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Bathe

By: SadisticPenguin



I soaked in the bathtub, awaiting his return. Fifteen minutes had passed since he'd left me, water running. I wasn't allowed to move without his permission or when not in his presence, so I was left to watch calmly as the water level rose to my chin, approaching my mouth, then soon after my nose. Just as my heart quickened in nervousness, he walked through the threshold. God, every time I see him it takes my breath away. He stood so achingly beautiful. Strong jaw, blue oxford with the sleeves rolled up, and a smile that I knew was mine. 'Oh dear- perfect timing" he said as he shut the water off. I blew a noisy bubble with the water covering my mouth and he rewarded me with a chuckle. I love to make him laugh. He gave me a nod, signaling I could move, and raised myself into a seated position in the tub. He pulled up a chair to the ceramic rim of the bath and sat down like a king on his throne. 

"Is your hair wet enough?"

I nodded excitedly. This is my favorite part of the day. He placed a knee on either corner of the tub and propped his elbows on his knees. With one finger, he motioned for me to take my place. I turned and put my back to him, leaning against the cool ceramic and loving the rough texture of his jeans against the nape of my neck. These sensations, while commonplace to most, made me wet and antsy. I clandestinely positioned my hair to cover my hardened nipples in case my premature excitement displeased him. He rubbed a rough palm over the side of my face before tangling his fingers in my hair. I closed my eyes, hoping to dull my other senses and be lost in the feel of him. The click of the shampoo lid opening drew me back to the present and I delighted in the smell and sound of him dispensing an appropriate amount of product into his hands. He drew the light brown locks of my hair from the water and began working the floral lather into them, moving up. As he reached my scalp, massaging and cleansing me, he told me what a good girl I was. 

"You pleased me today. Not a single misstep, and dinner was particularly delicious tonight." 

I tried to hold it in, but I know a smile escaped me. I could feel the glow of his praise surge through me and shine out through my naked skin, hotter than the bathwater. Nothing on this Earth pleases me more than pleasing him. Every frown on his perfect face made my whole world crumble. He continued to clean my hair, finally filling the cup on the side of the tub and rinsing the suds from my hair. An old, plastic thing- the worn black letters read the name of the movie theatre we enjoyed on our first date. I smiled lightly as he rinsed my hair again, then pinned it up to avoid getting my clean tresses back in the soapy water. He picked up the sponge on the edge of the tub and worked soap into it before drawing out my arm and tenderly washing and rinsing it. He repeated this with every limb until I was rubbed a light pink and clean. 

"Lean towards me."

I turned around, facing him, resting my cheek in his lap while he began to wash my back. 

"You may touch me." 

I was so elated I couldn't even thank him. I was never allowed to touch him during Bath Time. I rubbed him through his jeans, stomach flip flipping as I felt him harden through the fabric. He remained focused, and finished rinsing the soap off of my back before resting against the chair. He watched me unzip his pants and retrieve his cock, water dripping from my hands and hair onto his lap, moistening his shaft, making it easy to stroke him. 

'May I?' 

'You may.' 

I took the head of him into my mouth, licking the quickly cooling drops of water from the tip. My heart raced as a clear-white drip of precum emerged from his beautiful cock, and I eagerly lapped it up, enjoying the sweet and salty taste of him. The bathwater cooled as I ran my hands and tongue over him, loving every jagged breath that told me he was close to cumming. I felt the shaft of his cock tense and throb, he leaned his head back as he came into my mouth. The taste was indescribable; like warm sugar and salt water, with a thick consistency- I could never get enough of him. After I had swallowed every drop and cleaned him, he told me to stand while he drained the tub to half full before putting the stopper back in. Standing, freezing cold in ankle deep water, I presented myself to him. 

"You are mine." 

I felt me knees weaken and my clit throb, almost painfully, but managed to remain upright. 

"Turn around" 

I did as he asked and placed my hands on the wall in his preferred position. I heard him dip his hands in the now-cold bathwater before he pulled by hips toward him,so I arched my back and stuck my pretty ass out for him. Even after he stopped holding me in place, the trickles of water from his fingers danced down my inner thighs, sweeter than any other caress. I was so distracted trying to coax a drop to graze my pussy I didn't see it coming. *SMACK* the heat of the blossoming red handprint warmed all through my ass before tendriling down my legs. *SMACK* God, it Hurt so much- I loved it so much. *SMACK* he always waited just until the pain of the previous spank would fade to inflict new damage. I could already feel bruises forming. These weren't normal bruised- to me, these were precious gifts. Every wince and sting from these wounds would send a new rush of fire to my pussy, and I would mourn then when they faded. *SMACK* A single tear escaped my eye and rolled silently down my cheek. The pain was so exquisite. the combination of my cold, moist skin and his wet hands made the sting of his spanking so sharp and precise. *SMACK* a final spank and I heard him lean back in the chair. I wiped my tears on my shoulder without removing my hands. 

"Turn around" 

I turned and faced him, hands to my sides. 

"Spread your legs to shoulder width" 

I did as he asked. He rose from the chair and stood right on front of me, the top of my head rested just below his chin. Just a few inches from my wet, naked body he whispered into my ear 

'Put your hands on my shoulders. Hold on.'

As soon as I touched him, a mind numbingly painful slap landed on my exposed pussy. My knees went out, and I realized why I was allowed to hold onto him as I clutched to his unforgiving frame for support. A good girl, I kept my legs spread apart, and accepted the next slap. Blood rushed to my pussy lips, and I could feel them engorge, super sensitive. My ass and pussy blossomed red from abuse, perfect handprints slowly darkening on my pale skin. He swung back, adding torque to his next assault on my abused pussy, lips meeting mine just as the blow connected, a direct connect to my clit. I clutched to him and pulled him closer even as my vision tunneled out. I tried feebly to remember the safe word, but didn't care enough to break the kiss for even as long as it would tame to say it. Another slap fell on my clit, and I hardly noticed. I felt him catch my weight as my knees and vision finally caved. Consciousness left me as he said my name. 

"Michaela? Michaela?!" 

But happily, I could not respond.

Bathe Me



It's pleasant, dim; there are candles and the scent of jasmine hangs in the air. The tub is massive, claw footed. Its brass feet are still, but they seem to move, ever so slightly in the flickering light. I think for a moment that the tub will wrench itself and its fixtures away from where it stands and leave the room. It does not of course, and you bring me to it, and hold my arms as I step over the side. My right foot breaks the surface, through the bubbles that float as clouds, into the warm fragrant water. My left foot follows, and I inhale deeply, enjoying the fragrance.

I kneel. You touch my brows, and I close my eyes. I feel you smooth my hair, twist it, and begin pinning it up, to keep it out of the way. This takes awhile, I have a lot of very thick, wavy hair.

I am always tense. I carry my tension in my shoulders, neck and upper back. You begin with oil at the base of my skull where it is always the worst, and stroke down with your thumbs. You use just the right amount of pressure and move all the tightness from my neck to my shoulders, where you use your entire hands, kneading all of it away. I am beginning to relax… finally.

There are bubbles, but they are not enough. You dip a natural sponge into the water, wetting it, then squeeze some gel onto it. I can feel the coldness of the gel as it touches my back, but it quickly warms and spreads into a warm thick lather. You work it in circles on my back, it is hypnotic, and I feel further lulled, quiet, content to feel only that circling, gentle scrubbing on my upper back.

I feel the lather creeping down in large soft drips, and you spread it further down my back. I move my legs out from beneath me, one at a time and clasp them with my arms, leaning my head down and against my knees.

I feel so cared for at this moment.

You break it finally by pulling me gently by my shoulders back up and you guide me as I recline now against the sloping back of the tub. My knees go under the water, and I push my feet out in front of me. You pick up my right ankle, soap my foot and leg, up to the thigh, and then do the left one. My hands and arms are next. You cannot reach my belly; it is under the water, so you squeeze lather from the sponge onto my chest.

You do not touch me with the sponge here, and use your hands to spread the leather gently to my breasts. My nipples harden almost immediately at this, and a shudder starts through me. I start to ache now as you take my breasts in your hands and slide your fingers in… and to my nipples. You take them between your fingers and thumbs now, begin to pull gently and twist, just a little, very gently. I begin to pant a little and make small noises of enjoyment.

You stop abruptly; sit me up so than I am clasping my legs again and begin pulling pins from my hair. When they are out, you smooth it down, then start the water running. There is a hand held shower attachment and you use this now to wet my hair. I close my eyes and feel the water running over me, down my face; I feel my hair flow out with the water, lengthening and touching my arms. You shut off the water now, and shampoo my head; your hands feel so good in my hair, massaging my scalp. But the ache is there between my legs and it won't go away now. I arch forward a bit, and I can feel my nipples touch my legs, and I move so that I can feel them drag on myself a bit, and wonder if you notice. If you do, you don't say anything.

You start the water again and rinse my hair now, then tell me to stand up. I turn and lean my hands against the wall behind the tub, facing it. You just let the water keep running this time and direct the flow into the tub. You reach around and use the still soapy sponge on my stomach, my hips, then on my ass. I spread a bit further for you, and you use your fingers now, delving further until you touch my asshole, which makes me inhale sharply. I feel so vulnerable now, but you don't take it further, even though I know you want to. You move your attention to the front now, soaping me, sliding your fingers down. You spread me and rub my clit. I arch to you wanting more, moaning.

But now you have the handheld shower head and are letting it rinse the soap from my cheeks, then you bring it around to the front and hold my lips apart, directing the shower right on me. This with the pressure of your hand is almost too much and I want to fuck, right now. I am so excited now I barely notice what you are doing in the background. I just know that somehow the water is off, it is draining away, and you are standing in the tub behind me, drawing yourself close to me, I can feel your mouth on my neck, the tip of your tongue. You have my breast in your left hand while you are rubbing my clit with your right.

I am pushing back against you with my ass. I feel how hard you are between my cheeks. I want you inside me now. You have moved your hands to my hips now, urging me to bend further, and I do… and I feel the first penetration, the first slide of your shaft into me and it’s soo soooooo good. We are in motion now, and with every thrust of you now, I am making noise, soft little groans first, but they get louder. I feel your excitement as you move slowly at first, then faster, and you are making noises too. I don't hear myself anymore, I am only paying attention to the sounds you make, and you sound like you are loving it so much… loving the fuck, as I do.

I am gripping you and squeezing you with my walls, as I know how to do, and I can tell you are responding to this. You are pumping harder, faster. I reach down to rub now because we both want to cum. You are waiting for me; waiting… pumping… nothing exists… I am suspended on you. It hits me then, the heat is flooding through me and I twitch, pulsing… around you, half groaning and half screaming. You feel me go over then, and you are cumming too, filling me.

I feel deep satisfaction then, and I want to laugh because I feel so good. The bath was useless, because we are both soup, sweat beading down us, sticky, disgusting. I want to kiss you now, and run a new tub of water. I want to lie back against you in the water and say nothing and wait until the candles burn all the way out.



Bathe Me, Stroke Me, Love Me



Climbing into the bath, I lay back and relaxed. The hot, bubble filled water lapped against my skin, easing my tired, aching muscles. Grabbing a washcloth and some soap, I quickly cleansed my body and then wrung the cloth out before dropping it onto the side of the bath. Closing my eyes, I sank lower, the water washing across my hairy chest as I settled against the enamel.

The bathroom door opened, blowing a draft across my body and I shivered. I could hear you walking across the room; the material of your skirt making a soft whispering sound as you knelt beside the bath.

You picked up the washcloth and slid it across my foot. Soaking up the warm water, the softness of the material caressed my skin and I flexed my toes, enjoying the gentle rubbing sensation of the looped cloth as it glided gently over my instep and heel and along my inner calf.

I shook my head slightly in wonder. In my hands, the washcloth felt like...well, a washcloth, but in your hands, it felt like silk and as it made its way up my leg, my breath hitched.

Reaching the back of my knee, you swirled the cloth over the sensitive skin there, causing the bubbles in the bath to shift and I looked down to see your arm, disappearing into the water between my legs.

