Message-ID: <7159eli$9801102335@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ass.reposter" X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: RP: New Neighbor (Best stories from my archive) [2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: somogy1@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="NEWNEIG.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="NEWNEIG.TXT" 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: <34B64A75.67A0@hotmail.com> [continued] NEW NEIGHBORS Chapter 8 "Newer Neighbors" The summer flew by and now there were only a few weeks of it left, and Jim and Dana put them to good use. Dana started an aerobics class around the pool, and the skimpy outfits that the women wore ensured that a large contingent of males joined in as well. Jim went into the office diligently, but he put in as little over-time as possible to hurry home to his wife who had seemingly become a nymphomaniac. If the weekends were sunny enough they were now both out sunning in thong suits, and both received ample offers from admiring on-lookers from the complex, many of which they considered but hadn't acted on. This led, one evening, to the following conversation: "You know, Jim," Dana began one evening, "we made a great choice in coming to live here." "That we did, sweet stuff," he heartily agreed. "And we've made the best of friends in Mike and Barbara." Jim thought back on all the sex and friendship they'd shared. He hadn't had another encounter with a man, and although he remained firmly committed to love of the opposite sex, he didn't feel ashamed of that night. "I agree with that last statement as well." Dana looked over at him on the couch from behind the breakfast counter, her bared shoulders leading up to her flawless neck and recently curled highlighted locks and continued, "But I think it's time we made some more friends. I love Barbara and Mike, but there are so many other nice people around here that it seems to me like we're missing out on other friendships that we could be forming." Jim stretched out on the couch and thought about that for a minute. Finally he replied, "I guess you're right. And it's not like we haven't had the chance to get to know others. What do you have in mind?" "Well, first, I want to know if it's okay to have friends over during the day while you're away. There are lots of people in my class I could have over for a drink to kind of feel out and see if they might be good candidates for us to become better friends with. What do you think?" "C'mere babe and I'll show you what I think." Dana walked around to where he was stretched out in his cut-off shorts and t-shirt. He pulled her down to him and gave her a deep kiss, the kind that sent shivers of excitement through her taut body. His hand gripped her ass and she could feel his stiffness through the shorts. He rolled them over so that she was now beneath him, lifted her shirt up over her pointing breasts and began tonguing the upthrust breasts. She dropped her head back luxuriating in this kind of treatment, and lifted her one knee enough to make firm contact with his crotch. His hands roamed over her tanned skin and finally dropped down to slide her own short shorts off. She had given up wearing underwear, and as he slid the black nylon shorts off of her he slid down until he stared directly at her shaven crotch. Both had continued to keep themselves completely hairless in their pubic areas, and Dana again felt every touch and breath without interference from the dark curly hairs that used to reside there. Jimmy touched the tip of his tongue to the swollen red clit that had nowhere to hide and her juices began to flow freely. He inserted his middle finger slowly as he licked around her pussy, and Dana instinctively arched her back in pleasure. He reached up with his free hand to tightly caress a firm breast as he brought her to climax again and again. When she had had enough she removed his hand from her swollen nipple and sat up. "Show yourself, you sex machine!" so Jimmy sat up and slipped his cut-offs down to his ankles. Dana moved to sit on the floor and Jimmy leaned back, legs apart, while she dipped down upon his full-mast. Before he could pump her mouth she withdrew and sat up higher so that his cock stood straight up between her breasts. She leaned forward, pushing her firm tits together trapping him between them, and gave him a chest-fuck until he couldn't hold back anymore. Leaning forward over her head which he clutched tightly, he pumped as hard as he could, drenching her chest and neck in his sticky semen. When he finally sat back, she used her warm palms to rub the fluid into her skin, smiling up at him. "I think," he said, "we've reached an agreement." "I'll do my best," she smiled back at him, "to find us some more good friends." Jimmy knew exactly what she meant and how she meant to go about finding new friends. "It'll be worth it," he mused as she cuddled up. ************************* The next day dawned overcast, but soon a high front moved in and shooed away all the dark clouds. The humidity was down, unusually so for August, and Dana expected a large group for her aerobics class. She donned her L.A. Gear two piece work-out outfit and headed out to poolside with her boombox. There were about 2 dozen people from the complex assembling around the pool, including about a half dozen new faces. This was pretty normal since Dana was being paid by the complex management rather than by each student. Anyone in the complex could join in as part of the condo fee, so the group was always a new mix of familiar and new. Many were in aerobic gear, but some had come to swim and then work-out in their swimsuits. She began the warm-up routine, and got the crowd up to cardiovascular intensity before long. As she led the class she noticed two faces in particular that she thought she might try to get to know better. The first belonged to a young Asian woman wearing an outdated black one-piece swimsuit. Her make-up was done to perfection, but her taste in clothes was abysmal. The other new face she noticed was a petite sandy haired female. She wore a shimmering gold leotard that was cut high on the hip to accent her long (for her overall size) and shapely legs. When the class was over she beckoned for the two to meet her by the portable stereo deck. The petite one bounded up and the oriental woman came up more slowly. She asked their names and received back "Janie" in a southern accent and "Kiko" in staccato. Dana and Janie made some small talk for a little bit until Dana invited them both over to her place for a bite to eat. Both agreed and when they had gathered up their things they headed over to it. Dana made some tuna salads for them all while they relaxed in the dining room just next to the kitchen. Kiko answered questions when she was asked, but in halting English. She seemed glad to be invited in, though. Janie, Dana learned, had recently moved to the complex with her husband from Mobile, Alabama. She had a quick sense of humor, and made them all laugh frequently with he witicisms. Sometimes, though, they had to explain to Kiko what they were laughing about and why. Dana poured them wine with their meal, and by the end of it they were all giggling. Kiko, it turned out, had come from Japan with her husband in the early spring to the complex. He was a fast-rising young executive in a Japanese owned electronics firm with a factory in the states. She had married him only months before the move, but she loved him enough to want to make the marriage work no matter where they lived. She hadn't gone to college despite her ability to academically, but had chosen marriage as her career, and hoped one day to catch on at flower shop. Dana marveled to herself at the beauty of Kiko's face and figure. She had large brown eyes that tapered sexily, but held a hint of self- consciousness that lent an air of innocence. Her pouty red lips usually had a slight part when she wasn't speaking, showing a hint of pearly white teeth. She had high cheekbones that were rouged just the right amount, and her hair was pulled back into a pony tail, most likely to keep out of her way during her work-out. Her neck was exposed that way and curved sensuously from her beautiful face to her delicate shoulders. Dana marveled as well at how poorly fit the suit was to Kiko's obviously curvacious figure. It couldn't hide her firm and full breasts nor the small waist and buttocks, but it was cut low on her hips and nearly covered her torso up to her neck. Janie, on the other hand, had long curly reddish color hair, a pretty face even if her nose was a little too pointy, and a muscular trim figure. As she noticed before, Janie's legs were long and attractive, and she knew how to show them off. Eventually the conversation turned to how they liked living in the complex. Janie said, "What with moving in and my night job at the post office I haven't really met too many folks here. I like the pool crowd, though, and I've seen quite a few male backsides that I'd love to get a hold of." They all laughed at that. "I've noticed, though," she continued, "that a number of folks around here seem to go both ways." Kiko looked puzzled and asked, "What you mean, 'go both ways'?" Janie giggled, gave a knowing look to Dana, and leaned over close to Kiko's ear. "You know," she whispered, "when men like men, and women like women." Meaning dawned in Kiko's eyes and she started giggling at Janie's mock seriousness. "Oh, yes. I know what you mean. Like when they say A/C D/C. I'm right?" "Y'all got it," Janie agreed. Dana pursued the subject, and asked them, "What do you think about people who go both ways?" Janie thought a minute, and then replied, "I don't know, really. I haven't ever really thought about it. What about you, Kiko?" "It is strictly forbidden in Japan," she replied. "Yes, but we aren't in Japan, are we?" Dana countered, which brought thoughtful pauses from the other two. Then she changed the subject, and commented on Kiko's suit. "It's nice, but you have too nice a figure to be hiding it in that old thing. I have some new suits in the bedroom I think might fit you. Would you like to try one on?" Kiko agreed, so all three went back into Dana and Jimmy's bedroom. Dana rummaged in a drawer looking for just the right thing, while Janie helped Kiko slip out of the suit. When Dana chose a deep green maillot for her to try on and turned to give it to her, she knew that her earlier assesment of this girl's figure had been correct. Her breasts were full and round, with small pointed nipples. She had a small bush between her shapely legs which was mostly hidden behind her hands as she stood shyly before them with nothing on. Dana gave her the suit and she turned her back to step into it. When she had it on she turned back around for their opinions. It fit well enough, showing off her shoulders quite nicely, but it still covered too much of her torso for Dana's taste. She told Kiko to slip it back off because she thought she knew exactly which suit for her to try on. After a brief search she found it. As she handed this one to Kiko and took back the maillot she noticed that in the cool air-conditioned air and the gazes of herself and Janie that Kiko's nipples had stiffened considerably, making the breasts point up. She turned again and slipped on this second suit, but had to get a hand from Janie to figure it out. It was a multi-colored figure-eight suit that wound it's way around her body. Starting at the shoulders it followed her contours crossing on her back, around her waist to the front where the two pieces met at the crotch. After barely covering her derrier they wound again around her waist to work up and over her breasts back to the shoulders. It was a slinky suit that showed a lot of skin and made the most of Kiko's figure. When it was all in place on her she stepped back for their scrutiny and received back longing looks from both. Dana stepped over to her to adjust the fabric over her left breast and then to make sure that the two pieces crossed exactly center between both. She purposely brushed the hard nipple in doing so, and after doing so looked into Kiko's big eyes. A little gasp escaped between the slightly parted wet lips and Dana couldn't help but lean over and kiss them. Kiko stepped back after two seconds of contact and looked a little frightened at what she had just done. But it was just then that Janie stepped up behind her and whispered up into her ear, "It's okay, sugar. You're a beautiful girl that anyone would desire. You're attracted to Dana, too, or you wouldn't be back here taking your clothes off. You're not in Japan anymore, and it's okay." The quiet words had their effect and she didn't step back when Dana reached out her arms. She stepped into them, closing her eyes and giving herself over to the heat she felt boiling up inside. They kissed lightly, then deeper, Dana's tongue searching the warm moistness. She ran her hands up and down Kiko's tingling body and then pulled her in closer for a firmer embrace as their kiss lingered. Finally the two parted, but Dana held her hand and led her to the bed. Kiko laid down on the bed and Dana laid down next to her. She leaned over her to again kiss those inviting lips and her hand began caressing one of the upthrust breasts through the fabric. Dana could sense Kiko's quickened breathing at the touch and then felt a hand touching her arm gently. Kiko stroked the arm of the hand that was stimulating her breast, and then returned Dana's kiss with tongue probes of her own. Dana slipped her hand under the fabric and slid it off of Kiko's shoulder. Janie laid down on the bed on the other side and completed the process of removing Kiko's suit. When that was accomplished, she stepped off of the bed and began undressing Dana, first sliding off the bottom and then the top piece of her outfit. She slipped out of her own tight outfit and laid again next to Kiko. While Dana continued to kiss Kiko's mouth, Janie started kissing her shoulder and arm. She kissed around where Dana was stroking and rubbing Kiko's exposed breast, and when the hand moved over to the other breast Janie began sucking and licking the free one near her. Kiko had lived rather solitarily since relocating to the states and was starved for companionship. Her husband worked long and hard hours and was often not home until very late at night. She wanted to fit in in this new country, but more than that she was drawn to this American. She had never considered loving a woman before, and was still relatively new at loving a man, but the forbidden thought was possessing her now. The tenderness of the kisses, the excitement of her nakedness before them, the sensuality of both these women, and the stimulation of their caresses on her body led her to give herself to them. Soon Janie had kissed her way down to Kiko's belly. She kissed her way into the dark patch of hair, but when she did Kiko broke away from the kiss to sit up. "My husband says that women are dirty down there, and that it should not be touched with mouth." Dana gently pushed her back down and assured her most certainly that women were not dirty, and that ALL of her parts were beautiful and desirable. Kiko accepted her words and slightly spread her legs. Janie then kissed her way further south into the musky regions found there. ******************* Dana could tell, while kissing Kiko, when Janie found her way into Kiko's dark bush with her kisses. Kiko nearly sucked her tongue out. According to her own testimony she had never experienced oral sex before, and her reaction bore her out. Dana finally disengaged herself from the wet mouth and began sucking on the closest breast offered. Kiko hugged her head to her chest in a nearly crushing embrace. Dana gave her a good tonguing that brought the nipple to a hard point as Kiko shivered her pleasure. Eventually Dana tired of this and moved herself up so that she was kneeling over Kiko's face. She looked down as she lowered her hairless pubescence upon the red wet lips. She felt herself slickening up as her crack came into contact with a hungry mouth. Kiko lifted her arms to grab her thighs and pull her down fully and began to slowly lick her way along and then into the wet crack. Dana had a good view of Kiko getting the better part of her twat into her mouth. The sight of her bared snatch almost always caught Dana by surprise, but the heightened feelings from its exposure continued to make the daily shavings worth it. Janie, though, was working her way in and around the dark bush of Kiko. She noticed that the musky scent and drippings were slightly different in odor and taste than her own. She stretched her own slim build out next to Kiko's with her legs up near Kiko's head. Then she had to slide herself away some from Kiko because Dana slowly leaned over towards her, all the while keeping her pussy clamped into Kiko's mouth. The result was that they formed a triangle of love, with Janie eating Kiko, Kiko tonguing Dana, and Dana doing a cunnilingus number on Janie. The results were also very mutual, for when Janie's lovemaking began to bring Kiko to a climax, that was translated into Kiko eating Dana all the more zestfully, which had the same effect on Dana as she buried her face in Janie's muff. The ecstasy built and was multiplied as it went round and round the threesome until they each thought they would drown in the other's juices. Tongues and jaw muscles gave way long before anyone would have chosen to stop the circle of love, but reality finally set in and they dropped away from each other in exhaustion. Then they began to share some of their fantasies as they curled up together. Dana shared her fantasy of a romantic evening for two, complete with dinner, dancing, and a cruise ship. It ended with her making love on stage with all the other passengers applauding her golden performance. Janie's was a little more on the dark side. She shared secret longings that her cousin (whom she'd had a crush on all her life) give her a good spanking for her illicit desire for him, followed by his demand that she go down on him and 2 or 3 of his well-hung friends. Kiko's turn came and she just quietly shared that she didn't know how to go down on a man, that she'd always wanted to try, but her husband wouldn't let her because he thought it was a "dirty" thing to do. Both Dana and Janie started to give her advice when -- "Hey Honey! I'm home. Sal told me to get out of the noisy office and finish this report at home by tomorrow." And they could hear him rummaging around out in the kitchen for a snack. Dana jumped up, grabbed her robe out of the closet and whispered to them, "Don't move and don't make a sound. I'll take care of this." Kiko was frozen solid with fear, and Janie just slowly slid under the covers to cover her nakedness. They couldn't hear what went on in the next room, but only about a minute later Dana returned leading Jimmy in by the hand. Kiko glanced up in shame, but noticed that Dana's husband wasn't staring at her because he had a scarf tied around his head covering his eyes. Dana told them, "This is Jimmy. Jimmy, these are two of my new friends, but I'm not sure that they were expecting to meet you so soon, and in these circumstances." Jim tipped a can of coke back and drank blindly, and said, "Well Dear, you did say that you were going to make some new friends, so I'll give you that. What happens now?" "I was thinking," Dana said coyly, "that you might help one of my friends with a problem she has." "Sure thing, what can I do?" "Just leave that to us," she replied and began loosening his tie. She pulled it out from under his collar and then helped him slip his jacket off. Turning to Kiko and Janie she motioned for them to take over as she sat down on a nearby chair. Janie went for his shirt, forcing Kiko, if she was going to help at all, to work on Jim's pants. He slipped his arms out of the sleeves and then after shucking his shoes stepped out of his pants. The bulge in his bikini briefs barely held him in, giving further evidence of his willingness to help. He sensed that many hands were undressing him, but he couldn't tell if Dana was still in on it. The warm hands had their effect anyway. Dana then began directing their actions referring to Janie and Kiko as "J" and "K". "J" was told to show "K" how to begin the process. "J" was obviously familiar with this routine, for she didn't just grab his wang out and start sucking. She caressed his stiffness through the fabric while kissing his belly. She rubbed her small breasts across his thighs letting him feel the nipples with each movement. Finally she guided his tool straight up so that it poked out of the top and began giving the tip small wet kisses. Then she slid his briefs down for him to step out of and took in the sight of his member at full salute right before her eyes as she kneeled before him. Dana did a running commentary for "K"'s sake on "J"'s technique. "J" caressed Jim's balls and licked all over his hairless crotch area leaving a wet trail wherever she'd been. Then she began kissing up and down his shaft, interspersing wet licks along the way. She made like she was nibbling his balls, but "K" could see that it was with her lips wrapped over her teeth. "J" kissed and licked her way back up and then eased her mouth onto the head. She sucked slightly, but her tongue was doing a furious number as it circled round and round it. Her hand got a good grip on the shaft and stroked downward, forcing the head to swell in her mouth even more. Keeping a firm but not forceful grip on his cock's base, she slowly slid her mouth up and down, taking him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Dana was urging her on, goading her to go ever farther onto him. Jimmy was slightly above average in length, as opposed to her own husband who was very short but thick in cock size, and she found that she wasn't prepared to take him all the way in. Instead, she slowly eased up the treatment which she could tell didn't make Jimmy very happy, and when he was extracted from her mouth she squeezed the tip of his penis forcing the blood back out. This had the effect of taking the wind from his sails. He perked back up a little when he heard his wife say, "Now "K", it's your turn. Try to do it just as "J" did." "J" helped Jim pull his briefs back up, ready for round two. Tentatively, Kiko knelt before him. She reached out and placed her open hand on the front of his underwear and felt him stiffen at the contact. She leaned in close and lightly kissed his belly. She didn't move her hand on his crotch, but gently left it there while she gave ever so slight kisses to his tight abdomen. Her other hand circled around him to caress his buns. Of its own accord his prick now stood out the top of his bikinis and his hands reached down to play with her hair. Her kisses finally found their way to the head of his protruding cock, and she licked it slowly with just the tip of her tongue. Her hand on his crotch pulled the small cotton briefs down and she licked her way down him as he became further exposed. Her other hand slid into the back side of his shorts and pulled them down past his knees where he then stepped out of them. Kiko then grabbed his cock and began to stroke him up and down. After only the second stroke Jimmy gasped in pain and Dana admonished her for not lubricating him first. She murmurred an apology and then gave the wettest licks she could all up and down the shaft. When she finished and grabbed him again it brought feelings of pleasure this time instead of pain. His member stiffened up to its full height, and his fingers intertwined in her hair, assuring him that she would not get far away before she was done. Her one hand was still behind him caressing his smooth cheeks, and as the fingers played in and around his crack he spread his legs for her easier access. She took the hint and poked and probed with her middle finger. Jimmy's cock was now aching to be eaten and again she responded. Her wet lips wrapped themselves around his thick poker and both her mouth and her hand worked him up and down. He aided the rhythm with his hands on the back of her head, and soon had her travelling up and down the entire length. When he felt himself reaching the point of no return he released her hair and at Dana's urging Kiko sucked and swallowed as fast as she could as he exploded down the back of her throat. She continued to pump and bob and it felt excruciatingly good to him. Her finger had buried itself in his backside as he came, and he was sure she would have to gag on the amount he felt he was shooting into her. But she kept up, and when his spasms subsided, eased her mouth off while palming him gently. Dana was beside herself with the double pleasure of helping her new-found friend have her first "taste" of felatio, and seeing her man being eaten by a sexy young woman from the East. She led Jim to the bed, still blindfolded, and tucked him under the covers where he curled up and drifted off to sleep. She then helped Kiko back into the figure-8 swim suit, brushed her hair back into place, kissed little Janie "thanks" and sent the two of them on their way for the afternoon. She then went back to the bedroom and snuggled in beside her husband and soon had joined him in dreamland. NEW NEIGHBORS Chapter 9 "All Together" But Dana had plans to help Kiko further with her problems. She called Barb and Janie, explained her idea to the two of them, and they set the party plans for the next Saturday night. She called Kiko to see if they were free that night and got the go-ahead. Kiko also thanked her for the new slinky swimsuit, and told her how much her husband, Kazuhiko, had appreciated it. Their sexual activity had increased, she reported, and it had come as a direct effect of her own self-assurance, gained mostly from the little "lesson" Dana had given. Kaz, she explained, still hadn't gone in for oral sex, but he did seem open to trying different positions in different rooms in the condo, and that was a step in the right direction. Saturday night arrived, and Dana and Jim's place was decorated for an intimate gathering of friends. Jim, Mike, and Gary (Janie's husband) had been clued in to the evening's goal, and all were set to do their parts. Dana had lit dozens of candles around the rooms, and other lights had either been turned off or turned down low. It was still late summer, but the evening had turned cooler, relieving them of the humidity that had been lingering for days. Dress was casual for men, and minimal for women. The guys sported polo or cotton shirts and Bermuda shorts, and the ladies wore either short-short skirts or tight fitting shorts and cut-off shirts or gauzy see throughs with nothing underneath. Gary