by Casey Grant
“Yes.”
“Did you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Will you do it again?”
“Yes.”
“Is she prettier than me?”
“No,” said Lena. “She is pretty but you are something else entirely.”
“Will you see her again?” asked Danielle.
“I won't if you don't want me to.”
“You can.”
“I don't know if I can now,” said Lena, sliding her hand between Danielle's legs, noticing the dampness of Danielle's suit bottom. Excited, Lena again tugged on Danielle's bikini ties.
“Don't...” said Danielle.
“Come on... I answered your questions.”
“You have to use your teeth,” said Danielle.
“Teeth?” said Lena.
“I want you to earn it. You won't appreciate it if it comes easy.”
“Okay,” said Lena, reaching around and biting down on the tie that held Danielle's bikini top around her neck, the bow coming undone. Lena then swung her head around and clamped down on the front of Danielle's bikini top, pulling downwards and exposing Danielle's breasts. Lena dove onto Danielle's nipples, sucking and licking, while biting gently. Danielle yelled out Lena's name while cradling Lena's head in her arms.
Lena was filled with lust and urgency, facing some deadline. She kissed Danielle's stomach, then mouthed her waist and hips. When Lena finally found the ties on either side of Danielle's bikini bottoms, she did as told and pulled on each tie with her teeth. One and then the other.
Now undone, with nothing holding them in place, Lena grabbed Danielle's bottoms with her mouth, pulling them off her.
“You naughty girls got started without me?” said Shane from behind, holding two bottles of Skye.
Lena turned around to face Shane with Danielle's bikini bottoms dangling from her mouth.
“Holy shit...” said Shane.
“We needed a head start,” said Danielle. “It takes us girls a little bit longer to get going.”
“Oh man...” said Shane as he set down the vodka.
“Are we getting you hot, Shane?” said Danielle, as Lena let the suit bottoms drop from her mouth. “I hope we're not getting you hard?”
“I think you are”, said Shane standing above the now naked Danielle who was sprawled on the chaise.
“Prove it,” said the now naked Danielle. She leapt up and grabbed Shane's swim trunks, pulling downwards. The elastic waistband stretched over his hips, revealing his massive hard-on.
Lena noticed that he seemed even bigger than the night before.
Shane's cock stood at a ninety-degree angle, framed by muscular thighs, his balls hanging down a good four inches. Christ.
“Shane, dearest,” said Danielle, “The only thing wrong with these cocktails is that there are no olives.”
“I can get some olives, but not right now.”
“But I can't wait, said Danielle, sliding her cocktail glass underneath Shane's balls, now dangling in the Skye vodka. “I need olives now.”
“Jesus...” said Shane.
“Is that a little cold, honey?” said Danielle, pulling the glass out from underneath Shane. Danielle immediately moved her mouth to his scrotum, licking the vodka off of his balls.
Lena was angered that her lover had left her, running off with her other lover. Can't she just back off once?
“Lena, come here,” said Danielle breathless, her hand reaching out to her, her mouth still licking her drink off of Shane's balls. Lena knelt down next to her with her gin and tonic, sliding her glass up into Shane's sack, holding it there for a moment, seeing the two perfectly shaped balls float in her cocktail, then lowering the glass and licking the gin off his underside. Lena felt Danielle's tongue lapping up the gin alongside of her. Their tongues intertwined as their mouths came together over Shane's balls, their two mouths engulfing him, sharing him.
“Oh God, you girls...” Shane moaned.
Lena grabbed Shane's cock. Holding her drink, she slightly bent his erection down into her gin and tonic, covering the top quarter of its length in liquid. “I've never seen a real cocktail before,” giggled Lena, pulling his dick out of her drink and licking his cock.
“I think I need a refill,” Lena said looking at her almost empty glass while Danielle slid her mouth up Shane's foot long shaft, meeting Lena halfway. Soon the two girls were in lockstep, their mouths on either side of Shane's shaft, sliding up and down its entire length in unison. When their mouths met at the top, they mouthed his engorged head between them, their tongues intertwining, moving back down his cock till they once again reached his balls.