The cloth continued its slow, sensuous journey; over my thigh and hip before lifting to start again on the other foot.

My cock began to harden as you approached the opposite hip, but you skirted my shaft and worked your way over my lower abdomen, across my stomach and up towards my pectorals.

The cloth dragged against my hair roughened chest and you dipped it into the water, soaking the cloth before wringing it out over my nipples.

The water streamed down, warm and soapy and left rivulets of bubbles as it rolled down my stomach, filling my belly button.

Lowering the cloth, you circled my nipples, causing them to pucker as they cooled and I raised my hand and grabbed your wrist.

You lifted one eyebrow, silently questioning my action, but a knowing look flitted across your face as I moved your arm, dragging the cloth down my torso to drape it over my cock.

You smiled and gently stroked the cloth over my shaft, nudging it upwards so you could wash the underside. I relaxed against the bath, enjoying your tender administrations as you dragged the cloth lower and lightly caressed my balls with it.

You tapped my leg; an indication for me to lift my body and I planted my feet against the base of the bath and lifted my hips, raising my arse so you could clean between my cheeks.

The feel of the material as it caressed that area caused the skin on my scrotum to tighten and I grabbed the side of the bath and stood up. The water cascaded down my body and I held my hand out for a towel, but you brushed it aside and began to dry me, patting the towel over my shoulders and arms. Eager to get you into bed, I took the towel from you and stepped from the bath onto the mat. As I dragged the towel over my stomach, you lowered yourself to your knees once more and my hands froze as you took me in your mouth.

I moaned. The contrast of the cool air in the bathroom and your hot, moist mouth as you sucked your way down my shaft felt amazing and my legs began to tremble.

I swiped the towel down my arms and up between my arse cheeks as you gave me a final suck and withdrew your mouth. Taking the towel from me, you gently dried my cock and balls and swiped the towel down my legs. Draping it across your thigh, you lifted my feet in turn and dried them carefully.

I took hold of your arms and lifted you. As you stood, you grasped my hand and led me from the bathroom to the bedroom, looking at me over your shoulder as we walked.

Your smile as you led me upstairs was anticipatory and I felt intrigued as I entered the bedroom. Looking around, I grinned in appreciation of all your efforts and bent down to give you a gentle, lingering kiss.

On every available surface, scented candles flickered, giving the room an aromatically warm and intimate glow. A large bath sheet covered half the duvet and on the bedside cabinet was a bottle of massage oil, immersed in a bowl of hot water.

Without being asked, I lay face down on the towel. Lifting my hips, I adjusted my softened cock and balls into a more comfortable position, pushing them downwards. I could hear you removing your clothing and I spread my legs as you climbed onto the bed, trusting you not to hurt my genitals as you knelt between my thighs.

Leaning over, you removed the bottle of oil and carefully shook it over the bowl. Snapping the lid open, you poured the warm liquid onto my shoulders and I sighed as you rubbed it into my skin. I pushed my forehead into the towel to stretch the back of my neck and as you rubbed the tension from my neck and shoulders, I felt my body relaxing into the mattress.

You dribbled oil along my arms and massaged them slowly, working your way down to my hands, where you rubbed each individual finger before concentrating on my palms. More oil was then poured along the dip in my spine and you smoothed it into my skin, kneading my back and sides with long, firm strokes.

You shuffled down the bed and began working on my feet; pushing your thumbs into my insteps using a circular motion, before repeating this action over my heels and around my ankles. You used your knuckles along my calves and the backs of my thighs, releasing the tension from my muscles to leave me feeling lax and stress-free.

The combination of the warm oil and your soft, talented hands combined with the heat and scent of the room, relaxed me so completely, I began to float on a sea of drowsiness until you lifted the bottle from the bowl once more and dribbled oil across my cheeks and down my crack. The oil rolled down my cleft, over my balls and onto my cock, which twitched with anticipation of what was to follow.

You began to smooth the oil into my cheeks, rubbing slowly and sensually. The nerve endings in my buttocks began firing, sending tiny sparks of pleasure through my rapidly hardening cock and down into my balls. Your hands slipped over my hips; rubbing and stroking as you smoothed the oil into my skin and you pushed your fingers under me, so I dug my toes into the mattress, lifting my body slightly to give you better access.

But you moved your hands away and slid your knees from under you. Laying between my legs you placed your mouth on my cock and slowly rubbed the oil over my foreskin with your lips. My balls tightened and I clench my thighs; your mouth felt so good on my body; your hot breath heating the oil even further as your lips glided up my shaft and over my scrotum.

You rolled your mouth in a circular motion; so gently over the wrinkled skin that I could barely feel you, but your hot breath stirred the hairs there and they stood on end, eager to feel your soft lips.

You pulled yourself a little closer and putting your hands on both of my cheeks, parted my cleft. My breath stilled in my chest as I felt your tongue swipe up between my buttocks to my arsehole. I clenched my teeth as your tongue rolled around the puckered hole and then gasped as you pushed your tongue into me.

Your breath, hot and wet, seared my flesh as your tongue forced its way into my body. Saliva flowed from your open mouth and the wetness plus the massage oil, lubricated the puckered skin of my hole, making it easier for you to tongue-fuck me. Arousal arrowed through my body and I moaned loudly. Encouraged, you gripped my cheeks tightly, pulling them wider to give you more access, so that you could thrust your tongue deeper into me.

I whimpered as you pulled free and rolled your tongue around my hole and along my crack. Copious amounts of pre-cum leaked from my cock onto the towel as I lifted my hips from the mattress; pushing my arse into your face; begging for more. You had never done this to me before and it felt fantastic and very naughty.

Eventually, you pulled away and moved to lie beside me. I lunged at you, eager to taste myself on your lips. Thrusting my tongue into your mouth, I kissed you passionately, running my hands over your ribcage and breast to pinch your hard nipple.

You moaned into my mouth as I gentled my assault and I reached up to snag a pillow, pushing it behind your head to prop you up a little.

Straddling your upper body, I slid my hand behind your head to grip your hair. Taking my cock in my hand, I slowly guided it into your waiting mouth. As your lips closed over my glans, you strained your neck to take more of my length down your throat and I threw my head back, groaning with pleasure.

Rocking my hips, I started a steady rhythm, pushing forward more and more until you gagged. I tried to pull back but you grabbed onto my arse, gripping me tightly; holding me still while you relaxed your throat muscles and adjusted to the sensation of my glans rubbing against your tonsils.

After a few moments, you released me and allowed me to pull out. As I withdrew my shaft from your mouth, you lapped at my foreskin with your tongue and gently pressed your teeth against my skin.

A fine sheen of sweat beaded my upper lip as I felt you drop one hand and your arm began to move in a rapid, jerky fashion. I knew you were touching yourself as you sucked my cock. Rubbing you clit and fingering your pussy; giving yourself pleasure as you gave pleasure to me. I tried to pull away and turn around, eager to get my mouth on your pussy, but you dug your fingernails into my arse cheek, holding me in place. You couldn't speak as your mouth was full of my cock, but you smiled up at me, showing me with your eyes that I was right where you wanted me to be.

I smiled back at you and cupped your cheek. You moaned and the vibration of sound fluttered around my shaft. The feeling was incredible and I pumped my hips faster as my balls began to tighten.

Your breathing became erratic as you approached your own orgasm and you started to writhe on the bed, frantically rubbing your clit, desperate to fall over the edge and achieve the climax your body was trying to attain.

Watching you sucking me, feeling your movements as you fingered yourself, blew my control and I lost my rhythm and with it, all rational thought. Slamming my hips forward, I throat-fucked you roughly, completely lost in the intensity of my feelings.

I felt your throat close around my cock and you gagged as I pushed too deep, but I couldn't stop and came in great spurts, shooting my load down your throat. I felt you, struggling to swallow each shot and looked down at you with glazed eyes as you choked a little on the copious amounts of cum filling your mouth.

As I began to pull free, you opened your mouth wide and let out a scream as you reached your own climax and I looked down with great satisfaction at the sticky white fluid coating your tongue.

I collapsed beside you, regret and worry beginning to wash away the euphoric, post climatic sensations that were rolling through my body and I rubbed my forefinger gently across your throat. As I opened my mouth to apologise for treating you so roughly, you laid your finger across my lips and shook your head, smiling.

I wrapped my arms around you and pulled you across my chest. You snuggled into me, gently kissing my nipple and I sighed contentedly.

I felt the moist heat of your breath on my skin as you whispered, "I love you..."

Cupping your chin, I tilted your head up so I could look into your eyes. "I love you too."



Bathe with Me



In the deep woods of Colorado, high atop a flat top mountain, close to the sun, I have this little cabin, quite beautiful actually. It is used for the summer, Christmas, vacation and things. 

It is made of light pine, all through out, no drywall, or carpet. A wood burning stove, no ceilings, just rafters. Upstairs, well, up the small ladder to the second floor, just to the left is a bathroom.

In the back of the room, against a glass wall, is a four-clawed black bathtub. With a tall, elegant, chrome flat ended spout protruding from the front. A small shelf with a candle hung from the back. The window behind the tub, glass from the floor to the ceiling, high above the trees, no one can see in. Above the bathtub in the ceiling, a long, wide skylight window, a glass window box for the tub to be neatly placed in. I put the tub here, in front of the glass, just for thinking of him on nights like this.

The floor is wood remember, so when I walk in, the feeling is cold, and smooth against the bottom of my feet. I close the door behind me, a sliding board lock. I light a white candle by the door, it smells like sandalwood.

My hair twisted up in a knot at the nape of my neck, a few spirals have escaped and are brushing my shoulders. My floor length black bathrobe is tied loosely, hanging open at the chest, giving just a hint of each one of my breasts. I walk to the tub and I have always like d the way the silk ran across my legs, my thighs when I walk. One just as smooth as the other. 

I lean over and pull the lever towards me, dropping the plug on the chain into the hole. I light the candle on the back bathtub caddy; it smells like vanilla, this makes me think of him. I walk to the mirror and notice my skin, looks almost glowing in the light when its dim and I drop my robe to the floor beneath me, feeling it glide down my body so freely. I like the way I look, and I like the way my hips curve more than most, I like the way my body responds to my mind like some game, I play with myself and it’s exactly the same, my nipples can get hard at the sound of his name; When we’re together sometimes I’ll just say it, to hear how it sounds in my mouth when I do, it’s a word I rarely get a chance to use, some secret inside that only I know, so when I say his name out loud, I can feel it, and there it is again that familiar feeling.

I walk from the mirror to the tub, still naked, the room is not cold, nor hot, it is quite perfect. The tub is nearing full now I will slow it, I glance out the window, its dark, and I am isolated. I step, toes first, cautiously into the water, jumping a little, it needs to be hotter, and I turn up the water as hot as it goes, and tested it again with the tips of my toes. Mmmm that feels nice, I sink one leg in, than the other, the water is heavenly against my cold skin. Standing naked in the bath, water to my knees, I glance out the window and wonder where he is, what is he doing, wish he could see this.

I carefully place my ass atop the hot water, sinking in slowly, as it begins to get hotter, seated now, I turn off the faucet. My tits peeking from beneath the surface, nipples are hard, and my skin is steaming, I turn the light off with the remote, the two candles cast shadows, of the trees on my walls, the sky is so clear, it is painfully quiet up here. I rest each arm on the side of the tub, I feel almost sleepy thinking of him, thinking of his eyes or something he said, I parted my legs without even knowing it, knees were now just sticking out from the water, I feel my breast, how they feel in my hand, I think of your fingers, your touch and again my thoughts drowned me with your body again. I look out the window and clear my mind, closing my eyes leaving every thought behind. I think of your eyes, your face and your mouth I think of your hands, your back and everything else. I feel my lips, smooth and clean shaven, I slip my first finger slowly between them, finding my center, my clit it’s already pulsating, rubbing gently back and forth, rocking my hips so slowly against my hand, trying to be back in that moment again, when you held me there, in the palm of your hand, tasted my skin, your cock in my hand. 