was only slightly taller than the diminutive Janie, but was of excellent build and shape as was she. Janie had on a cut-off shirt and tight shorts, Dana a see-through blouse and mini-skirt, and Barb a form-fitting spandex dress. Their make-up was subtle but provocative, and the perfume they wore surrounded them in a sultry aura of odiferous delight. When Kiko and Kaz arrived, drinks and snacks were already being consumed. Everyone introduced themselves and the mingling began. Kiko wore a black leotard v-cut in the front, and a pale yellow skirt that showed the rest of the outline of the leotard beneath. Jim admired her from the back, and how the garment beneath the skirt ended in a french- cut. Her hair was brushed full and down around her shoulders, and her full red lips stood out amidst her pale face. Kaz was of average height, maybe slightly taller than Gary, and was in his early twenties. He was of average build, but had a genuine smile and laugh that put everyone at ease immediately. The evening wore on, and the drinks flowed freely as the music played a pulsing beat just below the surface of the conversation. Neither Kiko nor Kaz had noticed that Dana had been absent from the room for awhile until Jim announced that it was time for the entertainment He turned out the electric lights so that the living room only glowed in the light of the candles. He popped a CD into the deck and everyone settled back on chairs, the couch or the floor for what was to come. The music started off slowly, but began to swell as Dana slowly danced into the room wearing a long white dress. In the dimness of the lights it was still possible to see that her underclothes were of a dark material. She snaked in, and as she moved to the music slid the dress off of her shoulders, over her breasts, down past her waist until she continued her dance covered only in a sheer black body stocking. Her body was discernable through the nylon fabric, but in the dimness was not fully exposed. Her dance was slinky and provocative, and her eyes never looked at anyone, always focusing above their heads, which allowed them to all absorb her movements without the discomfort of feeling like they were staring. She moved and flowed with the music, and her hands which were covered with white lace gloves, could be seen travelling over her thinly clothed body. They frequently caressed her full breasts, and as the music slowed she lay on the floor still moving, but mostly stimulating herself. As the music again began to increase in volume and tempo she increased the tempo of her masturbation, but worked her way over to Jim at the same time. When she reached him she turned her attention from herself to him, and while all watched she stroked his crotch through his shorts and then unzipped and unbuttoned him. She slid his shorts down past his knees, pulled his bikinis down with her white-gloved hands and began to suck his stiffened cock. When he was fully erect and just getting into it, she gave him one last hard suck and moved to his right to Mike. She repeated the procedure so that he too was fully erect and in need of further attention. Then it was on to Gary, who already had his shorts down around his ankles and had been palming himself to the music as she'd given head to the first two. When he was good and stiff she crawled past him to Kaz. He'd known it was coming and weakly protested when she began rubbing his crotch through his shorts. But Kiko urged him to close his eyes and relax, and Dana was able to move his hands out of their defensive position with little difficulty. She dropped his shorts and his boxers and found a nice stiff cock awaiting her anxious mouth. She lowered her lips down to the head of his nice long prick and began to lick him slowly but with persistent strokes. He shuddered in spite of his reservations, and soon she took him fully into her mouth. Kaz couldn't see, nor tell, that as his male member was being engulfed, the ladies had begun to remove their own clothing. He kept his eyes closed, leaned his head back, and enjoyed this previously forbidden delight. Barb had pulled off her top, exposing her large jugs. Janie was already down to the buff, and even Kiko took off her skirt. Her leotard indeed was the thong variety, and her smooth rounded buttocks glowed in the candlelight. She slid past Kaz to kneel next to Dana, and quickly "stepped" in for her. When she turned to the others she saw that they had formed an interesting arrangement. Gary was sitting on the floor with his back to the couch, and Barb had lowered her mouth around his shaft while on her knees. Janie had worked her head up under Barb's crotch and was eating her dark pussy while lying on her back, and Mike had positioned himself over her and was ramming into her with his over-sized wang. She saw Jim by himself admiring still the backside of Kiko who was up on her knees leaning over and sucking off her husband Kaz. Dana gestured him over, and with a smile of gratitude he crawled up behind Kiko. The cheeks beckoned him onward and inward, with only a thin string of material between them, but that was easily moved aside. This he did, and with his other hand guided his pointer toward the moist pink crack gleaming out at him. He could hear her gasp as he pushed his way in, but then she leaned back toward him, spreading her legs apart slightly more to accommodate his urgent thrusts. Soon he was buried up to the hilt, and rhythmically rocked her ass into his thighs as her tight pussy begrudgingly received his thrusts. Now Dana, who had planned and begun this whole scene, began to feel left out, so she crawled up onto the couch, slipped the body stocking down off her shoulders and over her chest, and presented one of her excited nipples to the mouth of Kaz. He instinctively began sucking the small pointed nipple pushing its way into his mouth, and when he peeked through his eyes, he was startled to see Dana there instead of between his legs. He had assumed that she was the one still down there licking and sucking him, and that Kiko had offered him one of her pert breasts. So then he glanced down to see his young wife enthusiastically bobbing forward and back on his aching dick, and that Dana's husband was behind her slamming his own crotch into her from behind. He gave up trying to make "heads or tails" of the situation and gave himself over to the physical ecstasy he was enjoying, despite his reservations. He may never have gone in for oral sex before, but he did appreciate a firm breast in his mouth, and he knew how to tickle, suck, and lick one to the enjoyment of its owner. Jim couldn't hold back anymore and gave up his cream to the tight twat that he had wedged himself into. Kiko stopped sucking off her husband as she rocked her creamy smooth legs to the rhythm of Jim's bursts inside her. Dana slid her bodystocking all the way off to get directly at her own pussy as she watched her hubby's look of ecstasy. She was still sitting on the couch next to Kaz, who still was leaning over and nibbling on her swollen breasts. As she spread her legs to begin rubbing between them with her fingers, Kiko slid over past her husband's legs and aimed her own mouth at the vortex of delight that Dana had begun to explore. When Kaz got over his shock at what his wife was doing he released Dana's nipples and stepped down to the floor behind Kiko. Jimmy stepped over Kiko's back, facing backwards straddling, but not sitting on her. He reached down and spread her oily buttocks apart as far as they would go, and held them apart as Kaz couldn't help but hit her wide-open darkly framed slit. His oiled prick slid smoothly into her already lubricated pussy, and with Jimmy holding her cheeks apart, was able to penetrate her further than he ever had before. Jimmy finally stepped over and off of her, and looked to see his young bride's cunt being eaten by this oriental vixen as her husband gave a slow-fuck from behind. Next to him he could see the other five group-groping now on the floor. Just then the doorbell rang and everyone froze in place. NEW NEIGHBORS Chapter 10 "The Associate" Casandra tooled down the highway, her car's top down, and auburn hair blowing freely in the wind. She gazed ahead at the swiftly moving traffic with steely grey eyes, her purpose determined. On the seat next to her was some work from the office, most of it inconsequential, though. She was still in her mid-twenties, but was rising in the corporation at meteoric speed. She had come to the consulting firm from one of the Big 8 accounting firms, and had a real head for numbers. Fortunately she had a figure with some pretty impressive numbers as well, and she used them to greatest efficiency. She wasn't a tramp, but she used every means available for advancing her career, and those she used the means on came away grateful for such use even if they were left behind by her in corporate dust. Her destination was her immediate supervisor, a tall good looking young executive named Jim, who was recently transferred to this office. She had only come under his supervision within the past couple of months, shortly after he had moved here, but she could see that he was headed places, and she wanted to tag along for the ride if it proved that she couldn't outpace him directly. This visit was ostensibly to bring him some paper work she would claim needed his attention right away, but her real purpose in seeing him was to scope out his natural habitat, and see what kind of competition his wife could give her. She licked her lips in an almost carnivorous way as she anticipated what the night would bring. She didn't know this part of town, but was impressed with the facade of the complex where he lived as she pulled up. It was only an apartment complex, but it was handsomely landscaped and appealing to the eye. She parked, opened the door and swiveled to extend her long, thin legs out of it. Her skirt was low enough for decorum, but the little v-slit in the side hinted at desirably creamy thighs beyond sight. She wore a blouse and a light-weight blazer, with a scarf around her neck that tucked into the plunging neckline of the blouse. She was tall, and this was further accentuated by the heels she wore. Her lips were lipsticked the same color as her hair, and she wore no rouge for the sun had provided her high cheeks with enough natural coloring. She strode into the apartment complex office and inquired where her bosses' apartment was located, aware of the many stares from the men in the office. She gave the young bearer of her question's answer a sexy smile for his help and strode out leaving open jaws in her wake. The sun had set and no one was around the pool, but she gazed at the water longingly after her long day. She was a real water-person and she imagined herself cooling off as she stroked her way through the wetness. She headed for the indicated apartment and was gratified to see lights in the window shining around the drawn curtains. He was home, which meant that her gamble in not calling ahead had paid off. She heard music playing inside as she rang the doorbell. There sounded a small scuffle from behind the door, then a long pause, and just as she was about the ring again the door opened a crack. Jim peeked around the edge of the door and remarked in obvious surprise, his voice cracking just a bit, "Casandra! What are you doing here?" "Well, hello to you, too. Is that how you always greet someone at your door?" She smiled at him and then held up her thin briefcase. "I have a little work I need you to look over. May I come in?" He laughed nervously, opened the door a little further revealing him bare-chested with a towel around his waist. Giggling sounded from inside as he said, "This really is an awkward time. I, uh, just got out of the shower and we're not decent in here." He turned to look back into the living room, but as he turned back Casandra was pushing her way past. "That's okay. Keep your towel on, and I'm sure if the Mrs. isn't de......" The sight behind the door left her speechless. There in the brightly candle-lit room were at least a half dozen other people, unclothed, and in various configurations. Most looked her way with an embarrassed look, but one dark haired big-breasted woman continued to suck her way up and down a prone man's thick shaft. Jimmy stuttered incoherently until Casandra turned back to him and off-handedly remarked, "I see that I've caught you at a good time. As I asked before, may I come in?" He closed the door and ushered her over into the dining room, following her lead without really thinking. She sat down at a chair with her back to the group and opened her case on the table. Her non- plussed actions really threw Jim for a loop, and he sheepishly sat across from her with his back to the living room to see what was so pressing. He felt foolish sitting there, waiting to discuss work with her, but he couldn't think of anything else to do, so he just sat and waited. Dana was still sitting on the couch with Kiko's head buried in her muff, but the stiff tonguing had already brought her to multiple orgasms, and she slipped off the couch. Kaz continued to bang away at Kiko from behind, which kept her content despite losing her feminine taste treat. Dana stepped into her bedroom, grabbed a short robe and put it on. She didn't notice that it was not even long enough to cover her cheeks all the way, but she felt more covered, and headed for the dining room. She pulled up a chair next to Jim as the tall woman explained the final piece of paper she was handing him. Jim introduced Cassie as his newest assistant in the office, but despite the proffered smile Casandra gave her, Dana took an instant disliking to her. Anyone who could calmly and cooly walk in on an orgy and talk business must be made of ice. She noticed the expensive cut and fabric that this other woman's suit was made of, the way her blouse would have been baringly opened if not for the scarf, and the model-like face crowning it all. She politely offered her something to drink, and was surprised that the offer was accepted. While making it she doubled the alcoholic content and handed it over. It was accepted graciously enough and drunk down rapidly. Casandra tasted the strong alcohol as it went down, but she had already determined her course of action. If she could find a way to join in on this little flesh-pile, she would have a tie to Jimmy that could help her career go right to the top. And if his wife didn't like it, well, the hell with her. She wasn't exactly in a position to say no. The warmth spread through her and she kicked off her heels to make herself more comfortable. She knew that Jimmy was on the spot, so she used that leverage to make him squirm. "Do you have parties like this often?" He fidgeted in his chair and replied in the negative. She asked who the people were, so he pointed out each and put a name to them. Dana continued to eye her suspiciously, but Casandra took her jacket off and got more comfortable on the chair. Though the scarf modestly covered her cleavage, it couldn't conceal the swelling breasts beneath. The warmth of the alcohol spread through her and loosened her tongue. "I never knew there was this side of you, James. You're always so proper in the office." Dana inwardly exulted at those words, for this vixen had given away that Jimmy hadn't crossed the line with her, even though she wouldn't have blamed him if he had. This slim red-haired female exuded sensuality -- the kind most men couldn't resist. She mentally gave Jim a point for having resisted. As they continued to chit-chat, Casandra continued to get more comfortable, taking the scarf off and pulling her skirt up so that she could tuck her legs under her on the chair. Someone in the living room had turned off the music and put a blue movie on the tape machine, and she could hear the sounds of video love-making going on in the background. Drinks continued to be consumed, and when the subject of the pool outside came up, Casandra's interest showed. "Oooh, I'd love to take a dip in that pool. It looks gorgeous." "Do you like to swim?" Dana asked innocently. "Why yes I do. I've been swimming since I was a little girl, and am quite accomplished," she bragged. She didn't realize that Dana was luring her into a trap. "I believe that in about an hour the Moon Crew will be out." She briefly explained the group of people that frequented the pool in the dark hours. "Maybe we could join them, and maybe..." she paused for effect, "even swim against each other." It sounded so naively offered that Casandra took the bait readily. "You mean a race?" and she laughed giddily. "Why whatever for?" Dana handed her another drink and the alcohol raced through her veins, dulling her normally sharp-minded intellect. "Well," Dana leaned over the table to whisper conspiratorially, "I think we both really know why you're here? But first, let me ask you, have you ever done it with another woman?" "Oh yuck," Cassie grimaced, "what do you think I am?" "What I think doesn't matter. But let me wager you this little bet: we do two laps of the pool - if you win, you can have my husband for a solid hour, no questions asked and my full blessing. If I win you have to make love to me. What do you say?" she finished whispering. Casandra looked over at the well-developed pectorals on Jim, looked back at his wife and nodded her head. She was so confident in her swimming abilities that she began unbuttoning her blouse. Soon she shed it revealing a purple silk bra with black trim containing two small but shapely breasts. She stood up, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it so that they could see her matching panties and all black-lace garter belt. She unsnapped and slowly rolled down her stockings, then took off the garter belt. "Will this be acceptable as my swim suit?" Dana gave her taut body a good once over. She didn't like the snotty attitude on this woman, but her curves were another matter. She admired the way Casandra held herself and had to remind herself to answer the question. She offered to loan her a real suit and the two of them headed back to the bedroom. A few minutes later they both returned wearing Speedo racing suits. They were the "paper" suit variety that was so close fitting they were like an extra layer of skin. Being taller than Dana, Cassie's was stretched even tighter than normal, but the effect on her was very eye- pleasing. The suit was cut high on the hip, pulled even higher by Casandra's longer torso, and the effect made her shapely legs look a mile long. Jim met them in the living room and the three of them joined the rest to watch the last half of the movie. He knew that either way the bet went, he was going to come out a winner. He'd fantasized about this co- worker, but had never been anything but business-like with her. Her cool exterior had told him she was off-limits, but obviously fire thrived below her surface. He didn't expect to have the hour with her because he knew about all of the meets Dana had won when they were going together back in college. Dana had been a phys. ed. major, and used her athletic abilities mostly for aerobics classes these days, but she had been a high caliber swimmer, and still was strong in the sport. Oh well, he mused, at least he'd get to see this leggy snoot eating his wife. As the movie moved on towards the end, Janie and Gary said their goodbyes, threw on enough clothes to be decent, and headed out the door hand in hand. The rest wanted to stay for the end, and then the true climax to the evening: the pool race between the two competitive women. Another round of drinks for everyone finished up their indoor activities, and then out onto the pool deck they went. Dana pretended to finish her drink, but had been abstaining since they were interrupted so as to keep a clear head. Apparently either Janie or Gary had spread the word, though, for the Moon Crew was already out and ready for the race. As was typical at this time of night there was very little illumination so that the Moon Crew could do their thing in relative obscurity. But tonight someone had turned on the underwater lights in the pool so that there would be no question about who the winner was. Dana led the way to the end of the shallow end and the basic rules were again established for all to hear. Dana said, "Two laps of the pool, a standing start, someone neutral to say 'go'. If you win you get my husband for an hour, and if I win I get you." A murmur of excitement whispered through the small crowd and smiles were seen. Quickly, based on visual criteria, small side bets broke out. Dana was a fan favorite amongst the complex, but this auburn-haired vixen looked like no athletic slouch. Gary stepped up and offered his services as starter, so the stage was set. Casandra took a minute to stretch and shake out her muscles. She wished she'd brought her goggles, but never had expected to be in such a situation. She'd come for the purpose of checking out her competition for her supervisor (Jimmy), and instead had found herself involved in a real competition. Confidently she stepped up to the edge of the pool. Dana was there already, and both leaned over into a racer's starting stance. Gary called out the 'get ready, set..." and with a"GO!" the race was under way. Both bodies shot from the wall in fleet arcs and disappeared below the surface for only a moment. Then they surfaced and stroked the water rapidly. Casandra was in the early lead as they churned up their lanes. Neither seemed to be struggling as they neared the far end, their lithe bodies long dark streaks with the lighting below them. They made their flip turns one after the other. Dana had taken the right hand lane on purpose so that she'd be on Casandra's left side for the final lap. That way she could easily look over to see what her position was relative to her challenger's. She was surprised to see that she was a quarter body-length behind. By the end of the first lap she lost even more ground. After the flip turn she took a deep breath, held it, and bore down with all her might. Not that she would have minded losing the race as far as letting Jimmy have Cassie for the promised hour. She figured it would be better to let them go at it with her blessing than for either to yearn inwardly for the coupling. Only deceit and damage to their relationship could come of that. No, she wanted to see that smug nose buried in her muff. This was a woman who obviously was not used to losing, and her cocky attitude had been very disdainful to her. She gave it all she had to show the debutante that there was something to her after all. Then it was Casandra who was surprised when she reached the wall for her flip turn. Instead of pulling away, she was only a second ahead of her boss's petite wife. She pushed off hard, but her head swam after the flip, and from the way they were facing, she couldn't easily see her competition for the last lap. Her oxygen was depleting rapidly, and she could feel herself slowing down, so when she finally touched the wall to finish she looked over to see if she'd won. No one was in the other lane and she began to shout hurray, but then she looked up to see that Dana was already standing there over her. She looked around at the cheering faces to see if this was some conspiracy to fool her into thinking she'd lost, but she didn't see any evidence that she'd done anything other than lose. Dana reached down to pull her out, and Casandra sheepishly reached up a hand, but then braced her foot on the wall and pulled hard. Dana wasn't expecting the move and flipped over her head to land ungraciously in the water. Casandra then hopped out and announced quietly to the spectators, "I never said I'd be a good loser." Jimmy helped Dana out again, and Dana, rather than being put out by the cheap trick stood looking rather victorious. Inwardly she knew that Casandra wouldn't fight the results any more than she just had. She toweled off and went over to where her rival was sitting and pouting on a lounge chair over on the grass. "Nice race." "Yeah," came back a surly reply. "You ready to pay up?" "Have I got any other choice?" "Nope." "Ok, how do we do this? Back to your place?" "Nope - right where we are." Casandra looked up. "Right here?! Are you kidding?!" "Nope again. I'm going to lie down on that lounge chair of yours, and I want you to do a lot of kissing. Understand?" "Guess so..." Casandra got up from the chair and Dana sat down, her legs straddling the long chair. "Take it from the top - literally. Start here," she said indicating her mouth, " and work your way down my body. Peel away my suit as you go. When you get down to the place where most people have hair, I want lots of kissing and tongue action. Got it?" Casandra nodded slightly as she kept her head down. She looked over at the crowd, but hardly anyone was paying them much attention now. They had coupled up and headed to chairs of their own for the most part. The exception was Jimmy, Kiko and Kaz. They sat in chairs singly facing the two women. Casandra noticed that Kaz had some kind of mixed drink in a plastic cup so walked over, took it from him and downed it. Then she headed back over to where Dana was sitting. "Ready or not, here I go." The alcohol added to her bloodstream rapidly and helped her detach herself from the scene. She could almost see herself from a 3rd perspective lean over and kiss the woman on the lounge chair. She had never done it with a woman before, and even though she wasn't looking forward to the experience she had too much pride to back out of the agreement. She had kissed hundreds of males, and found that kissing a female wasn't much different. She slipped her tongue between Dana's moist lips and gave it her best shot. Dana kissed her back passionately as her arms circled around her back. As they embraced Casandra noticed that she could feel the other woman's breasts tight up against her own and it felt surprisingly good. She wondered at the sensations she was feeling, never imagining that she could possibly get turned on by this experience. But there was no doubting the thrill she was feeling. It didn't occur very often with the men she'd been fucking lately, mostly to advance her career. She'd been looking forward to bedding Jimbo, though. He wasn't twice her age with a large gut and small privates. Instead, she found herself in his wife's arms, and she was finding it erotic. After some prolonged kissing she remembered her instructions and began kissing her way down this woman's tight body. She kissed behind the small earlobes and sucked them gingerly. This brought a satisfying sigh which encouraged her to try her other love-making techniques. She slipped her hand under the suit strap and slid it over Dana's shoulder. She worked