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Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 01

By: Reefkeeper



Try as she might she couldn't make the phone stop ringing by force of will. It was the third time in the last 15 minutes that it had droned on insistently so she assumed it was probably her mother and that the only way she could get it to stop would be to answer it. She picked up the beastly instrument.

"What now, Mother?"

"However did you know it was me?"

"Because you're the only one I know who wouldn't be satisfied until she robbed me of any shot at a decent night's sleep."

"Be fair, Darling, I did wait until after breakfast!"

"Yes you did Mother but being as how you're in London and you're six hours ahead of me that doesn't help much. It's only four AM in dear old Connecticut."

"Oh, I forgot, but it's just that I wanted you to know that it's not my fault! Your father just won't budge and besides since it is business I suppose we'll just have to forgive him."

Lisa rolled over and rubbed some of the sleep from her eyes. In the middle of a yawn she said, "I'm really pleased that at least one of us knows what you're talking about."

"Your father's scheduled some meetings with Jack Maroni, something to do with his family's holdings in Italy. Anyway we'll be staying at his family's place in Bellagio for the entire month of July."

Lisa sat up like a shot. "Mother I hereby retract every bad thing I've said about you for the last three weeks. When I had to give up on going to Cozumel with all my friends just so I could do the family thing to celebrate my 18th birthday at the cabin I really wanted to trade you in for another mother but to summer in the most beautiful city on Lake Como? Trust me, all is forgiven!"

"Sweetheart that's the problem! The invitation extended to your father and me only, so you'll have to stay in the states this year. I'll make it up to you and we'll do Aspen for the Christmas holidays, all right? You've always loved it there, haven't you?"

Lisa couldn't have been more disappointed. She found she had no desire to scream at her mother so rather than continue the conversation toward that inevitable outcome, she just gently hung up and unplugged the phone. It took her about a half hour to get back to sleep... she really was starting to believe that you can't fall asleep if your tears are still wet.

Four hours later she was in that half awake state laying on her back weighing the pros and cons of sleeping away the entire summer when her roommate Sally rolled in after spending the night in her boyfriend's dorm. She took one look at Lisa and said, "Wow, you look shittier than I feel and I'm the one who's hung over!"

Lisa looked at her roommate, "That's because my summer's fucked! It's too late to book Cozumel, no Bellagio, not even the family cabin in the Finger Lakes fishing with my brother and Dad! About a half hour ago I decided I might as well sign up for a few summer session classes and pick up a few credits."

"No, no, no, no, girl, if ever I knew a girl who needs an injection of serious partying besides myself, you're her." Sally sat on Lisa's bed, pushed the sheet down to her waist and started massaging the girl's bare back and neck. After about three minutes she said, "Remember about when we were planning for Cozumel? I got the impression that you'd pretty much decided that you were going to lose your cherry down there, right?"

"I guess so. Actually that was to have been one of the highlights of my trip. I'm not sure who was going to get it yet, but someone was going to be offered the first chance to fuck me!"

"Okay, then I know what you should do! Talk to Marjorie Mantzer!"

Lisa barely knew the girl Sally had referred to. They shared one class, Organic Chemistry, so Lisa would probably never would have spoken to her except that they were paired up for one lab assignment. Lisa recalled her impressions of the girl; very bright, 4.0 grade point, blonde, 5'7" tall, serious rack of 34D's, pretty face, slim figure, pretty much any campus hound's wet dream except she always politely blew of every attempt to hit on her, whether coming from male or female. The class had always referred to her by a nickname... "You mean Brainiac?"

"The very same! You should try to hook up with her for the summer. I think it'd be good for you."

Lisa tilted her head and looked at her roommate. 

"A, I didn't know you even knew the girl. 

B, although I could see getting together with her if I was studying, since she's almost as smart as I am, but she always seemed kind of stand-offish to me. 

But C, why would I want to be around a girl who shoots down every guy who approaches her if my goal is to get laid?

Where's she going for the summer, anyway?"

"I have no idea and neither does she and by the way she might even be smarter than you."

Lisa smiled at that. Sally continued, "Okay this is 'roommate secret' stuff. Marj is kind of a private person, all right?

We got to know each other last year in ground school when I was studying for my Private Pilot's exam. Since then we try to stay in touch on at least a weekly basis, sort of a Starbuck's relationship. Her family has zero money but she's on a full academic scholarship and because she doesn't want work to interfere with her studies she earns all her year's pocket money at her summer job."

Lisa rolled over and sat up straight, her large breasts temporarily distracting Sally. Lisa said, "You want me to work this summer? Hello! In case it escaped your notice I don't really need the money and..."

"Shut up and let me talk, okay?" Sally reached out and tweaked one of Lisa's nipples. "Where was I? Oh yeah, she works a ten week contract for an entertainment service every summer. Last year she didn't have any idea where they'd send her but she wound up spending time in Costa Rica, Hydra, off the coast of Greece, three weeks on a yacht in the Seychelles, and some other places I've forgotten."

Lisa was suspicious but still curious. "What kind of entertainment service?"

"Don't be dense, Lisa. She spends her summer partying. She's a professional party girl. The only difference between what you were going to do in Cozumel and what she'll be doing all over the world is that the service picks out which parties she attends and she never says no!"

Lisa's mind was in overdrive trying to process all the information she'd just been given. She looked at Sally for more than a minute before saying, "Are you sure they're still hiring?"

"That's what Marj said yesterday."

Lisa giggled. "Sally I think I want to do this! I can't believe I'm saying it but I think it might be cool to be a whore for the summer, especially since no one I know will know about it! Call her and set it up!"

The next few weeks disappeared in a flash. Lisa had met with Marjorie twice, once that same evening that Sally had told her about Marj's summer job and once when Marj accompanied her into The City to interview and get some promotional shots taken for the agency. She'd received a call telling her when she and Margie were expected in New York right after their last classes were over but other than being told that they'd be flying to Miami as their first stop, she still had no idea where she was going after that.

Marjorie had finished her last class that morning and Lisa was sure that her one o'clock comparative lit. class was going to be dismissed as soon as she turned in her final paper.

A car service had picked them up and drove the two girls to LaGuardia for the first leg of their journey. Marjorie reached over and squeezed Lisa's hand. "Nervous?"

"Big time! I'm glad I didn't eat much this morning 'cause I'm afraid I might've barfed it up on the plane!"

"Want me to tell the driver to turn around and take you back?"

Lisa squeezed back. "No, I'm going to do this thing. I don't back down!"

"Well if it makes you feel any better I thought I'd mention your 'issue' to our host so he can treat it accordingly."

"What issue?"

"You know, the virginity thing."

"Oh that issue! What difference would telling him make?"

"Most young guys treat a cherry as if it were a scalp to be hung on their lodge pole. Most mature men will probably treat you with the tenderness you deserve... unless you wind up with some asshole. Talking to our host will steer you away from the assholes."

"So you figure we'll be in action tonight?"

Marjorie smiled, "Trust me, Lisa, you won't be a virgin when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Lisa said, to no one in particular, "Ohmygod, this is really going to happen!"

In the drop-off lane at the airport the limo driver gave their luggage to a skycap. He leaned in and kissed Lisa's cheek saying, "Don't worry sweetheart you'll do fine. I only wish it was going to be me tonight!"

Lisa looked back at him for a few seconds before throwing her arms around him and kissing him back with a lot of tongue. "Me too! Let's get back in the car."

The driver gently brushed some stray hairs out of her face and pointed at a sign. "Sorry but it says loading and unloading only." He gave her one last kiss on her forehead and drove away.

Lisa hooked Marjorie's arm and began walking into the terminal. "I feel good! He really relaxed me and maybe even made me a little horny! Let's do this thing."

They were met at the airport and driven to a pier where the largest boat Lisa had ever seen was moored. Her Dad kept a cruiser at Stuyvesant Yacht Club on City Island so she knew a little about boats. She tugged on Marjorie's sleeve. "This is unbelievable!"

"Big, isn't it?"

"Big? I have no idea how big this behemoth is but see those tenders hanging on davits on either side of the stern? I know what those are 'cause my dad has one. Those are 41 foot Bertrams! You could hook Moby Dick from one of those!"

Two stewards took their bags and the two girls were led to their staterooms. "Ladies my name is Andrew and I'm the Head Steward assigned to all the young ladies on board for this cruise. If I might suggest it, you may want to clean up from your trip and get changed for cocktails. You'll find cocktail dresses, shoes and hose in the correct sizes in your rooms. Underwear will not be necessary. I'll be back at 6:30 to lead you to the lounge. Have either of you any questions?"

Lisa asked, "Andrew, just how many 'young ladies' are on board?"

"The Captain's wife Mrs. Dianne Raymer, Mrs. Elizabeth Denton, Mrs. Linda Rice, and six of you 'unattached' staff members."

Marjorie then asked, "Whose boat is this, Andrew, or perhaps I might be better off asking whom I should make a special request of?"

"Your host is Mr. Denton, Marjorie, but all guest/staff issues go through me. What can I do for you?"

"Well I just wanted to bring it to his attention that this is Lisa's first time and I was hoping she might be handled with kid gloves this evening."

Andrew looked at Lisa and asked, "Do you mean first time as a commercial transaction or..."

Lisa blushed as she looked at the floor. "I'm still a virgin."

Andrew didn't look as if the news in any way surprised him. "I see. Thank you for bringing that to my attention. I'll make sure Mr. Denton is made aware of that fact."

After Lisa got out of the shower she slipped on a garter belt and put on the stockings which had been left for her. She had never dressed without any underwear before but all thoughts of that flew out of her mind when she donned the cobalt blue dress. She slipped her feet into the matching shoes and went next door to Marjorie's room. She burst in and exclaimed, "This is undoubtedly the most beautiful dress I've ever seen before. I feel like royalty!"

Marjorie looked her up and down. "You should, it's an Armani."

At 6:30 Andrew arrived at Lisa's open stateroom door with two other girls in tow. One was an overwhelming brunette beauty built along the lines of Catherine Zeta Jones and the other was a true 'spinner' as the guys liked to say; a statuesque figure on a blonde standing barely 4'9" tall. Andrew led them all to the lounge and introduced them all to their host. A steward took their drink orders and as the other girls became involved in conversations with various guests Mr. Denton leaned over and whispered in Lisa's ear. "Mingle, meet the guests, but if anyone wants to enjoy your charms just tell them that you've promised yourself to me this evening. I've got to play host for a while longer but to be honest I can't wait to show you my cabin!" He squeezed her ass before patting it to send her into the crowd.

It turned out to be a good thing Mr. Denton had forewarned Lisa because at least six men had offered to take her back to their staterooms to "get better acquainted". She'd had three Orange Crushes, was feeling an appropriate buzz and at this point she felt like the Belle of the Ball whose ultimate duty was to give sex to everyone on board. An imposing redhead in a translucent gray sheath came over to her. "Hello Lisa, I'm Elizabeth Denton but please just call me Liz. My husband asked me to escort you to our cabin if you're free right now?"

Lisa extended her hand as she said, "Pleased to meet you Liz. I've been waiting for his summons so just lead the way." As they walked down a hallway toward the upper deck staterooms Lisa had to ask. "So I guess if you're fetching me then it must be all right with you?"

Liz looked at her and asked, "Then what's all right dear?"

"All right for he and I... for the two of us to... you know!"

Liz laughed, "Oh that 'he and I'. Yes of course it's all right. In fact if you don't mind, I'll be joining you. You really do have a delicious looking body."

Lisa almost purred as she replied, "Oh I don't mind one little bit!" As they continued to walk Lisa unzipped the dress under her left arm so Liz could get a good look at her as she swung her arm.

The stateroom was palatial but Lisa barely had time to see it before Liz had swept her into her arms and was kissing her lips as she slid Lisa's frock to the floor. Liz just had to shrug her shoulders and her own dress joined Lisa's. Lisa had never been with a woman before but it seemed totally natural as she slipped to her knees and began running her tongue over her hostess's labia. Liz' knees almost buckled when Lisa exposed and then began sucking her clit, so she took the young girl by the arms and led her to the bed.