My fingers rub harder now, around in circles, slippery now, my mind is racing all the things on your body I would like to be tasting, feeling your cock and your mouth on my clit; tasting your orgasms, pulling them from you. The seizures of liquid bliss that ripple in my cunt, my fingers buried deep in it. Slipping them deeper, inside and out, your face in my lap taking my breath. This water is hot and there’s sweat on my skin, I feel it, it’s near, I can only think of fucking you now, from on top grinding hard down onto you, and from the back, on my stomach, it’s deep there, I know you like my ass pressed up into you harder and harder. 

While I beg you to fuck me just fuck me harder, rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy I can’t get these thoughts of you inside of me, out of my mind. Water splashes some on the floor, I must sound loud, as I struggle to breathe as my pussy begins to tremble, contract and seize. No one is around to hear me say it, I call out your name, and my pussy feels it, wherever you are or whatever you are doing, in the bath with me, you were fucking perfect. 



Bathed in Sun, Naked Sister



Day 1

It was a family vacation.

Maggie sat in the backseat as they headed down the California coast. Everyone in the small family was there. Her father, her mother, and her brother.

She hadn't seen much of them in the past several months. Not since she moved to San Francisco for art school. She wanted to be a fashion designer. Or anything in the field of fashion. 

Her younger brother lived at home and attended a nearby university.

And since they had time off for summer, they decided to go on a trip together, down to the nice resorts of Southern California.

***

It was heaven, Maggie thought.

There was hardly anyone around the private resort. Her father, a corporate attorney, had paid top dollar for a small private villa by the shore. They had a perfect view of the beach.

The villa only had two rooms. One for the parents. And another for Maggie and Jeff. Luckily the siblings had separate beds.

It was going to be a lovely weekend.

After relaxing for the morning, they had a nice family picnic on the sandy beach. Maggie wore her bikini, with a large white tshirt over it. She was eager to work on her tan, but she didn't want to do it in front of her family. That would have been much too awkward.

Other couples from nearby villas came and befriended Maggie's parents. They got along quickly and had a lot in common. Even though it was supposed to be a family vacation, the parents appreciated having adult conversations with other business professionals.

'Perfect,' Maggie thought.

It was her chance to sneak off and work on her tan. 

"Maggie, take your brother with you," her mom said.

Her mom was a caring person, and she always made sure the siblings stayed close with each other. And she especially didn't want Jeff getting bored while the other adults were talking.

And so, Jeff was reluctantly made to follow his older sister. Maggie became slightly upset at the sudden loss of privacy, but she was going to tan anyway, she figured. She carried a small beach blanket, some lotion, a small bottle of water, and off they went.

"Where are we headed?" Jeff asked.

"I don't know. Any place where there's privacy. I don't want anyone seeing me tan. Well, except for you I guess, since we're stuck together."

They continued their short walk down the shore. It was a hot day and the sun was already taking its toll.

Finally, they found the right spot. 

They were by the edge of the beach. There was no one nearby. It was more than enough privacy for sunbathing. Maggie spread her beach blanket on the sand and prepared to lay on it.

"I'm going to take off my tshirt," she said. "Don't make this weird, okay?"

"Holy shit."

"Jeff, this isn't a big deal, okay? I'm sure you've seen a hot body before."

"Not you," he said. "Look, over there."

Maggie turned her head to see what her brother was looking at.

"What is it?"

He pointed further down the beach. "Do you see that?"

When Maggie squinted her eyes and looked closely, she saw a small hut, with two people, and someone taking their picture. The two people were completely naked. A lady was on her knees with her face in a naked guy's crotch. Her head was going back and forth.

"Is that a fucking blowjob?" she asked incredulously.

"Either that or some new yoga technique."

"Jeez. What kind of place is this?"

"That definitely wasn't in the brochure that dad showed us," Jeff replied. "But hey, who's complaining?"

Jeff kneeled down, and so did Maggie. They didn't want to get caught. But they wanted to watch for a moment, especially the enthusiastic young Jeff. They simply watched for several long moments.

In a flash, a thought came to Maggie's mind.

"Wait a minute, why are we watching this?" she asked.

"I don't know."

Jeff's eyes were still glued to the sexual action.

"Pervert. I'm going to work on my tan. Keep your eyes on the blowjob and don't look at me. Okay?"

His eyes remained forward. "Got it."

Maggie pulled off her tshirt and laid on the beach blanket. Her bikini clad body on full display. She stretched and found the perfect position to lay. At least Jeff wasn't going to be looking at her body, she thought. Jeff was too busy looking at something else.

It was serenity. She finally got the sun bathing experience she wanted. Through the corner of her eye, she saw her brother still occupied by watching the oral encounter. It was weird, but at least there was silence. 

"Excuse me. You two are on private property."

The voice was strong and stern. Maggie turned to see a much older man with a peeved expression on his face. He looked upset that they had (apparently) trespassed, and more importantly, that Jeff was watching the oral encounter.

The man continued coming closer.

"You're not supposed to be watching this."

Maggie got up and quickly put her tshirt back on.

"We didn't know this was private property," she said.

"Fair enough," he said, calming down. "But now you've been told. So please, leave. People your age shouldn't be watching this."

"We're both legally adults," she staunchly replied.

The man calmed down even further. "Oh, my apologies then, I assumed you were younger."

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment then," Maggie replied.

"That doesn't change the fact that you're on private property."

"Okay, okay, we're going. And if you're so concerned about the law, then you should really do something about that public blowjob over there."

"You should check the local ordinances lady. And we also have permits."

"What are you, some sort of porn company?" she asked.

"Modeling company, now please leave."

Maggie looked closely at the guy's tshirt, which had a small company logo on it.

"Do you work for Buckel Fashion Works?"

The man smiled, "Yes, that's us."

"Wow, I'm actually an admirer."

Maggie went over to greet the man with a handshake, while Jeff looked relieved that he wasn't in trouble for spying.

"I'm Gustafson," the man said.

"I'm Maggie. That's Jeff," she replied, pointing to her brother.

"You two are dating, I'm assuming."

"Yes, we are," Maggie said, before her brother could comment.

"Well, it was nice meeting you both. Enjoy the rest of your stay here."

"Do we still have to leave?" Maggie asked.

"Yes, we're working."

"You know, I'm an art student in San Francisco. My goal is to work in the fashion industry. I've actually studied some photographic images from your company. And I've even used some for presentations."

Gustafson gave a hearty laugh. "You know, I'm the founder of Buckel Fashion Works, don't you?"

"Apparently not. I did not know that."

"Well know you do."

"It's a huge honor to meet you. Really. But what's a fashion company like yours doing filming a blowjob on the beach?"

"We're not a porn company," he said defensively. "We don't distribute porn, and we never well. They're newlyweds. And they've hired our best photographer for a romantic shoot. That's all."

"I've done some modeling work before. Do you think we can meet your photographer and look at your set-up? I'd love to see how you operate."

"And why should I allow that?"

Maggie thought for a moment. "I think we can help each other. You see, I know a lot about modern techniques in regards to computer enhancements and so forth. I can help make those blowjob pictures even more gorgeous. And I can teach it to your crew. I've gotten high marks in the art academy."

"What do you want in return? An internship in San Francisco?"

"That sounds good, I mean, if you think I'm a good fit."

Gustafson thought hard and gave a sharp stare. "Okay, that sounds like a fair deal. We'll see what you can do. If you've got skills, then maybe we can collaborate. I'm always looking for new talent."

A broad smile appeared on Maggie's face.

***

The siblings were allowed to enter Gustafson's villa. As it turned out, he was on a work-vacation. He enjoyed the beach view. And he also assisted some clients who wanted romantic pictures taken. In a way, helping couples was a chance for Gustafson to enhance his game and try new things. He was always looking for new ways to stay innovative.

Maggie and Jeff got to meet the young newlywed couple after they went back inside the villa. It was awkward for the siblings, given what they saw. But the couple didn't seem embarrassed at all. They were proud of the explicit pictures they had taken.

Afterwards, Maggie put a few touches on the photographs using the computer. She made the images look more appealing by enhancing certain colors and using nice shading. Everyone in the room seemed impressed by Maggie's skills.

"Well done," Gustafson said. "You did a nice job."

"Thank you," she smiled.

The newlyweds and photographer also complimented Maggie on the beautiful enhancements. 

After a while, the newlywed couple left, and so did the photographer. It was a beautiful day and no one wanted to be stuck editing photographs any longer.

"I've got good news, and not-so good news," Gustafson said.

Maggie nodded. "Let's hear it."

"I've been texting with the manager of our San Francisco division, and we've just finished a new round of hiring. We've already got enough art people, probably from the same art academy that you currently attend."

"Oh," she replied with a sad voice.

"The good news is, I like you. You've got talent, and you've got moxie. You're a pretty cool chick."

"Thanks."

"So how about a modeling gig?" he offered. "I think you look good. You've got a natural spark which many people find appealing. That is, of course, if you're interested."

"You bet!" she said with a sudden burst of energy. "I've done some modeling work for a part time job. So I know the drill."

"Do you have a portfolio?"

"I do, but I didn't bring it. I have some pictures on my phone. Professional stuff that was shot in a studio. Hang on a sec."

Maggie reached for her phone and searched through it. Then she showed a few pictures of herself to Gustafson, who examined it very carefully.

"Very nice. Cute face, nice body, and you've got a sassy attitude. Why don't you come back tomorrow when the photographer is here? We'll take some nice pictures of you and see where things go from there."

"Sounds great."

They all shook hands, and the siblings left.

***

"Can you believe that?" Maggie beamed while walking on the beach towards the family villa. "I mean, wow, I might actually have a chance to work for Buckel Fashion."

"I can't believe I actually saw all that stuff."

She squinted at her brother. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

"No," he scoffed. "Of course not."

"Don't bullshit me, Jeff. You were like a zombie looking at those adult photos. A sex crazed college student sex obsessed zombie. It was like there was nothing else on your mind. Admit it, you're a virgin."

He huffed, "So what if I am?"

"There's nothing wrong with that. I think it's great that you're saving yourself for marriage."

"It's not that."

"So you're looking, but you've had no luck," she replied.

"Basically."

"You're a handsome guy Jeff. And your personality ain't bad. You'll find someone soon enough."

"Thanks I guess."

Day 2

After breakfast, the parents began to socialize with the other adults in the nearby villas. That gave Maggie the perfect excuse to leave and do her own thing. But of course, she had to take her brother with her. There was no way around that.

She had tied her hair in a nice ponytail, and she wore her best bikini, with a large white tshirt over it.

The siblings walked alongside the shore again, towards Gustafson's private villa.

"How come we can't admit that I'm your brother?" Jeff asked. "It's pretty unusual pretending to be your boyfriend."

"I know, but I had to make a split-second decision. If he knew that you're my brother, he might not have let us join. After all, they were taking sex pictures. Who would let a pair of siblings look at sex pics together? That's just weird. So it's better if he thinks that we're dating instead."

"That makes sense," Jeff nodded.

"Plus Buckel Fashion Works are known for their sensual and sometimes erotic images. Gustafson might have been too creeped out to let a brother & sister look at any of his photos."

"I can't say I'd blame him. But like I said, it's unusual pretending to be your boyfriend."

Maggie stopped walking and looked at her brother seriously. There as a no-nonsense expression on her face.

"Listen, I really want to work for that company," she said. "It's my dream to work for them. I love their work. So please, don't screw this up for me."

"I'll be on my best behavior."

"Good. And be forewarned, their pictures are edgy and artsy. Don't be surprised by what you see."

"We've already seen a lady suck her husband's dick yesterday," he replied.

"I know. But this is different. I want to become a model for them. Hopefully that'll lead to a designing job in the future. Remember, I'm desperate to work for them, okay? Don't forget it."

"Got it."

***

The siblings met with Gustafson along with the Italian photographer (who didn't speak a word of English) outside the villa. They had a brief conversation sitting around a table drinking lemonade. Maggie was asked about her goals and passions.