her way down to the neck with her kisses and slipped off the other strap. Dana was beginning to arch her back as Casandra tugged the suit down and over her breasts, exposing them to the cool night air. The dark nipples were swollen and stiff, and the moisture from the suit still clung to them. Casandra quickly kissed her way down to them and while she sucked one of the hardened nipples she palmed and pinched the other. Dana had her head back and her eyes closed as she moaned her yesses. Casandra moved her hands up and down the nylon bathing suit that clung to Dana's body. She could feel the tension of the muscles beneath her exploring fingers. Dana's breathing had increased noticeably, and Casandra wondered at the ease with which she had ignited this woman's fire. She admitted to herself, though, that the swimming competition had started her own engine, and even though she wished she had won and bedded Jim with his wife's blessing, still she was enjoying herself a lot more than she had expected. She knew what Dana was experiencing, if being turned on by a woman was anything like it was with a man. The kettle would slowly increase in temperature, simmer a while, then begin to bubble and finally boil over in ecstasy. If Dana's "kettle" was anything like her own then she knew what it would take to make it boil uncontrollably, and that was now her goal. Dana's suit had now been rolled down to her belly, and after massaging both the nipples and the entire breasts, Casandra leaned down to taste the other. Dana's were not unusually large mammaries, but they were larger than Casandra's, and she smothered them all over with ardent kisses and wet licks. The nipples were quite hard, so she sucked them each in a particularly hard way, as that brought the most oohs and aahs from their owner. As she sucked each teat she ran her one hand down the wet fabric until she found the place where her finger was able to probe inwardly a little bit. There she rested her hand and allowed her finger to rub the area up and down, working the material a good bit into the slit. Dana spread her legs at this treatment and arched her back so that the breast in Casandra's mouth was forced in even deeper. Casandra found that in spite of her reservations, she couldn't deny that her own arousal was increasing. Her own breasts were tingling, and she broke away from her subject only long enough to strip off her own suit in one quick fluid motion. In the back of her mind she couldn't believe that she was naked in an outside setting, making love to someone's wife in front of him, yet her only concern at the moment was to get back down to the glistening body before her and continue this passionate encounter. Jimmy was enjoying watching the action as it progressed, and just when his co-worker stood to shed her own suit and expose herself completely, he noticed the action going on next to him between Kaz and Kiko. They had been making out and watching Casandra and Dana, but then they stopped to have a whispered conversation. Finally they smilingly turned to him and Kazuhiko said, "We would like to share something with you. You have been most generous to both of us, in many ways, and to repay your friendship we would like to share 'shaziku' with you. "That," he explained, "is one of the most ancient of Japanese traditions. It symbolizes deep friendship, where two men become closer than brothers, and share all they have. You have shared your home, your customs, your love techniques with us, so we offer 'shaziku' to you. Will you accept this offer?" Jim was touched by Kaz's sincerity, and agreed. "What, though, does it entail?" Kaz started laughing while Kiko looked down, and amidst his guffaws he managed to say, "Ah ha - you make very good joke!" "What do you mean - I just asked what it entails." Kaz regained control and replied, "We not explain. We just show you. You have accepted 'shaziku', so let us enter into this pact." Kiko removed herself from his lap and walked over near to where Dana and Casandra were continuing their nocturnal love-making. Dana's suit had been peeled down to her thighs, and Casandra's head was down to kissing her belly and was descending lower rapidly. Kiko pulled a chaise lounge chair up close to the two women, and gestured Jimmy to sit on it. When he sat on the edge she had him turn and sit with his legs together at the near end of the lounge chair and lay his head down at the other end. He watched as she slowly removed the leotard she had put back on before leaving his condo earlier. As it slipped down he could see that it was all she had been wearing, and he gazed on her desirable young body once again. The stirring in his loins attracted her attention and she leaned over and pulled his shorts down and off his legs. His tool had been fairly stiff from watching his wife's treatment, but now it was as hard as a rock, and with the situation developing in the direction is was, figured he'd have good reason to be so hard. Kiko leaned over and began giving his prick a tongue bath. She didn't suck him at all, but he still enjoyed watching her lick him up and down with her nearly dripping tongue. This exercise had a purpose, though, besides to please him. She finally stopped, stepped over him with her back to his chest, and lined up her crotch with his. Kaz was now standing beside them as she hovered in that position. Jimmy ached for her to lower down onto his welcoming committee, but she remained poised above him as Kaz said, "'Shaziku' is the sharing of everything - my goods, my home, even my wife. And it is sealed by sharing the wife at the same time. But she remains the wife of her husband, and so her wife-side is his whenever we are both having her. You may share the back side, and together we will be joined in 'shaziku'!" And with that she prepared to descend upon his stiffness. She licked her fingers, wetting them thoroughly, and worked them around and then in the tiny little hole between her cute little butt cheeks. Then she grabbed his slippery-made cock and pointed it straight up at herself. He felt the large head at the end of his shaft finally make contact with that little opening, but it resisted his entry. She continued to lower herself down anyway, and it had no choice but to give way to the hard shaft, allowing it to barely creep in. She stopped for a moment when the head was in, took a deep breath, and as her sphincter muscles relaxed, continued her way down. The feeling was tight and sweet to him, and soon she had her tiny ass cheeks firmly resting on his lap. Jimmy just laid there a moment and luxuriated in the feeling. He was tightly into Kiko's backside, and he gripped her tiny waist, watching as her dark tresses moved about on her shoulders. He looked at his wife who lay on the lounge chair next to his, and though her eyes were nearly closed slits, her face was turned towards him with a cat-like smile that said 'this is the life.' Casandra had obviously figured out how to please another woman. Then he felt Kiko purposely tightening and loosening her ass muscles, and had never felt such intense pleasure. It was so pure it was almost painful. Then she leaned back and laid on his chest. He reached around her to cradle her breasts, wanting to give back even a small measure of the pleasure she was giving him, but he felt his hands pried loose and Kaz saying, "In 'shaziku' you are allowed to share half, and you have strayed onto the wrong side." Looking over Kiko's shoulder he saw Kaz stepping up between both her and his legs. He was about to become the bottom third of a hot human sandwich, but he accepted it willingly. Kaz moved up and into Kiko's snatch, and then he too laid down, propping himself up a little on his knees to take some of the pressure off. Jimmy could actually feel Kaz's penis working its way into her. He hadn't realized how thin the wall was between a woman's vagina and anus. Their stiff cocks were virtually alongside each other within Kiko, and when Kaz began to slowly fuck her, Jimmy received each of the thrusts on his own genitals. He could almost imagine that it was he being screwed. 'This 'shaziku' was alright stuff,' he decided. By now Casandra was curiously exploring the first pussy not her own. She used her tongue as her main probing tool, and discovered that the juices exuding the hairless cunt had a different flavor from her own. She often had tasted herself during her solo performances in the bedroom, and was surprised to taste such a difference. Dana's, she decided, was more salty, where her's was more musky. She also knew exactly where the love button was, and just how she liked it pushed, so she did her best to provide that for Dana. She licked all around it, teasingly flicking it now and then to let her subject know that she knew exactly what she was doing. Dana's fingers were entwined in her hair and kept an insistent pressure on her to bury her face in her steamy muff, but Casandra resisted the pressure and kept up her torture. She could tell also, knowing the signs exactly, that she had brought Dana to a shuddering climax twice already, and it was her intent to do it twice more before abandoning herself to whatever else was to come. Dana had practically zoned out of her body from the treatment she was receiving so excruciatingly exquisite was it, but then she noticed that she was not the only one moaning and crying out. She peeked through her eyelids and saw little Kiko sandwiched between Jim and Kaz, and could see why she was verbalizing her pleasure as well. Both men were buried to the hilt in her tight body as she gasped out her pleasure. Then Dana had to shut her eyes tight as the next wave of pleasure swept over her. When it started to recede the tongue going at her began to work again and she could settle back and wait for the next installment. She peeked again to see Kiko being doubly pounded, and the frail young woman was rhythmically crying out in either great pain or great pleasure. Perhaps both, she thought. Then another wave surged up within her and she forgot all about anyone else. Casandra decided that it was time she got a little action herself, so using her head as the pivot point she turned her body around 180 degrees so that they were now in a 69-position. Hands eagerly gripped her thighs and pulled her own crotch down onto the awaiting mouth. She hadn't expected to enjoy this encounter all that much, but she could feel her labial lips quivering at the love-tonguing she was getting. She could tell that her own juices were oozing freely as she went back to work on the pussy before her. Dana wasn't going slowly or torturously as she had, but was working her clit for all she was worth and it soon paid off. Casandra felt her legs clamping onto Dana's head as the feeling spread from her twat up and throughout her body in a burst of physical exultation! Her every nerve tingled and she knew that her hair must be standing on end as electrified as she felt. Then she pried herself out from between Dana's legs as the oriental girl next to her screamed out in delight and the faces of the two men in her shivered in ecstasy as they both came in her at the same time. She did another 180 and fell into the well muscled arms of her paramour. They hugged and kissed tenderly, both exhausted from their competition in the water and their frenzied love-making. Casandra then nestled down between Dana's breasts and whispered, "My lovers call me Cassie." "Thank you, Cassie." Casandra kissed the nipple nearest her mouth and added, "You may have won the race, but I think we both were the winners." Dana nodded her agreement as the two hugged their naked bodies together in the dim light of the night. NEW NEIGHBORS Chapter 11 "Doggin' It at the Beach" The morning dawned a hazy red on the horizon, and promised to turn the air sticky and uncomfortable. Already the cicadas were chirruping their sonorous songs before the morning newspapers had thumped their presence on the neighborhood's doorsteps. Dana, Jim, Barb, Mike, Kiko, and Kaz were comfortable, though, as they headed west towards beckoning beaches. They had the a/c turned on low, the radio turned on high, and their sights were set on a last summer fling amidst rolling waves and sunny skies. ***** She awoke with a bit of a hangover, but the ear-pounding music coming from the bathroom wasn't helping either. "Hey!" she yelled and then cringed at her own volume, "knock it down in there!" The voice behind the door replied, "Whoa. I was only humming. You must really have a hurtin' from last night." The reclining body groaned and put a pillow over her head. Then she noticed a body in the bed next to her and wondered for just a second if she had forgotten an encounter from the previous night. She moved back the covers to expose a mass of brunette hair in a jumble and remembered finally that she was in a motel room with her two friends from school. Kathy was the perky blonde in the bathroom, Sharon was the brunette whom she had shared the double bed with last night, and the three of them had just finished their last college course (summer make-ups that had delayed their graduation). Rebekah pulled the pillow over her head again and willed the world to go away. They had graduated a couple of days before and headed to the beach for their post-grad week-long party. But unlike the times that their friends had told them about after their May graduations, the beach at the end of August was a pretty dead place. No one else was partying; instead they were tooling up for the start of their jobs, and the beach was a resort for families with young kids and old geezers. All three had boyfriends back home, but they had planned to have a last fling at the seaside before returning to responsibilities, awaiting careers, and steady guys. After their second day of cruising around and hitting many of the bars along the boulevard, they'd returned to their suite of rooms and tied one on by themselves. Rebekah couldn't remember if the other two had kept up with her, but from the sound of ol' happy Kathy, she at least must have quit long beforehand. Finally she kicked off the covers to give herself some air and in doing so noticed that her bed partner slept in the buff. Sharon didn't twitch a muscle at being exposed, but slept on like a baby. Rebekah noticed how well endowed Sharon was, but prided herself that she was even bigger. Her chest had opened a lot of doors in her life, and she had used them to advantage a'plenty to get through school. 'Not like Kathy, though,' she mused to herself. She could see the little blonde in the mirror of the bathroom and envied the girl's smarts. She'd been a late bloomer, with nicely developed breasts, a cute ass, a button nose, a waist almost too small to believe, and blue eyes that could look right through you. But she didn't realize what a woman she was, Rebekah thought, nor did she know how to use what she'd been given. Other than her brain. Sharon finally stirred, unconsciously running her hands up and down her body, and blinked at the crack of light coming out of the bathroom. "You ready to tackle a new day, Rebek?" using Rebekah's nick-name that sounded almost like Reebok because of the dirty-blonde's athleticism, "or are you just going to ogle my beautiful bod all day?" She ran her hands up to her full breasts and caressed them for effect. "Eat me, you lesbo!" Rebekah responded and whacked her with a pillow. Just then Kathy came out of the bathroom and noticed the pillow fight. She smiled but didn't join in. She was already outfitted in a Bodyglove two piece bathing suit that hugged her petite curves. She interrupted the battle that seemed to be escalating. "C'mon you two. Get a move on! There are rays to soak, water to swim in, sand to play on, and maybe a guy or two out there. There're only a couple of days left before we have to head back, so let's make the most of it." Rebekah stopped pounding Sharon with the pillow, gave her a sly smile, and remarked, "Guess I'd better get a bath then," and headed for the bathroom before Sharon could recover. "Oh no!" her adversary exclaimed. "You'll be in there forever!" She looked at Kathy and sighed, "she takes the world's longest baths." "Why don't you skip your shower and just rinse off in the ocean after breakfast?" Kathy suggested. So it was that the three young college grads prepared for another day at the beach, not expecting much to happen, but hoping that the trip was not just a way for them to deepen their tans. Little did they know that the day would exceed their wildest fantasies. ***** The six of them pulled up to the beach and unloaded their gear. It wasn't yet mid-morning and the sand was relatively empty of beach-goers. They found a spot down towards the water and set up their umbrellas, blankets, coolers, and towels. Soon shirts were peeling up and shorts being tugged down, and then six young bodies headed for the breakers. They splashed their way in with only Barb hanging back. Mike and Jim circled around behind her and as one grabbed her high the other got her low so that they could, on the count of three, throw her by the ankles and wrists screaming into a wave. Some chicken fights developed and then they headed back to the comfort of their towels. Kaz had brought his surf board, and showed Jim some of the basics of balance and leg-positioning. The sun rose higher in the sky and the beach began to fill up. Most of the sun-worshippers were families, but all noticed the group of 6 as they passed by. Dana wore one of her Speedo suits, but the tightness of the fabric and the cut on her hip gave the right amount of cover with still only a little room for imagination. Barb's buxomness was impossible to ignore, unless of course, it was when she was lying belly down, and the thong cut of her bikini showed her golden cheeks in all their glory. Kiko's foreign elegance of movement, her lithe nubile body, and neon orange maillot all caught the eye of any males within a mile of their position. Mike had copied Barb in that he too wore a thong bikini bottom, although from the hairiness of his derrier it was almost hard to tell. Jim wore a conventional black tank suit, and Kaz wore knee-length paisley surfing shorts. The men's build was of those in their mid- twenties who had not yet added any paunch, were cocky, and carried themselves that way. The sun climbed higher in the sky and the tans of the young men and women deepened. They fought its negative effects with lotions and oils, slicking themselves up as though they intended to be deep fat fried. They partook from their coolers at lunch time, and eventually the ladies excused themselves to take a walk. Dana, Barb, and Kiko headed up the beach to work off their lunch in a brisk walk when, after about 10 minutes of walking they noticed a volleyball court with a rather small game in progress on it. Three young women were bouncing the ball back and forth, 2 against 1. There was a petite blonde whose hair was up in a ponytail and sticking out the back of her hat wearing a Bodyglove black and yellow two piece. There was a curvy brunette in a green Jag two piece, and an almost awkwardly buxom dirty blonde with shoulder length hair in a very high cut one- piece. The suit on the third was nearly thong-cut in the front, rising in a narrow "V" up her torso, finally to be met on the sides just below her breast line. The 3 married ladies walked up and, after a quick conference, offered to hit the ball with them. The 3 co-eds were looking rather bored and quickly took them up on their offer. They didn't mix teams, and soon bodies were flying around on the sand in hearty competition. After warming up for five minutes, Barb suggested that they play an actual game. The co-eds agreed, and beat them 15-6. As they switched sides, Barb offered to wager them a soda on the next game, and so it was that the married women squeeked out a 15-12 victory. Kiko was turning out to be the star of their team, despite Dana's athletic abilities and training. It seemed that Kiko had aspired to be on the Japanese women's Olympic team, but had never made the cut. She was damned good, though, and when Dana set her, she could spike it with power. Unfortunately, Barb was on their team also, and blew more points than she actually kept the ball even in play. As the sodas were being consumed after the heated match, Mike, Jim, and Kaz strolled up in search of them. Barb noticed how big the buxom dirty blonde's eyes got when they approached. Introductions occurred, and they learned that the girls were just out of college, were rather bored with their graduation fling, and that they were named Kathy (the petite blonde), Rebekah (the buxom dirty blonde who seemed to be the leader), and Sharon (the dark haired and curvy one with the long legs). Barb finished her diet cola and offered to make a wager. Rebekah asked what it was, and Barbara replied, "Let's make this a day we'll all remember. You girls are bored, but look very hot. And by that I don't mean from the sun. I've noticed our men eyeing you, so what say we wager this: whichever team wins the best of 3 gets to set the rules tonight. If we win, we get to tell each of you to do one and only one thing. It might be anything... If you win, you can order each of the six of us to do one thing. And when I say that whoever loses has to do "one thing", I'm not talking about easy shy stuff. I mean ANYTHING," nodding and winking at them. The littlest one, Kathy, began giggling self-consciously, but Rebekah had already stuck out her hand to shake. Barb stepped closer than necessary for shaking hands, reached out her own hand, and began using the back of her fingers to caress Rebekah's breast. Her brazen gesture in front of everyone told them all exactly what she had in mind. Rebekah felt her nipple responding eagerly to the touch despite the on-lookers, and although it was an awkward situation she didn't know what to do so just stood there. Barb allowed her fingers to trail down Rebekah's body until she broke contact and did finally shake the other's hand. That seemed to break the momentary paralysis and everyone headed for their team's side. Kiko had looked anxiously at Kaz to see if he would agree to this "deal", and he just shrugged as if to say, "We're in America now, and I'm in over my head." Mike and Jim were grinning ear to ear, and went to the sidelines to cheer their women on. The game began in earnest, with both sides giving it their all in hopes of being able to dictate what the others had to do. They each had ideas of what they wanted done, and by whom. Mike noticed Rebekah eyeing him hungrily throughout the tournament. He was a sucker for big breasts, and urged his wife and her teammates on in hopes that Barb would "order" the big-chested vixen to do him. Then again, the way she was looking him over, if her team won she just might give him the order herself. Jim was intrigued with the little blonde, and he suspected that Dana was also. He watched his wife try to hide her disgust with Barb's athletic abilities whenever she blew a point for their team. Barb had gotten them into this situation, and was doing absolutely nothing to help them win it. Kiko, though, more than made up for the team klutz, taking Dana's sets and hammering them home. The wives lost the first set before Dana and Kiko got into a rhythm that was able to cover most of the hot, sandy court under the relentless sun. On the other side Rebekah was indeed eyeing Mike, or more precisely, she was eyeing his bathing suit. He seemed to fill it out more than adequately, and she'd never met a man before who was secure (or was it vain?) enough to wear a thong bikini in public. She'd had a few weight lifters before who went in for skimpy underwear, but had never seen one in public. She found it hard to concentrate in the second game with him sitting so closely, knowing that one way or the other the end of the match would lead to some kind of physical encounter. Sharon, the curvaceous brunette with an hour-glass figure, had visions of the oriental girl going down on her with the one named Dana nibbling on her tits. She'd had plenty of guys, was going to be heading back to one special one when this vacation was over, but she was a little experienced with those of her own sex, and those two looked good enough to eat. Kathy, the petite blonde in the two piece, baseball hat, and new wave sunglasses was doing her best to play and not think about the consequences. She knew what the bet was, but wondered how she'd allowed herself to go along with it. She was a bit daunted by the forwardness and overt sexuality of Barbara, but it excited her also. She had hit as many shots toward her as possible, as none of them had been returned, but in the second game Barb's other two teammates had been able to cover for her most of the time, and the college girls found themselves on the losing end of the second game. One to one - all tied up. Third game was the tie breaker. Kaz was proud of his wife's ability to dominate the game. He had met her when her high school team had played its finals in his college's gym. Kiko's team had lost, but between classes he'd watched her games in the tournament, and when her team had finally been eliminated had found the courage to approach her. They'd become engaged before she graduated, and were married just a year later. Now, two years later he was graduated, employed, living in a new country, and married to the best volleyball player on the beach. He still admired her form and ability, and desired her most of all of the six women playing. But a bet was a bet, and he would go along with whatever the outcome was before he would consider backing out and losing face. Serves went back and forth, frequently without any points being scored. At 12-12 Kiko's turn to serve came up, and she planted two hard aces into the sand on the other side. Grim faced and determined she tossed the ball up in the air, leaped and swatted another hard one at the other side. Kathy saw it coming, and knew that she could get there to set it, or at least keep it in play. But something in the back of her mind made her hesitate. Maybe it was the heat, for they were all soaking wet with perspiration. Maybe it was the sun - no one would question her if she'd said that it had been in her eyes. Maybe it was the mystery of what might happen if they lost, and her curiosity to find out getting the best of her. Perhaps it was all three, but the slight hesitation was all it took for her last second lunge to come up short and give the victory to the challengers. The three husbands jumped to their feet cheering and the wives went under the net to shake hands with the co-eds for a match well played. Barb got their address, and it was agreed that the six of them would stop by after dinner-time for the bet to be paid off. As the