Abruptly Shane pulled his dick out their mouths. Kneeling over he scooped Lena up into his arms and carried her over to the chaise. He pulled against Lena's tight bikini top, struggling with it for a moment, until he finally peeled it off her breasts. Then, with both hands Shane pulled off Lena's bikini bottoms. Lena looked up at Shane's naked body, his perfectly proportioned chest and arms, his mid-section looking like rebar— and those gorgeous legs.
Shane lowered himself on top of Lena. Finally! driving into her with his entire length.
Lena squealed. She looked up at Shane's face and saw an insatiable engine, driving in and out of her like a jackhammer. “You slut! You beautiful slut!” he gasped.
Danielle appeared behind him, gently stroking his undulating back, looking down into Lena's eyes, and seeing her friend's face etched in joy, Danielle leaned down and whispered into Shane's ear, “Now you let her come first. Understand, big guy?”
“Yes—”
“I know you want to come so bad and fill this dreamy girl with your love but she's been wanting you forever, dreaming of you. And she deserves to come hard. Can you do that for her? Can you do that for me?”
“Yes—”
Lena felt the sweet burn. It had been so long that she had forgotten how great it felt. Even dear Roger hadn't been able to satisfy her for the majority of their marriage. The burn grew and grew, getting closer, getting louder, until Lena let out a wail, feeling like she was tumbling in heavy surf. “Don't stop!” Lena yelled out to Shane, breathless as she came, again and again, minutes passing with Lena outside of time, her orgasm feeling like a physical thing being pulled through her like a cord.
Shane bucked hard, Lena feeling him finally letting go, having waited so long for her to finish, her insides being bathed in a rapid-fire gusher of warm cum. “Give me all of it! I want it all!” Lena yelled. Shane collapsed on top of her, Lean holding his head, stroking his hair. Danielle leaned in from the side and kissed Lena full on the mouth. “You know what's nice about girls?” she asked Lena.
“They're soft?”
“They never get tired.”
With that, Danielle gently turned Shane to his side, freeing Lena from underneath him.
Lena stood up, Shane's semen dripping down her legs. “I need a towel.”
“You don't need a towel,” said Danielle as she pulled Lena over to a neighboring chaise lounge, laying Lena on her back. Danielle spread Lena's legs and began lapping Shane's cum off Lana's thighs, moving higher and higher up her legs until Lena felt Danielle's tongue licking the outside of her mound, then moving to the folds of her labia, still licking up the seed that was dribbling out. Lena was shocked at how natural it was to see a female head between her legs lapping up semen dripping out of her own pussy. “Danielle...” was all Lena could say.
Having licked up all of Shane's seed, Danielle now slid her tongue's entire length into Lena's vagina. Lena yelled out, shocked at the suddenness of her orgasm. She was so primed that no build-up was necessary. Lena shuddered and convulsed, consumed in paroxysms of pleasure. Though satiated, Lena felt a boundless energy, sitting upright and attacking Danielle's breasts wanting every line and curve to be in her mouth. Gazing at Danielle's sunken belly she dropped down and kissed the concave bowl, wondering how such a beautiful body could be so invisible to her for so long. Lena let a
single nail trace Danielle's pussy, kissing its outside, kissing it, then licking it. Danielle made a noise and Lena pressed her lips harder against the outside with Danielle yelling “Yes!” Lena slid her tongue just inside, noticing Danielle's taste, liking it, wanting more of it, sliding the tongue in further and farther. Danielle bucked her hips, trying to drive herself further onto Lena's tongue.
Out of nowhere Lena felt a warm liquid on her ass, followed by strong hands rubbing and kneading her buttocks. She twisted her head and saw Shane squirting sunscreen onto her butt, rubbing it in. It felt fantastic. “Shane...”
“Your ass is asking for love,” he said.