At that point Mr. Denton came into the room wearing a gold colored flocked robe. "I'm sorry to be late, Lisa, but as I see Liz has been entertaining you I suppose it wasn't so terribly bad.

Can I fix either of you anything?"

Liz responded. "Something sticky that goes well with breasts! Grand Marnier I think might fill the order."

"Excellent choice since GM goes equally well with both breasts and pussy! While you're concentrating on Lisa's magnificent tits I think I'll pour some over that soon-to-be-shaved bush of hers." The next thing Lisa knew they were pouring the sweet liqueur over her breasts, down her belly and between her legs. The feast had begun and Lisa was the main course.

Maybe it was because she'd been drinking. Perhaps Mr. Denton was just particularly skilled at eating pussy or it could just have been the idea of having these two use her as a sex toy, but Lisa came more quickly than she had ever done before. She arched her back into a wrestler's bridge and jammed her pussy into Mr. Denton's face as he slurped up what seemed to be pints of Lisa's ejaculate. Liz clapped her hands together in mock applause as Lisa half rolled over and grabbed the GM bottle.

Lisa pushed Mr. Denton onto his back and poured some of the amber liquid over his genitals. She then turned so as to offer her pussy to her hostess and lowered her face to her Master's cock. She took each ball into her mouth and scrubbed them clean with her tongue before moving to the 7" member which was tapping her cheek as it throbbed. While she was working on his testicles she'd decided that she wanted to try to deep throat him on her first blowjob so she opened wide and kept sliding the sticky rod in until it hit the entrance to her throat. She only paused for a moment and then she continued pushing and Denton's cock slid all the way down her throat until her face was buried in his pubic hair. She was sure she was going to be able to continue but the aromatic alcohol's fumes filled her nostrils and made her pull back. At this point she began sucking the liqueur from the bed of hair just as Liz' tongue assaulted her clit.

Lisa couldn't count how many orgasms she'd had. Likewise she couldn't believe her pussy was already sore just from the workout given it by the Dentons' tongues, but it didn't really matter now because the moment had at last arrived. Liz had gone back to sucking Lisa's breasts as her husband started rubbing his cock up and down Lisa's slit. Before she knew it the head had entered her and Denton began 'shallow fucking' her, making sure that each stroke stopped short of her hymen.

At first Lisa was apprehensive about the coming pain, but it just didn't arrive. Denton seemed content to just keep pounding her with the same short strokes. Finally Lisa just couldn't take it anymore. All nervousness gone, she began arching her hips to meet every thrust of Denton's, forcing his cock deeper into her with every stroke. Finally he burst through and fully buried his cock into her. He stopped fucking her, waiting for Lisa to take the initiative. She didn't need to be asked. She reached behind him, grabbed his ass, and began driving him into her as hard as she could. Happily Denton took over and resumed his relentless pounding of her pussy. Lisa locked her ankles over the small of his back, dug her nails into his shoulders and kept slamming her pelvis into him. She was thoroughly enjoying her first fuck.

Lisa was vaguely aware that Liz had gotten up and left the room but was enjoying the sex so much it occupied one hundred percent of her attention. Every time it seemed that Denton was about to cum she slowed the pace down so as to make the fucking to go on forever. She flashed on Audrey Hepburn's Eliza Doolittle singing "I could have fucked... all night, I could have sucked... all night... and still have fucked... some more!" Well at least she should have sung it that way!

Lisa heard Liz come back into the room but she didn't care. She could feel Denton getting close to his climax and as much as she wanted the fucking to go on and on, she also wanted to give him the most powerful orgasm he'd ever had. She tightened her vaginal muscles around his cock and dug her nails into the cheeks of his ass driving him as deeply into her as the position would allow. Her legs were trapped against his chest and her toes were pointing at the ceiling as her hips rotated to give him an added dimension to the fuck. She had no idea how long she could continue squeezing his cock with her vagina's muscles but in her heart she vowed it would be long enough. Just when it seemed Denton was ready to explode Lisa stuck her finger into his asshole.

Denton roared as he came. Lisa loved the feeling as each burst of semen exploded into her. Finally, thoroughly exhausted, Denton allowed his weight to fall onto Lisa's body. He rolled her so they were on their sides, still locked in a tight embrace. They were both giggling. Lisa started showering his face with kisses saying, "Thank you, thank you so much. This was so better than anything I could have choreographed."

Denton kissed her nose. "I should be thanking you for one of the most intense fucks I've ever had! I would never have expected it from a virgin effort! I also was completely bowled over by the way you controlled the end. I was completely aware that you didn't want it to end then but you were willing to forgo your own pleasure so you could add to mine. It's the least I can do to let the fucking continue."


Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 01



Lisa's face lit up. You're ready again already?" She kissed his nose.

Denton continued to bathe her face and neck with kisses as he shifted his body off the lower half of her body. "I'm sort of ready to continue! You've heard of men occasionally needing marital aids? Well I knew you didn't want the fuck to end so I sent Lisa out to get a marital aid for me."

Lisa looked over Denton's shoulder and saw one of the other guests, she was pretty sure his name was Bruce something, climbing onto the bed between her outstretched legs. Denton still had his arms around her and he leaned down and drove his tongue deep into her mouth just as Lisa felt the other man's cock slide into her already dripping pussy.

Intellectually Lisa knew that this was totally weird, but it felt so good! It really was like she was still fucking Denton, but he was using a stunt cock to help him out. She could feel that Bruce was a little larger than Denton had been and it wasn't long before he brought her to another orgasm. Then she heard him speak for the first time just as Denton shifted his lips to her nipples. "Lisa I know that up to this point I've just been a stand-in for Rick, but since I've made you cum do you think it'd be okay if you started fucking me? I think I'd really enjoy that."

Liz climbed onto the bed and said, "I second that request! Besides, I want to borrow my husband's mouth." Liz straddled Denton's face and lowered her pussy onto his waiting tongue.

Lisa then wrapped her arms around Bruce's neck and pulled his mouth down to her eager lips. Liz quickly began cumming onto Denton's face. When she regained her composure she leaned down, gave both Lisa and Bruce kisses on their cheeks saying, "My husband's starting to get sticky in places I didn't know he had! I'm sending him to the showers."

Lisa and Bruce were locked into a delightful rhythm but a corner of her brain registered the sound of the running water of Denton's shower as well as Liz going to the cabin door and opening it a crack. Apparently she'd signaled someone as in short order she opened the door a bit wider to admit another party guest. This guy's name, Lisa remembered, was Daniel... not Dan, Daniel!

Lisa laughed out loud and between gasps for breath managed to shout "Choo choo" while looking at Daniel. He just smiled and removed his clothes. He took one of the armchairs and moved it to a better position to watch the show. Lisa thought "So, not only will I be pulling a train this evening but I'll be doing it before an audience! Cool!" She quickly realized she enjoyed fucking even more when others were watching.

As soon as Bruce came he rolled to the side and continued to kiss Lisa's tits as Daniel's cock slid into her. Denton emerged from the shower still toweling his hair and asked Liz, "Want a flute of bubbly, Darling?" Liz was still sitting on the bed beside Lisa. She nodded yes while gently stroking the girl's hair. The two men were still concentrating on her tits and pussy but Bruce managed to lift his head long enough to ask for a Dewar's rocks. Denton replied "Coming right up" and wandered out into the hall to retrieve the drinks.

When Denton returned Lisa noticed he had another guest who she didn't recognize in tow along with Marjorie. They were both naked and the man pulled another chair up close to the bed. He sat and joined the audience with Margie on his lap. Liz gestured for Denton to come over saying "Thank God you're back! I need to pee so bad." As she got up to head for the bathroom Denton took over her seat on the bed as well as the task of softly combing Lisa's hair with his fingers.

Lisa looked up at Denton saying, "You don't have to!" referring to his stroking her hair.

Denton leaned over and whispered into her ear, "As long as this train runs one of us, either Liz or I, will be at your side, touching you in some way so you'll know there's someone to protect you in case any guest gets a little overeager!"

Lisa could feel the orgasm building but she had forgotten who was on top of her. When he arched up and fired his load into her thrusting pussy she screamed with pleasure and recognized her partner as being Ralph, the lawyer from D.C.

As Ralph got up to head for the bathroom Lisa looked around the room. There were only three members of her audience left and two of them had fallen asleep. Bruce got up from his chair and started to approach Lisa's spread-eagled legs when Denton said, "Bruce I'm sorry but maybe tomorrow, okay guy? Every male guest has boarded Lisa's train at least once tonight and it's five thirty AM. It's time Liz and I took our little ex-virgin into the shower and back to her room. We'll stay with her in her bed to make sure no one tries to barge in for some early morning seconds or thirds. Besides, our bed looks like it's got a major tributary of the Cum River flowing through the middle of it." He patted Bruce on the back.

"If you have to get your rocks off I think little Brittany is alone in her room but to be sure, you can check with Andrew. One way or the other, though, this train's back in the station!"

The shower revived Lisa enough to contemplate the effort the Dentons had put into insuring that her deflowering became an enjoyable event. She smiled, thinking that had someone told her a scant month ago that she'd lose her virginity to a train of 14 guys and two women she have had them committed but here she was showering cups of dried semen off her body, out of her hair and flowing out of her pussy. She turned around and kissed each of the Dentons and then stepped from the shower. The three of them toweled each other off and climbed into the king sized bed with Lisa wedged between them. Liz leaned across her to kiss Denton goodnight and within minutes the two of them had fallen asleep, each one holding one of Lisa's breasts. Lisa felt completely safe as she drifted off.

She awoke to an empty room. The bed on either side of her was cold so Lisa assumed the Dentons had left quite a while ago. The clock on the nightstand said it was 3:30 so she rolled out from under the covers, got up and headed for the bathroom. She paused in front of the floor to ceiling mirror and checked her well-used body for any bruises or evidence of what it had been through last night. It looked the same, exactly the same. She said aloud, "So that's what a whore's body looks like!" She went in and peed.

Rather than get showered and dressed she decided to slip on a bikini and try the pool she'd seen on the upper deck. As soon as she left the room she found Andrew sitting reading a book, apparently waiting for her. "Good afternoon Lisa, how are you feeling?"

Lisa thought for a moment, searching for the correct word. "Worn, I think I feel a bit worn this afternoon. I was going to go for a swim if that's okay."

He smiled. "That's quite okay. Actually most of the guests have gone into town for some duty free shopping. Besides you and I the only others still aboard beside the crew are Betty, Cindy, and Mr. Holt."

Lisa tilted her head as if to indicate that she had no idea who those people were. Andrew elaborated, "Betty Taylor is the diminutive young blonde lady..."

Lisa laughed, "Oh the spinner!"

That cracked a smile on Andrew. "Cyndi Ryan is a brunette, 5'5" or so with extraordinary breasts and Mr. Bruce Holt is..."

Lisa interrupted, "Oh I remember Bruce! He's the banker who was the second guy to join my tra..." She paused. "What the Hell, it's always nice to have a confidante and I think you'd fill the bill rather nicely. I ran a train last night. All fourteen guys, Marjorie and Mrs. Denton all had sex with me over the course of the evening."

"I'd be more than happy to be your confidante. In the interest of honesty and openness though I should let you know that it's part of my job to know everything that goes on regarding our young ladies so I already knew about your night's... exercise regimen.

Mr. Holt is in the spa enjoying Cindy's company and Betty is in the afterdeck lounge."

"How do I get to the lounge and am I dressed appropriately?"

"Down this corridor the elevator is the third door on the right. Take it to L. You look fine; Betty was wearing a diaphanous see-through robe when last I saw her. "

As Lisa walked into the bar she was immediately greeted by the tiny blonde. I don't think we were ever introduced last night, I'm Betty and what would you like to drink? I'm having Bloodys, pretty good mix, too!"

Lisa extended her hand. "Lisa, and a Bloody sounds great!"

Betty gave the bartender Lisa's drink order. "So you're the notorious Lisa who pulled a rather long train to dispense with her cherry! I would have imagined you'd be too sore to walk, yet here you are, back into the fray!"

Lisa took a sip of her drink. "Umm, you're right it's really good. I feel okay, actually my pussy's not complaining nearly as much as my jaw and tongue. 

I was going for a swim, want to join me?"

