It was a Friday evening in June, and my twin sister Toni and I were at the Marina Pub, enjoying what would likely be our last outing of the year with colleagues from work. We were both teachers at the high school a few blocks away, and over the past school year, it had become a tradition for many of the teachers to meet at the pub after work to enjoy a few cold beverages before starting the weekend.
Toni and I were 25, and each had our dream job - she taught music and I taught art. It was a small high school, so we were each responsible for the entire curriculum in those areas, and took our work very seriously, striving to share as much as possible of our respective art forms with the students. On this particular evening, she was sharing with me her nervousness and anticipation about the upcoming end-of-year concert, when her chorus would be performing one of her compositions, songs set to poetry of e.e. cummings. She was very proud of her work, and of the energy her students had put into it, but nervous about the performance nonetheless.
It was into this heady conversation that one of the less inspired bar patrons interjected, "Hey, am I seeing double, or are you just happy to see me?" After that brilliant line, which probably made sense only to the truly smashed, he promptly stumbled over his own feet and crashed to the floor, much to the delight of several onlookers.
This was nothing new. We had learned not long after turning 21 that whenever we sat in a bar together, hot young twins, we would be subjected to the most ridiculous come-ons and predictable lines ever conceived. It didn't stop us from going out, either to spend time with friends like tonight, or in hopes of meeting eligible bachelors, but it did sometimes get pretty old. Sure, we were attractive - 5'8", reddish-brown hair, green eyes, 34C tits, and nice legs, if I may say so myself - but just because we were twins, did we really have to put up with this? A nice gentleman who could actually make conversation would be nice once in a while.
The drunk guy had been harmless, but now we were approached by another dweeb who thought he'd try the direct route - a twin 'single-entendre'. "Hey, girls - how 'bout you come back to my place and we make a sex sandwich!"
"Alright, Michelle," Toni said to me, "that's it - let's call it a night."
"Yeah, you're right. Hey guys," I waved to our colleagues a few seats down at the bar, "we're heading home now. Have a good weekend, we'll see you on Monday - last week of school!"
As we headed out the door, I heard a voice behind us, "Excuse me, miss, I believe you left your purse?"
Toni, realizing when she felt for her missing bag that her purse was the one in question, turned first. When I heard her utter "wow" under her breath, I turned as well. In a few quick strides, he had caught up with us - a dashing, slightly older man, clearly dressed for yachting. Not that I knew anything about how one dressed for yachting, I'd hardly ever been on a boat! But he looked like the classic image of the gentleman sailor, strong but lean, well-dressed and confident.
"Here you go, miss. And best of luck with the premiere of your work at next week's concert. Forgive me for eavesdropping, but e.e. cummings is one of my favorite poets, so I admit I was listening to your conversation."
"Oh, I don't mind. Thanks for noticing that I'd left my bag - losing it would have made for a lousy evening! My name is Toni, and this is my sister Michelle," she said, reaching out her hand to shake his, and then gesturing to me.
"Nice to meet you, ladies. My name is Jack. I'm just in town for a few days, mooring at the marina here."
With a wink, Toni asked him, "So you do have a ship here, you're not just dressing the part to pick up girls?"
Smiling, he replied, "Well, I wouldn't call it a 'ship', but yes, I do actually have my yacht moored here. I spend a few months of each year on the water, and this year my travels brought me through your lovely town.
"Wow, that sounds like a great life," I said, with honest enthusiasm. "You know, I've always wanted to know more about boats, what it's like to be out on the water."
"Well, would you be interested in joining me on board tomorrow afternoon? It's supposed to be lovely weather, and I would be delighted to have the pleasure of your company."
Toni and I shot each other a glance and made the decision quickly. It wasn't a difficult one - grading papers and doing laundry, or spending an afternoon on a yacht with an attractive man. "Sure," Toni was the first to get her mouth open, "we'd love to!"
"Great, then that's settled. I'm at the end of Pier 6 there," he said, pointing across the marina parking lot to one of the piers. "If you can be there just before noon, I'll have a nice lunch ready for us, and then we'll head out on the water."
After we parted ways with Jack, Toni and I chatted for a few minutes, making plans for when to meet the following morning, and marvelling at our luck - the invitation from Jack had come just as we were escaping the drool of horny drunks at the bar.
Saturday was just as beautiful as the weather forecast had promised - not a cloud in the sky, and comfortably warm. Toni and I had done the twin thing again - without planning to, we had chosen similar outfits. This happened a lot with us, and always made us chuckle. She had gone with a black bikini, covered up with shorts and a blouse which was tied just below her tits, revealing her bare midriff. I was in a black one-piece suit, covered up with a similar tied blouse and sheer wrap-around skirt. As we walked down the pier, I spotted Jack on his yacht, watching for us to arrive.
"Welcome aboard, ladies!"
"Thank you, Jack! This is a beautiful boat," I said as we joined him on the deck.
"It's great to have you here - let's sit down to some lunch, and then we'll get her out on the water."
He had prepared a wonderful meal for us - apparently cooking was one of his many skills - and we had a lovely conversation as we ate. He asked all about our work in music and art, about our teaching, and even asked about what it was like to be twins. We learned that he had earned a ridiculous amount of money early in his business career and was already semi-retired, at the age of 40, so that he could enjoy a few months each year on the water, and split the rest of his time between two different homes.
"Jack," I asked, "do you mind if I ask a few questions about your boat? I don't like being so uninformed, and I don't even know which way is port and which is starboard..."
"Well, that's an easy one. Just think of it this way - 'port' has four letters, and 'left' also has four letters."
"Oh, thank you - nobody has ever explained that in such a simple way before!"
"And about this craft? She is a Fairline Phantom 46, with a twin screw diesel engine, and I had the living quarters custom designed. It's really perfect for my needs - small enough that I don't mind travelling alone, but with enough extra space to have guests as well."
"I like the design work you had done," Toni replied, "did you choose that gorgeous panelling for the walls?"
"I did - but another nautical term for you: the walls are called 'bulkheads'."
As he continued to give us instruction in terminology, Jack motored the yacht out of the marina and out to the open water. I couldn't believe how great it felt to be out on the water - so quiet, such beautiful views in every direction, and the sun felt so wonderful on my skin. I gradually peeled off my extra layer, and after borrowing a towel from our ever-gracious host, spread out on the deck to sunbathe. Toni continued to chat with Jack as he drove. As I pondered whether this was really the right word to use, I dozed off.
I must have fallen asleep for longer than I realized, because the next thing I knew, I was alone on deck and could no longer hear Toni and Jack chatting. We were no longer moving, and the ship's motor was silent, but I heard another noise which I couldn't quite place. Still sleepy in the warm sun, I closed my eyes and listened. Was it the sound of the water against the hull? Wait, no, it couldn't be - the longer I listened, I realized I was hearing the unmistakable sounds of sex. It was muffled, but as I focused on the sound, I could now clearly hear Toni whispering 'yes, yes' in time with the slapping sound of a firm fucking.
I slowly got up and climbed down from the deck, peering into the main cabin. Nobody in sight. They had obviously found their way into one of the sleeping quarters, hoping they could have a 'quickie' while I dozed above deck. I slowly followed the erotic sounds, which became louder as I approached. "Yes, Jack, that's it - fuck me with your huge cock. I'm going to cummmmmm!"
I had never heard Toni talk like this, and for a moment I froze, thinking I should stop before I reached the door, maybe crawl back up to the deck and pretend I hadn't heard anything. But the sounds of sex overcame me, and I was now so turned on that I decided I had to get close enough to see. I managed to open the door to these quarters just wide enough to see them, but still without being noticed. As I watched Jack - who was naked - fuck Toni from behind, I slipped a finger underneath my suit and breathlessly fingered my clit.
"Oh, god, Toni, I'm going to cum. Yes, yes, YES!" he shouted as he pulled out of her and shot his load onto her ass and back. Toni writhed beneath him, obviously still riding out her own orgasm and missing the fullness of his cock inside of her.
"So Jack, would you call that a 'shot across the bow'?" I asked, pushing the door further open and startling them both.
"Michelle!" Toni looked up at me, her cheeks flushed. "Uh, how long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough, Toni. I never thought it'd be so hot to see my twin sister being fucked! But I have to say, I'm a little hurt that you two left me out of the action. What was that you mentioned earlier, Jack, about a twin screw?"
"I'm glad you joined us, Michelle. But I'm afraid you'll have to give me a little time to recover before I can fill you in, so to speak."
"Oh, we'll see about that. I'll bet I can get that mast of yours up again before you know it."
And with that cheesiest of nautical double-entendres, I stripped out of my bathing suit, fell to my knees in front of Jack, and took his half-limp cock fully into my mouth. Toni seemed to like this idea, and joined me on the floor in front of him. We started taking turns on his cock, our lips and tongues occasionally meeting in a kiss. At first this was awkward in its newness, as we had never been intimate together before. But the scene was so erotic that we both quickly gave in to it, and our kisses soon became passionate, and our fingers began wandering over each other's bodies.
I lost all ability to focus on Jack's cock when Toni's fingers reached my pussy and began stroking my clit. Jack wasn't about to let me off that easily, though, and grabbed my hair, pushing me back onto his growing length. Meanwhile, I returned Toni's favor, jutting two fingers into her dripping-wet pussy. This sight must have been something for Jack, two identical hotties on their knees before him, sucking and stroking his cock and fingering each other until we both squealed and moaned with excitement.
Finally, he was ready again. Toni seemed to have a plan, as she climbed onto the bed and settled down on her back, spreading her legs to expose her pussy to me at the edge of the bed. I put one forearm flat against the bed on each side of her, and Jack stepped up behind me, spreading my legs. In this position, I could easily eat out my sister while Jack fucked me from behind. When my tongue first touched her clit, Toni jumped beneath me. She was so wonderfully sensitive! As I started stroking my tongue slowly from her clit down into her pussy, Jack was sliding his cock against my pussy lips, preparing to enter me.
When he finally did, it was with one slow, long, gentle stroke, and I sighed against Toni's hot pussy. After a few more gentle strokes, he began quickening his pace and intensity. "Oh, Michelle, you are so tight! And I love your hot little ass!" These words were accompanied by a few slaps to that hot little ass of mine, and I squealed in delight at the touch of his hand.
As he continued to fuck me fast and hard, I inserted three fingers into Toni's pussy and began finger-fucking her, moving in and out but also wiggling the fingers within her. I took her clit gently between my teeth, licking the tip with my tongue. As she bucked and moaned beneath me at this concentrated attention on her sex, her head was banging against the bulkhead.
I was getting close to orgasm, but Jack brought me back from the edge with his next surprising move. He pulled his cock out momentarily and jutted a finger into me instead, swirling it around inside my pussy. Before I had a chance to complain about missing his cock, it was back inside of me, and that now-wet finger was probing my tiny virgin asshole. He went back to a slow and steady strokes with his cock as he pushed against my stubborn asshole, helping me to relax and let him in. Once I finally did, the feeling of fullness was wonderful, and I let him fuck me with abandon once again - this time with both his cock and his finger.
I didn't want Toni to miss out on any of this ecstasy, and continued to work to bring her to orgasm. Judging by her motions beneath me - still sacrificing herself against the bulkhead as she bucked - I had found her g-spot with the tips of my fingers. Between that and my tongue on her clit, she was now cumming powerfully. "Aaaaahh" was all she could manage to say as she cried out beneath me.
Jack and I were next, as his climax led to my own. "Are you ready, Michelle? I'm going to cummmmmmmm! Are you ready?"
Not sure exactly what he meant, I nonetheless replied with enthusiasm, "Oh yes, Jack, give it to me! Fuck me!" As I spoke, he pulled both his cock and finger out of me simultaneously and then shoved his cock deep into my ass. The lack of warning was probably a good thing, as I didn't have time to tense up my asshole against his huge cock. He filled me completely, utterly, and as he came inside of me, I was overtaken by my orgasm as well, my juices trickling down my leg as I collapsed to the bed next to my beautiful sister.