Lena went back to ministering to Danielle who was moaning loudly now. Lena felt a single finger enter her butt hole, followed by a second finger. Unknown nerve endings made themselves present and accounted for, causing Lena to interrupted her tonguing of Danielle again.
“Don't stop Lena!” said Danielle sensing Lena's distraction. But it was hard for Lena to focus on giving Danielle pleasure while Shane was sliding both fingers in and out of her asshole, now adding a third finger.
“Lena! Please,” yelled an insistent Danielle, “Don't stop!”
Lena recovered her concentration and again slid her tongue into Danielle's pussy, eating her with vigor, so much so that her tongue was starting to get sore.
And there it was— Shane's massive penis forcing itself into Lena's tight little hole. “You're too big, Shane!” Lena yelled, again halting her pleasuring of Danielle.
“Come on, Shane!” Danielle yelled, “You just came! Can't you just wait until I'm done?!”
“I have to have this ass...” said an out-of-breath Shane, driving himself into Lena, her insides feeling a fullness and a stinging sensation that wasn't quite orgasmic, but still wondrous. Lena relaxed her anus and soon Shane's cock began to feel like it belonged back there. Maybe now Lena could focus on the task at hand, sliding her hands underneath Danielle's bottom, clutching her buttocks hard. She slid a single finger into Danielle's crack and with a single long fingernail caressed Danielle's anus. “Oh, yes...” Danielle whispered.
Lena drove her mouth back into Danielle's pussy, ready for the home stretch, contemplating with relish how her own body was servicing two people simultaneously. Lena could hear Shane's moans growing louder until she again felt the familiar spurts of semen shooting inside, but this time emptying into her ass. A second later, Danielle detonated. Danielle's screams of pleasure merged with Shane's. Christ, I hope the door is locked.
Lena felt tremendous satisfaction knowing she had brought two beautiful people to orgasm. Whatever body self-consciousness Lena had before, it had now vanished thanks to the desire exhibited by so many people.
The three of them staggered their reappearance at the party so as not to be obvious, returning to the outside party ten minutes apart. Lena was the last to appear, just as everyone was leaving.
“Mommy, I had a blast!” said Ryan, running up to her.
“Good, Ryan! Mommy had fun too.”
Shane approached, Lena so much wanted to kiss him. “When can I see you again?” he whispered into her ear.
“Now!” she laughed out loud.
“What do we do with the kids?” asked Shane.
“I don't know,” said Lena, “Where can we get a babysitter on such short notice?
“I'd be glad to watch the boys,” said Danielle, holding her son's hand. “You two deserve some alone-time.
“It will also give us time to start studying for your real estate exam,” said Shane. “Lucky for you, I got my broker's license last month so I have all the materials.”
“How did you know I wanted to get my real estate license?” said Lena.
“Danielle told me,” said Shane.
“Of course,” said Lena smiling at Danielle, realizing finally what a true friend she was.
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When Nina Martini met the rest of the five-person staff at Coping Hen Press, Nina knew they were wondering why Conrad Harris had hired her. The shy, but statuesque, thirty-year old mom had a Comparative Lit degree from Oberlin only to spend the last eight years raising two kids with a philandering husband. She had no work experience and no business getting this job, but she desperately needed it.
But just beneath Nina’s lack of confidence lay a sharp intellect. Beneath her dowdy, formless hair was a lovely face, and most importantly (at least for owner and publisher Conrad Harris), just beneath her unisex attire of khaki pants and loose-fitting blouses simmered the outlines of a shapely body.
Unfortunately for Nina, the attraction was not mutual. Conrad wore tweed, a brave act in the unserious, sushi-sunshine of Scottsdale. And sadly, his face was strangely foreshortened so that the distance between his mouth and eyes was too close.
Conrad’s literary obsession since starting his small press five years before was acquiring the back catalogue of 1950s cult-author Tom Railings. Conrad had read Railing’s five published novels at age seventeen and had been hooked ever since. Rumors had floated for decades that there was a cache of unpublished work exceeding one hundred manuscripts. But the author’s widow, Clair, did not take Conrad’s calls. It was only when he assigned Nina to the task that progress was made. After two months of negotiations, Nina came to an agreement with Tom Railings widow to purchase the entire collection for $350,000.