She explained that she had always been attracted to the world of fashion. She further explained that she was attracted to the artistry and freedom of that industry. She talked about all the different courses she had taken at the art academy, and which ones she excelled in.

"You sound like the type of person we're looking for," Gustafson said. "Now let's begin the shoot. I'm sure your boyfriend will enjoy watching."

"I'm sure he will."

Maggie gave her brother a playful wink.

"Also, keep in mind that I don't always make the final decision when it comes to hiring. I'll send these pictures to San Francisco, and they'll decide."

"That sounds good," Maggie smiled.

"Great. I'm sure they'll love you. If not, they'll find something else for you to do if there's a future opening."

"I really look forward to helping this company in any way possible."

Gustafson nodded. "That's the attitude I like. Now let's get started."

***

They all went to the beach together, right by the ocean waves. 

Maggie had removed her tshirt and modeled in her bikini. She struck different poses for the Italian photographer, while Jeff and Gustafson just watched.

She was a natural at posing and modeling. There was a vibrancy about her. Her love-for-life attitude made her even more attractive than she already was.

Then, the Italian photographer spoke.

Gustafson translated, "The photographer says to remove your top."

"What?" Maggie asked with a shocked expression.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, it's just that, I wasn't expecting this."

"You're familiar with our type of work, aren't you?" Gustafson asked.

"Yes, but..."

"Buckel Fashion Works is a growing brand because of our sexy and classy edge. I assumed you would understand what kind of shoot this is."

"I do."

"If this isn't your thing, then..."

"It is!" Maggie proclaimed.

She reached back and untied her bikini. All the while, she gave her brother a subtle expression which said, 'sorry about this. we'll discuss this later."

And then, she pulled her bikini top away and tossed it to the sand. 

And her breasts were exposed.

They were small with an upturned perky shape. 

She saw Jeff look extremely uncomfortable, but after a moment, he tried to control himself. Jeff didn't want the others knowing that they were actually siblings.

For some reason, seeing her brother so flustered actually made Maggie kind of excited. Maybe it was because she was teasing a virgin. Or maybe it was the taboo. Whatever the case, she had a job to do. And she did it.

Her pert breasts had a bikini tan line. Her body had a slight tan, but her breasts were pale white, in the shape of white triangles on each chest. It was the first time her breasts had been exposed to the sun in a very long time. And she enjoyed it.

It was the first time anyone had ever taken pictures of her breasts, and she enjoyed that even more.

A slight breeze came and it made her pink nipples stiffen.

She struck different poses and the camera snapped away. 

The moment gave her an exhilarating rush. Gustafson, the photographer, and her own brother were staring at her topless. Her pictures were being taken and she was on a beach with the hot sun on her tits.

The adrenaline only gave her more confidence and bravado. And that translated perfectly towards her modeling.

"You're something special," Gustafson said, almost transfixed by her beauty.

She smiled, "Thank you sir. I feel great."

The photographer spoke in Italian, and Gustafson listened attentively.

"He wants Jeff to remove his clothes and join you," Gustafson said. "Let's make this another couple shoot."

Jeff immediately protested, and Maggie gave a diplomatic response stating why it shouldn't happen.

Gustafson listened, and he tried to be understanding.

"Very well," Gustafson said. "My photographer is a very passionate man. His specialty is eroticism, especially between couples. That's his favorite."

"Can we continue with this shoot?"

Gustafson spoke to the photographer in Italian.

"He says he's done," Gustafson said. "He doesn't want to take any more pictures unless it's a set for couples. I hope you understand, my photographer is a very stubborn man. However, he is the best in our company. A true artist."

"So, should I put my top back on?"

"Yes, you've been amazing."

Maggie quickly reached for her bikini and put it on. In some ways it was a relief to be covered again. But in other ways, she had been enjoying the exhibitionist moment.

***

After the photographer had left, the siblings were alone with Gustafson. They were inside his villa and he had emailed the pictures to his team in San Francisco.

"I'll text you later when I hear their opinions," Gustafson said. 

"How do you think I did?"

"You're a natural. You've got spark. There are many beautiful women in the world, but you've got something which can't be taught. I really like you. And I think the rest of my team is going to like you also."

"That's so wonderful to hear," Maggie smiled. "It's been such an honor working with you, and your photographer."

"Likewise. And I apologize if my photographer and I had offended you earlier. We should have given you notice about the couples pictures he wanted."

"No worries."

He nodded. "You two looked bewildered at the idea. Especially Jeff."

"My boyfriend is a very shy person," Maggie smiled again.

Jeff simply stood awkwardly with a stiff expression.

"That's okay," Gustafson said. "Being photographed is a lot harder than people imagine."

Maggie pondered for a moment. "Just curious, but what would have happened if we had actually taken couples photographs together?"

"Well, those types of sexually explicit photos show raw emotion. Obviously we don't distribute any images like that in our advertisements or promotions. But we often use couples. So I think my team in San Francisco may have potentially looked more favorable towards you."

"Really?"

"I believe so. San Francisco is a tough market. They need the very best and the bravest. If I recall, some of our recent modeling hires had submitted sexually explicit photos. It showed that they were fearless and open to anything. That type of confidence is very powerful."

"Interesting."

"You look like you're having second thoughts," Gustafson noted.

"Not exactly," she replied. "But what if I was?"

"No big deal. The photographer can come back tomorrow and we can resume."

"So we can still do the couples photographs tomorrow?"




Bathed in Sun, Naked Sister



"Why not?"

Maggie raised an eyebrow. "And what sorts of things would that require? I mean, do we have to get naked or anything?"

"That's usually expected."

"But I mean, specifically, what do the people in San Francisco like to see?"

Gustafson thought for a moment. "Based on past models who were hired, our managers like to see nudity between couples, to make sure the model has an easygoing chemistry and can work well with others. But also, they like to see actual sex acts. As I've mentioned, it shows that the model is fearless and has an open attitude towards sex. And that type of confidence translates well in our official photographs. That's a big reason why our marketing has been so successful. Our models exude sexual confidence."

"And these test pictures, no one will ever see them outside of the team, right?"

"Right," he confirmed. "They're strictly confidential. And we have an extremely tight confidentiality policy. After we make a hiring decision, we delete those pictures if the model wants."

"In that case, Jeff and I will come back tomorrow," she smiled.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Make sure your photographer is here."

"You're a courage young lady, Maggie."

They shook hands and confirmed the appointment.

***

The siblings headed back to the family villa. Maggie was all smiles, and Jeff seemed like a nervous wreck.

"Are you kidding me?" Jeff asked.

"Please, I'm in a great mood, don't screw it up."

"Sorry but, are you kidding me?"

"Look, a modeling job from Buckel Fashion Works could potentially start a career for me once I graduate," she replied. "It's my dream job. And they pay a lot of money. So if you go along with it, then I'll be happy to compensate you later."

"Screw the money. How do you expect me to get naked in front of you and a camera? I'm not that kind of guy. I have dignity."

"No you don't. I've caught you jerking off to porn so many times."

He blushed, "That was a long time ago. Big deal."

"My point is, you get to see my breasts again. You liked seeing them today, didn't you?"

"I'll pretend you didn't just ask me that," Jeff replied.

"Well, you get to see them again. All you have to do is stand there for the shoot. Remember, the pictures are going to be deleted later. So who cares? It's nothing to worry about. Plus I'll pay you later."

"But I'm terrible at the modeling stuff. I'm so awkward in front of the camera."

Maggie shook her head. "Doesn't matter. They're only looking at me. I'll do all the work. You just stand there. Okay?"

"You always talk me into doing these crazy things."

"You're the best."

She wrapped her arms around her younger brother and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.

***

Late that night. Maggie & Jeff were both in bed while their parents slept in the other room. 

Jeff was asleep while Maggie was busy texting with Gustafson underneath the covers.

According to Gustafson, the team in San Francisco were "impressed" with Maggie's potential, but they still wanted to see more. They wanted to see how Maggie would interact with a male figure on camera. The implication was that they wanted to see Maggie doing sexual stuff with someone.

After thinking for a few moments, Maggie texted back:

will do. have a good night gus

And that was the end of their late night texting conversation.

The promise had been given. The arrangements had been made.

Maggie laid in bed wondering if she could actually go through with it. With her own brother? Of all people. Him? 

She came to the realization that it might not be so bad. It was just sex stuff. They were both legally adults (although Jeff was a virgin). And they would both be consenting. It would feel good. It would probably be humiliating for Jeff, but he would get over it eventually, she figured. Especially if she was able to make him cum really hard.

It would have been well worth it to get a job with Buckel Fashion Works. Plus, in some very strange way, the whole situation was kind of arousing to Maggie. It was fun modeling herself topless. And it was even more fun doing it in front of her virgin brother.

All she needed was his approval. 

But getting Jeff's approval wasn't rocket science. He was a typical horny young college student. Bribing him should be simple, she figured.

Maggie got out of bed. The bedroom was lit by moonlight, as the curtains were open, and it was a full moon night.

She tip-toed over to his bed. Then she sat beside him as he slept.

"Wake up," she whispered.

Jeff didn't move. Then she poked him.

"Wake up," she whispered again.

He slowly moved. "Huh?"

"Shh... It's 11:38. Keep it quiet."

"Why?"

"I need a favor."

"Can't we talk about this in the morning?" he groaned.

"No. We need to talk about it now."

He sighed, "What do you want? If it's about the photograph thing, fine, I already said I'd do it."

"I know, but it's a little more complicated than I thought."

"Even more than getting naked?"

"What's the furthest you've ever gone with a girl?" she whispered.

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Answer the question."

"Maggie, that's private."

"Just tell me."

He sighed, knowing that arguing was useless. "I let my ex-girlfriend stroke me down there. I did the same to her."

"Did you cum?"

"Jeez."

"Just answer the question. Did you cum? Did it feel really good?"

"Yes, to both."

Maggie reached underneath her virgin brother's thin blanket. Her hand moved to his shorts. At first, Jeff put up some resistance towards the inappropriate touching. But then he relented. Maggie was able to slip her hand inside his shorts.

It only took a split second for Maggie to touch the bare skin of the soft manhood.

"Here's the deal," she said. "Tomorrow, we're going to do everything together. That means, whatever the photographer wants, we'll do. Okay?"

"But...but..."

She squeezed his cock tighter. "No 'buts.' You have to do it. In exchange, you won't be a virgin anymore. We'll work out the details later, but that's the general agreement. Okay?"

Her fingers massaged his ever growing penis.

"Okay," he said meekly.

"Good. Now, we have to act natural tomorrow. It has to seem like we've done sex stuff before. Obviously, since they think we're a couple. So, we have to get some practice. Okay?"

Jeff's eyes widened. "Okay."

"Now be very quiet. No moaning. We don't want mom & dad to hear. They'll be very upset if they knew."

Maggie clenched the hardened cock and began to stroke. She stroked and stroked. The siblings looked at each other with the moonlight on their faces as Maggie masturbated her younger brother.

He made short gasping noises. He had been jerked off before, but it wasn't nearly as good as the way Maggie did it. Maggie was a pro. And she knew exactly what men liked in a hand job.

Jeff began to grunt and moan. His body tensed. He tried to keep the noise levels down.

"Promise to be good tomorrow?" Maggie whispered.

"I promise."

"You better."

Maggie swiftly dove her head underneath her brother's blanket. Her lips quickly found the hardened cock. She stroked furiously and Jeff came.

With her lips around the tip of the erection, her mouth sucked & slurped every drop of cum. Everything. Right down to the last drop. 

When it was all clean and Jeff had nothing left, Maggie pulled her head out and tucked her brother's cock back inside of his shorts. Then she fixed his blanket so it was nice and neat.

"Good night," she whispered.

With that, Maggie tip-toed back to her bed.

Day 3

The next morning. After a family breakfast, the siblings went back to Gustafson's villa. Their parents were once again spending time with the other adults for a private boat ride. 

The siblings walked alongside the shore and Jeff was anxious, while Maggie was excited.

"Will you relax?" Maggie said. "You act like something terrible is going to happen."

"Well isn't it?"