Betty sighed, "I knew I should have put a suit on when I came out! What the Hell..." She shrugged off the robe and, putting her drink by the edge of the pool, jumped in. Lisa considered shedding her bikini to make Betty feel less like the Lone Ranger but rejected the thought and dove in. Betty had pulled two of the pool loungers into the pool. "Want one?"

Lisa got Betty's drink and put it in the drink holder in one of the loungers. "Hop aboard. I'll keep your drink from spilling." When the two of them were reclining and floating side by side, drinks in hand, Lisa said, "I can think of worse ways to recover from overindulging!"

"It doesn't suck does it?

So since you popped your cherry last night you're obviously on your maiden trip for the Agency. How did you hear about them?"

"I go to school with one of the other girls, Marjorie Mantzer. My parents fucked me out of the summer vacation, it was too late for me to hook up with my friends, so my roommate suggested I talk with Marj... and here I am! You?"

"This is my second summer with them. I teach first grade and can't live the way I want on a teacher's pay. I enjoy commitment free fucking and here I am! I'm borderline almost too old for these gigs were it not for the fact that I can still look like I'm 19."

Lisa smiled, "Try 16! How tall are you, anyway?"

"Four foot nine with eyes that shine!"

"Of course not many sixteen-year-olds have tits like yours!"

Betty laughed, "They look big because I'm so short. I'm not as big as you are." She reached over and slipped her hand under Lisa's bra. "God, these are real!"

"Well yeah! aren't yours?"

"Yeah they're real but you're quite a bit bigger than I am! Take your top off."

Lisa slipped into the water from her lounge, removed her top and then followed it with her bottoms. She threw the suit to the side of the pool and submerged, swimming over to Betty's lounge. She emerged between Betty's legs and rested her chin on the edge of the seat an inch away from the girl's labia. After the two locked eyes for a minute Lisa's tongue started probing. In short order she'd uncovered the other girl's clit and began sucking. Betty slid down in the lounge so that her pussy had become completely accessible. Lisa held onto Betty's hips for buoyancy and continued her assault on the pussy before her.

Lisa was impressed by something right away. Had she been in Betty's position with a strange girl eating her pussy she would have felt compelled to participate in some fashion. She would have either tried to turn it into a 69 or at the very least she'd hold the other girl in some way from just holding her head to supporting her shoulders... something! Betty was completely content just lying back and allowing herself to be done. Lisa interpreted that as showing a lot of self confidence. 

Both girls' attention was diverted for a moment when a voice said, "Oh look, Bruce, I'll bet Lisa doesn't give head anywhere nearly as good as you do."

Lisa never raised her head from her immediate task but Betty replied, "I dunno, Cyn. It feels pretty good..." She paused as the orgasm washed over her. " to me! I'd highly... recommend her!"

Cyndi said, "Heads up everyone, we're about to have company." She pointed over the starboard rail. "One of the launches is returning from Nassau." She turned to Bruce. "If you'll let go of my breasts I'll go back to our staterooms and bring swimsuits for us."

If anything, Bruce grabbed the girl's tits even more tightly. "I'll do no such thing!" he called over to the bartender. "Patrick, call down below to Andrew and have him retrieve swimsuits from Cyndi and my cabins and have them sent up here, will you?" He turned to Betty. "Do either of you girls need anything?"

Lisa now had three fingers in Betty's pussy and her tongue was vigorously assaulting her clit. Betty was rapidly approaching another orgasm but she managed to say, "That's Lisa's suit over... there but... if he could send one... up from my cabin?"

"Patrick add a swimsuit from Betty's cabin as well. Oh, and bring me a Heineken and 2 of whatever the girls in the pool are having, and a white wine for Cyndi."

Cyndi added, "Actually those Bloodys look great Patrick so switch my wine to another one of those."

"Right away."

Cyndi asked Bruce, "I'm about to give you a blowjob. Do you want it in or out of the pool?" Bruce thought for only a second before releasing Cyndi's tits, walking over to the medium-height board, and entering the pool with a very respectable reverse jackknife. Lisa having finished eating Betty, all three girls were able to give Bruce an ovation. Cyndi then walked over to the board and said, "Not to be outdone...", but she jumped twice on the board and cannonballed into the triangle made by the other three.

Patrick brought the drinks to the pool's edge where Bruce raised his glass and toasted the girls. "To a delightful cruise graced with six of the most delightful young ladies it's been my pleasure to come across."

The girls raised their glasses and added in unison, "To Us!"

Lisa asked, "Bruce would it be all right with you if I choreographed your blowjob?"

Bruce smiled, "Choreographed? I suppose so if it's all right with Cyn, after all it was her idea."

Lisa looked over to Cyndi and asked, "Cyn?"

Cyndi laughed, "Sure, knock yourself out!" Lisa jumped from the pool and began tossing more loungers in.

The Bertram launch pulled alongside the gangway and the shoppers boarded the Fantasia with the Dentons near the front of the crowd. Andrew was waiting at the top of the gangway and leaned over to whisper to Liz. She turned and faced the crowd shouting, "Everyone! Hey everybody!" Andrew let out a piercing whistle and heads turned. Lisa continued, ""Everyone leave your packages here with Andrew and he'll bring them to your cabins. There's entertainment on the afterdeck so everyone follow me!"

As the crowd entered the cocktail lounge they gave their drink orders to Patrick and the three additional stewards he'd called up to help. Rick and Lisa wandered over to the edge of the pool and were the first to behold the four link oral sex chain floating there. Bruce was first link in the chain with Cyndi on the next lounger, leaning on his thighs as her head bobbed up and down on his cock. Next came Lisa on her back with her head under Cyndi's pussy as the girl's ankles were hooked over Lisa's shoulders. Betty was the last link with her face similarly buried in Lisa's cunt.

Rick called one of the stewards over as he and Liz started to strip. "Get some more loungers and one of you get into the pool to help link the chain together. I have a feeling this chain's about to get a lot longer!"

Liz added, "And I want my husband at the head of the chain so I'll be blowing him as one of you helps me hook me ankles over Bruce's shoulders. I want him working on my pussy!"

The steward never cracked a smile but just replied, "Yes Ma'am."

The chain had broken. Most of the guests were either floating in loungers or passed out on chaises poolside. Lisa was lying on the pool's steps thoroughly spent. Bruce had put on a swimsuit and came over to sit next to her. "I was going back to my room for a nap and I noticed how exhausted you look." He smiled. "Not really all that surprising considering your last twenty four hours but when I noticed the second launch was on its way back and should be arriving in a few minutes it occurred to me that some of those good folk are probably coming back horny.

If you want come back to my cabin and avoid a continuation of your little marathon, come along. Until I get some sleep I probably won't be much good to you sexually, but if a little rest is your objective..."

Lisa smiled and gave Bruce her hand. "I'd really love to sleep with you Bruce." He helped her up and not bothering to put on the swimsuit she grabbed, they headed back toward the elevator.

Too tired for anything but rest, they lay on his bed spooning with Bruce behind Lisa and his arms wrapped tightly around her young body. Bruce kissed her behind her ear and fell asleep rather quickly. As Lisa began to drift off in her human cocoon she smiled, thankful she wasn't still in Mr. Gerish's fifth grade class any longer as he always had each of his returning students stand up before the class to give a "How I Spent My Summer Vacation" speech. She wasn't sure she could handle talking about this vacation.

When Lisa awoke she looked around and when she found the clock it read 7:15. It was only after acquiring that piece of data that she became aware that Bruce was sucking at her right breast. Upon realizing that she was awake he started kissing his way down across her belly before finally arriving at his ultimate destination between her legs. He thoroughly licked her slit and then coaxed her clit from its hood so he could resume his sucking.

"Bruce I can't even begin to tell you how good that feels." His eyes flicked up at hers but he just continued. Lisa then said. "The bad news is that I only have about ninety seconds left before my bladder lets go. Whether that happens into a toilet or on your mattress is entirely up to you."

Bruce sort of half snorted and looked as if he was considering his options. Finally he smiled and rolled off Lisa so she could sprint to the bathroom. She called back into the bedroom, "Your next decision is what you want to do about dinner. It's after seven so we're already late. We can stay in bed or make a late entrance, your choice."

Bruce answered, "Actually that's not much of a choice. One of the very few requests Rick made when he invited us was that we try to make as many meals as possible. He wanted to foster a sense of community and comradery among us as opposed to us grabbing one of you girls and playing hermit for the rest of the trip.

We'd better shower and dress."

As Bruce began to enter the bathroom Lisa wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "I'll shower and change back at my stateroom. I wouldn't mind letting you continue what you were doing after dinner!" 

Bruce kissed her nose. "It's a date!"

They entered the dining salon together and Rick immediately stood with a raised glass. "A toast to the prodigals. After her 'Cumming Out' Party last evening Liz and I thought we'd protected Lisa for at least a while but it seems you can't keep a horny woman down! After pulling a train last night she choreographs an oral sex chain in the pool this afternoon after which she slips away to continue the corruption of poor Bruce. I'm sorry, Bruce, but I'm afraid that now the Church will never relax its standards and allow you to pursue a career in the priesthood.




Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 01



Now to business! As many of you know, there's a long-standing tradition on these cruises to award a prize to that individual, male or female, who exemplifies all those traits which these affairs are designed to promote. So without any further ado, tonight's Golden Whore award for the most sexual performance of the last 24 Hours goes to our deflowered virgin, Lisa!" The crowd burst into applause amid scattered cries of..."Hear, Hear!... Well Deserved... No other choice, really."

Lisa rose and made her way to the head of the table where Mr. Denton took her hands and kissed her cheek. He handed her a box about five inches square which she proceeded to open revealing a Montblanc Ladies' Star Mini Diamond sport watch. On the back of the watch it was engraved Golden Whore with the correct date beneath it. she held the watch up for the diners to see and then gestured for a little quiet. "I just wanted to thank everyone on the selection committee and if Mr. Denton would only let me know who they are..." Lisa unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, standing naked for the room to behold. "Then I'd be able to more properly thank them!" The applause resumed, but this time the cries of "I'm on the committee... me too!.. I chair it... mine was the deciding vote!"

After dinner they all headed for the Afterdeck Lounge for cocktails and dancing. Lisa quickly found out that Bruce was not only quite adept with his tongue but that he was an extraordinary dancer. She'd expected him to be able to handle ballroom dancing but even some of his hip-hop moves were impressive. At about nine o'clock they slipped off back to Bruce's stateroom.

Bruce used the bathroom and when he returned he discovered Lisa had already undressed. She quickly approached him and dropped to her knees as she fished his cock out of his fly. Her tongue circled the purple head twice before allowing it to slip into her mouth and down her throat. Bruce picked her up by her arms and sat her on the bed. As he finished undressing he said, "As wonderful as that felt, before anything else happens I have a previous appointment with your pussy!" He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and began moistening the entire area from her clit to her asshole. As the index and middle finger of his left hand started disappearing into her vagina his tongue started rhythmically stroking the instrument which was her clit. As she felt the orgasm building within her she was still amazed that he could bring her to this point as quickly as he had. Then just as her orchestra was building for the crescendo, he thrust his thumb into her ass and began pumping it. Lisa screamed.

Bruce rose, rolled Lisa over, and pulled up on her hips to position her for doggie-style entrance. Lisa could feel the head of his cock rubbing up and down her slit just before it started sliding into her and it felt like the walls of her vagina had been hyper sensitized. It seemed to her that she could feel every subtle feature of the piston which was driving into her.

Supporting his weight with his right hand, Bruce reached around Lisa's body and began gentle rubbing her clit in time to his penis' strokes. She could feel another orgasm coming when Bruce took the palm of the hand which was massaging her clip and started pressing hard on her belly. At the same time he shifted the angle of his penetration so that every stroke raked across the G spot at the front of her passage.

Lisa couldn't help it. She could feel her nails raking across Bruce's shoulders leaving blood in their path. Her sexual experience may have been limited in terms of years but she'd match her total number of orgasms in a twenty-four hour period with anyone else she knew and this one was earth moving. She muffled her scream by biting the base of Bruce's neck. Her vagina was so hyper sensitized that she welcomed the inevitable break in their lovemaking that his orgasm would bring. When she realized that he still hadn't cum yet she began to panic. She thought to herself "No more, I've got to take a break!" Her solution to the situation was to do something she never would have believed herself capable of. She reached behind herself, grabbed Bruce's cock and reaimed it into her anus. 