three couples headed back down the beach to their own spot, Rebekah watched them walking away, admired again Mike's buttocks and then turned and headed towards their car. They had some preparing to do. ***** After dinner the three co-eds prepared for their guests in silence, none knowing exactly what to say or expect. They changed out of their beach gear, but weren't sure whether they should dress up or down, sexy or debonair. They decided to each dress how they wanted the evening to go. Rebekah put on her sexiest pink silk teddy trimmed in black lace. The fabric felt good against her skin, and she sat and brushed her hair to make it full and fluffy. She did her make-up for a soft look and then stepped back from the bathroom mirror to admire her full figure. In the bedroom Sharon was trying on the leather clothes she had brought. She pulled on some long black boots over her stockings. The latter were held up by a black lace garter belt, which was over a black g-string leather bikini. Up top she wore only a buttoned black leather vest. She teased her curly dark hair into a chaotic full mass of curls. She wore her make-up heavy and exotic. The beauty spot/mole on her left cheek added to her sexiness. Her final touch was to coat any exposed skin in baby oil. Out in the living room Kathy was unsure of how to dress. So instead of going with one particular outfit only, she put on her best lingerie, and then dressed over it in a sexy little yellow dress. The back was cut down to her waist, and the hemline was so high that she could barely sit down decently in public. She wasn't worried about that, though, this night. Her legs ended in spiked heels of the same yellow color and her make up helped her youngish face compete with her hard body. Then she let her hair down that she'd had up in a ponytail. Her hair was her pride and joy, and it cascaded down her back to touch the small of her back. The blonde tresses were thick, full, and curly -- and she brushed them to a silky sheen. She had wondered about the evening, but decided to just go with whatever happened. It was her last summer as a student, and she figured to end it with a bang. Before any of them expected it, the doorbell rang. Kathy answered it, with Sharon and Rebekah standing in the bedroom doorway. The three couples came in, and Kathy knew that the evening was going to be good. The men all looked delicious with their sport clothes on and their tanned bodies revealed here and there. The women were dressed to kill, and looked like they had just had an expensive meal at a chic night spot. Barb led the way in a tight skirt and loose blouse, Dana had on some shorts that really showed off her legs, and Kiko wore a snug halter top dress that displayed her awesome tan and muscular back. The nine mixed up some drinks and all got comfortable in the living room. Kathy almost felt overdressed next to Rebekah in her teddy and Sharon in her leather, but she was getting plenty of looks from the men anyway. She stopped trying to tug her dress down at the hem and just let it ride as high as it wanted. She crossed her legs and noticed Jim staring at them. Finally Barb spoke up. "Why don't I go over again what our bet was. We all agreed that if we won we could ask each of you to do one thing. It can be anything, and you've agreed to do whatever we say. Is that the way you remember it?" She looked at Rebekah, who glanced at her roomies and they nodded in turn. "Good," Barb continued. "We talked this over at dinner, and we think it will be best if you each take turns, rather than all at once. Is that okay, too?" The three agreed to that as well, so Barb downed the rest of her drink, stood up and announced, "Okay then - everyone into the bedroom!" There obviously wasn't room for them all on the king-sized bed, but Barb directed them to bring chairs in and set up somewhere around the bed in the middle. She turned some of the lights off and the remaining two she turned down low. Then she looked at Kathy and said, "You first." At that Kathy nearly ran out of the room, but instead, she swallowed the lump in her throat, stood up and stepped as regally as possible to the bed. Barb directed her to sit in the middle of the bed all by herself. She felt very conspicuous there, but with the lights down and a little alcohol running through her she felt like maybe she could comply. "Kathy," she began, "you are a very beautiful young woman, but from the little we've seen of you today, you seem a little uptight and self-conscious. We're not sure that you realize just how sexy and desirable you are, so what we want you to do is to get in touch with what all of us can see with our own eyes. Our 'request' of you is that you pleasure yourself...," then softly, "to climax." And with that Barb sat back down and waited. Barb's little speech hadn't been lost on Kathy, and she knew that others thought her attractive. Somehow, though, she just didn't feel as comely as others told her she was. But the last part of what Barb had said made her shiver. She was being asked to masturbate in front of eight people! She couldn't possibly do something like that! She'd figured she'd be asked to make it with one of their husbands, maybe while the wife watched, but she hadn't expected to be so on display. She began to protest, but her friends offered her words of encouragement, and Barb didn't look like she was going to back down. Barb did suggest, "It may be easier if you close your eyes. Remember, we're your friends, and we will be with you in this." So with that little bit of encouragement she began. The first thing she decided was to shuck the dress. With eyes closed she slowly peeled it up past her waist, revealing high on the hip red panties, and matching red garter belt holding up her black stockings. She pulled the stubbornly tight dress up and over her chest and over her head, revealing a low-cut white silk bra that exposed most of her firm breasts, including half of each aureola. She decided not to strip any further, but ran her hands up and down her body to begin the process, feeling the electricity and anticipation in the warm room making her body tingle. She cupped and caressed her breasts through her bra, and with her eyes closed tried to tune out the rest of the room. Her hands roamed further up and down her body until one of her hands founds its way between her legs. She rubbed that spot a little tentatively, hearing someone in the room make a little gasp when she did. But she tuned them all out and concentrated on her body. Her warm hands did feel good as she caressed herself. Her nipples were beginning to stiffen and while she rested her one hand on her crotch, she pinched and squeezed each breast in turn. She could feel the warmth of her hands creating further warmth within her that centered on her breasts. That feeling was then complemented when someone turned on the radio to a jazz station. A low bluesy melody was playing, and she soon found herself mentally dancing to the music with her hands on her body. Her fingers played lightly over her chest, and she found the warmth spreading down between her legs. Her other fingers soon joined the dance and she could feel the wetness beginning at her legs' apex. Of their own volition her fingers slipped underneath her tight panties and began stroking. She could almost feel her pubic hair tingling, but when her finger slipped down and through the downy bush to touch her clitoris, her whole body gave a shiver of excitement. She was in her own world, deeper than she'd ever been, and her fingers were the propellers that carried her through the darkness toward the light. She dipped her middle-finger into her slit and then removed it trailing a line of musky wetness back up toward her clit. There she rubbed her juice onto it and then used the lubrication to make continuous circles on and around it. With her free hand she undid the center snap on her thin bra and it fell away exposing her breasts to the direct contact they desired. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard murmurs of approval, but they were inconsequential to the activity she was single-mindedly pursuing. Eventually she reached her second hand down and under the cotton cloth to spread her pussy lips and allow her other hand easier access to the little button of flesh that was giving her so much pleasure. Her juices were flowing faster and her fingers were rubbing harder and soon she experienced a surge a warmth that washed over her. With that she laid back and luxuriated in it for a few moments. It had been a good one, maybe her best ever, and she felt confident that she had exceeded Barb's request. Finally she opened her eyes. Barb was frowning. "Did you even come?" the dark-haired woman asked her. "Yes," she stammered confusedly. "Couldn't you tell?" The warm feeling was dissipating rapidly. As she peered around the room she took in the positions of the others. She looked first for her friends, and saw Rebekah smiling at her, and Sharon looking less than neutral. Sharon had obviously been following her activity with a little of her own, and looked perturbed that it was over so soon. She saw the cute blonde Dana sitting next to Jim, and while she wasn't giving much facial feedback, he looked quite interested in what she'd been doing. The oriental couple were sitting in one chair, she on his lap and his hand up her shirt, while Barb's husband Mike sat next to her looking bored. "No I couldn't," Barb answered her question drawing her attention back. "That was about how long I take to even think up a fantasy, much less work it through to its climax." Turning to Sharon, she said, "Why don't you go next." Kathy began to climb off of the bed but Barb told her to stay in place. "Sharon - you don't look like the inhibited type, basing my guess on how you're dressed," referring to the amount of leather she had on while still wearing so little. "Our 'request' of you is that you eat as many of us as you can tonight, starting with our shy creampuff there," referring to Kathy. Again Barb sat back. Now it was the raven-haired beauty's turn, and with a devilish smile that belied her anticipation of fulfilling the request as fully as possible, slid onto the bed alongside the little blonde. Again Kathy was taken aback to have to be the center of attention, but Sharon whispered into her ear breathily, "just relax and let me take over. I promise you'll like this," and then began nibbling and kissing her earlobes. Kathy had always liked that kind of foreplay and leaned back to lie down again, resigned to another round of lechers watching her sexual activity. The lovemaking began, and the intensity turned up quickly. Sharon had been turned on seeing her intellectual friend in such a different light, and wanted to show her some heights of passion that she was sure Kath had never reached before. It was her one chance, and she knew that if she didn't take it now, she'd never be able to show her later. So she smothered the pink lips with kisses, penetrating them with her insistent tongue while her hand tickled and rubbed its way over her friend's silky skin. She could feel the breasts hardening again under her touch and then she began giving them a good hard massage. Their foreplay was giving everyone something to get excited about. Kaz was working Kiko's breasts pretty hard himself, as Dana reached over and began rubbing Jim's hardness through his shorts. Barb had her hand down her own panties and Mike had unzipped and was slowly pumping his more-than-full handful in clear view of everyone else. Rebekah's attention was on watching Mike's hard-on and his hand action, dreaming of him pumping it into her. Kathy was hungrily sucking on Sharon's tongue as fingers worked their way between her legs. She hardly noticed that Barb reached up and pulled her panties down and off of her legs. She could smell the leather Sharon tightly wore, but the scent of pussy was beginning to fill the room. Sharon tore herself away from Kathy's mouth and began licking her nipples. They were already pointing up by now, and they stiffened further at the tonguing they got. Sharon's hand had worked Kathy's pussy up into a lather, so she knew it was time to go down further. She kissed her way down past the indented belly button and taut stomach muscles into the land of blonde fur. Her tongue parted the way easily until she buried her face in the aroma of wet cunt. First she licked, then flicked, then encircled, probed, thrust, poked, and finally jabbed with her tongue, eliciting louder and louder moans from her victim, until Kathy shuddered, clamped her legs onto Sharon's head and let out a scream of pleasure from the depths of her being. Sharon gave Kathy a very brief respite, and then went back at it again. Kathy had thought that she'd hit the highest of heights as it was, and hadn't known that with only 10 seconds time out that it could all happen again. Sharon knew from her health class that the female of the species are multi-orgasmic their ENTIRE lives (unlike poor men, she thought, whose rejuvenating abilities take longer and longer to repeat as they grow older). As that action began again on the bed, Rebekah scooted over to Barb and whispered, "Can I please take my turn now, please!" Barb looked to Dana for confirmation, and when she got the nod, whispered back, "You want your order now, huh? Ok, we talked about you at dinner, and here's the one thing we want you to do: fuck us all, baby -- fuck us all!" Rebek had her 'go ahead', so she turned to Mike first of all. She took him by the hand (the one that was not already gripping himself) and led him to the bed. On the way he shed his drawers and then the two reclined onto the bed next to the women who were still going at it hot and heavy. Beck had seen his massive amount of man-meat and wanted it for her very own. He kissed her with hungry passion and she could feel his cock rubbing the silk of her teddy almost as high as her belly button. He felt as solid as a rock in her arms and her breasts felt tight and swollen in anticipation. He began running his hands over the fabric enclosing her chest and her pussy juices began flowing heavily. He reached down between her legs and unsnapped the teddy at her crotch. He reached further down and pulled her legs up and then up higher until her ankles rested on his shoulders. She was now bent into a v-shape and was fully exposed to his pointing member. He hit his target and slid in slowly but surely. When she felt filled and figured he was in all the way she glanced down and saw that his poker was only about half-buried. In her position she couldn't do much to pull him in, but soon he worked his way in further until she thought she would split. When she knew she couldn't take any more he was up to the hilt, his thighs resting on the back of her upper legs and buttocks. Then the pumping began and she lost herself in it. She did manage to peel the silky fabric down and over her huge tits so that he had something to hang onto while he rammed his way home. Images of sequoia trees, scud missiles, and the Sears Tower went through her mind as he screwed her for all he was worth. Sharon got Kathy to squat over her in a 69 position while she laid on the bed. Kathy was new to same-gender sex, but lapped at Sharon the way she'd been orally sexed, and the two of them kept up a furious pace of alternating orgasms. The way she was squatting over Sharon's face, though, had her facing the bed's headboard and her backside to the crowd of on-lookers. With a nudge from Dana, Jim moved up to take advantage of the "opening." Sharon looked upside-down from between Kathy's creamy thighs to see Jim crawling up, kneeling behind Kathy, and aiming for her cunt from behind. She reached a hand back between Kathy's legs and guided him into his target. He held onto Kath's petite waist with his firm hands and worked his throbbing reddened prick up and into her. Sharon enjoyed licking both of them at the same time, sometimes giving a nice long lick from Kathy's clit down to her crack and onto his shaft (if it was visible) and then onto his hairy balls. He leaned over the blonde, playing with her long tresses, and finally reached around her with one hand to tickle and caress one of her pert breasts. For her part she parted her legs further to allow both of her lovers to have full access to the place between her legs that was now the center of her universe. The three rocked in rhythm and soared to new heights. Dana had watched all she could without getting involved, so she stepped over to Kaz and Kiko and suggested that she cut in and borrow him for a few minutes. Barb followed right behind to "console" Kiko in ways that she knew would make Dana's oriental friend forget that her husband was with someone else. The four took spots on the floor to begin their own love-making. Dana knew that Kaz had shared "shaziku" with Jim, so she was determined to let him have equal time. Kaz sat back, eyes closed, and allowed this western woman to do his thing. She unbuttoned his shirt and then proceeded to smother his nearly hairless chest with kisses. But his pectorals were well developed, and he smiled as she licked and kissed his nipples. Soon she kissed her way down further and reached into his elastic waist shorts to free his wang. He was the smallest of the men in the room, but she figured he would also be the easiest to eat. She pulled his shorts down and off of his legs so that he only wore his opened shirt and socks. She placed the engorged tip of his cock into her mouth and began to stimulate it with her tongue, liberally applying her own spittle to lubricate him. She tasted the drop of pre- come that issued forth, and it only whetted her appetite for more. With her hands she slowly pumped him until he was fully erect and his hips had an insistence of their own that she take him deeper into her mouth. She complied until she could feel him touching the back of her throat, just as the small spasms grew larger. He grabbed the back of her head and held her tightly onto him as he ejaculated shudderingly. She resisted the urge to fight both him and the sensation of gagging, and managed to swallow the large spurts of fluid erupting down her throat. She knew that if she could just swallow as fast as he came she would be alright. But his lack of size was made up for in his longevity in coming, and just when she thought she would either drown, have the back of her head explode in jism, or lose her cool and gag all over him his gushing subsided. He released her hair and fell back in a slump. But Dana was not through with this well of manhood. She sucked him dry and then continued licking him all over his genitals. His hardness evolved into a soft mound of shrunken flesh, but she continued to lick him all over and under. She sucked on his balls, licked her way up and down his thighs, and then worked her way underneath his cock to his backside. She urged him to hug his knees to his chest as she used her tongue to continue to stimulate him. She knew that there are as many pleasure nerve endings in the anus as there are in the genitals, and she was determined to stimulate everyone of them. Kaz marvelled that a woman was not only licking and probing his anus with her tongue, but also that he was so turned on by the feelings. He hugged his legs to his chest and pulled his cheeks as far apart as possible. It wasn't long before his dick began to show signs of new life, but he just laid back and let her have her way. Kiko, nearby on the floor, took Barbara into her arms and they kissed deeply and wetly. Kiko had always been secretly desirous of the relationship that Dana and Barb shared, often fantasizing about Barbara's large breasts. She was not underdeveloped for an oriental woman, offering more to Kaz than the vast majority of her Japanese sisters could, but aside from Rebekah, Barbara's breasts were the largest in the room. As Barb reached a hand up her skirt and around her panties Kiko slipped a hand onto the fabric covering Barb's mounds of delight within. Barb responded by using her free hand to slip the fabric over her shoulder to expose her left teat. Kiko gazed in wonder at such a huge amount of pleasurable flesh and touched it gingerly. She hardly noticed the hand groping its way through her bush to the moist parting of skin between her legs. A finger slipped into her, which she did feel almost with surprise, but it quickly withdrew and was used to smear the slippery fluid onto Barbara's nipple. Kiko leaned over to smell her own scent on it and then reached her tongue out to taste what she could only describe to herself later as ambrosia. Her own breasts were stiffening, and she used her tongue to explore every centimeter of the curvaceous breast, aureola and nipple. Barb used her own hand to squeeze it even tighter, and Kiko tongued the hard nipple like she would have a clitoris. Barbara responded by reaching back up under Kiko's dress to pull the panties down to her knees where her oriental paramour was able to then work them off the rest of the way with her leg action. The two of them shifted so that Kiko lay down and Barb removed her top so that her jugs swung down freely over the awaiting mouth. She sat on Kiko's belly leaned over and allowed her to suck generously. Finally she slowly scooted back until her chest was between Kiko's outstretched thighs. She positioned one of her tits right over the oozing cunt and with her hand she guided her nipple into and around it. Kiko sucked in her breath in pleasure, and when she felt the nipple caressing her clit she began moaning in pleasure. She looked over to see Kaz obliviously moaning himself - his legs pulled up and Dana tonguing his asshole vigorously. She glanced back down to see Barb kissing her belly, reaching up to caress her own tits through the halter top, and continuing to grind her oversized mellon into her pussy. She arched her back and gave a long sustained moan of pleasure as the orgasm shook her and sent pleasure all through her. Back on the bed Rebekah had finished satisfying Mike, and as he laid back in exhaustion she glanced around for who to fuck next. Jim was pumping the blonde still in controlled fashion, so she looked over the edge to see Kaz with a hard on letting it go to waste. With a pat on the rump to Mike for a job well done, she bounced over the edge to see how she could help Dana do Kaz. She reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and withdrew a curved dildo and a tube of K-Y jelly. She waved the two at Dana, who looked up long enough from tonguing his backside to smile in approval. Dana left off her mouth work and crawled up alongside Kaz's head where he lay on the room's floor, placing a hand on his drawn up legs to indicate that he should keep them that way. She pulled herself up into a kneeling position and then stepped one leg over him so that she straddled his face. Then, with one hand still on his legs to keep them drawn up she slid her legs apart until his tongue was able to make contact with her smooth-skinned beaver. As Kaz began licking and hotly tonguing her in return, Rebekah smeared a healthy amount of the jelly onto the dildo, another big glop onto his butthole, and then placed the tip in position. His sphincter muscles tightened, but she slowly, but inexorably penetrated him with the hard plastic. When she had it buried up to its hilt she then slowly withdrew it until it was almost, but not completely, out of him. Then she repeated the procedure, moans escaping from around his active tongue. As those three continued, and Barb continued to grind her boob into Kiko's womanhood, and Jim, Kathy, and Sharon stayed linked up, there came an insistent knocking on the door. Rebekah rammed the dildo all the way into Kaz, sprinted to the bathroom where she grabbed the nearest towel, and headed out of the bedroom into the motel suite's front room. She kicked the door closed as she exited the bedroom and wrapped the cloth around her. She was glad that the fabric was long enough to reach fully around her, including her ample chest, but she noticed that it was a narrow towel that reached from her chest to just below her crotch. But at least she was decent as she unbolted the door. Before she opened it, though, she called through, "Yes?" "One of the owners, ma'am, may I speak with you?" came the reply. 'Damn,' she thought at the intrusion, 'what could be the problem? We haven't been partying loudly enough for anyone to report us, so what gives?' She debated whether to be angry or sweet, deciding that the latter might get her the farthest with the owner. She opened the door with a smile on her face. She faced a boy and his dog. At least that was her first impression. Then she noticed that he stood taller than she, but was obviously either just out of or still in high school. The dog was no pup, either. It was an Irish Setter that flanked him at the end of a leash. She opened the door enough to stand in full view of him at which point the dog stepped forward and began sniffing her crotch in very normal canine fashion. She stepped back slightly and the young man noticed his dog and said, "Don't mind Rascal, he's just a very friendly dog." 