"Orgasms are a bad thing all of a sudden? You didn't have a problem last night."

"That's different. That was private. This is going to be on a freaking beach with two guys watching, then god knows how many other people looking at our pictures."

"Focus on the orgasms, Jeff. Focus on the orgasms."

***

They reached the villa and Gustafson greeted them warmly. It was another friendly chat. And for the first time, Maggie was beginning to feel the nerves. The magnitude of what she was doing was finally setting it. It made her excited and scared at the same time. The contrast of feelings made her aroused.

"I spoke to my San Francisco team again this morning," Gustafson said. "They reiterated that you have a lot of potential. They basically agree with me. All they need is a little more proof of how seductive and sexy you can be in front of the camera."

"I can't wait."

"Well, you've almost got the job. You should be getting a fairly generous offer once you get back to SF. I think you'll be pleased."

"Glad to hear it," she replied. "My ultimate goal is still to become a designer. But I think this is a great step in the right direction. Assuming it goes smoothly."

"Maggie, your potential is limitless. If you get hired, which I suspect you will, then you can do whatever you want when the opportunities arise."

She smiled.

***

They all went to the shore together, but this time, Maggie was dressed in a towel, nothing else. She was completely naked underneath. 

The anticipation was in the air as Maggie felt the sun on her skin and sand on her feet. It was actually happening. And there was no turning back. 

Her eyes surveyed the beach. There was no one around in that area. She worried that people would spy on them, much like how she and her brother spied on that other couple having oral sex. But it didn't matter. She tried not to think about that.

She continued walking until her feet were near the water. Then she was told to remove the towel. And she did.

The towel was tossed aside.

And Maggie's naked body bathed in the sun.

She was completely naked. Her tan lined figure was revealed to Gustafson, the photographer, and her very own brother. The tan lines were on her breasts and cleanly shaven pubic area. But thanks to the naked photoshoot, she might not have those tan lines for much longer.

"Gorgeous," Gustafson smiled.

"Thank you."

"Now in the water. Play. Have fun. Be free."

Maggie smiled and turned to face the ocean waves. She revealed her naked ass, which also had tan lines, and proceeded to head towards the water. A wave hit her feet. The water came in a fast rush. She went further in the water until it was up to her knees.

When she went far enough in the water, she turned around and showed her naked frontside to the men. The camera had been snapping away. She smiled and moved around. She splashed the water and had fun.

Her body glistened from the water on her skin, and the bright sun shining on her. It was the most vulnerable she had ever felt in her life, being naked in front of others. Yet, there was also a sense of freedom which came with the liberation. It was arousing to her.

She became even more aroused knowing that her body movements had left the men tantalized and spellbound.

Gustafson looked pleased by what he was seeing. The photographer was busy doing his job. And her brother Jeff looked uncomfortable, yet very aroused. Nudity wasn't something that Jeff was used to seeing in person, and especially from his own beautiful sister.

The photographer spoke in Italian, and Gustafson listened.

"He says to have the boyfriend join," Gustafson translated, turning to Jeff. "It's your turn to remove your clothes. Go in the water and play with your girlfriend."

Jeff momentarily froze. He didn't know what to do. It wasn't until he looked at Maggie that he finally moved. She had a look on her face which said, 'Don't you dare screw this up for me, or you're in deep shit.'

It was the kind of look which only a domineering older sister could give. And it worked. It always worked. With a confidence and beauty that Maggie had, who could resist?

Jeff stripped down in a mechanical way. There was nothing sexy about it. It was just like undressing in the doctor's office. Only it was for an incestuous photo shoot.

Maggie's eyes widened at her brother's raging erection. It was the first time she had ever seen him naked.

Despite his nervousness and apprehension, Jeff's cock revealed his true feelings. It was the ultimate indicator that he was ready for action. And it showed that he possibly had secret desires for his sister.

'Holy shit, this is actually happening,' they both thought.

"Come over here," Maggie said seductively to her brother. "The camera is nothing to be afraid of."

Jeff got in the water and approached her.

"How sexy do you want this to be?" Maggie asked Gustafson.

"It's really up to you. However, keep in mind that the San Francisco team are very open minded when it comes to sex. They've seen a lot. Nothing really surprises them anymore."

"Oh yeah? Watch this."

And with that, Maggie grabbed her brother by the shoulders and pulled him forward, kissing him sloppily on the mouth. It was a wet hot kiss. The kind that siblings should never give each other. But it was necessary for the job. No one would ever know.

She did all the work, slobbering on her brother's mouth. She even slipped her tongue inside. All the while, Jeff stood still as a board. The poor guy was completely in shock over what he was feeling. He had kissed girls before, but none were as beautiful as his own sister.

"He seems very shy," Gustafson noted. 

Maggie ended the kiss. "That's okay. I'll loosen him up."

They resumed the hot kiss, with Maggie leading the way. She later ended the kiss and put her lips to her brother's ear.

"Suck my tits," she whispered.

"Huh?"

"Suck them. Make it look natural and hot."

"Oh god," he whispered.

"Just do it. Don't screw this up."

She pulled her brother's head down towards her chest. He hesitated at first, but then began to suck her hardened pink nipple.

Once her nipple was being sucked, Maggie leaned her head back and gave a blissful look. She wanted to sell the fact that she could be sensual on camera. And she did. She peeked at the men watching through the corner of her eye, and they appeared to be thrilled by Maggie's facial expressions.

Something had taken hold of Jeff and he began to suck harder. He sucked both of Maggie's pink nipples and fondled her pert breasts.

"Nice job," she whispered.

"Mmm Hmmm..."

His mouth was too busy sucking to reply. 

Maggie knew that he was getting carried away. She knew he would like it. And that only made the experience even more pleasurable. She enjoyed the feeling of her nipples rolling around in his mouth, and her tits being sucked.

"Oh wow," she gasped.

"That looks wonderful," Gustafson said. "Now let's move things along. Is there anything else?"

Maggie thought quickly. There was an innuendo in Gustafson's voice. A sexual innuendo. He wanted to see something explicit. And since he was the boss, he was the man to please.

She put her hands on her brother's chest. It was a signal to Jeff to stop sucking and stand up straight. 

"Don't move, okay?" she whispered to her brother.

"Are you going to..."

"Yes. Now stay still. Relax and enjoy."

Then she dropped down to her knees. The ocean waves were to her stomach. Then she grabbed a hold of his throbbing cock.

She looked up and winked at her brother. Jeff looked down with disbelief. Neither of them could believe it. She strokes him a few times to loosen the mood. Maggie winked at him again. Yes, it was about to happen. That was her simple message to her younger brother.

Without any further delay, Maggie took the erection inside of her mouth and began to suck. Immediately, Jeff groaned loudly. Receiving oral sex wasn't something he was used to. And it felt amazing.

She sucked and sucked. Her head bobbed rapidly. Her lips wrapped tightly around the shaft. Her hands stroking and rubbing. Her tongue licking.

There was a strange feeling inside of Maggie while she sucked her brother's cock. Sure, she had always enjoyed sucking cock. According to her past partners, oral sex was her specialty. (And Maggie agreed). But this was different than simply being in private. This was something else entirely.

She was doing it in public. In front of two professional men. Right on the beach with the sun on her body. The ocean waves. Most of all, she was sucking off her own brother. It felt twisted and wrong. But the taboo of everything involved was incredibly hot. She loved the fact that she was making Jeff squirm with the actions of her mouth. She knew he could barely stand from the oral assault. Her oral sex was that good.

Jeff groaned, "Oh my god...I think I'm going to...I think I'm going to..."

She briefly took his cock out of her mouth and she stroked him.

"Cum in my mouth baby. You know how much I love your cum. You taste delicious."

After giving that dirty talk, she continued sucking.

The siblings looked each other in the eyes. Jeff exploded in Maggie's mouth, and she continued stroking and sucking. She didn't dare stop until Jeff was completely drained of all his cum. And that's what happened. He shot his loads until nothing was left. She winked at him in a playful way and removed her mouth.

Jeff playfully fell backwards into the ocean water. It felt that good. 

Maggie looked at the camera and winked. Then she licked her lips. Then she winked and licked her lips at the same time, while the camera continued snapping photos. 

"That was...it was unbelievable," Gustafson stammered.

Gustafson was rarely a speechless man. But on that morning, he was.

***

Later that night. Jeff was sleeping. Once again, Maggie was in the midst of another late night texting session with Gustafson. It was a short and sweet conversation. She was more than pleased with the results.

After the texting ended, she got out of bed and went to her brother. She woke him up by pushing his shoulder.

"Wake up," she whispered. "Wake up."

His eyes slowly opened. "Hmm?"

"Look."

Maggie showed her brother the phone. She scrolled down to show images of the photos they had taken that day. Various images of Maggie completely naked, playing under the sun and splashing the ocean water. Images of them passionately kissing. Images of Jeff roughly sucking Maggie's nipples. And finally, images of Maggie sucking cock and swallowing cum.

It looked like something out of a porn website. Not something that siblings would do. But that's what happened. Jeff was shocked seeing the pictures, but also aroused. Who wouldn't be aroused at images of Maggie naked and performing oral sex? The girl was beautiful and had a sensuality about her.

Despite the hardcore nature of the photographs, there was also a classiness and beauty to them. The photographer was a pro. And his pictures were top quality stuff.

"Now look down here," she whispered again.

She scrolled through the text conversations with Gustafson, and showed Jeff a picture of a contract.

"The people in SF liked my pictures," she whispered. "This is the contract they sent me. It's for part-time work. It pays nicely. Gustafson said that I could potentially do design work in the future. Can you believe it?"

"Wow, that's nice," he whispered back.

She nodded. "Remember we made a deal? If you were good today, then I'll owe you back? Well, today you were great."

"Yeah, thanks."

"Are you ready to lose your virginity?"

His eyes widened. "Huh?"

"Shhh... keep it quiet. Okay? We don't want mom or dad waking up. I have a tendency to make guys become noisy during sex, especially with a trick I do with my vagina."





Bathed in Sun, Naked Sister



Maggie pulled his blanket away. The anticipation was growing. Then she pulled his shorts down, exposing her brother's manhood. Both of them became anxious. The cock was flaccid, but it quickly grew. It didn't need any further stimulation aside from the offer of sex. Being exposed in front of Maggie was enough to make any man aroused.

Siblings or not, Jeff's cock wasn't immune to Maggie's sex appeal. The cock quickly stiffened and pointed upwards. 

Maggie removed her own pajama bottom. She never wore panties to sleep. All that was left was a big tshirt, and she was braless underneath. 

She climbed on top of her brother and guided the cock to her hole. No lubrication was needed. She had already been wet from the idea of fucking her own brother and taking his virginity. It was a surreal taboo. And she was daring enough to actually try it. She had already known that it would feel amazing for the both of them.

And why not? She had already given him his first blowjob. Why not be his first love making partner? 

Maggie's rationale was, if Jeff was going to lose his virginity, it might as well have been with her, instead of some college slut. After all, they had always been close with each other, and Jeff had done her a big favor that day.

She straddled her hips to get comfortable with Jeff's cock inside of her. They looked each other in the eyes while she slowly began to gyrate her hips. Their faces were lit by the moonlight. She moved her hips in a slow and controlled manner. It was a technique which Maggie had proudly perfected. Start slow, and work things hard later on.

"How does your first pussy feel?" she asked softly.

"Un...fucking...believable."

"That's what I like to hear."

She put her hands on Jeff's chest and leaned on him. Jeff reached up and fondled his sister's tits through her tshirt. Maggie's breasts felt soft and delicate. The nipples hardened and poked through the fabric of her tshirt. 

"Shhh...." she whispered.

And that was when she picked up speed. Her hips moved faster. She knew how to make a guy feel good. After receiving a nice modeling contract, she felt that she owed him. She wanted to make things feel extra special for her virgin brother. And she did just that.

She did her famous vagina trick. She clenched her pussy tightly when she moved up, and released when she slid down. It achieved its desired effect when Jeff's eyes widened and he was about to release a loud groan.

