0 comments/ 80315 views/ 23 favorites Unexpected Guests By: TheSparkZone My daughter Tami is a freshman at a local community college so she still lives with me at home. I'm a single mother and I don't have a lot of money, but I am proud of the fact that I'm able to at least give Tami some form of higher education. However, while living at home, I still expect her to live by my rules and not run wild like most college kids. A few weeks ago, my daughter brought home a couple of cute college boys. Later that same afternoon, Tami prepared to take a bath because she thought the boys had already left. Unbeknownst to Tami, the boys only pretended to leave. They actually sneaked back into our trailer home and hid inside my daughter's closet. The real twist was that the spies were being spied on! Nobody knew that I was already home before they arrived. They also didn't know that I was secretly watching everything that was taking place inside my trailer. My daughter had no idea I was home and the boys had no idea that I knew about their hiding place. I finally made my presence known by going to the front door and acting as if I'd just gotten home from work. I probably should have been angry about the spies in my daughter's closet, but I hadn't enjoyed romantic fulfillment in quite some time so I was feeling a little mischievous. I decided to pretend like I didn't know the boys were in the closet. My plan was to innocently strip completely naked in front of the boys and do a little teasing in the process. Unfortunately, my daughter came into the bedroom and took off all her clothes before I was able to put my plan into action. Tami was standing there totally nude and she was unaware that the boys were watching her. Telling Tami about the voyeurs in her closet would have spoiled my fun so I just went ahead and allowed my eighteen-year-old daughter to prance around naked in front of her classmates. When my daughter finally went into the bathroom to take a bath, the fun really began. First I slowly stripped off all my clothes. Then I posed in front of a mirror and acted as though I was admiring my naked body while the college boys watched. That was all I originally intended to do, but I got carried away and ended up masturbating with a vibrator right in front of the nineteen-year-old spies. After giving myself an earth-shaking orgasm, I caught the guys slapping their salamis. I even watched as they fired off their stiff cannons. When I caught the boys stroking themselves, I pretended to be shocked and angry. However, the fun didn't stop there. Before the guys left, I took one of them into my bedroom and showed him how to really satisfy a woman. Discovering that I could still excite a college-aged boy was a real thrill for me and I looked forward to my next opportunity. A few weeks passed and then another opportunity presented itself to me. Tami invited a couple of friends over to eat dinner and watch TV. I assumed that she invited the same boys that participated in our naked romp earlier so I hurried home from work to prepare for the evening. First I thought I'd take a soothing hot bath and then I'd begin preparing dinner. Even though I live in a trailer home, I have a large tub with whirlpool jets in it so I looked forward to taking a nice long bath. My bathroom curtains were wide open and I saw a man who appeared to be in his forties walking down the street. He stopped at my neighbor's trailer and I concluded that he worked for the electric company. The man was wearing a work shirt and a hardhat, and he was performing the annual inspection of our electric meters. I was going to close the curtains, but the man looked so handsome and rugged that I decided to leave the curtains open and have some fun. I thought it would be exciting to doing a little harmless flashing for the man as he walked down the street. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten that my electric meter was right below the bathroom window! As the man approached my trailer, I slowly unzipped my tennis dress down the back and let it fall from my shoulders. My skimpy push-up bra was now in full view and my pretty pink nipples were visible beneath the white lacy fabric. I felt so naughty and sexy as I pushed the dress down in front of me, which generated a rush of excitement throughout my body. I faced the window and said to myself, "Do you like 'em Mr. Electric Man? Do you like looking at my firm titties pushed up nicely in my sexy bra?" As the tight fitting tennis dress fell to my waist, I heard grass rustling outside my bathroom window. I sensed that the man was nearby. This made me nervous because I only expected to give the man a little glimpse of me as he walked down the street. I didn't expect him to walk right between the trailers. However, I just assumed that he would pass right through so I decided to push it a little further. I tugged on my dress a little harder and wiggled my hips back and forth until my dress came free. It slipped past my thighs and fell all the way down my smooth shapely legs. My dress was now pooled at my feet, leaving me clad in just my skimpy bra and panties. After stepping out of my dress, I checked the mirror to see what the man was getting a glimpse of. I said to myself, "Mmm, look at my shapely body Mr. Electric Man. Look at my fine curves. Do you like my nipples Mr. Electric Man? Do you like looking at my curly brown pussy hair through my sheer panties? I'll bet you do Mr. Electric Man!" Suddenly my boldness changed to fear as the man stopped right outside my bathroom window. It's true that I wanted to flash the man, but I only wanted to flash him from a distance. I didn't expect him to have a front row seat! I hadn't made eye-contact with the man, but his shadow confirmed that he was just outside the bathroom window. I always knew the man was watching me, but I was now horrified because it looked like he was going to stay. It looked like he was going to stand outside my window and watch me take a bath! I tried to determine what possessed the man to boldly walk right up to my bathroom window. I didn't want to let on that I knew he was out there, but I was terribly embarrassed because the man was staring at me from only a few feet away and I was in my underwear! I looked in the mirror and said to myself, "Oh no! Just look at me. He can see my nipples right through this white lacy bra and my little undies are super sheer, too. The material of these panties are so thin that my butt crack and pussy hair showing right through. He can see almost everything I've got!" Of course I probably should have run out of the bathroom, but that would have revealed my scheme to the man. It would have confirmed that I intentionally meant to remove my clothes in front of him. Then it would have appeared as if I'd lost the nerve to go any further after he came up to the window. That would have left both of us feeling awkward and uncomfortable. I didn't want him to think that I was some kind of flaky flasher. I also didn't want him to feel like a perverted voyeur because after all, I was the fuel for temptation in the first place. I quickly came to the conclusion that the only way I'd be able to prove to the man that I was oblivious to his presence was to continue removing my clothes as if I didn't know he was there. Unfortunately, that meant I'd be stripping completely naked while a strange man watched from only a few feet away. With the man just outside the window, I nervously fumbled with the clasp on my bra, but I was finally able to unfasten it and free my melons from their lacy constraints. That's when I saw the man's reflection in the bathroom mirror. Now I was sure he was peeking through the window. There was no doubt that he was watching me undress and my bare titties were right out in the open where he could plainly see them! I thought to myself, "The man is right outside my window. How could he be so bold?" That's when I remembered that the electric meter was right below my bathroom window. He was just doing his job. It wasn't his fault that I was taking my clothes off in front of the window. He couldn't avoid looking at me. He couldn't help it if he had to stand in front of my bathroom window in order to read the meter. However, it was sure taking him a long time to read that meter! The man's presence made me both nervous and excited at the same time. Again I thought about running out of the bathroom, but the idea of a man watching me take my clothes off was too exhilarating to pass up. The thrill of exhibitionism took over and I quickly worked up the nerve to continue removing my clothes. While taking off my underwear, I just had to act natural. I had to make it appear as if I didn't know the man was there. As the man watched, I hooked my thumbs inside my white panties and pushed them down my legs. I was left standing there naked, except for my white socks. It was now time to begin filling the tub. When I bent over to turn on the faucet, I kept my legs straight and gave the man a clear view of my bare ass. I even took my time checking the water temperature which gave him a nice long look at my smooth round butt. I blushed as I thought to myself, "I can't believe I'm showing my bare ass to a stranger. I sure hope he can't see my pussy lips from behind!" However, I didn't alter my plan. I went ahead and put one foot up on the side of the tub to slip my sock off. When I did, I got a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. I thought to myself, "For a thirty-six-year-old