'Horny is more like it,' she thought. But to him she asked sweetly, "Is there some trouble? And did you say you are one of the owners?" "My folks own this place," he began, "and I often sit the desk in the evenings." As he talked the dog continued to sniff at her crotch intently, smelling much of the evening's sexual scents on her that its master couldn't. She pushed the dog's head down, but couldn't get it away from her, and as soon as she let up pressure it moved back up into place with its sniffing. The motel owner's son continued, "You probably didn't notice when you signed in that the room has a maximum capacity of six, what with fire regulations and all, and earlier tonight one of our sanitation workers noticed a large crowd heading into your room and reported it to my folks. They asked me if I'd check it out." Rebekah hardly heard his words as the dog had slid its nose up under the fabric and started sniffing her right in her crotch. The harder she pushed its head down the harder it pushed back up. "Would you mind if I came in and looked around? My name is Jack, by the way." He leaned forward and stretched out his hand to shake, which allowed the dog to step even closer to her with its insistent sniffer. She didn't want him coming in and getting her in trouble but she couldn't tell him to go away, so she shook his hand. The dog, its head angled up under the narrow towel, stopped its sniffing and extended its very wet tongue to lick at her muskiness, but she realized that if she were to back up into the room to get away from its probing, Jack would follow into the room taking her movement as an invitation to enter. She hesitated without moving and Rascal started to really begin licking her. The wet tongue worked more rigorously and she began to feel her own juices adding to the wetness between her legs. The juices were like a reward to the dog who increased its tonguing tempo. She didn't know what to do, but heard a door open and close, and then Mike was up behind her in a towel of his own asking innocently, "What seems to be the problem, Dear?" He was planted firmly behind her, and Jack seemed oblivious to his dog's doings in the shadows of the doorway as he recounted again most of what he'd told Rebekah. She couldn't get away, being lodged between Mike and Rascal and finally she gave up trying to resist the dog's insistent tonguings at the delicious dampness it had discovered. She closed her eyes, leaned back against the strong chest of the man behind her and felt a the wetness increasing between her legs. Behind her Mike took in the situation in its entirety, but held his place firmly behind her, inwardly smiling when she leaned back and relaxed against him. In reply to the inquiry to come in, he asked the young man, "If there were more than 6 people in the room, what consequences would there be?" and the reply was that they would all have to vacate the room permanently, including the paying customers. "Hmmm. And what would happen," Mike seemed to wonder aloud, "if there were 9 people in the room, and 6 of them were female? That sounds like a disproportionate number of females if you ask me. And what if I told you that those six females were all no more than eight years older than you? Let's see, there is Barbara, who's 26, dark haired and almost as buxom as Rebekah here, who is 22. Then there is little Kathy, who's 21, is petite and has beautiful blonde hair down to her waist. There's Dana, who's 25, and has the two most perfectly formed breasts I've ever seen." Jack was looking on in obvious delight now. "There's also Sharon. Umm umm, she is one hot brunette, especially with the leather that she wears, and finally there is Kiko, who's oriental, with long legs you can't imagine how it feels to have wrapped around you. Would it make any difference if we had nine people in the room, including those six, any of whom would like to meet you and get to know you better?" Still blocking the doorway he reached around Rebekah to hold her tightly and began kissing her neck. Jack finally seemed to notice what Rascal was up to, and with Mike kissing her neck and squeezing her tight in his arms saw her shiver and begin moaning in physical ecstasy. He watched for a little longer as the woman's towel worked loose from her breasts (Mike tugging a little here and there as he squeezed her to bring about that effect) and was mesmerized at the sight in front of him. The towel dropped completely away and she spread her legs for the dog's muzzle to work unhampered as she spasmed in orgasm again. Mike looked up and asked again, "What do you say, which of the six young ladies in here would you like to meet?" and stepped sideways to allow him entry while still supporting Rebekah. 'Yes!' Jack exulted inwardly, 'it had worked again!' He had a deal with the help that if they noticed any really hot babes to let him know about it. He hadn't checked the three co-eds in, but they'd been noticed by his spotters and had told him about them. He'd been watching their room for any activity during the past couple of days, and when he saw that they didn't have much, figured it was time for he and Rascal to pay them a visit. He'd lived at the beach all his life and knew horny young women when he saw them. These three were obviously out for a last summer fling and he'd decided to try to get in on it. He'd first had success with his "scare the customer" routine three years before back when he was fifteen, and had scored on tenants a number of times since. Rascal always came along and was a real sniff artist, being an unwitting accomplice in a process that sub-consciously told his targets what he was after. He'd first seen Rascal do his sniffing at women's parts when he was fourteen, and he'd seen how women usually reacted. That was what got him started thinking about how he could find his way into their rooms. If a girl got overly pissed about the dog's sniffing then he explained that the dog was also trained to detect drugs. That usually left Rascal outside tied up while he was invited inside. A couple of years back he remembered Rascal working his wet nose up a girl's full-length prom dress as she stammered out unconvincing explanations of being married. Since then his pup had hiked up a few skirts on occasions and gotten quite intimate with some shorts and bathing suits, but nothing like he'd gotten away with tonight. And now he was being invited in with full choice of six! He'd never been in a room that had ever offered more than two. He pushed his way past the moaning woman, dropping the leash on the way. What Rascal was able to get away with or not was not up to him now - it was every dog for himself. Mike finally stepped back from the door so that Rebekah was able to disengage herself from the dog, but for a long moment she remained in place. Finally she seemed to come to her senses and disengaged herself, picked up her towel and strapped it back on as she closed the door, but not before Rascal trotted in and took up residence on the sofa in the front room. Mike turned to the young man and asked, "Which one should I call, or should I just leave you here with Rebekah?" Jack looked over at the busty blonde, but his curiosity got the better of him about the five others in the next room. "You didn't say how old Kiko or Sharon is," he ventured to his host. "Didn't I mention that? I guess you're right. The leather clad Sharon is 22. Kiko is the youngest one in the group, just over from Japan a couple of months ago, and just a year and a half out of school herself. I believe she's 20, but she might still be 19. Shall I call one of them?" Jack thought about the hot Korean girl in his calc. class -- her name was Su Yen. Her heritage lent a mysteriousness to her that he'd always found alluring, so he nodded to Mike in assent, and managed to croak out "Kiko, please." Rebekah left with Mike, and Jack and Rascal were left alone in the room for a minute. Jack fished into his pocket for a doggy treat and threw it over to his Setter with a "good boy!". After a brief mumbled conversation behind the door, Mike appeared again, with a really beautiful young oriental girl/woman with him wrapped in a towel. She short-stepped out of the room with Mike, her eyes on the floor. "Let me just mention one of the ground rules before the two of you meet. You may go with Kiko into the bed room, but in return you leave your clothes out here with me for security, and you promise not to hassle the young ladies who've rented this suite. Is that agreed?" Jack nodded his head and in the excitement of the moment pulled his shirt off, kicked away his shoes and socks, and then dropped his shorts. He was just about to doff his briefs when Mike said he had enough security. With that he reached out Kiko's hand to his and stepped aside. Just then the bedroom door opened and a stunningly sexy dark-haired woman in her 20's appeared with absolutely nothing on. She wore it well, though, and Jack almost regretted the choice he'd made, but she headed over to Mike and wrapped her arms around him. "Off you go," Mike said pointing to the door, as the naked brunette whispered something like, "so this is the dog you were telling me about." She let go of Mike, got down on all fours, and as Jack disappeared around the corner he thought he caught her cooing, "here doggy doggy doggy..." When Mike had disappeared back into the bedroom earlier he'd quickly apprised everyone of the situation, explaining that the owners' teenaged child had them over a barrel and had agreed to drop the hassle for a quickie from one of them. He hadn't made it clear whether this person was male or female, and had asked them each whether they were willing to be considered. They had each agreed to be available as a choice, and so it was then that he finally told them it was an 18 year old male, who had chosen Kiko. Kaz wasn't happy about the arrangement, but they had each given their word, and it was a way of saving their three young hostess's honor, so he'd given his nod of agreement to Kiko. While she had put on a towel to go out for the 'inspection', Mike had had a hurriedly quiet conversation with Barb, pointing to the next room as they did so. Now Kiko was returning to the dimness of the bedroom with her young charge in tow. He'd been told that there were six others in the room awaiting their return but it hadn't been real to him until he entered and saw them all staring at him. Kiko led him to the bed, where he self-consciously sat beside her. Kathy moved from where she had been sitting on a chair over to where Kaz was reclining on the floor. She figured that it would go easier on him, having seen his frowns at the teenager, if he was distracted. Kiko stepped back onto the floor and positioned herself between Jack's legs and slowly removed the towel. Her breasts were firm and her nipples pointy and hard as they were unveiled. She was determined to make this young man satisfied that he had chosen her so that he wouldn't come back and hassle their new found friends. With both hands she reached back and drew her hair from behind her shoulders to the front, and then extended her arms up high in a long and languid stretch that showed off her taut body to its fullest. From between narrowed eyes she looked down at him smiling, and then wetted her lips with deliberation. She eased down to her knees and reached out to grab the waist band of his briefs. He wiggled a little to allow her to draw them down his legs. She moved from between his knees to pull them all the way down and off of his feet. Despite her sexual advances, his self-consciousness persisted in the form of a half erect cock. He tried to tune out the others in the room but hadn't completely achieved it. He heard and sensed that most were beginning new encounters of their own when the bedroom door opened briefly and Mike stepped back in. "Just need to borrow the jelly, if I might Rebekah?" "How about I bring it out personally and join you two?" she replied. He smiled back wickedly and said, "Perfect. Join us, but it's us three," he corrected. "Woof," was her answer as she headed for the door with him. Kiko determined that Jack was not yet ripe for the plucking, and 'plucking' was what she definitely wanted to do to him. So she moved back up between his legs, tickling them with her nails as her hands worked their way up. Soon she got a handful of him, which aided his erection slightly. Leaning over him she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and gently began tonguing him. She could feel the head swell a little more at this treatment, so she allowed him a little further entrance. Her tongue worked up and down the underside of his ever-stiffening member. The harder he got the further she allowed him into her mouth until he was both fully stiffened and fully enveloped. She bobbed her head on him a couple of times and then disengaged herself completely, afraid that he would come too quickly. She stepped up onto the bed beside him and lay down on her back, both legs bent at the knee, but one up and one leaning towards him on the bed. She extended her arms to him, offering herself for embrace and he rolled over toward her and into the proffered arms. Their lips met in a wet and lusty kiss, her mouth opening to his probing tongue. Soon their tongues were dancing circles around each other and she could feel his chest pressing onto her breasts insistently. They held each other tightly, he positioning himself on top of her finally. After some ineffective hip thrusts his manhood met her womanhood and gained entrance. She stretched her legs apart and then around him, scissoring him into her even further. This impeded his thrusting action a little, but it prolonged their arousal. Down on the floor Kathy had found her way atop Kaz and was riding him for all she was worth. Jim, too, was on the floor, Sharon riding him upright with Dana straddling his face backwards so that the two women faced each other. They had formed a pyramid - Dana and Sharon kissing each other and fondling each other's breasts simultaneously. Again the air filled with the sweet odor of sex, and they all breathed it in as deeply as they could. A slight racket from the next room affirmed that the others were creating and breathing a similar scent. When Rebekah had entered the front room with Mike where Barb was waiting, the three had a conversation something like this: "He is beautiful." "Certainly is. And big!" "The question is, how big?" "I guess we'll find out." "Mike says you were really into it earlier." "More like the other way around, but yeah, I sure was." "Wanna give it another try?" "Why don't you. I'm still recovering from my first experience." "Thanks. How'd you do it?" "Yeah, down on the floor would probably be easier." "Should I lean over further, or should I stay up on all fours? Like this?" "That looks about right." "Come here, look what we have for you. That's it, here. "Let me help him up." "Sure is heavy." "Hmmm." "Do you think smelling will help?" "I don't know. Let me give him a hand first." "Ok." "There we go. Down. Good. How's that?" "I think he likes that!" "That's becoming quite apparent isn't it. Things are looking up now aren't they?" "Hurry up, please. Use some more jelly, and then pass it over to me." "Are you ready? I think this will go much better this time." "I sure am! Let's get on with it!" "Ok, here we go again. Umph! Ok, maybe spread your legs further." "I think he's close, let me just... yeah, like that... oh, that's it...yeah, oooh, yeah, ooooooooooohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy gawdddddddddddddd! ooo...ooo...ooo...ooo...ooo...ooo..." "How're you doing?" "(glrph!)" Mike: "I wonder how long she can take it..." Barb: "Why not try it yourself and see how well YOU do?" "It might prove to be an interesting comparison test." "ooo...I...ooo...think...ooo...I'm...ooo...going...ooo...to...ooo... split...ooo...apart...ooo..." "Barb, she looks like she's enjoying herself." "Well, try not to look so jealous. You're next, ok?" "Alright, but if this goes on any longer I may just horn in." "Here, let me keep you occupied..." In the bedroom Kiko had milked the young man dry and now Dana was up on the bed next to her sucking her still tender breasts. Young Jack lay exhausted on the bed next to them, and although Kiko had satisfied him it wasn't mutual. Dana sucked and nibbled while reaching her hand down between the slim legs' apex to caress and stroke the downy cleft. Sharon had finished off Jim on the floor and looked up to see the two entwining on the bed. She remembered her earlier fantasy of having those oriental eyes staring up into her own from between her legs, so she moved up onto the bed. She began by kissing the other breast and then kissed her way up to Kiko's red pouty lips. She licked her face extensively and then planted her lips on Kiko's in a damp kiss. Kiko's tongue snaked up and into her mouth, and then began flicking her tongue in a most suggestive way. Sharon turned her body around, not losing contact with her kiss. Then she broke off their mouth contact and stepped up and over Kiko's eagerly awaiting face. Dana stopped off tonguing the now swollen breast and slid down between Kiko's legs. Sharon laid down on top of her in a top and bottom 69 position, that brought her own face into proximity with Dana's. Dana leaned forward and kissed her briefly, then dropped down slightly to begin kissing and licking Kiko's muskiness. She and Sharon took turns eating Kiko, while Kiko happily slurped Sharon's nether regions. Jack looked on in incredulity, feasting his eyes on the brunette, dirty blonde and oriental girl all arranged for his viewing pleasure. Then the phone rang. Someone in the next room answered it, spoke briefly, then entered the bedroom and motioned to him to come and answer it. He entered the front room and saw Rascal sleeping peacefully on the floor. Barb and Rebekah also lay sleeping in each other's arms on the couch. Mike went back over and sat on the floor by the couch and petted the dog in its sleep. Jack had a quick conversation with the current desk attendant. He hung up and swore out loud. "What's up?" Mike asked. "It's my mom. She's headed over here to see if everything is okay. I'd better try to head her off." He grabbed his shirt and shorts and headed back through the bedroom to the poolside door. He had just donned his clothes and stepped out of the door onto the walled deck when he saw his mother walking up the sidewalk towards the room. The deck he stood on was about half a story up, with a belly-high wooden wall surrounding it, a gate and steps down to the sidewalk that led to the motel's pool. "Jack. Is that you?" she called as she approached, worry evident in her voice. "Sure thing mom." "Sanders at the desk said that you had to leave to check someone's room out for a problem. Is everything ok?" She stopped walking and stood even with him on the sidewalk, looking up at him half a story above her. He glanced back to see the three women from the bed crawling out on all fours through the door. "I think everything is alright. I was just checking on a possible party going on." In horror he glanced down to see Dana reaching up and then pulling his shorts back off of him. Sharon began kissing his legs and licking them as well. Kiko began fondling his buttocks. In spite of himself his erection began to become apparent. With an herculean effort he looked back at his mother and told her that the people in the room had invited him in to chat and stuff, so if it was okay with her, could he come, oops, could he stay awhile? She agreed, but then began to complain to him once again about his dad, and how so much needed to be done to fix up the rooms. He listened and nodded in silence, and she didn't even notice when he closed his eyes for almost five full seconds. Dana had begun sucking his full- sized prick while the other two continued to kiss and excitedly touch him. Then he felt his cheeks pried apart and something hard pressing into him. He braced himself with his hands, leaning slightly forward against the wooden wall and he just knew that Kiko had found a dildo. There was nothing he could do to stop them without giving himself away in front of his mother, and they did their best to make him break his silence. To his mother it looked like he was raptly listening, his lips pursed, a serious look covering his face. She prattled on for another minute before finally bidding him adieu and ambling back towards the office. Just as she was out of earshot he let out a large bellow and shot his wad into Dana's hungry mouth. Kiko began ramming his ass with the dildo in time to his strokes into her neighbor's mouth and Sharon helped by giving him a hand and pumping him in the right direction. Soon his recently depleted resources gave out and his stiffness went with it. The young ladies gathered up his shorts, and as he leaned against the railing in exhaustion they scooted back inside and locked the door behind them. He heard the click and knew that he'd gotten too greedy with this bunch and used his shirt to cover his privates as he dashed through the shadows as best he could to get back to his own place and some clothes. He forgot about his dog until the next morning. Rascal didn't feel forsaken, though, as he had found a room full of willing "bitches". His tongue and privates were constantly in use, the "bitches" taking turns in amazement that his erection didn't ever seem to deflate. They seemed to find it unusual that a single hump could last longer than a half-hour and would quit and allow another to take her place before he could finish with any of them. The small oriental one lasted the longest, but the breasty brunette gave him the best ride. Whichever was next in line got a good licking first, and he lapped at the furry patches that exuded such delicious wetness in delight. From between their legs poured forth a juice that must have originated from a bottomless well in doggie heaven. No, Rascal didn't lack for human companionship all night long. Early the next morning one of them poured him a dish of milk and then let him out the front door, a tired but happy doggy. The crowd stirred in the early morning light, and with kisses all around the co-eds parted from their newly found beach buddies. The memories they had created the night before, though, would remain with them the rest of their lives. NEW NEIGHBORS CHAPTER 12 "The Student" The summer had a few final surprises for Dana and Jim. The young swinging couple had had a full to the brim summer and couldn't imagine anything else to make it fuller. And actually the first surprise made their summer emptier. It was that Mike and Barb were to move away by the end of August. Apparently one of the networks on the other coast needed Mike behind one of their cameras on a regular basis, and the offer to move from local to network was an offer he couldn't pass up. The station picked up their moving expenses and gave him a big signing bonus, so a week after their beach romp with the co-eds, the dark young couple was packed up and moved out. Dana and Jim gave them a farewell party in two parts: one with the entire complex attending, eating, drinking, and partying until the wee hours of the morning. The second party was a bit more intimate, and was shared only by the four of them. It was a melancholy get-together despite the excitement of the job offer, and the four made love and said their goodbyes on Mike and Barb's final night. Barb bequeathed Dana one of her favorite vibrators and a few items from her "play room" and Mike gave Jim a copy of all the video he'd shot of them since their meeting. Jim gave Mike a set of CD's he'd been wanting, and Dana gave Barb the first pair of a panty-of-the-month installment, the rest to be delivered to their new address. When the moving van was ready to roll away the four gave a final hug and kiss, and with promises to write they sadly separated. The next few days were very lonely for Dana, with Jim at work, most of the folks around the pool not going out for her aerobics workouts, and no especially close girl-friend to call or visit. Kiko was a darling girl, but she was from another culture and the relationship was just not the same. Then about the second week of September, with technically a few days of summer left, Jim arrived home one evening from work to explain the possibility of a final summer adventure. It happened that that day he'd had lunch with the Vice-President of Marketing. During the conversation of business, company politics, etc. the veep had mentioned his concern for his only son. The boy's mother had passed away when he was still quite young, so the two of them had gone it alone. Brad had just graduated from high school, had turned 18 the week before, and the university he was about to attend didn't begin until the end of September. His concern was that over the past couple of years they hadn't been too close, and he wondered if his boy was ready for the big world out there on his own. And to top it off the entire marketing department had to go to a training seminar the 3rd week of September. That's when Jimmy had conjured up his notion. He speculated to his boss that since the two of them would be out of town, that maybe Dana, his wife, might be willing to house-sit with Brad while they were away. Perhaps she would be willing to take the young man under her wing and give him any last minute tips that might be helpful in preparing him for being on his own. The older man had thought it was a wonderful idea. "What do you think he really wants me to teach him?