Bruce paused and asked, "I thought you didn't like this?"

Lisa half-lied, "This time I want every part of my body to experience your wonderful cock." He didn't need a second invitation.

Lisa looked over at Bruce's slumbering form. He was face down on the bed so she hiked herself up onto one elbow and examined the damage she'd done to his neck and shoulders. It looked like he'd gone ten rounds with one of Professor Sprout's more aggressive bramble bushes yet even as she poked and prodded the new cuts his sleep went on undisturbed. She lay on her back trying to pin down the source of the feeling of disquiet she now felt. She felt out of sorts and she had no idea why. It certainly couldn't stem from the mind-blowing sex she'd just had. Yet her fingers kept returning to the outer folds of her labia.

She looked at the clock on Bruce's dresser and discovered that it was barely eleven thirty. She felt a yen for an Orange Crush so she decided to head for the bar. She gingerly got out of bed and because of the early hour she knew it was highly likely that she'd run into some people so she grabbed for her dress. She was about to step into it when she paused, thinking "it's highly likely that I'll run into some people"... Instead of donning the dress she put it over her arm and stepped into her four inch pumps. She quietly left the stateroom and walked down the hall toward the staff corridor which led to her room. Andrew was sitting in his usual position at his desk. Lisa asked, "Andrew are you and I allowed to fuck?"

"Not until the last day of the trip and then only if none of the other guests are seeking your attentions." He looked up from the magazine he was reading. "Believe me, we will have sex that day!"

Lisa smiled as she went into her room saying, "I'm looking forward to it!" She hung her dress in the closet and examined herself before the full length mirror. She looked 'like she'd been ridden hard and put away wet', to borrow an equine expression. She spent a few minutes working on her hair, put on a fresh coat of lip gloss, covered a hickey on her neck, and applied a little color to her nipples and labia. One more look into the bis mirror and she said, "Oh yeah! I'd sure want to fuck me!"

She walked into the lounge and forced her eyes to focus on Patrick who was standing behind the bar. Her natural inclination would have been to scan the crowd for reactions to her nudity but Hell no!, she already knew how hot she looked! She walked over to the point end of the bar and leaned on it. She hiked her breasts up and rested them on her crossed arms, thrusting her bare ass out into the lane of traffic. She made sure her voice dripped sex and said, "Hiii Patrick! I'm testing a theory of mine that Orange Crushes intensify orgasms. Could I have one please?"

There were perhaps five or six others at the bar and suddenly Patrick was inundated with orders. "Hey Patrick, make that two!" "Me too, Patrick." "Add two for us, Patrick."

As the drinks started being served, Bill Gray took a sip of his and walked over behind Lisa. He rested his drink on the bar next to hers and unzipped his fly. "Let's start testing your theory, shall we?"

Lisa turned and looked behind her to discover Bill moving in with his already erect cock. He started rubbing it between her legs and her only response was to smile and spread her legs further apart. She took another sip of her drink just as she felt Bill's cock sliding into her pussy.

Patrick reached under the bar and set the machine he had retrieved on the bar beside Lisa. After he plugged it in Lisa saw two of the guests, a couple of finance types from Annapolis, head for it and pressed the lone red button on the face of the machine. Lisa may have been in the middle of getting fucked, but it didn't stop her from seeing the humor in having her very own Take-A-Check Machine controlling access to her cunt. What started out as the measured gasps preceding an orgasm became interspersed with giggles which Bill Gray interpreted as sexual hysteria. He pulled out and sprayed his cum over Lisa's back and ass. One of the brokers, Joe Sanford, quickly handed his check to Patrick and slid his cock into Lisa.

The Dentons brought two office type chairs on rollers up to the bar. Liz leaned in and asked Lisa, "Honey would you mind moving back a little and resting your head on your arms?"

Lisa was mildly curious why Liz would make such a request but she dislodged her tits and rested her cheek where they previously had been. She heard Rick call Patrick over and order, "Patrick, can we have two double GMs, and please serve them in soup bowls?"

Lisa thought.  "Soup bowls?"  The drinks were served and Liz wheeled her chair up to Lisa's left side, Rick to her right. Each of them leaned back so their faces were positioned under her hanging tits. Liz brought her bowl of GM up, dipped Lisa's left breast into the bowl and began licking it off the breast as she allowed the liqueur to drip off the pendulous orb. Rick started doing the same thing with her right breast.

Rick called out, "Patrick, one more GM in a soup bowl but make this one a triple!" When he got it he asked Lisa, "Want some GM, wench?" Without saying a word Lisa moved back and started lapping from the bowl like a pet as the Dentons, having slipped into a rhythm, kept nursing the alcohol from her nipples. It was almost as if the breasts themselves were lactating the cordial. It was an exciting feeling.

April Weaver, the party girl who reminded everyone of Catherine Zeta Jones, pulled up her skirt and climbed up on the bar spreading her legs in front of Lisa.

Lisa pulled April's hips over to her. "Oh yummy, dinner! Patrick could you hand me my bowl of GM steak sauce?" She poured some of the liqueur on April's pussy and began to lap. As she stroked her tongue over April's clit she noticed that her machine had dispensed ten tickets to gain entry to her pussy.

The cruise lasted nine days. They were all sitting down to their last meal together and Lisa was reflecting on her accomplishments. She had arrived a virgin and during the course of the next nine days she'd had sex with all fourteen guests, all three of their wives, and all but four members of the crew. She had eight "Golden Whore" statuettes lined up on the TV in her room and a suitcase full of loot. Liz had told her that in the history of these cruises no one had ever swept every night's trophy, not even when the cruises were only 7 days. 

Finally the moment had arrived. Rick Denton stood with the final "Golden Whore" to be awarded this trip. He said to the table, "This is kind of exciting!

There seems to have been some confusion about the allocation of ballots for tonight's award. All the other eight trophies were decided upon by just Liz and I, but we felt that the final one should be voted upon by all of you. The ballots were distributed in the following manner. Each of the contestants received a vote for a total of six. There were ten crew members who received a ballot so that makes sixteen total. Andrew, being the steward directly responsible as liaison between the young ladies and the rest of us was given ten ballots. Our fourteen guests each received three ballots bringing our cumulative total to sixty eight. Liz and I reserved sixteen votes apiece for ourselves and if anyone doesn't like that you can contribute to the cost of this cruise and we'd be happy to give you some of our votes. Those thirty two bring the total of potential votes to an even one hundred so it is of particular interest to know that tonight's winner did so with a vote total of ninety-seven. This means that our winner got Liz and my votes along with Andrew's, and at least thirteen out of the fourteen guests.

Lisa that makes you the most universally respected whore we've ever seen." He started the applause. "Come on up here and collect your trophy!" Lisa ran over to where Rick and Liz were standing and kissed them both while holding her trophy in the air. Rick also handed her an envelope which she tore open greedily. It contained an Exxon debit card prepaid to $1,000 of gasoline. Lisa jumped up and down and held it up for all to see.

Ralph Posten let out a catcall, "Quite a step-down in gift when compared to her earlier ones, don't you think Rick!"

Liz hit her husband in his chest saying, "you forgot to give her the other gift!"

Rick's face looked completely deadpan. "Not really, I couldn't very well have it carried on board so I put a note in with the card!"

Lisa looked in the envelope which contained the debit card. All she found was a piece of buff paper with F430S on it. She held it up saying, "Well there's this?"

"Well I'd never met you before so I had no idea what you drove and you had to have something to put the gas in so I ordered a new Rosso Scuderia, by the way that means red for all you Philistines, F430 Ferrari Spyder. Liz and I weren't really prepared with a suitable gift for such an extraordinary slut since no one had ever swept the Golden Whores before so I only ordered it this afternoon. There's an eighteen month waiting list my lawyers will to have to work around but Lisa, I promise you'll have the car before summer's end.

Lisa's face showed her shock. Marj yelled from down the table, "So what do you think, Harlot?"

Lisa was honest. "My being here on this cruise is the result of a chain of events that I had thought was the worst thing that could have happened to me. As it turns out just the opposite was true. I had an absolutely wonderful time and I've met some truly wonderful people. I'm also in love with my new car but I can't even begin to imagine how I'm going to explain it to my Dad. He thinks of me as being pretty much a cash drain having no value at all as an income statement contributor!"

Come to think of it, he also thinks of me as being sexually inexperienced but I don't think he's quite ready to handle the new reality." She giggled and held up the trophy again. "I love you all!"

To be continued.



Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 02



I suppose this story could be read as a stand alone. I'm sure, though, that it works better if you've read Chapter I. Oh, and all characters were over the age of eighteen years, three minutes and eleven seconds at the time they entertained their first libidinous or lascivious thought or deed.

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The girls left the ship in Caracas. An agency representative met them with instructions as to their next assignment as well as assistance in clearing Venezuelan customs. As expected they were flying out in multiple directions, the only two girls so far to be assigned to the same job were April and Brittany who were headed for Atlanta.

Lisa waited in the First Class Lounge to receive her assignment. She turned to Marj. "How cool would it be if we got sent to the same job?"

Marj patted Lisa's hand. "Almost never happens. In all probability the next time we'll get a chance to chat'll be with Sally in Starbuck's back at school."

Angie Pierce, the agency liaison, came over to the two girls and sat down. "I'm starting to get a little behind and you girls' planes are leaving around the same time so is it all right if I go over your next assignments together?

Great! Okay Marjorie, you're the Art History major and aspiring artist, right? "

Marj nodded and said, "That's my passion."

"Great, well you'll be flying back to D.C. to spend the next six days with an executive from Sony who's taking a week to 'do' the Smithsonian. He said his primary interest was in hitting all the art galleries in town. You'll be staying in his hotel suite at the Hay Adams." Angie referred to her notes, "This looks to be an easy job; longtime client, no negative girl's reports, nothing kinky... looks like he's interested in a tour guide he can fuck every night!"

Marj smiled. "That actually works out great, especially since he's Japanese. I know the curator of the Freer and I'll be able to get him downstairs into the 'special collections' area where most of their Ukiyo-e prints are housed. They've got some Hokusai triptychs that'll blow his mind!"

Now it was Angie's turn to smile, "I have no idea what they are or what you're talking about but I'm glad you do! I love hearing about satisfied clients!

Speaking about satisfied clients! The yacht's barely docked and I've already received two calls from the brass about you, Lisa! I haven't heard yet specifically what you did but you impressed the Hell out of the Dentons! Only thing that looks weird is that they didn't add a generous tip for you."

Lisa and Marj looked at each other and laughed. Lisa told Angie, "Oh they tipped me, all right! They gave me a new Ferrari!"

"Whoa, I'm beginning to think that I'm in the wrong end of the business! Anyway, your next assignment is of indeterminate length. We know that it'll be at least sixteen days but it might be quite a bit longer. In about two hours you'll be flying straight to Bermuda where you'll board the schooner Clarion. The clients are a family named Carson... Let's see, Peter, his wife Ruth, and two children, Jason and Monica. Oh no, that's not right... they're dropping the daughter to stay with some of her friends so it'll be the parents and their son, only. "

Lisa's mouth hung open. "He wants to do me in front of his wife and kid?"

"No, not at all. Ostensibly you've been hired for some light secretarial duties; receiving and answering e-mails, doing research online and so on but your primary goal is to allow yourself to be seduced by the son, Jason. The Carsons have decided that it's time their son lost his cherry. That's why the job is of indeterminate length. If Jason's attracted to you and decides he wants to jump your bones the job'll last longer than the sixteen days it'll take them to put in to the harbor on Madeira Island off the coast of Portugal. If not, we're to have your replacement standing by to replace you there.

When we did a database search for the best girl to assign to this job your name popped up several times! We started with the universe of 18-year-olds, either attending college or college bound, D cups, and of all things, an interest in paleontology!"

Lisa said, "Yeah, I haven't made up my mind between paleontology and anthropology for my minor."

"What's your major?"

"Pre-med, I want to do medical research."