single mother, I don't look bad at all. I have a great body, my breasts are nice and firm, my abs are tight and flat, and I've got a beautiful round ass, too! Maybe Mr. Electric Man feels lucky that he's getting a look at me." Even though I've have a child, my skin is nice and smooth without any marks on it. I've also been pretty lucky to retain my youthful looks. I guess I owe it to my job at the Health and Fitness Club. I spend much of my time there working out, so it allows me to stay in great shape. While admiring myself in the mirror, I couldn't help noticing how much my daughter and I look alike. Tami is five-foot-two with a slender body and perky breasts. She has dark hair, a cute face and a bubbly personality. Tami is both sweet and cute so there are always plenty of boys hanging around. I'm five-foot-four and my breasts are somewhat larger than Tami's are, but otherwise we look more like sisters than mother and daughter. Therefore, the man from the electric company may have thought he was watching a younger woman strip for him. That perked up my spirits and made me feel more proud than ashamed to be naked in front of the man. After removing my socks, I was forced to spread my legs apart in order to step up over the side of the tub and dip a toe into the water. This made me somewhat nervous because the man was about to get a good look at the patch of hair between my legs. I glanced up to see if the man was there, and of course he was still at the window watching as I flaunted my neatly-trimmed brunette bush in front of him. I finally settled into the tub and positioned myself so that one of the jets was shooting right on my love button. It felt so good that I closed my eyes for a while and let that wonderful feeling begin to build up inside me. As my love juices started to flow, I no longer felt nervous. The thought of a strange man watching me take a bath now excited me and I felt like I wanted to do more in front of him. As the man continued to watch, I took the soap and began lathering up my body. I slowly massaged my breasts and then I used my index fingers to make little circles over my round rosy nipples. Touching my nipples made me tingle all over and a quick glance up at the window confirmed that the man was enjoying it, too. Then I gently rolled each nipple between my thumb and forefinger until they were nice and hard. Before washing my hair, I rinsed the soap off my breasts. This insured that the man would be able to examine my ripe melons and pert nipples in all their glory. There wouldn't be any soap suds obstructing the man's view of my titties while I washed my hair. When I raised my arms up to apply shampoo to my hair, my big boobies were thrust out in front of me. I spent a good deal of time lathering up my hair and I made sure that I jiggled my full firm breasts for the man while I vigorously massaged my scalp. Next I stood up, and with my bare ass pointed right at the man, I lathered my beautiful butt. First I worked my soapy hands all over my smooth tan butt cheeks, and then I moved to the inner portions of my nice firm ass. I even slid my finger up and down my sensitive butt crack and delicately probed my butt hole right in front of the man. Then I bent over to wash my legs and feet, giving the man a fantastic view of my smooth backside. With my legs spread wide apart, he probably could see my pussy lips from behind, too! While still standing, I turned around and lathered up my hands again. Then I slowly slid my soft hands up between my inner thighs until I finally reached my pleasure patch. While continuing to face the man, I moved my hands all the way up to my neatly-trimmed brunette bush and then I shampooed my girl fur. Once I was finished with my pussy hair, I dipped a finger down between my legs and made sure that my pink place was nice and clean. My slippery finger split my pink pussy lips and I leaned back to give the man a clear view of my sweet snatch. The man had to be enjoying the show I was putting on now! After teasing my pussy to the brink of an orgasm, I settled back in front of the whirlpool jet and let the rushing water work its magic between my legs. The feeling was building stronger and stronger as I massaged my breasts. Having the warm water shoot straight at my little clitty felt fantastic as the emotional tension continued to build. Then the pressure inside me became so strong that I couldn't hold back any longer and my body erupted in a powerful orgasm. I was moaning so loud that the man from the electric company probably heard me, even over the sound of the whirlpool jets. I laid motionless in the whirlpool for a while, but after getting a grip on my senses, I rinsed off and got out of the tub. I dried myself off, but instead of wrapping the towel around me, I hung the towel up and stayed in the nude. The man got a good look at my bare boobies as I dried my hair. With my hands holding the hair brush and hair drier up above my head, my breasts wobbled in front of me. I even exaggerated my movements to make sure I put on a good show for the man. I also remained naked as I put on my make-up. When I was finally finished pampering myself, I concluded that the man had seen enough and I went into the kitchen to start making dinner. Still in the nude, I entered the kitchen and put a few pans on the stove. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I was bare-assed naked and the living room window was between me and my clothes! The only way I could gain access to my clothes was to pass directly in front of the living room window. Whoever was at the door would be able to see me without a stitch of clothing on! All I could do was grab the only thing available in the kitchen. It was a red and white plaid apron that really didn't provide much coverage. However, it was better than nothing. The bib part of the apron was obviously not meant to be worn alone. My large breasts threatened to spill out the sides and my nipples were about to pop out on top. The short hem of the apron stopped right at the bottom of my soft pussy hair. If I pulled down on the apron to completely hide my bush, my titties would pop out on top. If I pulled the apron up to cover my breasts, my soft brown pussy hair would peek out from below. My only option was to position the apron so that my nipples and pussy were teetering on the brink of exposure. Of course my butt was still showing, although the ties of the apron hung down over the crack of my ass. I covered myself the best I could and then I opened the door. It was the guy from the electric company. When he saw what I was wearing, his eyes about jumped out of his head. It appeared that the man found it more exciting to see me barely covered by the pretty apron than to see me completely naked. As the man surveyed my barely covered body, I asked, "What can I do for you?" He grinned, cleared his throat and said, "I just want to give you your inspection certificate." I took the card and asked, "Are you finished with your inspection or is there something else you want to look at?" He grinned at me, but he didn't know how to answer the question. Then I asked the man, "Usually you just attach this card to the meter. Why did you take the time to give it to me in person?" The man said, "Since you were home, I decided to give you personal service." I gave him a curious expression and then I asked, "Since I was home? How did you know I was home? I was taking a bath." Then I acted a little frantic and said, "Wait a minute...you'd have only known I was home if you looked in my bathroom window. Were you watching me take a bath? Did you see me naked!" His face turned red as he stammered, "No...no, of course not. I was just trying to be nice." Then I calmed down and said, "Okay. I'm sorry for misjudging you. I guess you're telling the truth" even though we both knew he was lying. The man asked if he could come in and I must admit that I was tempted, but I told him that I was expecting company. At that very moment, a college-aged boy walked up and claimed that he was invited for dinner. The man from the electric company gave me an impish smirk as I allowed the nineteen-year-old boy to enter my trailer home. I blushed as I tried to explain to the man, "This isn't what it looks like." The man just laughed and said, "Whatever," and then he walked away. I closed the front door and turned to face the boy. I was somewhat embarrassed because I was still clad in only that little apron and I was now standing in front of a boy that I'd never met before. He said that his name was Brock and then he asked if Tami was home. I told him that she would be home any minute and then I said that I had to get back into the kitchen. I expected the boy to wait in the living room, but he followed me into the kitchen. He even took a seat at the kitchen table. The boy apparently intended to watch me cook and all I was wearing was a tiny apron! I had bread baking, spaghetti sauce cooking and water boiling, so I couldn't just walk away and let the food burn. I had to continue cooking and let the boy gawk at my bare ass. I hoped the ties of the apron were covering my butt crack, but I could feel them sliding around on my bare butt cheeks as I moved around the kitchen. It was obvious that the apron ties were not offering any coverage at all, which I'm sure delighted the college-aged boy. It was an awkward situation and neither one of us knew what to say so I just continued cooking in silence. The boy was only a few feet behind me as I bent over