While Toni and I both stayed on the bed, admiring one another's naked bodies still somewhat sticky with cum, Jack slowly got dressed, watching us as he did. Before long, he was back to looking like the gentleman we had met yesterday, rather than the sex pirate we had just been introduced to.
"Ladies, I'm going to head back to the controls now, it's probably time we get back to the marina. Would you care to join me again tomorrow? There are a few more nautical terms I'd love to teach you."
Friday, October 26, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Open House
"Hello Carly, my name is Mr. Johnson. I'm calling in regards to your listing on Maple Drive. I'm prepared to make an offer based on the description online, but I do want to see the property before proceeding. I will be in town on business tomorrow, and have a few hours between my last meeting and my return flight. I hope that we can arrange to meet for a walk-through at 7:30pm. If that will be possible for you, please return my call, and I'll look forward to meeting you tomorrow."
That was the only message on my voice mail when I arrived at the office yesterday morning. I was new to the real estate business, and was still waiting for my first sale a few months after getting started. When I originally thought of getting into real estate, the market was incredibly hot, and I was sure it would be a great way to save money for graduate school without having to put in too many hours. Unfortunately, things had cooled down since then, and I didn't yet have any sales to show for my enthusiasm and hard work.
Needless to say, I immediately followed up on this lead. It wasn't every day that someone called out of the blue, ready to make an offer! I normally wouldn't agree to meet a new client for the first time at such a late hour (it would be after dark this time of year), but I decided to trust my gut feeling about the man from the businesslike tone of his voice mail, and go ahead with setting up the meeting. I returned his call, and when he didn't answer, left him a message confirming that I would be delighted to meet him at 7:30, and gave him my cell phone number in case anything came up.
Yesterday had dragged on after I placed that call and went to my classes. Today, after a few hours of homework, I turned my focus to the meeting, and the potential of my first sale. I wanted everything to be perfect, and decided I should arrive at the house on Maple Drive early. I grabbed a quick dinner on campus at about 6:00, and then went back to my apartment to pick out the perfect outfit. Since getting into real estate, I had quickly learned that appearance was critical. Some people talk about 'location, location, location', but appearances - of the house, of the neighborhood, of the realtor - can make or break a deal.
I was proud of the careful staging I had done of the vacant house on Maple Drive, asking the sellers to leave certain pieces of furniture and decor. Now it was time to present myself appropriately to this particular potential buyer. From his voice mail, I knew that he was a confident, well-off businessman, professional and no-nonsense. So I changed out of my college-student attire into the one suit I owned, a fitted black jacket and matching knee-length skirt. I chose a red silk blouse to wear under the jacket, and then settled on black stockings with a subtle fishnet pattern, and black heels. As I stepped in front of the mirror to do my hair, I enjoyed the feeling of confidence that washed over me. I looked professional, on par with what I expected from this mystery man, but I also looked hot, my 22-year-old body filling out every curve of this suit perfectly. My shoulder-length blonde hair now pinned back, I headed out to meet him.
I arrived at the house at 7:15 - plenty of time to do a quick walk-through to make sure everything was in order. I turned on lights here and there, lit a few candles, and turned on some music in the living room. I made sure that the windows on the south side of the house were closed, to keep out the road noise that was really the only negative about the house's location. Everything was ready, so I stood by the front window, watching for him to arrive.
At exactly 7:30, I saw a nondescript sedan pull up in front of the house, and watched as a man emerged from the driver's side. Dark as it was, I didn't see him clearly until he stepped onto the porch into the light from the house. Damn, he was handsome! I was glad I had decided to wait inside and let him ring the doorbell, because it took me a moment to regain my professional demeanor. He was tall, probably 6'3", with an athletic body which looked spectacular in his designer suit. He had striking blue eyes and close-cropped brown hair, with a bit of gray in his five-o-clock shadow. I guessed he was probably in his late 30s, and that's as far as I got with admiring his appearance before he rang the doorbell.
Taking a few deep breaths and walking slowly the few steps towards the door, I greeted him with a welcoming gesture, inviting him into the house as I said, "Mr. Johnson, I presume?"
"Yes, thank you for meeting me here, Carly - I recognize your picture from your website."
"My pleasure, it's no problem at all," and then, trying to sound a little less ridiculously eager, "please, take as much time as you'd like to look around, and let me know if you have any questions."
"Well, I reviewed the listing thoroughly online, and saw all of the pictures, so I think all I need is a quick walk-through to make sure I'd like to go ahead with an offer."
"Great, well, let's start by going through the main level, and then I'll show you the upstairs, with the wonderful master suite."
As we walked through the house, I was again impressed with his confidence. What I had sensed in his voice mail was obviously accurate - here was a man who knew what he wanted, and had the wherewithal to get it. I also couldn't help finding myself attracted to him, although obviously the deal was too important to me to do anything so silly as hit on him.
The upstairs of the house really was quite nice, I thought to myself as we walked through the master suite. It had been a bit of a fight, but I had convinced the sellers to leave their king-sized bed, complete with its beautiful silk sheets, to help show off the room to potential buyers. Maybe someday I'll be able to own a house like this, after college...
This daydream was abruptly interrupted by a surprising feeling, Mr. Johnson's hand on my ass. At first I froze, and he in turn froze as well, but I quickly melted again, and his gentle pat became a firmer squeeze. I had turned myself into a steely professional in order to make the deal, but if he was going to be the one to make the first move, I certainly wasn't going to turn him down.
Both of his hands were now moving over my body as I leaned into him, my back still to him. He quickly found my breasts, kneading them through my jacket and blouse, and I responded by grinding my ass against his crotch. The sexual tension was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and was only accentuated by the impropriety of it all, this naughtiness in business attire.
I attempted to turn around to face him, but his hands told me that he wanted me to remain where I was, and I complied with his confident direction. He peeled off my jacket, and his expert fingers quickly unbuttoned my blouse and were now inside my bra, squeezing my nipples. I could feel his erection growing, and continued to push back against him as he pleasured me. One of his hands now dropped to my skirt, grabbing at the fabric to pull it up. He seemed pleased to discover that my stockings were only just-over knee high, and began to explore the skin of my inner thigh with his warm fingers.
As I responded to his caresses by letting my head fall back against his chest, he began licking and nibbling my earlobe. The combination of all of this attention soon had me very wet, a fact he discovered as his fingers reached my panties. As if in response to my wetness, he kicked things into a higher, more agressive gear. He walked towards the bed, forcing me to walk as well, and when we arrived at the edge of the glorious king-sized bed, he pushed me down so that my forearms were pressed against the comforter, but I was still on my feet, my ass pressed against his crotch.
I felt him move away from me as I helplessly ground my ass against the air. I soon realized, even without looking back to see him, that he was removing his clothes, and when I felt his hands on my body again, he was pushing my skirt up to my waist. As he began exploring the edges of my panties with his fingers, teasing me with touches to my ass and inner thighs, I pulled off my unbuttoned blouse and bra and threw them to the floor. He then tugged at my panties, pulling them down and away from my wet pussy until I was able to kick them off to one side.
I let out a whimper as I felt him pull away from me again, but soon realized that I had no cause for complaint. He had knelt behind me, and now, with one strong hand on each of my thighs, pushed my legs further apart. I let my head fall to the bed as his tongue first touched the skin of my ass, and traced a wet line directly to my pussy. He eagerly slurped up the juices that were already trickling out of my sex, and then began a slow, steady stroking from my clit to my pussy lips.
All the tension of the day - sexual and otherwise - melted away as this man ate me out. He soon had me moaning and bucking, and had to grab my hips firmly to keep in contact with me as I began to lose control. After several minutes of his steady tongue strokes, he turned his tongue's focus entirely to my clit, and inserted two fingers deep into me. But rather than speed up his motions, as I expected him to, he instead slowed, and finally stopped, pulling away from me and standing up. He gently touched my arm and motioned for me to stand up as well.
For the first time since he had made his move, we were now face to face. He was completely naked, his muscular body just as hot as I had imagined it to be when I first saw him. The raw sexuality I felt was unlike anything I had experienced before. The sight and feel of this man before me, the lingering sensations of his fingers on my body and his tongue on my clit - I was ready for anything. Still wearing my skirt, which was pushed up to my waist, and my just-over-the-knee stockings, I watched as he climbed onto the bed and settled himself on his back, with his head on the pillows.
I climbed onto the bed beside him and began to fondle his cock with both hands. It was already half-hard, but quickly grew so that it took both of my hands to fully encircle it. I took the tip, and then a few more inches, into my mouth, and began bobbing up and down on it as I firmly stroked the base with both hands. After a few minutes, impressed at his stamina, I began fondling his balls with one hand and taking a bit more of his shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cock as I stroked.
Completely engrossed in sucking his huge cock, I hardly noticed when he first tried to get my attention. A slap on the ass remedied that, and I pulled myself away from his cock long enough for him to grab me by the hips, position one of my knees on each side of him, and pull my pussy down onto his face. I had always fantasized about enjoying a 69 position, but never had a boyfriend who wanted to spend that much time eating me out! His tongue again exploring my wet pussy, I turned my attention back to his cock, this time taking as much of his length as I could before stroking up and down.
As his tongue explored the inner lips of my pussy, I moaned onto his cock. I was again amazed at his stamina as I felt my first orgasm coming, but he was still holding back as I sucked him. I let myself go, and this time he let me finish, forcing myself down onto his tongue and coating him with my juices. In my moment of ecstasy, I wasn't able to keep my mouth on his cock, but continued stroking him furiously with one hand as I screamed out.
As I finished, he let me fall to the bed and again stood up, his hard cock jutting out from his body as he walked to the foot of the bed. He now grabbed both of my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, giving himself full access to plunge into my pussy. But first he teased me. After putting one of my feet on each of his shoulders, he used his hands to draw the head of his cock back and forth against my pussy lips for what seemed like an eternity. Even though I had just cum, this delay was excruciating - I wanted him inside of me, fucking me!
Mind reader that he seemed to be, he thrust fully into me as soon as I had the thought. I couldn't believe the feeling of fullness as he began to stroke his huge cock in and out of my still dripping pussy. He took hold of my ankles again, and used that grip to occasionally move my legs, changing the angle of his insertion, as we fucked for what seemed like an eternity.
Suddenly, his demeanor changed, and I guessed that he was finally nearing his climax, after holding off for so very long. Just when I thought he would begin pounding me more furiously, he instead pulled out and backed up one step, giving me room to get up and stand again with my ass to him and my hands on the bed. I had longed for this penetration from behind ever since he first seduced me from that angle.
As soon as I was ready, my legs spread wide for him, he plunged into me again, reaching a depth inside of me that took my breath away. Once there, he moved slowly at first, grinding his hips against my ass. His hands reached around and grabbed both of my breasts, kneading them firmly as he began to stroke in and out of me. Then, as he began thrusting more furiously, one hand reached for my clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger. I had thought nothing could surpass my orgasm from the 69 position, but I was wrong. This deep penetration from behind, his increasing intensity as he approached his own climax, his strong fingers on my nipples and clit, it was overwhelming, an all-encompassing pleasure that covered every inch of my body.
As a long, deep orgasm went through me, he finally came as well, shouting out as he pulled out of me and shot his load all over my ass. Completely spent, I collapsed to the bed. My first coherent thought was to realize that I didn't even know this man's first name. I rolled over to ask him this question, only to find him already gone. How long had it taken me to rejoin the conscious world after that orgasm?
I jumped up from the bed and ran to the window. As I pulled back the curtains, I just managed to see his car pull away from the front of the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something on the dresser - a business card. It had no company logo, no information other than his name - still just 'Mr. Johnson' - and the same phone number he had left in his voice mail the day before.
Thoroughly perplexed, but also thoroughly satisfied, I slowly got dressed, locked up the house, and went back to my apartment. It wasn't until I was in the shower later that evening that I realized the real question that remained unanswered - did I make the sale?
