5 comments/ 10313 views/ 7 favorites The Red Satin Club By: SEVERUSMAX The first time that it happened, it was rather on the odd side, but I chose not to comment too much on it when I first saw it. After all, it was probably just a college dorm prank by one of my roommates, albeit in very poor taste, at least unless his girlfriend was okay with it (or if he had bought them himself and wore them). A pair of red satin panties lay on my pillow and they were soaked....oh, well, unless that happened to be the strangest precum ever, it had to have been a girl, right? But why would a guy put his girlfriend's wet panties on my pillow? Nice, kinky ones, too, which looked to belong to a woman of some refinement and wealth. That made it even stranger to me, a regular Joe from Cleveland from a middle-class Jewish family. I was probably still banned from most country clubs for being of the Faith, not that I gave a damn, since that's not my scene. Then again, I was a rather lukewarm practitioner of Judaism. I was more ethnically and culturally than religiously Jewish. My father was a relatively successful manager of the local branch of a major life insurance company. He did well enough, but I never had a silver spoon in my mouth. We still had a budget, just a slightly higher one than some of my neighbors. It wasn't much higher, as Dad was a sensible and frugal man, or at least he had been since Mom took off for parts unknown and left just the two of us males to share a very male existence until Dad remarried some time later. Mom never got around to paying any child support and I didn't hear from her again until more recently, but I won't get into that yet. The lack of child support meant that Dad had enough expenses being a single father without going overboard on the discretionary spending, anyway, so I don't blame him. Anyway, here I was, in Nebraska, far away from Ohio and my family, of course. What was I doing in the Great Plains, so damn far from everyone and everything that I knew, in a college town? Full acceptance, full scholarship, no need for student loans between that and the amount that Dad had salted away for that purpose, which didn't surprise me given his thrifty habits, courtesy of being a single guy who didn't have any wife or girlfriend asking him for anything. Still, it wasn't that much, due to lack of any funds from my deadbeat mother. A stranger might have been excused for thinking that I was some kind of rich kid due to the lack of any need for financial aid, but I really had nothing left over, so I took on a part-time job to help with expenses and give me some spending cash while in school. Some of my roommates were shocked the first time that they saw me waiting tables at the local steakhouse, but it helped me get by a bit easier and I had no troubles other than the typical stingy or rude patrons, who didn't get that most of my pay came from tips. Part of me wondered if this is where I met the mysterious owner of the red satin panties, but enough on that later. I confronted my roommates, Max and Luis, but both of them denied having a single thing to do with the undies and I couldn't prove otherwise, so I let it drop. However, they didn't, teasing me for the next couple of days for being such a stud that some girl left her undies on my bed. I brushed it off and went about my normal business of studies, work, and when I had a little time, flirting here or there with the girls in my class as well as a cute librarian who looked to be slightly older. I didn't do keggers and other crazy stuff, as I wasn't in a fraternity and I had better ways to spend my time than destroying my mind when I needed to use it. I would drink a little booze now and then, but nothing crazy, no parties, and no binges. However, sure enough, the following Friday night I came back from a study date with Marin, a quirky blonde from Norway, of all places, and found a pair of red satin panties on my bed again, right on the pillow. Marin snickered when she saw them, before grabbing them and bringing them right up to my nose to smell them. "Wet. Not just damp. Soaked. Drenched. Whomever this girl is, she's got a serious case of the hots for you, Jacob. Lucky you. Not sure who she is, but she probably has money, or her parents do. Such things to spend money on, but that's just me. I don't like wearing panties. I wouldn't mind getting her out of hers, though, whomever she is," Marin teased me a bit, clapping me on the back. "You like girls, huh?" I grinned, "what about guys?" "Sorry, my cute American friend, but I'm a complete lesbian. Hate to ruin your fantasies. I know that you have a hard-on for me, but for me, it's just friendship and has to be. Even if I were bi, I'm absolutely monogamous and I can sense that you're not. It's just not in your nature. That's okay, everyone has their own thing. I just want to find the woman of my dreams. Still, I can be your wingman