But Maggie was quick enough to prevent that by putting her hand over his mouth. It had been anticipated.

"No noises, remember?" she whispered. "We wouldn't want dad to know that we're fucking in here. And we wouldn't want mom to know that I'm taking your virginity. This is our secret, forever."

She clenched her pussy and thrust. Her hand was still covering her brother's mouth.

"I know how badly you want to cum. I can tell. It's okay. Do it. Cum inside my pussy."

After a few more moments of her vaginal technique, Jeff came inside his sister's pussy. She clenched her vaginal muscles tightly and quickly rocked her hips, up and down, then back and forth. Her tight little hole maintained a strong grip on the ejaculating cock. 

"That's it," she whispered. "You're almost done. Almost there. That's it."

She continued working her pussy until Jeff went flaccid. Then Maggie was finally able to relax her vaginal muscles. 

She climbed off him, and instead of using tissue for clean up, she used her mouth, slurping everything up. Her lips and tongue made sure that Jeff was clean. Then she swallowed what was in her mouth. When it was done, Maggie pulled her brother's shorts back up, and she covered him with the blanket while he simply laid there in bliss. 

She couldn't resist teasing him one last time, by patting Jeff's cock through the blanket.

"Good night," she smiled. "And thanks again for the help today. It's not something I'll forget."

Maggie went back to bed. She didn't bother cleaning the cum inside of her pussy. And she didn't bother putting her pajama bottom back on. She simply went to bed bottomless, with her brother's cum inside of her.

The End

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Bather and Relaxed



Roni rolled her shoulders in a vain attempt to ease the pain of her wide bra straps cutting into her skin; no matter how hard she tried the pain in her shoulders, back and the burn in her skin was persistent, especially at the end of a long hard day like today. Most of the cases she tries are couples that should have never been couples; but this week the woman's plight hit close to home for Veronica, and so the normally ignored discomfort caused by her tight fitting bra felt especially acute, and the ache in her shoulders and back was not from her well endowed chest but anxiety of not having another human being to want and to be wanted by.

Most women would give their eyeteeth to have a chest like Veronica's, and most men lose their self-control when faced by her well rounded and proportioned body. Both men and women consider full sized breasts the ultimate in femininity. Roni had a far different perspective on the matter; she felt her endowment gave her an advantage over her courtroom opponents male and female alike, and made use of it as well as her expert case preparation and presentational skills. No she would never want to be 'normal' sized and gladly endured the occasional discomfort of her still firm natural forty-two double Ds.

Roni's secretary dropped in just before quitting time and asked, "Is that it for today?" and started to leave, in mid-stride turned and ask, "Are you feeling all right? Ms. Thorp you look a little bushed?" 

"I am bushed Jenny." Roni replied wrinkling her face added, "my shoulders and back are killing me!"

"Would you like a massage?" The young secretary asked softly, "I can stay late if you like?" and waited smiling.

"Oh no thank you, you are a dear for asking." Roni replied adding, "I have my women's meeting tonight and starting Saturday a three day seminar for the advancement of women lawyers and I want to finish the last of my letters for you to type on Monday while I'm away so there isn't any time left Jenny. I would like to take a rain check though, and it's time for you to just call me Roni." She paused as she flipped through the neat pile of paper folders scanning the cover sheet inside each one and then looked smiling warmly saying, "I think we will nail the bastard good and if ever there was a bastard that needed nailing he does. I want to thank you Jenny for the very thorough job of case research you have made a good case much better."

With a blushing face Jenny replied, "Thank you Mi... Roni I am glad I could help. After reading the brief and scanning the medical report I just wanted to kill the asshole but decided to help you slay him in the courtroom. That sweet young woman will need what ever reparations you can get."

"We can get honey... We can get." Roni warmly corrected and then gave Jenny a knowing smile, a goodbye wave of her hand, and she was gone. Roni glanced at the clock on the wall. She decided to put another hour towards the paperwork before leaving for the evening meeting and the long awaited three day weekend. Veronica was very familiar with last weeks counsel's selection a large mansion in a western suburb of Chicago; it had all the good things she needed a nice lounge and fine food café, heavenly rooms, and a divinely wonderful spa staffed by some of most favorite women in the world.

It was a long and tedious drive to the mansion; traffic snarls, impatient drivers honking their horns, and red lights that seemed to take forever to change. Car wrecks that didn't look too bad but still tied up traffic while the police and drivers sorted through the who's' at fault, and finally a turn onto a less crowded street and two rows of very welcoming buildings telling of the warmer suburban life and her journey's end in sight. As she rounded the last corner and pulled into the driveway she sighed a very exhausted but relieved sigh. There was a long line of cars waiting for valets to park them, and cars pulling in behind her, but that did not bother Veronica because she was in line and knew her turn would soon come. Roni was both pleased with herself and relieved for anticipating the large crow and booked a room in advance with a full treatment at her favorite spa, the tensions of driving eased as the anticipated pleasures of the evening drifted into her mind. Once she was freed of her car she rushed the bellboy from the check in desk to her room tipped him and hurriedly sent him on his way and took a nice long piss lingering a moment to feel her innards relax after holding her water for so long and then headed for the spa.

At the spa Roni handed her coat and bag to the check-in girl, and went to the changing room where she was greeted by Kim the dressing room attendant, "Good evening, Ms. Thorpe, would you care to have some assistance with your clothing?"

"Yes please. That is just what the doctor ordered." Roni replied then ordered, "Please have my coat sent to the cleaners and have my valet press my white dinner dress, and then bring it here." and with an exhausted sigh added, "I'm so tired, I can't take another step... and please... call me Roni."

"Would Joanne meet with your approval?" Kim asked with a mousy grin warmly adding, "Roni."

"Fine." Roni replied sounding a bit more relaxed, "I think I've used her before if my memory serves me correctly."

Kim called Joanne from the waiting room, "Please take care of Ms. Thorpe... Roni, and do an especially good job she's had quite a long day."

"Yes I will." Joanne replied beaming a broad smile turning her attention to Roni, "Follow me please, I have a private changing room set up."

Once inside the lavishly decorated dressing room, Joanne quickly went to work removing Veronica's clothing, stopping only when she was down to her bra and panties. 

"Your breast are beautiful and they are still firm." Joanne cajoled softly into Roni's ear while letting her hands run up and down the older woman's arms and shoulders, in a warm voice asked, "Are you ready for me to remove your undies?"

"Oh yes dear." Roni sighed as she laid back on the padded bench, "I've been looking forward to this moment all day...! 'Hell...!' all month!"

"I'm glad." Joanne said, unhooking the five clasps holding Roni's bra in place. "Oh my... your shoulders must be in awful pain, your straps have really cut into your skin!" Joanne empathized, she was not quite as well endowed as Veronica is but just the same she was a very healthy full bodied woman with breasts to match.

"Ohaahhaah...! That feels nice getting that brutal contraption off my shoulders." Roni moaned softly, "And yes, it is quite painful...! 'Today...?' yes today two words 'The Case...!'" And with a long mournful sigh added, "I've been arguing with clients and other lawyers since six-thirty this morning... practically nonstop."

"I have an idea." Joanne whispered seductively into Roni's ear, "Get into the hot water soak for a bit and then I will wash-away your day. I bet that will really relax you."

With a soft moan in her throat Roni cooed, "Y... aahh... Yess... that's a wonderful idea!" and in she slipped.

Once in Roni ooohed and ahhed as she slowly swirled her body around in the steaming hot water; and after several minutes she stood up in the waist deep water and slipped onto the washing table where Joanne took a washcloth, and slowly scrubbed every square inch of Roni's lush upper body paying particular attention to the strap lines on Roni's sore shoulders and back. Soaping and scrubbing, massaging the muscles in her back and shoulders after soaping them up. The coarseness of the cloth wiped away the tensions, aches, and the gouges Roni's bra had left. Joanne watched Roni's large nipples grew hard and turned soft and fighting back the urge to suckle as she washed those full breasts. Joanne moved to Roni's sides scrubbing, washing, and whisking away a long day, she heard a quiet sigh and a swallow, as she started to wash Roni's stomach and arms. She finished the upper half, and could see Roni was letting go, she coaxed, "Please roll over and let me wash away the tensions from your front."

Once Roni was in place and Joanne could see her full body she let out a quiet but auditable sigh of admiration. Roni's body was intimidating to look at because of it's size her large round face, and fleshy lips and her piercing dark eyes were surrounded by her thick raven hair, full firm breasts matched the muscle tone of her arms and shoulders, her stomach not flat, not bulging was augmented by her powerful looking thighs and buttocks, though she carried a few extra pounds her body was still firm. "Oh what a beautiful raven haired pussy," Joanne thought as she surveyed the wonderful treasure trails of black hairs running from her belly button down and up her thighs from her knees showing the way to the thick, matting of long shinny black hairs. As she began to soap Roni's legs she thought as she looked, "A person could bury their face in that wonderful patch of black hairs. Joanne parted Roni's legs slightly and caught a quick glance of Roni's labia and could see they were swelling, and fanning open, proof her massaging was starting to work. 

Roni was whetting Joanne's appetite as she slipped, letting loose a whisper, "Oh my!" while cupping one breast and softly washing her firm belly. "What size bra do you wear?" Joanne quickly asked in an effort to hide the slip of her tongue.

"Oh...my." Roni murmured dreamily as she acknowledged hearing Joanne's slip. "I wear a 42DD cup bra, but I think I might have to go to a 44 DDD cup, my old bras seem a bit tight...! God forbid I may have put on a few pounds."

"I wish my breasts were as full and lush as yours." Joanne cajoled while continuing to caress the older woman's incredibly full breasts, and moving the washcloth over and between Roni's thighs she warmly added, "Well I think you have been spending more time at the gym."

"You'res are beautiful too Joanne." Roni whispered to the cute young woman and cajolingly added, "still firm and looking forward where mine are beginning to look downward just a bit and yes thank you for noticing; when the frustrations of cases weave their way in I fight back with vigorous work outs."

With a small smile breaking across her face Joanne replied, "Why thank you for your kind compliment, now rollover and let me wash your lower back and beautiful buttocks."

"Oh, oh okay." Roni moaned as she rolled over with Joanne's help she gleefully sang, "Over and over we roll over." And giggled then directed, "Slip a pillow under my head please."

"Gladly." Joanne chimed as she pulled the pillow into place and centered Roni's body on the table. It was easy for Joanne to move the hundred and sixty pounds of the six-foot-one woman as the table was slick from soap suds and of course Roni helped some. A smile began to beam as she surveyed Roni's behind marveling at how uniformly her thick black hairs fanned out across her buttocks, and how the trail of curly hairs ran up her spine ending just passed her waist, and how much longer and denser they became as they neared her vulva, nearly obscuring all of her feminine genitalia as she soaped up the wash clothe she noted warmly, "It has been a while since you were last with us and let me bathe you... I have missed our regular appointments." While listening to Roni, Joanne leaned over close to Roni's pubic hairs and quietly stole a sniff smelling her aroma before soaping her up.

"I've been so wrapped up in court battles lately..." Roni's reply was briefly interrupted as she felt the hot soapy washcloth course it's way across her waist then down covering her buttocks and thighs with soap in a circular scrubbing motion as she reached Roni's feet Roni cooed in a dreamy voice, "I forgot just how good you make me feel."

"I really enjoy working you over." Joanne purred as she rinsed the washcloth and added more soap to it and then admitting, "You are one of my favorites because you enjoy what I do so much." Joanne paused and looked at the woman basking in the steamy room and holding a very soapy washcloth in plane view and salacious smile beaming from ear to ear asked, "Are you ready to have me wash your... privates?" her warm smile beamed as she waited for an answer.

"Oh yes dear please wash away." Roni purred her voice now sounding completely relaxed as she started to roll over again with Joanne's help and as she plopped back down let out a gusting sigh.

"Here let me have your leg." Joanne softly directed as she placed it against her waist as she stepped between Roni's legs opening her genitalia to Joanne's ministrations. A smile radiated from Roni's face as the hot soapy cloth slathered across her hairy privates and Joanne watched her large nipples turn hard. As she washed Joanne could feel Roni's clitoris through the washcloth as it swelled and turned hard too and she shuddered as if it were her that was being washed when Roni let out a long loud sigh.