Conrad was ecstatic.
Nina’s mom dropped her off at the airport. Her mother would watch the boys for a few days while she and Conrad flew out east to purchase the book collection from the Railings estate. Nina spent the ride to the airport texting seven-year old Clark instructions for the birthday party he was attending: “Remember, avoid Elliot until his Ritalin kicks in. His mom says one more week. Love you.”
Nina dragged her wheeled suitcase into the terminal but before she could make it to the Southwest baggage check she was intercepted by Conrad wearing a black T-shirt, black jeans and a baseball cap. “Hi Nina!” he yelled. For some reason Conrad’s ubiquitous tweed suits had now been replaced with “asshole” attire. For Nina, it was the first of several bad omens.
The 737 accelerated down the runway, angling hard into the sky. Nina could see Conrad leering at her from across the aisle from the corner of her eye. She looked lovely in just a pair of jeans and a white blouse, the most form-flattering clothes she had worn since her first day of work.
The flight attendant offered Nina a choice of drinks and she decided on scotch. As Arizona disappeared beneath her, the scotch took her mind off of Conrad’s attire.
The plane landed at Newark five hours later. They caught a connecting flight to Plattsburgh International in Upstate New York. Renting a car, they motored down the shore of Lake Champlain towards the stylish North Country town of Snuffex. Sitting on the passenger’s side, Nina nervously made conversation while Conrad’s adoring gaze sucked all the air out of the car.
The Snuffex Inn was one of northern New York’s only four-star lodging options. Large and wooden, it was built on the edge of Lake Champlain and was the latte town’s focal point. The few remaining real locals, eager to gin up the tourist trade, told stories of how it had been shelled during the famous 1812 naval battle with the British on the lake, requiring the east wing to be rebuilt. In fact, the hotel had been built in 1913, missing the Battle of Lake Champlain by some one hundred years. These were also the same locals who kept alive the stories of the Lake Champlain sea monster, “Champy”—which sounded like a venereal disease.
The town was quaint and prosperous. Engorged with hedge fund money, the town’s stores all sold Chloe handbags and designer livestock feed for hobby farms. The original townsfolk and service workers
had been shunted off to the more affordable and déclassé Mt. Stanwick, ten miles away.
At the Snuffex Inn, Nina and Conrad retired to their respective rooms. Nina’s was rustic with a high ceiling, with bed spires going up half that height. For a quickie business trip she was expecting something more along the lines of a La Quinta Inn or a Motel 6, certainly not this.
Something caught her eye. Walking closer she could see a rose-colored nightgown laid across the bed. At first she thought it was one of the hotel’s many amenities but then noticed that it was sheer to the point of non-existence and lined with lace. This was something a husband would buy for his wife. She became nauseous, running to the bathroom and throwing-up, not knowing if it was the three scotches on the plane or the burgeoning reality of her boss’s creepiness.
Nina called her mom and didn’t get a response. So she called each of her kids. Luke didn’t answer but she got a hold of Clark. “Hi Honey, it’s Mommy saying hi!”
“I’m fine,”
“What are you doing Honey?” said Nina.
“Grandma is making Luke and me dinner.”
“Tell me about the birthday party…”
Nina's mother grabbed the phone away from Clark, “Hi Nina...”
“You didn’t answer your phone, earlier,” said Nina.
“I’m trying to make the kids dinner before little league practice at 6:00,” Nina’s mother said.
“What are you making them?”
“Mac and Cheese.”
“Geeze Mom! That’s not healthy.”
“Nina, dear, the humble Mac and Cheese is very up-market now.”
Leo and Lexi
The next morning Nina took a shower and put on a timeworn Barbour barn coat and Levis. She had done some research and thought that the attire was appropriately ‘Town and Country’ for the day’s meeting.