if you need one. The perfect wingman, really, if you think of it. I know the secrets of my sex and I'm not a man hater, so I'm not going to lie to you," Marin winked at me, "you are rather cute, though, in a little brother sort of way. I really like you." "Just in a sisterly way. Hey, I'll take that. At least I'll know that you're a straight shooter, if you'll pardon the expression," I laughed. "Yeah, and one of these days, I'm going to insist that you donate your sperm to me, just for the record. The moment that we met, I knew that you'd be the right donor for me. Smart, cute, tough in your own way, decent.....an all-around good guy. And Jewish. That's the icing on the cake, a nice little final slap at Uncle Lars, who was a Nazi collaborator and a great embarrassment to the family," Marin giggled in a very adorable way that I knew that any smart lesbian would find irresistible. "I'd be honored to give you some of my seed, even if only for procreation and in a petri dish," I chuckled, while Marin sniffed the panties some more. Her expression of absolute ecstasy confirmed to me that she was, in fact, gay, not that there was anything wrong with that, "and I'd be honored to officiate when you marry Ms. Right." "Thank you, Jacob. That means more than you know. Glad to see a guy who isn't threatened by lesbians. We don't hate men. We just don't want to have sex with you. Nothing personal. Just doesn't ring our chimes, that's all. We like pussy only, no cock. It's not about some anti-male thing. It's about being attracted solely to other women," Marin observed. "True. I understand. It would be if I were a straight guy and some man hit on me. I would be flattered, but I couldn't give him what he wanted. Of course, as it happens, I play for both teams, so I could, unless what he wanted was fidelity," I explained. "Good to know. Yeah, my instincts told me that you're more....polyamorous or whatever you might call it. Not really something that you see as much in Norway. We tend to be more exclusive, but that's our culture. We also tend to commit pretty fast once we get laid. It's like, that girl or guy is your guy or girl now, and will be until you sleep with someone else, and then you have a new guy or girl. But here it's different, I think, probably due to having more people and a warmer climate that doesn't tend to cause you to stay in bed and bond as much after the act," Marin observed, still sniffing the underwear. "She's so delicious. I can taste her pussy juices, I think," she licked the outside of the panties, "ooohh, lucky you, this one's a gusher! Get her in the sack and she'll probably never let you out of it. Women like that are insatiable." "You really think that this is a serious deal, not a prank?" I wondered. "Trust me, darling. A pair of undies this wet does not come from a prank. They come from a very real case of intense physical and probably emotional attraction and attachment to you. This girl wants you badly," Marin assured me. "Not mistaken identity, then?" I raised the question. "If it happened once, I might think that. But this was twice, so it's not likely at all. This woman or girl, whichever, is really into you and wants to send you a very clear message. Now you just need to find out who she is and why she didn't just approach you and tell you the truth to your face," Marin confirmed what I had thought, but didn't dare to believe. I coughed a bit and then noticed my stomach growling, so I suggested, "How about you and I go out to grab a bit to eat? Just friends. No date as such. I'll still treat you as a lady, however. You're very femme, I can tell." "Caught on to that, did you? Well, thank you, and I hope that we both get hit on, maybe by the same waitress," Marin giggled, taking my arm as we went to my truck. While driving, I kept noticing that Marin was reading her texts constantly. I figured that she was flirting with a woman she met or perhaps talking to family back in Norway. I had no idea what was really going on, of course. These things were an absolute mystery to me, but I pushed them aside for now, unsure of what to do about them even if I somehow found out. Once we got to the restaurant, Marin took the liberty of ordering a nice Merlot, which I just accepted, thinking that perhaps she just wanted to act the role of my date for the benefit of the women present. She didn't really go for anything rather expensive on the menu, however. In fact, she didn't drink much of the Merlot herself, instead trying to get me drink a bit more of it while she barely wet her whistle. I thought that was odd, and my face must have given my confusion away. "Designated driver, darling. That way, you can get a little sauced if you wish. I trust that you'll return the favor someday. Relax, it's just wine. Not like I'm trying to get you drunk and take advantage of you," Marin winked at me. "Yeah, I should be so lucky," I chuckled at the