"Okay, well if you two don't have any additional questions, I need a ladies room."

Marj said, "You know Angie, if you can catch an earlier flight back, Lisa and I don't really need to have our hands held waiting for our flights."

Angie smiled, "I need to if I want to keep my job! Part of what separates us from any other agency is our commitment to the safety of our girls. All too often some other agencies think of their girls as so many pieces of toilet paper. If they lose a few they're easily replaceable. After all, they're only whores!

Our girls, on the other hand,  are irreplaceable! They're the crème de la crème, the very best. For every girl we hire we reject four. I don't leave until each of you is safely aboard a plane which'll be met at its destinations by one of my counterparts."

Lisa didn't say anything but she instantly felt more relaxed. She'd half expected to get kidnapped in South America and sold into some brothel somewhere! As soon as she was aboard her flight she fell asleep.

Lisa's plane was met not only by the representative of the agency but by the client Peter Carson. As soon as the introductions were made the rep whisked Lisa through customs, while Lisa's luggage was collected by the Clarion's mate Robbie. The rep then practically sprinted to the JetBlue counter to try for an earlier flight out. Lisa and Carson headed for the waiting limo. He asked, "I take it you've been well informed regarding the details of this... assignment?"

I think so, the Agency rep in Caracas told me I'd be doing some secretarial duties for you on a daily basis but that I should be receptive to any moves your son makes on me. How long I wind up working for you is probably going to be determined by whether Jason decides I'm desirable or a troll."

Carson laughed and said, "Pretty much! My wife and I have discussed this quite a bit and our ideal would be for the two of you to develop a summer fling and for you to turn him into a self confidant man around ladies, but one who treats them with respect. We don't want you to put up with any shit from him if he decides to act like God's gift. We decided the primary red flags we should look for are your inability to maintain your own self respect and if he were to go off the deep end and start falling in love with you. This is a job, Lisa, not a fix-up. Please don't take offence but no matter how erudite and charming you are, you're still the hired whore and we don't want our only son falling for a girl who's more interested in the size of his bank balance than the size of his dick."

Carson took a few steps before he realized that Lisa had stopped walking. He didn't even turn around as he said, "That sounded terrible. I'm sure Ruth and I have wound up over thinking this whole business but we just don't want our boy getting hurt. After what I said you've got every right to turn and board the next plane to anywhere to get away from me." He turned and faced her. "But please don't, if not for me then for Jason."

Lisa wasn't hurt as much as she was offended. Her Dad could probably buy and sell ten assholes like this every week and she was going to gold dig their precious little social retard? Listening to her own thoughts calmed her down. She was acting as much the asshole as Carson. She locked eyes with him and said in a measured level voice, "I'll work for you. I'll work for you for one reason only and that's that I approve of your original objectives. It's a good thing that Jason be able to both enjoy and respect women and if he is going to learn how to properly treat women he sure as Hell isn't going to learn that from you!" She continued walking, past Carson and out of the airport.

Lisa was standing by the curb when Carson, followed by Robbie with the luggage arrived. Carson held out his hand, "You must be Lisa, I'm Peter Carson. I'm so very pleased to meet you."

Lisa looked at the hand which represented the white flag of truce. She shook it. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Carson."

"Please, Lisa, call me Peter." 

The limo's trunk was now filled with Lisa's luggage and Robbie had gotten into the front passenger's seat. The driver held the door for Lisa and Peter to climb in. as they were headed for the customs shed on the pier Lisa said, "I figure that the easiest way to get caught in a lie is to make it too complicated so the me I'm going to show to Jason is going to pretty much be real except; my last name isn't really Draves and I don't go to UVA. My age, the courses I'm taking, interests, and so on are going to be accurate so I won't get tripped up, okay?"

"Makes sense to me!"

"I've also been thinking about what you said about his getting hung up on me. That really is a high risk so I'm going to invent an imaginary boyfriend. I'll model him after my cousin Derek so I won't trip over details, but the concept of a boyfriend solves two issues. It explains my sexual knowledge and dulls the likelihood of his falling for a girl who's cheating on her current boyfriend."

Peter looked at Lisa in a new light. "Color me suitably impressed. Ruth and I didn't think of that."

While the introductions were being made Lisa held Jason's eye for a half second longer than was necessary. As she was shaking the Captain's hand she knew the battle was over. The valve had been twisted and the blood was already filling the teen's dick. For the next few hours he'd be preoccupied hiding the woody in his shorts from his folks. Teen aged boys were sooo easy.

They immediately began to make preparations to get under way. Captain Strokes asked Lisa to go below to her stateroom and stow everything which needed stowing as he wanted to have Robbie put her empty bags in the engine room to give her more space in her cabin. Lisa had left school with three bags of clothes. She was now up to six bags, having added three bags filled with clothes, trophies and loot earned while on board the Fantasia. She removed five swimsuits from one of the Fantasia bags, replacing them with a couple of things she didn't think she'd need. She had just started to unpack some of her things when there was a knock on the frame of her open cabin door.

"Oh hi Jason, what's up?"

"Well I'm done helping Captain Strokes and my Dad with the lines, we're under way now, and I just wanted to see if you needed any help with your things. These cabins aren't all that roomy!"

Lisa turned on her 100 Watt smile. "Thanks I could use the help! Let's see, I'm almost done with this bag so why don't I empty it and you could take it and those three and stow them wherever the Captain wanted. I'll keep on unpacking these other two so by the time you're back you can show me how to best use the available storage space."

When Jason got back she had both suitcases empty and the contents spread all over her bed. Jason looked at the pile. "Well, I've always thought that the name of the game was all about convenience. Put those things you'll need most frequently in those drawers, next most frequently in those, and so on. I'd use this top drawer for swimsuits, any medications you might have, and toiletries. Shorts here, hang the tops in the closet, sandals and flip flops here, and those over there for those things you want in the room but rarely need. What else... Oh I'd take those books off that shelf. They partially block the mirror and I cleared some space on a shelf in the salon for your books, it'd be more convenient." He started reading the book titles on their spines. Primatology, Principles of Biochemistry, Biology, Dickens, Dostoyevsky, and Orson Scott Card! Now there's diversity!"

Lisa smiled again. "I'm pre-med and I love fiction, so kill me!"

"No criticism intended! I was impressed but why does a pre-med student want to be a secretary for the summer?"

"That's easy, I could use the money! That Biochemistry book cost $184!"

Jason looked sheepish. Thoughts of money rarely occurred to him. "You might want to rethink where you just put all that fancy underwear! I doubt that you'll be wearing it very often."

Lisa never missed a straight line. "Oh, do you want me to spend the cruise naked or just without underwear?"

Direct hit. Jason was tongue-tied for almost thirty seconds before regaining his composure. "You're playing with me right? I honestly wasn't thinking of either of those objectives but if I had that power, I'd forbid you to wear anything in my presence ever again. What I was thinking about is the fact that we rarely sit down to dinner and most of us don swimsuits as soon as we get up in the morning. Today was the first day in probably two weeks my Dad's had underwear on and that's just because he was going to the airport to get you."

Lisa smiled and said, "I'm sorry Jason, I guess I was kidding you but now I see you were just giving me good advice." She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Now stop handling my panties and get out of here! Pretty soon I'm going to be too embarrassed to finish putting my stuff away."

It took only a few days for everyone to fall into a rhythm. Lisa was actually a very helpful secretary to Mr. Carson and she usually was able to pitch in and help Ruth Carson in the galley. She and Jason usually spent afternoons in the salon together. Lisa was getting quite a head start on the texts for the coming semester and Jason seemed to have developed a passion for reading which his parents joked they'd never seen before. They discussed everything and whenever a disagreement cropped up about something it usually precipitated a bet followed by a trip to the computer to get the answer online. Pleading poverty Lisa had instituted a new currency to pay off bets, massages. It quickly got to the point where neither of them cared who won and received the massage or who had to administer it; the physical contact had become the goal for them both.

On this particular day Lisa had won and promptly stretched out on the starboard settee. She told Jason, "This time I want it done right loser. Go into my stateroom and get the bottle of oil out of my top drawer."

Jason ran down the corridor and Lisa patiently waited for his call that he wasn't able to find it. When she heard him yell she entered her stateroom and asked him, "What's up?"

"There's no oil in here!"

Lisa looked in the drawer saying, "I could have sworn... Oh to Hell with it I'll get a new bottle I've wanted to try. It's got eucalyptus in it!" She opened and sniffed the bottle's contents. "Whew, this is kind of strong smelling. We probably shouldn't drip any in the salon. Let's just stay in here!" she stretched out on her belly on her bed.

Jason climbed on the bed and started rubbing the oil onto Lisa's shoulders and down her back, his hands jumping over her bra with each stroke. He finally ventured, "I don't want to stain your swimsuit." He unhooked her top and continued his long languorous strokes. His lips started kissing the nape of her neck, just as he had done once before but she had quickly put a stop to his advances that day. Today she just made low sounds of contentment.

Emboldened by her silence Jason's hands made strokes ever wider until each return stroke grazed the sides of her breasts just as his lips started nibbling on her ears. Finally Lisa judged that the time was right for the boy to win a battle. She flipped over onto her back and kissed him deeply, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth. Leaning on one elbow, he continued the passionate kiss as his hand traveled from her cheek down her throat, lingering on her breasts, across her belly and into her bikini briefs.

Like a shot, Lisa's hand grabbed Jason's wrist and redirected his hand to her breast. Since he seemed to be confined to action above Lisa's waist, Jason kissed his way down to her very erect nipples which he began to roughly maul. She said, "Easy Jason, I'm going to need them someday if I have children so I'd prefer you didn't chew them off! Besides, I love it when you're gentle." He downshifted his ardor a few gears and began gently blowing and licking. His hand once again strayed to her mound and once again she pushed it away, although this time not so aggressively. She said, "I've got a boyfriend, remember?"

Jason hiked up on one elbow and stared into Lisa's eyes. He said, "Lisa can't I worship your body without  penetration. Then you wouldn't be unfaithful would you?"

Game, set, match; their eyes still locked, Lisa reached down and slowly began to push her bottoms down her legs. When she got them just below her knees Jason took over, pushing them down to her ankles which she lifted, one by one, until she was naked before him. He tried to push his dry finger into her. "Hey, that hurts! I need to be wet. You get undressed and I'll show you."

It took Jason no time at all for Jason to strip. Lisa had him lay on his back and started yanking on his cock. "Not very sexy, is it?" She then leaned forward and let the cock slip into her mouth. As Jason started to revel in the glory of Lisa's mouth she bathed his cock with as much saliva as she could produce. She then resumed the hand job she had started before but her mouth's juices allowed for a more sensuous experience as Lisa massaged the head of Jason's member. "Feels better, doesn't it?" All Jason could do was groan.

Lisa shifted down so she could continue sucking the boy's steel-hard cock. Her tongue twirled around the head, lingering each time at its sensitive underside. When Lisa was on board the Fantasia she'd had limited experience deep-throating the guests but she wanted to attempt it on Jason. When she had taken it as deep as the entrance to her throat would allow she paused, and then slowly pushed until it slid all the way in and her lips were buried in his pubic hair.

"Ohmygod, please don't stop!" His request was more or less academic since he couldn't last any longer. His cum started spraying down her throat.

They lay in each other's arms for perhaps another ten minutes when Jason said, "We're both going to need to make an appearance on deck unless we want the parents to know what went on here."

Lisa snorted. "It's been my experience with my parents that they can usually read signals pretty well! This should be interesting. I want to grab a shower but it'd be weird if I showered while we were studying. Let's get dressed and you leave first."

"Okay." He leaned forward and kissed her pussy before licking her slit. "Can I come back later on tonight?"

Lisa shook her head, "I don't think that's a good idea, Jase. If you come to my room I don't know if I'll be able to stay faithful to Ben... Let me think about it a while, okay?"

When Lisa came on deck Ruth caught her eye as she was ascending the after stairs. Ruth tilted her head slightly and Lisa gave an almost imperceptible nod. Ruth smiled and nodded at Peter, who was at the helm. Peter said, "Curtis would you take the helm? I think it's time for cocktails for me!"