That was the only message on my voice mail when I arrived at the office yesterday morning. I was new to the real estate business, and was still waiting for my first sale a few months after getting started. When I originally thought of getting into real estate, the market was incredibly hot, and I was sure it would be a great way to save money for graduate school without having to put in too many hours. Unfortunately, things had cooled down since then, and I didn't yet have any sales to show for my enthusiasm and hard work.
Needless to say, I immediately followed up on this lead. It wasn't every day that someone called out of the blue, ready to make an offer! I normally wouldn't agree to meet a new client for the first time at such a late hour (it would be after dark this time of year), but I decided to trust my gut feeling about the man from the businesslike tone of his voice mail, and go ahead with setting up the meeting. I returned his call, and when he didn't answer, left him a message confirming that I would be delighted to meet him at 7:30, and gave him my cell phone number in case anything came up.
Yesterday had dragged on after I placed that call and went to my classes. Today, after a few hours of homework, I turned my focus to the meeting, and the potential of my first sale. I wanted everything to be perfect, and decided I should arrive at the house on Maple Drive early. I grabbed a quick dinner on campus at about 6:00, and then went back to my apartment to pick out the perfect outfit. Since getting into real estate, I had quickly learned that appearance was critical. Some people talk about 'location, location, location', but appearances - of the house, of the neighborhood, of the realtor - can make or break a deal.
I was proud of the careful staging I had done of the vacant house on Maple Drive, asking the sellers to leave certain pieces of furniture and decor. Now it was time to present myself appropriately to this particular potential buyer. From his voice mail, I knew that he was a confident, well-off businessman, professional and no-nonsense. So I changed out of my college-student attire into the one suit I owned, a fitted black jacket and matching knee-length skirt. I chose a red silk blouse to wear under the jacket, and then settled on black stockings with a subtle fishnet pattern, and black heels. As I stepped in front of the mirror to do my hair, I enjoyed the feeling of confidence that washed over me. I looked professional, on par with what I expected from this mystery man, but I also looked hot, my 22-year-old body filling out every curve of this suit perfectly. My shoulder-length blonde hair now pinned back, I headed out to meet him.
I arrived at the house at 7:15 - plenty of time to do a quick walk-through to make sure everything was in order. I turned on lights here and there, lit a few candles, and turned on some music in the living room. I made sure that the windows on the south side of the house were closed, to keep out the road noise that was really the only negative about the house's location. Everything was ready, so I stood by the front window, watching for him to arrive.
At exactly 7:30, I saw a nondescript sedan pull up in front of the house, and watched as a man emerged from the driver's side. Dark as it was, I didn't see him clearly until he stepped onto the porch into the light from the house. Damn, he was handsome! I was glad I had decided to wait inside and let him ring the doorbell, because it took me a moment to regain my professional demeanor. He was tall, probably 6'3", with an athletic body which looked spectacular in his designer suit. He had striking blue eyes and close-cropped brown hair, with a bit of gray in his five-o-clock shadow. I guessed he was probably in his late 30s, and that's as far as I got with admiring his appearance before he rang the doorbell.
Taking a few deep breaths and walking slowly the few steps towards the door, I greeted him with a welcoming gesture, inviting him into the house as I said, "Mr. Johnson, I presume?"
"Yes, thank you for meeting me here, Carly - I recognize your picture from your website."
"My pleasure, it's no problem at all," and then, trying to sound a little less ridiculously eager, "please, take as much time as you'd like to look around, and let me know if you have any questions."
"Well, I reviewed the listing thoroughly online, and saw all of the pictures, so I think all I need is a quick walk-through to make sure I'd like to go ahead with an offer."
"Great, well, let's start by going through the main level, and then I'll show you the upstairs, with the wonderful master suite."
As we walked through the house, I was again impressed with his confidence. What I had sensed in his voice mail was obviously accurate - here was a man who knew what he wanted, and had the wherewithal to get it. I also couldn't help finding myself attracted to him, although obviously the deal was too important to me to do anything so silly as hit on him.
The upstairs of the house really was quite nice, I thought to myself as we walked through the master suite. It had been a bit of a fight, but I had convinced the sellers to leave their king-sized bed, complete with its beautiful silk sheets, to help show off the room to potential buyers. Maybe someday I'll be able to own a house like this, after college...
This daydream was abruptly interrupted by a surprising feeling, Mr. Johnson's hand on my ass. At first I froze, and he in turn froze as well, but I quickly melted again, and his gentle pat became a firmer squeeze. I had turned myself into a steely professional in order to make the deal, but if he was going to be the one to make the first move, I certainly wasn't going to turn him down.
Both of his hands were now moving over my body as I leaned into him, my back still to him. He quickly found my breasts, kneading them through my jacket and blouse, and I responded by grinding my ass against his crotch. The sexual tension was unlike anything I had ever experienced, and was only accentuated by the impropriety of it all, this naughtiness in business attire.
I attempted to turn around to face him, but his hands told me that he wanted me to remain where I was, and I complied with his confident direction. He peeled off my jacket, and his expert fingers quickly unbuttoned my blouse and were now inside my bra, squeezing my nipples. I could feel his erection growing, and continued to push back against him as he pleasured me. One of his hands now dropped to my skirt, grabbing at the fabric to pull it up. He seemed pleased to discover that my stockings were only just-over knee high, and began to explore the skin of my inner thigh with his warm fingers.
As I responded to his caresses by letting my head fall back against his chest, he began licking and nibbling my earlobe. The combination of all of this attention soon had me very wet, a fact he discovered as his fingers reached my panties. As if in response to my wetness, he kicked things into a higher, more agressive gear. He walked towards the bed, forcing me to walk as well, and when we arrived at the edge of the glorious king-sized bed, he pushed me down so that my forearms were pressed against the comforter, but I was still on my feet, my ass pressed against his crotch.
I felt him move away from me as I helplessly ground my ass against the air. I soon realized, even without looking back to see him, that he was removing his clothes, and when I felt his hands on my body again, he was pushing my skirt up to my waist. As he began exploring the edges of my panties with his fingers, teasing me with touches to my ass and inner thighs, I pulled off my unbuttoned blouse and bra and threw them to the floor. He then tugged at my panties, pulling them down and away from my wet pussy until I was able to kick them off to one side.
I let out a whimper as I felt him pull away from me again, but soon realized that I had no cause for complaint. He had knelt behind me, and now, with one strong hand on each of my thighs, pushed my legs further apart. I let my head fall to the bed as his tongue first touched the skin of my ass, and traced a wet line directly to my pussy. He eagerly slurped up the juices that were already trickling out of my sex, and then began a slow, steady stroking from my clit to my pussy lips.
All the tension of the day - sexual and otherwise - melted away as this man ate me out. He soon had me moaning and bucking, and had to grab my hips firmly to keep in contact with me as I began to lose control. After several minutes of his steady tongue strokes, he turned his tongue's focus entirely to my clit, and inserted two fingers deep into me. But rather than speed up his motions, as I expected him to, he instead slowed, and finally stopped, pulling away from me and standing up. He gently touched my arm and motioned for me to stand up as well.
For the first time since he had made his move, we were now face to face. He was completely naked, his muscular body just as hot as I had imagined it to be when I first saw him. The raw sexuality I felt was unlike anything I had experienced before. The sight and feel of this man before me, the lingering sensations of his fingers on my body and his tongue on my clit - I was ready for anything. Still wearing my skirt, which was pushed up to my waist, and my just-over-the-knee stockings, I watched as he climbed onto the bed and settled himself on his back, with his head on the pillows.
I climbed onto the bed beside him and began to fondle his cock with both hands. It was already half-hard, but quickly grew so that it took both of my hands to fully encircle it. I took the tip, and then a few more inches, into my mouth, and began bobbing up and down on it as I firmly stroked the base with both hands. After a few minutes, impressed at his stamina, I began fondling his balls with one hand and taking a bit more of his shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his cock as I stroked.
Completely engrossed in sucking his huge cock, I hardly noticed when he first tried to get my attention. A slap on the ass remedied that, and I pulled myself away from his cock long enough for him to grab me by the hips, position one of my knees on each side of him, and pull my pussy down onto his face. I had always fantasized about enjoying a 69 position, but never had a boyfriend who wanted to spend that much time eating me out! His tongue again exploring my wet pussy, I turned my attention back to his cock, this time taking as much of his length as I could before stroking up and down.
As his tongue explored the inner lips of my pussy, I moaned onto his cock. I was again amazed at his stamina as I felt my first orgasm coming, but he was still holding back as I sucked him. I let myself go, and this time he let me finish, forcing myself down onto his tongue and coating him with my juices. In my moment of ecstasy, I wasn't able to keep my mouth on his cock, but continued stroking him furiously with one hand as I screamed out.
As I finished, he let me fall to the bed and again stood up, his hard cock jutting out from his body as he walked to the foot of the bed. He now grabbed both of my ankles and pulled me to the edge of the bed, giving himself full access to plunge into my pussy. But first he teased me. After putting one of my feet on each of his shoulders, he used his hands to draw the head of his cock back and forth against my pussy lips for what seemed like an eternity. Even though I had just cum, this delay was excruciating - I wanted him inside of me, fucking me!
Mind reader that he seemed to be, he thrust fully into me as soon as I had the thought. I couldn't believe the feeling of fullness as he began to stroke his huge cock in and out of my still dripping pussy. He took hold of my ankles again, and used that grip to occasionally move my legs, changing the angle of his insertion, as we fucked for what seemed like an eternity.
Suddenly, his demeanor changed, and I guessed that he was finally nearing his climax, after holding off for so very long. Just when I thought he would begin pounding me more furiously, he instead pulled out and backed up one step, giving me room to get up and stand again with my ass to him and my hands on the bed. I had longed for this penetration from behind ever since he first seduced me from that angle.
As soon as I was ready, my legs spread wide for him, he plunged into me again, reaching a depth inside of me that took my breath away. Once there, he moved slowly at first, grinding his hips against my ass. His hands reached around and grabbed both of my breasts, kneading them firmly as he began to stroke in and out of me. Then, as he began thrusting more furiously, one hand reached for my clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger. I had thought nothing could surpass my orgasm from the 69 position, but I was wrong. This deep penetration from behind, his increasing intensity as he approached his own climax, his strong fingers on my nipples and clit, it was overwhelming, an all-encompassing pleasure that covered every inch of my body.
As a long, deep orgasm went through me, he finally came as well, shouting out as he pulled out of me and shot his load all over my ass. Completely spent, I collapsed to the bed. My first coherent thought was to realize that I didn't even know this man's first name. I rolled over to ask him this question, only to find him already gone. How long had it taken me to rejoin the conscious world after that orgasm?
I jumped up from the bed and ran to the window. As I pulled back the curtains, I just managed to see his car pull away from the front of the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something on the dresser - a business card. It had no company logo, no information other than his name - still just 'Mr. Johnson' - and the same phone number he had left in his voice mail the day before.
Thoroughly perplexed, but also thoroughly satisfied, I slowly got dressed, locked up the house, and went back to my apartment. It wasn't until I was in the shower later that evening that I realized the real question that remained unanswered - did I make the sale?
Monday, October 15, 2007
Orchestrated Encounter
I was practicing a difficult passage from the Brahms 4th when my stand-mate arrived at the rehearsal. "Good morning, Anne," she said in her usual cheery voice. I nodded back to her, but kept playing. Karen and I went back to our conservatory days, and were quite good friends, but when I was in the zone, warming up for a rehearsal, I would never stop to chat.
I was principal cellist for the Philharmonic, a position I was very proud to hold at the relatively young age of 28, and a role which I took very seriously. We were a good orchestra with a fine, and very demanding, conductor, and we were embarking on a challenging season. There would be several concerts with new repertoire, a tour, and a recording session. I was excited to get to work at this first rehearsal after the long summer break.