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. "You can ask him that yourself," he grinned back. "We're to go over to his house and meet him for dinner tomorrow night. Brad will be out, so this gives you a chance to get it all straightened out without the young man staring at you at the same time." Her husband then turned a little more serious and said, "You know, Honey, this sounds like it means a lot to him. He tells me Brad is a good kid, but is on the shy side without many close friends. He said there've been only a handful of dates he's ever been on, and he's even a little concerned that his son might even not be too interested in girls. You could be quite influential at this stage in his life." Dana had been taking all of this in and was mulling it over in her mind. She spoke, almost to herself, "If his father's fears are correct then I won't have any influence at all. But it's worth a try, and it would be a big help to be out of this place with you gone and Barb and Mike not here anymore." She looked up and smiled mischievously, "Why not! Let's give it a try!" ******************** The next evening they pulled up to a large house, set well back from the road behind both a wall and some woods. The curved driveway allowed them to pull up to the front door and park near it. Brad's father, Mr. Thorpe, answered the door himself with a warm smile and a handshake. He ushered them into a very masculinely decorated home that included lots of warm-toned woodwork throughout. Many of the floors were polished hardwood, the trimwork throughout was done in stained woods, and the colors of the furniture tended towards blues, maroons, or browns. It was a deceptively large home, with many nooks and crannies throughout, impossible to detect from the outside. They got the grand tour, which showed them the standard living room, bedrooms, and baths, but they also explored through a recreation room, a well stocked wine cellar, a technologically up-to-date study, and a spacious television room. Dana's first impression of the last room was that it would be a family room, but the one wall was dominated by a huge-screen TV, speakers, and entertainment center with the cushiony furniture all arranged for easy viewing. Out back they came across the large heated pool, tennis courts, deck, and whirlpool. The 4-car garage was not attached to the house, and seemed to have practically another house atop it. That area, Mr. Thorpe explained, was where the cook and housekeeper lived. They would be on vacation the week he was away. Finally they headed back in for dinner. Mr. Thorpe was dressed casually, but had an air of good grooming about him. Jim had worn a polo shirt and a pair of crisp slacks, which made him look right at home in these environs. Dana had worn a blue denim dress that hugged her curves nicely without being indecent. The length of the hem was short, but not such that she couldn't sit down without exposing too much thigh. He pumps added both a couple of inches to her normally average stature and an extra lift to her backside that made her cheeks curve even more shapely than normal. The cook brought them salads followed by some sumptuous chicken dish with vegetables alongside. They washed it all down with a liberal amount of a white wine that matched the meal perfectly. The talk ambled back and forth between the weather, bits and pieces about the company, and the local sports teams. Finally, during coffee, Mr. Thorpe turned to Dana. "So what do you think about staying here next week while your husband and I are away?" Dana paused to consider the offer once more, and then asked him, "The only question I have is what, exactly, you'd like for me to do for your son while you're gone. This is a beautiful place you have here and I'd love to stay, but am I to be his baby-sitter, his chaperone, his dorm-mother, or what?" Mr. Thorpe smiled slightly and focused his dark brown eyes on her. "Dana, you are a beautiful young woman and I appreciate your candor." He made a wide gesture with his hand, "All this is nice, I admit, but it means nothing to me compared to my son. Unfortunately I'm not sure he would say the same in reverse. When his mother passed away I was lost for awhile. But Bradley needed someone and I just didn't know how to be that peson. He's lived with nannies, housekeepers and cooks all of his life." He got up and began pacing, talking almost as much to himself as to them. "I tried to be a family to him, but he had such little interest in the things that I understood. Nowadays he seems to live in his room with his music, books and computer and we hardly even see each other. "Now he's graduated from high school, had his 18th birthday, and is off to the university in just three weeks. He hasn't many friends, and really could use someone on his side." He turned back towards her, "Dana, he needs a friend, he needs someone of the opposite sex to teach him something about women, and he needs to learn how to socialize. I'm willing to offer you $5,000 and full use of my gold card to stay here next week. And I promise to personally take care of your husband while we are away on business. What do you say? Will you stay here?" Dana's eyes had widened at the amount of money being offered, and the suggestion that he would take personal care of Jim hinted that upward mobility was in the cards. She answered him levelly, "For that amount of money certain services might be expected. I just want you to know that if I stay, the friendship I extend him will be on my own terms. Is that understood?" Mr. Thorpe quickly agreed, "Absolutely! I leave the extent of your interest in him entirely up to you and neither demand nor expect of you any more than I've already stated. You will, however, be around on a full-time basis, won't you?" Now it was Dana's turn to assent. "I do, though, give aerobic classes three days a week. Could I take him with me and do that one thing?" "Surely," he replied. "I just didn't want you out doing something else from 9 to 5." The phone rang off in another room and Mr. Thorpe excused himself when the cook came to inform him who was calling. Jimmy turned to Dana and flashed her a big grin. "It looks like you're in like Flynn, Babe! What a place, huh?" Dana headed around the table and sat in his lap. "I think I'm going to like it here." She frowned, "After that meal, it's too bad the cook won't be around, but I guess it's better to have some privacy. No one will interfere with the lessons I plan to give." "Umm," he crooned in her ear as his hand slid up and inside the denim on her chest. ******************** The next Sunday afternoon Jimmy and Dana waited in the airport for Mr. Thorpe and his son to arrive. Shortly they were hailed from behind by the Vice President and a lanky teenager. The father was dressed for a business trip, but the teen wore ripped jeans, a heavy metal t-shirt, and a baseball cap. The long hair protruding from the cap was brown but didn't look like it had been combed in a couple of days. The plane was due to depart soon so each pair said their goodbyes and then Dana and the young man were left together. They watched the jet take off and then agreed to meet back at the house. *************************** Dana pulled up to the mansion after Brad had already arrived back, but he was nowhere to be seen. The sun shone brightly with continued warmth despite the approach of summer's end, and she struggled to carry her bags in. As she headed up the stairs with them she could hear the TV going in the back of the house. She unpacked her things, put on a modest team suit and headed for the pool with her towel and water gear. She called a 'hello' toward the back of the house and heard a similar reply on her way through the downstairs. Once out on the deck she dropped her towel on a chair and dove in. The water was warmed to a perfect temperature for doing laps - cool upon first entering, but warm-feeling after exerting some energy. She practiced her free-style and her back stroke, forgoing the butterfly to reserve some of her strength for the rest of the day. At one point in between laps she saw the young man watching her out of the window, so she pretended not to notice and stepped out of the pool. She arranged the lounge chair so that anyone in the house would see her fully stretched out. Then she allowed herself a little nap. She awoke to the sound of water splashing and then drenching all over her! Brad had jumped in doing a can-opener and sent a wave of water her way. She spluttered a protest and headed for the pool to exact some revenge. She dove in after him and gave chase, but he proved to be an excellent swimmer and eluded her grasp. He hopped out and ran to the other side of the pool. She gazed up at him, the sun behind her and illuminating him, and she saw a well developed chest, tight stomach muscles, and a skinny waist. His legs were covered to nearly his knees in a baggy swim suit. His dark hair straggled down over his head, but his blue eyes and cocky grin made him look appealing, even if immature. "You swim pretty good," he observed. "You're not so bad yourself," she returned. "Yeah, well, it's about the only thing I can do well." He squinted his eyes facing the sun, and added, "Seems I can't even stay by myself for a week well enough. Gotta have a baby- sitter." "Is that what I am?" she asked as she pulled herself out of the water. She could see that he stood about 6 feet tall and was a bit on the thin side, but well muscled, giving proof to his claim of competence in a pool. "And if you're such a good swimmer what are you doing in such a baggy suit? Is that how you compete?" He glanced down at his attire and replied, "This thing? I just wear it in public -I have a team suit on under it." "Let's see it," Dana challenged. A bit self-consciously he untied the baggy suit and stepped out of it. Underneath was a team-style bikini suit that had dark random green stripes on a black background. Dana eyed it appreciatively, noting his small tight buns and the rounded bulge that no team suit ever covers. His chest was hairless, and although it was nothing to write home about, his pectorals were well developed with the potential for even bigger muscles. He didn't allow her to look for long, but hot-footed it for the water and dove in again. He began doing some laps and she went to sit on her lounge chair to watch him. His breast stroke was not very good, but he did the difficult butterfly stroke cleanly and quickly. When he'd given himself a good five-minute workout he abandoned the water to sit next to her. He got his breath back quickly and asked her, "So why are you here? Doesn't my dad trust me while he's away?" The sarcasm in his voice was plain for her to hear. "What did he tell you? Did he say why I was going to stay this week?" He was young she could see, but not as immature as she'd first thought. Just a little unsure of himself. He looked back at the house as if his father were still in there and answered, "He said you were here to be my friend and to teach me. But he wouldn't say what you were supposed to teach." "Do you have many friends?" she asked quite directly. Obviously defensive he answered, "Sure, I've got plenty." "Do you need another, or do you want to be friends with a member of the opposite sex?" "I really don't need any new friends three weeks before I leave - and no, I really don't care about the opposite sex." "Do you date?" "Sure." "Got a girlfriend?" "Not at the moment." "So why not let me be your friend? I made an agreement to stay at your house this week, so we might as well be friendly. I will teach you anything you'd like, to get ready for college. There is wardrobe, grooming, relationships, party etiquette, whatever you like." Indecision crossed his handsome face. "What say we just try to stay out of each other's way this week. It's not that I don't like you, but I don't know you, and there really isn't time to get to know you before I head for school. You know what all there is to do around the house, so other than meals I probably won't be seeing much of you." "Too bad," she retorted and turned her attention to the book in her bag. She lay down on the lounger and began reading. Brad headed to the house and to his own quarters. Dana fixed sandwiches for dinner later, and set up to eat in the TV room. She had changed into her pajamas and a robe, and ate her meal on the couch in the plush room, her food on a tray near her. Brad didn't show for quite a while, so she loosened her robe for comfort and stretched out on the cushions to watch the movie that was on. Her "pajamas" were a red lace teddy cut high on the hip that showed her figure in an especially flattering way. The fabric was gauzy and didn't hide the dark flesh circles on her breasts. Her robe was parted and she did nothing to cover up further when he entered the room. Trying not to stare too obviously he stammered, standing over her, "Thanks for dinner. I ate in the kitchen, and I'll probably just spend the evening in my room. Good night." "G'nite," she smiled back at him as he somehow managed to drag his eyes away from her and exit the room. About an hour and a half later the movie finished, so she headed upstairs towards her room. Brad's was past hers, so she went down the hallway to wish him a good night, but stopped herself before knocking. She could hear his labored breathing behind the door, so she listened intently. Finally she couldn't resist and carefully and slowly turned the knob. She opened the door just a crack and could see him sitting on the side of his bed, facing away from where she was peeping in. Brad was stripped down to his boxer shorts, but while she couldn't see everything it was obvious what he was up to. She could see the back of his arm working rhythmically, regularly. Eventually he laid back on the bed and she had the perfect view of his solo activity. His hand had a good grip on his cock and was pumping it with gusto. Every so often he released it to lick his palm which was what was providing the lubrication. His member was engorged and swollen, and she could see the mushroom- like reddened tip looking like it was going to burst. He seemed to have good control over his erection because he didn't bring himself to orgasm instantly. Rather, he prolonged it for at least five more minutes. As the minutes slipped by she felt herself moistening between her legs as she witnessed his self-pleasuring. With slow strokes he pumped his long and straining member, tightening his stomach muscles each time. His momentum grew until finally his hand action reached a fever pitch and then slowed suddenly as large globs of white fluid squirted onto his flat belly and dribbled off the end of his throbbing rocket. His body was rigid, and slowly eased down from its height. Dana had allowed the door to open slightly more, and at the sight of the conclusion to his climax she unconsciously let out a sigh of sympathetic relief. Brad heard the noise and quickly rolled over to determine its cause and spied the clandestine observer. Unsure of how much she'd seen he tried to speak, but just stammered and spluttered until she walked in and told him to hush up. "I saw it all," she explained, making him bury his head in shame. "I thought it was beautiful," she added to his surprise. She moved over and sat on the bed next to him, and offered him a tissue from her robe's pocket. He laid on the bed with his back to her and wiped himself up. While he wasn't looking Dana undid her robe again so that it would hang open, revealing her tight body in the clingy red lace teddy. She gave him a moment to get himself slightly respectable, and then began quietly talking to him. "Your father suggested the possibility that you might be of a sexual orientation he wouldn't choose, but what I just witnessed didn't look like that. Tell me, Bradley, who was in your imagination to get you off like that?" Nearly inaudibly he replied, "It was..." "It was who...," she encouraged. "I was thinking about you," he whispered. "Good," she commended his honesty. "I'm flattered. You must have really put it to me good, hummm?" He grunted assent, still not looking at her. "Why do you think your father doubts your interest in girls?" she probed. "I could never tell him," he protested quietly. "Tell him what?" "If I tell you," and he turned to look up into her eyes, "you won't tell him, will you?" "I never tell what happens in a bedroom." Her answer made him aware again of where they were and he turned his gaze back to the floor. "It was two summers ago when I went to camp for two weeks. It was a pretty nice camp, and had lots of adventure kinds of things to do. But my leader took a liking to me about half way through and visited me one night in my bed. I tried to protest," and his voice choked up a little, "but he knew my dad and promised to tell him I was a queer and that I'd been caught with one of the boys he knew was gay if I said anything. "I should have stopped him that night, but I let him... I let him screw me, and then he came back frequently until the camp ended. I hated it, but somehow I got the feeling that everyone else either knew or suspected. I couldn't even look at girls, knowing that I was satisfying a guy, and, I don't know, I guess I haven't been much of a ladies' man since." Dana drew another deep breath and let his story sink in. "So, you were raped by a member of the same sex, and that led you to question your own sexuality." It was a statement, not a question, so Brad didn't answer. "It wasn't your fault. That man's power over you made you feel powerless, but he's out of your life, and you are free to make your own choices. "Do YOU think you're gay?" Her question was blunt, but she was trying to force him to make a choice - a conscious choice. "No. I hated what he did to me, and even though I don't go out with girls much or know how to talk to them, I like them and not guys." His voice had lost its quaver, and he could even look in her general direction. Dana knew his choice was still shaky ground, so she offered further encouragement. "It's pretty obvious to me where your interests lie. Please don't be ashamed of your performance - if I didn't think it would embarrass you more I would applaud what you just did. So keep me in your thoughts, or a babe of your choice, and keep at it. More people should masturbate - it's a socially acceptable way to vent your sexual energies. It sure beats raping someone else like was done to you. "So remember, I'm here to teach you. Anything you want help with, just ask. WHATEVER you need to know - I'm your woman." Brad looked up and took in the sincere manner she was projecting. 'She isn't making fun of me,' he concluded, and then gazed downward from her face to take in the sight of her body so close at hand that would haunt his sleep for the rest of the night. She stretched herself to her full extent in a languid yawn, bent over to kiss him on the brow, then bid him good night and headed back down the hall to her own room. Once there she slipped in between the sheets, and found that she was still moist between her legs. The sight of him bringing himself to orgasm stuck with her as she practiced her own advice about masturbation. When the waves of pleasure finished rolling over her she plotted her strategy for the next day and drifted off into peaceful slumber. ********************** When Brad went down to breakfast the next morning he passed Dana coming out of the kitchen. They exchanged "good mornings" and she headed back the way he'd come from. He had on running shorts and a cut-off T-shirt and she was wrapped in a robe that revealed little. He ate his breakfast in a contemplative mood, reminiscing about the night before, having been caught in the act,and the subsequent divulgence of his camp rapes. When he entered his room he saw that she'd spent all her time in his closet and dresser while he was eating. Clothes lay piled up in a heap by the door and his closet looked half empty. >From the number of clothes he recognized from his drawers he figured she'd done the same there. "Hey! What's goin' on?!" He bent over the pile of clothes and began going through them to see what she'd pulled. His tie- dyed shirts, his corduroy pants, his boxer shorts and much more had been unceremoniously dumped into the pile. "What're you doing with my things?" "I'm doing what I said before," she replied over her shoulder without stopping her weeding process. "I'm getting you ready for college. You're not a kid anymore, so we're going shopping for some new clothes today - some clothes for a man your age," and she tossed another of his old shirts into the pile. "No way, Jose!" he vehemently denied. "These are my things and you can't just come in here and throw my stuff out. Who do you think you are?!" He began picking through the pile for pieces he wanted to salvage. She hesitated in her actions, and turned to face him. As she did her robe fell open and he spied the bikini bathing suit she wore beneath. It was an electric orange fabric, and barely covered her privates. The top formed small orange triangles over her breasts, and the bottom looked too small to cover pubic hair, yet somehow none showed around it. He barely heard her answer as his eyes were doing all the listening and her body was speaking volumes. "You're right. Your father invited me here to help you get ready, but you haven't asked me yet yourself. Until you do I guess I'm overstepping my bounds." She headed past him through the doorway, but turned in the hall to address him. "I guess you know everything you need to know before you go to school. I was asked to come here to help, but if you don't want me..." and she turned to head for her own room. Torn inside between wanting her help and angry at her intrusiveness he called, "What do you think you can teach me anyway?" She called back, "Maybe nothing. Are you afraid to put it to the test?" He headed down the hall to her room and stopped in her doorway. She had taken off the robe, gotten out a towel and tanning oil, and began to pack a small bag for the pool. "I'm not afraid - I just think I'm already ready enough to leave this popsicle stand and go away to school." She put her bag down next to the bed and sat down on the bedspread. "Ok Mr. Smarty Pants, let's see how you do on a little quiz if you're so well-informed," she teasingly challenged him. "You're on, sister!" The gauntlet had been thrown down by the one and picked up by the other. She lay back on the bed and wrinkled her forehead in thought. "Alright - let's make it true or false. Let's see... Ok, true or false? Alcohol and pot are sexual stimulants." "That's easy," he replied entering the room and sitting on a chair next to her bed. "Everyone knows booze is a depressant." He leaned back in his chair with his arms behind his head in a cocky pose of relaxed victory. "Score one for you. Yup, you're right," replied the blonde. "They might lower your inhibitions, but they can also restrict the blood flow to the genital area and make it difficult to keep an erection." Her candid language gave him a momentary embarrassment, but she gave no indication of noticing. She thought a moment more and then asked, "Let me try a harder one then. True or false? Most teenagers have "done the nasty" by the time they are 17." Still in his reclined position he grinningly answered, "True." "Wrong!" she crowed. "Half of males, but only a third of girls have had sex by 17. So you see, virgins are in the majority - or at least are while in high school. In college the rates go way up, so that's one of the reasons I'm here: to give you some preparation before heading off to the university. "Let me give you some more: a girl can get pregnant before her first period - true or false?" "False?" he answered hesitatingly. "Nope. It's true. Rare, but true. The first thing that happens for a female to get pregnant is that her ovaries release an egg. Her period comes after that, shedding the lining of her uterus if the egg isn't fertilized (that's the bleeding part) - so before her first period is the releasing of her first egg and she could get pregnant between the two events." Dana rolled over onto her stomach giving a nice view of her derrier. Her bikini bottom was not a thong, but the back formed a very narrow V that covered her backside crack and not much more. The tanned cheeks were small and muscular, and looked ripe for the plucking, which is what his mind began fantasizing about. His thoughts were interrupted - "True or false," she continued, "a female can get pregnant even if her male lover doesn't "come" inside her." "True." "Why?" "I don't know - it just sounded so unlikely that maybe it was a trick question," he answered defensively. "You're right, even if you don't know why. Let me put it this way. Most of you guys are so horny to get into a gal's pants and up inside of her, that your little microscopic spermies are the same way: tenacious! All it takes is a drop of sperm on the outside of a pussy for those horny little spermies to start swimming their way into and up our love canal. If they happen to find an egg along the way - well, it can be baby-city, even without the pleasure of love-making. That's why "pulling out", sometimes called coitus interruptis, isn't good birth-control." Brad looked down at his lap and remarked, "Wow! I never knew we were so potent." Looking back over at Dana he asked, "Say, how do you know all this stuff anyway?" "I was a Phys. Ed. major in college. Health classes were a big part of the curriculum. It's not just aerobics and push-ups. We have to know the body inside and out, and that goes for knowing about sexuality as well." She tilted her head down and looked at him from just under her eyebrows and asked, "Do you give up, or do you want some more?" "Yes and yes! I concede your superiority on the subject, but I also want some more. This is pretty interesting stuff." He turned in his chair so that he could drink in the sight of her tight body without having to crane his neck. He knew that SHE knew that he was staring at her, but after last night he didn't care. "I think so, too. Alright... which language gives us the terms we use about sexuality?" "I dunno - it's Greek to me." "Close, but it's Latin." "Isn't Latin supposed to be a dead language?" "Maybe so, but whoever can think up words like cunnilingus, felatio, penis, clitoris, and vagina can't have been too dead above the neck - or below the waist for that matter. "How about this one: fill in the blank - the most sexually stimulating and sensitive area for most women is the ?" He eyed her up and down, his mental hands roaming her body trying out each possibility. Finally, he answered, "The nipple?" She cringed and replied, "Unh uh. Nipples are a lot of both, but the most sensitive area is a woman's clitoris." She locked her gaze with his and said, "NEVER forget that. Never!" She then laid her head on her arms and asked, "What are the only two forms of birth control that prevent sexually transmitted diseases?" "Condoms, and...," he thought hard, "I can't think of another." "Kind of a trick question," she smiled back. "Condoms, and abstinence. Most folks thinking about having sex are quick to forget that second one, but it's the only 100% effective method." She reached down and picked up the bottle of tanning oil and held it out to him. "When we're done here I'd like to catch a few rays out by the pool. Would you please put some on my back?" Just the question seemed to give his lap a little rise. She was asking him to rub his hands up and down her smooth looking skin, so he quickly seized the opportunity. He'd seen in a movie how to warm the oil in his hands before applying it, and as he knelt on the bed next to her and began she oohed at the sensation. Her muscles seemed to relax as he stroked the liquid onto her, and she continued the quiz. "True or false: anal sex is never pleasurable?" That made him glance down at her nearby ass and begin imagining his cock working its way in between her tanned cheeks. He was startled that his first reaction hadn't been the pain and humiliation he'd received at the actions of his former counselor who'd rammed his own ass until it bled. But staring at this woman's body had begun the process of shifting his focus from his own past experience to the possibilities the future held. While he tried to imagine it as a pleasurable experience to him, the giver, he wasn't so sure about the recipient, so he answered, "True." "It's false," she murmured in a low voice. "There are just as many pleasure nerve-endings in the anus as in our genitals. You just have to do it right. Apparently whoever did a number on you wasn't out for mutual pleasure, which is the only worthwhile kind there is. If the sphincter muscle of the recipient is allowed to relax, and the penetration is slow and smooth, even anal sex can be extremely sensuous and erotic." She spread her legs apart some and asked over her shoulder, "Would you mind doing my legs as well?" Brad was glad to move further back and out of her line of vision, for his shorts were now having difficulty containing his growth. He shifted his cock to point sideways, afraid that if it continued to grow in the up-position it would poke up out of the top. He warmed some more oil in his hands and began applying it down near her feet, as far away from where her legs met as he could get. Even so he was in heaven. He had always had a fascination with women's feet. They were so dainty and shapely that his erection increased as he stroked the tiny curves and undulations of her petite feet. The radio began playing a rock tune that had a driving