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To all of you who have written me to offer words of encouragement, I really appreciate it. It is very challenging to write about Sara's world and as the story and characters get more involved and complex it only gets more so. I appreciate all of you who have written words to encourage or critique my writing. As I have said, this is my first attempt at writing and sometimes those of you who request (and sometimes beg) for the next installment are the reason I sit down to pound through some of the more difficult plot elements. So PLEASE don't stop (oh god, oh god, don't stop) sending me your feedback and posting your public comments.

Anyway, this chapter is getting ridiculously long and I have decided to post what I have so far to keep you readers reading. This seems to be a pivotal chapter in the story. I knew after the last chapter that something fundamental would have to change and for a while it was difficult to find what direction the story would go.

I think I have finally found my way although I still have no idea how this story will end. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and please continue to give me feedback. I really do enjoy reading it.

Chapter 6: Pool Party Part 2

I needed to get fucked. Not loved. Not have sex. Fucked. And fucked hard.

I drug Ron into the bathroom and dropped to my knees. I needed his cock. I tugged aggressively at his shorts.

"What got into you?" he asked while helping me free his prick.

"Shut up and fuck me," I grunted.

I took his flaccid cock in my mouth sucking it deep into my warm, wet throat. His dick began to harden in my mouth. Mmmm I had to have him inside me. He groaned as I took encouraged his erection by swirling my tongue across the base of his cock and balls. His prick stiffened and pushed down my throat as I frantically spanked my own clit.

As he grew to his maximum length I stood up and sat between the double sinks of his vanity and drew my knees up to my chest placing my heels on the marble counter top. I spread myself obscenely with my fingers and said, "I need your dick in me now."

He leaned forward placing the tip of his now throbbing cock at the entrance of my dripping pussy and plunged forward into me. I grabbed his ass and slammed him into me deeper. It was all I needed to cum.

Waves of pleasure hit me as I held him tightly and deeply inside me. My cunt spasmed in orgasm. I came in hard, bucking waves, of pleasure. I cried out my pleasure and pulled him deeper into the core of my wet fuck hole.

He was pinned inside me by my hands on his ass, and I could feel his muscles clenching as he tried to pump himself in and out of me. Instead of the normal frenzied bucking of sex, I held him firmly inside of me. I fucked him with only my cunt muscles which were going crazy in orgasm; but I did not let him thrust inside me as he seemed desperate to do. I held him firmly and with my hands and fucked him with only the internal muscles of my body. I squeezed his cock with peristaltic waves sending pleasure to both of us as we joined in urgently in our sex.

I came in another wave as flashes of Rachel's orgasm which I had recently witnessed flashed across the movie screen of my mind. I could hear Ron's animalistic grunts as he enjoyed his own pleasure of the fuck we shared.

I squeezed his cock with my pussy tighter (as tight as I could) and felt him explode inside me, filling me with his hot milky cum. It drove me to another mind bending orgasm and then I felt myself falling into darkness and then I let go completely to the moment and fell into a black abyss of pleasure...

... I groaned as I opened my eyes shivering with delicious pleasure. My pussy was still pulsing in ebbing waves of pleasure as I came down from the cum of a lifetime. Ron held me gently and I smiled at him. "Jesus are you okay?" he asked. "You passed out when you came that last time."

"I'm perfect now." I said and meaning it.

I hugged him tightly feeling his warmth and basked in the glow that only a couple in love can share after such mind bending sex. I kissed him deeply and enjoyed the feeling of our tongues intertwined.

Involuntarily my pussy came alive again and I reached between my own legs to feel the oozing mess of my pussy.

Ron's cock hung glistening and limp between his legs and he smiled as he watched me play with myself. "Again so soon?" he asked. "God you are a slut." he said jokingly.

I smiled and said, "Shut up and make me cum again."

This time he dropped to his knees and pushed my knees apart. Without hesitation he buried his tongue in my slimy cunt and all thoughts left my mind as I leaned back against his mirror and allowed myself to get lost in the softness of his tongue on my most sensitive flesh.

I watched him lick me deeply and enjoyed the sights, sounds, and smells of messy oral sex as he licked me. His face was wet with both of our juices as his tongue probed deeply inside me. I was stretched open from his cock and his tongue reached deeply inside like a soft mini-cock. He expertly licked my wet hole and used the tip of his nose and tongue to expertly massage my throbbing clit. He licked me for almost two minutes before the first rumblings of climax rippled through my abdomen.

I rocked gently as I moved closer and closer, riding the waves of pleasure to the crest of orgasm. This time I came in long slow rythematic waves rather than the violent pounding of the previous climax. I rode those pleasurable waves until the climaxed and once again my pussy contracted but this time the result was a oozing ejaculation of feminine secretion so copious that it rivaled Ron's own orgasm. His mouth was flooded with my essence as well as the remnants of his own. So much so that he hand to back away from my cunt sputtering, our juices running down his chin.

I sighed contentedly as my orgasm subsided and helped Ron to his feet.

"Wow that was new." He said wiping his chin.

"Not new just never in your mouth before," I replied smiling. "I guess you better learn to swallow." I said giggling.

"Very funny. Now do you mind telling me what brought all this on, my horny little vixen?"

"Sure, but while you wash my back." I said and turned on the shower. I recounted to him the events of the past hour while he gently soaped and cleaned every inch of my well fucked body.

After I told him all about watching Rachel finger fuck herself his cock was rock hard again.

"So I see my story has had an effect on you. You aren't lusting after my little niece are you?" I asked teasingly as I stroked his firm soapy cock.

He smiled and said, "I think I will get you a wig and call you Rachel some night while I fuck your ass."

I squeezed his balls tightly and said, "Oh really."

"Kidding!" he yelped in mock agony.

"Too bad maybe I would like that." I said teasingly and continued my expert hand job.

I dropped to my knees for the second time in 30 minutes to suck Ron's cock. This time I wanted his cum on my face and decided to let him live out a fantasy. I took his hand and moved it to his cock and told him to jack off for me.

I turned my face upwards just under the tip and licked it as he stroked. "Pretend I'm Rachel. She has never sucked a cock before. Did you know that?"

I knew my words would turn him on. What guy wouldn't want an oral virgin to have her mouth on his cock for the first time.

I licked tentatively at his tip, feigning lack of experience and asked in a sultry voice, "Do you like it like this?"

He groaned in reply as I licked his tip as he stroked his hard 8 inch cock.

"Am I doing it right, Uncle Ron." I asked in my best Rachel impersonation feeling both silly and turned on at the same time.

At those words he erupted in a geyser of ejaculate painting my face with white stripe after white stripe of hot sticky cum while grunting between clenched teeth, "God yeah you little slut, take it."

I opened my mouth to catch as much of his seed as possible enjoying the flavor and texture on my tongue. When he had emptied himself upon me, he stood on uncertain legs holding his cock and staring at me with wide eyes.

"Wow that really did it for you huh?" I said smiling through the goo.

"Jesus. That was intense." Was all he could say.

I stood up and washed the cum from my face under the stream of hot water and turned to him. "Well that was an interesting incestual fantasy."

"Well it's not that incestual. I am not related to Rachel," he said.

I laughed at the ridiculousness of his statement and said, "Not for you, for me."

"Oh." Was all he could say, and we left it at that, but I made a mental note to talk to Ron about it later. I felt I was on the verge of a potentially (yet another) life altering epiphany, but now was not the time for epiphanies. All I wanted to do was clean up, have a nice dinner, and drink with friends by the pool.

Ron stepped out of the shower before me and toweled off. On a whim I decided to give him a treat for later. I grabbed my razor and proceeded to completely shave my pussy. I love that feeling and the sex with Ron after is always awesome.

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Ron and I returned to the basement 15 minutes later. I was feeling squeaky clean and fully satisfied for the moment, but I was hungry. Michelle, Molinda, and Tim were apparently all in the shower together (typical), and Rachel was thumbing through Ron's music and movie collection.

I had moment of terror realizing that one of those tapes probably was THE tape of me being gang banged and shivered at the thought of Rachel innocently popping it in the VCR and pushing play.

Fortunately that had not happened and I was quick to invite Rachel back to the bar for a drink. Ron went outside to be manly with the grill and a big plate of meat as I mixed martinis for myself and Rachel.

Rachel was grinning ear to ear at me as I mixed her cocktail.

"What are you smiling at?" I asked her.

"Well I was just thinking how nice it must be to get laid in Ron's bathroom." She replied with that award winning grin of hers.

I blushed pink but returned her smile. "How did you know?" I asked.

"Christ I think people in Africa know. I didn't realize you were such a screamer." She said laughing at me. "I'm glad you got yours."

"Hey you got to cum in the sun remember?" I asked needling her back.

Now she blushed. "Okay fair is fair. We both got some today, only mine was a do it yourself job."

I laughed and said, "Drink your martini and quit complaining."

Just then we heard giggles from the bathroom and Rachel said, "Guess I am the only one fucking myself today. Oh and Tim by the pool, but I think he is working on Michelle with round two." And then she laughed again.

I just smiled and wondered if it was Tim or Molinda that was making Michelle giggle and decided not to voice the query.

*******

Dinner was amazing and amusing. Rachel and I joined Ron by the pool as he finished cooking 6 of the most tender steaks I have ever eaten. He opened a bottle of wine and Rachel and I who were already feeling a little mellow enjoyed a glass of cabernet while we awaited the rest of our sextet.

Michelle was the first to meander through the French doors of the basement looking absolutely stunning. She was freshly showered and wore a casual black cover up that covered very little. Her blond hair was dry, but untamed in a very sexy way. She was followed by her two friends, whom I still knew very little about.

Tim was dressed casually in shorts and a golf shirt that showed his muscles well. Molinda, or Molee as Michelle had taken to calling her, was dressed tight black stretch pants and a white pullover shirt. She looked sexy as hell showing off her feminine curves. She and Michelle were like mirror images of each other; one skinny and blond, the other brunette and curvy.

I noticed Rachel was staring at Tim and wondered if she was wishing for another view of his cock. I smiled to myself thinking of it.

We all sat around the large patio table drinking wine and talking. Molinda and Tim were fairly reserved being the new comers to the group, but Michelle made them feel at home with her bubbly personality and stories about Ron, myself, and Rachel. Fortunately she kept most of the m pseudo-clean as I was still somewhat uncomfortable sharing all of my proclivities with Rachel.

As we finished our meal, Ron offered us all after dinner drinks which we all accepted. We moved down by the pool in the summer warmth and continued to enjoy our conversation. Michelle was becoming a little more drunk and raucous as the night wore on.

She was telling in great detail the time she gave her boyfriend a blowjob on a public bus trip to Ohio. I noticed she commanded Rachel's complete attention, and I once again found myself smiling inwardly.

Michelle noticed Rachel's interest in her stories and smiled at her saying, "Nothing like sucking cock eh Rach."

Rachel went pale and then crimson. Michelle laughed heartily at her discomfort. I noticed Tim and Molee laughing, but Tim was smiling lecherously as well. I wondered what nasty thoughts were consuming him. If he was a friend of Michelle's he clearly was not as virginal as Rachel.

Rachel replied, "Honestly I wouldn't know" as she blushed again.

The proverbial hush fell over the crowd at that. Even Michelle was silent as the impact of Rachel's admission washed over the five of us. Only I was not caught off guard. I think everyone had somehow forgotten that Rachel was only an 18 year old girl from the country. It was an easy thing to overlook given her stunning beauty and self confidence.

Michelle patted her arm gently. "I'm sorry hun. I didn't mean to offend you."

Rachel shook her head smiling. "No offense taken; I just have never done that." She replied. Rachel's stock went up a couple of more points with me as we sat there and she honestly revealed such an intimate detail of her sexual life.

Michelle smiled knowing she had done no harm, and said, "Well why the hell not? I mean I am sure guys must be standing in line for you." She asked genuinely curious.

Rachel laughed and said, "Well I am not going to say that there haven't been a few interested, but I just you know didn't really know how to do it. Besides it's not like I am a virgin and I figure if we are going to do it, then I might as well get something out of it too."

Michelle burst out laughing at that. "Oh honey if you don't get anything out of it, you are doing it wrong. Besides its only fair if he is going to go down south on you."

Rachel giggled, "Well I never did that either."

"Oh my God an oral virgin" Michelle exclaimed. "I didn't think there were any left! I hope you took notes earlier." She said winking at Tim.

"Well that was pretty amazing." Rachel said grinning at Tim herself.

Tim just smiled but I noticed a bulge in his pants that came to life as we casually discussed the blowjob he got earlier.

"Well I am a good teacher." Michelle responded. "Just let me know if you have any questions." She said jokingly.

"Well actually..." Rachel began.

At this Michelle was on the edge of her seat. I think it is the most excited I had ever seen her. She absolutely loved talking about this with Rachel. "Spill it girl. What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Well what does it, you know, taste like?"

At that everyone laughed including Ron and I.

"Well it's kind of hard to describe. Besides, I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise when you finally try it." Michelle said. "Let me know if you want to try it, and I will get you a sample." Michelle said laughingly and lecherously looking at Tim.

I had to pee from all the wine so I excused myself and offered to bring a fresh round of drinks on my way back out. No one declined and one thing was certain: Rachel and I were spending the night.