"Aye aye Peter, have one for me, will you?"

Ruth had put out some defrosted dim-sum and a Scotch rocks for Peter. "Diet Coke, Lisa?"

"Actually Mrs. C I think a Coors Light would just hit the spot this evening."

"Me too, Mom."

Ruth smiled, "Two Coors coming up!"

"I saw you disappeared all afternoon again today Jason. Are you still working on Great Expectations?"

"I wish! I'd like to finish the Dickens but our resident slave driver has me studying Biochemistry!"




Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 02



Peter looked puzzled. "I didn't know you were registered for Biochemistry!"

Jason said, "I'm not, she is!

Lisa said, "I figure I can absorb more of what I study if I try to teach it to someone."

Ruth asked, "What are you working toward?"

"I'm basically Pre-Med, but I want to minor in either paleontology or anthropology. I'm hoping to go on a dig in the Black Hills next summer. One of my professors thinks he can arrange an invitation for me to work on the new juvenile Rex they uncovered." She could see that she'd impressed both Peter and Ruth. They were learning that perhaps their little hired whore had a little more depth than they expected.

Dinner went well and during dessert Lisa caught Jason's eye and gave him an abbreviated nod. She was pleased to see that for the rest of the evening the boy couldn't sit still.

Lisa turned in first with Ruth and Peter fifteen minutes behind her. Peter admonished his son, "Don't stay up too late tonight Jase. I'm going to relieve Captain Strokes at six A.M. and I'd enjoy some company if you can handle it."

"Six A.M.? I'll try. I'm not sure I can handle six, but I'll get there as early as I can. Goodnight Dad."

A scant five minutes later Jason was slipping through the door to Lisa's cabin. She was on her bunk dressed in a coral toned translucent teddy with matching panties. She closed the book she was reading just in time to keep it from getting crushed as Jason quickly pulled off his shirt and stretched out on the bed next to her. He wrapped her in his arms as he buried his lips against her neck and slid his hand under her teddy to caress her nipple.

Lisa began kissing his forehead waiting for his lips to tire of her neck and rise to meet hers. In seconds he was kissing her lips, thrusting his tongue between them as his hands started pulling her teddy off. Lisa smiled as she reflected on the absence of any sort of accelerator on young boys; they were even all on or all off. Jason was now kneeling before her tugging on her panties. She hiked her hips up to help him finish undressing her.

Jason then surprised her. Rather than trying to massage or finger-fuck her, he positioned himself between her legs and very gently began licking her slit and clit. Lisa figured if he was willing to learn, she was willing to teach. "That feels really great, Jase. Remember, sometimes a pleasure withheld is the most exciting one of all."

He looked up from what he was doing. "What do you mean?"

"If we always get what we want as soon as we want it then where's the sense of anticipation, the desire, the aching longing? When you lick and stimulate my clit it feels really good, but if you were to confine your action to my labia and vagina, it would take no time at all for my clit to feel left out, forgotten. It would start fantasizing about how sweet it would be to be touched, to be sucked. It's kind of like how you'd feel if we made out for hours without ever touching your dick. Believe me though, when it does start to get some loving, it'll feel awesome!

Jason smiled and lowered his head. He confined his attention to her large labia with an occasional foray into her cunt. She began to notice that it seemed like his tongue was growing with every stroke but then she realized that his tongue had been joined by a finger which was traveling the same path with the same timing. One finger had become two and then two became three. While he was ministering to her passage the tip of his nose began gently impacting her clit, which had begun to emerge from its hood. At first she thought it a frustrating accident but she soon realized he was using it to further stimulate her.

Finally his tongue abandoned her passage to his fingers, leaving it free to start nibbling and pulling on her fully emerged clit. Lisa grabbed a pillow and screamed into it as her first orgasm of the evening washed over her. She began thrashing from side to side as his tongue on her clit and his fingers in her cunt were joined by the thumb of his other hand which he had just slipped into her ass.

Lisa's hands went to Jason's belt buckle and began removing his final articles of clothing. He hiked up to help her and once his cock sprang free she grabbed it at its base and began licking her way around it. She locked eyes with him and grinned as she alternated between licking the sensitive underside of the head, kissing the pre-cum from its tip, and taking it deep into her throat. After a while she raised her head to say, "Jase Honey, a lot of girls get weird about having their heads held when they're giving head; and when you start to aim my face and control the speed of my strokes by grabbing my hair it goes way over a line that most girls have. It's sort of the difference between giving a blowjob and getting your face fucked. Most girls love the former but quite a few resent the latter."

Jason just stared. "How do you know that?"

Lisa smiled as she lowered her head to the cock before her. She took it deep into her throat before raising her head again and saying, "Girls talk!"

She pulled herself up his torso and began kissing each eye. "You're a wonderful lover; you don't need to be a thug." She continued kissing all around his face as she reached between her legs and positioned Jason's cock head into her labia. Her hips started rhythmically pumping, taking a little more of the boy with each stroke until he was fully buried within her. Jason wrapped his arms around Lisa and started furiously pumping.

Lisa tried to slow him down. "Easy Tiger, you're going to wind up leaving your arm on the mound after only one inning. You'd better..." It was too late. Jason was already past the point of no return and began spraying his cum deep into her passage.

Jason was upset. "I'm sooo sorry. I wanted to last longer and I didn't want to cum inside of you. What if you get pregnant?"

Lisa put her fingers over Jason's mouth, "Shhh, shhh, calm down Jase." She kissed his lips. "First of all I've been on the pill for years so I won't get pregnant. Second, self control isn't natural to anyone. It's something we learn, like delayed gratification. You think you've cheated me? You're forgetting that you've already given me two orgasms tonight and the first one shook me to my core!

I already told you that you were a great lover, trust me, you'll only get better!

Now what time is dawn around here? I absolutely want to make sure I'm up on deck to see the sunrise." She kissed the end of his nose. "Wanna do it again in the shower?"

This time it was Jason's turn to grin. "You haven't been for'ard yet, have you?"

"You mean up on the bow? No, not yet."

"Okay, here's the plan. Start stripping these funky sheets and bed linens. I'll get fresh ones. We clean up in here first." He left the stateroom, seemingly unconcerned about his nudity and returned fairly quickly with fresh linens. As they made up the bed Lisa asked, "What comes next?"

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but that's on a 'need to know' basis. You do need to know to grab a swimsuit. You'll probably want some decorum as we walk past Robbie. At least I think he's standing dog watch. I'll slip my shorts on."

Lisa's room was presentable and the two of them had headed up on deck. As he expected, Captain Stokes was asleep in his cabin and Robbie was standing watch at the helm. Jason took Lisa's hand and led her forward. About four feet in front of the foremast was a large hatch cover which he slid back revealing a large hot tub. Jason said, "It's kept at 104° just for m' lady's pleasure, but I'm afraid your swimsuit's not allowed."

They both shed their clothes and got into the tub. Lisa squealed, "Ow! This is hot."

"Give it a minute and it'll feel great. In the meantime, why don't you sit on my lap?"

"Will that change the water's temperature?"

"No, but it'll surely change mine!" Lisa spread her legs and slid onto his lap as she wrapped her arms around him. She could feel his hard cock pressing against her belly but she wanted Jason to direct this act of their little play so she just stared into his eyes and waited. He raised his hands and tenderly wiped her face free of her wet hair which partially obscured it. Each time a section of her face became free he leaned in and kissed it. His eyes never broke contact with hers as his hands moved behind her.

Lisa felt his fingertips, though barely touching her, travel up the sides of her spine and radiating outward across her ribcage and shoulders. She had already become comfortable with the water's temperature but it seemed that the flesh on her back, especially under his fingertips was ten degrees warmer than the rest of her. She could feel the muscles start to relax as if she'd been experiencing a deep tissue massage. Jason still held her eyes as she asked, "How are you doing that?"

Jason smiled as he stared into her eyes. His fingers continued to glide across her skin. "Most people assume that you need a lot of pressure to give an effective massage. You don't. The primary purpose of a good massage is to encourage blood flow through the tissues. Get the blood flowing through the vessels, both large and right down to the tiniest capillaries, and you help the muscle tissue rid itself of toxins and impurities. So my fingers have just been always travelling in the direction of venous flow, always helping, never retarding, the arrival of fresh blood to your tissues. I took a course in it."

Lisa hiked herself up and helped Jason's cock slide into her. "Umm, what kind of High School teaches that?"

Jason's fingers now dug into Lisa's ass cheeks as he began fucking her slowly and thoroughly. "Why do you assume it was in school? Actually the health club in my parent's country club advertised the course in therapeutic massage and I asked if I could sign up. The Club rejected me at first, telling me that the course was more for the parents and besides, all the others who had signed up were couples, who would I massage? So I talked Dianne King into signing up with me. We both got our parents' permissions so the Club backed down." Jason was still pumping in and out of her, but she could see that his mind had drifted.

"You're thinking about something which pleased you."

He grinned sheepishly. "Hey, we were sixteen and she was the only girl in school with D cups! Even though absolutely nothing happened, I became the envy of every guy in our school. I kind of wish I'd tried to touch them but I was too chicken." He sighed wistfully. "At least I got to see 'em!" His fingers started playing with her anus.

Lisa leaned in and kissed him, hoping that they could make this sex act last all day.

Peter Carson sat down at the galley table. "No Lisa?"

Ruth grinned conspiratorially, "No, and I just went to the stores cabinet and she's not in her stateroom. I think she might be entertaining your son in his room." She put a mug of coffee before her husband.

He acted nonchalant as he spread a chart on the table and began to examine it. He said, "Nope, not there! I stopped by his cabin on my way here. They're not in the stern, either, I just checked our course."

Ruth immediately looked anxious. "Peter, we've got to look for them, what if they fell ov..."

"Relax Ruthie, I checked with Robbie when I went topsides and he said the two of them went for'ard around three thirty and haven't come back yet." He could see she hadn't calmed down yet. "So I started for'ard until I saw the tops of two heads in the hot tub."

Ruth went back to her cooking, paused, and then pointedly asked, "And?"

Peter looked up from his charts at his wife. "They were fucking." He could see his wife smile. She had started to hum as she was making their breakfast.

Jason's orgasm shook them both. Lisa had already cum three times and as much as she buried her face in Jason's shoulder, she couldn't completely muffle her screams.

"Jase, slide out of the tub while you're still inside me. If we separate under water I'll release a river of our cum into the water."

When Lisa unrolled the towel she'd brought she retrieved the tampon she'd wrapped in it and inserted it into herself. Jason asked, "You're having your period?"

""No, but I didn't want cum leaking down my leg as I walked through the galley past your parents to get to my room."

"Trust me, Lisa; they already know what we've been doing!"

"I know they do but I still don't want it dripping all over the place!" She put on her bikini.

When the two of them descended into the galley Ruth decided to immediately break the tension. "Oh Jason, good, take this tray back to Captain Strokes and by the time you get back I'll have made one up for Robbie. Don't forget to pour him some coffee in his blue thermal mug, the pot's by your father.

What do you want for breakfast Lisa?" As soon as Jason disappeared up on deck she asked Lisa. "So it went well?"

"Your son's going to be very much in demand in some circles if he wants to sow a lot of oats; otherwise, some girl's going to be really thrilled with his talents." When she realized that Ruth still wanted more she continued, "You really want details? Look, I can sum it up when I say that he's neither too embarrassed nor too proud to really learn from his partner. When I'm fucking him it's as if the rest of the world had disappeared for him and that pleasing me was the only thing on his mind.

Just coffee and toast, please, and if you put some extra bacon on Jase's plate I'll steal from him."

Peter said, "Lisa I've already called..." Jason came down the gangway and grabbed the second tray to take to Robbie. When he was gone Peter continued. "Called the agency and told them I was pleased with you so after we leave Madeira well sail into the Med, make a quick stop in Valencia and wind up in Barcelona. We may or may not head on to Marseille depending on what you kids want, next I need to stop in Toulon to see a client. Actually we can spend as much time as you guys want doing the French and Italian Riviera as long as I get you to Monaco by Thursday in four weeks time. A representative from the agency will meet you there to deliver you to your next... assignment."