beat, so he was glad when Dana asked another question. "True or false - bikini underwear for men can stop the testicles from producing sperm." Brad knew that his own balls were beginning to ache from what he imagined were bottles full of sperm being produced. "False," he croaked, his voice cracking just a little bit. "Uh uh uh...," she liltingly called back. "If they (your testes) are too close to your body they get overheated and stop working. That's why they hang down in their natural state - to keep them cooler than your body temperature. When a couple want a baby they usually have a better chance if the man wears boxers. Not," she added, "because it makes him sexier. I guess a woman will put up with anything once she gets the mother-urge." She glanced back again at him and remarked, "Most of us like to see our men wearing next to nothing." Brad's stiffy got even harder, and he was aware that he'd oiled her feet, ankles, and calves as much as he could. If he was going to finish the process he'd begun on her legs he would have to work his way up to her well-muscled thighs. As he began she almost imperceptibly spread her legs further. "Let me ask you something, ok?" he asked as his hands began massaging the oil into a thigh. "Sure," she replied, "but be sure to cover all of me back there." He couldn't tell if she were teasing him or serious, but he acted on the latter assumption and began working his way up towards the top of her legs and the smooth mounds that were nearly exposed just past them. "Were you serious last night and just a bit ago about preparing me for college in any ways I asked?" "Mmm hmm," she hummed back. "W-Well," he stammered, "would you prepare me...," and looking away added, "for girls? You know, how to act and be around them? I know a little, but I have to admit I have a long way to go." Dana immediately turned over and Brad's fear was that she was pulling away to reject his request, but she sat up next to him and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek and a smile. "That was honest, and a very nice way to ask me, and yes, I will help you. You're a bit rough around the edges in some ways, but I think you have the potential to be very sensitive and caring, and that is what I want to teach you. But I'm NOT going to prepare you for girls," she concluded. "You're not?!" he protested in disappointment. "But you just said..." "I said I'm not going to prepare you for girls. I AM going to prepare you for women. You're leaving girls behind and moving into the world of women. "Now, the first lesson is to never presume anything with a woman, so I want you to finish oiling my legs, anything not covered by my suit, but I don't want you to take any liberties. Do you understand?" He nodded meekly. "Good. If I am going to teach you then you have to agree to do whatever I ask or tell you to do. Do you so agree?" Again he nodded. She rolled back over. "Go ahead then, but watch where your fingers go. And like I said earlier, later we're going shopping. Everything I'm going to teach you will prepare you to be around and with women. That starts with your clothes, includes your health, your attitudes and your techniques if we get that far. Do you understand?" Happily Brad agreed and went back to work, smoothing the oil again onto her legs and even up onto her exposed cheeks. His mind removed the suit, but he was careful not to let his hands actually travel across any forbidden zones. The last thing he wanted to do was to break the promise he'd just made to his new tutor. ************************* After Dana's time in the sun they headed out together. Dana drove Brad's BMW, but she didn't tell him where they were going. Soon they pulled up in front of a beauty salon and Dana led him in. There he was treated to his first manicure, and then a buxom red head gave his hair a wash and style. His long locks were shorn to a short length, but the styling effect she gave him made him look in his early twenties. A touch of mousse, a spritz of spray and they were on their way. Next stop, Dana's condo complex. She was still under contract to lead 3 aerobics classes that week in the clubhouse, so they stopped in to her place where she changed into her 'tards. Brad expressed interest in trying the class himself, so she threw out some of Jimmy's workout togs for him to put on. About 30 minutes later Brad was wishing he hadn't so glibly joined in, huffing and puffing to keep up with the obviously fit group around him. Dana looked like she had hardly broken a sweat by the end, but Brad dropped in a heap and wasn't sure if he'd ever recover. But he was young and bounced back quickly enough. He showered in the locker room and changed back into his own stuff. He felt odd without his long hair, but the new reflection in the mirror pleased him, and he reminded himself that he had committed himself to Dana's regimen for social success. As they were leaving, Dana received a little good-natured kidding from some of the women there about being a "Mrs. Robinson," but Brad was too young to catch what the reference meant. He did catch mention of a "hot party" going on that evening by invitation only and Dana was given a card to present. They headed back to his Beamer and for the nearest mall. While they were driving there Dana began her first verbal lesson. "What is the first thing that a woman notices in a man?" Brad thought a minute and answered, "Whether he has a cute face?" "Almost," she replied, her blonde hair streaming back from the breeze coming in through her open window. "Statistics and I both agree that it's his eyes. And the only way for a woman to notice your eyes is for you to look directly at them." She glanced over at him. "I've noticed that often when we speak you look down at the ground instead of directly at me. I want that to stop. When you speak to me I want you to hold my gaze. I'm not talking about staring, but I am talking about eye-to-eye contact. "It's one of the best ways for a woman to feel intimate with a man. It tells her that he is listening to her, which is very important. It makes her feel special, and it gives her a chance to really notice his eyes. "Two more things," she continued as they sped up and onto a highway. "The second thing a woman notices about a man is the width of his chest. It's good that you worked out today, and I think you did very well for a first try. That was an advanced class I was teaching today and most people couldn't step in and keep up, and you almost did." The last she said with a wry smile. "But eyes and chest, waist and buttocks, while important at first glance are only that -- a first step." They headed for the mall exit. Dana asked, "How long should foreplay be before consummating the lovemaking?" The question caught Brad a little off-guard, but being off- guard was getting to be pretty routine, so he thought, added up the minutes for various foreplay techniques he could think of and suggested generously, "I'd say at least 20 minutes." Dana's smile widened, she looked over at him and shook her head ever so slightly. "At least you said 'at least.' But that was a typical male response, and is probably longer than most would have suggested. "For a man sex is a physical act that begins with the arousal in his pants, and ends when the last drop has emanated from his hard prick." She pulled into a parking space quickly and then brought them both to an abrupt halt for emphasis. "Bradley," she said deliberately, looking him straight in the eye. "I want you to really understand one of the main differences between men and women. I want you to hear this, and if you get nothing else from our week together, I want you to get this. For women, it's the relationship that is important, and the sex act secondary. Sex is only a part of a woman's relationship with a man. Sex is often indicative of that relationship, and for us it can't easily be separated. "There are a few nymphomaniacs out there that treat sex like a man does. I've been known to do so on occasion myself. But without the loving context of a relationship, the sex act has no value or desirability for a woman. "So the answer to my question, from a woman's perspective, is that foreplay occurs ALL DAY LONG! The ENTIRE relationship is the foreplay. It begins when the alarm goes off in the morning, or if you're not married, it begins whenever she first thinks about him during the day. What is he like to her at breakfast? Is he gruff and pre-occupied, or is he tender and focused on her? As the day goes on does he ever call her to say he's thinking about her, or stop on the way home to pick up a rose or a card? When they eat meals does he compliment her cooking, does he offer to do some meals himself? Is laundry, cleaning, and traditional 'woman's work' left up to her, or is he secure enough in his own masculinity to try to even things out in the relationship? Does he have to control the finances in the house, or does he recognize and accept that women are equal to men in most respects as well as superior to them in many others? "In your case, will you place your own wants and needs beneath the value you place on your relationship with whoever is your love-interest? I've heard it said that 'men give love to get sex, and women give sex to get love.' That's sad but too often true. So my question to you is are you going to live by the need you feel in your pants, or can you live on a higher plane and elevate the ENTIRE relationship?" Brad didn't know that she was asking it rhetorically, so he stammered out an "I don't know" before she placed a finger to his lips and shushed him. "This is all new to you and I don't want you to shy away from the water before you've even gotten your feet wet. All I'm trying to say is that sex is a part of the relationship and not the goal. If the relationship is there, then the sex will be too; and the better the relationship the better the sex. "If the two of you can talk and communicate and trust one another, then the sexual heights you can reach have no limit. But I should have probably put that the other way around, because "trust" is the single most important factor in satisfying sex. Yes, "love" is important, but I said for SATISFYING sex. "You have to trust a lot of different things for the experience to be satisfying. There's the trust that the other loves you back, that he or she is HIV negative, that a parent won't come barging in on your living room rendezvous, that the other won't be offended if likes or dislikes are communicated during the encounter. "Most females have a poor to bad first sexual encounter, because of trust. The situation may be in a car where there's no room to maneuver. Or it may be in the basement in front of a TV, but who knows when Dad is going to come down or return home from wherever? And the poor guy just wants to score so he can tell his buddies, and she knows it. And he thinks if he can pump her a good 10 to 20 times before coming that she'll be satisfied, too." Dana realized that she had been lecturing him rather sternly so relaxed her demeanor and reached a hand out to run through his newly cut hair. "But I know that you'll be different. I'm going to teach you how to act around women, and then the world will have at least two decent men in it, with my own husband Jimmy as the other. Ok?," and she lowered her hand to firmly stroke up and down his arm. Brad agreed and reached out his own hand to touch her golden tresses, but she had turned and moved out her door before he could make contact. The two headed into the most exclusive of the department stores where she brandished his father's credit card with a vengeance. She put Brad through the paces as she picked out slacks, shirts, socks, belts, a couple of jackets, and a couple of ties. Then she led him into the underwear section and began picking out those for him. She sent him to the changing room with an armful of bikini briefs made of cotton, or nylon, or even silk. She brazenly walked in a minute later and made him open the door for her to inspect each pair that he tried on. Thankfully she allowed him to close the door and change in private, because his manhood couldn't help but grow at the feel of silk and the scrutiny of such a vixen. Finally she was satisfied with the purchases and allowed him to re-clothe. Brad reflected that he'd usually been a boxer man, but if that displeased his tutor he was willing to wear a g-string to make her happy. The bikinis gave him greater support, and made him more conscious of his private parts when he had his pants back on, but he concluded that there was nothing wrong with that. The elderly clerk never said a word to either of them about her infringement of the changing room, probably due to the amount of clothes they kept piling up on his counter to be purchased. During their shopping spree Dana kept reminding him to look her in the eyes when talking to her. It had been difficult for him at first, but after a couple dozen reminders he had begun doing it more naturally. When they had completed shopping for him, Dana led him back into the back of the women's clothing department. Dana continued to keep him off-guard, for he now found himself in Women's Lingerie. He self-consciously looked around to see if anyone noticed him and found that at this time of the day there weren't many shoppers, and the only other people in their neck of the woods was a pregnant mother looking through maternity night-clothes and a rather geeky looking salesman. Without a second thought to the other shopper or sales clerk Dana waded into the silk and satiny underthings, fondling many as she searched. The sales clerk made an attempt to help her but she waved him off smilingly, and went back to looking at the intimate apparel. He hovered just out of selling range, and under the cover of straightening up the merchandise on the racks, kept his ear cocked for any opening she might give him. Finally she waved Brad over to a rack of skimpy underthings. "What kind of lingerie do you like?" she asked him coyly. She held up a pale lavender boustier up to her chest and smiled at him with the sexiest look he'd ever seen. He swallowed hard, forced himself to look her in the eyes, and replied, "Anything, even a burlap bag, would look good on you." Her sexy smile broadened into one of delight and she exclaimed with girlish glee, "Bradley! You're learning fast. That was exactly the right answer, and then she turned and armed herself with a half dozen items. She headed for the changing room, but when she saw that he wasn't following she beckoned him to follow. "'Turnabout is fair play,'" she quoted back to him and ducked through the doorway and into a booth. Brad stopped at the doorway, afraid that the salesman would object if he went further, so after a minute, Dana came out to him. She wore nothing more than an off-white camisole top and miniscule bikini briefs and came out to the doorway. Brad stepped back to admire the view and allowed her to model the thin material. She twirled, moved, and turned in the doorway, and both Brad and the salesman got an eye-full. The clanking of the clothes hangars on the racks stopped as both men stood wide-eyed at her posing. Her athletic form, long tanned legs, tight belly muscles and full breasts were all displayed to their maximum effect, topped by flowing blonde hair surrounding her voluptuous face. She paused to see the effect she'd made and then danced back to her cubicle. The racks restarted their clinking, but when she appeared again a minute later the sound again stopped. She slowly walked into the doorway wearing a black g-string, a black-lace and blue silk garter belt, dark stockings, and a matching blue silk girdle that barely covered her breasts. She moved around sensuously, and when her back was to them she bent over and touched the ground with both hands. The g-string and garter didn't even begin to cover her cheeks, and Brad drank in the view like a man who hadn't had water in a week. She straightened back up, turned back out towards the store, and pulled the strings on the girdle as tightly as they would go. This made her tiny waist even smaller, and made her boobs look as though they would burst out the top of it. Again she disappeared back into the recesses of the dressing room. The clerk had unknowingly left his clothes arranging and moved closer to the doorway to get a better view. He moved up behind Brad and whispered intently, "Who IS that?" "Gorgeous, isn't she?" he replied over his shoulder. "I've been in this department for four years now and I've never seen anyone like her." Dana then peeked only her head and bared shoulder around the corner. "Bradley, would you please find me something else to try on?" Brad began looking around for something else for her to squeeze into, but the salesclerk was already ahead of him. "Over here!" he whispered to the young man as loudly as he could. Brad moved through the aisles toward him and saw what he was holding up. The clerk handed him a short white gossamer baby-doll night gown with slight ruffles around the hem. It almost felt like nothing was on the hangar, and its insubstantial material gave it a similar look. But the clerk was already headed for another section and waved him over. He had moved into a section Brad hadn't noticed before that included a lot of leather and neoprene items. It was mostly hidden back around a corner and was obviously meant to be away from casual eyes. Brad was handed a shiny black plastic full body suit with a zipper up the middle. He took what was offered by the nearly drooling man and headed back towards the dressing room. On the way, though, he noticed some sheer high-cut body stockings, and picked out a light pink one. Dana wasn't in the doorway any more, but had re-dressed and stood near the check out counter. He handed her the merchandise which she placed on the desk along with the other items she had tried on. Seeing the disappointment on his face she crooned, "There, there. You'll just have to wait a little longer to see me model them. Ok?" Then she noticed the look of disappointment on the salesman's face, too. He moved around the counter stiffly, trying to hide his frustration, and asked her, "Will that be cash or credit?" In a business-like tone she inquired, "Did you think the items fit me properly?" as if she were asking about the fit of a coat. He took a deep breath, and without looking at her, began ringing up her order and replied, "I thought that the ones you selected fit quite nicely, but I think you may be hasty in buying these without trying them on," indicating the newest items. In a low tone she asked, "Did you want me to try some more on?" Still without looking at her he murmured back, "Yes I did." She rummaged through her clutch purse, and pulled out a folded card. "Here," she offered it to him. He accepted it, opened it, and read it. "What is this?" he asked, curious about the number, which was the only marking on it. "It's an invitation to a party, and if you liked what you've just seen, then maybe you should attend tonight." She told him the address to go to at her complex, and said to mention her name to get in. She also suggested that he lose his glasses, dress casually, and not expect to make it back home until the next day. With obvious relish he pocketed the paper and handed her the large bag filled with dainty items. "Enjoy," he smirked to the young man when their transaction had been completed, and then headed off to help another customer. Brad and Dana headed out to his car, and when they got there he unlocked and opened the door for her. She bent over to put the bag in the back seat, pointing her tush right in his face, and then stood back up. "One last little verbal lesson for today. You've come a long way already, and holding my door, while offensive to some, is what you should assume you should do until told otherwise. That is another point for you. "Here's a tip on how to do it. When you get the door, hold it open and with a hand on the door step towards the front of the car and face back. That way you'll be facing her as she gets in. That will give you two advantages: first, when she sits down you'll be able to look at her and receive a smile back directly in gratitude for your gallantry. "The second advantage only occurs when she is wearing a skirt or dress. Believe me, there is no way to politely get into a car wearing either of those, especially if they are short, and when you stand there looking back, you'll be the recipient of the second advantage." Brad smiled back in gratitude as she slipped in behind the wheel. He headed for his own door, visions of her in the dressing room doorway competing in his mind's eye with what she might look like later in any of the other purchases. His tight underwear contained his manhood, but only barely as they drove home. ************************** When they got home it was early evening and the air had turned chilly. Brad took his things up to his room to put them away. While up there he changed into a tight fitting dark green silk bikini under a pair of new jeans. A lilac Ralph Lauren shirt, leather belt and top-siders completed his outfit, and he experimented with combing his hair. When he had just the look he wanted he headed downstairs to the smells of some kind of pasta heating up in the microwave. He helped set the table and then they sat down to a meal. While they ate Dana spoke to him about table etiquette, making small talk, and how to keep the focus on the woman during a meal. He practiced asking brief questions and holding back his own opinion until she felt truly heard. When dinner was over they cleaned up and took bowls of ice- cream into the den to eat. The conversation turned back towards the bedroom when Dana asked him between bites, "What turns you on, Brad? What type of woman, what parts of a woman, what thoughts or fantasies do you have?" She settled back into her chair and waited for his answer. He had trouble looking her in the eye as he thought about the question, so finally gave it up and looked away as he answered. "There was this Hispanic girl in my Biology class that really used to get my blood boiling. It's hard to say what it was about her, but anything she did seemed to make me hard. There was just something very sexual about her, if you know what I mean?" And then he quickly amended that to add, "But you would if anyone would." She just looked at him seriously and didn't say a word, so he continued. "She has the longest legs and the cutest feet. I guess her feet really get me the hottest." "Do you get hard thinking about her feet?" Dana asked. "Yeah," he replied, the image of her petite parts and her long slim legs filling his mind. "What would you do with her feet if you had the chance?" Brad didn't need any further prompting on this one as this fantasy had journeyed through his brain repeatedly. He couldn't believe he was voicing his thoughts out-loud, but he did. "She'd be wearing dark stockings. Not pantyhose, but silky smooth stockings, with a dark line running down the back of them. Their tops would just barely be hidden under the top of her mini- skirt, and they would run all the way down her legs and disappear inside a pair of high heels." He closed his eyes and lost himself in his fantasy. "She would sit on one end of the couch and I'd be on the other end and she would put her feet in my lap. With her eyes closed she'd move them back and forth gently, and I'd get as hard as a rock. Then I'd remove her shoes and massage the bottom of her feet. The nylon would add a silky feel to them and as I massage she'd spread her legs for me to see beneath her skirt and begin moaning. "As I caress her feet I can see that her garter belt is the only thing she has on under her skirt, which is now hiked up to reveal her dark bush, and one of her hands slides down to begin fingering herself. I move my hands up and down her silky legs, with one of her feet buried in my crotch. "Somehow I get my pants and underwear down and place her sole back on my meat. The feel of her stocking on my cock is delicious and as she strokes herself to orgasm I erupt all over her foot. She is a loud moaner, and as she continues to climax her leg strokes me up and down, the ball of her foot repeatedly forcing fluids from my spurting fountain. Finally I move up and fall into her arms as we passionately kiss." He slumped back into the cushions, mentally exhausted from his verbalization. Dana whispered, "Ooooh. That was nice. I think you got me hot with that image." She placed her bowl on the coffee table and got up to leave. "Come up to my room in about ten minutes. And Bradley?" "Yes," he replied. "Lose the pants," and she walked out of the room and up the stairs. Brad kicked off his shoes, and shimmied out of his jeans. He was undecided about wearing the shirt, but figured he might as well lose that as well. He looked at his watch and agonizingly waited the remaining eight minutes until he could go upstairs. Finally the tenth minute ticked off and he a bit self- consciously walked up the stairs towards her sleeping quarters. The hallway was dark, but a glowing light emanated from her doorway. He turned the corner into her candle-lit room and spied her stretched out on her bed, the covers pulled back. She had on the black plastic body-suit that covered her from her neck to her ankles, and out to the end of her arms. Her feet wore silvery stilleto heels and her hair had been pulled up into a bun. The candlelight reflected off of her tight outfit, and he could easily see where her nipples made slight bulges in it. She cooed, "Come in," and gently patted the bed next to her. Brad's own bulge was thankfully pointing sideways or he'd have revealed himself out the top of his briefs. He moved over to the bed and laid down next to her. She propped herself up on one elbow, the plastic making a slight squeaking noise as it moved on her body, and she looked down at him on his back. She reached out her free hand and began caressing his chest. "I want to change your potential into skill if you'll let me?" she offered. His throat was too tight to answer, so he just nodded his head slightly. "It's said that men achieve their sexual peak at 18. Do you think that's true?" she asked, and he shrugged his shoulders still unable to trust his voice. "Well, let's find out, shall we?" and she leaned over to kiss him wetly on the lips. Her body made contact with his as he turned himself towards her on the bed, and the feel sent aches of pleasure through his every nerve. He tried to kiss her even more passionately, but she removed her lips from his and cautioned, "slowly, remember?" Then she returned her luscious mouth to his and parted her lips to allow his tongue to gently probe between them. Her body settled against him, and he could feel her weight all up