absurdity of the idea of an avowed lesbian trying to get me drunk or drugged to use me. "You should, but you won't be," Marin teased me a little, knowing that I would take it well. We both ended up eating steak, though in my case, it was chicken-fried steak with gravy and in hers, a surf and turf combo of a smaller sirloin, cooked medium-rare, with some lobster tails. I never really got into lobster in the past due to my kosher Dad, but I told myself to try it out someday, as I wasn't really that observant myself and it smelled rather nice with the butter dipping sauce. We also enjoyed our sides, which were cheesy mashed potatoes and broccoli for me and a garlic parmesan pasta with spinach for her. I was a little buzzed by then, so the conversation went along rather smoothly, though the waitress kept slightly brushing my hand every time she refilled my iced tea, and she did that a lot. Of course, she also refilled Marin's, but I think that was for appearances and politeness. She was a very tall Latina named Veronica, a bit on the slender side, with braces in her mouth to correct some kind of dental issue, a bit awkward and clumsy, too. She would smile shyly at me as she poured my drinks and brought me first my food and my check and I would smile back at her. "She totally digs you, you know that, right?" Marin whispered to me before seizing the check and paying in spite of my protests. "You tip her, dear. I'm paying for your meal. That way.....you can afford to be more...generous," Marin snickered, sticking her tongue out at me in a very girlish way. When Veronica returned, her eyes grew wide at the cash and left for both the meal and the tip. Marin winked at her and coughed a little as we rose, before leaning over to whisper something into her ear. Veronica then shocked me by handing me her phone number and a note in Spanish, of all things. I think that she was too nervous to have me read it in English in front of everyone, so she bought a little time until I could translate it, so we wouldn't be face to face by then. She smiled very sweetly at me as if totally innocent, but something in Marin's face registered that Veronica was anything but a virgin or blushing violet. "So, what did the note say?" Marin asked me, at which point I showed it to her. "Do you know any Spanish?" she wondered. "Not really. Do you?" I inquired. "No, I know English, German, Danish, and of course, Norwegian. That's all. We can look it up on Babelfish or something like that, though," she observed with a smile. "What did you say to Veronica?" I suddenly probed. "That's girl talk, dear. Best not to divulge that and betray the womanly code," Marin giggled. "Well, the timing was a strange coincidence, as she gave me that note right afterward," I noted. "Yes, it was, wasn't it?" Marin remained as coy as possible about things. I got back to my dorm, and sure enough, there they were, right on the pillow. Another damn pair of red satin panties, all soaked down to the last bit of fabric. Did nobody see this happening, I had to wonder now. This was the third incident in a week, the second in one day, after all. Someone should have noticed the same woman sneaking into my room by now, shouldn't they? "My, my, this girl has it bad for you, my sweet Jacob," Marin licked her lips now, "between her and the waitress, I'd say that you are a very desirable....and desired man. Very popular of late. Not surprised. If I were bi instead of gay, I'd have jumped your bones already and you know it." "Yes....well, I have something to tell you. I trust that you'll keep it in confidence," I whispered as I type in for the translator on my laptop (a cheap one that Dad passed down to me when he was done with it, but it still did the job). "Sure, of course," Marin agreed with a rather charming smile. "I'm....a virgin," I admitted to her. "That's funny, so am I!" she blurted out. "Really?" I asked her, surprised. "Yes....I mean....somewhat. I've eaten pussy and had mine eaten, but nothing has gone inside me. No strap-ons. Nothing like that, though I'd love them to," Marin confessed to me, "anyway, let's read this note, shall we?" "Sure," I read the translation and discovered that Veronica had something else in common with me....she was a virgin, too. "Wow. I'm not surprised, though. She's gorgeous, but very shy, just like you at times...and like me. And you seem to have grown up somewhat religious, or am I wrong?" Marin commented. "Yes, Orthodox Jew all the way. Kosher kitchen, strict Shabbat, all high holy days and all that," I confirmed her guess. "So...very religious. Figured as much. What would your parents say to you chasing all this goy pussy?" Marin asked me, though she could clearly guess. "Wouldn't approve. Stepmother, Adi, is as strict as Dad, if not stricter. Mother was another matter. Who knows about that? She ran off when I was a kid and I haven't seen her since. I don't know or care