When I returned ten minutes later Michelle had Rachel separated from the group whispering in her ear conspiratorially. I handed out drinks to Tim, Molinda, and Ron and asked, "So what are those two up to?"

Ron shook his head clearly as baffled as I was, and Tim and Molinda were equally silent, but I thought I detected a slight smile on Molinda's face as if she might not know more than she offered. I decided to let it go. Who was this chick anyway? And what kind of fantasy was Michelle fulfilling for her.

Another minute passed and Michelle and Rachel returned to our group grinning like they had just won Powerball.

I decided to just wait and see. Getting a secret out of Michelle could be like pulling teeth when she was not ready to spill it.

After she had sat down and created an appropriate amount of suspense she turned to Ron and said, "Ron, I have to say you throw the best parties ever. I always love coming over here and have never left without a fond memory."

Ron looked confused and said, "Well thanks. I am glad you have fun."

Michelle continued, "Well I hope you don't mind, but since you did say the more the merrier I invited another guest."

Ron looked confused and shrugged and said, "Great who is it?" Michelle just smiled and said cryptically, "Molinda and I will go find her."

I was watching Molinda intently and I thought I noticed a shiver go through her as Michelle took her hand and led her toward the French doors and into the house.

Rachel was grinning from ear to ear as was Tim.

"What's up you two?" I asked.

Rachel just giggled and said, "Michelle made me promise not to say until she gets back."

I was a little irritated, but decided to play it cool. "I see." I was not sure I liked this sudden conspiracy between Michelle and Rachel. I hoped Rachel was careful about what she got herself into.

We all waited in silence as there seemed nothing more to say.

Five minutes turned to ten as my curiosity and anticipation built. Who the hell else was coming to this party and what were we in store for? I hoped it was not someone from my past. Flashes of strippers and anonymous men filled me with dread and (I had to admit) lustful anticipation.

When at last Michelle emerged from Ron's basement she was followed by Molinda, but a different Molinda.

This Molinda wore a black mini-skirt that was too short for public and a ultra tight white tank top that pinned her now braless tits against the thin material. Her hair was free and teased to look slutty. She wore dark mascara that appeared somewhat gothic along with ruby red lipstick that made her lips appear fuller. If I saw her out at a bar, I would think hooker or whore.

Her ensemble was completed with a leather dog collar with silver metal studs. Michelle led her by a leash as if she were her pet.

Michelle was grinning ear to ear as she led Molinda to our group. All four of us watched with mouths open as they approached. Rachel giggled nervously; Ron said nothing; Tim smiled; and I was stunned. What the hell was she thinking and who the hell was Molinda? What was going on here?

Michelle closed the distance between us and brought Molinda to her side. Molinda appeared nervous and she had goose bumps on her arms.

Michelle opened her mouth and said, "May I present to you our party guest. This is "Sweet Molee". You may address her as "Molee" for the duration of her visit. I think you will find her very different than her alter ego Molinda."

No one else could speak a word including Molinda.

Michelle continued, "I see you are all adequately stunned by Molee so I will tell you all a little story that will help clarify some of your confusion."

Michelle truly loved this. She knew she had shocked even me and was pleased with herself. Her grin was devilish, and I knew at that moment that this night was going to be intense for all of us. I glanced at Rachel who mirrored Michelle's grin. She did not seem nervous which made my own nervousness intensified. Jesus did she know where Michelle may lead us? Did she know the possibilities that were in front of us? Why did she seem so damned amused? Hell I was nervous.

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Rachel swam back to the group of skinny dippers that included Molee, Ron, Michelle, and Tim. All of them seemed to admire her confident strokes as her nude body sliced gracefully through the water. I followed admiring both her skill and beauty from the rear perspective.

She was still grinning as she approached the rest of the group who was standing in a semicircle around Molee who obediently waited to be used. I again wondered who she was, but admired the depth of her commitment to her fantasy. Turning control over to Michelle took no small measure of courage.

Michelle seemed to be enjoying Rachel and as she finally stood next to her Michelle said, "So Rachel are you enjoying your evening thus far?"

Rachel beamed at her and said, "Well I have cum more times tonight than I have in the past month, I have had oral sex for the first time, and I have had your sex slave shave my pussy while my aunt, her boyfriend, you, and Tim watched. All in all it's been a good night."

Everyone laughed together easily including me.

Rachel continued, "But I was thinking that since this is a night for new experiences, I would like to borrow your slave to fulfill one of my fantasies if you don't mind."

Michelle raised an eyebrow at this. It seemed out of character for Rachel to be so bold about her fantasies. She was still relatively new to this environment, and I don't think anyone expected her to bring up one of her own fantasies. "What did you have in mind?" Michelle asked.

"Well" Rachel began, "I was thinking that this night seems to have centered around me and not Molee. I know she is your ‘property', but it's also her fantasy. So I think she needs to be used for more fun, as long as you are willing. After all she is your slut tonight so I want your permission to use her to fulfill a fantasy of mine."

Michelle was grinning now and no one else was speaking. Everyone stared at Michelle to see what she would say.

"Well what is your fantasy?" Michelle asked.

Rachel grinned back and said, "Well I want you to loan me Molee under the same conditions and rules you set forth earlier. I just want to be in control of her for awhile, and everyone is still bound by the same rules. Would you agree to that?"

Michelle thought for a moment wondering if there was a trap being set, but unable to see it.

For the first time in my life, I saw Michelle at a loss for words. "So what you are saying is you would have the final say over what she does, not me?"

"Yes.", Rachel replied.

I glanced at Molee and saw gooseflesh on her whole body. This night was taking an unexpected turn and she was visible excited and more than a little terrified about what might come next.

Michelle cocked her head and said, "Well why don't you tell me the details before I decide?"

Rachel just grinned, "I am sorry, but that would ruin my fantasy, but I understand your concern. You are afraid I will make something happen that you would not. So how about we make this deal. I get Molee for the next few hours, and I promise not to ask anyone here to do anything more than they have done and enjoyed tonight."

Michelle thought about it some more and could not find the loop hole Rachel must certainly have in mind.

"What's the worst that can happen Michelle? I mean the most anyone could do is fuck her, shave her, or lick her pussy. Isn't that what she is here for?", Rachel asked.

Michelle sighed and said, "Well if you promise that the only thing that you will make her do is fuck then I'm game."

Rachel's grin widened wolfishly as if she had just negotiated the Louisiana Purchase. Michelle was still confused as were the rest of us, but I knew enough of Rachel's word games that something incredible was going to happen. I just could not see it.

Rachel walked slowly over to Molee who was visibly shivering now. Her nipples were excited and looked like pink pencil erasers framed over milky white breasts. Rachel was smiling at her and moved closer to her until her lips were inches away from her ear.

"Relax, it's going to be soooo good." I heard her whisper seductively. This only heightened Molee's excitement and a tremor coursed through her.

Rachel moved slowly behind Molee who stood motionless in the water. We all stared openly at her waiting to see what she/they would do. Michelle stood next to me and I saw her draw deep breath watching these two beautiful women, naked and exposed before us.

Rachel continued talking to Molee in a voice that was just audible to the rest of us. "Did you hear that? You Mistress just gave you to me."

Molee said nothing but was biting her bottom lip.

Rachel moved her right hand around Molee's waist and gently drew her back against her until her back was pressed lightly against her body. Her hand slowly and gently caressed Molee's stomach and moved upward to her right breast. She massaged her nipple causing another tremor to go through the submissive Molee.

"Answer me." Rachel said a little more sternly.

"Yes.", Molee instantly replied.

Now Rachel pinched her nipple tightly between her thumb and index finger. Give a slight twist she took Molee to the edge of pain and said, "Yes what?"

"Yes Mistress.", Molee said with a cracking voice.

Rachel immediately released her nipple and Molee relaxed slightly. We all stood gawking at the scene before us. Never before had I seen anyone exhibit more self confidence or control than Rachel did now. The two of them together were like Yin and Yang. Control and Obedience. Master and Slave. It was awesome.

"And do you give yourself to me as you did to Michelle?" Rachel asked.

"Yes Mistress," Molee responded quivering as she said it.

"Very good." Rachel said. "And would you like to hear about what is going to happen in the next few hours? I believe they would." Rachel whispered and for the first time acknowledged the rest of us.

I looked over to Ron who stood next to Tim. Both of their dicks were hard watching this exchange. I was also aroused and noticed my own nipples were erect and tingling, as were Michelle's.

"Yes Mistress," came the breathless reply from Molee.

Rachel was smiling at us over Molee's shoulder. Rachel reached completely around Molee with both of her hands now and took her nipples in her finger and began to massage them as she spoke.

"Well Molee I think you are not the slut that Michelle has played you up to be. In fact I think all of this is as new to you as it is to me. But I also think you want to be slut and indulge all of those fantasies that roam around inside that sexy head of yours. I think you are loving all of this but you need someone to ‘make' you do them so you don't feel guilty."

Molee trembled at the intensity of Rachel's words, and revealed the truth of her voice. Her body was aroused, but she was also slowly being stripped emotionally with Rachel's help.

Rachel continued, "I bet deep down you have fantasized about getting fucked and sucked in every way imaginable, but you are too afraid to act on those feelings. I bet you wonder, ‘What would my mom say? What would my husband say? This is dirty and I shouldn't feel this way.'"

Molee was shivering now and tears slowly trickled out of her eyes as Rachel forced her to face the truth of herself. The psychology of her fantasy laid out before her while in the context of her role as Molee visibly affected her. Her knees were weak and threatened not to hold her weight. Rachel held her up as she spoke to her as if they were alone.

Rachel was whispering now and I strained to hear her, "So you found a loop hole. You gave control to someone else and now everything that happens to you is their responsibility not yours. But deep down you really want to be the slut, but you are too afraid."

I was surprised at how cruel Rachel seemed. Michelle acted as if she might intercede, but I grabbed her by the elbow gently and stopped her. I wanted to see what Rachel would do, and I didn't believe she would intentionally hurt Molee.

Rachel continued, "So now that I own you, I think I will give you exactly what you want, but first I want to hear you say it. Tell me you're a slut." Rachel paused still rolling Molee's nipple between her fingers.

"I am a slut." Molee said in a whispered voice that cracked when she spoke.

"Say, ‘I love to fuck'," Rachel continued.

"I love to fuck." Molee said bolder now, but still with tears welling in her eyes.

"Say, ‘I love to lick pussy'."

"I love to lick pussy." Molee echoed.

"Say, ‘I love to suck cock'."

"I love to suck cock," the cadence continued.

Rachel paused but continued to roll Molee's nipples gently between her fingers, heightening her arousal.

We all watched with bated breath to see what Rachel would do next. She clearly was in charge here, and she played the role of puppet master well.

The sexual tension was intense and I felt like we had all just stepped through the looking glass.

Rachel spoke softly in her ear now, "Well I am going to give you exactly what you want, but you must enjoy it. Do you understand? You get to be the slut you dreamed of tonight. You can let go of everything except the sound of my voice and your desire to please me and yourself. You will do everything I say. You have no choice. You can let your fantasy be my fault, and you can live out all of those dirty little things you want to do. All you have to do is fulfill my fantasy. Will you do that Molee? Will you fuck anyone and everyone I ask you to, but no others? Will you let me have my fantasy through you?"

Rachel stopped abruptly and waited for her answer. I was aware that I had stopped breathing. Everyone had. This was intense. What was her fantasy? What would she do?

"Yes Mistress. I will fuck anyone you ask and no others." Molee replied speaking as softly as her new Mistress.

Rachel moved pulled Molee closer to her yet and slid her tongue across the back of her neck erotically. Molee shivered and I was reminded of the moment in St. Louis when Michelle licked our driver's ear. It was quick, subtle, and incredibly erotic to witness.

Then she took Molee's hand and led her closer to us and said, "Molee has agreed to let me live out my fantasy by letting me direct hers. Since we have all agreed to participate in this "Game" (I shuddered involuntarily at that word) I have decided to let Molee be the slut she seems so desperate to be. I am going to take her in the house and blind fold her and tie her up. She will be our sex toy for the night."

Molee was trembling with anticipation at Rachel's words. She seemed aroused, eager, and hesitant all mixed together. I imagined how she must be feeling. I think she was anxious to get to the house because she involuntarily took a step toward the pool ladder, but Rachel pulled her back.

"However there is one other restriction." Rachel began. Her came the catch. I knew it. I bit my bottom lip involuntarily in anticipation.

She continued, "I want Michelle to watch Molee tonight." Rachel moved closer to Michelle who was equally eager to ‘get to the fucking' (a phrase she often used). Rachel moved in close to Michelle until her lips were less than an inch away from hers.

She spoke gently and erotically as if only to Michelle. "You see I want you to watch your slave have her ultimate fantasy lived out, but you must not touch her, or any of the rest of us. You are just going to watch tonight."

Rachel's wet lips inches away from Michelle's was an incredibly erotic visual effect. Her voice was sensuous and Michelle expected to lean in to kiss her. Instead Rachel turned her head slowly and brought her hand up toward Michelle's hardened nipples. She did not touch her, but acted as if she might, further driving Michelle's erotic anticipation. Her hands were less than an inch away from Michelle's skin, but she did not make contact. Michelle must have been dying with desire.

Rachel continued, "This is the closest any of us will come to you tonight. You get to be our ‘fly on the wall'. I want you to watch Molee perform for you. You get to be the audience for her show. I don't even want you to touch yourself. Just watch."

When she finished Rachel licked her own lips gently, but did not touch Michelle's. Michelle's lips were still only inches from Rachel's and I could almost feel the sexual desire burning out of Michelle. Michelle was always the one to push limits not to have them imposed.

With that she slowly backed away from Michelle and took Molee's hand. She led her willingly out of the pool and into the house.

We silently watched her leave in the moonlight; each of us contemplating our own desires and wondering if Michelle could abide by her word and let this fantasy happen without joining in.

Michelle for herself stood transfixed and frustrated. She was speechless at her predicament. Ron was the first to move and with a smile and a glance at me, made his way out of the pool. Tim and I followed him and Michelle brought up the rear.

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When I stepped into the relative light of the downstairs, I saw Rachel pushing Molee gently onto the couch. The warm glow of the overhead lights highlighted the tight curves of Rachel's body. The vision of her nude and in a sexual situation with another woman was intense. My stomach tightened and I was once again aware of my own nudity. The reality of the moment hit me hard, but it also excited me beyond words.

Tim and Ron were obviously aroused and slowly moved toward the slave and mistress, uncertain as to their role. Michelle stood silently and watched intently as Rachel focused all of her attention on Molee. She gently pushed Molee's arms to the back of the couch where she was told sternly to keep them. Molee complied without hesitation.

Rachel pushed Molee's knees gently apart opening her glistening, shaved pussy. Molee was biting her bottom lip in anticipation. Then Rachel reached into a small tote bag next to the couch that I surmised was Molee's. She removed a blindfold and gently placed it over Molee's eyes.

"Mmmmm" I heard Molee whimper.

Ron and Tim took up a position on the love seat across from the couch and watched intently. I took a spot between them while Michelle merely stared as she stood transfixed.

After securing the blindfold on Molee's eyes Rachel grinned at us and moved across the room and retrieved a bar stool from the wet bar. She placed it about 6 feet directly in front of Molee's spread pussy and motioned to Michelle. "You sit here please and remember the rules."

Michelle was not pleased, but said nothing. She sat naked on the stool as instructed.

Ron's cock was hard and I could almost see his pulse in the tip which I estimated at about 120 beats per minute. Tim was in much the same condition. I myself was hornier than I had ever been and I fought the urge to touch my own clit knowing I would cum immediately.

Rachel then stood before us, ignoring Michelle completely. She silently approached Tim and took his hand. She glanced at his huge, hard cock and smiled. Ron watched both excited and somewhat disappointed he was not chosen. Chosen for what we did not know.

Rachel smiled at us, and I had a moment where the surreal events of the moment hit me. Here I was naked, with my boyfriend who was also naked and hard, watching as my niece was about to either fuck Tim or watches him fuck Molee, all while Michelle sat silently naked on a barstool.

Rachel seemed to read my mind and whispered to us, "Relax Aunt Sara, it's all good."

And then to Ron: "And don't look so sad, you get sloppy seconds."

Ron grinned and I noticed his cock oozed pre-cum, as my pussy tingled with excitement. I reached over and rubbed his cock with my hand slowly up and down using his ooze as lubricant.

Rachel led Tim to the quivering, horny slut on the couch and made him kneel before her. Rachel kneeled behind him and once again reached into Molee's bag. This time she came up with the bottle of KY lubricant and liberally drizzled it onto Tim's cock. Tim sighed at the feeling of the lube gently coating his thick hard member.

Rachel slowly began stroking Tim's huge cock that was inches away from Molee's gaping pussy. She spoke to Molee. "You want a big dick in you, slut? I have a huge cock in my hand right now and in a few seconds it's going to be in you. You don't even know whose dick it is, but it's going to fuck you. You want it don't you."

"God Yes Mistress." Molee replied in a voice thick with lust.

Rachel positioned the tip of Tim's thick slippery cock at Molee's wet oozing cunt. "I bet that feels good doesn't it?" Rachel teased.

"Oh God…. Oh God Yes." Molee responded quivering in desire.

Without warning Rachel pushed violently on Tim's ass pushing his cock into Molee deeply.

Molee came immediately screaming out her pleasure in her violation. "Oh Jesus fuck yeah," she cried as her body went into a rolling spasm of orgasmic pleasure.

Tim began pumping in and out of her. I watched mesmerized as Tim's ass cheeks clenched and relaxed as he fucked Molee hard. Rachel reached between his legs and grasped his balls gently and began to rub them.

"FUCK THAT SLUT", Rachel yelled. "FUCK HER HARD TILL YOU CUM IN HER PUSSY".

Molee was rolling from one orgasm to the next and Tim was grunting with each thrust and he seemed to race toward his own orgasm. Rachel pushed gently on his balls increasing the intensity of his pleasure.

Ron's cock was spasming in my hand and I slowed the tempo of my strokes to prevent him from cumming all over himself and me. I knew he wanted to fuck Molee, and part of me was curious as to how that would play out. My own role in this fantasy was still uncertain and I was equally uncertain about what I would allow to happen. The only thing that I was certain about was that at some point I had to get fucked again. I needed to cum so badly it was almost physically painful. I wondered if I was feeling a female version of "blue balls" and smiled inwardly at the thought.

Suddenly Tim grunted and I recognized the tell tale loss of control that signaled male orgasm. Rachel ran her fingers gently across his balls as he thrust into Molee in deep purposeful strokes.

Rachel was talking dirty to him as he came. "Fuck that's it. Fill her pussy with your cum. Empty those big balls into that dirty whore."

This went on for about 15 seconds until Tim collapsed on top of Molee. Both were heaving and panting in post orgasmic exhaustion. Rachel let Tim have a brief moment of rest before pulling him back from Molee. His cock slid out of her and Molee groaned at its absence. Rachel did not let Tim speak but merely led him back to our couch. His cock was beginning to wilt but it was still impressively large and covered with Molee's juices and KY jelly.

Rachel then walked slowly over to Michelle. "Wow that was hot huh?" she teased. Michelle refused or could not speak. Rachel moved closer to Michelle until her lips were a mere inch from hers. I thought she might kiss Michelle and watched her intently. Instead she only said, "Watch your slave be my slave and love it."

Then she turned to leave Michelle to stew in her own juices of burning lust (both figuratively and literally).

Rachel approached the love seat again and was grinning at me. I smiled back at her, but it was like looking at a different person. She was in control here like I never could have imagined, and part of me liked it.

Then she went to Ron and whispered, "Your next."

Ron was a little uncertain, but I nudged him and he willingly moved forward. I was not about to deny him this moment. I knew he fantasized about Rachel from our tryst earlier in the bathroom, and I knew his excitement would come as much from Rachel's presence as Molee's pussy.

Ron took up a position in front of Molee much like Tim had done. Her pussy was absolutely covered in a mixture of Tim and her own secretions. She was trembling from the intensity of her own orgasm that still had not fully run its course through her body.

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As Nicole and I prepare for the party that Deb and Todd had invited us to I watched her carefully. She had a body that a lot of 20 year olds would envy though she was pushing 35. She had gorgeous long tanned legs leading up to a perfectly rounded ass that she loved to have spanked. Her stomach was still hard and flat from all the exercise she got working at a health club. Her tits were still very firm 36C cups with hardly any sag at all. Nikki, as I called her, kept her auburn hair in a short hairstyle I loved. She was always catching guys, and sometimes ladies, glancing at her. I felt very lucky to have her, especially since my dear Nikki was a freak when it came to sex. There were few things she hadn't or wouldn't try. She especially enjoyed spanking, one of my favorites, and public sex sometimes wanting to combine the two.

Anyway, as I watched her dressing, putting on the red thong panties, garter belt, and black stockings, my cock started to stir in my jeans. She saw it and laughed, "Whoa big boy, slow down. You had better save that for the party."

As I knew that Deb and Todd were pretty sexual and had a lot of swinger friends I knew this evening would be something special and Nikki had just confirmed my feelings. I smiled at her and asked innocently, "You mean for after the party?" and just grinned as I pulled on my snakeskin boots. Nikki smiled a devilish smile and pulled her tight little black mini-dress over her head and smoothed it over her gorgeous ass. The dress came to just below her crotch and left little to the imagination, especially with her skipping the bra. Her nipples already started to stiffen and poke out. I pulled on a black silk shirt, tucked it in, and zipped up my pants with some difficulty over my now erect cock. Again Nikki laughed at me so I gave her a good swat on her ample bottom for fun. "Ouch!" she said " Keep that up and we won't get there" shaking her bottom at me. Now it was my turn to grin.

As we drove she talked about the party and how exciting it would be as Deb had dreamed up a party game that would make things pretty hot, but she wouldn't tell me anymore about it.

Soon we were pulling into the long drive to Todd and Deb's house. The front lawn was all lit up with party lights while guests arrived and joined some already standing in the yard talking and getting to know each other.

As we parked Deb came over to greet us with a hug and a very sexy kiss for both of us. Deb and Nikki had been 'more than friends' during their college roommate days. She invited us in and told us there were 10 couples invited and all but one was here now.

We went into a dining room where others were getting to know each other and Deb told us Todd would be back in a minute as he was finishing up the meal. She then suggested we all go into the living room, and called in the others from the front lawn. Making sure we all had drinks she welcomed us all as Todd walked in and said "Hi" to everyone. All the couples were fairly attractive people in their mid 30's, of course this was no big surprise. Todd and Deb seemed to attract people such as these, being the fun-loving couple they were.

Deb started to tell us about the evening's game: "After dinner we will come back here for drinks, at which time I will bring out 2 boxes. Each box has 22 cards in it with directions written on it for the one who draws. The first box is fairly mild- some kissing and removal of clothing and a little fondling. But the second box of 22 cards gets very explicit and very sexy. This is your one chance to back out of the game but please don't decide until after the meal. Now, dear Todd has made us a feast, so I think we should enjoy it. Let's go into the dining room, shall we?"

My mind was whirling all through the meal, thinking of all the possibilities the boxes presented. It seems we all were, as made very clear by all the questions Deb and Todd refused to answer during the feast. I could hardly wait to finish it. However, if I had known how this evening would turn out I may have thought differently...

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I look back on it and think how interesting it is that certain small minor events in life, a traffic light is green instead of red or a decision to stop and admire a dress in the window of a store, can have profound effects on life's outcomes. I believe there is a principle in science called 'The Butterfly Effect' where a small change in air pressure in China (the flapping of a butterflies wings) ends up setting in motion a chain of events that end up causing a hurricane in the Atlantic ocean.

It was almost a year now since Ron and I had started playing our little game of fantasy exchange and in many ways I had fundamentally changed as a person. I sometimes wondered if that day in his house alone, I would not have looked in that shoe box. Where would we be now? Would we even be together?

I guess I will never know, but the fact is, I did look and we are so wonderfully together.

I was sitting at my cubicle at work organizing my calendar when a chain of events began to fulfill a sexual fantasy that I had sent to Ron weeks before. It started with a phone call.

My phone rang and I was in the middle of work and for a brief instant I considered letting it go to voicemail, but then I was also waiting to talk to my boss about a project I had started for her.

"Hello, this is Sara." I answered.

"Hi you." Ron's voice said in a relaxed tone.

I smiled in spite of myself, and all thoughts of work left me. I had not talked to him since I had slept over at his house the previous weekend.

"Hey I wondered if you were going to ever call me, or if you were just using me last weekend.", I said teasingly.

Ron laughed and said, "Well you fuck pretty good so I thought you deserved at least another date."

I laughed and knew he must be working from home. I could not banter with him in my cubicle environment so I changed the subject.

"Yeah Yeah, I am a woman of many talents. So how are you?"

"Good." He replied. "Great in fact. If you are free, I think you should be at the Hilton after work. There is someone who would like to meet you."

"Really who?" I asked intrigued now.

"Just check your in box." He said with a giggle and hung up.

I held the dead receiver in my hand with white knuckles and my heart raced. Was tonight the night? Holy shit it's a fucking Tuesday and it's only been a week since we decided to continue the game.

I thought about the implications and the short notice and my stomach was a molten core of nerves. A thin sheen of sweat coated my upper lip, but my nipples were suddenly hard as pebbles. Jesus my fantasy was tonight? That was too fast. How could he have set it up? What had he set up?

I stood there transfixed with the receiver held to my ear. Slowly I put it down its cradle and glanced guiltily around feeling like my co-workers would somehow know something dirty was going through my mind.

Obviously that was my overactive imagination as everyone in the office was working as usual. No one stared at me with penetrating, knowing eyes seeing what fantasies played on the movie screen of my mind.

I smiled to myself enjoying the moment as if I was holding a secret that they would be shocked to know. It was an arousing feeling to live this life of fantasy within the context of my normal life and no one knew. I sometimes imagined what Shiela my cubical neighbor would say if she knew of the things I had done. She would probably transfer to another department.

I sat down in my chair savoring the feeling and adrenaline rush of a secret about to be revealed. I opened my private web mail (that I hoped really was private) and typed in my username and password. I glanced around nervously to make sure no one was watching and clicked the sign in button.

The screen blinked and I was surprised. "No New Messages" was prominently displayed. I knew Ron would never send me a provocative email to my work account, but I checked it just the same. I leaned back nervously in my chair wondering if the internet was running slow today. I forced myself to wait a full two minutes before clicking the refresh button on my browser. Still there was nothing.

I took a deep breath, confused and unsure of what to do. Ron had told me to check my in box. I considered calling him back, but he had hung up on me suggesting that was all the information I needed.

I glanced around the office once more to make sure I was not being scrutinized and pondered what to do. Then my skin went cold and butterflies rolled hard within my stomach. 'Oh my God,' I thought as realization hit me. But he would never have done that. Would he? I am sure I must have gone pale even thinking the thoughts I was thinking.

Nervously I stood up and started walking down the hall. It took all of my self control not to run. Jesus was he insane?

I turned the corner and ran into my boss. She was a classy lady in her mid 40's with an amazing figure that was whispered about by her male colleagues. She dressed impeccably and most impressively she was genius smart. She was hard to work for because she was so driven, but she was also fair and was frighteningly loyal to her teams.

I loved her.

"Sara are you alright?", she asked as I nearly bowled her over coming around the corner. "You look a little put out."

I tried to smile, but I was nervous. "Er... fine. Sorry." I stammered not knowing what else to say.

She took my hand and made me stand still. "Really now is everything ok?" Her eyes bore into me and I was sure I looked guilty. One of her many talents was being able to see into people and understand them.

"Yeah really everything is fine, I just er forgot something I need to do."

She appraised me and said, "Well if everything is fine, I wanted to tell you I thought you did a great job on that report the other day. I would like to discuss it with you in my office later. Stop by before you leave for the day."

I nodded and tried to look calm as I walked away from her briskly. I could feel her eyes on my back.

As soon as I rounded the outside of the cubicle farm I pushed open a side door and raced down a deserted office corridor. On the far wall was another room that I rarely visited and pushed my way into. Inside was the mail room with an office in back where clerks sorted and delivered mail to a public row of open boxes each with a name labeled on the front.

No one was in the mail room except one of the late afternoon clerks who was busy photocopying ad copy for a client under the glow of fluorescent lights. I smiled at him tentatively and he nodded. I walked to the third column of make shift mail boxes and found my last name.

I peered tentatively in the box expecting something. It was empty.

I breathed a sigh that was both filled with relief and confusion. I should have known Ron would never send something from our "Game" to my work place even if it was sealed. These mail boxes were not secure and anyone that worked for the company could see or even take the contents of any mail box. It was ironic that the company had recently installed post 9-11 metal detectors and cameras on every floor of the building, but failed to invest in 10 dollar locks for something as sensitive as mail could be.

I must have breathed my sigh of relief out loud as the mail guy turned to me and asked, "Are you okay?"

I turned and noticed him for the first time. He was a young man (almost boyish) and I could tell from his bright orange badge that he was one of our interns from the local college for the year. They called them 'pledge' badges because the bright orange marked them as interns that were only here for a semester. They were universally hated by the college kids. This one was stamped with the name "Gary" in black block letters.

Gary was a handsome young man in his early 20's at my guess but was awkward and uncomfortable in the way that we are when we are out in the world and not yet experienced enough to know how to handle it. I smiled at him and also at myself and said, "Yes. I'm sorry I thought I had forgotten a package."

Gary smiled back and said, "Oh well we don't generally put packages out there, not that we get many. The packages are kept in the closet in the supply room."

I nodded never knowing the intricate inner workings of the mail room, and must have appeared either interested or stupid because Gary seemed to brighten at the idea of teaching me what he did every day.

"You see," he began, "if we get a package we mark it as received with a date stamp and then tag it with a blue card that has identical numbers on both ends. We then tear the ticket in half and put half of the tag in the mail box of the person the package is for. It's kind of like how they do baggage claim at the airport."

I nodded, not knowing what else to do. Was I really listening to a college kid tell me about mail? I was, but was so dumbfounded by the conversation I just listened.

"So, if you have a blue tag you have a package." Gary concluded.

I nodded again as he came toward me. "Are you sure you are alright?" he asked.

"Fine." I said and then Gary was at my side.

He looked into my mail box which was about two inches above my sight line. He smiled and said, "Looks like you're gonna fuck, after all." As he pulled a blue tag out of the back of my mailbox that I had overlooked.

"WHAT did you say?" I asked him with both panic and anger in my voice.

Gary looked at me, confused and afraid. He stammered, "I said it looks like you are in luck after all." He blushed holding the blue tag out toward me like a peace offering.

It was my turn to blush. "I'm sorry. I just....." my voice trailed off. "Never mind. So can you get me my package?" I asked my heart racing.

"Of course." He said taking the ticket back and seeming to be happy to go back into the clerk's office and away from the crazy bitch (aka me).

He returned a minute later with a brown cardboard box that was approximately 18 inches square. He held it out and I took it from him slowly. I wasn't breathing. I held in my hands an artifact of 'The Game' and I was standing in the mail room of my office building.

I felt the world spin a bit as the reality of my fantasy world and the real world crashed together. I felt off balance the way one might feel if Daffy Duck stepped through the television set and shook your hand.

The box was real. Sara was real. The game was fantasy where Sara took the back seat and watched as her alter ego, Slutty Sara, do all the things her carnal mind imagined. But here was Sara and a possession of her alter egos.

It was out of context. I was out of context and didn't know who I was at that moment. I felt trapped between who I was and who I sometimes pretended to be. The dislocation was intoxicating and I felt both the terror and excitement as if this was that first moment we ever played this most interesting game.

I took the box from Gary. Part of me wanted to just let go, rip his clothes off, and fuck him on top of the photocopier, and part of me was terrified that I had even entertained the thought. This was not a strip club in St. Louis or a party at Ron's for God's sake. This was my work. My life. But somewhere in my mind my alter ego lingered.

As if the thought was printed on my forehead, Gary turned away from me as if suddenly self conscious. I smiled in spite of myself and turned to leave him.

Across the hall was a women's bathroom. I darted inside and thankfully was alone. I splashed cold water on my face and stared at myself in the mirror. I was Sara again albeit a little flushed. I stared at the box sitting on the vanity next to me. I felt suddenly nervous like a drug addict who realizes while in line at the airport security terminal he has forgotten to empty his overnight bag of the two ounces of coke he hid there.

What the hell was I going to do with that box? I couldn't carry it around all day, but no way was it going to be left under my desk in my cubicle. I vowed to get even with Ron for this.

I took a deep breath and picked up my box and went to the last stall. It was the handicapped stall so I had more room. I gently set the box down on the floor and stared at it for a minute.

Finally I mustered my courage and pulled the tape on the top of the box. It ripped away with a loud tearing sound that startled me in the small confines of the ladies room.

I nervously listened to make sure I was still alone before opening the flaps of cardboard. I was tingling despite myself and my nipples were rock hard. Although I was nervous and a little terrified of having my alter ego visit me at work, deep down I was also boiling with anticipation at what I might find.

My body betrayed my nerves and the familiar butterflies of nervousness gave way to tingles that dance across my nipples and clitoris. I licked my lips involuntarily and opened the box.

I stared down into bubble rap. I could not tell what the box concealed, but on the very top was a single sheet of blue paper folded in half. My name was written in familiar handwriting on the side facing me. I picked it up gently.

The sound of the door startled me. Someone had just come into the ladies room. I quickly stood and dropped my skirt and sat on the toilet as if I expected them to look below the stall doors and wonder what I was doing. I smiled to myself even as I was blushing.

I listened as two women I didn't recognize talked.

"She's such a bitch. I can't believe I have to work Saturday. I was supposed to go to the zoo with my kids." The first woman said.

"That sucks. I was planning on spending the day with my boyfriend." Woman number two commiserated.

Water began running and one of the women entered the stall next to mine.

I sat silently wondering what I should do. I held the letter in one hand and the box was at my feet. Thank god for the bubble rap. Even if they knew I was here at least there was no chance of them seeing what was in the box.

Suddenly I sneezed without warning.

The two women stopped talking immediately, obviously they thought they were alone.

"Hello? Is someone else in here?" one of them called nervously wondering who had overheard their conversation.

"Hello." I said. "Just Sara."

The sigh of relief was audible. They had no idea who I was.

"Sorry, just thought we were alone." a voice called from the stall next door.

"No problem." I said, wondering who in the hell would talk to some stranger on a toilet.

I reached for the toilet paper roll to blow my nose when it happened. The paper I held dropped from my fingers and fluttered toward the floor. My heard stopped and I grabbed for it losing my balance and nearly falling off my seat. I watched in horror as the blue paper fluttered one last time and then managed to slide under the wall and into the adjacent bathroom stall.

"What's this?" the woman asked.

My heart was pounding and my face flushed. "Sorry," I said trying not to let the edge in my voice show. "That was in my pocket and it fell."

Silence followed for what felt like a year and then finally a hand appeared under my stall wall. "Okay well here you go." The voice said.

I looked down and saw the familiar blue paper held between two slender fingers with red nail polish. I snatched the paper from the hand and said, "Thanks."

I clutched the paper to my chest willing my heart to slow down.

I dared not move. I had almost paid a horrible price for this game. What was I thinking? I should never have opened the box.

Two minutes later the women exited the restroom and left me alone, heart pounding sitting on a toilet clutching a now crumpled piece of blue paper to my chest. It was unfathomable to me that another person outside of my fantasy life had actually touched an artifact of the game.

I kept picturing those slender fingers holding the paper casually between the finger tips, but in the reply in my mind at the last second they snatch the paper way from me. Before I can do anything I hear the woman say, "Oh my God." And then hurry from the bathroom. I imagine how fast that memo would travel throughout the office and wonder what hell I would endure knowing that my co-workers would see me everyday and think, "Slut" or "Whore".

I would have to quit.

But that scenario only happened in my mind. Even still, my face flushed and heart beat wildly at the thought. What was I doing? I asked myself for the millionth time since I had met Ron.

But under it all, if I am honest, there was something more. My face was not the only thing that seemed to flush. My nipples were like diamonds inside my bra even now and I found myself squeezing the muscles of my pussy involuntarily. When I became consciously aware of these responses I flushed again.

After waiting a full two minutes, I opened the box again, slowly as if expecting a jack in the box to come springing out of it.

I intended to replace the note and reseal the box until I could find a more appropriate place to unpack it and digest its contents and implications in private.

Instead, spontaneously, as if possessed by another woman, I pulled out the bubble wrap and peered inside.

At the bottom of the box lay a pair of black high heal shoes, a black mini-skirt, a conservative white blouse, a make up kit, pantyhose, black thong underwear, an electronic hotel key with the number 801 written on it, and a bottle of lubricant.

My mouth was dry as I opened the note and read:

Sara --

I think I understand this fantasy of yours. If I am right it is about risk and submission. Your words said, "I want to be a hooker for a night", and I must admit, I wondered, 'why?'. Hookers fuck for money, but I don't think that is why you want this.

I think you want to be 'used' for pleasure to explore what men want and if you can provide it. I think you want to fuck someone who you do not know or care about or who does not know or care about you. I think you want to see if you can please a man and explore pleasure yourself on a purely sexual and transactional level. I also think you like the risk involved, but I will not put you in physical jeopardy for a fantasy.

I have arranged for your fantasy to come true, but to make it more real it will not be without risk. Your 'client' is a man named Robert. He is a business associate of mine from Europe. Your ability to please him will have a direct affect on my ability to work with him in the future, so the risk you are taking is mine. He is a significant client to me, and he is also a pervert who loves hookers. I know he would not harm you, but he will expect quality service and I have assured him I have arranged a 'date he will never forget'.

So you get to be his 'trick'. He will pay you $1000.00 for two hours of your time. He is in room 1099 and is expecting you at 7pm. Good luck, and I look forward to hearing about your fantasy tonight over drinks when you finish with Robert. Come to my house at 11:00.

Love Ron.

I was stunned. I sat in the stall of the women's room reeling. My stomach was in knots. Was he crazy? Making me a real hooker for something that could cost him his business God knew how much money.

Jesus.

Could I do this? For the first time in the game I felt trapped. I mean the Hilton was only across the street. What if someone I knew was there? But I couldn't really get out of this now. It was my fantasy after all, and Ron did have something to lose. Fuck.

I checked my watch. It was 4:41 pm. Good God, less than 3 hours.

I took a deep breath and examined the contents of the box more closely. The clothes were expensive and well made, but they were not conservative. The skirt was a little too short and the blouse a little too tight. I imagined walking through the hotel lobby. My outfit alone screamed 'call girl', and of course, that was the role I was playing.

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Rachel and I spent the morning plotting and the afternoon shopping. Rachel was enjoying herself and was filled with excitement and nervous energy. And truthfully I was enjoying the 'first time high' vicariously through her. We began our day at the mall in Victoria Secrets, and I think we confused more than a few clerks who could not decide if I was a super liberal mom helping her daughter pick things out or a lesbian into young women.

We browsed through a variety of lingerie and provocative underwear without really finding something that was 'perfect'. We had discussed different ideas for the fantasy and the mechanics of how we would 'play it', but never really settled on anything concrete. The only thing we decided was that is should be very visually arousing with a quality of unreality and fantasy to it.

After coffee we went to shop for inspiration. An hour later we had yet to find it.

We stopped at Starbucks for more caffeine and over double Latte's the only thing we had purchased was a candle and a large bottle of lubricant. Rachel sighed and said, "Jeez this is harder than I thought." She was not complaining, and rather looked like she was enjoying herself despite our inability to find any 'costumes' worthy of a very crazy fantasy.

"Don't worry Rachel", I said, "We will find something."

She smiled and said, "Looking is kind of fun. It is actually kind of a turn on."

She blushed a bit and I grinned back and said, "Anticipation is a turn on."

"God it is isn't it." She replied with fervor. "Ron must be dying."

I laughed and said, "I hope so. If I was not such a cool chick, I might rip his balls off for even suggesting such a thing."

Rachel giggled and said, "You would never rip off his balls. You like them too much. Besides, fucking me isn't really THAT out there for a guy's fantasy. Is it?".

I laughed and said, "Well no, but fucking your girlfriends teen age niece is not something most guys suggest, even if they think about it."

"Hey I am almost 20."

We both laughed at that and then Rachel said with a gleam in her eye, "You know I have an idea."

I said, "What?" and she only stared through me. Clearly she was thinking and I could almost see devil's horns appear over her head.

"What???" I asked again.

She only smiled and took my hand. "Come with me. I know a store where I think we might find something fun."

She took my hand and pulled me out of the Starbucks and into the mall. She was nearly running in her excitement and I nearly spilled my coffee. "Slow down", I called.

She turned and was grinning like the devil and said, "Oh he is going to love this. And so are you."

"What?!?", I asked.

She smiled again and started to tell me. Her words were spilling out of her faster and faster as she went. After a few minutes we were both smiling and then we were both hurrying through the mall.

I did love it. It was an interesting idea and I wondered how Ron would react. I looked forward to finding out. I had a feeling this was going to make his fantasy even dirtier than he imagined.

* * * * * * *

Three hours later we returned to my apartment with enough bags that we nearly both collapsed from carrying them from the cab to the door. Rachel went to the fridge and got a bottled water and handed one to me.

"Damn we went a little crazy." She giggled.

"Yes we did, but I can't remember having so much fun."

"I know. I have been excited, horny and nervous all day." She said as she took a big swig from the water.

I laughed and said, "I know what you mean. This is all a little crazy and seems to just keep getting crazier.".

"I know; Part of me can't believe this is really going to happen."

I nodded and said, "Are you really sure you want it too? I mean this has been really fun: the plotting and shopping, but it can end right now if you want to." I said.

"I know. I have thought about it off an on today. I mean it's a huge turn on 99% of the time, but 1% of the time I keep thinking 'what the fuck are we doing?'".

I smiled at her and said, "Rachel there is no pressure here. I can make this all go away and never even tell Ron you saw the email."

She considered for a moment and said, "I know." And then her eyes drifted off in thought again. After another moment and another drink of water she smiled and said, "It's just that I don't want anything to mess things up with you and him; and I am not sure I will be that great of a fantasy."

I was confused and it showed. "What are you talking about hun?" I asked.

She shrugged and sat next to me at the couch. "Well you know, I have done a lot of new stuff as you know, but I have only been with three guys for real. I would hate to disappoint him and mess up the game."

I took her hand in mine and said, "Rachel, you don't have to do this."

She smiled and said, "I know, but I kind of really would like to. I just am nervous. What if he doesn't like it? Or what if I can't be 'all that'?"

She was trembling a bit and I finally said, "Rachel why don't we call this off. No harm; No foul. No one has to know anything."

She smiled at me and said after a moment, "We would know."

I nodded and said, "So what?"

"I would always wonder, I think. And I would fantasize about it forever. Wouldn't you?", she asked.

I considered her question and said, "Yes probably, but sometimes fantasy is not such a bad thing."

She laughed and said, "Do you really want to bring him home for Christmas ten years from now and know I am thinking about fucking him while we eat turkey? Let's face it; he's probably here for the long run even if you don't want to admit it yet."

I laughed. I couldn't help it. She had such a way of cutting through the bullshit. I had not consciously considered ten years out with Ron until that moment. But she was probably right.

"What's your point?" I asked.

"Just this, if we do this now, it will probably be a fantasy fulfilled for everyone and then you two will move on to a new one. Maybe I will too. If we don't do this, it will always be in our heads, and it might fuck things up between you two." She said.

I sighed and said, "Rachel as important as that is, I don't want you to get fucked up. That is what I care most about."

She smiled and said, "It's not me I'm worried. God the thought of the fantasy makes me quiver. I really want to do it, but what if I am not all that great a fuck? I mean I know guys my age like me, but I've only been with three for real and let's face it, Ron has seen some shit."

I laughed and asked, "Is that really what you are worried about?"

She stared at me and said, "Well yeah a little."

I laughed again and said, "Let me tell you about a shower I took with Ron before our little party at his house."

I told her and she giggled at all the good parts. When I was done she asked, "He really said that? No shit?"

I smiled and said, "No shit."

She thought for a moment and said, "Fuck it then. I need two hours to get ready. Call the pervert." She then got up and began collecting bags of things off the floor.

"Hold on. You want to do this tonight?" I asked.

"Fuck yes. I could never sleep if we didn't. Call him. Tell him to stop by and 7. Besides, we might surprise him since he just sent that email this morning."

I couldn't disagree with that logic.

I shook my head and reached for my cell phone. "Fucking crazy", I muttered to myself as I dialed.

We had discussed how to handle the call and I took a deep breath a second before he answered.

"Hey babe it's me." I said into the phone.

"Oh hey there. How's it going?" he answered a little confused. We had agreed that we would not see each other for a couple of days.

"Good. Hey you want to come by tonight?" I asked without further explanation.

"Um sure, I guess. Is everything okay?" he asked a slight tension in his voice.

"Yeah, I just want to talk to you about some stuff."

"Anything serious?" he asked fishing.

"Maybe, just come by at seven."

"Okay." He said a little bewildered.

"I have to go now. See you tonight.", I said changing the direction of the conversation before he could get his bearings and ask more questions.

"Okay, but I am a little worried. Are you sure you are okay?" he asked.

"Fine hun. I just need to talk to you." I said. "Meet me at my house at seven."

"Okay".

And I hung up.

I took a deep breath wondering how I did. Rachel stood at the edge off the hallway leading to her bedroom. She had been listening.

"Bravo" she said. "He thinks you might rip his balls off over the email, but there has to be a very small part of him that is praying it's something else. Let's give him both tonight."

I laughed and said, "Damn we are evil bitches."

She laughed and said, "Yeah but being bad can feel oh so good. Now give me an hour in my room and then you can come see 'the magic'."

I smiled and said, "Okay I am going to shower then."

"Cool", she replied as she bounced down the hallway toward her room with the last of our shopping bags.

* * * * * *

I took my time in the shower, enjoying the hot water and making sure that I was squeaky clean and well shaved. I stepped out into the steamy room and toweled off. I wondered what Rachel was doing in her room, although I had a pretty good idea from the 200 dollars in things we had purchased.

'This is pretty out there', I thought to myself and smiled relishing the inherent nastiness of it. This was going to be a fantasy I could never have pulled off, but Rachel could. Jesus I was wet already. I blushed alone in the bathroom as I realized how turned on I was by the idea. What did that say about me?

'Fuck it' I thought and brushed my teeth.

Before I was done, a light knock at the door followed by Rachel's head popping in.

"All done", she said smiling.

I looked at her in the mirror with my tooth brush in one hand. "I will be right there." I said smiling.

She grinned and said, "Nice ass, by the way." And bounded back to her room.

Two minutes later I put on a robe, left the bathroom, and plodded down the hall to see what she had been up to. I turned into her room and stood there stunned.

Her room had been completely transformed. The bed was made with a pink and white bedspread with two large stuffed animals, a bear and an elephant (don't ask me why an elephant), sitting atop the frilly pillows. Above the bed were three posters of rock bands, one was of Christina Agulera, one of Brintney, and one of a boy band I didn't recognize.

The rest of the room featured a bean bag chair, more stuffed animals, some more posters, and some CD's she had strewn around the stereo. But most stunning was Rachel herself. She was dressed in white nylons, a plaid skirt that was maybe an inch too short but not much more, and a pink t-shirt that said, "Hottie" in bright pink letters across her breasts. Her hair was tied back in two pony tails and she wore hint of too much make up.

I stood there transfixed.

She twirled and said, "What do you think?"

I laughed and said, "You look like a 16 year old slut in holly hobbies playhouse from hell".

She giggled and said, "I was going for 15. So do you think this will make Ron's fantasy kinky enough?"

I laughed and said, "I don't know if I should be turned on or grossed out."

She laughed and said, "Don't worry; I bet you lean toward 'turned on' in the next hour."

The truth was I was turned on right then.

I looked at the clock and saw it was 6:40. Shit I had to get dressed. I went to my own room and put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. Ten minutes later, "Holly Hobby" as I called Rachel's alter ego and I were plotting again.

* * * * * * * * * *

Rachel made a last minute judgment call and ditched the white nylon stockings going for the natural bare legged (and panty-less) look under her short skirt. She looked so sexual in her tight shirt and short skirt. As we talked I saw her nipples hardening under thin fabric.

The knock at the door came at 7:02 and Rachel and I froze staring at each other across the living room. This was it and we both knew it. After a moment of hesitation and a brief look of doubt, Rachel smiled and all reservations were lost. She tweeked her nipples to make them harder and moved toward the door. I slipped back into the bathroom per our plan. My skin was flushed and my nipples were erect. My heart was pounding with excitement. I quietly slipped out of my clothes wanting to be naked as I watched.

I stood in the dark bathroom with the door cracked. I could see down the hallway and into part of the living room, including the front door.

Rachel opened the door and smiled and said non chalantly, "Hi, Uncle Ron".

It was the first time she had ever said that, and I could tell by the look on his face that it took him off guard. Rachel said, "Aunt Sara's in the bathroom, but come on in."

She moved away from the door and sat on the couch and turned on MTV. Ron entered the living room tentatively never taking his eyes off of Rachel's body. Rachel for her part ignored him.

"You look... er different", he said tentatively.

Rachel turned and considered him and said, "Just trying out a new look. Do you like it? Some people have said it makes me look younger."

Ron hesitated not knowing what to say for a moment and then said, "Um yeah it does actually. You look very pretty."

Rachel turned back to him again and said grinning, "Come sit."

Ron sat on the far side of the couch from Rachel and she immediately slid up next to him. She put her arm around his shoulder and said, "I also redecorated my room; you want to see it?"

Ron's face was a bit flushed and I wondered if he was turned on. After a moment he said, "Um ... sure".

Rachel got up and led him to her newly re-decorated room. Ron followed her tentatively and stood a few feet inside her door.

"So what do you think?" she asked. "I like it; it reminds me of my room at home when I was in high school."

Ron smiled, taking it all in, and said, "I am glad you like it."

Rachel moved behind him and closed the door but didn't latch it. I sneaked out of the bathroom and crept down the hallway. My excitement was building with each passing moment.

I peered through the small slit in the door. Rachel was sitting on the bed and said, "Uncle Ron can I ask you a question?".

"Sure Rachel." Ron replied sounding a bit confused.

Rachel smiled and said, "Well I was on the computer for work this morning and I accidentally read an email from you."

Ron's face went pale and he said, "Um Rachel that was something for Sara and I am sorry you got it by mistake. I don't know how to explain, but it's just a game and......"

Rachel cut him off with a smile and said, "Uncle Ron I have not asked you a question yet." Ron shut up and stared at her. "So my question," she continued, "Do you want to fuck me?"

Ron stammered, "Um Rachel like I said, I'm sorry about the email, but let me put it in context at least..."

Rachel stood and moved close to him and said, "It's a yes or no question."

Ron looked down at her and I could imagine the conflicting feelings he was having. Rachel was arching her back slightly letting her breasts push toward him. She smiled up at him, a little too close to be casual, but not so close as to destroy her look of sexual innocence.

As she moved close to him it seemed to give him courage and he finally said, "Yes."

Rachel smiled and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Rachel, I am not sure...."

Rachel cut him off with the tweak of his nipple. "Shut up Uncle Ron. Don't talk anymore; just relax. I'm going to fuck you and all you have to do is pretend I am what I look like", she whispered.

Rachel slowly undressed him as he stood there silently. I saw a brief moment of hesitation go through him and his hands stopped Rachel's.

She looked at him tentatively as if to say, 'What?'

I was mesmerized watching them. My nipples burned with desire and I was wet.

After a moment Ron said, "Um I can't do this Rachel; we can't do this."

Rachel made a pouting face and said, "Why not?".

Ron sighed and said, "Rachel that email was for Sara and I am so surprised and flattered that you acted on it. But its between Sara and I not you and I. I can't say that I am not tempted, but I won't do this, this way."

Rachel moved closer to him and whispered seductively, "And what way would you do it?"

I was shocked, but also felt something inside me for Ron that was way beyond sexual desire. In that moment I understood that he thought I was not aware of what was happening even though I had called him. I am sure he would have figured it out if he was not so distracted by Rachel.

He wouldn't be with her if it was not with me. I probably would not have cared if he had and just considered it another fantasy explored; after all I had not always included him in my sexual experimentation.

In that moment, I realized two things at once. My first realization was that Ron had far more will and strength than I could ever hope to achieve. I could never have said no. And second, I was so deeply in love with him that it hurt to think about.

Both realizations rocked through me and I felt dizzy and aroused simultaneously. I wanted one thing more than anything else: to give Ron his fantasy and make it so intense that he would never ever forget it.

I pushed the door open and slipped into the room. Both Ron and Sara turned as I entered. For a moment a look of guilt crossed Ron's face and then it was surprise to see me naked and moving toward him. I went to him and kissed him gently on the lips and then pulled him into a fierce hug. He hugged me back and tears welled in my eyes. I only wanted to feel close to him. I kissed him again harder this time, my emotions rolling but changing to lust as our tongues intertwined.

I could feel his cock hardening as I kissed him, all doubt gone in what I wanted. I stroked him through his pants, kissing him harder. I forced myself to break our kiss, but did not let go of his now rock hard cock. I looked at him and smiled. I said, "I love you."

He smiled and said, "I love you too."

I loved hearing that and then smiled wickedly and said, "Now fuck my teen age niece 'til she can't walk."

I turned and saw Rachel watching us from two feet away. I smiled at her and a flicker went through her eyes and I felt that she was looking inside me and knew that something had changed in me.

And then I turned back to Ron and backed him to the edge of the bed. I gave him a soft shove and he half sat, half fell back onto Rachel's bed. I smiled at him and then turned to Rachel and said, "Suck his cock."

Rachel grinned and stripped out of her t-shirt as she approached him, all pre-text gone. She was ready and wet. Her skirt fell next and she was naked.

I watched as she kneeled between Ron's legs as he lay back on the bed. She leaned forward and unbuttoned his pants and worked them down. He kicked a bit to help her and then his pants came off. She then peeled his underwear down revealing his hard cock. She took it in her hand and stroked it gently.

I knelt behind her and pulled her auburn hair back gently. I straddled her calf that was folded back behind her, my pussy against the thick muscle of her calf. My right knee between her legs, my thigh pressed against her pussy. I felt her wetness against me and knew how aroused she was.

Rachel leaned forward and put Ron's cock into her mouth. I watched her lick his head gently and then up and down his shaft flicking her tongue.

I rubbed her naked back gently and kissed her shoulder as she went down on him. I watched Ron suck in his breath in pleasure as he watched both of our faces between his legs and felt Rachel's magical mouth on him.

Rachel put the tip of his cock in her mouth and sucked gently. I watched her and then she amazed me. She leaned forward and in one slow motion pushed Ron's cock down her throat. I could only take half of him, but she swallowed him to his balls. I watched, stunned, as her throat flexed around his cock and she held him deeply in her throat for what seemed like ever.
Ron's face contorted in pleasure as he watched her deep throat him.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh", Ron groaned as Rachel's throat fucked him.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh", again in wordless pleasure and I watched in amazement.

I slid my right hand down Rachel's back, across her bare ass and then slipped two fingers into her pussy.

She moaned as I entered her and the vibrations of her moan reverberated up and down Ron's hard shaft.

Finally Rachel came up for air and Ron completely lost control. His cock popped free from her mouth and he reached down and grabbed his own cock.

Rachel arched her back and said, "Oh yeah jack off Uncle Ron."

I watched as his hand was a blur on his cock. I pulled my fingers from Rachel's spasming pussy and placed my hand flat on her muscular stomach feeling the waves of pleasure roll through her.

Her own hand found her clit and I could feel the heat and wetness of her on my thigh. She ground against me.

Ron was half moaning half screaming, "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God" over and over again.

I watched amazed as they fucked each other and were not even touching. Ron's balls contracted and his body went rigid as he came. He ejaculated in a scream and the first hot, white stream of cum hit Rachel on her tongue. The second hit her cheek and a bit also hit my chin even though I was behind her.

Rachel's abdomen tightened and a hot stream of liquid hit my thigh. I thought "Jesus, she's pissed herself, and then realized that it was not piss but female cum spraying out of her as Ron came all over her (us).

It was a perfect symphony of pleasure. Rachel orgasmic contractions were in time with Ron's copious orgasm. He came spurt after spurt; more than I had ever seen any man cum. Rachel's face wet and white with Ron's cum; her pussy spraying as she masturbated herself.

After a moment both Rachel's and Ron's orgasm crested. Ron collapsed, his body slick with sweat. Rachel's body collapsed forward between his legs. She kissed the wet tip of his cock sucking gently. She licked him gently as her body trembled in post orgasmic pleasure.

She looked back at me, her face looked she had been cum on by ten guys.

She smiled at me and then pulled me to her. She kissed me on the mouth. I tasted Ron on her and I loved it. Ron watched us kiss and Rachel said, "I need a cock in me Sara. Give me a toy."

I grinned and went to the nightstand where I kept my vibrator. I came back to her and kissed her again.

Ron was watching us intently as I slowly used my toy on her. I turned it on and she sighed contentedly and I slowly pushed it in and out of her pussy.

Her fingers found her own clit again and I watched as I used a toy on hers and she masturbated openly for Ron and I.

Ron's cock was beginning to harden again and I could not blame him. Rachel was beautiful and two women nude together was a favorite fantasy of his. I licked his cum off Rachel's cheeks and her hand found my clit. I was ready and wet. When she slid a finger into me I groaned in pleasure.

Ron stroked himself hard as Rachel and I kissed and masturbated each other.

When he was hard again, I could not wait any more. I broke the kiss with Rachel and climbed on top of him. I straddled his body and he held his cock straight up for me. I mounted him and slowly slid down his shaft, loving the feeling of fullness as he was deep inside me. I held him there, knowing his cock was still wet with Rachel's mouth.

And then I began to ride him, up and down his cock slowly at first. Then I began picking up speed and intensity. His hands found my tits and my hardened nipples tingled under his touch. Rachel watched us as she continued to masturbate with my toy. I felt her hands on my back and then her lips kissing the small of my back.

I turned to look her inn the eyes and smiled seeing her tongue gently licking my skin. Her face still wet with Ron's cum as she kissed me. I turned back to Ron looking him in the eyes, loving him, fucking him, wanting him.

I rode him harder and Rachel's tongue traced down my back. I felt her hands on my cheeks and she gently pushed me forward. My breasts were in Ron's face; and his mouth licking my nipples. Rachel's hot, wet tongue licked gently across my ass cheeks.

Then she spread me open exposing my asshole. Her tongue flicking across it as Ron was deep inside me. The feeling was incredible. She pushed her tongue into my ass and the soft wetness felt exquisite in contrast to Ron's hard cock in my nearly cumming pussy.

Then she licked lower to my pussy and she was then licking Ron's cock and my pussy at the same time and I fucked him harder and harder. She tasted us both and it was such a rush, and I imagined what she must look like.

I pushed down harder on Ron's cock as Rachel's hands wrapped around my hips. Her fingers found my clit as her tongue returned to my tight asshole. She pushed in my ass with her tongue as her fingers worked on my clit. Ron was deep inside me and I was screaming in pleasure without even being aware of it.

I wanted more than anything to see Rachel's face as she licked me. I lifted my hips and let Ron slip out of me, hearing a soft smack as his hard cock slapped against his own stomach. Rachel relaxed her grip and I turned to face her.

I rolled over, sitting on Ron's hard stomach, his cock resting against my swollen pussy lips. Rachel was kneeling between Ron's legs with a perfect view of his balls and my pussy. I smiled at her and took Ron's cock in my hand and stroked it gently. Rachel leaned forward and licked the tip of him, tasting me on his dick.

I grinned at her again and raised my hips and guided the tip of Ron's wet cock to my tight asshole. Rachel giggled out loud and replaced my hand with her own, guiding his cock into my asshole. Ron held my hips as I slowly impaled my ass on him.

I closed my eyes with the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain as his cock slipped slowly, but deeply into my ass. When I opened them, he was completely buried in me. Rachel was massaging Ron's balls with her hands and I became aware that Ron was groaning in pleasure as I flexed my ass against his thick hard shaft.

Slowly we began to rock together as we fucked, his cock deep up my ass. Rachel leaned forward and put that magically wet, soft tongue of hers against my clit and pussy. I groaned as tingles rocketed through me from Ron's amazing penetration and Rachel's wonderful tongue.

I came a moment later; screaming my pleasure. As my body contracted and the waves flowed through me I could hear Ron groaning out and a hot flood of his cum filled my ass deeply. Rachel's face was glistening with both our cum now and she seemed to be cumming again on my toy.

I collapsed on my back on top of Ron and his strong arms enveloped me. I was panting, but loving the ride down from the wave of an incredible cum. After a moment Ron's softening cock slipped from my ass and his orgasm slowly dripped out of me.

I felt Ron tense under me and then relax. I leaned forward to see Rachel licking his now ultra sensitive cock gently with her tongue. And then she licked me; soft and gentle tasting every inch of my sex.

After it was over, we showered together which was a little awkward with three of us in one bathtub. In the end we rotated through the shower and all fell asleep naked in my bed with Ron in the middle.

***************** The next morning I awoke and the first thing I saw was Ron's sleepy looking face smiling at me. I smiled back and kissed him gently on the lips and snuggled up against his chest. He put his arm around my hip and squeezed my ass cheek playfully. I grinned at him and said, "Last night not enough for you?".

He grinned and said, "Last night was amazing. I knew I would like it but, Damn."

"Your welcome 'Uncle Ron'", Rachel's voice said playfully as she rolled toward us and slung an arm over both Ron's shoulder and mine.

"Cut the 'Uncle Ron' shit, you slut." I said playfully as I held her hand.

We hugged that way for a few minutes all waking up, and I felt Ron's cock, hard against my stomach. I loved that feeling and smiled and said, "After last night your still horny or is that just morning wood."

Rachel giggled and said, "Really he's hard?" I saw her hand go under the sheet to investigate.

Ron's eyes widened for a moment and then I heard Rachel say, "Wow he is big."

Ron shrugged and said, "What do you expect. I woke up with two naked hotties and you expect me to not want some morning fun?"

I laughed and said, "You know I love to fuck, but after last night I am a little sore."

Rachel giggled and said, "After last night I am surprised you can walk?"

Ron said playfully, "How about a helping hand then."

I rolled my eyes and said jokingly, "You've got two, help yourself."

Rachel laughed as Ron said, "Yeah, but mine aren't as soft as yours".

Rachel rolled closer still to Ron and said, "I might be able to help you out under a condition or two."

I leaned up on my elbow with an eyebrow raised knowing that Rachel's 'conditions' were sometimes unconventional.

Ron still thinking this was all a joke said, "Anything honey."

Rachel grinned at me as if asking permission. After a moment or two I shrugged as if to say, 'Whatever.'.

Rachel rolled away from Ron and opened up the nightstand drawer and came back with a bottle of lubricant that I kept there for masturbatory emergencies.

Ron was intrigued, not really expecting this to go anywhere. Rachel opened the bottle and drizzled the lubricant on her hand and reached down under the sheet again. I knew she was stroking him as he sucked in his breath.

"Ready for my conditions?" she asked as I watched the sheet over his cock move with slow stroking motions in what I considered might put Ron at a disadvantage in any negotiation.

"Mmmmmm" was all that he was capable of.

Rachel smiled and said, "Okay how about I keep going under the condition that I get a turn in the rotation in this game? That seems fair doesn't it."

Ron's eyes popped open but Rachel never stopped stroking him. Ron looked at me as I stared at Rachel. Rachel was looking at me and said, "Oh come on, I think I should get to play too don't you?"

I said in the most serious voice I could, "Rachel, Ron and I are playing this game because we are in love and want to please each other. You're not in love with either of us so it isn't the same."

Rachel considered me for a minute and said, "Your right, it isn't the same for me. I'm 19, and am not in love. Hell I am not even sure I want to be in love right now. Did you when you were my age? All I know is that last night was amazing and fun and I want to do it again. Hell if I were in love, what are the chances the guy would be into this kind of stuff anyway? Maybe someday I will be in love, but right now I just want to have some fun. And I think fucking is fun. I want to play the game. I am going to play the game. I want to play it with you, but if you say 'no' I still am going to play."

'Fuck', I thought. She's got me again. What could I do. She had a point and I knew it.

Ron silently watched the exchange and I wondered if he was still hard. Who was I kidding, of course he was.

I looked down at him for help and he seemed to shrug as if to say, "What can you do?"

Finally I looked back to Rachel and said, "And I suppose your turn is next?"

Rachel grinned and said, "I think it's only fair."

I rolled my eyes again and said, "Well you are jerking my boyfriend off so I guess he doesn't mind."

We all laughed together and Rachel said, "Well I think he can finish himself off." She took Ron's hand and moved it down to his own hard cock and flipped the sheet off of us all at the same time.

Ron was very hard and looked disappointed that Rachel's attention was gone. Then she moved up close to him and said, "I like watching a guy do himself and you can cum on my tits if you like." She kissed him on the cheek and slid down so that she was on her side with her face even with his hips for optimal viewing pleasure.

He shrugged and rolled on to his side facing her and began to masturbate watching her as she watched him. I rolled up behind Ron and pushed by breasts against his back and watched over his shoulder. I kissed his ear and whispered encouragement.

Rachel was watching intently at Ron's cock as he stroked. She played with her nipples and then her left hand went between her own legs. She apparently was not as sore as I was.

I watched the two of them masturbating and wondered which would cum first. A moment later I got the answer as Ron's whole body tensed as he squeezed himself tighter and let out a low moan.

Rachel closed her eyes just in time as Ron let go another torrent of ejaculation that not only hit Rachel's tits but also her chin, cheek, and forehead. Ron grunted and another slightly less powerful eruption coated her right nipple and breast.

And then Rachel groaned and bucked against her own hand say, "Yes so good" as she came.

After a moment both of them relaxed and I thought to myself, 'maybe I could go for a quickie'.

Rachel slid back up to her pillow looking satisfied and very very sticky. Ron used his thumb to wipe a drop of semen from her eye lid so she could see again.

"Thanks" she said. "Even after last night you cum in buckets."

Ron grinned and said, "It's the company."

I finally said, "You two can maybe stay home and fuck all day, but I have to get to work."

Both of them looked at the clock and sighed realizing we had overslept (well over-fucked).

Rachel got up and said, "Dibs on the shower. I think I need it more than you two. One thing though, which one of you should I send my fantasy to?"

Simultaneously Ron and I both said, "Me."

Rachel giggled and said, "Okay then" and ran off to the shower.

Ron rolled over and kissed me and said, "She's a little crazy, but I think I like it."

I kissed him back and said, "She's a freakin' loon. But I love her. You know this is going out of control don't you?"

He smiled at me and said, "When was this ever in control?"

I considered him for a moment and said, "I know, but this is really out of control."

He kissed me again and said, "Are you okay?"

I loved him for that and said, "As long as I have you."

"You do. Always." He said.

And with those words and a quick kiss we started our day.

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Turtle Bay Golf. Her first lesbian sex

This is another true story. I am normally conservative sexually, but sometimes when I travel there have been "adventures". This experience occurred about 6 months after my first submission – "Hilton Head Massage". I was playing golf on a Hawaii layover and some flashing on the golf course from betting was followed up by nude sunbathing with the guys I met golfing. After they left, I was joined by a charming black beachcomber. My writing is for me, to reflect on my experiences, but I share the details in the hope others will also enjoy it. The writing style therefore, is not so much what would make up the best story, but rather what actually happened. Just a word of warning though, I am sure the buildup is too lengthy for some. So if you have low patience, this is perhaps not the best story. But at least, know this is the way it actually happened.

My name is Beth. I am single, and my dating patterns have been somewhat erratic. I have been dating a couple of guys on and off for a couple of years. Sometimes men have trouble with my job related travel being extensive and I don't tend to respond well to possessiveness. I love romance and usually date for a while before having sex. I have never been the type for one night stands, but I have also had some strange experiences lately which have caused me to reexamine some of my own attitudes. There is something about being in a place where no one knows you that has loosened me up on some spontaneous occasions.

I am pretty with blond hair and green eyes and in good shape from running. I have a lean 115 pound build on my 5'7" frame. My athletic 34C-22-24 body tends to emphasize my natural breasts. Most of the time, I play and look the prim and proper conservative executive, so it was quite the pleasure to be able to decompress and be casual after a long business trip.

I am a 33 year old scientist and my job takes me all over the world. I live in the Midwest USA and travel to Europe and Asia perhaps two or three times a year. Japan, Hong Kong and Germany are some of my favorite typical destinations. Travel has another perk, as I have been to Hawaii perhaps 25 times coming back from Asia. The funny thing is by leaving on a Thursday night at 8:30 pm in Tokyo, you land in Honolulu still on Thursday morning, but at 8:00 am. It works out well financially also, since the cost of spending a full day in Hawaii ends up being the same as if I had stayed an extra night in Tokyo at a fancy hotel and come back the next day.

Frequently I am traveling with coworkers, but this time I was alone. I have been to the Big Island of Hawaii and Maui on a few occasions, but most of my experience is on Oahu. The North Shore is most well known for the fantastic waves and surfing, but I also love to play golf and one of my favorite courses is the Turtle Bay resort on Oahu's North Shore. I have stayed at this hotel many times, but there is not much night life and trying to drive in to Waikiki and then drive back is just too exhausting. I now drive directly up to the North Shore when I get off the plane and golf first, maybe lie on the beach for a while and then drive back into Honolulu for dinner and clubs.

I got off the plane, cleared customs and got my rental car by about 9:00 am. I stopped off at a Starbucks and began my one hour drive up to the North Shore. No problem though; the sun was shining, there is snow back home and I was driving with the windows down and my hair blowing in the wind. The drive cuts up through the pineapple fields until I got my first glimpse of the ocean.

I stopped at Sunset Beach and the famous banzai pipeline and watched 25 foot waves roll in while I finished my coffee. I got to Turtle Bay around 10:30 am. I was still in my business suit from Tokyo, having no time to change clothes prior to getting on the plane. I changed clothes in a secluded corner of the hotel parking lot, putting on a simple white golf polo shirt and some beige shorts.

The Turtle Bay golf course is really great in a lot of ways. It is good enough to host some of the senior and women's tour professional tournaments. There is lush tropical scenery and you see the ocean several times. It is relatively inexpensive being off the beaten path and usually not very crowded.

Almost no golf course will have you play alone. They said I would be playing with a twosome which was great as I would be in a golf cart by myself. A round of golf can typically take around 4 to 5 hours, and if you play with jerks it can be a long day. My first impressions were not good – the two guys I would be paired with looked like they had been drinking for a while. They were a little loud and I was somewhat nervous.

They introduced themselves as Mike and Jimmy. They both looked like football player types, kind of big and muscular. They were both decent looking, but did not appear too diligent about exercise. I would guess they were both around 25. I later learned they were brothers-in-law, their wives being sisters. They were from Dallas and staying at Turtle Bay. Their wives had driven into Waikiki for shopping.

I gradually grew more comfortable. Instead of loud jerks, I concluded they were just extroverts, but in a good way, kind of the life of the party type, telling jokes and having a good time. I am usually more of the quiet type, but can also enjoy more of an outgoing group too. They got more beer as we started and offered me one. Normally it would have been too early for me, but I like beer and I was still on Japan time mentally and I accepted.

There were people waiting to tee of on the first hole, so we were chatting a little. Mike and Jimmy were doing most of the talking and I was laughing at some of the banter, especially when they were telling each other how bad they were going to kick the other's butts, etc.

They were going to play "skins" for a dollar a hole and asked if I wanted to join in. The term skin means that you have to win the hole to earn the pot. The pot accumulates until the next hole if no one wins. I am a decent golfer, but putting a little wager makes me concentrate and play better, so I was all for it. For the par 3 holes, it would be an additional dollar for closest to the pin. So if you happen to be outclassed by the other golfers, your maximum exposure is only about 25 bucks and that is only if you lose every single hole.

I won the first two holes outright and I tied with Mike on the third hole for a push. Not that I played fantastic, but these guys had a lot of trouble keeping the ball out of difficulty. They could both crush the ball with their size, but without much control. Normally the person who wins the hole will be the first to tee off on the next hole, called having the "honors". However, the ladies tees were in front of where the guys were playing, so I would hit last and I had some idea whether they were in trouble or not.

I learned the guys had met their wives at college where they had both been on the football team. They had both been in the business school; Mike was now in heavy equipment sales, while Jimmy was a financial planner. They both had a lot of questions for me about my job in alternative energy.

The fourth hole was our first par 3 and neither Mike nor Jimmy found the green. I should say the whole time had been a lot of fun, lots of "good shots" when they were talking to me, and lots of mutual insults when they were talking to each other. When I came up to hit, there was a lot of good natured ribbing about how they were getting swindled by a "professional". My ball was at the edge of the green and I won the closest to the pin. Mike seemed to be the better golfer of the two, and while I made a 3 on the hole, I ended up with a tie on the hole with Mike who made his second shot really close. I won't give a play by play for each hole, but when I won the next hole I had won everything, they were both laughing and the joking was scaled up a few notches.

Mike shanked it on the 7th hole, the ball going about 20 yards. It is a standing joke if you don't make it past the ladies tees; it's called a "dick-out" meaning that you are supposed to drop your shorts. Usually you tease the person, but it is not something taken seriously.

I said, "Uh-oh, you know what this means."

Mike acted as if he was going to do it. This ended with an off-color joke from Jimmy that was funny, and their mutual curses became quite colorful.

Discussions included how I liked Hawaii and where I was staying. They verified I was single, asking about Japan and Hong Kong since they had never been there; friendly but inquisitive. I had the impression during the whole round that they found me pleasant scenery.

The beer cart came around - this was my third, and who knows how many they had by then. Definitely feeling no pain, but at least they were happy drunks. Jimmy hit his shot into the water, but he was laughing about it and said "More beer!" Mike made a nice shot onto the green, and seemed to feel pretty good about it until my shot was closer than his, causing more cursing and joking threats.

We finished the first 9 holes and I had won 8 of them, Jimmy had won 1 hole, Mike none and I had won both of the closest to the pins. I had shot a 42 for the front 9 holes, which is good for me, and I had probably been about 5 shots better than Mike and more for Jimmy.

The beer tasted great in the hot weather. It was probably around 85 degrees, but the breeze was blowing and I felt fantastic. I won the next two holes and now these guys were really saying it wasn't fair, they were getting killed. They wanted some handicap strokes or some other concession.

I wasn't going for it, laughing that they should not increase their humiliation any more than necessary.

"You guys are getting beat by a girl, and now you want charity. C'mon, just get tough and fight back."

All of it was good natured and I felt like I had fit in well. They bantered back they needed and incentive, they wanted to raise the stakes so they could catch up, etc. I missed the boat on that part, because I said "sure" before I heard the whole idea.

Mike had been doing most of the talking now, and his idea was that for the remaining par 3's, the losers of the closest to the pin would not only lose the pot but would also flash the winner. It looked like Jimmy wanted to die he was so embarrassed, as if he could not believe Mike was saying this stuff out loud.

I said, "You have got to be kidding; you want me to flash you out on the golf course?"

"Yeah, you know, just a girls gone wild, mardi gras deal."

I replied, "And what if I win, you guys are going to drop your shorts. Fair is fair."

Just from the way Jimmy was acting, I knew all that was needed to kill this was to call the bluff.

Boy was I wrong; Mike held out his hand and said, "Deal!"

Jimmy just said, "You two are unbelievable. Beth, I can't believe you encouraged him."

I was starting to get nervous now and it probably showed. Now let me say this, I have been to nude beaches a lot of times, sometimes when there were virtually no people and other times in big crowds. I go topless in European beaches. I have been to mardi gras, and earned a few beads. I am more flamboyant when no one knows me and I have a feeling of spontaneity and anonymity. And some of that went through my mind and I thought it would be no big deal.

I also thought that fortunately these guys stink at golf and I had a good chance of not paying off on "their incentive" anyway. I was still not even sure if they were really serious.

Mike then says, "OK, here are the rules. If you are closest to the pin, then we both drop our shorts. If one of us wins, you flash your tits."

Jimmy, who had been essentially quiet, jumps in, "You have to show skin, not just see your bra."

The beer cart came up again before the deal is finally agreed to, and we all got another.

When it was our turn to hit, they both look at me, "Do we have a deal?"

I replied, "So you two are not going to cry if I kick your butts some more?"

Everyone laughed and we shook on it.

Mike hits first for the guys. They have about 180 yards over water. I also had to go over the water 165 yards. Mike hits another awful shot, one hop into the water. He had laughed about his bad shots earlier, but now that he had some incentive, he was pissed off.

So he says, "C'mon jimmy, you have to do this for the team."

I said, "Wait a minute, rule clarification. You are rooting for Jimmy now, but if he wins the hole, how are you going to benefit?"

So they look at each other and Jimmy says, "OK, OK, good point, we don't want to see each others dicks, so if one of us wins, we both get to see you flash, but if you win, then we both have to flash."

I laughed and told them, "This was the most elaborate scheme I had ever heard in order to see a girl's breasts; I don't knew whether to be complimented or cry."

Mike chimes in and says, "Only a compliment, we would really love to see those puppies set free."

I just laughed and told Jimmy to hit, they had a deal.

Jimmy gets up and hits a poor shot, but he gets a good bounce near the green. Essentially both guys had choked. I realized any decent shot would win. So I have this stress to avoid "flashing" but also some exhilaration. Like anything in life, I guess you feel more alive when something is riding on the outcome. My shot was not decent though, it was great. A high majestic shot that ended up about 8 feet from the hole.

Mike is laughing, "Oh shit, nice shot!"

Jimmy says, "Un-fucking-believable."

Both of the guys grab their beers as we walk back to the carts so we can drive up to the green.

Mike says, "OK if we do it after the hole?"

I smiled, "Whatever you like."

Mike sees that the cart path is going to snake through a tree lined area and points, "Over there."