As our conductor walked up to the podium, I stopped playing and got my music in order. He and I had discussed his plans for the first rehearsal at dinner last evening, before a night of wild sex. Oh, didn't I mention that part? Yes, I was sleeping with the conductor. It was a well-guarded secret, since neither of us wanted to become the target of orchestra gossip. But even though I felt the need to keep the relationship secret, I wasn't ashamed. After all, it's not as though I got my job because I was sleeping with him. It started about six months after I joined the orchestra, when he hatched an elaborate plan to seduce me, obviously not realizing that it didn't take much seducing for me to fall for his type - the older man in a position of authority. Anyway, the sex was great - but when we worked together, it was all business.
Frederick sat down on his stool and raised up one hand, and the orchestra responded immediately, ceasing all conversation, shuffling of music, and warm-up exercises. Those were powerful hands. He was a strikingly handsome man of 40, and it was difficult for me to decide which was his most attractive feature - his athletic 6'2" build, his strong but graceful hands, or his piercing blue eyes. He also had a huge cock, evidence that the desire to lead others with a baton doesn't always stem from having a small dick.
He of course had a few irritating pretentions, not uncommon among conductors, but fortunately for me, I found them charming. One of these came up right away, as he started off the rehearsal by introducing himself. "For those of you who are new to the orchestra, my name is Frederick (he pronounced each syllable: Fred-eh-rick), but you haven't known me long enough to be on a first name basis, so you can call me 'Maestro'."
As I watched a few people roll their eyes, I smiled to myself, enjoying the secret knowledge that he also liked me to call him 'Maestro' when we were having sex. Again, ridiculously pretentious, but I found it endearing.
He continued, "And before we get to work on the Brahms, I'd like to introduce a few of those new faces, the winners of recent auditions for a few open seats. Mark here joins the violas, Christian is the new member of the horn section, and the lovely Kylie is our new principal trianglist."
This last introduction shocked me out of my daydream, and I shot a glance to Karen. "What the hell - principal triangle?" I mouthed to her.
"Yeah, what's that about? There's only one way a young hottie like her got a bullshit job like that!" she whispered back to me.
Karen had no way of knowing that her comment would bother me; she was just one of many friends from whom I kept secret my relationship with Frederick. But as the rehearsal started and I fought to concentrate on the music, I couldn't help wonder what this news really meant. I had never heard anything as ridiculous as a principal triangle position. I couldn't believe that Frederick would be willing to put his reputation on the line in front of the orchestra to make such an announcement. And I couldn't help noticing two things about Kylie as I watched her from across the orchestra: she was an incredibly hot young woman, and she wasn't, shall we say, playing her triangle with a full deck. As she made mistake after mistake, and Frederick gently corrected each one - definitely NOT his usual style - I became more and more convinced that he was up to no good with this girl.
At the break in rehearsal, I joined him on the podium, pretending to ask a question about the rehearsal, but really said, "So, what the hell is going on with this new girl?"
"Oh," he said casually, "some patron apparently has a thing for the triangle, and decided to endow a new position in the orchestra, so we just hired Kylie last week. Any serious percussionist would be embarrassed to take the job, so we didn't have many candidates to choose from."
I returned to my chair, crushed that he had just lied to me so blatantly. I had watched Frederick fight so many times against inappropriate suggestions from donors or board members that I knew he wouldn't give in on something as inane as this. I was furious that he thought he could get away with lying to me about this.
As I stewed about this, angrily scratching away at my cello, Karen came back to her chair, breathless with newly-obtained gossip to share. "So, here's the scoop: this Kylie girl is a student at the conservatory, apparently making her way through more on her looks than on her talent, and word is she's getting principal pay to stand over there and try to hit the triangle at the right time. I'm shocked that Frederick would put up with this 19-year-old no-talent hack in his orchestra!"
This sent me over the edge - she was making the same salary I was?!? That did it, I was going to confront Frederick. It took every ounce of professionalism I had to get through the rest of the rehearsal. As I packed up my cello, I decided that I would pretend to leave, but actually hang back and watch him - follow him, if necessary - to see if I could figure out what he was up to with this girl. As I pretended to walk out with everyone else, I noticed Frederick watching me leave. As soon as he looked away, I quickly stepped away from the crowd and made my way back towards the stage, and then into the shadows of the backstage area, quietly setting down my cello in a safe corner.
Soon, there were just a few people left on the stage, and after a few more goodbyes, it was just Frederick and Kylie, the bimbo who couldn't find the beat if it slapped her on the ass. I was confident that nobody had seen me come back stage, and I sat down on a stool near the edge of the stage, giving myself a full view of the stage and auditorium, and waited to see what I could learn by spying on these two.
Frederick spoke first. "So, Kylie, you struggled a bit in today's rehearsal. What can we do about that?"
"I'm sorry, I promise I can do better next time. I was just nervous, playing with the orchestra for the first time."
"Well, normally I wouldn't tolerate the kind of mistakes you were making today, but you came to us so highly recommended by your professors at the conservatory, I guess I can give you another chance." As he spoke, I watched as Kylie moved toward him, removing her top as she walked to reveal her perky 34D tits in a lacy black bra. I managed to cover my mouth with my hand before I gasped. Judging by his lack of shock at her actions, this wasn't the first time he had seen her tits.
"And what exactly did my professors say about me?" Kylie said as she came up alongside him and began to undo his belt.
"That you gave the best head they've ever had. That you are a cock-sucking, cum-swallowing slut."
"That's right, I love cock, and especially yours - it's so thick and long!" and with that eloquent elocution, she was already on her knees, freeing his growing cock from his boxers and slurping it into her mouth.
I was furious. Not only was he cheating on me, he was letting go of his usual high musical standards just because of a nice blow job from this young hottie? And what was I going to do? I couldn't just break things off with him, because it would make it incredibly awkward to work together. We'd have to work this out, one way or another.
Kylie's cock-sucking talents obviously were something special. Even from across the room, I could see his intense pleasure as she miraculously deep-throated him - something I'd never come close to doing, and didn't think anyone could! He had never complained about my blow jobs, but I could see now what he must have been missing from me in that department.
And she really was hot. He had just managed to unhook her bra, and her round, full tits were bouncing as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Her knee-length skirt, grazing the floor in her current position, hugged her spectacular ass. And she was graced with that rarity - true red hair, landing in waves just below her shoulder blades - that I knew was a turn-on for a lot of men, Frederick included.
As I watched this hot scene play out on the stage, I realized there was only one thing for me to do: join them. All that was left to do was to craft the perfect entrance. I quietly stood up and removed my blousy top and long skirt, leaving myself in bra, panties, and heels. Taking a deep breath, I confidently walked out on stage, more like I was about to begin a musical performance than interrupt a blow job. As I approached, Frederick heard the sound of my heels and looked at me, blushing with embarrassment, but powerless to stop Kylie's enthusiastic motions on his cock. I could tell he was close to cumming; I would have to move fast. She was clearly so involved in her 'work' that she didn't hear me coming, didn't hear as I picked up his baton from the podium and stepped directly behind her.
Placing the baton gently on her shoulder, I did finally manage to get her attention, but she still didn't stop sucking. I traced the line of her naked back with the tip of the baton until I reached the waist of her skirt; then, drawing it back, I swatted her on the ass. With a little whimper, she finally drew herself away from Frederick's huge cock, and turned around to see who had interruped her. Frederick started to protest, or apologize, or explain, but before he string more than a few words together, I put my finger to my lips to quiet him.
"I'm curious, Kylie, do your talents extend to going down on a woman?"
Seemingly unfazed by my sudden presence on the stage, half-dressed, she replied enthusiastically, "Ooh, I've never tried that before, but I've always wanted to."
"Well, I'm sure Frederick would like to watch, wouldn't you, sweetie? Go for it, Kylie," I said, spreading my legs a bit as she crawled over to me on her knees. As she pushed my panties to one side for full access to my pussy, I reached up and undid the bun in my hair, allowing my long blonde locks to fall down around my face.
"Oh, yeah, Anne, that's so hot," Frederick replied, obviously relieved and turned on by the fact that I had chosen to join them rather than yell at him. He took his cock in his hand and began to slowly stroke it as he watched one half-naked woman pleasuring another.
Kylie truly did have amazing talents when it came to giving pleasure with her tongue. I had never felt anything quite like what she was doing to me right now, flicking her tongue so quickly back and forth on my clit as her fingers explored the entrance of my pussy. Even without entering me, she brought me several times to the brink of intense pleasure, only to pull back just at the right moment to keep me going. And watching Frederick watch us just added to my excitement. His hand was now stroking his cock more quickly, as he looked back and forth between me, clearly enjoying the look of pleasure on my face, and Kylie, clearly enjoying her younger, firmer body.
Before she could make either of us cum, I pulled Kylie up to her feet and pulled her body into mine, reaching for the zipper of her skirt as I enjoyed the feeling of our breasts pressing together. Her skirt fell to the floor, and I thrust my hand into her panties, finding first her clit and then slipping a few fingers inside her pussy. She was just as wet as I imagined she'd be - I knew sucking cock must be a huge turn on for her. She arched her back and pushed herself down onto me, and as I finger-fucked her, I motioned for Frederick to finally join us.
I let my fingers fall out of Kylie's dripping wet pussy, and thrust them into her mouth, making her lick her own juices as I pulled her panties down over her lucious ass, freeing them to fall to the floor. I walked a few steps back over to Frederick's podium, and sat down on his conductor's stool, spreading my legs as far as I could. "Kylie, I want you to go back to pleasuring me with that hot mouth of yours, while Frederick takes you from behind with his huge cock. I know you can deep-throat him, but do you think your pussy can handle him?"
"Oh, yeah, I've wanted that cock inside of me since the moment I saw it."
Frederick didn't need any further encouragement, and, coming up behind her, plowed into Kylie's pussy, forcing her face into my pussy. Again, her tongue worked magic on my clit, but now with a new intensity, inspired by Frederick's steady stroking into her. She soon found my pussy with one hand, and began finger-fucking me with the same rhythm as Frederick's cock in her own pussy. She could find the beat after all - just not when she was trying to play the triangle!
As I was hoping he would, Frederick began to slap Kylie's ass as he fucked her from behind. This was something he often did when he fucked me, as both the sound and feel were a huge turn-on for both of us. Kylie responded as well, sucking my clit with renewed gusto with each swat on her bottom. She was now moaning loudly, and I could tell that she no longer had enough control to keep bringing me down from the brink of ecstasy. She was sucking and nibbling my clit with a regular rhythm, and her fingers plowed into me furiously as Frederick fucked her.
"Maestro," I said to him, "I think it's time for a tempo change. Perhaps a bit slower, and then an accelerando to the end?"
He loved the oh-so-realistic role-playing game, with himself as the maestro and the sex act as the piece of music he was artfully sculpting to its ultimate climax. He apparently agreed with my suggestion, and drew back his furious pounding of Kylie's pussy into a more relaxed, methodical stroking. She took a moment to catch her breath, and moved her tongue from my clit to my pussy. This was exactly what I was hoping for, her skilled tongue inside of me, and I began to stroke my own clit in anticipation of the orgasm that would soon come.
Frederick talked us through it, as he so loved to do. "Yes, that's it, keep it steady. Long, slow phrases." His cock was moving slowly in and out of Kylie's wet pussy, exposing the tip on each stroke.
"Now, we begin to build in intensity. No faster yet, just intensity." He expected just as much subtlety out of his cock as he did out of his orchestra.
"And now the tempo increases, little by little." Kylie actually anticipated this instruction, jutting her tongue in and out of my pussy before the speed of his thrusts increased in hers.
"And now a crescendo as well, just let it go, building in speed and volume until the climax!" He was getting close now, and had to let the role-playing go. All three of us were moaning, and Frederick was the first to cum.
"Ahhhh, I'm going to cum!" Just before he shot his load deep into Kylie's pussy, Frederick stopped thrusting, but Kylie quickly picked up the slack, working to keep the motion going long enough to ride out her own orgasm. Hers was long and intense, and she collapsed beneath us on the stage floor after she had cum.