In a very dreamy and warm voice Roni cooed, "I'll give you about a half an hour to stop that." And both women giggled softly.

"I still have to wash your hair." Joanne said laughingly as she set the washcloth down and picked up the bottle of soap and squirted some into her hand while she sauntered towards Roni's head. As she walked Joanne's face turned soft and a warm smile graced her lips; she watched Roni's bristling nipples and could smell Roni's arousal over the fragrance of the soap, as she began washing her hair.

"Joanne you do, do a wonderful job of washing me." Roni warmly crooned in a deepening but soft voice.

"It's time to rinse you off tell me if the water is too hot." Joanne informed as she started at her feet working upwards, "Now close your eyes maybe when we get back into the pool you'll let me play with those perky nipples of you'res." 

"Only if you let me play with you'res!" Roni said sounding much like a young girl as she sat up beaming a very wet smile and giggling while Joanne washed the rest of the soap from her hair and back.

"We have a deal." She joyfully sang out as she rinsed the soap from her body she warmly warned, "My nipples are very sensitive and I have had orgasms just from having them suckled." then both she and Roni slipped into the steamy pool sighing loudly as the hot water swirled around them. They both began to trade soft little kisses as they tangled their legs and messed their bodies.

"I want you to cum first!" Roni crooned after breaking a kiss and hoisted Joanne onto the float. Roni closed her lips on the young woman's nipple, and suckled as she twirled the other and just as predicted, within a matter of only a few minutes, Joanne was sweated and swaying her fanny from side to side and clutching Roni's head to her heaving breast. As her orgasm eased, Roni smiled and parted Joanne's legs and looked; a run of creamy vaginal fluid was coating Joanne's labia, the sides of her thighs, and her fanny and was mingling with the water on the float.

"My god!" Roni said softly, "That was incredible, and to think we didn't even touch your pussy."

"Just look at it now." Joanne sighed while floating on top of the water legs spread wide.

"I don't believe it." Roni sang as she moved for a full on front view and stared at Joanne's bulging clitoris and meaty hood, and her labia still wide open and deep red, "It must be four times bigger than it was a few minutes ago. I thought I had a big clitoris and meaty labia. Do you pump up like that every time you get aroused?"

"Yes." Joanne replied in a deepening warm voice, "My mother says that all of the women in her family have vaginas that are very plump and meaty, and when we get turned on our genitals engorge quickly, filling to four and five times their normal size and our clitoris's pulse so much that they look like they are dancing. Do you like it?" Joanne asked as she smiled at Roni fingering her clitoris.

"Oh, God, yes I love it!" Roni whispered hoarsely, while nosing the young woman's modest patch of dark brown pubic hairs, "May I suck on it for you? It looks very needy?"

"Oh, please." Joanne moaned, "Suck it...! Bite it...! make me cum... again please!"

Roni slid eagerly between the young woman's legs; balancing Joanne's fanny in her hands and parting her thighs with her shoulders and with her thumbs splayed her labia, took one last full view look as the satin cream slid from Joanne's splayed labia, then wrapped her mouth around her very lively clitoris and began softly tonguing and suckling the young lady to another consuming climax. Roni's face was glistening from being coated with Joanne's creamy sweet dew as she looked up smiling a lascivious smile and faking a southern drawl crooned, "My, my child you came all over my face." Then they both laughed loudly.

After coming down from her sexual high, Joanne in an embarrassed voice apologized, "I'm supposed to be taking care of you and here you are bringing me to climax twice. I don't think that's exactly what Kim meant when she told me to take care of you!"

Roni just giggled laid her head on Joanne's firm belly and replied, "Believe me, I was more than happy to do it. It makes me feel young again suckling you to orgasm I love the taste of your sweet cream. I hope you don't mind I drank as much as I could!"

"Well, now it's my turn." Joanne replied softly while helping Roni out of the pool and into a chaise lounge next to it, "I think it's time we kissed your vagina, I think that you'll find my style sensual."

A shiver of desire and anticipation swept through her body, Roni asked, "I hope I'm not too hairy for you?"

"Of course not." Joanne replied a matter-of-factly, "Now let me massage your lips. My God you do have the hairiest bush I have ever seen...!" She playfully teased as she stroked the thick patch of raven black hair.

Roni lay back with her eyes closed luxuriating in the sensations she was feeling in her swollen vagina and suggested, "Joanne pull them straight and see how long they are."

Joanne's soft hands gently brushed the hairs away from Roni's warm vaginal opening she laughed saying, "My God...I have never seen pubic hairs this long. You could wrap them around my head." Joanne went to work first parting the raven black hairs and then parting Roni's meaty vaginal lips with both hands and massaging them with her fingers. Joanne began suckling on Roni's erect clitoris, lavishly licking and suckling Roni's labia and clitoris with her dancing tongue and lips diddling first one nipple then the other with her free hand.

Roni moaned softly, "I-I'm feel my insides melting and turning hot. My God Joanne you are doing a heavenly...job."

"Well thank you ma'am." Joanne said softly as her fingers continued massaging the length of Roni's blossoming labia, "Your clitoris is poking its head out from inside it's beet red hood and your labia have become dewy with your sweet cream and turning bright pink as they fan out!"

"Sweet Jesus in heaven." Roni moaned while arching her back and thrusting her pussy onto Joanne's mouth, "I ... I'm... I'm going to explode!

"Mmmmmm, that's nice." Joanne whispered, "But not yet, dear, hold off a little longer." and she started slowing her fingers and suckling of Roni's incredibly wet vaginal opening.

"It feels so wonderful." and began washing Joanne's face with her creamy black hairs as she squirmed.

"Mmmmmm, Roni you are getting really wet." Joanne replied softly while continuing to suckle again, "I'm gonna make you another promise."

"What's that?" Roni gasped, as she slipped closer and closer to sexual delirium, "Tell me, what are you going to do...!"

"Well..." Joanne said teasingly, "I...no... I have a better idea, you tell me... what to do."

"I-I don't know." Veronica moaned loudly, "I just don't want you to stop."

"Yuumm." Joanne hummed, "I know that if I had some one playing with my pussy and asked me what I wanted them to do next, I sure know what I'd say."




Bather and Relaxed



Now panting and bicycling her legs opening her vagina wider Roni pleaded, "Suckle I want you to suckle my clitoris and put your two fingers in my vagina till I cum, that's what I want."

Joanne replied softly, "You mean like this?" while leaning over and giving Roni's vagina a big wet kiss, and eagerly suckling while slowly pistonning her fingers inside Roni's vagina.

"Oh...! My God...! Yes..." Roni hissed as her legs spread wide and her toes splayed. Roni let out several loud raspy exhales as she spilled her sweet creamy white juices over Joanne's hand and face. As a soft smile beamed from her face she purred, "Oh Joanne you are wonderful." After savoring the luscious feelings of sexual release the two of them shared a long soft kiss and then stood and lazily walked into the sauna arm in arm.

The sauna's air was thick, steamy, and quickly became heavy with the two women's scent as they warmed and began to sweat. The hot air was sapping the remnants of the their energy as they lounged on the cedar planks, sweat running off their bodies, their breathing rhythmic and slow; as the two of them lay there nursing their bottles of water as they lingered quietly half asleep.

"Roni have you ever wished after being a hot sauna..." Joanne paused as she took a long drink, "that you could be poured onto a massage table for a thorough working over by a professional masseuse?"

"Every time." Roni replied wishfully after a moment added, "I'm scheduled for one soon..." She thoughtfully sipped at her water then groaned, "The only problem is I will have to walk there."

"Oh I think I can arrange other means of transport. How do you want to go on a gurney, or wheelchair?" Joanne tempted with a slight tone of sarcasm in her voice.

"After the bath and the action in the hot tub and now the sauna I think a sponge. Just sop me up and wring me out onto the table."

They both giggled wistfully as the one fifteen heat quieted them again. Joanne ladled more water onto the hot rocks and the steam jetted off the rocks and the drops danced loudly over the flat ones. A few minutes later Veronica splashed more water over the rocks, and they both started breathing heavily as the sauna filled with steam and quickly rose to one thirty.

"You gave me a good work out in the tub yourself I feel like silly putty left in the hot sun." Joanne cajoled as she lulled then sat up, "Shit I have to pee." Joanne stood wavering on her feet then started for the door.

"Take one for me would you." Roni said with a light chuckle.

"Well Ron hun if you want I would be glad to bring a woman's potty pan and I will help you use it." Joanne offered and with a sultry tone in her voice added, "I'd love to watch you pee-pee."

"You wouldn't think I was carrying this a little far?" Veronica quizzed as she giggled at Joanne's afterthought.

"Not even a little bit. I would like to help you go pee. I will arrange that sponge for you too." Joanne said laughingly as she walked out the door. A few minutes passed and she returned with two fresh bottles of icy cold water some fresh white towels, and a plastic urinal for women.

As Veronica started to sit up Joanne stopped her, "No... no. No just lay there and let me do all the work, here give me your leg." Joanne instructed as she lifted her leg by the knee she knelt and draped it over her shoulder parting Roni's legs just enough to ease the plastic orifice between her legs and with her free hand parted her labia and positioned Roni's urethra in the middle of the opening.

"I don't think I can go like this. I haven't gone potty lying down since I was in diapers." Roni said as her face turned beet red from embarrassment.

"Ssshhh sure you can just relax ssshhh." Joanne coaxed her.

Then a tentative trickle started and turned to a on and off flow and as Joanne sighed Veronica opened up and started peeing a nice full stream, as the stream turned back to a trickle and then to a dribble Joanne replaced the urinal with a white hand towel for the last few drips. "There that wasn't so hard now was it?" She sang as she sat back against the wall of the sauna taking a few swallows of her water.

"Would you throw a little more water on the rocks?" Roni asked softly.

"Gladly. We have twenty minutes before your masseuse will be ready for you. I've arranged to have a gurney take you to her. I would be willing to bet that after your massage, a short nap, and a bite to eat you will be looking for a little more sexual stimulation. My little teasings couldn't come close to quenching your appetite. If I may; we have women on staff that are, should we say skilled in the use of dildos or strap-ons."

"I've played with them but really when it comes to vaginal stimulation other than fingers or tongues it is a big cock... a big hard cock with lots of sperm in it is what I crave, only problem is the ass-hole that it is attached to!"

"Christ I hear that!" Joanne agreed with a hardy laugh, and Roni joined in and the two roared with laughter and after a minute or two sat snickering to them selves.

As their twittering quieted Joanne continued, "Well we have some men on staff that are... 'very...!' obedient."

"Oh?" Roni moaned interestedly and with disappointment in her voice retorted snappishly, "Oh I wouldn't want them to know who I am!" 

"Oh that isn't a problem either; you can wear a flowing gown that will hide your face and your body, or we can have them blindfolded." Joanne tempted as she slid her hand up and down Roni's sweated thigh.

"Blindfolded huh?" Roni start to smile an impish smile displaying some interest as she began fingering her clitoris.

"Yeahahss...! I thought so...!" Joanne hissed as she saw Roni begin to beam and then tempted her further, "We have some really good blindfolds; they are skin colored latex that is glued to their top eyelids and stop them from opening their eyes at all. They can't see a thing."

"Well I'm already hot, but rubbers are just like using a dildo." Roni whined as she wrinkled her nose and added, "I sometimes think I'm the only woman left that wants to feel sperm squishing inside her womb after sex."

"Well I love that gooey gooshy feeling too!" Joanne excitedly admitted and then explained, "The boys sign on for a year at a time once they have their physicals and found to be disease free they don't leave without an escort." Then as she squeezed Roni's thigh temptingly added, "And they are 'Not...!' allowed to jack-off either."

"I am sold I want one and I want you and another woman to kiss me and get me ready I mean really ready, and kiss me while I am being ridden." Roni feverishly described her wishes.