They are ahead of me on their carts and it looked like each of them was unfastening their belts while we drove. I thought to myself "Oh my god, we are really going to do this." They stopped in a shaded area, and both get out of the carts, and start walking towards me.

I laughed, "Hold on guys. I believe you. But it is OK; you don't really have to go through with it. We have been having a great time and I don't want to ruin it."

Mike says, "No way, I would have wanted you to go through with it, I can just imagine what you look like, and fair is fair."

Jimmy says, "I agree."

It looked to me almost as if Jimmy would go through it reluctantly but Mike was enjoying the prospect of flashing me.

I didn't respond, but they looked at each other and say, "Ready? Both together, OK?"

I just nodded. Jimmy was lowering his shorts and underwear both at the same time, but his shirt dropped down so that he was still covered. Mike, on the other hand, dropped his shorts to his ankles and pulled his shirt up.

What a weird setting. Here I am on a Hawaii layover from Japan, playing golf on the North Shore with two guys I had just met - standing there with their pants down.

It is difficult to describe size when you don't know whether someone's length is essentially the same when hard or much different – "some are showers and some are growers." Mike appeared to be average size and Jimmy looked to be big. Mike spun around and showed his ass too, Jimmy rolled his eyes; it looked to be that he was hoping it would be over soon.

Mike says, "Satisfied?"

I clapped my hands and said, "Bravo boys. Nice show, I respect people who pay off bets and you guys will never have a problem getting work at a strip club if you need it."

Jimmy smiled at that, and they got dressed again and we were on our way.

The irony is great. The next two holes I did not play very well and Mike won both holes, his first of the day. Lots of the banter now - they had me on the ropes and the wheels are falling off. I was comfortably ahead on all the finances, not that it was anything significant, and both guys had to strip, so I did not mind at all letting them get some of the male boasting out of the way.

Of course the beer cart comes around again, and we get another round. Both guys are pretty big and could therefore handle a lot, but on the other hand both seemed to be pretty toasted too. I was starting to feel pretty good as we moved on to the 14th hole.

Mike gets up to hit, and he had been starting to get more confident and he hits one about 30 feet. A total duff. He is back to laughing.

I said, "You know, we don't have any formal bet, but there are just some moral obligations relating to not getting it past the ladies tee."

I am really just egging him on, which was probably not such a great idea. Maybe it was influenced by that he had already done it before, but he reaches down and unzips his shorts and pulls his dick out.

He says, "Hey, I am not going to give you the full show again, this is just a 'dick-out'."

I laughed, "Well, I can see you are an honorable man. But I think you should put it away. If you are going to keep losing these bets, you had better get some sunscreen."

Everyone laughed, but it sure looked to me like Mike had gotten a little hard as he struggled to get his dick back in without a little gymnastics.

The 14th hole ended up a draw, but I won the 15th hole pretty easily, so I have to admit that it is a little embarrassing to be winning so much. The 16th hole is the last par 3, so the guys are getting really geared up to win. By this time, the beer had been not only loosening me up which is not necessarily the best way to play competitively. Jimmy is hitting first and this is a short hole. The ladies tees are probably 120 yards and the guys tees are about 150 yards.

Jimmy has a moment of inspiration and says, "Beth, you should hit this hole from our tees to even things out."

My first reaction is to give them some grief and wanting a break, but Mike chimes in, "Yeah, c'mon Beth, you have been winning all day. Give us a break. We still have to beat you to win."

I laughed and thought to myself there was not really any difference between the two distances so I agreed. They then backed away and said that I should hit first so they could see what they had to beat. Part of why they call hitting first as "having the honors" is that it removes the pressure.

Mike tries to rattle me, saying, "Don't worry about the water Beth."

My shot was decent, not great but safe. The ball was on the green maybe 60 feet from the hole. I was glad not to have put it in the water or someplace else, but I had certainly provided an opening.

Jimmy, who was to hit next, saw my ball stop on the green and said, "Unbelievable, she is a machine."

Jimmy's shot was not bad for him, the way he had been hitting all day. He was off the green and outside mine, but it was one of his better shots of the day. Mike was up next, definitely the better golfer of the two, and probably was due for a good shot. He would have been better off hitting before me, because he seemed a little tense. Instead of a high arching shot as planned, he hit a line drive shot. It was straight however, and hit on the green, but had too much steam and went well off the back. I had won again – it was almost painful.

Mike recovered first as we headed back to the carts, doing the mock bowing, "We are not worthy."

Jimmy also participated and everyone was laughing, so at least it was not going to be awkward. When we got to the green to finish the hole, I told the guys that they didn't have to flash again, I had already seen them and I thought they were good sports.

Jimmy said, "No, we'll pay off because we have another idea. Like before, wait until we finish the hole."

They pulled away first while I was still putting my clubs in the bag. They had stopped up ahead, and they had apparently come up with a plan to surprise me because when I drove up to them they were already standing there waiting with their pants down.

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Ohhh, Rosella was right about Giovanni. He has a strong and long-lasting cock. I am thinking of how good this feels, how wonderful it is to be in control and to have a man doing my bidding for a change—being of some use to me without taking all of the time—as I rock back and forth on Giovanni's rock-hard member on the pavilion divan.

I was just toying with him at first, when I took him into the garden of the Villa Montebella to paint my portrait when the old man was too indisposed for his own sitting with the portraitist this morning. I meant to seduce him and then to rebuff him as soon as he was really hot and bothered. I am mad at grandfather, the Conte; I am mad at all of the controlling, philandering Ghiberti men. Well, maybe all except for Vincenti, off doing his business in Rome. My older brother has promised that I can go to Rome too when I no longer am of use to grandfather and have an allowance to do whatever I want to do. I want to ride long plump cocks like this one of Giovanni's and to have handsome men and beautiful women sucking at my clit. But when will that be? The old man just lives on forever, controlling all of our lives, treating me the same way Ghiberti men were treating their women in Tuscany two hundred years ago—like possessions.

I lean my head down from where I am astride Giovanni's hips, pumping up and down and back and forth on him, and he gazes adoringly at me with those wounded fawn eyes of his and opens his lips to receive a kiss, but I swoop lower and attach my teeth to one of his taut nipples.

"Ayieee," he exclaims in surprise and pain. But although he flinches, he doesn't try to withdraw from me.

"Does that hurt, dear Giovanni?" I ask mockingly, as I let loose and turn my eyes up to his. His eyes show his pain, but more than that, they show his love and devotion to me. I wonder what it will take to turn him into yet another Tuscan man pig. Surely if I give any sign of relinquishing control to him, he will become yet another Tuscan man. "If you don't like this, I can leave you now, Giovanni."

"No, no, please, Gabriella. This is heaven. You are like velvet inside, so sweet and tight."

So unlike my grandfather I think. And then, when I think of the American stranger and my grandfather together last night with all of the shackles the old Conte imposes on me, I have a flash of anger and descend on Giovanni's other nipple. I draw blood this time, but he makes no sound. There's just an increase in his heavy breathing beyond the exertion he'd been showing by moving his throbbing cock inside me. He makes me very wet, and that tonguing he gave my lips and clit below was heavenly.

Giovanni has potential. When I tried to emasculate him for letting my grandfather's threats override his burning desire for me despite my seduction here in the pavilion, he flared and became inventive, showing me that I mattered more to him than Tuscan tradition and power. He took his sable-haired brush and a box of melted chocolates and painted my breasts and belly and cunt—and then he followed the chocolate with his tongue and lips. Very enjoyable. He'd given me two orgasms already, when most Tuscan men would not have bothered whether I'd had even one as long as their dicks spouted and were satisfied.

Yes, perhaps a good man, Giovanni. I dip down to him again and feel him tense under me, not knowing where I will attack next. But I have mercy, at least at first, and this time apply my lips to his. We kiss deeply. But slowly I sense him asserting himself, struggling for control. I bite his lip to show him he's gone too far—this tryst is all about me asserting control over my life in a dismal situation. He pulls away and yelps, but when I come to him with my lips again, he willingly opens to me and lets me dictate the kiss, having learned what I will tolerate.

I sit back up in the saddle and pump him hard. He will cum shortly. But I want my third orgasm before he does. I reach back with one of my hands and find his balls. I bunch them together with my fist and twist. His eyes bug out and his mouth forms a silent scream. He knows not to do more than that, however. He may be trainable. The only trainable Tuscan man.

I see concern registered in his eyes, but it's not for anything I am doing to him. He tells me he thinks he hears someone coming down the path toward the pavilion. It might be my grandfather, the Conte.

I don't care, however. Let the old man find us thus. Maybe that's what is needed for him to release me and to let me have a life of my own in Rome.

Giovanni's face takes on a surprised look now, and he's looking intently beyond my shoulder. I feel a hard-muscled naked body saddling up behind me, obviously a man from what I feel pushing up my spine. A hugely endowed man. Arms come around my chest, and hands are cupping my breasts and squeezing hard. I cannot help but cry out.

I turn my head. It's the well-built blond American stranger who fucked my grandfather in his chamber all night long last night, so much so that the old man was unable to appear this morning. The American had gone to the fields with my younger brother, Paulo, this morning and no doubt had just returned from fucking him in the grape arbors as well. I saw the lust in Paulo's eyes for this man. I suppose he now thinks it's my turn.

A hand comes up, and he grabs me by the chin and holds my face turned toward him. His thick, sensuous lips attack mine. He pushes my lips apart and fills my mouth with his tongue. He is very good and very, very desirable. But he is a pig of a man, just like my grandfather and all his Tuscan breed. I bite him on the tongue. He pulls away from me and just laughs and then he kisses me brutally and bites my lip. My flow increases. My body wants this man. But I cannot give in now.

He pushes me down onto Giovanni, crushing my breasts against Giovanni's chest. I wonder what he intends, until I feel his cheek against mine. He's kissing Giovanni on the mouth, and Giovanni is responding to him. Giovanni's hands come, first to cup, the flowing blond hair of the stranger as they kiss, and then behind my back to the American's beating breast. Giovanni's a pig too. I must escape Tuscany altogether.

The blond American's hands come between my chest and Giovanni's, and he's rubbing my nipples against Giovanni's, sending little electric shocks through my body. I can tell Giovanni is also affected, as his cock increases in length inside me. The American's long, thick cock is pushing at me from behind. I gather my strength and push up hard, pulling the American's mouth away from Giovanni's and regaining position in the saddle. It angers me that Giovanni's cock has gained more strength. I know he's gained it from the American, not from me.

The American is squeezing my breasts hard again, and roughly rubbing his thumbs on my nipples. He has his lips and teeth in the hollow of my neck and is giving me a hard sucking kiss there.

I hear the bell start. The bell in the villa's tower is ringing. My heart soars and takes wings, wings that will take me away from Tuscany forever. I look down at Giovanni and see that he understands what the ringing of the bell means as well, and he has a contented look on his face, his fear of reprisal subsiding. His cock becomes more active; he is pushing up with it when I push down on it. He is on the edge of wresting control whenever it seems possible. So, Giovanni is a Tuscan man underneath it all as well. I will not leave him with regret.

The American doesn't seem to be noticing. He's still kneading my breasts, feeding at my neck, and rubbing his hard cock up and down the small of my back.

I start to relax now. The fighting is over. I've won.

The American senses the change and assumes that he has seduced me with his undeniably ample charms, that I'm now ripe for the picking. He's so cocky. He's used to fucking anyone he wants to fuck.

But at least he recognizes the fight that I've put up and gives that some sort of grudging respect. His lips come up to my ear, and he speaks to me in a whisper.

"Permission to enter, Signorina Gabriella? You will enjoy me, as I'm sure I will enjoy you." I examine his tone, gauging whether he's mocking me, but I don't think he is. I think he's saluting me, giving me a status in a relationship between and man and a woman that the old male guard of Tuscany will not give.

"Yes, why not?" I respond in a low, throaty voice.

He kisses me deeply again, this time in gratitude. And I let him think he's won. He takes his hands from my breast and places them on my shoulder blades and presses me once again into Giovanni's chest. But this time he does so slowly and gently, and I respond in feigned submission. I feel his bulbous cock head at my puckering rear entry, and then he's in me, slowly pushing his way in to the hilt. I have two men in me now, Giovanni in my cunt and the blond American, Dakota, in my ass. Giovanni's cock is big, but the American's is longer and thicker. We begin fucking again, the three of us, and this time I do so joyously.

Dakota may have fucked the Ghiberti men in residence, first my grandfather, the Conte, and then my young, impressionable brother, Paulo, but he is fucking me last. He saved me for last—and he sought my permission before he entered me. I can tell that he's loving me, that he's lost in my charms and my own abilities. And he thinks he has won me over and that I'm giving him such a good fuck because I have given myself to him. But that's not true. I've maintained control. I am celebrating my liberation. Now my grandfather will never have him again.

The tolling of the bell has continued, and Dakota finally has the presence of mind to ask me what it signifies.

"The bell only rings at the passing of an era in the Ghiberti family, I answer triumphantly. The Conte is dead. My older brother, Vincenti is now the Conte."

I feel a tremble and a sense of sadness go through the American's body, and I respect him for this. But as for me. This has given me wings to fly from Tuscany and into the world.

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