Pleasured as I was by Kylie's tongue on my clit and in my pussy, I still needed to cum and longed to have Frederick's cock inside of me, especially with Kylie there with us. Giving them both a few moments to recover, I moved to the edge of the stage and began giving them a nice little show, fondling my tits and stroking my clit as they watched. I then jumped the few feet down off the stage onto the floor below, and encouraged Kylie to join me. Frederick wanted to follow us, but I asked him instead to sit on the edge of the stage, making his cock available to us. I knew the best way to get him hard again quickly would be to have Kylie suck him again.
I started him off, enjoying the taste of Kylie's juices on as much of his cock as I could fit in my mouth - which was most of it when it was only half-hard, as it was now. But then I invited Kylie to join me, and he quickly grew to his full length, which only she could handle. As she licked, and then sucked, and then rapidly bobbed up and down on his cock, I knelt down, fondling and licking his balls. Just as I had hoped, he was quickly ready for more fucking, and this time it would be my pussy taking the impact.
He now joined us on the floor, and I spread my legs and leaned over, placing my forearms on the stage. He teased me with a few swats on the ass, until I couldn't take the suspense anymore and reached back, pulling him into me. As always, the feeling of fullness from his huge cock inside of me was wonderful. I knew I wouldn't last long, but hoped that we could cum together. Luckily, Kylie was there to help us. She climbed underneath us, and found a position from which she could lick my clit and play with his balls as he fucked me.
"Yes, Maestro, fuck me with your huge cock. Fuck me, harder!"
Frederick responded by thrusting furiously into me. The combination of his intense fucking and Kylie's tongue on my clit quickly pushed me over the edge, and I shouted out as I reached my climax, "Oh, yes, I'm cummmmmming!"
Just as I felt my orgasm subside, Frederick, who was aggressively pounding me throughout, came again as well, his cum dripping out of my pussy. Kylie slurped up our combined juices, and Frederick and I let ourselves fall to the floor next to her.
After a few minutes, we realized we'd better clean ourselves up and leave the auditorium before another group came in for a rehearsal. "Anne," Frederick said to me while looking at Kylie, "I think Kylie will be able to manage just fine in the orchestra, as long as I work with her regularly and she has a mentor in the orchestra such as yourself. Don't you agree?"
"Oh, absolutely. Anyone who shows that much talent with her tongue should be able to learn to hit the triangle on the beat. I'm committed to working with her as much as necessary."
"Thanks, you two," Kylie replied with a smile. "I look forward to making the most of this love triangle."
I was principal cellist for the Philharmonic, a position I was very proud to hold at the relatively young age of 28, and a role which I took very seriously. We were a good orchestra with a fine, and very demanding, conductor, and we were embarking on a challenging season. There would be several concerts with new repertoire, a tour, and a recording session. I was excited to get to work at this first rehearsal after the long summer break.
As our conductor walked up to the podium, I stopped playing and got my music in order. He and I had discussed his plans for the first rehearsal at dinner last evening, before a night of wild sex. Oh, didn't I mention that part? Yes, I was sleeping with the conductor. It was a well-guarded secret, since neither of us wanted to become the target of orchestra gossip. But even though I felt the need to keep the relationship secret, I wasn't ashamed. After all, it's not as though I got my job because I was sleeping with him. It started about six months after I joined the orchestra, when he hatched an elaborate plan to seduce me, obviously not realizing that it didn't take much seducing for me to fall for his type - the older man in a position of authority. Anyway, the sex was great - but when we worked together, it was all business.
Frederick sat down on his stool and raised up one hand, and the orchestra responded immediately, ceasing all conversation, shuffling of music, and warm-up exercises. Those were powerful hands. He was a strikingly handsome man of 40, and it was difficult for me to decide which was his most attractive feature - his athletic 6'2" build, his strong but graceful hands, or his piercing blue eyes. He also had a huge cock, evidence that the desire to lead others with a baton doesn't always stem from having a small dick.
He of course had a few irritating pretentions, not uncommon among conductors, but fortunately for me, I found them charming. One of these came up right away, as he started off the rehearsal by introducing himself. "For those of you who are new to the orchestra, my name is Frederick (he pronounced each syllable: Fred-eh-rick), but you haven't known me long enough to be on a first name basis, so you can call me 'Maestro'."
As I watched a few people roll their eyes, I smiled to myself, enjoying the secret knowledge that he also liked me to call him 'Maestro' when we were having sex. Again, ridiculously pretentious, but I found it endearing.
He continued, "And before we get to work on the Brahms, I'd like to introduce a few of those new faces, the winners of recent auditions for a few open seats. Mark here joins the violas, Christian is the new member of the horn section, and the lovely Kylie is our new principal trianglist."
This last introduction shocked me out of my daydream, and I shot a glance to Karen. "What the hell - principal triangle?" I mouthed to her.
"Yeah, what's that about? There's only one way a young hottie like her got a bullshit job like that!" she whispered back to me.
Karen had no way of knowing that her comment would bother me; she was just one of many friends from whom I kept secret my relationship with Frederick. But as the rehearsal started and I fought to concentrate on the music, I couldn't help wonder what this news really meant. I had never heard anything as ridiculous as a principal triangle position. I couldn't believe that Frederick would be willing to put his reputation on the line in front of the orchestra to make such an announcement. And I couldn't help noticing two things about Kylie as I watched her from across the orchestra: she was an incredibly hot young woman, and she wasn't, shall we say, playing her triangle with a full deck. As she made mistake after mistake, and Frederick gently corrected each one - definitely NOT his usual style - I became more and more convinced that he was up to no good with this girl.
At the break in rehearsal, I joined him on the podium, pretending to ask a question about the rehearsal, but really said, "So, what the hell is going on with this new girl?"
"Oh," he said casually, "some patron apparently has a thing for the triangle, and decided to endow a new position in the orchestra, so we just hired Kylie last week. Any serious percussionist would be embarrassed to take the job, so we didn't have many candidates to choose from."
I returned to my chair, crushed that he had just lied to me so blatantly. I had watched Frederick fight so many times against inappropriate suggestions from donors or board members that I knew he wouldn't give in on something as inane as this. I was furious that he thought he could get away with lying to me about this.
As I stewed about this, angrily scratching away at my cello, Karen came back to her chair, breathless with newly-obtained gossip to share. "So, here's the scoop: this Kylie girl is a student at the conservatory, apparently making her way through more on her looks than on her talent, and word is she's getting principal pay to stand over there and try to hit the triangle at the right time. I'm shocked that Frederick would put up with this 19-year-old no-talent hack in his orchestra!"
This sent me over the edge - she was making the same salary I was?!? That did it, I was going to confront Frederick. It took every ounce of professionalism I had to get through the rest of the rehearsal. As I packed up my cello, I decided that I would pretend to leave, but actually hang back and watch him - follow him, if necessary - to see if I could figure out what he was up to with this girl. As I pretended to walk out with everyone else, I noticed Frederick watching me leave. As soon as he looked away, I quickly stepped away from the crowd and made my way back towards the stage, and then into the shadows of the backstage area, quietly setting down my cello in a safe corner.
Soon, there were just a few people left on the stage, and after a few more goodbyes, it was just Frederick and Kylie, the bimbo who couldn't find the beat if it slapped her on the ass. I was confident that nobody had seen me come back stage, and I sat down on a stool near the edge of the stage, giving myself a full view of the stage and auditorium, and waited to see what I could learn by spying on these two.
Frederick spoke first. "So, Kylie, you struggled a bit in today's rehearsal. What can we do about that?"
"I'm sorry, I promise I can do better next time. I was just nervous, playing with the orchestra for the first time."
"Well, normally I wouldn't tolerate the kind of mistakes you were making today, but you came to us so highly recommended by your professors at the conservatory, I guess I can give you another chance." As he spoke, I watched as Kylie moved toward him, removing her top as she walked to reveal her perky 34D tits in a lacy black bra. I managed to cover my mouth with my hand before I gasped. Judging by his lack of shock at her actions, this wasn't the first time he had seen her tits.
"And what exactly did my professors say about me?" Kylie said as she came up alongside him and began to undo his belt.
"That you gave the best head they've ever had. That you are a cock-sucking, cum-swallowing slut."
"That's right, I love cock, and especially yours - it's so thick and long!" and with that eloquent elocution, she was already on her knees, freeing his growing cock from his boxers and slurping it into her mouth.
I was furious. Not only was he cheating on me, he was letting go of his usual high musical standards just because of a nice blow job from this young hottie? And what was I going to do? I couldn't just break things off with him, because it would make it incredibly awkward to work together. We'd have to work this out, one way or another.
Kylie's cock-sucking talents obviously were something special. Even from across the room, I could see his intense pleasure as she miraculously deep-throated him - something I'd never come close to doing, and didn't think anyone could! He had never complained about my blow jobs, but I could see now what he must have been missing from me in that department.
And she really was hot. He had just managed to unhook her bra, and her round, full tits were bouncing as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Her knee-length skirt, grazing the floor in her current position, hugged her spectacular ass. And she was graced with that rarity - true red hair, landing in waves just below her shoulder blades - that I knew was a turn-on for a lot of men, Frederick included.
As I watched this hot scene play out on the stage, I realized there was only one thing for me to do: join them. All that was left to do was to craft the perfect entrance. I quietly stood up and removed my blousy top and long skirt, leaving myself in bra, panties, and heels. Taking a deep breath, I confidently walked out on stage, more like I was about to begin a musical performance than interrupt a blow job. As I approached, Frederick heard the sound of my heels and looked at me, blushing with embarrassment, but powerless to stop Kylie's enthusiastic motions on his cock. I could tell he was close to cumming; I would have to move fast. She was clearly so involved in her 'work' that she didn't hear me coming, didn't hear as I picked up his baton from the podium and stepped directly behind her.
Placing the baton gently on her shoulder, I did finally manage to get her attention, but she still didn't stop sucking. I traced the line of her naked back with the tip of the baton until I reached the waist of her skirt; then, drawing it back, I swatted her on the ass. With a little whimper, she finally drew herself away from Frederick's huge cock, and turned around to see who had interruped her. Frederick started to protest, or apologize, or explain, but before he string more than a few words together, I put my finger to my lips to quiet him.
"I'm curious, Kylie, do your talents extend to going down on a woman?"
Seemingly unfazed by my sudden presence on the stage, half-dressed, she replied enthusiastically, "Ooh, I've never tried that before, but I've always wanted to."
"Well, I'm sure Frederick would like to watch, wouldn't you, sweetie? Go for it, Kylie," I said, spreading my legs a bit as she crawled over to me on her knees. As she pushed my panties to one side for full access to my pussy, I reached up and undid the bun in my hair, allowing my long blonde locks to fall down around my face.
"Oh, yeah, Anne, that's so hot," Frederick replied, obviously relieved and turned on by the fact that I had chosen to join them rather than yell at him. He took his cock in his hand and began to slowly stroke it as he watched one half-naked woman pleasuring another.
Kylie truly did have amazing talents when it came to giving pleasure with her tongue. I had never felt anything quite like what she was doing to me right now, flicking her tongue so quickly back and forth on my clit as her fingers explored the entrance of my pussy. Even without entering me, she brought me several times to the brink of intense pleasure, only to pull back just at the right moment to keep me going. And watching Frederick watch us just added to my excitement. His hand was now stroking his cock more quickly, as he looked back and forth between me, clearly enjoying the look of pleasure on my face, and Kylie, clearly enjoying her younger, firmer body.
Before she could make either of us cum, I pulled Kylie up to her feet and pulled her body into mine, reaching for the zipper of her skirt as I enjoyed the feeling of our breasts pressing together. Her skirt fell to the floor, and I thrust my hand into her panties, finding first her clit and then slipping a few fingers inside her pussy. She was just as wet as I imagined she'd be - I knew sucking cock must be a huge turn on for her. She arched her back and pushed herself down onto me, and as I finger-fucked her, I motioned for Frederick to finally join us.