what has happened to her since. Whatever Dad's faults, he loved me enough not to just walk away without even saying goodbye. He raised me, was both parents to me for years. I don't always agree with him, but I love and respect him. I still love Mom, because she's Mom....but I don't respect her, you know. "Sorry, Dad would back hand me for that, but the woman didn't raise me, didn't even give me up for adoption, just walked away and never came back. Never contacted us again. Adi...well, Adi is hard to like, but she means well. I try to be nice and civil for Dad's sake and because she is sincere, just often a bit of a busybody and a little tyrannical at times," I explained to Marin. "So, you've declared your independence and opted to go for what you want. Good for you. Be yourself. It's like what my father said when I came out to my parents. He said, 'Marin, when I see you, I do not see a homosexual or heterosexual. I see my daughter. That did not change when I learned that you are a lesbian. But if you ever lose interest in Ibsen, I will disown you.' He was joking about that last part....I think," Marin blushed at that memory. "So, this place is kind of depressing and I don't feel like calling Veronica from this dorm with others eavesdropping. Mind if we take a little walk outside?" I asked her. "Sure, I could use a smoke, anyway. Sorry, I just can't seem to stop smoking, though I will manage once you've knocked me up. Hope that you're still on board with that idea, even if it doesn't mean actually sleeping with me," Marin expressed some fear. "Hey, now, you've proven yourself a friend and confidant of late. The least I can do for you is jack off into a cup and let it go to impregnate you," I grinned at her, especially since I didn't need much of an excuse to jerk off, anyway. "For the sake of not confusing everyone, I think that we should have him or her call you Uncle Jacob, if that's okay with you," Marin suggested, to which I nodded, "I'll explain the full truth to him or her later when he or she is grown up." "Good idea, since they will have questions and they need to know their medical history. Do you plan to raise the child in the States or in Norway?" I probed, truly curious. "Here, in fact. You see....I want more than one child, and I want them to have the same father. That's you. I want you to be my go-to guy for procreation," Marin surprised me with both that announcement and a kiss on the cheek. "Wow, thanks," I told her, blushing, "hope your future companion doesn't mind, of course." "Oh, I'll sell her on it. I just know that I will. She'll be eating out of my hand...and other places, of course," Marin giggled now. I burst out into laughter, even as I dialed Veronica's number at last. I heard a very soft, tentative, voice ask in broken English, "Hello?" "Hey, Veronica, right?" I asked the woman on the other end. "That's my daughter. Who is this?" the lady wondered. "I'm Jacob Hirsch. I met your daughter at the Grand Grill. I was a patron. She gave me this number. Isn't it her number?" I inquired, curious about her mother answering instead of her. "Veronica is barely 21 and just got that job. We confiscated her phone because someone spotted her talking to a man. Was that you? My daughter is a good girl. She doesn't need immoral influences in her life. Bad enough that she works at a place that sells liquor. Given that you're a patron, I doubt that you are a teetotaler somehow, let alone a Jehovah's Witness," the mother insisted. "No, I'm Jewish, ma'am," I told her honestly. "Jewish, well, that's still not the truth, but at least you don't believe in that Trinity business. Still, you're not to call Veronica again. Is that clear? My husband and I raised Veronica to be a good Jehovah's Witness, to marry and have children, and to witness for the Kingdom," Mrs. Fuentes demanded. "Well, ma'am, your daughter is an adult and free to make her own choices. You can do what you like in your house, but if given half a chance and the place to keep a roof over her head, I would take her in and free her from you," I hung up, furious that anyone would try to ruin her life like that, all in the name of God. "Wow, that was.....awkward," Marin commented. "Yes, all because I'm not a Jehovah's Witness, apparently," I sneered, a bit angry now. "Well, I like the way that you think, you know. I wish that more people thought like that. Girls like Veronica need someone ready to help them break free of that situation. But what if she got jealous and didn't accept your philandering ways?" Marin posed the obvious question. "I would deal with that situation as it happened, if it happened. But for the short term, the right thing to do is to get a young woman her freedom from her parents. Pity that I have to stay at a dorm, though there is the matter of the red satin panty girl, whomever she is," I replied, at which point we headed back into the dorm. "Well, if