and down his torso. She reached a hand down and released his sideways cock from that position so that it did point up and out of his shorts, and then she settled her own crotch on top of him there. As they kissed she rubbed her body up and down his, placing extra weight where she lay on his hardness, and before he could help himself he started coming. He felt the wetness on his stomach as the slick fabric of her suit smeared it into him, but he could tell that she knew what was happening as her movements up and down matched the strokes of his climax. She began sucking his tongue in rhythm with his spurts, and that only added to his total enjoyment. After what seemed an eternity of pumping, his fountain ran out and she released her hold on his tongue. He collapsed back onto the bed in exhaustion, but she began kissing his cheeks, then his neck, and then his shoulders. Her kisses continued to work their way south, onto his chest, his nipples (which felt particularly good), and then on down his belly. When she reached his belly button her kisses changed into licks, and she began to feast on the wetness he'd created down there. She moaned her pleasure as her tongue stroked off all he'd pumped out, save for what clung to the fabric on her own belly. Her fingers found their way into the bikini material and then deftly she tugged them down and off of him. Now down by his feet she resumed her kissing, and covered his feet with wet kisses. "You said that a woman's feet get you off," she whispered up to him, "so let's see how you like a taste of it yourself." She then began to kiss and caress his toes, sometimes flicking her tongue inbetween them. He writhed on the bed at her attentions, feeling a little twinge of excitement in his privates already. She smothered his feet in kisses and wet licks, and then began to work her way up his legs. When she had reached his knees he was again beginning to harden and she looked up to see the progress he'd made. She let out a slight gasp as she saw the size he had already swelled to. In the back of her mind she kept thinking of him as a teenager, but now she saw that he was a man in every way that counted. His eyes closed again, he heard her whisper, "Tonight we'll just bring your fantasies to life. Later you'll learn how to respond appropriately." Then she moved quickly up his thighs to distribute her busses upon his full manhood. He gripped the pillows with both fists as her moist mouth slipped over the tip and began tickling it with her tongue. His hips started to thrust and push his way in deeper, but she gripped his balls tightly and squeezed. "Never force your way in!" she whispered fiercely, and his thrusting stopped immediately. She held on to his testes for enforcement, but her mouth resumed its wrapping actions. Her other hand began caressing his belly, his chest, his nipples. Her mouth lowered ever slightly lower and her tongue added pressure until finally his engorged stick was nearly down her throat. Dana then began rhythmically sliding up and down his shaft and she released his balls to pump him manually in time with her mouth. His back arched and when the little bit of pre- cum escaped he knew that he couldn't hold back any more. He involuntarily began to thrust, but now she was in control of it and worked his orgasm to its fullest. She gulped his bursts, but held him back from ramming himself down her throat. He surprised her at the amount of fluid he still held in reserve on his second go around, and she swallowed for all she was worth. She sucked him dry -- all traces of his explosions having been swallowed away. She sidled up alongside him, and asked rhetorically, "Was that nice?". Brad turned his head to kiss her, smelling his own musk on her breath as their tongues intertwined. She moved her leg up so that her knee rested on his belly and her crotch hugged his hip. Their kiss lingered until he dropped his head back in exhaustion. She snuggled up against him, pulled up the sheets and drifted off into a light sleep. A couple of hours later he awoke as she worked her way down his body to kiss his hairless chest and nipples and then moved back up to breathe, "You rest a bit and I'll be right back." She hopped out of bed, rummaged in her dresser drawer, and then disappeared into the bathroom. Brad lay back in bliss and luxuriated in both the warmth of their lovemaking and in the glow of the nearly depleted candlelight. He didn't sleep, but drifted in that twilight zone just below full consciousness. He heard the door open and click shut, and then a silky nymph with blonde hair moved onto the bed with him. He cracked his eyes open to see his love-tutor sitting next to him on the bed, her golden hair shimmering in the low lights. Her eyes twinkled girlishly above her wry smile. The perfume she had added while away assailed his nose like a sensual bouquet. He sat up more to see what she had changed into, and saw why she was smiling. She had on a white babydoll outfit that had small pink roses accenting the material. It looked to be made out of a delicate cotton, and lace around the edges made the overall effect give her a very young look. Her panties were miniscule in the front yet they completely covered her and gave no hint of any stray hairs peeking out. Sitting next to him, her hair falling over one eye, she looked like she was younger than he. Her smile turned shy, and instead of being the woman in charge of his learning, she appeared virginal and unsure. Brad sat all the way up and leaned toward her. Dana looked down and leaned into his warm embrace. He felt her curves fitting into his as her breasts pressed firmly into his chest. He brushed back the hair from her face and saw her slightly parted full red lips beckoning his. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes and he kissed her tenderly. Her wet tongue caressed his lips and then slipped between them. His hand slid down her neck and brushed lightly over her decolletage onto the thin material covering her full breasts. Dana marvelled that Brad was swelling again, but recalled also that he was at the sexual peak of males in age. She slid down his body, cradling his mounting erection in her soft hands, and slipped down onto the floor. She pulled her babydoll nightie up and over her head, leaving on only her small panties. She directed him to sit up and place his legs over the edge of the bed. She leaned over and liberally moistened his meat with her mouth, but before he could get the idea that this was just another blow job, she moved her body forward until his fully swollen prick stood up between her breasts. She let go of him and placed her hands on the sides of her mammaries. She pushed them together and felt the warmth of his tight flesh against her chest. She moved up and down and let the tip of his cock disappear between her own swelling breasts, and then would force it back up and out again as she knelt back down. Dana pushed her tits together with the heels of her hands, but soon had her fingers vigorously stimulating her hardened nipples. Brad was leaning back bracing himself up on his elbows lost in the rapture of another dream come true. His stamina still wasn't up to par for Dana's satisfaction, and soon she could feel his jism striking her under the chin and dribbling down her neck. She increased her vertical motion to help him pump out his bilges, and when she felt his stiffness start to soften and saw him fall back onto the bed she let up. She dipped a finger into the sticky fluid and licked it off with a smacking sound, but decided to share her midnight snack. She worked her way back up his body and leaned over him so that her breasts dangled right in his face. When he reached up a hand to cup her and guide a nipple into his eager mouth she let him but then began squeegeeing the semen down her chest onto the breast he was suckling. He continued to suck and nibble until she had seen to it that all his fluids had found their way back into their originator. Then she withdrew from his oral doings and snuggled up against him. They both nodded off for the rest of the night - but not before Dana decided to gain her own satisfaction from him the next evening. **************************** They slept in late, but Dana rose first and left her young lover buried in the covers while she withdrew to take a luxurious hot bath. She had given Brad as many of his fantasies come true in one evening as she'd been physically capable of, and hoped that enough of his teenaged desires had been satisfied so that she could actually teach him something the coming night without his need to reach orgasm overwhelming the learning process. She finished her bathing, retrieved her clothes and lingerie and left, all before Brad awoke. She dressed in jean shorts and a cut-off T-shirt and headed out to do some grocery shopping, leaving a note to the man of the house on the breakfast table. She left a lipsticked kiss on the bottom of the note in place of her signature. When she returned an hour later she could tell by the dirty dishes in the sink that Brad had been up and about, but was nowhere to be found. She put away the articles she'd purchased and decided to get back out to enjoy the pool one more time. She undressed and put on a tiny, but comfortable bikini. The bikini bottom again was a thong that had only a small string that slipped between her cheeks, but she was used to the feel now, and wished that it continued up the front and could slip between her pussy lips. That kind of fashion, though, she figured wouldn't hit the beach scene for at least another five to ten years. She spent the rest of the morning plotting and planning the evening's lesson. She knew that he was capable of multi-sessions of love-making, but knew that in one night she couldn't teach him everything she knew. She decided that there were six positions she wanted him to learn, and learn well, so she decided to extend the lesson to two night's worth. After a couple of hours in the sun, lunch, and making her plans Brad still hadn't turned up. Dana wandered back up to her room to look over her clothes, her lingerie, and her "toys". She spent the rest of the afternoon trying on various combinations of her sexy underthings attempting to achieve just the right combinations that would kindle her young lover's fires to their hottest. She spent a good bit of that time applying her make-up and doing her hair so that it was just right, also. She went downstairs and had just begun puttering around in the kitchen when she heard his sports car pull up in front of the house. She heard the doorbell ring, and wondered at that, seeing as how she knew it was Brad who had driven up. She opened the door, and took a long moment to recognize the tall man who was standing there. He was dressed in a dark-grey tuxedo, had immaculately styled hair, was grinning from ear to ear, and held a bouquet of peach roses that matched his bow-tie. His other hand was hidden behind his back. Dana smiled back grandly to the young man standing on the porch, and asked, "What can I do for you, Brad?" Brad beamed back, "Excuse me, but would you do me the honor of accompanying me out this evening?" and proffered the roses. "What are you up to?" Dana giggled, a bit off-balance at the change he was showing compared to only a few days ago. "Nothing -- except that I would like to spend the evening with the most beautiful woman I have ever met. I have tickets to an up-town dinner theater, and I was hoping that you would accompany me." Dana accepted the flowers and the invitation, but made him agree that she could take a little bit and dress for the occasion. Then she stepped forward and kissed him deeply, her arms entwining themselves around his neck. He greeted her kiss passionately by pulling her taut body tightly up against his with his free hand, but it became clear that he still could not embrace her fully. They separated slowly, but then Brad brought his other hand out holding the beautifully wrapped box it held. It was a rather large rectangular box with metallic silver paper and and a peach bow. Dana used her free hand to take his and urged him inside. They walked to the living room where Dana found an empty vase to put the roses in. She then turned back to her elegantly dressed escort and accepted the gift. "What have you been up to?" she asked as she accepted the gift. She sat down and awaited his answer, so he sat in a wing- backed chair opposite her place on the sofa. "After last night I needed to go somewhere and clear my head. No," he grinned, and some of his youth shined through his newly matured image, "I mean this head," pointing to his skull. "But nothing has ever happened to me like last night, and I needed to try to put the pieces together. "I've been scared and ignorant about girls all my life, although I've been fascinated with them. I suspected that sex might be wonderful, but my own experiences that we've talked about had only been painful ones. I haven't been able to approach girls, uh, I mean women, and talk to them, be friends with them, or do anything but be curious from afar. I don't blame anyone but myself for being so reticent, but I couldn't think of any way to change things. "So today I've been thinking about what occurred last night. I went to the beach to clear my head , and there are three things I want to tell you. First, while I was in a diner having a cup of coffee, a young mother with her baby started a conversation with me. It surprised me to make small talk, but before I knew it we were talking about my college plans, her new baby girl, my mother's death, and her own career out of her house. It's not that there was any physical attraction between us, at least overtly, but we connected as two adults. I've never done that with an adult before, and certainly not with a female. "So, later today I was walking the beach and came across a young teenaged girl who was obviously cutting classes. She wasn't there to really enjoy the beach, she was just there to be away from school. Somehow we got to talking. Again, I can't tell you how foreign that is to me. She told me about her abusive father and how difficult school was to deal with also. I didn't try to convince her to do anything, I just mostly listened, and it felt good. "The last thing I wanted to tell you was about the third female in my life this day. She is an older woman, but instead of making me feel like a kid, she makes me feel older. Instead of acting shy around her I just seem to forget my shyness. Instead of feeling dirty about my thoughts, she makes me feel healthy about them. Instead of making me want to avoid females while yearning for them from a distance, she makes me want to get close to them and be a part of their lives. "I realize that she is married and isn't going to be a part of my life much longer, so I want to appreciate her as much as I can while she is still here, and I want it to start as soon as possible. So I've rented us a limo that will be here in a half hour. And I got you this," he said indicating the gift she held. "When we were shopping yesterday I noted your sizes, and I think it will fit. Are you going to open it now, or what?" Dana thanked him for his candor and then began tearing into the gift. She worked her way down to the gift inside, and then pulled out a long, silky, peach chiffon dress. She oohed and aahed as she held it and caught the reflection of light off some sparsely placed sequins along the decolletage. The fabric seemed to float in the air as she held it up. "Half-hour 'til the limo arrives, right?" she confirmed, and Brad gave her a nod. "See you then!" and she skipped out of the room and up the stairs to ready herself for their outing. Just as the limo pulled up she stepped down the stairs. Brad was there waiting, and his eyes glued themselves to her. The dress might have been a size too small, but just barely, and the tightness only added to the allure. The fabric hugged her from her breasts, down past her incredibly tiny waist, around her tempting hips and onto her shapely thighs. The material extended down to her calves, but the slit up the side showed most of one of her shapely legs. She had her hair done up, and a string of pearls adorned her luscious neck. Brad's eyes couldn't decide where to look. The tanned skin of her breasts was just barely covered by the peach dress, and the tightness of the fabric made her cleavage even more pronounced. The pearls were a milky white, yet they reflected the pink-orange color of the dress perfectly. And then her stockinged legs begged for attention as well, the dark color hinting at a sexiness that contrasted with the softness of the rest of her outfit. She stepped down the stairs unfalteringly in four-inch black spiked heels into his arms, and after a suggestive embrace they headed out for the town. The evening turned out to be pure romance. There were cocktails, dinner, a sinfully rich dessert and then the evening's show. It turned out not to be dinner theater, but a Las Vegas type show, with singing acts, dancing girls, comedians, and more. When they pulled up in front of the estate they were both giddy from so much fun. They dismissed the limo and headed inside for the rest of the evening's entertainment. Dana headed upstairs to change and Brad began building a fire in the living room's fireplace. He took his jacket and tie off during the process and had just settled down on the couch to stare into the flames when he heard footsteps softly padding behind him. He turned to see Dana illumined by the warm glow of the fire looking like a vision in the doorway. Her hair was loosened down to her shoulders in cascades of curls. Her eyes stared at him with a mixture of hunger and apprehension. Her torso showed through the shimmery white silk floor-length gown that flowed over her like gossamer in the wind. Brad swallowed hard, and stared as she saw the stunning effect she had on him. She moved into the room and around the couch to where he was sitting. She extended a hand, inviting him up and into the middle of the room where they entwined in each other's arms. He ran his fingers through her golden lit tresses and looked deeply into her eyes, seeing a willingness and a promise to fulfill his "education." She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, so he didn't waste any further time and with one hand still in her hair and one behind the small of her back pulled her in tightly and kissed her for all he was worth. Her lips parted to allow the thrusts and probings of his tongue, and she moved her one leg in between his so that her hip made contact with his crotch. They ground together for a full minute before she moved back slightly from him. She reached up to unbutton his shirt, which she did as his hands roamed up and down her back. She pulled the tail out of his pants and finished the buttons, and then ran her hands together down his body from his neck to his pants. When she got there she quickly unbuckled his belt and unzipped him. He allowed his shirt to fall off and his pants to drop, and then stepped out of them. His bikini briefs were constricting him terribly, but the two laid down on the fluffy carpet in front of the fire where he kicked off his socks. Dana lay on her back and whispered to him, "Your final lesson from me is the most important. I want you to learn how to please a woman. If you can truly do this then you will never lack for lovers. Will you do as I say?" "Yes," he murmured as he leaned over to kiss her breasts through the material of her negligee. "Good, then let's continue." She arched her back to force her breast deeper into his mouth. "I want you to reach down and lift my gown up to and just above my breasts." Without stopping his kissing actions Brad did as she requested. Now her body was fully bared to his view and she moved his head back to her breasts. As he licked and sucked her teats he reached a hand down to her pussy but she urged, "Don't rush," pushing his hand away. "Let your mouth be the focus of your actions, and slowly work your way there. Maybe even skip a woman's pussy to continue kissing your way on down her legs to her feet. Enjoy all of her, not just her crotch and she will know that you love all of her, not just her sex organs." Dana found it difficult to continue speaking as her body was responding fully to his attentions. In the firelight he was a gorgeous hunk of manhood and she wanted to screw him blind, but she knew that he needed to learn the restraint of true lovemaking, not just the heat of rutting. It wasn't long before his head began descending down her body, which by now was tingling in anticipation. Her vaginal walls were fully slicked already, but he heeded her earlier advice and didn't head straight there. He did linger on her taut stomach, giving a little extra to her navel, but when he moved to her thighs he stopped and looked up. "You have no hair on your pussy." He sounded surprised, and she remembered that this was the first time he'd actually seen her completely in the buff. Before she had either been in some stage of dress, whether in a bikini or in lingerie, and hadn't realized that he hadn't seen her shaved beaver. He quickly added, "I like it, though. I'll be able to see exactly what I'm doing in a few minutes." The promise of his words sent another shiver down her back as his warm hands began caressing her thighs and calves as he kissed his way lower. He spent a good bit of time kissing and licking between her toes, which was driving her wild with anticipation. But then he began working his way back up her legs again, his hands leading the way. His fingers caressed her silky smooth thighs and moved around the back to fondle her buttocks. Finally she lifted one leg and his hand moved from her bottom to her love slit. A thumb slid inside her causing her to gasp, and she felt the juices running out of her. Brad's tongue moved even higher and then onto the inside of her left thigh. Dana decided that she had to take things in hand or this young whipper-snapper would be teaching her some new tricks. She guided his head into her crotch and his tongue into her slippery pussy. Ripples of pleasure began cascading through her, but she kept her head enough to direct his successfully. Here her oversight and coaching really kicked in. She whispered instructions to him that had him use enough different techniques that she climaxed nearly a dozen times. She proved her earlier quizzing answers about the female of the species being multi-orgasmic as she had him use different tonguing styles, sometimes combining her own fingering with his mouth-work. She did have to warn him off of trying to use his own fingers to directly stimulate her clitoris. He wasn't that advanced, and only produced a painfully rubbing until she stopped him. She showed him how to tongue her anus while the intensity of an orgasm made continued contact with her love slit unbearable. She taught him to silently count to fifteen before starting in again, which he did over and over again. Finally she knew that another climax would exhaust her physically, and before she allowed him to stimulate her to a collapse she directed him to move himself up until his stiffened member practically burrowed itself inside her of its own volition. Dana's heaving body accepted the intruder with relish and held him firmly in its wild gyrations as they lustfully climaxed together. Brad's muscles stiffened as his hips thrust violently into Dana's smaller body, but she met each one eagerly, and unwittingly screamed her pleasure at the top of her voice. When the thrusts stopped she felt him shudder uncontrollably as she held him tightly in the embrace of both her arms and legs, his cock buried to the hilt up inside of her. The evening moved into the late night as Dana showed him as many different positions as she knew: doggie-style, inverted 8, 69, woman on top T, and more. Brad's ability held out longer and longer, making for deeper and more intense pleasure for Dana. Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning even Brad's youthful energy gave out and they collapsed into sleep within each other's naked embrace. ***************************** The rest of the week was made up of smaller, briefer lessons, honing his appreciative skills, his manners, and his sexual abilities. By their last evening Brad was no longer taking direction from Dana, but was trying out some positions and variations of his own. His confidence level had taken a 180 turn around women, and frequently when they were out she could see how much more self-confident he was. Their last night was one of slow love-making, intimate caresses, and whispered fantasies that they took turns making come true. The morning that Brad's father and Jim were to return Dana packed up and moved back home. Then she drove back to pick up Brad so that they could welcome home their relatives. Just before the plane landed they spent the last moments in a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever, but came to end all too soon for young Brad. He released her from his arms reluctantly as passengers began de-planing, knowing that what she had done to him and for him in the past week would last with him for the rest of his life, and indeed it did. Brad went to college, and after some short but sexually intense relationships, settled down with a fiery dark Latino. He never questioned her on where she had learned her technique with men, and he would have sworn that it wasn't possible, but their physical relationship surpassed what he and Dana had achieved in the space of a week. It took a little longer than that for Brad and Carmen, but they continued to grow closer and more intimate as the years went on. The peak of the mountain, that he'd sworn he'd reached once with Dana, continued to move higher, and the end was nowhere in sight as he and his lover grew more and more intimate. Dana and Jim, on the other hand, looked back years later on that summer of experimentation and sexual awakening with smiles. After Dana's week with Brad, which she only told Jim about with the barest of details, the married couple turned to each other for more and more of their intimacy needs. Dana went off the wagon a few times in the next years as a particularly stunning wench would join one of her aerobics classes, but never for long as she and Jimmy found satisfaction most fully in each other. But they never forgot that summer, and used it as a spring board for frequent discussions about sex that inevitably lead them into the bedroom, or living room, or other private spot once again. The years didn't leave their bodies untouched, but never did they lose interest in sexual closeness and the desire to poke themselves into THE END of the other. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |