It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities.

Chapter Three : The Partners Arrive

By the time the evening came at the ‘Travellers’ Rest’, only four couples were there, Susan and George being the last of them. Three other couples had phoned to make their apologies. However, it would still be a cosy gathering, even though the main organiser of these special week-ends was one of those unable to make it.

The guests always dressed for dinner on these occasions, grouping themselves round the blazing log fires at each end of the room. There was a snug feeling of contentment amongst the guests as they sat nursing their cocktails, reminiscing about snow storms of earlier years. Although the Profumo affair was mentioned in passing, it was not considered polite to enquire into any detail in the presence of the minister.

It had already turned dark outside, the snow driving into deep drifts. Talk turned to the winter of ’47, when the door suddenly burst open. Two snow covered figures were silhouetted on the threshold, snow flakes whirling in behind them.

Robert leapt to his feet. ‘My God! Nanook of the North! Come to the fire for goodness sake and get warm.’

He closed the door before helping the couple off with their snow-caked outer clothes. Whilst removing her coat, Robert took a good look at the lady.

‘A shapely woman,’ he thought. It must, however, be said that Robert’s first reflection on meeting any woman for the first time was to speculate what her naked body would be like; the shape of her breasts and thighs. A close study her face, the mouth in particular, might give a clue to the shape and size of her vulva. This one was wide and full. Robert wondered if the lady enjoyed a good fuck.

‘They usually do,’ he thought, ‘though not always.’ Robert was always willing to oblige anything feminine between the ages of sixteen and sixty. ‘Not a great beauty, perhaps, but otherwise …!’

‘Thank goodness we made it.’ She shivered, interrupting his thoughts as she struggled out of her coat. ‘I’m afraid the car got stuck about half a mile from here and I vaguely remembered there being a village somewhere round here.’

Mary took her coat, eyeing her up and down as the visitor shook her hair loose.

‘Ah!,’ Robert warned, ‘that’s another mile up the road. You’d never have made it. Not in this weather. Where are you making for?’

Jake handed his outer coat and hat also to Mary with a smile of approval, which she returned as their eyes met and held each other for a moment. There was promise in both their eyes.

‘I think I’d better introduce myself. I’m Emma Shaw and this is Jake Castle. I’m the company manager of a touring theatre company and Jake is one of our actors. I was supposed to take him to join the company for tonight’s performance in Manchester. May I use you ‘phone please? They’ll be wondering what’s happened to us.’

‘Certainly,’ he said taking her hand. ‘I’m Robert, your host. I’ll show you where the phone is.’

Before Emma made her call, she was assured that rooms were available for them both because of cancellations. She and Jake were welcome to them. Julie was brought in to meet the new guests. An immediate jolt stabbed her in her gut as she took Jake’s hand.

‘A black stallion,’ she thought! ‘I shall enjoy riding him!’

In the same way that Robert speculated about women, Julie’s first thought when meeting a new man was to speculate on his physical attributes. The size, texture and hardness of his prick; how he performed in the fucking department. Whilst Julie was scheming how to get Jake into her bed, Emma was busy telephoning the theatre. Robert was working out how to get the overnight cases from the abandoned car. He asked Jake if he was able to use snow shoes.

‘It so happens that, in spite of my colour, I am quite a good skier. I had to learn to move around in deep snow for an adventure film I was in a couple of years ago.’

Jake was a milk-chocolate coloured young man of South African origin, with a powerful physique. He had an open, friendly smile, with smoky dark eyes, close-cropped curly hair and a firm jaw. Robert asked Mary to pour stiff brandies for the newcomers, saying he would change into some suitable clothing so that they could get into the snow skis and rescue the baggage from the car.

Having spoken to the stage manager of the company in Manchester, Emma came back from the reception desk, settled by the fire with the large brandy, and looked around. It was cosy and comfortable. She was slightly taken aback by the subject matter of the Rowlandson prints, but made no outward reaction to them, smiling at Robert with tired eyes. Her eyes glanced down at his crotch, her idle imagination speculating what might be hidden there.

Robert noticed her quick glance. He interrupted her thoughts. ‘Come! Let me introduce the other guests. This is Enid and this, Laurie.’

The prim, rather stiff couple, said Hello! to Emma and Jake. Enid, small, very beautiful in a doll-like way behind those unflattering spectacles which only served to accentuate the daintiness of her features, smiled warmly. Emma thought she recognised Laurie. He looked familiar to her. She was sure that she had seen him before somewhere but hadn’t time to think about it before she and Jake were introduced to the others.

Delia and Martin, a quiet fair haired man with good strong features, large blue eyes, straight nose and square chin. Average of build he was not yet running to fat and was very handsome. He had a quiet, confident air about him. Emma was surprised to see Delia. A popular TV presenter, she was a willowy blonde with features not unlike Marilyn Monroe. Mysterious blue eyes, a generous sensuous mouth and pointed chin. She held her head high with a tendency to look down her nose with a slightly dignified air.

Later, Emma would be impressed by Delia’s poise and dignity off screen. But right now, her generous bust was shown to full advantage in an exquisite dress.

‘It must have cost a packet,’ she thought. She would learn later that Martin was the marketing director for a large international food manufacturer, whilst Delia was the second daughter of a Earl. Both smiled sweetly at Emma and Jake.

Susan was an irrepressibly jolly lady, full of bounce and laughter, with long, red, almost copper-coloured hair flowing down to her shoulders. She had green eyes and a small upturned nose, set in a round face. Julie recognised her as the new best-selling writer. Her husband, George, was confidently attractive, with brown eyes that twinkled at her and a soft seductive voice. They looked to be in their late-thirties, Emma thought. The last couple to be introduced were Bill and Gertie.

‘He looks very much like the famous fashion designer,’ Emma thought. He smiled at her warmly, taking her hand and looking into her eyes. He wore an elegant, midnight blue dinner suit, was very suave, well-built and fairly tall. Emma thought him very good-looking with his tanned face and thick curly fair hair. She felt a spark of magnetism flash between them.

His partner, Gertie had a flawless, olive skin with a healthy sheen. A strikingly beautiful face, with large, innocent dark brown eyes set wide apart a straight nose. The lady’s mouth was wide with exquisite lips above a small pointed chin. Her black glossy hair was tied back in a simple pony-tail. Emma thought there could be some Polynesian blood in her. She wore a long flowered evening dress, low cut to promise firm pointed breasts showing a mole on the right one. Her narrow waist gave her figure an hour-glass shape with long, shapely legs.

The host, Robert, was well-tanned with curly auburn hair and a thin moustache.

‘He does rather look like Clarke Gable,’ Emma thought.

The hostess, Julie, was also well-tanned, suggesting that there was a sun-bed in regular use. She looked seductive and sexy in a slinky, copper-coloured, long satin dress to complement her shoulder-length, dark-auburn tresses. The gleam in her eyes, as she smiled up at Jake, revealed her inner excitement.

Introductions over, Emma apologised for interrupting their party.

‘It’s obviously a special affair. Everyone looks so formal and elegant.’

Julie laughed. ‘Not really. It’s tasteful to dress properly for dinner from time to time. We always do it on these occasions. I’m sure I can find an evening gown for you to wear at dinner. It’s as well to be like the rest of us, then you won’t feel out of place. I’ll look some things out for you and leave them on your bed whilst you have a hot bath. I’m sure you’re ready for one. And I’m sure Robert can find a dinner suit which should fit Jake fairly well.’

Julie took Emma to her room. Here again, she was bemused by the large picture illustrating a Kama Sutra couple both of whom looked completely unmoved by their coital position, which didn’t surprise Emma since it looked to her rather uncomfortable, if not impossible.

The accommodation impressed her and, whilst the baggage was being collected by Robert and Jake, she ran a hot foam bath. At the side of the wash basin she noticed an upright black plastic penis on a base of generous testicles. She smiled as she picked it up to find that it was a liquid soap dispenser. Pointing it into the palm of her other hand, she squeezed the testicles to squirt a jet of white soap from the head. She laughed to herself with a twinge of arousal at the thought it provoked.

After the stress of the difficult journey through the blizzard, together with the worry of not getting Jake to the theatre for the evening performance, now thankfully cancelled due to the weather, a soak in a hot bath was a luxury. The warmth permeating her body, helped her to relax the tension in mind and limbs.

But, once again, Rick intruded into her thoughts. She cursed herself for getting involved with him. He was a fine actor with a bewitching, mellow voice and an attractive, innocent personality. It was a lethal combination, which she supposed is what she fell for. She couldn’t deny having enjoyed the sex. But to disgrace her bed – their bed – by fucking that silly young Jenny Carver on it was unforgivable.

Emma closed her eyes to let the luxury of the hot water seep through her. Her thoughts recalled that evening of surprises, when she was home from college earlier than expected for Christmas. Her mother had always been a fun-loving, happy-go-lucky lady. As a leading light in the local operatic society, her charms were admired by all the men; old and young alike!

As a young girl, Emma had often sat on the edge of her parents’ bed, watching her mother dress to go out for the evening to the theatre. She envied her those gorgeous creamy breasts, with saucer-shaped summits. They were carefully positioned in the white bra cups, one at a time. Then she would step into her silk, pastel-coloured French knickers, before pulling on an under-slip.

Well, now Emma had creamy breasts of her own. In the warm bath, her hand slipped unthinkingly between her thighs, prodding its forefinger under the little hood to caress her clitoris. In times of stress and tension Emma found that massaging her tender button relaxed her, both in mind and body.

Her mind went back to the evening she stumbled on the sexual activities of parents. She recalled the scene. For some reason she couldn’t now remember, Emma was in their darkened lounge as a car drew into the drive before the front door. Its lights were extinguished and the engine turned off. The lamp over the front door illuminated her mother being embraced by a man Emma didn’t recognise.

Slumped back in the passenger seat with her companion, whose hand was down the top of her dress, fondling her mother’s soft breast and kissing her scarlet mouth. Emma couldn’t make out what her mother’s hand was doing in her companion’s lap; to her astonishment, she realised it was stroking the man’s cock!

After a few moments, head-lights of another car swung into the drive. Her mother and the driver quickly got out of the car, slamming the doors shut. She didn’t know why, but Emma didn’t wish to be found at home just yet. She felt to be an intruder. Running swiftly to the top of the darkened staircase in her bare feet, she leaned over the banister, straining her ears.

The front door opened; some urgent whispers before her mother’s rippling laugh called out a welcome to more people tumbling from the cars arriving in the drive. Lots of laughter as several people stumbled into the hall. They took off hats and coats, handing over bottles of beer and wine. The whiff of cool air and cigar smoke reached Emma on the landing.

From the refuge of her bedroom, Emma had often listened to the sound of the parties below. Laughter and songs as doors opened and closed. Her bedroom was at the end of the upper landing, just beyond the bathroom. She usually drifted off to sleep without difficulty. But, that night, the image of her mother being kissed, her breast fondled by a stranger, kept her mind in a whirl.

She was still trying to work it all out in her head, when she was startled by low voices outside her door. Emma was so deep in thought, she hadn’t heard anyone coming up the staircase. Was she dreaming?

‘No, Joe! What if someone comes?’ A breathless low voice.

‘We’ll hear them coming. If they do, you just go down the stairs and I’ll nip into the bathroom.’ A man’s whisper.

A gasp. ‘Oh, you beast! If you keep touching me like that, I’ll …’ But Emma never heard what the outcome of being touched like that would be. The voice tailed off into a long sigh amidst the rustling of taffeta.

‘Just open your legs, darling; just for a minute.’ Joe’s voice was distinctly begging. ‘You shouldn’t have turned me on in the car, you prick teaser!’

‘No!’ A warning whisper. ‘We mustn’t! I’m longing for it myself, Joe, but…’ And there was another sigh and rustling of taffeta.

‘These are very accommodating knickers.’

Emma had her ear against the door by this time, listening avidly to the hushed exchange. Just to the left of Emma’s door, on this side of the bathroom, there was a deep storage alcove. It was a good hide-away. She assumed that’s where they were.

A sigh. ‘Ooh! When you touch me there… Gosh! Shall we go into the bedroom? Then I can feel you more easily?’

‘Too risky. No escape route.’

‘Hurry, then, Joe. But let me feel it first. Gosh! I’d forgotten how long it is. Ooh! Go on! Put it in!’

‘Wait! I want a good feel of your fanny, first. Your gorgeous, wet, slippery fanny.’ Stifled grunts, moans and groans.

‘Do it now! I can’t wait, Joe. Put it in now! Please!’

A pause. A rustle. A sigh.

‘Ooh, yes! It’s in! That’s great.’ Joe’s soft voice.

All this passed to the background of laughter and music from below. The heavy rhythmic panting went on.

‘You’re fantastic, Jane!’

Emma’s realised with a sudden blow that it was her mother out there!

‘Humph! Humph! Humph! Humph! You’re soaking wet! Can I get one of your tits out? Let’s suckle a nipple!’

‘S-h-h-h! Not so loud.’ More heavy breathing. ‘Come on Joe! Quick! I’m ready. I’m coming! Ah-h-h-h-h!’ A long strangled sigh.

‘Argh!’ A gruff muffled cry.

‘Ah, uh -uh -uh -uh!’ Her mother’s quick staccato grunts reminded Emma of her own orgastic choking sounds under the sheets of her bed.

A swish of clothes. The door to the bathroom opened and closed. Silence!

Holding her breath, Emma turned the handle and eased her door open with the slightest of gaps. She peered through at the bathroom door. She listened, agog. After the toilet flushed the bathroom door opened and, sure enough, her mother emerged, smoothing down her dress as she went to the half-landing. She paused there to take a deep breath before going back down the stairs.

It seemed like ages before Emma heard another person coming up the stairs. It was her smiling auntie Julie, giggling softly, looking unsteady, holding on to the banister rail. She disappeared into the bathroom. After about half a minute, the sound of someone else coming up the stairs. As they turned onto the upper landing she saw that was her father!

To Emma’s amazement, he unbuttoned the flies of his trousers as he silently approached the bathroom door. He gave it one light tap. A second’s pause. The door opened. Auntie Julie stepped out, threw her arms round her father, kissing him hard. He pushed her against the banister, dragging the hem of her dress up. There was plenty of light spilling from the bathroom for Emma to notice that her aunt was not wearing knickers just as her father took his stiff shaft in one hand, stuffing it between the bare thighs. Emma didn’t get a proper look. It was covered by his hand. But it sank immediately between her aunt’s hairy gash as her knees folded wide open. She pulled aside the top of her dress, exposing her bare breasts.

‘Kiss them! James! Ooh!’ Deep breaths. ‘You’ve got a wonderful cock. Give it to me fast and hard!’

With wide, unbelieving eyes, Emma watched as her father fastened his mouth on one of the drooping breasts – smaller and less firm than her mother’s – his hips bucking heavily against her aunt’s half-slumped body, dress tucked up round her waist. Apart from the occasional mutter of ‘Yes! Yes!’ from her Aunt, neither said anything, but sighed and whimpered and gasped and grunted.

Her Aunt’s thighs pushed forward to meet his thrusts. After about three minutes, her father’s hips lurched erratically with violent thrusts. A sigh of relief. Emma watched the bodies part and she looked in awe as the glistening shaft emerged. They kissed quickly before her father slipped into the bathroom whilst her aunt smoothed her dress on her way downstairs.

Emma was dumbfounded by these revelations. Unable to sleep, she heard the guests depart. Cars drove away down the gravel. Shortly afterwards, her parents stumbled up the staircase, laughing softly. Applying an eye to the crack in her door, Emma watched them sway onto the upper landing. Their bedroom was opposite the bathroom. Her mother was giggling uncontrollably, her father chuckling.

Her mother’s dress was pulled up at the back, her father tugging at something, whilst she kept trying to knock his hands away. They staggered into the bedroom. There was the sound of the springs as something fell on the bed. Then her mother’s subdued rippling laughter and father’s chuckle.

‘Come on, Jane, let’s get you out of these clothes. You drunken whore!’ His voice was subdued.

Sounds of a struggle and laughter. Rustling, a slapping sound, more laughter.

A fierce whisper. ‘You beast! Get off! I’m tired James. Wait until the morning? Let me get into bed.’

‘No! Besides, you’re only teasing. You’ve been teasing me all evening, flashing your tits at the men. I thought old Ken would have a heart attack when you flaunted your cleavage under his face. He was itching to see those nipples. And I could see Joe’s prick like a tent pole! You randy whore! Open your legs!’

‘Oh, James! No, don’t! You can’t lick it tonight.’ Sounds of a light struggle. ‘No!’

‘Come on! You’ll love it, darling! You always do.’ A short silence.

A sigh. ‘Mmmmmm! I do love it James, but you’re a beast. You know I can’t resist that. Ooh! Aaah!’

‘You taste salty tonight darling,’ her father muttered. ‘Whose sperm is that I can taste? Bet it’s Joe’s?’

With her heart in her mouth, Emma had opened her door and slipped quietly on to the landing. Her parent’s door was open. So eager was her father to get her mother onto the bed, he hadn’t bothered to close it yet. A bedside lamp was lit at her mother’s side. It had been left on all the evening.

In the triple mirror of the dressing table in front of their window, Emma could see her father kneeling at the foot of the bed, his head buried between her mother’s wide-open thighs. The legs were still encased in silk stockings, though the suspenders were unfastened.

“I want you girls to mind the house for me,” said Donna, their mother. “Be sure to keep the doors closed and don’t talk to strangers. I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

“Yes, mother,” said Julie, who along with her sister Sylvia was used to their mother’s dictates. She knew by now not to challenge her; it would only lead to being given a hard time for nothing. Anyway, at least she and her sister would be free for the day, even if they were cooped up at home.

Donna went out, elegantly dressed as usual in a close fitting red suit and high heels. Her long blonde hair was done up in a twist, displaying her fine cheekbones. She stopped by the pool to speak to Taylor, the groundskeeper and general handyman who’d been with the family as long as the girls could remember. Ever since their father disappeared, Taylor had taken care of the place while their mother tended to her profitable business interests.

Julie sensed that her mother was instructing Taylor to keep an eye on them. He could be counted upon to report any unusual activity. Ever since his budding career in professional football ended suddenly after an injury Taylor had been a large, friendly presence around the ranch. Donna finished whatever she was saying to him and drove off in her BMW.

“God, I hate being stuck here like this,” said Julie to her sister. “Why do we have to live on this ranch? I’d much rather be in town where we could have a social life.” This summer they were left with nothing to do.

The girls were only a year apart, and at eighteen Sylvia, the younger of the two, didn’t feel as resentful as Julie. The ranch was large and luxurious, with spacious grounds, a nice pool, and every comfort imaginable. She too would like to get out more, but she was used to her mother’s strict ways.

“It won’t be all that bad. We can read and swim. And school will start in another few weeks,” said Sylvia. “At least we’ll have some friends again.”

“How can you say that? We can’t drive because she won’t let us get a license and we’re ten miles from anywhere. What are we going to do here? And you know what? I bet everyone we know is having a great time. Angie, for instance. The last time she was here all she could do was tell me all about the wonderful dates she had.” Julie walked off in a sour mood.

An hour later a car drove up the long entryway and Angie appeared at the door.

“Hi Julie. Hi Sylvia. I thought I’d stop by on my way to Rio Verde. How are you guys doing?”

“Same as usual, Angie. We’re stuck here without a car.”

“Why don’t you just leave…come out with me for a while?”

Julie was tempted. She would love to accompany Angie into town.

“We can’t. Our witch of a mother would kill us. I know, I know. Why do we go along with her? Well, for one thing we depend on her for everything. Someday we’re going to inherit a big pile of money, the sooner the better. She would cut us off if we defy her. If I can hold out one more year, mother will send me to college anywhere I want, and I’ll be free! And Sylvia will be free the next year.”

Julie and Sylvia had been forced to attend an all-girls junior college within driving distance of their home. Their mother would not allow them to live by themselves until they were 21.

“I don’t see how you can stand it. God, I’d go nuts. I like to have a good time. You know, date and stuff. Hey, wanna hear about my date with Jack last night?”

Julie sighed. She was in for yet another description of one of Angie’s many dates. Hearing about them only made her more unhappy with her own situation, particularly as Angie liked to brag. Yet she also enjoyed the vicarious window into the outside world Angie opened for her.

“Let me see, you know Jack? No? He’s the really good-looking one. Tall and dark and yummy. Anyway, he picked me up yesterday afternoon and we drove to his place. His parents were away for the weekend and we had it to ourselves.”

Angie paused to let this sink in. The sisters looked at her expectantly.

“So, we got comfortable, you know? I mean, we got naked and hooked up.”

Julie was all ears.

“It was the best ever. You two wouldn’t believe how good it feels to have a big cock in you!” Angie had a way of putting things that left Julie feeling like she didn’t know anything about boys.

“We must have fucked for four hours. I made him cum three times and I don’t remember how many times I did it. Must have been ten or more.” She paused at this detail, before going on.

“And since I’ve gotten on the pill, we didn’t use a condom. I gotta tell you, it’s soooo much better! His naked cock felt fantastic and I can’t tell you how wonderful it is when he cums in me!”

Trying not to look envious, Julie listened to her every word. Sylvia was embarrassed.

“Anyway, I’m gonna meet Jack tonight and we’re having a party at his house. There should be a nice crowd. Guess, what? We’re all gonna fuck instead of dance. Dancing is out at parties. You gotta fuck to be cool.” She announced this in her high-handed manner.

“Really?” said Sylvia. “I can’t believe that.”

“You better get used to it. Everyone is doing it. You don’t want to be some kind of rube these days. No way. Girls are expected to know it all. You gotta be able to give good head, and fuck in every position and swallow cum if you want to be invited. I’ve heard that at frat parties the most popular girls will take two boys at a time. Like one in each hole.” She laughed.

“Have you tried that?” asked Julie.

“Not yet, but I will. See you around.”

Angie left them for her ride to Rio Verde.

“Damn,” Julie fumed. “She always makes me feel like a boob. I’m tired of being a virgin. I can’t go away to college if I don’t know anything about sex.”

Sylvia was used to hearing her sister complain about their sheltered life. After what she’s just heard, she was rather surprised that Julie would envy Angie’s social life. It all seemed crazy to her, even if a bit titillating.

“I don’t know, Julie. It seems to me that Angie is a bit wild. Would you really like to be doing what she’s doing?”

“I’d like to have the choice. And yes, I’d like to have a sex life. Come on, I’ll show you what I mean.”

Julie led her sister up to her room, a big room on the second floor with a comfortable sofa along with a bed and the usual bedroom furniture.

Julie slipped out of her skirt and then her panties. She sat at one end of the wide couch, her legs apart.

“Sit down on the couch over there, Sylvia. I’m gonna show you why I like sex.” Sylvia, wide eyed, mechanically did as she was asked. Julie began to finger herself, slowly rubbing her pussy lips up and down.

“When I do this, it feels good. I mean, it feels really good. I do it every night. I’ve learned to make myself cum.”

She continued to finger herself. Sylvia watched her. Despite her misgivings, she was curious to see what happened. Being practically confined to her home, Sylvia had developed a vivid imagination.

“See, it’s getting nice and wet. Your pussy gets all wet because it’s getting ready for a cock. You know, I never even seen a real cock. Especially when it’s hard. How big does it get? I really want to see that, you know?”

Sylvia didn’t know what to say. “I’ve never seen one either.”

“I know. You know what else I want to see? I want to see how a man cums. You know, shoots his stuff. I don’t even know what it looks like. Like whether it gushes out or kind of spurts, or what?”

Julie looked at her sister wistfully. “I mean, what do balls look like? Do they get hard too? Just how does a girl make a guy cum? I know that they like being masturbated and licked and sucked, but I can only imagine how to do it. God, I hate being kept here all the time.”

Sylvia didn’t know what to say. “Maybe you’ll find out at college.”

“I don’t want to wait until college. I want to have some experience before I go there.” She paused to think about this.

“What we need, Sylvia, is a penis to play with. Don’t you wonder what it feels like to hold a cock in your hand? Wouldn’t you like to feel the foreskin pull back? God, I want know all about it! I want to suck a cock and taste the cum and then I want to feel it fuck me!”

Sylvia squirmed at her sister’s frank admission. She’d seen Julie become exuberant before, but not over raw sex. She wondered where all this was leading. Was it just curiosity, or was Julie thinking of some scheme to find what she wanted?

Julie’s breathing became heavier as she continued to finger herself.

“Oh, now it’s feeling soooo good, Sylvia. My whole cunt is tingling! A few moments later she groaned with orgasm. The satisfaction, though, was only temporary.

Two days later Angie stopped by to relate the details of the party.

“It was blast, I gotta tell you! It was the best party I’ve ever been to. It was at my friend Evelyn’s house. Her parents were away, and we had the coast clear. Evelyn and her boyfriend Ron were the hosts. They had lots of booze and great music. Besides me and Jack there were four other couples plus Evelyn and Ron. I can’t remember all their names, but I do remember Tom and Ray and of course Jamal and Derek, two black guys dating white girls.” She paused to let this sink in for a moment.

Julie looked at her sister for a moment, and then returned her gaze to Angie, who was warming to her topic.

“Anyway, after a few drinks and some dancing Evelyn and Ron started off the fun. They stripped and did it right in front of us. I mean, it was so cool. She sucked his cock and then fucked her until they both had an orgasm right in front of us.”

Again, Angie paused for effect. The sisters hung on her every word.

“When they finished, Evelyn announced that each couple would have to perform like they did! And you know, even though I’d never done it in front of other people before, it just came naturally! Jack and I gave a pretty good performance, if you ask me.” She smiled contentedly.

“I had a really good orgasm and then Jack shot his wad over my tits and face. Everybody clapped and cheered us. It was a blast!”

“And then what happened?” Julie wanted to hear more.

“Oh, God, we all just kept doing it all night long. The party didn’t break up until four in the morning. I must have fucked every guy at least twice and so did all the other girls. I lost count of how many times I came.”

“Jack didn’t mind?” Julie was curious.

“No, he loved it. You gotta understand, at a party you can do it right in front of your boyfriend. You’re really out of date, Julie. It’s like dancing used to be… you do it with anyone you like.”

After Angie left Julie was even more determined to lose her virginity.

“I’ve thought of a way, Sylvia. It will take some persuasion, and I’ll need your help.”

Sylvia knew her sister well enough to know she was serious. She decided to find out what Julie had in mind.

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

“I’m going to get Taylor to fuck me.”

“Julie!” her sister exclaimed. “You’ve got to be crazy. Taylor would never do anything like that.”

“I can get him to do it, I think.”

“But he’s not that type of man. I mean, he’s worked here for years and he always does what Mother asks. Anyway, he’s almost old enough to be your father and he’s black!”

“I think I can use his fear of Mother to work for us. And he’s not too old, maybe about 40, I’m not sure. He’s a man, isn’t he? He’s all we’ve got. And you heard what Angie said about fucking all those guys the other night. Two of them were black, Sylvia.”

“Well, it sounds crazy to me. There’s no way he’d go along with it.”

As Julie expected, Sylvia wasn’t arguing against the goal of trying to have sex with Taylor, but about the likelihood they would be found out. Knowing she needed Sylvia’s cooperation if her plan was to succeed, she went to work on her sister’s doubts.

“I think he might come round if we go about it slowly. We need to tease a bit and draw him in, without alarming him. You know he’s basically good natured.”

“Yes, but don’t you think it would be bad to do that to him? I mean to get him to do something wrong?”

“I’m sure he’ll love it once he decides to go for it. And we would keep it a secret.”

“Well, I couldn’t do anything like that, even if you did.”

Julie expected this from her sister. It was important that Sylvia cooperate with her, but not essential that she have sex with Taylor herself. Anyway, once she was part of Julie’s plan Sylvia might go further than she intended.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I don’t expect you to do anything you don’t want to. Just help me get him interested, and I’ll do the rest.”

This seemed to satisfy her sister, at least for the moment. Sylvia generally went along with Julie’s ideas, if only to avoid conflict.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked.

“I want you to help me tease him a little. That’s all. We’ll try it and see how it goes. Let’s put on something sexy and then go out by the pool and see if we can get his attention.”

Reluctantly, Sylvia went along with this rather vague plan. The girls went to their rooms and rummaged through their closets. Julie found two very short white skirts and frilly tops that seemed suitable for the purpose, along with strappy high-heeled shoes.

“Put these on,” she said. “And let’s do our makeup over.” For the next hour, the girls primped their hair and faces, adding strategic jewelry and re-doing their nails in a bright red.

Combing her long blonde hair into a twist, Julie looked at herself in the mirror. Her slim, girlish figure showed her long legs to advantage. Looking over at Sylvia, she thought her sister also looked unusually alluring. With her big firm breasts, and golden hair, Sylvia looked the picture of teenage beauty.

They went downstairs and out to the large veranda overlooking the large pool. As expected, Taylor was working on the pool, carefully skimming the surface. Dressed in a tee shirt and bathing suit, he glanced at the girls with an expression of surprise, and then quickly continued his work.

Julie walked slowly and seductively along the pool, with Sylvia at her side. They passed Taylor, who looked at them briefly, and then turned and retraced their steps. Julie strutted in her high heels in a way Taylor couldn’t help but notice.

“You girls ought to be studying or something, not parading around the pool like fashion models,” he said good-naturedly. Taylor had known the girls since they were small and still treated them a little as if they were children.

“Do you like our outfits?” Julie smiled at him. “Do you think boys would want to meet us?”

“Now you shouldn’t ask me that, Julie,” said Taylor in his friendly way. “I’m too old for that and your mother would not like to know you’ve been teasing me.”

Julie put her hand on her hip and stood seductively, her legs a bit apart.

“Well, my mother isn’t here, is she? And I’m old enough to do what I want.”

Taylor laughed. “You’ll get yourself into trouble, Julie. And you too, Sylvia. You should listen to your mother and stop thinking about boys.”

“I think about men, too,” answered Julie. “Besides, I think you’re sexy. I’d like to see what’s under that bathing suit.”

Shocked at Julie’s forwardness, Taylor made himself look severe. “You ought not to be teasing me, or anyone else. You’ll just get in trouble if you go on like this.”

Encouraged that Taylor was making his case by alluding to “trouble” with their mother rather than his own desires, Julie stood her ground. “I don’t mind if I do. I just want to have a little fun.” Julie looked down at his crotch. Taylor looked embarrassed, but Julie noticed a movement in his trunks.

“Sylvia, I think he likes us anyway.”

“Frustrated at Julie’s teasing, Taylor remained firm.

“I’m going to tell your mother you’ve been bad if you come around like this again. Now cut it out and behave yourselsves.”

Julie felt she had accomplished what she need to, and walked slowly away, swinging her hips in the most lascivious way she could.

Back in the house, Sylvia couldn’t contain herself.

“I told your, Julie. He won’t have it. It’s a bad thing to do and he’ll tell mother, I’m sure.”

“No, he won’t. He said what he had to, but he liked what he saw. Let’s see what happens.”

Apparently nothing was said to their mother because the next day she left the house for work in the morning with the usual instructions.

Later that day Angie dropped by again, eager to tell the sisters about her latest coup.

“You wouldn’t believe the party I went to last night,” she said, her eyes glowing. “It was wild! There must have been ten couples there and we ended up all fucking each other in an orgy. I was eating cum while getting it in my pussy at the same time. And then, you can’t believe what it feels like, I took a guy in my ass. It felt good, too. Everyone said I was the sexiest girls they knew!”

Angie couldn’t resist impressing on Julie and Sylvia that she had a glamorous, enviable sex life. Galling as it was to Julie, Angie’s behavior had the desired effect of making her friend jealous, much as Julie tried to hide it.

“Well, if you want to know, I’m not going to remain a virgin much longer,” said Julie. “There’s no way I’ll go to college like a virgin.”

“Good luck. I hope your mother relents and lets you two have a little fun.” Angie sauntered off, pleased that she had gotten Julie’s goat.

When she had gone, Julie told Sylvia that she was more determined than ever to get Taylor to take her virginity.

“This time it’s gonna work. I just know it will. I’ve heard that men like women in sexy stockings and shoes. I once saw magazines like that in a store. What we need to do, is wear something really sexually alluring.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, said Sylvia, alarmed at her sister’s determination to take risks. Besides, we don’t have any stuff around like that.”

Once again, Julie was a step ahead. “I’ve thought of that. Let’s look through mother’s closets and see what we can find.

Reluctantly, Sylvia followed her sister’s lead, hoping they wouldn’t find anything and Julie would drop her crazy idea.

When they got to her mother’s spacious bedroom suite, Julie began searching for something in the desk.

“What are you looking for?”

“A key. You know she keeps one of her closets locked.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that.”

“Yes, I noticed it recently when I was looking around here. Let me see, this might be it.”

Julie took a key from the desk and tried it in the lock. The door opened into a wide walk-in closet.