I let my fingers fall out of Kylie's dripping wet pussy, and thrust them into her mouth, making her lick her own juices as I pulled her panties down over her lucious ass, freeing them to fall to the floor. I walked a few steps back over to Frederick's podium, and sat down on his conductor's stool, spreading my legs as far as I could. "Kylie, I want you to go back to pleasuring me with that hot mouth of yours, while Frederick takes you from behind with his huge cock. I know you can deep-throat him, but do you think your pussy can handle him?"
"Oh, yeah, I've wanted that cock inside of me since the moment I saw it."
Frederick didn't need any further encouragement, and, coming up behind her, plowed into Kylie's pussy, forcing her face into my pussy. Again, her tongue worked magic on my clit, but now with a new intensity, inspired by Frederick's steady stroking into her. She soon found my pussy with one hand, and began finger-fucking me with the same rhythm as Frederick's cock in her own pussy. She could find the beat after all - just not when she was trying to play the triangle!
As I was hoping he would, Frederick began to slap Kylie's ass as he fucked her from behind. This was something he often did when he fucked me, as both the sound and feel were a huge turn-on for both of us. Kylie responded as well, sucking my clit with renewed gusto with each swat on her bottom. She was now moaning loudly, and I could tell that she no longer had enough control to keep bringing me down from the brink of ecstasy. She was sucking and nibbling my clit with a regular rhythm, and her fingers plowed into me furiously as Frederick fucked her.
"Maestro," I said to him, "I think it's time for a tempo change. Perhaps a bit slower, and then an accelerando to the end?"
He loved the oh-so-realistic role-playing game, with himself as the maestro and the sex act as the piece of music he was artfully sculpting to its ultimate climax. He apparently agreed with my suggestion, and drew back his furious pounding of Kylie's pussy into a more relaxed, methodical stroking. She took a moment to catch her breath, and moved her tongue from my clit to my pussy. This was exactly what I was hoping for, her skilled tongue inside of me, and I began to stroke my own clit in anticipation of the orgasm that would soon come.
Frederick talked us through it, as he so loved to do. "Yes, that's it, keep it steady. Long, slow phrases." His cock was moving slowly in and out of Kylie's wet pussy, exposing the tip on each stroke.
"Now, we begin to build in intensity. No faster yet, just intensity." He expected just as much subtlety out of his cock as he did out of his orchestra.
"And now the tempo increases, little by little." Kylie actually anticipated this instruction, jutting her tongue in and out of my pussy before the speed of his thrusts increased in hers.
"And now a crescendo as well, just let it go, building in speed and volume until the climax!" He was getting close now, and had to let the role-playing go. All three of us were moaning, and Frederick was the first to cum.
"Ahhhh, I'm going to cum!" Just before he shot his load deep into Kylie's pussy, Frederick stopped thrusting, but Kylie quickly picked up the slack, working to keep the motion going long enough to ride out her own orgasm. Hers was long and intense, and she collapsed beneath us on the stage floor after she had cum.
Pleasured as I was by Kylie's tongue on my clit and in my pussy, I still needed to cum and longed to have Frederick's cock inside of me, especially with Kylie there with us. Giving them both a few moments to recover, I moved to the edge of the stage and began giving them a nice little show, fondling my tits and stroking my clit as they watched. I then jumped the few feet down off the stage onto the floor below, and encouraged Kylie to join me. Frederick wanted to follow us, but I asked him instead to sit on the edge of the stage, making his cock available to us. I knew the best way to get him hard again quickly would be to have Kylie suck him again.
I started him off, enjoying the taste of Kylie's juices on as much of his cock as I could fit in my mouth - which was most of it when it was only half-hard, as it was now. But then I invited Kylie to join me, and he quickly grew to his full length, which only she could handle. As she licked, and then sucked, and then rapidly bobbed up and down on his cock, I knelt down, fondling and licking his balls. Just as I had hoped, he was quickly ready for more fucking, and this time it would be my pussy taking the impact.
He now joined us on the floor, and I spread my legs and leaned over, placing my forearms on the stage. He teased me with a few swats on the ass, until I couldn't take the suspense anymore and reached back, pulling him into me. As always, the feeling of fullness from his huge cock inside of me was wonderful. I knew I wouldn't last long, but hoped that we could cum together. Luckily, Kylie was there to help us. She climbed underneath us, and found a position from which she could lick my clit and play with his balls as he fucked me.
"Yes, Maestro, fuck me with your huge cock. Fuck me, harder!"
Frederick responded by thrusting furiously into me. The combination of his intense fucking and Kylie's tongue on my clit quickly pushed me over the edge, and I shouted out as I reached my climax, "Oh, yes, I'm cummmmmming!"
Just as I felt my orgasm subside, Frederick, who was aggressively pounding me throughout, came again as well, his cum dripping out of my pussy. Kylie slurped up our combined juices, and Frederick and I let ourselves fall to the floor next to her.
After a few minutes, we realized we'd better clean ourselves up and leave the auditorium before another group came in for a rehearsal. "Anne," Frederick said to me while looking at Kylie, "I think Kylie will be able to manage just fine in the orchestra, as long as I work with her regularly and she has a mentor in the orchestra such as yourself. Don't you agree?"
"Oh, absolutely. Anyone who shows that much talent with her tongue should be able to learn to hit the triangle on the beat. I'm committed to working with her as much as necessary."
"Thanks, you two," Kylie replied with a smile. "I look forward to making the most of this love triangle."
Monday, October 8, 2007
Making the Squad
We had just finished the last workout before tryouts, and I wasn't sure whether I had done enough to impress the coach. Maybe a little kissing up was in order? It was August, and I was one of dozens of incoming freshmen trying out for Big State's cheerleading squad. I had been the captain of my high school squad, and cheerleading was the highlight of my high school experience. But I came from a small town, where I was a big cheerleading fish in a small cheerleading pond, and the competition here was much tougher. Last year, I was the hottest girl in school. This summer, I found myself to be just one of many cute, toned, talented freshmen, each just as sexy as the next in a short skirt and skin-tight top. I didn't know what I'd do if I didn't make the college squad.
With that in mind, I made my way through the sea of tanned arms and legs and long hair to where the coach was packing up her gear. She was probably in her mid 30s, but still kept herself in incredible shape. She had been a star cheerleader here at Big State in her day, and worked hard to maintain the standards of the squad now that she was coach - it was always one of the best in the country. She expected a lot of her girls, and her standards were very high. But she was also very approachable, and insisted that we call her by her first name.
"Thanks for all of your help this summer, Julia. I'm looking forward to the tryouts on Saturday! Is there anything you'd recommend for me to do between now and then, so I can be as prepared as possible?"
I could tell by her expression that she knew I was kissing up - she wasn't born yesterday - but also that she didn't really mind, because she appreciated my dedication and enthusiasm.
"You've shown a lot of athleticism in workouts, Jennie," she replied, "but you could use a little more work on the choreography. Why don't you stop by my house later today and borrow a copy of this CD, you're welcome to keep it until Saturday. I'm just three blocks off campus, it's the white house on the corner of 17th and Lincoln."
"Wow, thanks! I'll come by about 4, OK?"
"That should be perfect, I'll just be getting home about then."
I had just enough time to get back to my dorm, take a quick shower to get cleaned up after the sweaty workout, and then lounge in the tub and shave my legs. As I pulled the razor across my skin in long, smooth strokes, I pondered what to wear for my visit to the coach's house - I wanted to look respectful, but also leave her thinking how good I'd look in a Big State cheerleader's uniform. After climbing out of the tub and drying my skin, I settled on my favorite sundress, which was light blue to match my eyes, and a matching headband to hold back my long blonde hair. The dress hugged my torso, showing off my 34C breasts, and came down to a few inches above my knees, a tactful but still flirty length. I never wore panties, and this dress was fine without a bra, so I was nice and cool as I walked through the hot August afternoon the few blocks to her house.
I reached her house just a few minutes before 4 and rang the doorbell. There was no answer for at least a minute, so I rang the bell again. This time, I heard a man's voice answer, "Coming - just a second!" Before much longer, the door was opened and I found myself face to face with a 30-something man in a bathrobe. "Can I help you?"
"I'm Jennie - one of the girls trying out for the squad this year. Julia told me to stop by, she was going to loan me a CD to practice with?"
"Oh, OK, come on in, I'm sure she'll be back any minute. Here, sit down," he said, motioning to a couch in the living room, as he sat down across from me. "So, tell me about yourself - Julia doesn't invite most girls over, so she must be quite impressed with you."
Delighted as I was to hear that, I tried to sound nonchalant as I replied, telling him about my days as a high school chearleader and my hopes of making the college squad. He told me that his name was Mark, he and Julia met their freshman year at Big State, when he was a running back on the football team and she was on the cheerleading squad. They had been together ever since, married for 12 years now. He was a very charming man, so much so that I hardly noticed how much time had passed and that Julia still wasn't home.
He began reminiscing about how he fell in love with Julia as a young cheerleader, and told me, innocently enough, that I reminded him of her at that age. Then he asked, "So, do you want to see what the uniforms looked like back in the day?"
"Really, she still has her uniform?"
"Oh, yeah - doesn't fit her anymore, but she keeps it for old times' sake. I'll go grab it." Moments later, he was back with something that looked slightly familiar (the school colors hadn't changed, after all), but also very different in style. Rather than the form-fitting midriff-bearing lycra top and bottom of today's uniforms, this had a v-neck sweater over a pleated mini skirt. How quaint!
"Do you want to try it on?" he asked, and when he noticed that his question made me slightly uncomfortable, followed it up with, "don't worry - I won't peek! Just thought you might think it was fun."
"Sure, what the heck," I replied, and after he stepped out of the room for a moment, I quickly pulled my dress off over my head and replaced it with the old-school v-neck and pleated mini. I was shocked at how well it fit - Julia really did used to be exactly my size! I was also amazed how sexy a fit it was. This uniform that had looked so old-fashioned on the hanger was actually incredibly flattering to a young, fit body like mine. The cotton of the sweater clung to the curves of my breasts, and the pleated skirt fit snug around my hips, barely reaching below my ass. And since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, I could feel every inch of the fabric on my skin.
As Mark came back into the room, I could feel myself blush and saw his mouth drop open. "Wow, Jennie, you look amazing!"
"Thanks," I said, trying to think of a way to minimize the obvious sexual tension in the air - maybe if I played it off as a joke, did a silly cheer for him? Why did I suddenly feel so kinky, wearing this old uniform of Julia's?
As I tried to think my way out of this awkward situation, I noticed that Mark was trying to hide a growing erection beneath his bathrobe. Wow, was he turned on by this as much as I was? I decided to go with the feelings of the moment - hell, if Julia came in, he would be the one with explaining to do, since he had given me her old uniform. I picked up the pom-poms that had been stored with the old uniform, and began to show myself off for him - my hot young body in this sexy old uniform.
I started with simple cheer moves, but gradually allowed myself to begin dancing in a sexier, sultrier way, moving ever closer to where he was standing.
As our bodies came into contact, I could immediately feel how hard his cock already was. I dropped to my knees in front of him and reached my hands into the fabric of his bathrobe, pulling out his hard cock and licking him from balls to tip. As I began sucking him, he gathered my long hair in his hands and used it to guide me gently in my motions on his cock. Before long, his gentle guiding became firm pushing, and he was thrusting himself deep into my throat. I responded by sucking with even more enthusiasm, and began fondling his balls as well. Just as this blow job reached a fever pace, with the slurping sounds of my mouth on his cock filling the room, he screamed out and shot his load, filling my mouth with his cum.
Doing my best to swallow it all, but finding some of his cum dribbling down onto my chin, I fell back onto the floor in front of him. As soon as he had recovered enough to speak, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "Jesus, Jennie, that was hot. I hope you don't feel like I took advantage of you?"