you had the money for it and so did I....we could set up as roomies and share a one bedroom apartment, if you don't mind spooning a lesbian. I promise that I wouldn't make any moves on Veronica, Scout's honor, unless you wanted me to. You'd be okay with three to a bed, right?" Marin thought out loud. The Red Satin Club "I wouldn't be opposed to you hitting on Veronica, Marin, but bear in mind that if you got involved with her and expected fidelity from her, she would have to choose between us. I would accept whatever choice she made, but would you?" I raised the obvious issue. "Good point. Let's play it by ear and see what comes, okay? That's a lot of hypothetical scenarios, right?" Marin stated, just as we stood in disbelief at watching someone climb out the window and leave....red satin panties on the pillow yet again! "How the fuck did this woman do this three times without getting caught, why were the roomies never there when it happened, and how did she know whenever we grabbed her panties so that she could replace them? Why did she feel like it necessary to leave them on the pillow in the first place, anyway?" I thought aloud. "I don't know, Mister, but I dare say that whomever she is, you're the object of her affections. Lucky you. I would love for this to happen to me, so if you think about it, it's sort of a first-world problem. I mean, not to downplay how bizarre and confusing it can be for you, but there are a lot worse troubles than, 'Oh, my God, a woman keeps leaving her panties on my pillow, indicating that she wants me badly!' If you think of it in those terms, it's not all that bad at all," Marin remarked in a playful rebuke. "If we move in together, this will probably cease.....I wonder if I will miss it or be glad that it stopped," I laughed at my predicament. "Don't be so sure that it will end, of course. If she's such the stalker type, you might not be able to get rid of her that easily, if you even wish to," Marin teased me a little more. "I could refer this matter to campus security and find out in a hurry with the cameras turned on, but that would violate my roommates' privacy, and I'm not that in much of a hurry for this to stop just yet," I confessed while blushing. "See, I knew it! Now, I have a studio apartment, as it happens. Yeah, I have a little more money than you. Sorry, but think of it this way....if it comes down to it, you can crash at my pad whenever you need....hell, you could move in with me where I am, if you don't mind sharing a full-size bed with a lesbian. Tonight, at least, you really should crash with me. You can check for another pair of those undies tomorrow when you get home to the dorm," Marin assured me to my surprise. "Oh, okay...that doesn't sound so bad. You won't mind if I jack off if it comes to that, will you?" I asked her, knowing that I was likely to be very aroused by her body, especially if dressed in some kind of nightie or whatever she wore. "Considering that I sleep naked, I'd be very surprised if you didn't stroke....and kinda hurt, in fact, that I didn't excite you enough for that, despite my proclivities," Marin toyed with me a little longer. "You sleep naked? Wow....so the only one clothed in the apartment would be me. That doesn't sound very fair, since it's your apartment, if you ask me," I noted, which made her smile. "So, sleep naked, too," she suggested, making me doubt her proclaimed sexuality for the first time, really. "Okay, sure if you're okay with my cock pressing against your bare ass," I warned her. "Doesn't bother me. You see....I lied," she told me as she got me safely on the road. "You lied?" I expressed some confusion now. "I'm not gay at all...well, I'm bi, but what girl in college isn't these days, until they decide if they are really bi or just curious," Marin confessed to my shock. "So...what else have you lied about, Marin? Are you even Norwegian?" I asked her to be sure, "do you really have a place?" "Yes and yes. I only lied about being gay to get you to relax around me....and okay, I lied about the monogamy thing. Quite the opposite in fact. I just wanted to kill the tension of our first date, and so I did," Marin blushed a little and she gave me a worried look, as if I would be furious with her. "Well, it worked. I was very relaxed. It also proves that I have no gaydar when it comes to women, that's for sure. I really believed that you were gay. You put on a very convincing front of being a lesbian friend to me. So....you're really saying that you want to do things with me," I asked her to clarify and confirm what I suspected. "Not just things, Mister. I've seen the real you. I like what I see. No façade for a blind date. I saw the real you and how you treat people. You were flirty without being overly aggressive. You....really turned me on. I badly want to sleep with you. Tonight. Come on, let's you're your virginity. Yeah....I was lying about that. Lucky you, since I have the experience to teach you some tricks to please not just me but other women as well. I'm polyamorous, too. As long as I feel truly loved and secure by someone.....I can do a lot of things for my man...or men, depending on the circumstances," Marin assured me. "Or woman, in case you had hooked up with a woman," I noted. "Sure, if it's the right kind of woman. Why not? It just happened to be you. I think that we are developing feelings for each other, right? And we haven't even fucked yet. I can tell that you already were, even when you thought that I was gay. That's because you love me as a person. It happens. I did think that I was gay for a while, so I did come out like that to my parents, which made it more awkward later when I realized that I was actually bi. But Mom handled that one and told me, with her typical candor, 'You're young. It's so easy to be certain about things and be wrong about them when you are young. That's part of being young, to learn what you were wrong about.' Very wise, both of my parents. I love them both so much. But, yeah...when I realized that I wasn't gay, it was because I had a huge crush on this one man....who was gay. It was earlier this year, in fact," she explained to me. "So, this deal with Veronica and the...three to a bed, you were more serious about it than I thought," I recalled. "Oh, like a heart attack, darling. You, me, and her....wouldn't that be terrific. Maybe add the Red Satin Lady, too, since she craves you so much. But for now, let's get inside my apartment and have wild, crazy, primal sex....how does that sound?" Marin invited me into her studio apartment and promptly attacked me when I joined her. Marin was definitely the aggressor here. The next that I knew, my pants were off and her lips encircled the head of my cock. Before I could fully process this, she had practically inhaled my dick and gagged on it a little now. I nearly buckled from the impact of her warm mouth, like a pussy, though I didn't get the comparison in my mind until later, swallowing my cock inside her. Her tongue licked me furiously, as if she were at the Dairy Queen or something and my dick was a sundae or something like that which she was afraid would melt. Well, if it melted, it would have been from the heat of her sweet mouth. "Damn, Marin! You've just about eaten my cock!" I exclaimed. "Well, if it grew back instantly and didn't cause you pain, I would gulp it down for dessert," Marin confessed, winking at me. "That's some admission on your part," I grinned, just before I realized that I was about cum down her throat. "Um...Marin....I'm about to cum now," I warned her. When Marin didn't stop, it was quite clear that she didn't mind that idea. In fact, she began sucking my dick with a vengeance, as if resolved to drain my balls before we even got to the actual sex....then again, as it turned out, that was the exact idea. As a male virgin, this moment was high in pressure and I was very excited...perhaps overheated. There was the very real risk or fear that on my first try, I could be premature, but if I came once already that night, I could take it slower. When I actually came down Marin's throat, she swallowed it all with unmistakable pleasure, licked her lips for more of it, and then removed her top, a rather business casual affair that blurred the lines between a T-shirt and blouse. Underneath that, she had no bra on at all, and I could see her fine and perky, if average-sized, bosom. Her tits certainly seemed nice enough for my standards, at least, and when she closed the distance to press them to my body, I shivered for a second to realize that this was actually happening.....I was about to give this lovely Norwegian co-ed my virginity. Then Marin pulled up her skirt and removed it, just in time for me to see her...red....satin...panties. Yes, there they were, evidence that she was my stalker, or so I thought at that moment...but most of the incidents happened when she was gone or with me, even....was there more than one? "You....you're involved in this?" I gasped in shock. "Shh...just relax, darling, and let me take care of you. I'll explain what I'm at liberty to tell you shortly, but for now, let's get it on...rid you of that unwanted virginity," she pulled up even closer as she put her finger to my lips. Pretty soon, I was on my back, while Marin slid down her panties and straddled my face before leaning over for a 69 with me. I could definitely get used to the taste and smell of her sweet, soft, succulent...juicy pussy. My tongue and lips played purely on instinct, but from the way that Marin thrashed and shook while she sat on my face and sucked my dick, I must have stumbled onto some good tricks. It wasn't all wine and roses, of course. A couple of my oral movements didn't quite do it for her, so she would nudge me a little to get back to what worked for her. Still, for a