"I am honored that you still want me." Joanne said warmly then teased, "I know just the woman to bring with me.

"You are suppose to see to my needs. Right?" Roni coyly questioned and then added, "And you do, do me so well."

"Should I wear a collar and leash?" Joanne asked coyly and added, "I suppose when you say 'big cock' you mean a 'Big' right?"

"Yes I do! That is the only way to scratch this nasty itch I have, is using a big cock and No you don't need a leash but he does and make sure his blindfolds are on right. I want you all to wear loose fitting sweats."

A soft knock came at the door and a voice announced softly, "I'm here for a Veronica Thorp?"

Joanne opened the door, "We'll be right out." Let the door close again and leaned over and gave Veronica a lingering kiss then whispered, "I'll see you after your rub down." And held the door open while the 'maid uniformed' helper got Roni situated and wrapped in warm blankets then strapped in for her ride down the hall.

The Echoes of other women being pleasured coursed through the hall from the half opened doors; their gigglings and sighings, grew loud then faded as they passed each door. Through her half opened eyes she watched as the muted lights passed over head, listening to the sounds wafting in the air. There were some who were clearly in the throws of ecstasy with their cries echoing, while others sounded as though they were in its wake. Veronica knew this ride well; behind these doors were other professional women some of them her foes in the courtroom, all having the stresses of their competitive and combative life styles relieved.

The gurney glided smoothly to a stop in front of door fourteen, and a soft tapping sounded and the door opened. Roni felt a rush of hot air pass her face and her nose filled with the heavy scent of body oils, a myriad of scented oils all blended into one. As she struggled with the sauna induced stupor to open her eyes she saw a familiar smiling face come into view, her dark skinned body was totally sweated from the heat in the room and filled the doorway dressed only in skin tight panties that hid nothing. 

"Come on child be quick before the room turns to ice." She urged in her thick Jamaican accent as she motioned for the helper to enter. Then turned her attention to Veronica, "And you my Veronica are you ready for meeea." 

Roni wriggled her head and coughed to clear her throat but before she could speak Kamala sang out with her Jamaican accent, "Oh and I say that looks like a yes... to me and to you child what do you say?" As she nodded toward the maid, eliciting only a nod and a smile.

"She is new here my baby so she is still shy yet." Kamala warmly assured.

Kamala was all of six three maybe six four, weighing over one fifty easily. She was barrel chested from her work as masseuse, and clearly ripped from working out in a gym. Though she had some fat on her the weight was from her muscles. Very wide at the hips with full buttocks to accent Kamala's powerful legs and flat belly. Her deep navel had a treasure trail of long black curly hairs that slipped behind the cloth of her panties then slipped back out as two trails ran down the inside of her thighs, one could see the sheer material of her panties was straining to keep her pubic hairs contained. Her hands were wide and long as were the muscles on her arms. Kamala face was bordered by her smooth raven hair pulled back into a tail that reached half way down her back. Thick long eyebrows highlighted her dark hazel eyes, and her clean white teethe were hidden by her full naturally red lips. Her nose was thick and long but not prominent, balanced by her soft pouty lips and round cheeks.

"Now today where do we start you have to sayay Roni." Kamala asked cajolingly in a deep warm voice.

"Oh I want you to work on my neck and shoulders doubly hard." Veronica moaned from her heat induced stupor.

"Huh! Child when are you to learn that letting your fruit hang from your tree will not hurt you like dis cage that you wear to hold them up. Oh any lover worth their time knows where to bite your pears." Then Kamala paused with her scolding as she gathered to one side the blankets, "Come girl give me some help here don't be standing there like that a bump on the log." She barked at the helper, and the two of them got Roni ready to roll onto the already oiled table.

"Okay now on two you pull this towel and one and two!" Kamala directed.

A loud gasp sounded as Roni landed in the hot oil, "What's a mater hun the oil too hot?" Kamala teased and asked with a twitter, "You want I should cool this room down.

"Oh no it is lovely." Roni wistfully replied her oil slickened breast squished out to her sides as she was sloshed into position then as the hot oil took hold Roni dreamily cooed, "As often as I have come here to you for a massage it is always just as mesmerizing and new as the first time."

"Ah that's good ah yes that's how it is suppose to feeel. Now let me slide you up some." Kamala assured as she shuffled her client about and asked, "You been drinking some water yea?" 

"Oh yes lots of water." Roni assured then teasingly sarcastically sang, "and yes cleeean... water."

"That is good; massage is no good with out lots of..." Kamala paused as she moved in closer and sarcastically added, "Cleeean water." Then softly asked, "Are you a tangerine or a papaya today love? Or maybe you want be an almond?"

"I'm a papaya today I love your papaya oil Kamala." Roni replied dreamily.

"Um that be a good choice I make it fresh this week." She sang as she melodiously talked, then set to her task as she spilled a puddle onto Roni's back and started working some into her neck.

"Oh! It is my shoulder..." Roni moaned but was cut short.

"Ssshhh... Ssshhh your on my table and in my hands now. I tell you what you have or not have now ssshhh baby soon you won't know what is up, so you think about a hot beach, or a steamy lover and let me work my magic. You warm enough?" Kamala warmly ordered. 

"Oh yes plenty warm." Roni cooed.

"Okay you there 'Kim on the tag' see that little box there to your right push that little button with the up arrow till the screen reads one hundred ten degrees that a girl." Kamala coaxed. Then started running her fingers along Roni's neck turning her head to the right then to the left and then fanning out along her shoulders. At first just enough pressure to press the skin then adding pressure with each pass. First digging in with her fingers then the heel of her hand, and soon not just in the neck but digging with enough pressure to push the breath from Roni's lungs as Kamala ran the heel of her hand from Roni's neck to her shoulders. Methodically manipulating every muscle from Roni's upper body to the balls of her feet. Kamala's big powerful hands wrung the tension from every muscle in Roni's body from her head to her toes and it was time to turn her over. 

"Come heere Kim and you push on her hips as I push on her shoulder from this side." Kamala instructed. As they rolled Roni over her legs parted on the wide table, and Kim the aide gasped then looked away panting with a bright beet red face.

"What is it girl?" Kamala asked as she walked around the table, and looked. There was Roni's swollen clitoral hood and bright red labia fanned wide and a pulsing erect clitoris, all shimmering from her juices and Kamala's papaya oil, "Huh I see... Haven't you seen another woman's vagina? A good massage gets a real woman hot...! Oh Kim I don't need you here anymore so go and come back when I have finished." Kamala admonished slightly.

"You shouldn't be so harsh she seems so young!" Roni quietly chided.

"Oh you know what I tink? I tink I would like to ask that girl to my house for some cherry cream pudding and not tell her that she is the cream for the pudding. What you think Roni?" Kamala asked as she started working on the front part of Roni's body.

"I think I would like to watch you work her over with your magic fingers." Roni purred and assured "I think you could make a devoted slave out of her."

"Ssshhh...! Only cause she ees so young. Imagine her working heere for a yeear and not see an aroused vagina till now." Kamala mused warmly as she pressed stretched and wrung Roni's muscles with the heels of her hands, her arms and shoulders.

"You think she is a virgin." Roni asked dreamily.

"You know I doo. I tink under her mild manner lays a ripe juicy fruit starving to be eaten" Kamala agreed as her hand slid to Roni's abdomen she moaned loudly, "What is it girl?"

"I feel sore inside." Roni moaned and then quickly a sultry smile stretched wide as she added, "I bet she would burst all over your face if you were to bite her on her clitoris."

"Yes... Oh God yes woman you are so nasty that little girl would burst like a ripe peach that has been left in the hot sun. You know I think you are ovulating. You have that musky scent, and you're very responsive to my touching. So you are how young and still getting them periods honey."

"Forty-five and the time of the month is right. It is nice to run like a perfect clock." Roni sighed as Kamala's magic hands quieted her. Her fingers prodded and stretched the front muscles of her thighs, and then using the heel of her hand and fore arm to knead the final few tension spots out. 

As Kamala worked on Roni's abs she asked, "What are you thinking about? I see that sultry grin beaming brighter."

"Kim and her cherry cream pudding," Roni purred and snickered warmly.

"I thought that is what you might be thinking of. You know she beeen asking about get teeing a raise. You let Kamala and Joanne talk to the new girl maybee the three of us come a calling to night," Kamala cajoled as she kneaded the posterior muscles of Roni's shins. 

"Tonight... tomorrow... just let me know I am game for what ever the two of you can cook up. Joanne is coming over tonight with a friend and a male in tow for a wet moresome, that friend could just as easily be you and Kimmy." Veronica sang with a soft sultry tone as she was still in a stupor from both the sauna and Kamala's magic touch.

"Oh yea I tinks that be a lot of fun." She slid her hands up along Roni's sides and onto her breasts and as she squeezed both nipples said, "I will talk to Kim tonight and warm her up to it with some of my special tea." Kamala gazed at Roni as she neared Roni's face then whispered as she gently ran her fingers across Roni's brows, "Now you just be quiet for a few minutes while I go get Kim to take you to the bath and have Joanne rinse some of the excess oil from your skin and towel you off good."

As Veronica drifted back to her half sleep half dream yet still awake she could feel Kamala's hands still dancing across her whole body expelling any and all tension she was feeling before her arrival. Roni gleefully mused on her and Kamala's conversation; and then found her self eagerly thinking about Kim, her cherry cream pie, four women, and one male play toy all coming together to make a magical moresome. The next thing Veronica knew she was sitting upright in the drying room wrapped in a wonderful thick terrycloth bathrobe staring at an open locker door, and Joanne brushing her hair.

"Oh your back." Joanne teased.

"That Kamala has magic in her hands." Roni purred dreamily.

"Veronica you only have two hours before the dinner and then the lectures start right after desert." Joanne coaxed.

"Yes... I guess I better start dressing it is so hard to move. Kamala and I were talking actually we were making plans and talking..."

"Oh Roni you sound like you are still in dream land." Joanne teased as she interrupted and added, "Well just so you know Kamala little Kimmy and I will be joining you for dinner tonight Kamala told me to tell you that her and Kim had a heart to heart."

"I won't be able to fit into my dinner dress if I don't where my support bra." Veronica lamented then as if waking directed, "Talk to Kamala and see if the three of you can join me for dinner and desert."

"The three of us are." Joanne exclaimed as she laughed and then remarked, "You are still asleep honey. Do you want me to dress you?"

"No... well I no I can dress it will help me come back to earth. I guess I am still in Kamala's magical spell like her hands are still working me over. I want you Kim and Kamala to wear white dresses and blouses as well when you join me this evening." Veronica calmly directed, and then quietly acknowledged, "A heart to heart talk oh swee...eet."

"What have you two been conjuring up?" Joanne asked with an impish smile washing across her face.

Roni looked at Joanne with her own lascivious look and as a crooked smile grew on her lips she said, "Both Kamala and I think Kim is virgin."

"Well she has been living with a man for the last few months and I am sure they have sex all the time as young as she is you know how it was when you were twenty." Joanne informed.

"Only too well." Veronica said adding, "from the time I started getting my period I just had to look at a boy and my juices would run down my legs." Roni paused until she knew Joanne was listening and then continued, "We don't mean that Joanne hasn't been with a man, we think she has never slept with a woman."




Bather and Relaxed



"Ooohh...! My god! I never thought about it but I think you might be right!" Joanne exclaimed as her face flushed red followed by a warm smile and in a voicey whisper asked, "Your looking to have some cheery cream pie aren't you!?"

"Yes...!" Roni replied with a gusty breath a surprised look on her face and then calmly added. "That is exactly what Kamala said." And then groaned as she looked up and saw her bra dangling in Joanne's hand.

"Let me help you into this 'thing...' and you can finish dressing yourself while I go get ready and see what Kim and Kamala." Joanne suggested. After fitting it back onto Veronica she stood back and looked and then cajoled, "You must knock'em dead in the courtroom.

As Veronica looked into the mirror and smiled confirming, "Yes I do. I use every tool I can come up with and yes my body is still a good tool." 

End of Ch. 1

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