to check on the bread. I felt the apron strings shift and I could tell that my butt crack was totally exposed. In my bent over position, I was also worried that the boy was getting an eyeful of my pussy lips from behind. Unfortunately, there was nothing I could do about it so I simply let him look. Then I was forced to reach up into the cabinet to get the spaghetti noodles. When I did, the hem of the short apron climbed up in front me, putting a large portion of my soft brown pussy hair on display. Seeing that I was in a vulnerable position, the boy quickly moved forward and asked me if I needed any help. Brock certainly knew I was capable of retrieving a box of noodles by myself. The only reason the boy stepped up to help was to afford himself a better view of my pussy hair. It was very embarrassing to have my brown bush right out where the boy could see it, but I was unable to hide it from him and cook at the same time. Therefore I was forced to give the boy a clear view of my furry beaver. After getting the noodles, the apron fell back into place so the boy returned to his chair as I continued making the spaghetti. Unexpected Guests If he did say so himself, John Palmer was devilishly clever to be going to the big Halloween party as, you guessed it, John Palmer, Esq. of Rose Hall fame. He decked himself out as the mythically wealthy plantation owner of the nineteenth century and walked from his hotel room at the Ritz-Carlton across the street, passed a large bonfire, to the old Georgian Great House where the party was being held. He climbed up the front steps and was pleased to see the throng of people at the event. True, he stood out amid the myriad of Red Riding Hoods, wolves, ghosts and eye-catching sexy witches. There was also a mummy, a Frankenstein, a scarecrow and several zombies and vampires, there were some Freddies, a few Jasons, three men with axes in their heads and simulated blood-splatter on their torn clothes, and two Michael Jackson Thriller wannabes. Other people seemed not to quite get into the spirit of the thing and came as Vikings, pirates, bar or milk maids, or dressed in togas, and there were one or two who John dismissed as being completely stuffy unfortunates who had come in standard party fare. The event was an elaborate affair with the usual Halloween decorations of heavy black and orange drapery, carved jack-o’lantern pumpkins, spider webs, skeletons, devils, boiling and smoking cauldrons and decorations featuring several kinds of undead beings. The night was to culminate with a traditional fireworks display that John had heard was as spectatular as the one in Kingston on New Years Eve. John had hoped to find his Annie Palmer, his Halloween Cinderella at the ball; and he did not have to wait long, for then,to his delight, there she was. She was a dainty, pretty little thing, not even five feet tall, with fair skin and dressed in a beautiful ball gown of the period. John saw her standing on the upstairs balcony where legend told him the Annie Palmer of old staked a claim as her favourite spot in the house and from there, directed her reign of terror on her three husbands and their slaves. John had joined a group of people on one of the tours of the haunted Great House that was to feature along with the activities of bobbing for apples, eating hanging syrup-covered scones, playing scary hide-and-seek, and the horror film festival being shown in the basement of the Great House; all entertainment being provided during the evening. In fact, he thought that she must have been an actress hired to pose there for effect; so perfect she was in the role as the White Witch of Rose Hall. John wasn’t the only person who saw and was impressed by her. He heard several of the men who were part of his tour murmur their appreciation at the sight of the young woman. Indeed, Sir Avery Smythe-Lyon, a supposed industrialist from the Midlands in the UK, went over to introduce himself. John had seen the fat, old letch in action with the ladies who waited on them at the hotel. Clearly, Sir Avery had not read the hotel’s slogan of the staff being ladies and gentlemen serving ladies and gentlemen. John grinned to himself when he saw Sir Avery re-join the tour, a miffed expression on his face. Apparently the lady in question on the balcony had protested more than did the chambermaids at the Ritz. She had clearly put Sir Avery in his place and warned him off. “Good for you Lassie!” John saluted her, silently. Despite the evidence that the woman did not wish to be distracted from her vigil John felt that he might have better luck with Annie than Sir Avery who looked more like a clown than the early-twentieth century English gentleman that he appeared to be at the party. “Hello there,” he said when he doubled back to the room with the balcony, and the view of Annie, after the tour moved on. “I hope that that old fart hasn’t been bothering you too much.” “Good evening, Sir,” the woman replied in a strange accent. “No, I am able to take care for myself. I’ve been doing it for many, many years.” John, an Irishman himself, thought that he detected a hint of Irish there along with some English, but there was a strong West Indian accent overlaying her speech. “Wow! The hotel has really gone the whole hog here,” John thought to himself. “Imagine, they’re even trying to simulate her being a creole!” “I have to say that your costume is magnificent!” John said to her. “And you even have a whip! How kinky!” he added, laughing. He was very happy for the dim moonlight on the balcony since he did not want the young woman to see his burgeoning erection at the implications of that whip. It was a secret that he had guarded closely for years. That he hired a dominatrix to come to his flat in London once per fortnight to flog his buttocks and back, and treat him like a naughty little boy, was something that he did not want his colleagues at the bank where he worked to discover. London had its fair share of scandal, but he did not wish to make the news in that way since, although progressing nicely, he had not yet reached the heady heights of power in The City and so would not be able to ride out a storm of controversy. “Thank you very much, kind sir. May I ask your name?” The woman sounded faintly amused and John had an uneasy feeling that she had recognised his kink. “W-when I came as John Palmer I did not expect to find an Annie Palmer, though I hoped to do so,” he stammered. “John Palmer, you say?” the woman exclaimed. “Yes, I’m John Palmer from Middlesex and London at your service, Ma’am,” he said a little more confidently. He reached for her hand to genuflect as he imagined the men of the period would have done. He could not be sure if she had moved away from him on purpose, but he found himself bowed over his own shoes and feeling rather foolish. “You look nothing like John Palmer,” she declared. “And he is dead! I have been blamed for that! I am innocent though! The tales of debauchery and cruelty at Rose Hall have been greatly exaggerated, until now.” John was mortified. He wasn’t sure how to answer that. He wanted to argue that he had been meticulous in researching the period ever since he had discovered the similarity between his name and the legend of the White Witch of Rose Hall in Jamaica. His trip here was the culmination of three years of careful planning and scheming to win the cash prize of having the most ingenious costume at the annual ball. He realised though that she may well have been correct. He was just relying on his name, his elaborate costume and the fact that he could find no etchings or portraits of the members of the Palmer family except for Annie. This woman looked remarkably like her, but perhaps being a local she knew more than he about the other members of the family. He blushed and was about to make as dignified an exit as he could, when the woman smiled at him for the first time. John was enchanted! It was a bewitching grin. He forgave her for the earlier slight, instantly. He felt, somehow that it was correct that she should chastise him since she obviously took the legend seriously herself. “You are much more handsome than he was,” she said gently. John was in no mood to argue. He was happy to still find himself in her good graces. He took another step toward her to try to hold her hand again when they were interrupted. “Ahh, so I see I was rebuffed because you had your eye on another of the guests. Well, let me tell you young lady, I know that the hotel does not condone fraternizing between guests and staff. I am an old friend of the family, and the patron of tonight’s proceedings, so I did not consider myself to be a guest in the usual sense of the word. This young man has no such claim here!” It was an apparently drunken Sir Avery Smythe-Lyon and two of his friends; obviously intoxicated with the strong Jamaican rum and Annie’s beauty. John tried to protect her honour, but he was knocked out cold by Sir Avery as his two accomplices held him firm. The last thing that he heard as he slipped into comforting darkness was a harsh hiss of the young woman warning Sir Avery and his friends to let her alone or they would regret it. *** John awakened to find himself naked in the forested area some way behind the Great House. He was both startled and groggy, but not so befuddled as to miss the unmistakable sounds of a man being whipped, and groaning pitifully. John felt himself become painfully tumescent at the sound. It was the most erotic thing that he had ever heard. His nakedness no longer alarmed him unduly since he decided that he would just go back to his hotel after most people had gone to bed if he could not find his clothers before. His state of undress rather allowed him to feel a liberation that he had never felt before; being nude under the stars in this mythically decadent tropical paradise. He opened his eyes a little after a few minutes but had to squint to be sure of what he saw. Sir Avery was tied, stomach forward to a tree. He was having his buttocks whipped while another larger, shirtless man called encouragement to Annie. A third man was kissing Annie’s feet, and John watched him move steadily upward along her shapely thigh before burying his face in her ass and chewing her there, with relish. How she could concentrate on tormenting Sir Avery, John could not tell, but he knew that she would haunt his deams for many nights to come. He decided that he would have to explore the possibility of recreating this scenario with Mistress Nnenna and one of her other illustrious clients when he got home. “Do you understand now, Sir Avery?” John heard Annie say in her low, sexy voice. “I have always been the one to make the first move and that will never change. I have never liked brutes and the man John Palmer is a million times more to my liking than you are.” Sir Avery did not answer, but groaned in pain. Annie hit him again; hard. “Come, come, Sir Avery! I don’t hear you admitting that you’re inferior!” “Yes, Mistress!” John heard the older man croak. “Yes, Mistress what?” she said hitting him again with the whip. “Yes, Mistress Annie! I am inferior to your friend, John Palmer. I’m a pathetic loser!” “Good boy!” she exclaimed, and rained blows on the man’s rump, in what John would have considered to be a reward for debasing himself for her. He was not so sure about Sir Avery though, since the man was now begging the woman to stop what she was doing. “Do you like this, Sir Avery?” Annie’s voice caressed John’s ear as she rubbed the whip seductively on Sir Avery’s broad naked flanks after a prolonged flogging. John struggled to his feet, not quite sure how he planned to rescue Sir Avery. He managed to get his bearings when he spied the grave where the legendary witch was said to have been buried by the slave who murdered her. Fortified with this knowledge John tried to help his fellow countryman. Whereas he would have dearly loved to be on the receiving end of Annie’s ministrations Sir Avery had given no indication that he wanted this, and John had a strict policy of not to enforcing his alternative lifestyle on others. He decided a little too late that it might be better for him to pretend to still be unconscious until he came up with a concrete plan to confront the woman and her companions. “Look, he’s awake now!” he heard a male voice exclaim. “Saul?” John heard Annie call in apparent warning to someone. A well-muscled man rushed over to where John swayed, still a little unsteady on his feet. He did not manhandle him as John had expected, but instead stood there, smirking at him. John noticed that the man, tall and dark-skinned with finely chisled features, had to tear his eyes away from his erection. His unwanted attentions were so distracting that it took some minutes for John to realise that Annie had stopped flagellating Sir Avery and that she and the older man were staring curiously at him also. John heard Sir Avery mutter a low curse at him and then a yelp as Annie obviously punished him for his rudeness by sinking her long nails into his back with her left hand and leaving four long welts there while twisting his balls gently with her right hand as a warning. She then cupped the man’s cock and began to pump him slowly while staring directly into John’s eyes; a come-hither smile on her lips. Sir Avery cooed at being manhandled again. The man who was squatting in the grass gazing lovingly up at Annie resumed his worship of her body, and the one who had rushed to welcome John indicated that he should come closer and join the little party. John realised, belatedly, that he was interrupting a session between three men and their Domme! Given Sir Avery’s lascvicious grinding against the tree, John was sure that the man was in no danger. He noticed also that the other two men, whom he had thought of as being on Sir Avery’s side earlier were not in any way perturbed by the spectacle of him being flagellated before their eyes. Indeed, Annie seemed to treat Sir Avery much worse if the man on the ground provided sufficient inspiration with his mouth. His eyes opened wide and he blushed with embarrassment as he glimpsed the large bulge protruding from Sir Avery’s groin and being rubbed shamelessly against the tree. If John didn’t know better he would have said that Sir Avery was wearing a thong, but it was too dark for him to be sure without his glasses despite the fact that he subjected himself to the same thing during his visits to Mistress Nnenna every other Wednesday when in London, and so was fairly familiar with the phenomenon of a man being subject to petticoat discipline. “Sorry to have had to take a swing at you earlier, old man, but you were about to give the game away, you see!” Sir Avery called to him dispelling any notion of being under duress. “I’ve paid a lot for the privilege of this young lady’s company and she said that if I did something naughty and played a mean trick on someone, I would get a special treat. All I could think of until you showed up was to get drunk; but you gave me an idea you see, and since I just couldn’t let her offer passssss…” Sir Avery’s words were cut off into a pained hiss by the crack of Annie’s whip. The man issued a pained yelp when Annie hit him again and tugged at a chain attached to two clamps on his nipples. “You speak altogether too much, Sir Avery,” she chided him, coldly. “Not another word out of you until I am done here tonight.” John started toward him unconsciously, but found himself being held again by one of the men who had accompanied Sir Avery earlier. The woman rounded on John, her skirt billowing out behind her. He caught a tantalizing glimpse of her stocking-and-high-heeled-stiletto clad legs, her garter and navel-exposing bodice all of which framed a shaven and completely naked mons. His mouth watered and he could understand the look of joy on the face of the man whose name he still did not know. “Stay and watch, John Palmer,” the woman called Annie commanded. “Sir Avery likes to be the centre of attention. After his flogging I will make him attend to us while I make love to you, though from the looks of things you may prefer it that I flog you as well.” John took a step back, away from the woman, not entirely liking the prospect of doing this with total strangers but he bumped into the tall man called Saul whom he had forgotten was still standing behind him. The man reached over and restrained John by hugging his body against him. John could feel his unmistakeable hardness beneath the peasant dress costume, a crude attempt at depicting one of Annie’s slave lovers, John surmised. “Come, come John, we’re all adults here, aren’t we?” Saul murmured seductively into John’s ear in an unmistakably polished British accent. “No one need know about this when we get back home. You’re among friends. We all saw how excited you got at the sight of Annie’s whip, and Avery pegged you as someone who enjoyed the lifestyle. As Annie said, he likes a bit of an audience. It adds a little spice,” he turned away slightly, “And black cock adds a bit more excitement on occasion, doesn’t it Avery?” John struggled to get away from the man. Mistress Nnenna had never forced him to be with men at any time but somehow he did not believe that this lot would respect his wishes when it came to being entertaining. “Come on John, be a sport,” the bigger man whispered and planted a light kiss behind John’s ear. John was about to try to heave him over his shoulder in a desperate bid for escape when Annie saved them both the scuffle. “Stop it Saul! You and Takoo come and finish off Sir Avery now.” “Wait!” John croaked. “What do you mean finish him?” Everyone, including Sir Avery laughed. “John, you don’t mean what I think you do!” Annie exclaimed. “You’ve been watching far to much television! I am not the real Annie Palmer, surely you know that, don’t you? I am someone who offers some special services to a few select clients. The hotel would not approve of its guests making so merry, so we have to keep it quiet. You almost outed us all so we took you with us; and recognising you as a fellow… enthusiast, shall we say, we invited you to join us for a night of decadence reminiscent of the Rose Hall of legend, after a sense.” “And we couldn’t ignore the fact that your name really is John Palmer!” Saul interjected. “No we couldn’t,” Annie continued. “Saul is not going to kill Sir Avery; we don’t plan to go that far, but we’re all professionals who like a little something extra and we’re trying to get it away from the prying eyes at home in London. Sir Avery is not our only celebrity here. Saul recognised you from your pictures in the papers in London, but since he’s a Harley Street doctor he is hardly in a position to out you.” The woman grinned at him, “and, I’m a solicitor by day,” she added as an afterthought. Then, without warning she turned toward John and flicking her whip she caught him once on his left buttock. John’s erection strained toward her, desperately. Saul’s hand strayed dangerously down John’s stomach toward his prize, but Annie stopped him again, sending him to Sir Avery’s side. She reached for John’s todger and pulled him, roughly, toward her. “So, John Palmer, are you with us this night?” “Yes,” John hissed, “and perhaps I can invite you all round to my flat for Guy Fawkes Night drinks next week?” He glanced at Saul a sly smile on his face, “if you all promise to behave.” Unexpected Guests The sound of the headboard banging against the wall in tune with the motion of the ocean could be heard through out the apartment and also probably to the neighbors downstairs. But I didn't care; who could when you are as deep as you can go in a warm wet snatch, with a pair arms tightly wrapped around your body? I had been doing a lot of fucking lately, as I was newly in a relationship with a nympho-maniac! And I mean that in every sense of the word. I could ask for it anywhere, (well with in reason) and she would pull my cock out and lift up her skirt, or lose the pants. I loved it! On my car, (a couple times, and in different places) in my car, at the mall, in the park, and a plethora of different other places. But anyways, that particular day, I was fully engulfed in my newly found play toy and I was loving it! I looked her in her eyes and the climax inside me was building like a boiling volcano. The feeling inside me made me feel as if I was going to rocket straight into outer space. I started to fill her as my impending boiling orgasm over took my body. I expelled jet upon jet of fresh baby batter into the soaked and soiled flower that surrounded my hard cock, and I kept thrusting as not to lose the erection that I had. This felt too good, as she always did, and I had to go another round! The blonde rats nest that was her hair, was sloppy on top of her head, and there was blonde hair everywhere. Beads of sweat were lining her head, and her mascara was a smeared mess on her face. The red lipstick that was supposed to last for a full twenty-four hours; didn't, and it too was smeared across her freckled face. And I'm sure I looked a hot mess too, but I can't see my own face, so we'll just leave it at that. The text message ring on my phone scared the piss out of both of us, as we were in a euphoric state, and the light from the screen lit up the room. "Who's bad timing is this?" my lady asked me sternly. "Beats the piss out of me, it's probably one of the boys, it's late, and they don't care if they bother me in my sleep." I said picking my phone from the bedside nightstand. "Hey Sam, Sorry it's so late, I was out at the bar, and realized that I still had your clothes in my car. I'm sitting outside if you'd like to come to the door, I have it." "It's Amanda from work honey. She picked up my new uniform and jacket for me the other day, and I haven't gotten it from her yet. She's harmless, I will just grab the stuff and I can pick up where we left off when I get back. Ok?" My girl rolled her eyes, but complied and slapped me on the ass playfully. "Just put on at least your boxers, I don't want this 'Amanda' (said really sarcastically) to get any ideas about my man." I just laughed and got out of the bed. Truth be told, Amanda did have ideas about her man, and I had ideas, and even fantasies about her too! My friend Gabe had introduced the two of us at work a couple of months prior. We talked a little, laughed a little, and at the time, she was single, and so was I. But I met my lady and although Amanda and I talked about it, and even fantasized about it, I hadn't been able to find the time to go and see what this girl was all about. I went to the door, and when I opened it, she was standing there in all of her glory, with the big smile that she was famous for, plastered across her face. "I'm sorry I'm coming by so late, but the bar that I was at with a friend of mine is just down the street, and I figured I would drop by. I'm sorry if you were sleeping, or busy..." she looked down noticing my boxers only, hiding a half aroused snake just from her view. "I was busy, but it's nothing I can't get right back into." I said as she laughed lightly and absent-mindedly licked her lips. I blushed lightly when her eyes met mine again, and I looked her up and down. Just then, Amanda stepped closer to me to hand me the clothing that she was cradling in her arms. I reached out for my belongings, and as I did, I felt a small hand slide into the hole in the front of my boxers. My cock lunged forward, filling her hand fully and my body responded also as I jerked. My eyes got big, and my mouth dropped open, and although I wanted to speak, I couldn't. She didn't say anything either, but pulled her hand back out of my shorts, and wiped the wetness that was still on my cock onto my boxer shorts, all while she never broke eye contact. "I wanna watch." Was the inaudible sentence she mouthed to me as I still stood there in awe. What do you say to that? My girl would kill me. Some of them would leave over this, some of them would freak out on the both of you... I didn't know I had never been to this bridge to cross it! "I can't. She'll kill me!" "I got this, trust me." she mouthed back. I didn't know what to do. My heart was beating a million miles a minute, and I was starting to sweat again, but most importantly, my cock was standing at full attention, through the whole in my boxer shorts. I didn't want to do this, didn't want to hurt the girlfriend, didn't want to upset my friend, but most importantly, and I guess the biggest deciding factor, I didn't want to lose this moment, or my erection for that matter! It may never come again! (The moment, not my hard-on) The worst my girlfriend could do was leave right? And in this current state, with Amanda feigning over me the way she was, I would win either way! Maybe I could see more of her. Well that is assuming that... the worst my girlfriend could do is leave. She was known to have a temper, maybe she wouldn't just leave, and maybe she would start an all out war in my bedroom that night? I didn't know, and didn't have time to care. I set the clothes down on the kitchen table, thanked Amanda out loud, and bid her farewell as I closed the door behind her. When I turned to greet her eye to eye again, I mouthed, "I trust you, don't get us killed!" And with that, I walked into my bedroom and dropped my boxers to the floor. The lady was laying just as she was when I left her and her eyes were closed as she was lightly snoring. 'Perfect,' I thought. I padded lightly across the bedroom floor, and knelt onto the bed between her legs. I stroked my cock a couple of times as I was getting ready to enter back into her, and lay between her legs, sliding my chocolate meat into her. Without opening her eyes, a moan escaped her lips, and the walls of the Venus Fly Trap tightened around my hammer. I got into rhythm and started thrusting to meet her body's responses. I peppered kisses all over her neck and face, leaving love bites in my war path all over her neck, ears, collar bone and chest. I pounded into her slowly and deliberately. Each thrust meant something and my heart was still pounding out of my chest. I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that I had Amanda in my house, about to spy on my girl and me fucking! And sure enough, as I was pounding away, I looked up at Amanda, who was in the room now with her hand slowly rubbing and pinching her own exotic flower. My head was fucking spinning. I didn't know what to do, or even what to think! This type of stuff never happened to me. And now, here I was, entertaining one, and pleasing another! Amanda was now pinching her round swollen nipples while she was rubbing her wet engorged lips and hard nubbin. Her pants were in a denim pool at her feet with a spot of hot pink in the center of the pool. Her shirt was up and a very full globe was out in the open as she pleasured herself to the sight of me pleasuring my girlfriend. And there was me, thrusting as deeply as my cock could go inside of the tight walls that surrounded it. I was giving it all that I had, as if it were the last fuck I'd ever have! (Because it very well could have been! But if it were, who would be telling the story?) And when I didn't think it could get any more crazy, my mind was totally blown from my head. Amanda walked over to the bedside and knelt beside it right above Stephanie's head. Steph's eyes were closed and she was moaning loudly and rolling her head back and forth. Amanda reached her hand out to stroke Stephanie's blonde hair, but I was able to reposition my hand to grab hers and pin it to the bed. Fire shot across my pupils and I looked Amanda in the eyes, and again, she mouthed the words, "Trust Me!" I moved my hand from hers and she went back to her delivery. Her hand touched Stephanie's forehead, and Steph's eyes immediately fluttered open. Just as Stephanie went to speak, Amanda's mouth covered hers, and her tongue began to explore the blonde girl's mouth. I took this as cue, and started fucking my girlfriend for all it was worth. I even placed my thumb on her clit as I started rolling it back and forth to bring on her orgasm twice as fast. Amanda's hands found Steph's nipples and they started pinching and rubbing while Stephanie's mouth was full of another girl's tongue. Just the site of what was going on, and the thrill of seeing it unfold before my eyes brought me to my own orgasm. I also felt Stephanie breathing faster, and by this time, Amanda had also started rubbing herself again while she knelt beside the bed. The sites and sounds, smells and feelings of everything that was going on had me in complete euphoric high, and I wanted nothing more than to blow my load deep inside the hot cavern I was pounding into, and just then... The orgasm that ripped through the three of us was like having each one of our souls torn out. I felt explosions from the top of my head to the soles of my feet, and by all of the shaking, shivering, moaning, and screaming that was coming from the two of them, I think the same feeling was occurring in them. * When everything calmed down the look that I got from my now very coherent girlfriend didn't at all look like she was ready to get it again! It looked more like I was probably going to pay dearly for what had just happened with out her permission. "So you're a great kisser, but if I may ask, who the fuck are you?" Stephanie asked very sternly. "I'm Sam's coworker Amanda. I'm so sorry if I caused any discomfort, but I smelled sex in the air when I came in, and I got slightly jealous of the lady that was getting the treatment in here, and I asked if I could watch. Sam told me no, but I almost begged him. I haven't had sex since my man and I split ways, and I've always liked Sam, and envied the lady that got to lay beside him. I would never dream of stealing him from you, so please don't go crazy, I respect you and I respect him, so I don't want to break up a happy home, I just wanted to watch a little bit. Then of course, I started watching in person, and I started to get hot, and before I knew it, I was walking towards the bed, and reaching out to touch you." Amanda said almost regretfully. "Is this true?" "I don't lie to you Stephanie." "I swear it's true Stephanie. I wouldn't lie either, and like I said, I don't want to mess up a happy home. I just wanted to participate a little tonight. I'm buzzing off of the alcohol I drank, and just wanted to feel loved a little tonight, and when I saw your man in his boxers, smelling of you, I couldn't pass up the opportunity! I'm so sorry if I over stepped my boundaries." Steph was silent for a minute, but there's not much that can keep her that way, so she spoke up. "Listen you two, I am highly upset, but I can forgive this whole thing if the both of you promise me one thing! Sam, if you ever cheat on me with this girl, or any other girl with out my prior knowledge, I swear to you I'll make you regret it for the rest of your life! Promise me you will keep your word!" "I promise." "And you Missy, I swear on everything I love and hold dearly, if I find out you're trying to take my man from me, I will go to jail for a very long time. After I deal with him, I'm coming for you! Is that understood?" "Yes ma'am." "Good, Now if one of the two of you don't get me off again like that, I'm going to lose my cool and come down off of my emotional high!" Stephanie said. I took my cue, and moved to the tip of Stephanie's toes, and started kissing and licking every square inch of her body as I worked up her right leg, and then back to the toes of the left leg, while Amanda started kissing her again. I moved to burry my face in Stephanie's flower, and Amanda pushed my head backwards. "It's my turn to have a little fun." And with that, she knelt between Stephanie's legs and pushed me out of the way. Steph looked at me through halfway closed eyes, and whispered, "Bring me that cock." I stood up and did what I was told, and walked to her side, where she leaned up on her elbow and pulled my prick into her mouth and started slobbering all over it. In no time flat, Steph had came, and I was looming on my second also while Amanda was still eating Steph out. I took this opportunity to go and stand behind Manda and finger her pussy. She was running down her leg, literally. Her juices were running in rivers down her thighs and onto the floor at her knees. Her hot box was so wet that the fingers that I inserted slid into her with ease. "Put that prick inside me. No let me mount you." She said in between moans. I laid on the bed beside Stephanie, and Amanda stood up and got onto the bed and slowly impaled herself onto my sword. She started bouncing up and down on it and at the same time, my lady stood over my face and slowly sat down onto my face so I could continue getting her off. I stuck my tongue out, and Steph started bouncing on my tongue as if it were a cock. And me... Need you ask? I was Feeling Fucking Fantastic! That is until Amanda got close to her orgasm, stood up, rubbed her pussy a couple times, and expelled streams of lady cum all over my girlfriend and me. And as she finished her orgasm, I exploded with Stephanie, and the second orgasm was almost as good as the first one! * Amanda, Steph, and I fucked a couple more times before Stephanie and I went our separate ways, (for different reasons) but I'll never forget any of the times that we got together. And I'll definitely never forget the time Stephanie met Amanda. * * * * * bs21/ 10.27.12 Dedicated to A.M. I sure hope you like this! Unexpected Guests Stirring the sauce caused my boobies to bounce around under the tiny apron bib. This was quite exciting for Brock. Not only did my nipples threaten to pop out above the top of the apron, my breasts were also in danger of falling out of the sides, too. I had to get some cheese out of the refrigerator. As I opened the refrigerator door, I stood sideways to the boy. The cheese was on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, so I had to lean way over to get it. When I bent over, the bottom of the apron fell away from my body giving Brock a peek underneath the apron from the side. The college boy was looking directly at my hairy triangle! Once again I felt both embarrassed and excited as I teased the nineteen-year-old boy by putting my pussy on view for him to see. Finally the boy spoke. He said, "You're very beautiful Mrs. Keller." I abruptly turned around and said, "Why thank you!" Unfortunately, the abrupt motion of turning around caused my apron to shift and my left breast fell out to the side of the bib. My entire breast was exposed to the boy. I should have immediately tucked my titty back into the apron bib, but Brock's reaction was priceless. His eyes opened wide and his mouth almost dropped to the floor. I turned back to the stove, but I allowed my breast to remain out in the open, as if I didn't know that my bare boob was showing. Soon the food was ready and I had to bend over to take the bread out of the oven. This gave Brock another view of my bare butt. When I bent over this time, I kept my legs straight and spread them wide enough to insure that he could see my pussy lips from behind. After getting the bread out, I turned all the burners down to the warm setting so the food could simmer, and then I set the table. My left breast was still showing as I put the cups, plates and silverware on the table. Brock was mesmerized by the sight of my bare titty, so when I set the plate down in front of him, I casually let my breast brush against the side of his face. When I made my way to the other side of the table, I couldn't help noticing the innocent grin on the boy's face. After seeing the expression on Brock's face, I looked down and said, "Oh no, my breast is showing! So that's what you've been looking at. My bare booby popped out and you didn't even bother to tell me. I guess you planned on staring at it all night!" Brock looked mortified. It appeared that he really thought I was mad at him. I didn't want him to feel bad so gave him a big smile. I said, "Don't worry about it, Brock. I'm just having a little fun with you! You wouldn't be a real boy if you had the opportunity to look at a naked lady and you didn't take advantage of it." He nervously stammered, "So...so you knew?" I chuckled and said, "Of course I knew. When you showed up unexpectedly and caught me wearing only a tiny little apron, I should have gotten dressed instead of parading around in front of you almost naked. I guess it's time to take this apron off and put some clothes on." Not wanting the teasing to end, I said, "I just wish I could leave this apron in the kitchen. Otherwise it won't be here the next time I need it." Brock enthusiastically said, "Then you should take it off right here!" I sternly said, "Brock, you know I don't have anything on under this apron. Why would you ask me to take it off?" Brock gave me that mortified look again, so I quickly said, "However, you've practically seen everything I have anyway so I might as well go ahead and let you watch me take the apron off." Brock looked shocked as I slowly untied the apron and slipped it off right in front of him. While I was totally nude, I stood in front of the boy and took my time folding the apron. Brock was sitting just a couple feet away from me and he seized the opportunity to take a closer look at my big breasts, bare butt and soft pussy hair. I smiled at Brock and headed into my bedroom, but Brock must have thought my smile was an invitation and he followed me. He didn't try to touch me. Brock just stood and watched as I looked through my closet. With an unobstructed view of my bare butt, Brock continued to watch as I selected a denim skirt and a T-shirt. I turned and faced Brock as I stepped into my skirt, giving Brock one last look at my soft brown bush. Then I asked, "Brock, would you be a dear and zip my skirt up?" He said, "Um...what?" I repeated, "Would you please zip up my skirt for me?" He replied, "Um...okay, sure!" I was quite capable of zipping up the skirt myself, but I wanted to have some fun with the boy. His fingers were trembling as he grabbed hold of the skirt and slowly pulled up the zipper. He also took the liberty of dragging his fingers against my butt crack as he zipped up the skirt. Allowing Brock to tickle my butt crack sent chills up and down my spine. After zipping my skirt, Brock said, "Mrs. Keller, aren't you forgetting your panties?" Right in front of Brock, I lifted the front of my skirt, looked down and answered, "Hmm, I guess I am." With my pussy on display again, I winked at the boy and said, "Let's just make this our little secret!" Then I saw a drop of spaghetti sauce on my finger. I licked it off and that gave me another idea of how to tease Brock. I said, "Brock, can you do me another favor. I have red sauce on my hand. I don't want to get it on my white T-shirt so will you slip it over my head for me?" Brock was eager to help, so I held my arms up. This allowed him to slip the T-Shirt over my head. My stance forced me to thrust my breasts right out at the boy, which gave him a close-up view of my firm breasts and round rosy nipples. I even pressed my big boobies against him as he struggled to get the shirt over my head. Finally he got my shirt on and as Brock pulled it down in front of me, he let his fingers glide right over my breasts. His fingers gently bounced over my stiff nipples like little speed bumps on the way down. My shirt didn't quite reach my belly-button, but after releasing my shirt from his grip, he continued to let his fingers stray over my soft skin until he reached the waistband of my skirt. When I felt him try to dip a finger inside my skirt, I held his hand and said, "Thanks for helping me get dressed, but I think we'd better finish dinner" and then I lead him back into the kitchen. Right after we returned to the kitchen, the front door opened and Tami entered. She was followed by Kendall and Dana who play on the junior college softball team with my daughter. Kendall is around five-foot-seven and slender with light brown hair and smallish breasts. Dana has blonde hair and is around five-foot-three. She's a little heavier than the other two girls, but she has a nice rack to go with her larger size. The girls were still wearing their softball shorts and jerseys from softball practice. Tami said, "Sorry we're late. Practice took a little longer than expected." I said, "No problem, but you made it sound like you were bringing boys home." Tami replied, "Sorry, just girls. You must be disappointed. I know how much you like my boyfriends!" All of the girls started giggling. I was a somewhat embarrassed because it appeared that the sexual romp I had with my daughter's friends a few weeks ago was not a well kept secret. I managed to shrug off their laughter and began serving dinner. As I served the spaghetti, Tami said, "I see you've met my new boyfriend." I said, "Brock? Brock is your new boyfriend?" Tami replied, "Yes. Why?" I said, "Oh, no reason. Brock seems like a nice boy. He kept me company while I waited for you." After hearing that statement, Brock looked up and gave me a nervous smile. Kendall said, "So Tami, this is your new boyfriend." Tami said, "Yep. Good lookin' don't you think?" Kendall said, "Mmm, yes he is! Are all the guys good looking at the Academy?" Brock said, "Oh I don't know. You'll have to see for yourself." I said, "So you're an Academy boy? That's a very expensive and exclusive university." Brock said, "Yes, I guess so. My parents felt that if I was going to be a doctor, I should go to a good school." I said, "You plan to be a doctor. That's great!" He said, "Thanks, but you can trust me not to play doctor with your daughter." I grinned and responded, "I don't have to trust you. I trust Tami." It's too bad Tami can't trust me! We only have four kitchen chairs so when everyone sat down there was no place for me to sit. Brock offered to give me his chair, but I told him no. I said that I'd just stand. Tami suggested, "Brock's a strong boy. Why don't you sit on his lap?" Brock said that it would be okay, so I straddled his leg and sat down. Brock was wearing shorts and I didn't have any panties on under my skirt so my bare vagina was resting right on Brock's leg! The girls were busy eating dinner so they didn't pay any attention to what was going on under the table. However, I couldn't keep my mind off of it. Brock kept moving his leg up and down, which forced me to rock back and forth on his bare leg. His muscular leg kept grinding into my little clitty and it was really turning me on. I could also feel the bulge in his pants pushing against me each time I rocked back. It felt like his penis was throbbing so I knew he was excited, too. Then Brock whispered in my ear, "Do you know that you're making my leg all wet?" I whispered back, "Do you know that you're making me all wet!" He responded by slipping his hand under my skirt and gently running his fingers through my pussy hair. It felt really good, but then he slid his hand forward and actually touched my love button. It sent shockwaves throughout my body! What Brock was doing to me felt really good, but I didn't want to make a scene so I pushed his hand away. However, I continued rocking back and forth and rubbing my bare beaver against his leg. I was really beginning to feel the sexual tension heating up inside my body again. Soon I couldn't resist Brock any longer and I had to find a way to drag him away from the table. Then a forkful of spaghetti accidentally fell off my fork and landed on Brock's lap. It was the perfect diversion! I said, "I'm really sorry, Brock. Come into the bedroom and let me clean you up." Tami said, "I'll help." I sternly said, "Oh no, you won't. Finish your dinner and we'll be right back." I pulled Brock into the bedroom and looked at his shirt. I said, "I'll have to wash this right away. Otherwise, it could stain," and then I pulled his shirt off. He had a large solid chest and well defined abs. Brock had a touch of chest hair, but his body was mainly clean and smooth. Then I looked down and said, "Aw, it's on your pants, too." I kneeled down in front of the boy and unsnapped his khaki shorts. Then I unzipped his shorts and pulled them down. The college-aged boy stood in front of me wearing only a pair of tight stretchy boxer shorts. His manhood was stiff and poking out against the soft material of his underpants. I couldn't hold back. His penis was like a magnet to my hand, forcing me to reach out and rub the front of his boxer shorts. I said, "You've even got a wet stain on your underpants." Brock blushed and said, "That's not spaghetti sauce." I smiled and said, "I know what it is, but you should wash your underwear, too." I was still on my knees as I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of his boxer shorts and pulled them down. His rigid rocket was released from his underwear and it pointed right towards my face. It was rather large and very, very hard, so I couldn't resist the urge to taste it. I began licking it by moving my tongue up and down the length of the shaft, and then I went ahead and wrapped my ruby lips around the boy toy. After bobbing my head up and down a few times, I could literally feel his member throbbing inside my mouth. I tried to pull my head away, but he put his hand on the back of my head. Brock begged, "Please don't stop." I said, "Just let me stop for a second and then I'll do something for you that will feel even better." Brock released me and I laid back on the bed. As Brock stood looking down at me, I hiked my skirt up past my waist and spread my legs apart. My pussy was right out in the open for Brock to see. I said, "I think this will feel even better than a blow-job." He knew exactly what I wanted and crawled up on top of me. I quickly reached underneath Brock and guided his missile into my love hole. My pussy was so wet that he had no trouble working his way deep inside me. Brock began pumping in and out, in and out, and I was so close to an orgasm before we even started that I came in no time. Seconds later the muscular boy exploded inside of me and then he let his body weight drop on top of me. We laid there for a few minutes and then I said, "We'd better get going. The girls are waiting for us." I got up and grabbed Brock's clothes to load them into the washing machine. Brock said, "I can't go out there naked. What should I put on?" I handed him a towel and then we walked out. We stopped in front of the laundry closet to load the washing machine with Brock's clothes, and then we proceeded into the kitchen. What we saw in the kitchen took Brock and I both by surprise. Sitting at the table were three naked college co-eds! The girls giggled as Tami said, "Our uniforms are dirty from practice. Since you're washing Brock's clothes, we thought you could wash our clothes, too." It was just a college girl prank, but I had to act like a responsible parent. In an angry tone I told the girls to stand up. Then I ordered Brock to take a seat at the table. Brock conveniently chose the chair facing the girls, so his towel covered lap was hidden from the girls by the kitchen table. The three naked girls were on display for Brock to see as I gave the girls a little lecture. As the college freshmen displayed their titties and pussies in front of Brock, I said, "Girls, you can't go around showing your bodies off to boys. It's not right. You must be punished." Tami argued, "But mom, I know what you were doing in there and he's my boyfriend!" Dana added, "And besides, it was all Kendall's idea!" I said, "Silence! You girls have left me no choice, but to punish you for your bad behavior." Dana asked, "Oh no, please don't tell my parents. They're liable to stop paying my tuition if they found out I did something like this." I said, "No. Bad girls deserve to be treated like little girls and little girls get spanked. Turn around and bend over the counter." Dana said, "But we're naked! Brock will see everything." I said, "Well then, I guess its Brocks lucky day. Maybe next time you won't be so quick to listen to Kendall. Now I want all of you to bend over!" Reluctantly, the three eighteen-year-old girls leaned over the kitchen counter. Their sweet little tushies were totally exposed and I could see that Brock was carefully examining each girl's butt. Knowing that Brock would enjoy seeing more of what the girls had to offer, I commanded, "Girls, that's not good enough. Spread your legs a little wider, keep your knees straight and bend over even further." Tami and Dana appeared to be extremely embarrassed, but Kendall had a big smile on her face. She apparently liked posing naked in front of the tanned muscular boy. After the girls complied with my command, I said, "That's better." Now the girls were exhibiting their tight pussies from behind. I told the girls to hold their positions while I put their clothes in the washing machine. I took my time loading the washer, giving Brock the opportunity to take a nice long look at their cute little butts and tight pink vaginas. Then I returned and stood behind the naked girls. I gently caressed each of their soft smooth buns as I said, "Girls, you will now receive a spanking for your bad behavior." None of the girls even tried to object. They just remained bent over, patiently awaited their punishment as if they were looking forward to it. I softly smacked each girl's bare ass until every butt cheek was a nice shade of pink. Then I told the girls that they had to clean the kitchen as part of their punishment. I took a seat next to Brock and watched as the girls started cleaning up around us. Kendall began clearing the table in front of us and she had to bend forward, giving Brock a close-up view of her perky breasts and pink puffy nipples. I could tell by the expression on Kendall's face that she felt a little uneasy about the situation, but she continued removing the dishes until the table was cleared. Then Dana sprayed kitchen cleaner on the table and used a paper towel to wipe it off. Her massive breasts swayed to and fro as she vigorously wiped the table clean. Being naked in front of Brock was obviously exciting for Dana because her large nipples were poking out stiff and hard. I looked under the table and found that Dana's nipples weren't the only thing stiff and hard. Brock's soldier was standing at attention again and he had adjusted himself so that his erection stuck out from between the separation in his towel. I reached down and wrapped my soft hand around Brock's rigid rod as the girls bent over to wash the dishes. Kendall kept teasing Tami and Dana by pinching their bare butts and touching their butt cracks. From the increasing hardness in Brock's erection, I could tell how thrilling it was for him to see three naked college girls playfully touching each other. Then Kendall got a taste of her own medicine. When she leaned over to put a plate in the dishwasher, Dana reached behind Kendall and actually touched Kendall's pussy. Kendall yelped, "Hey, what are you doing?" Dana said, "Just doing to you what you were doing to me." Kendall argued, "I only touched your butt crack, but you're touching my pussy!" Dana just giggled and kept her hand on Kendall's pink place. Kendall may have complained, but she didn't make any effort to push Dana's hand away. Dana even pressed her finger into Kendall's tight pussy and Kendall responded by spreading her legs even wider, giving Dana easier access to her pussy. Tami appeared to be mortified by her friends' behavior, so she moved in front of Kendall and said, "You two shouldn't be doing this in front of Brock and my mom." Kendall said, "Don't try to act like you never do it!" Dana said, "Yeah. You're usually the first one to put your hands on our pussies in the shower at school after a softball game!" Tami's face turned red from embarrassment, but before she could move, Kendall put her arms around Tami and pulled Tami towards her. Kendall slowly got down on her knees in front of Tami with her arms still wrapped around Tami's nude body. Kendall held Tami in position by putting her hands on Tami's bare butt, and then Kendall put her face right between Tami's legs. As Dana continued her assault on Kendall's pussy from behind, Kendall started licking Tami's pussy lips. Tami stuttered, "Oh...oh wow...mom, it's not my fault. This is all...mmm...um, Kendall's idea," but Tami made no attempt to move away from Kendall. I could tell that Brock was really enjoying the show put on by the girls. With my hand still wrapped around Brock's erection, I could feel that he was amazingly hard. It appeared that he was ready to go again so I started stroking Brock's rigid rod under the table as the girls proceeded with their love fest. Tami reached down and started playing with Kendall's little nipples while Dana got down on her knees and continued moving her finger in and out of Kendall's tight snatch. Dana also used her other hand to tickle Kendall's sweet butt crack. Every part of Kendall's body was getting attention and I could actually smell the girls' excitement as the fragrance of their love juices filled the air. Unexpected Guests Suddenly I noticed that bending over gave Kendall and Dana the ability to look under the kitchen table. From their bent over positions, they could see that I was giving Brock a hand job. They could also see that I wasn't wearing any panties under my skirt. However, I didn't bother closing my legs as I continued stroking Brock while the girls watched. The action I was giving Brock combined with my lack of underwear appeared to give Kendall and Dana the idea that they had a green light to proceed with their lesbian love show. Now Kendall was licking Tami's love button and fingering Tami's tight wet pussy at the same time. With her hands, Tami was teasing one of Kendall's nipples while teasing one of her own. Dana had one hand between Kendall's legs and one hand between her own legs. Kendall and Tami had their eyes closed and they were moaning so I sensed that they were about to cum. However, Dana was still wide-eyed and watching me stroke Brock's pocket rocket under the table. It wasn't long before Tami and Kendall began thrashing about. Their screams assured me that the girls were cumming. When Kendall was through, Dana took a seat on the floor, spread her legs and buried a finger inside her own pussy. Dana also started pulling on her nipples with her other hand as she masturbated. From her spot on the floor, Dana had a birds-eye-view of Brock's hard penis. Dana watched as Brock reached his breaking point and shot his hot body fluid all over the bottom of the kitchen table. Now Dana was the only one still trying to have an orgasm. Kendall offered to help by lying down in front of Dana and burying her face in Dana's blonde bush. Kendall's cute bare butt was pointed up in the air as she moved her tongue around between Dana's legs. Tami took a seat at the kitchen table. She looked embarrassed, but satisfied. I'm not sure if she saw what I did to Brock under the table, but those girls don't keep secrets so I was certain that she'd find out soon enough. While Brock, Tami and I watched, Kendall licked and massaged Dana's pussy as Dana teased her own nipples. Soon Dana started breathing heavy followed by soft moans which evolved into screams of ecstasy as she finally entered the Promised Land. Kendall immediately got up and finished cleaning the kitchen while Dana just laid there trying to regain her composure. When Kendall finished cleaning the kitchen, she turned and asked, "Should we go watch TV now?" I said, "Your clothes aren't even in the dryer yet." Everyone looked at each other and laughed as Kendall said, "That's okay. We won't need 'em until it's time to go home." I let the teenagers have their privacy, but I checked on them frequently. Surprisingly, they didn't act much differently than they would have if they'd been wearing clothes. It appeared as if my trailer had just become a little nudist camp. Then I overheard Dana declare that the next time they have a dinner party, they want to have an equal number of boys and girls. I stepped in and said, "I don't think that's such a good idea. Lesbian sex doesn't worry me, but you girls can get in a lot of trouble when you throw boys into the mix." Kendall said, "Then we'll just have lesbian sex and let the boys watch." Dana added, "Yeah. It will be fun. And if any of the boys want to have sex, they can take care of themselves. Kendall said, "Or we'll send them to you, Miss Keller!" My face turned red as the girls laughed. This wasn't a reputation that I really wanted, but it was obviously a reputation that I deserved. I wasn't sure how I was going to live it down. However, the thought of a college nudist party where the girls put on a lesbian sex show while I personally satisfied all the boys was an enticing idea. I would have to give it some thought. In fact, I gave it a lot of thought...while I was in the whirlpool bath with a jet aimed between my legs!