“Wow, look at this.” Inside were racks of short skirts, slinky dresses in satin, silk, leather and vinyl. There were stiletto high heels in all colors and a half dozen thigh-high boots. There were also satin and leather bustiers, satin garter belts and two drawers of long stockings.

“I don’t believe this,” said Sylvia. “What does she do with all this?”

“You know what she does. She wears this for sex. She must have one hell of a good time.”

Julie had long suspected that her mother had an active sex life, which she kept well hidden. But she’d never guessed it was as interesting as this.

“Come on, let’s find what we need. H’mm. I think stockings, garters and one of these sexy bras should do it. Oh, and this little black satin thong.”

Sylvia looked stunned. She followed her sister mechanically. Julie picked out a combination of items in black for herself and pink for Sylvia. She chose a half-cup bra for the latter, in order to show off her ample tits.

Quickly Julie put on the items she had chosen, and went to the long mirror to have a look.

“What do you think?”

Sylvia looked at her strangely. “You look like a slut, Julie.”

“Good. That’s what I want. Let’s see how you’ll look.”

“I’m not going to wear that. I can’t do it, Julie.”

“Don’t let me down now, Sylvia. You don’t have to do anything but stand around with me. You’ll be wearing as much as you do when we go for a swim. More, in fact.”

None of the names are real in this story or the first one or the future ones. Thanks to Angel Love for editing assistance with this story. The next day in the morning at 6:00.


“Hello my sexy lover.”

“Hi Mrs.Smith. What’s up?”

” MMM it is so hott to hear your voice.”

“Same to you and when I hear it I have a mental image of me fucking you and it is so hot that I just get an instant hard on.”

“Oh so my little buddy is up I hear. Well I am really missing you if you know what I mean so I was thinking how about you come to school a little early and help me out?”

“I would love to. Isn’t your husband going to ask why you are going early?”

“He is out of it from the bj I just gave but don’t worry it only took 2 seconds and then he shot is load over the bed and fell asleep. He doesn’t like feeding me cum or spraying it on me.”

“Well I will be there early and I will cum wherever you want me to my little slut.”

“MMmmmmm can’t wait till then. Well go to the school in about 30 minutes. See you there.”

“Alright my little slut see you there.”

I drove to school after about 20 minutes where I get dressed. I see Mrs. Smith pull up and I walk over to her. She gets out and I get an instant hard on when I see what she is wearing. She is wearing a white shirt that in the right light you can see her breasts since she isn’t wearing a bra. She is also wearing a skirt that is really short but not to short to not be professional. There is a slit on the side that goes the whole way up with a zipper and it is unzipped all the way.

“You look amazing Mrs. Smith.”

“Why thank you John so do you honey.”

“So what do you have in mind that we do?”

“I was thinking we should take it to my office and go from there.” “Sounds great.”

We head to her room and we walk in and when we do she takes me and shoves me against the door which closes it and grabs my bulge and French kisses me.

“MMmmmm I missed that but my slut you don’t get to take control, I do.” I take her and shoving against the door French her.

She rips off her shirt and her tits spring out and she takes my hands and puts them on them and has me caress and need and pinch them. She starts moaning and purring just like I like it.

“What are you doing? You won’t have a shirt to wear.”

“I have a small skimpy tank top I can wear. I thought you may like it instead.”

“I can’t wait to stare at you in class and get caught. Lots of laughs.”

“Oh don’t worry you are going to get caught believe me.”

“MMM sounds like fun.”

I start unzipping her skirt and take it off along with her wait she wasn’t wearing any panties, that naughty girl.

“You naughty girl, no panties, you need to be punished.”

I turn her around and bent her over the desk. I slap her ass a few times. She starts moaning and purring a lot and she gets really wet.

“Please fuck me now. Please do it nice and hard and fast. No need for the foreplay because I am already nice and wet.”

“Sure thing.” I pull out my dick from my pants and line up my dick with her pussy and push it in an inch and then out and keep doing that.

“Stop being such a tease and just fuck me already. I really neeeeeeed it.”

” Here you go.” I insert the whole thing in one thrust and really pound her and fast too.”

She really is moaning and purring loud so I kiss her to stop the noise.

“MMM harder, harder, faster, faster.”

I really give it to her and she finally cums all over my dick and I keep pounding her for another minute and I finally cum as she does. I pull out and she takes my cock in her mouth and cleans it off.

“MMM it tastes so good that I think I am getting addicted to it.”

I lay her back down on the desk and put my head between her legs and start licking the cum out of her pussy and the stuff on her pussy and on the desk.

“MMM that felt so good. Too bad school is going to start soon. You better go and get your things and I better get dressed. Thank you and I can’t wait till class.” She said.

“Alright my little shut I will see you in class.” I give her a little spank and a kiss and I leave and get my stuff.

More to come in the future and the fuckfest is in the next story. Please comment on this story and the past one. I really appreciate some positive feedback. Thank you for reading.

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