"Where's your bedroom?" I answered with another question, "because I want you to fuck me with that big hard cock of yours."
"Whatever you say, Jennie. But will you do me one favor? Take off your headband, and put your hair up in two pigtails?"
"Sure, happy to. Why don't you go into your bedroom and start working on that cock of yours, so you're ready to fuck my wet pussy, and I'll be right with you!" As he quickly followed my instruction, leaving his bathrobe in a puddle on the floor, I found my purse and positioned myself in front of the mirror in their hallway, where I could watch myself as I brushed my hair up into the pigtails he had requested. Wow, I thought to myself - I really am HOT in this outfit. And the pigtails added immensely to the effect, making me look like the innocent young cheerleader I obviously wasn't. I couldn't help but slide two fingers into my hot, wet pussy, watching myself in the mirror as they disappeared and then reappeared, glistening with my juices.
Remembering the man waiting for me, I pulled myself away from the mirror and joined him in the bedroom. He was on the bed, fondling his cock, which was already hard again. I climbed on top of him, pushing my wet fingers into his mouth and positioning my pussy over his cock. Holding his shaft in one hand, I moved the tip of his cock slowly back and forth from my pussy to my clit several times, before I finally couldn't stand it any more and lowered myself onto him.
Slowly at first, and then gradually faster, I rode his cock for what seemed like hours. After his initial explosion in my mouth, he was now able to sustain himself much longer than any of the young guys I had been with before, and I couldn't believe the sensations I was getting from our fucking. As I sped up my motions, my breasts and pigtails both began bobbing up and down, turning us both on even more.
I was just about to change positions when I heard a loud noise behind me, and could feel Mark freeze beneath me on the bed. "What the hell is going on?!?"
Even without turning around, which I was frankly afraid to do, I knew that the voice belonged to Julia. She had caught us, fucking wildly on her bed, with me in her old cheerleading uniform. I waited for the next shoe to drop.
"Mark, what the hell is she doing in my uniform? And Jennie, how dare you come into my house and seduce my husband with your hot young body?"
Neither of us could come up with a coherent answer, and we just remained frozen, with me still sitting on his cock, my hard nipples still pointing through the fabric of her old v-neck sweater. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue, you little tramp?"
As she said this, she came further into the room and stood next to the bed, so that we could both now see her. "I'm.... I'm sorry, Julia," I muttered.
"Save it," she said, "I want you to suck his cock."
"Wha.... what?" I stammered, looking at her in disbelief.
"You heard me, get on all fours and get your mouth on his cock. I want your ass up in the air, too."
Shocked that she hadn't thrown me out of her house, and also intrigued at what might be coming next, I figured it was best to follow her directions. I pulled my still-wet pussy off of his cock, got on my hands and knees, and began sucking him again. I heard Julia move away for a moment, and then return to my side, and then before I could even think about what she might be doing, felt her hand spank my ass, hard. I whimpered in response, but was also turned on by the intense feeling, and allowed her swat to push me further down onto her husband's cock, the tip now reaching into my throat.
After a few moments of anticipation, she swatted me again, this time allowing her hand to linger on my bottom, grazing the wide-open entrance to my pussy as she pulled it away. "I think you have a few things to learn about discipline if you're going to be a part of my squad, young lady. Do you understand?"
"Uhmmm hmmmmm," was all I could manage with Mark's cock now thrusting deep in my throat.
As soon as I had answered, she spanked me again, this time harder than the rest. She then pulled me off of Mark's cock by my pigtails, and said, "Now, you're going to help me give Mark a little show, and let him cum all over you, understand?"
This time I didn't even manage a verbal response, just a nod. She motioned for me to lie down on my back, and I watched upside down as she quickly took off her clothes, revealing her fabulously toned body. Mark began stroking his cock as he watched his wife's round, full tits pop free of her bra, and then her panties drop down to the floor, revealing a freshly shaven pussy. I gasped as I realized what she had in mind for us - I was following her orders, but it was also a chance for me to live out a fantasy of mine, eating another woman's pussy as she ate mine in a 69 position.
I was already dripping wet, so she soon had her tongue and fingers darting quickly into me, but she was surprisingly tight. I began with just one finger probing the entrance to her pussy, and my tongue on her clit. We quickly found a gyrating motion that started us both moving towards satisfaction, as Mark encouraged us with his grunts and moans. Just as earlier with his sustained fucking, these were new sensations for me, tasting another woman's sweet juices as her tongue moved expertly from my clit to my pussy lips. I started bucking my hips, pushing myself into her face, when she stopped me with a fast, hard slap on my inner thigh.
Sitting up, she explained, "No, you have to wait. You'll have your chance later. Mark, are you ready to cover her with your cum?"
"Oh, yeah, Julia, I want to shoot my load all over this hot young cheerleader." She replaced his hands with hers on his cock, and began quickly jacking him off.
"Oh, that's it, Julia - I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmmming!" and with that, I felt his cum cover my face, with a few drops landing on the v-neck sweater as well. Before I could do anything to clean myself off, Julia decended on me again and licked her husband's cum from my skin, gently squeezing my tits as she worked.
Completely at their mercy, and both frustrated and turned on, I stayed on the bed as they both got up and went into the walk-in closet in their bedroom. Julia was the first to return, carrying a double dildo and a bottle of lubricant. Mark was right behind her, with a small video camera. "The lube is for me, sweetie, I can tell you're still plenty wet," Julia said to me as she quickly shoved the dildo deep into my pussy. Her force was welcome, wet and frustrated as I was, and I groaned with pleasure.
She took her end of the dildo in her hand, and before lubricating it, used it as a handle to fuck me with it. As she was doing this, I noticed that Mark had started filming, the camera in his right hand and his left hand occasionally fondling his temporarily soft cock. As I began to moan and buck on the dildo, Julia stopped moving it inside of me and took a moment to cover her end with lube. When she was ready, she grabbed my hands, pulled herself closer on the bed, and, intertwining our legs, slowly pulled the dildo into her pussy. After what seemed like minutes of slow movements, the dildo was entirely engulfed by our pussies, and we began grinding our clits against each other, the dildo reaching deep inside of both of us.
Almost lost in ecstasy as I was, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Mark's cock was beginning to harden again as he watched - and filmed - this hot encounter. His naked wife was fucking an 18-year-old blonde hardbody cheerleader with a now-invisible double dildo, and he wouldn't be able to stay uninvolved behind the camera much longer. Julia and I were both now moaning loudly, and Mark captured our rapture on film before putting down the camera and touching his wife on the shoulder and whispering something in her ear.
"OK," she responded, "go ahead."
Before I could ponder what they might have in mind, Julia rolled us over so that we were still able to fuck each other with the dildo, but Mark was also able to spoon me from behind. I watched as Julia handed him the bottle of lube, heard him squirt some out of the bottle, and then felt the cool gel on my ass, as he started to work it into the skin around my asshole. Before I could protest - anal virgin that I was - I felt Mark push one of his fingers a few inches into me, and realized what a spectacular feeling it was.
As he slowly fucked my ass with his finger, I could hear him lube up his cock and begin to stroke it. When he was ready to approach my tiny asshole with his big hard cock, he put a hand on Julia's leg, encouraging her to slow down our motions on the dildo. As time seemed to stand still for a moment, I felt first tension, then release, first pain, then satisfaction, as he pressed his cock, inch by inch, into my ass. Once he was all the way inside, he stopped moving, and Julia began our motions on the dildo again. Slowly, ever so slowly, Mark began actively fucking me as I relaxed enough to allow his cock to move inside of me.
The sensations were unlike anything I had ever felt - a cock in my ass, a dildo in my pussy, the build-up of an orgasm twice postponed - I was going to explode like I never had before. Julia was actually the first to orgasm, and her bucking motions on the dildo started to push me over the edge as well. But Mark still had a long way to go, and started fucking my ass with more and more intensity and speed. As he fucked me, a long, deep orgasm started - starting where Julia's left off and lasting until Mark's began. I now pushed the dildo away from my pussy with one hand and reached back to encourage Mark with the other. Julia reached down to finger my clit just as Mark exploded inside of me, and he and I both screamed out.
I'm not sure what happened next - I may have blacked out, or maybe just fell asleep. When I regained my senses, Mark and Julia were both gone, but somehow had removed the cheerleader uniform from my body before they left. I got up, naked, and staggered into the living room, where I found them sipping tea, fully dressed. Embarrassed at my nakedness in spite of the incredible intimacy we had shared, I quickly found my dress and pulled it back on, sitting down next to Julia on the couch. After a moment of awkward silence, Julia said, "Well, sweetie, I don't think you need to worry about that spot on the squad - you've earned your position."
Mark snickered, but Julia explained herself, "Oh, come on, honey - that workout we gave her is tougher than anything she'll have to do as a cheerleader. If she can last in bed with us, she'll make a great member of the squad."
"Thanks, Julia. I'd better be going, but hopefully I can see both of you again soon?"
"Absolutely," Mark replied. "Now that I know how good you look in Julia's old uniform, I'll be asking her to invite you back as often as possible!"
With that in mind, I made my way through the sea of tanned arms and legs and long hair to where the coach was packing up her gear. She was probably in her mid 30s, but still kept herself in incredible shape. She had been a star cheerleader here at Big State in her day, and worked hard to maintain the standards of the squad now that she was coach - it was always one of the best in the country. She expected a lot of her girls, and her standards were very high. But she was also very approachable, and insisted that we call her by her first name.
"Thanks for all of your help this summer, Julia. I'm looking forward to the tryouts on Saturday! Is there anything you'd recommend for me to do between now and then, so I can be as prepared as possible?"
I could tell by her expression that she knew I was kissing up - she wasn't born yesterday - but also that she didn't really mind, because she appreciated my dedication and enthusiasm.
"You've shown a lot of athleticism in workouts, Jennie," she replied, "but you could use a little more work on the choreography. Why don't you stop by my house later today and borrow a copy of this CD, you're welcome to keep it until Saturday. I'm just three blocks off campus, it's the white house on the corner of 17th and Lincoln."
"Wow, thanks! I'll come by about 4, OK?"
"That should be perfect, I'll just be getting home about then."
I had just enough time to get back to my dorm, take a quick shower to get cleaned up after the sweaty workout, and then lounge in the tub and shave my legs. As I pulled the razor across my skin in long, smooth strokes, I pondered what to wear for my visit to the coach's house - I wanted to look respectful, but also leave her thinking how good I'd look in a Big State cheerleader's uniform. After climbing out of the tub and drying my skin, I settled on my favorite sundress, which was light blue to match my eyes, and a matching headband to hold back my long blonde hair. The dress hugged my torso, showing off my 34C breasts, and came down to a few inches above my knees, a tactful but still flirty length. I never wore panties, and this dress was fine without a bra, so I was nice and cool as I walked through the hot August afternoon the few blocks to her house.
I reached her house just a few minutes before 4 and rang the doorbell. There was no answer for at least a minute, so I rang the bell again. This time, I heard a man's voice answer, "Coming - just a second!" Before much longer, the door was opened and I found myself face to face with a 30-something man in a bathrobe. "Can I help you?"
"I'm Jennie - one of the girls trying out for the squad this year. Julia told me to stop by, she was going to loan me a CD to practice with?"
"Oh, OK, come on in, I'm sure she'll be back any minute. Here, sit down," he said, motioning to a couch in the living room, as he sat down across from me. "So, tell me about yourself - Julia doesn't invite most girls over, so she must be quite impressed with you."
Delighted as I was to hear that, I tried to sound nonchalant as I replied, telling him about my days as a high school chearleader and my hopes of making the college squad. He told me that his name was Mark, he and Julia met their freshman year at Big State, when he was a running back on the football team and she was on the cheerleading squad. They had been together ever since, married for 12 years now. He was a very charming man, so much so that I hardly noticed how much time had passed and that Julia still wasn't home.