As soon as he mentioned the agency she remembered her status as hired whore. It reminded her to try to control the feelings for Jason which had been steadily building throughout the trip. She didn't answer Peter, she just stared down into her coffee cup as Peter and Ruth locked eyes with each other.

To be continued.



Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 03



I say it all the time but this time it's most true. This could be read as a stand-alone, but don't. Far better to know Who's on First!

Lisa didn't really want to leave but had little choice. Peter and Ruth wouldn't be exactly crazy about Jason hooking up with his hooker hookup and she had a client waiting for her in Monaco. Sucked to be her!

They'd left Nice that morning for the short hop to Monaco. Ruth and Peter were confining themselves to topsides so Jason could help Lisa pack. Jason's cock was filling her head with dreams of a longer relationship as it filled her pussy with cum. 

Jason whispered in Lisa's ear. "How do I handle being away from you?"

She caressed his cheek. "The same way I'll handle being away from you. I'll do what I have to do, keep as busy as I can, and I'll think of you during the quiet times."

"Ahoy the Clarion!" Captain Strokes looked down the gangway at the attractive redhead on the dock. He answered, "How can I help you, Miss?"

"My name's Angie Pierce and I'm looking for Lisa Draves."

"Well, you've come to the right place, Angie. Come aboard and I'll get her." He turned to Robbie. "Go down below and tell Miss Lisa that her friend is here and start bringing her luggage on deck."

Lisa shook hands with Ruth and Peter. When she turned to Jason he swept her into his arms, kissed her hard and while still gazing at her eyes, said in a rather loud voice, "You know, Mom and Dad, I'm not really as stupid as you think I am. I know how to navigate around a computer and I've come to know lots of things! I know, for example, that there's no history of a Lisa Draves ever matriculating at UVA. In fact, there's no history of anyone by that name ever living at any address, being born anywhere, having a social security number, ever paying a penny of taxes, or having any credit score, anywhere. At least unless you count a seventy eight year old woman in a Des Moines nursing home. Another thing I know is that you never paid her. A girl does almost six weeks of work for you and you never write her a check?

I know she's been studying biochemistry and Primatology and I also know no one studies those books just for fun. So somewhere, under some name, she's registered for those classes. Mom, that also means I can find her and I eventually will find her."

Once again, his eyes never left Lisa's. "Then again maybe she won't want to be found. I know that's one of the questions I'll be asking her when I find her." He kissed Lisa again as he said to her, "Bye, bye, for now. You'd better not keep your friend waiting."

Robbie had put Lisa's luggage on a cart and Angie was with her in customs. Angie asked, "So I take it everything must have worked out with the virgin heir?"

Lisa snorted. "Well he's not a virgin anymore if that's what you're asking!"

"I can see how that'd be fun.

Anyway we don't have a lot of time so let me fill you in on this next client." She referred to her notes. "Louis Reynard, thirty-four years, thrice divorced, black sheep son of a family with very deep pockets in a very old suit. His little brother married into the Abt family so now he's somehow linked to the Nestle money. It's probably the first time in three generations anyone's been able to say for sure that a Reynard married up in the money department.

Your role will be that of the reliable bauble. The exquisite trinket that he may or may not use this evening. He's been known to hire our girls so he can reject them in a public way to aid him in the seduction of someone else. We've got a fairly extensive database on this guy and after your assignment is over I wouldn't be shocked if you spent the time untouched, just as I could easily buy into the idea that he offered you as a prize for the use of his dinner guests.

His major weakness is gambling. Expect to spend a bit of time at the tables in Monte Carlo. In the past this has been a good supplemental income source for our girls as he's been known to give a girl a $5,000 plaque to disappear and go gamble. He's also been known to give her $5. It all depends on which plaque or chip is closest to his fingers when he sends you away." Angie kept going through her notes. "He's hired you through the end of your summer's contract but don't be surprised if he sends you home early. Don't get nervous, he never asks for refunds.

No prior reports of any weird or offbeat sexual habits. Three girls reported him as being well hung... and that looks to be about it! Any questions or comments?"

"More like a two requests. I'm starting to get overloaded with luggage. Could you stop at a shipping agency and send these bags to me at my school address? The other thing concerns the Carsons. You heard the son's little good-bye speech as I was leaving?" Angie nodded as Lisa continued, "Well I'd be curious what kind of fallout that speech produces. I can easily see the mother completely being pissed that her darling baby is still interested in the common whore. I doubt that I'll be getting much of a tip from the father, but whatever happens I'd like to hear about it."

Angie rubbed Lisa's hand as she said, "I can do both those things.

Here, take this." She handed Lisa a Blackberry. "If I find out anything good I'll call you on this. When you're met at the end of your contract just give the phone back to whoever debriefs you. It'll probably be me anyway. Do you have a charger with a plug that fits this phone? If not here's a universal plug so you can keep it charged."

Angie had introduced Lisa to Louis and he barely acknowledged her presence with a nod. He said to Angie, "I won't be accompanying her in the car since I have no doubt she has no appropriate clothes. My man will take her to the proper places to correct the problem. Your opinion may or may not be of assistance. Do you wish to accompany them?"

"Why yes, if you like. I'll switch to a later plane and give her any assistance I can."

"Switch to a morning flight and while you're shopping get something for yourself so you'll be presentable at dinner." He put the two girls in the limo and departed up the street.

Lisa bent over and asked Angie in a low, conspiratorial tone, "What just happened?"

Angie giggled, "I'm not one hundred percent sure but I think I just agreed to sleep my way into a designer cocktail dress! On what I make I can't afford one and Louis gives them away like hotels give away thin mints so I figured, 'What the Hell? It's just sex!'"

Lisa grinned, "I remember the look on your face in Caracas when I told you about the Ferrari. By this time next year there'll be someone else in administration out here reading data to you since you'll be just one of us Hos!"

"We'll see!"

Dior, Versace, Saint Laurent, Dolce & Gabbana, Givenchy, Ralph Lauren, and Donna Karan, the names began to blur. Always when Lisa considered her shopping complete Federico insisted they try "just on more stop." Lisa had ten evening and cocktail outfits, lingerie, shoes, sportswear, she even had eight pair of $200 Donna Karran sunglasses. After Angie got her one outfit for this evening Federico then had her buy three more "just in case", along with lingerie and shoes. They also each had two wraps and a coat "for inclement weather". While they were in Ralph Lauren Federico even went next door and bought them Hartmann Wings luggage. He got a sufficient number of totes and mobile travelers with solid gold hardware to carry all of the day's purchases.

Federico accompanied the girls to their suite. "Monsieur Reynard will pick you up at thirty minutes past seven. In the meantime..." He pointed at Angie. "You will attend to me." He opened his fly and stood before her.

Lisa saw the sudden panic wash over the girl's face. She quickly interceded. "Federico, Angie was just saying how badly she needed the ladies room. Please allow me." She got down on her knees in front of the man and took out his cock. She started licking around the head and down the sides of the shaft. She looked up at the swarthy Mediterranean type and said, "You'd be so much more comfortable sitting on the foot of the bed. Here!"

She led him over to the bed and before pushing him down she unbuckled his slacks and pushed slacks and shorts to the floor. He promptly sat down as she continued licking his rapidly hardening shaft. Angie returned to the field of action and kneeled down next to Lisa. Lisa saw that the girl had undressed in the bathroom. They began passing the cock back and forth as they alternated licking and sucking it.

At one point Angie was rapidly bobbing her head up and down the shaft so Lisa climbed up on the bed and straddled his face, offering her pussy to the man. With a rapid sweep of his arm he brushed Lisa off him as if she were an offending fly which had had the temerity to land on him. She picked herself off the floor and resumed her place next to Angie.

When Federico got closer to his orgasm he pulled Angie up onto the bed and began thrusting into her. It only took about ten more strokes before he climaxed into her, pulled up his pants, and walked to the door. As he was about to leave he said, "Thirty minutes past seven, be ready."

Lisa climbed off the floor onto the bed next to Angie. She stroked the redhead's cheek as she said, "I believe they've got a lot of streets named after that guy."

Angie chuckled, "Umm, and they're all called 'One-Way'. I once had a math teacher that fucked like that."

Lisa grinned as she laid her head on Angie's bare breast. "That's what it would have been liked if my Uncle Jack had fucked me."

"You had sex with your uncle?"

"No, I said if he'd fucked me!" She looked into Angie's face from a distance of two inches. "You never dreamed about what it would be like to have sex with your relatives?"

"Yeah, of course, but I tried to stick to rellies of my own generation! Except for my Uncle Bob but that was because he hit on me a few times. When I told my mother about the first time I was thirteen and her response was, 'You mean he's never tried before now? That's surprising!' Apparently he's tried to hit on every female with a pulse he's ever met.

Is it often like that?" Angie was referring to Federico's abruptness.

Lisa nuzzled Angie's right nipple as she said, "I've had sex with twenty six people this summer and he's the only one! I keep wondering what it's going to be like the first time I come across a guy who's into sadism!"

Angie swung around and started lazily licking Lisa's slit. "You know the Agency has a policy about that."

"About getting your pussy eaten by a staff member?"

"No, about rough stuff. If the client's jacket contains any reports of prior abusive behavior they must be brought to the entertainer's attention prior to the assignment of the assignation. Any entertainer failing to report a client's sadistic fetishes..."

"Oh I remember that part, she gets immediately terminated."

"Bottom line is we try to make sure our girls know what to expect from a client. That's why you're required to file an evaluation form on every client you have sex with. Have you been keeping up on your forms?"

"Oops! I think they're packed in my Welcome! packet in my suitcase I shipped back to school."

"I'll give you another packet, there's one in my bag. We should be getting ready soon, I can't wait to get dressed up in my new stuff."

The two girls showered, gossiped, applied their makeup, and dressed so that by the time Louis Reynard entered the room at seven fifteen they were ready and waiting.

"Excellent! I have no doubt that I will be the envy of every man in Monaco when we appear in the Casino this evening with you two visions of loveliness on my arms. Shall we go?"

Lisa was speechless. She'd been to some lavish hotels with her folks but the Monte Carlo Casino was off the charts! A simile popped into her head "The Monte Carlo Casino is to every Vegas Hotel Casino as Grace Kelly was to every 'Solid Gold' stripper." She leaned over and whispered to Angie, "I feel like I should be outside selling pencils from a tin cup!"

Angie whispered back, "Remember, you're one of the two most beautiful women in the building, so flaunt it. Make the little people salivate!"

They were enjoying drinks at Les Privés, one of the bars in the Casino, when Lisa leaned over to Angie and whispered, "Are we with the most popular man in Europe or is everyone just trying to look down my dress?"

"Probably a little of both, I'd say. Louis is popular, he throws a lot of money around, your chest is fun to look at, and he has a reputation for enjoying it when he shares his women with friends of either sex."

Lisa nodded, "I think that last point might tip the scales!" 

They left the bar and headed for the Cabaret du Casino de Monte-Carlo. Louis said, "I told you! You're making quite a hit. I've already had twenty requests to come to my party!"

Lisa asked, "Oh, you're having a party? When?"

Louis turned and stroked her cheek, "Mon cher, I have a soirée every night; it's expected. Tonight you're the guests of honor!"

Louis excused himself to the men's room. Angie faintly suppressed a giggle. "Have you figured it out yet?"

"Figured out what?"

"Louis was right, twenty or so men asked to come to his party upstairs. Some he invited, some he put off..."

"Yeah, I caught that part."

"Start paying attention! The men whose wives or girlfriends gave Louis a woody got invited, the others didn't make the cut. I suspect we've become wife or girlfriend-swap ammunition."

Lisa giggled, "Think on the bright side! At least we're getting hooked up with guys who're capable of getting a fox on their own!"

When they got to the suite at about one A.M. Lisa was surprised to find a quartet playing. Piano, bass, alto sax and trombone provided a delightful ambiance while trays of exotic hors d'oeuvres circulated amidst waiters delivering Dom and cocktails to the guests. Louis and a male guest were engaged in an animated discussion but unfortunately Lisa spoke no French. Finally Louis turned to Lisa as the other man walked away, "This fool just bet me 1,000 Euros that his girlfriend's breasts were firmer and higher than yours."