virgin, I wasn't doing too bad. Before I knew it, however, I was fully hard and Marin was wet enough that she switched positions and mounted me in the reverse cowgirl position, letting me grab her ass while she rode me. She began shuddering and before I knew it, she came several times on my cock. I didn't find out why until afterward, but it didn't matter to the young male virgin that I was up to that point....and now wasn't. At last, I had rid myself of that pesky "virgin" label, something that I would never miss. I did my best to keep control of my urges and I was able to do remarkably well for a good while longer thanks to having cum earlier, but even so, it was a bit of a struggle for me. Then, of course, Marin cursed in Norwegian and squeezed my cock very tightly, forcing me to spill inside her for the first time ever in a woman's pussy. I had no way to fight it happening, as my cock and balls twitched and jerked, my load spurting out several times into her twat. She held on a bit long until every last rope went inside her, after which she slid off me and lay next to me on the bed. "So, Inspector Hirsch, what would you like to know about the Red Satin Club?" Marin winked as she gave me a French kiss that made my heart jump and kept my dick from softening too much yet, though it wasn't stiff anymore. "For starters, why are some of its members so invested in my life and how many of them, for that matter? And how did you know when I was not around? Do you keep tabs on me?" I inquired, truly curious after I came up for air. "Actually, all of us are invested in you. Very much so. And yes, we keep tabs on you. It was...kind of your mother's idea. She used to be a cat burglar, but she's changed these days. Bet you didn't know that about your mom, did you? And, yes, some of those panties left on your pillow have been and will be hers. It started out with her fellow alumni from her old sorority, but when the leadership didn't want anything to do with her crazy idea, she recruited among the nerdier, quirkier set. It's panned out very well for her, in fact. And there are her co-workers from her strip club, of course," Marin confessed, much to my shock. "Mom's.....a stripper?" I was truly stunned now. "Yes, she is....cousin," Marin added her most shocking information yet. "Cousin?" I wasn't sure what she meant by that. "Um...yes, you see, your Uncle Sam married my mother, Astrid. You didn't know that?" Marin explained, leaving me astonished. "So....we've....committed...incest," I finally blurted, knowing no fancy way around it. "Yes, we're kissing cousins, lover, among a few other things, and don't tell me that you didn't love it, either. Remember what I said about wanting your seed? Well, you just gave it to me, cousin," Marin smiled as she kissed me on the mouth. "You mean....?" I wondered now. "I'm fertile. On your first run, you've probably knocked me up. Still, doesn't hurt to try again and again, until it takes for sure. I don't know if we can marry, being first cousins, but it doesn't matter. You'll always be Daddy to my spawn that you've given me and you'll always be my cousin. My beloved, virile cousin," Marin assured me. "And why am I so integral to this Red Satin Club of my mother's? Why does she leave her panties on my pillow? Why do you any of you do this? Soaked panties, too? For that matter, whose panties did you lick earlier tonight?" I was full of more questions. "Well, for starters, those were your mother's panties that I tasted. Yummy. Yeah. I love eating her out. Aunt Sarah. Delicious. I could lick her pussy all night, especially while you fuck me. Even better if you give me a creampie to eat from her cunt," Marin suggested. "You mean...cum in my mother's pussy?" I was a little startled at that idea. "Sure. Who did you think that she was thinking of when she came? Your father? I think not. No, she's been obsessed with the idea of 'atoning' for her 'sins' against you by servicing your sexual needs for some time now. She wants to help you out with college, relationships, sex, all kinds of things that she didn't help with when you were younger, all because she was a criminal back then and didn't want to expose you to it. She brought in some of her old cellmates, too, but not the ones who might displease you," Marin explained a bit more. "And your role in this began because you're my cousin? Did you go to this school because of me?" I wondered now. 