He began reminiscing about how he fell in love with Julia as a young cheerleader, and told me, innocently enough, that I reminded him of her at that age. Then he asked, "So, do you want to see what the uniforms looked like back in the day?"
"Really, she still has her uniform?"
"Oh, yeah - doesn't fit her anymore, but she keeps it for old times' sake. I'll go grab it." Moments later, he was back with something that looked slightly familiar (the school colors hadn't changed, after all), but also very different in style. Rather than the form-fitting midriff-bearing lycra top and bottom of today's uniforms, this had a v-neck sweater over a pleated mini skirt. How quaint!
"Do you want to try it on?" he asked, and when he noticed that his question made me slightly uncomfortable, followed it up with, "don't worry - I won't peek! Just thought you might think it was fun."
"Sure, what the heck," I replied, and after he stepped out of the room for a moment, I quickly pulled my dress off over my head and replaced it with the old-school v-neck and pleated mini. I was shocked at how well it fit - Julia really did used to be exactly my size! I was also amazed how sexy a fit it was. This uniform that had looked so old-fashioned on the hanger was actually incredibly flattering to a young, fit body like mine. The cotton of the sweater clung to the curves of my breasts, and the pleated skirt fit snug around my hips, barely reaching below my ass. And since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, I could feel every inch of the fabric on my skin.
As Mark came back into the room, I could feel myself blush and saw his mouth drop open. "Wow, Jennie, you look amazing!"
"Thanks," I said, trying to think of a way to minimize the obvious sexual tension in the air - maybe if I played it off as a joke, did a silly cheer for him? Why did I suddenly feel so kinky, wearing this old uniform of Julia's?
As I tried to think my way out of this awkward situation, I noticed that Mark was trying to hide a growing erection beneath his bathrobe. Wow, was he turned on by this as much as I was? I decided to go with the feelings of the moment - hell, if Julia came in, he would be the one with explaining to do, since he had given me her old uniform. I picked up the pom-poms that had been stored with the old uniform, and began to show myself off for him - my hot young body in this sexy old uniform.
I started with simple cheer moves, but gradually allowed myself to begin dancing in a sexier, sultrier way, moving ever closer to where he was standing.
As our bodies came into contact, I could immediately feel how hard his cock already was. I dropped to my knees in front of him and reached my hands into the fabric of his bathrobe, pulling out his hard cock and licking him from balls to tip. As I began sucking him, he gathered my long hair in his hands and used it to guide me gently in my motions on his cock. Before long, his gentle guiding became firm pushing, and he was thrusting himself deep into my throat. I responded by sucking with even more enthusiasm, and began fondling his balls as well. Just as this blow job reached a fever pace, with the slurping sounds of my mouth on his cock filling the room, he screamed out and shot his load, filling my mouth with his cum.
Doing my best to swallow it all, but finding some of his cum dribbling down onto my chin, I fell back onto the floor in front of him. As soon as he had recovered enough to speak, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "Jesus, Jennie, that was hot. I hope you don't feel like I took advantage of you?"
"Where's your bedroom?" I answered with another question, "because I want you to fuck me with that big hard cock of yours."
"Whatever you say, Jennie. But will you do me one favor? Take off your headband, and put your hair up in two pigtails?"
"Sure, happy to. Why don't you go into your bedroom and start working on that cock of yours, so you're ready to fuck my wet pussy, and I'll be right with you!" As he quickly followed my instruction, leaving his bathrobe in a puddle on the floor, I found my purse and positioned myself in front of the mirror in their hallway, where I could watch myself as I brushed my hair up into the pigtails he had requested. Wow, I thought to myself - I really am HOT in this outfit. And the pigtails added immensely to the effect, making me look like the innocent young cheerleader I obviously wasn't. I couldn't help but slide two fingers into my hot, wet pussy, watching myself in the mirror as they disappeared and then reappeared, glistening with my juices.
Remembering the man waiting for me, I pulled myself away from the mirror and joined him in the bedroom. He was on the bed, fondling his cock, which was already hard again. I climbed on top of him, pushing my wet fingers into his mouth and positioning my pussy over his cock. Holding his shaft in one hand, I moved the tip of his cock slowly back and forth from my pussy to my clit several times, before I finally couldn't stand it any more and lowered myself onto him.
Slowly at first, and then gradually faster, I rode his cock for what seemed like hours. After his initial explosion in my mouth, he was now able to sustain himself much longer than any of the young guys I had been with before, and I couldn't believe the sensations I was getting from our fucking. As I sped up my motions, my breasts and pigtails both began bobbing up and down, turning us both on even more.
I was just about to change positions when I heard a loud noise behind me, and could feel Mark freeze beneath me on the bed. "What the hell is going on?!?"
Even without turning around, which I was frankly afraid to do, I knew that the voice belonged to Julia. She had caught us, fucking wildly on her bed, with me in her old cheerleading uniform. I waited for the next shoe to drop.
"Mark, what the hell is she doing in my uniform? And Jennie, how dare you come into my house and seduce my husband with your hot young body?"
Neither of us could come up with a coherent answer, and we just remained frozen, with me still sitting on his cock, my hard nipples still pointing through the fabric of her old v-neck sweater. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue, you little tramp?"
As she said this, she came further into the room and stood next to the bed, so that we could both now see her. "I'm.... I'm sorry, Julia," I muttered.
"Save it," she said, "I want you to suck his cock."
"Wha.... what?" I stammered, looking at her in disbelief.
"You heard me, get on all fours and get your mouth on his cock. I want your ass up in the air, too."
Shocked that she hadn't thrown me out of her house, and also intrigued at what might be coming next, I figured it was best to follow her directions. I pulled my still-wet pussy off of his cock, got on my hands and knees, and began sucking him again. I heard Julia move away for a moment, and then return to my side, and then before I could even think about what she might be doing, felt her hand spank my ass, hard. I whimpered in response, but was also turned on by the intense feeling, and allowed her swat to push me further down onto her husband's cock, the tip now reaching into my throat.
After a few moments of anticipation, she swatted me again, this time allowing her hand to linger on my bottom, grazing the wide-open entrance to my pussy as she pulled it away. "I think you have a few things to learn about discipline if you're going to be a part of my squad, young lady. Do you understand?"
"Uhmmm hmmmmm," was all I could manage with Mark's cock now thrusting deep in my throat.
As soon as I had answered, she spanked me again, this time harder than the rest. She then pulled me off of Mark's cock by my pigtails, and said, "Now, you're going to help me give Mark a little show, and let him cum all over you, understand?"
This time I didn't even manage a verbal response, just a nod. She motioned for me to lie down on my back, and I watched upside down as she quickly took off her clothes, revealing her fabulously toned body. Mark began stroking his cock as he watched his wife's round, full tits pop free of her bra, and then her panties drop down to the floor, revealing a freshly shaven pussy. I gasped as I realized what she had in mind for us - I was following her orders, but it was also a chance for me to live out a fantasy of mine, eating another woman's pussy as she ate mine in a 69 position.
I was already dripping wet, so she soon had her tongue and fingers darting quickly into me, but she was surprisingly tight. I began with just one finger probing the entrance to her pussy, and my tongue on her clit. We quickly found a gyrating motion that started us both moving towards satisfaction, as Mark encouraged us with his grunts and moans. Just as earlier with his sustained fucking, these were new sensations for me, tasting another woman's sweet juices as her tongue moved expertly from my clit to my pussy lips. I started bucking my hips, pushing myself into her face, when she stopped me with a fast, hard slap on my inner thigh.
Sitting up, she explained, "No, you have to wait. You'll have your chance later. Mark, are you ready to cover her with your cum?"
"Oh, yeah, Julia, I want to shoot my load all over this hot young cheerleader." She replaced his hands with hers on his cock, and began quickly jacking him off.
"Oh, that's it, Julia - I'm cumming, I'm cummmmmmmming!" and with that, I felt his cum cover my face, with a few drops landing on the v-neck sweater as well. Before I could do anything to clean myself off, Julia decended on me again and licked her husband's cum from my skin, gently squeezing my tits as she worked.
Completely at their mercy, and both frustrated and turned on, I stayed on the bed as they both got up and went into the walk-in closet in their bedroom. Julia was the first to return, carrying a double dildo and a bottle of lubricant. Mark was right behind her, with a small video camera. "The lube is for me, sweetie, I can tell you're still plenty wet," Julia said to me as she quickly shoved the dildo deep into my pussy. Her force was welcome, wet and frustrated as I was, and I groaned with pleasure.
She took her end of the dildo in her hand, and before lubricating it, used it as a handle to fuck me with it. As she was doing this, I noticed that Mark had started filming, the camera in his right hand and his left hand occasionally fondling his temporarily soft cock. As I began to moan and buck on the dildo, Julia stopped moving it inside of me and took a moment to cover her end with lube. When she was ready, she grabbed my hands, pulled herself closer on the bed, and, intertwining our legs, slowly pulled the dildo into her pussy. After what seemed like minutes of slow movements, the dildo was entirely engulfed by our pussies, and we began grinding our clits against each other, the dildo reaching deep inside of both of us.
Almost lost in ecstasy as I was, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Mark's cock was beginning to harden again as he watched - and filmed - this hot encounter. His naked wife was fucking an 18-year-old blonde hardbody cheerleader with a now-invisible double dildo, and he wouldn't be able to stay uninvolved behind the camera much longer. Julia and I were both now moaning loudly, and Mark captured our rapture on film before putting down the camera and touching his wife on the shoulder and whispering something in her ear.
"OK," she responded, "go ahead."
Before I could ponder what they might have in mind, Julia rolled us over so that we were still able to fuck each other with the dildo, but Mark was also able to spoon me from behind. I watched as Julia handed him the bottle of lube, heard him squirt some out of the bottle, and then felt the cool gel on my ass, as he started to work it into the skin around my asshole. Before I could protest - anal virgin that I was - I felt Mark push one of his fingers a few inches into me, and realized what a spectacular feeling it was.
As he slowly fucked my ass with his finger, I could hear him lube up his cock and begin to stroke it. When he was ready to approach my tiny asshole with his big hard cock, he put a hand on Julia's leg, encouraging her to slow down our motions on the dildo. As time seemed to stand still for a moment, I felt first tension, then release, first pain, then satisfaction, as he pressed his cock, inch by inch, into my ass. Once he was all the way inside, he stopped moving, and Julia began our motions on the dildo again. Slowly, ever so slowly, Mark began actively fucking me as I relaxed enough to allow his cock to move inside of me.
The sensations were unlike anything I had ever felt - a cock in my ass, a dildo in my pussy, the build-up of an orgasm twice postponed - I was going to explode like I never had before. Julia was actually the first to orgasm, and her bucking motions on the dildo started to push me over the edge as well. But Mark still had a long way to go, and started fucking my ass with more and more intensity and speed. As he fucked me, a long, deep orgasm started - starting where Julia's left off and lasting until Mark's began. I now pushed the dildo away from my pussy with one hand and reached back to encourage Mark with the other. Julia reached down to finger my clit just as Mark exploded inside of me, and he and I both screamed out.
I'm not sure what happened next - I may have blacked out, or maybe just fell asleep. When I regained my senses, Mark and Julia were both gone, but somehow had removed the cheerleader uniform from my body before they left. I got up, naked, and staggered into the living room, where I found them sipping tea, fully dressed. Embarrassed at my nakedness in spite of the incredible intimacy we had shared, I quickly found my dress and pulled it back on, sitting down next to Julia on the couch. After a moment of awkward silence, Julia said, "Well, sweetie, I don't think you need to worry about that spot on the squad - you've earned your position."
Mark snickered, but Julia explained herself, "Oh, come on, honey - that workout we gave her is tougher than anything she'll have to do as a cheerleader. If she can last in bed with us, she'll make a great member of the squad."
"Thanks, Julia. I'd better be going, but hopefully I can see both of you again soon?"
"Absolutely," Mark replied. "Now that I know how good you look in Julia's old uniform, I'll be asking her to invite you back as often as possible!"
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