'Yes to both. Look, we've been....keeping tabs on you for a good while now. Quite a while. We're trying to help you out a bit, make amends for what was done to you. But it's not just you. The Red Satin Club is all about sexual...reconciliation. With sons, brothers, husbands, ex-husbands, and all other men....and women that we've wronged in our lives. People that we've bullied. People that we've mistreated. Ex-boyfriends that we cheated on. Ex-fiancés who were left standing at the altar. It's become a real thing of late. As Aunt Sarah says, 'It's not just men who have wronged women. Sometimes, women have wronged men, as well as other women. We're here to atone and to heal, and we will use our bodies, hearts, souls, and minds to do it.' We hope to open chapters in other parties of the country someday, too. "And, yes, your mother would do something for your father, but for the fact of your stepmother standing in her way. She told me that she'll take that regret to her grave that she didn't get to make those kind of amends as she had originally planned. She might do some other things for him, if he'll accept the help, but he can't know about this. I know this is rather....unorthodox, to put it mildly, but you really should let your mother help you out. You've been a virgin until recently. You still could use some....assistance in becoming a proper lothario, and don't even try telling me that you don't want to be one. That shit won't fly with me. I'm your cousin. Our side of the family aren't the prudes that your father's side are, you know. It was never going to work out, your Dad and Aunt Sarah, you know. Too damn different. A toxic marriage. Poisonous to both of them," Marin told me as she got on her knees in front of me. "Okay, time to take my ass. Just use plenty of lube, please," she bluntly announced. "Your ass? What brought that on? Not that I'm complaining, of course," I blurted out. "It's simple. I'm your cousin....Your cousin, Jacob. I'm family. I trust you. I love you. Hell, I adore you now. Now, come on and fuck your slutty cousin's tight ass," Marin invited me. "Still got the wild, adventurous spirit of the Vikings within you, don't you?" I teased her a little as I lubed her up and tried my fingers first. "Yes, I do, cousin! Oooh....fingers, nice prep work! Who gave you that idea?" Marin probed me for a change while I prepare to probe her. "Oh, a gay friend told me a horror story of an anecdote of what can happen if you don't use fingers first. It can really tear a person's sphincter up and we don't want that, do we? We want you to have pleasure, not pain," I noted as I finally eased my dick into her butt. I took it fairly easy at first, but then once Marin indicated that she had adjusted to my cock by her little non-verbal cues, I started to thrust a little more inside her bottom. Pretty soon, I was balls deep and raiding her ass like I was the Viking, not her. She kept meeting my cock with her hips and buns, her movements strongly demonstrating to me her willingness to have me bottom out inside her. I pulled her lovely blonde hair as well, my mouth and my breath hot against her neck as I invaded her butt. I took her repeatedly, much to her delight, and then just as she tensed up and came....the damn cell phone rang. To my shock, Marin answered it right away, while I was still buried deep in her ass. What she heard only made her tense up and soon she wasn't able to let anything escape her lips but groans and moans...and more curses now and then in Norwegian. She came very noisily and wetly, messily even. I could smell, hear, and feel her climax as it happened....and I had no choice but to cum myself, emptying out what had managed to build in the meantime from my balls into her booty. As I withdrew from Marin's tush, she rose from beneath me, put the phone on speaker, and said, "Say hello to your mother, please, Jacob." "Mom?" I was too stunned to think about the weirdness of talking to my own mother right after sodomizing my cousin. "Hi, Jake. I've missed you. And, yes, I know it was my own fault. So very sorry, but if you can try to forgive me, I'd really like to do my part to make amends," my mother's voice came over the speaker, "oh, and Marin really does love it in the ass, you know, in case you didn't notice." "Okay....good to know. A little weird to hear that from my own mother, though," I reacted guardedly. "Honey, there's nothing wrong with being weird. It's being normal that sucks ass, and not in a good way. So, can you forgive your stupid, silly mother for leading a life of crime that took me away from home and finished up my already wrecked marriage," Mom asked me. "Well, Mom, I'm going to try and listen to you at least. After all of the effort that you went to in order to get my attention, I owe you that much. I'll meet you here or somewhere else if you prefer. We're at Marin's place, after all. I assume that you know all about that," I remarked. "Sure, I can meet you there....and thanks for at least hearing me out. I'll make damn sure that you never come to regret it. It's a start in the right direction, after all," Mom told me right before hanging up. As I reeled from the shocking realization that I had agreed to meet my mother again for the first time since she left us, Marin quickly stole my attention by gesturing for me to join her in the shower.....and what sort of man turns down a shower like that?