"Louis! How can you make a bet like that when you've never even seen my tits?"

"I can make such a bet if I don't care who wins! I want to see the girlfriend's tits! Now lower the top of your dress."

Lisa asked, "You mean here?"

"Of course here, just as the girl he's bringing over will drop her top also."

The gentleman returned with a blonde on his arm who immediately locked eyes with Louis. She untied the spaghetti straps holding her dress up and allowed it to drop to her waist. Lisa then did the same, knowing the contest was over before it began. When everyone looked at the two sets of tits the man, whose name was Philippe Leyard, handed the cash to Louis. He said to Lisa, "I'm afraid that I owe you an apology. Your breasts are delightful and seem to defy gravity." He held out his hand. "Allow me to apologize properly in the next room."

Lisa looked at Louis to get instructions. He said, "By all means! I'll be busy apologizing to Danielle. Angie, why don't you join us?"

The five of them walked into what Lisa presumed was the master bedroom where to Lisa's surprise Angie was the first one to strip. She asked, "Can I get anyone anything?"

Danielle responded by pulling Angie close and pushing her to her knees. Louis was already undressing Danielle so in short order her pussy was available to the girl's questing tongue.

Philippe acted almost timid with Lisa. His English was good but there was no doubt that it was a second (third?) tongue. He showered her with compliments about how she was the most beautiful girl he ever seen Louis with and asking how they had met. Lisa tried to be truthful as often as possible so she said she had been traveling with some friends aboard the schooner Clarion and had run into Angie outside the customs shed when they docked here this morning. She went on to say that it was through Angie that she had met Louis. He impressed her and she felt it was time for a change so she left her friends and jumped ship. "It's been fun catching up with Angie, we're sharing a suite on the ninth floor."

He still hadn't made the first move and the three-way action from the next bed was getting both wild and high volume so Lisa asked, "Philippe would you be more comfortable if we went down to my suite?"

At just that moment Angie, with Louis' cock down her throat and Danielle's tongue mauling her clit, decided to attempt to scream. For obvious reasons it wasn't very loud but it was enough to make up Philippe's mind. "Yes, please, I'd love very much to see your suite!"

Lisa could see Philippe was upset about something. He'd begun pacing ever since they'd entered the suite. Lisa knew better than to try to steer him into the bedroom until his issues were resolved. She asked, "Philippe, may I offer you something to drink?"

"Oui, Pernod s'il vous plait." He immediately realized what he'd said and corrected himself. "I'm so sorry, if you have some Pernod I would like that very much."

"Now it's my turn to be sorry. I'm not really that familiar with what's stocked in my bar and I'm not sure what Pernod is! Do you see a bottle?"

Philippe pulled a bottle off the shelf as he asked, "Will you join me?"

"As I said I've never even heard of it but sure, I guess I'll try anything!"

The double entendre wasn't lost on Philippe. He smiled as he poured the liqueur into two glasses, "Henri Pernod was one of the largest manufacturers of absinthe in the world prior to era of the prohibitionists. In your country you made the unspeakable blunder of outlawing all alcohol. The prohibitionist movement was also in France at the time but their goals were not quite so outlandish! They began a lead... no, they spearheaded a worldwide movement which simply outlawed absinthe.

So today Pernod is known round the world as the distiller of... Pernod! What beer is to northern Europe, Pernod is in the south." As he added water to the glasses it took on the appearance of cum. He handed Lisa her glass and they each took a healthy drink.

Lisa commented, "Licorice... or is it anise I detect? Never mind, I don't really care but the color reminded me of something."

Philippe asked, "Yes?"

Lisa locked on his eyes, "It reminded me that I'd been fantasizing about what it might feel like with your cum squirting into me.

As fascinating as your History of Pernod is, I can't help recalling the look in your eye when you first asked if you could apologize to me." Lisa stood and unzipped her dress as she continued, "There's something else, though.

I know you want me but there's something that's holding you back. What is it?" She stepped out of her dress.

He took Lisa in his arms and simply said, "Later!" He pulled the naked girl to him and began showering her with kisses. Lisa's hands in turn began unbuttoning his clothes. She was about to begin fellating him when he pulled her onto the bed and began gently kissing him as his hands stroked her body.

Every time Lisa tried to get aggressive Philippe would slow her down and maintain control of the pace of their lovemaking. She was rather enjoying the sense of just being done. He was continually exploring and learning where all her hot buttons were and Lisa was finding it increasingly difficult remaining passive as he deftly alternated pushing them.

She found that Philippe didn't object to her being passionate as long as the late fifties man kept control. As he began rubbing the end of his cock against her labia to gain moisture he suddenly stopped and spoke to her in an animated and urgent voice.




Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 03



Unfortunately it was in French and Lisa could only look puzzled. He began again, "I'm sorry, I should have asked first but I wasn't thinking. Do you request that I use a... use protection?"

Lisa looked into his eyes. "Do I need it?"

He held her eyes as he answered, "No, absolument pas!"

Lisa reached between her legs and repositioned the head of his cock between her lips. "Then would you please continue and fuck me?"

As she felt his cock begin entering her very wet pussy she thrust her hips upward to take it all as quickly as possible. They soon settled into a rhythm Lisa could only call delightful. She closed her eyes and had soon transitioned into believing that it was Jason on top of her.

As Philippe was continually thrusting into her, her mind reflected on her incredible fortune. She'd decided to take a summer job fucking for money and she'd done quite a bit of that, but her last three partners turned out to be incredibly caring and talented lovers! First Bruce, then Jason, and now Philippe; each came quickly to know her body intimately and made her revel in her decision!

Lisa's legs were trapped between them and he raised himself slightly and began to suck her toes as he continued thrusting into her. His thumbs massaged her insteps as his lips rotated from toe to toe, giving each its own tender blowjob. She couldn't reach his back so her hands began to pull at her own nipples as she felt herself begin to cum.

Lisa screamed. When she had lost her virginity she remembered the volume of Rick's roar as he came into her. Lisa's pitch may have been higher but she was sure her scream was louder as Philippe's pelvis slammed into her. She forced her legs apart so she could kiss him.

They had come full circle. Their eyes were once again locked as Philippe's fingers traveled over her body. Lisa asked, "Can I get you another Pernod?"

He smiled, "Please, I've wanted to relieve myself but didn't want to be the first to separate."

When Philippe returned from the bathroom Lisa was already on the bed with two glasses and two bottles, one Pernod and one water. She handed him both glasses as she poured the drinks and them added the water to each glass. "Before we made love you had said 'Later' when I asked what had been bothering you. It's later now." They both downed their drinks.

He sighed and poured himself another Pernod. "We ran into Louis at Le Mans. I could tell right away he lusted after Danielle so it didn't really surprise me when he invited us up here with you at his side.

When we got up here I truthfully told Louis how lovely I thought you were. He responded that he'd always admired Danielle and proposed that we exchange... that we swap you two girls." He stroked her face.

"As much as I delighted in the idea, I was also unhappy... no, I was disturbed at the concept that Louis would presume to offer you as if you were his property."

This time Lisa stroked Philippe's face. "Didn't you just presume the same thing about Danielle?"

"Oui, but she is... she would enjoy..." He couldn't finish the sentence. "Je suis désolé. You're quite right. It is the same."

"Would it help ease your angst if I answered that if it's all right with Louis I'd much rather spend some time with you?"

Philippe's face lit up. "Would you still say that if I told you we'd have to leave Monaco in two days? I have a business appointment in Lombardy."

"Philippe it's you I'd want to be with, the place isn't that important!"

He bounded out of bed. "How do you feel about making love on the beach?"

Lisa blinked twice. "You mean now? It's two in the morning!"

Philippe laughed and pulled her up by her hands. "I thought all Americans enjoyed sex in the dark!"

"Okay, let's do it! I've loved swimming in the Med for the last several weeks anyway!" She went to her suitcase and took out a bikini.

Philippe held a robe for her. "What do you want to put on a bathing costume for? Is it just for the pleasure of removing it again before me? Don't bother."

Dressed simply in robes and sandals, the two of them took the elevator to the east entrance where Philippe's driver took them to the beach. Lisa was surprised to see that even at that late hour there were quite a few couples on the beach, although the awnings on the rattan beach lounges were now serving to protect the couples from prying eyes rather than the baking sun.

As soon as she felt the sand between her toes Lisa handed Philippe her robe and raced for the warm waters of the Mediterranean. She dove into the sea and swam out as far as her lungs would allow. When she surfaced she pushed the hair out of her face and became aware of two other girls floating not far from her. One of them asked, "Rinsing?"

Lisa looked over, "I beg your pardon?"

The girl laughed. "I can't even hazard a guess as to how many gallons of cum get released into the Mediterranean on a night like this!"

Lisa smiled as she admitted, "Caught in the act!"

"Aha! Do I detect a New York accent?"

"Maybe a little, Connecticut since I turned six!"

The girl made a mock salute. "Nonsense! If you're born a New Yorker then forevermore you're a New Yorker! Why pretend to be a lesser being?

Oh, and I'm Barbara, Sheepshead Bay!"

"Okay, then I'm Lisa, Canarsie!"

"Hey! We're practically neighbors."

Barbara pointed. "Is that one yours?"

Lisa looked toward shore and saw Philippe swimming toward them. "Yeah. Wow, I've never seen him swim before. That's a powerful stroke!" She grinned. "In a different way, of course."

When he got about ten feet away Philippe dove. Suddenly Lisa felt herself pulled beneath the surface by her ankles. When they broke the surface Barbara saw them locked in a kiss. They finally had to break apart to refill their lungs. "Philippe, this is Barbara and her friend...?"

The other girl spoke for the first time. "Heidi. I'm very pleased to meet you both."

Barbara said, "Well there's no way you're gonna convince me that he's from Bensonhurst! You're a strong swimmer, Philippe!"

Philippe flashed a yummy smile to all three girls. "These days all parents are putting their infants into 'Water Baby' lessons. When I was a child not so much, but my parents told me I was a good swimmer before I would crawl on the floor.

What is this Bensonhurst?"

Lisa answered, "A neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York. Barbara lives near where I was born."

Barbara rotated her arms and dove in place, scissor kicking around and ending in the same place having shown her lovely bottom to all. She shook the water from her head. "You know Lisa, right this very minute there's a gentleman standing at the water's edge signaling for Heidi to come in to him and go to bed. That means that when you and Philippe return to your hotel and do the same I'll be left alone as my Ricardo had to go to Cannes on some silly business. It occurs to me that if I had your permission, I'll bet we could convince Philippe to take care of both of us this evening." She closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around Lisa, kissing her as they both slipped below the black iridescent waters of the Mediterranean Sea.

When they bobbed back to the surface, Lisa squeezed the girl's breast. "It sounds lovely and you certainly have my permission to try but I'm going to leave that decision to Philippe."

Philippe swam over to the two girls and took Barbara in his arms. He gently kissed each of her eyes saying, "It's been a while since I've been offered anything quite so lovely.

I think, however, that I must respectfully decline since Lisa and I are still... learning each other and I think I must devote my evening at worship to her body.

Barbara smiled as she looked at the two of them. She simply said, "That's nice. I was just turned down and I'm feeling quite lovely about it!

Well, bonne nuit all! I'm to bed."

Lisa heard several couples pause to watch her on their way off the beach but she'd long since stopped caring about privacy. The lounge's awning which she thought would do such a good job shielding them amounted to very little as she'd slid down to its bottom edge to afford Philippe the best route to attack her pussy as he knelt in the sand before her.

As the next wave of orgasm swept over her she screamed again and Lisa heard a smattering of polite golf applause sweep through the assembled few spectators. No one remained for very long, having assignations of their own but Lisa was quite sure that she'd become the envy of many of the women who'd drifted off to their beds.

She tugged on his shoulders pulling him up to where she could kiss him. "Please, I want you inside me." She reached down and positioned the head of his already hard cock inside the lips of her labia. As Philippe stroked his way into her, gaining perhaps only an additional inch with each stroke, she was mildly surprised at how quickly she wanted more. She'd thought she'd just wanted the intimacy being inside her would provide but as soon as she'd gained it her pussy put forth its own list of demands. He was still fucking her when the first rays of the morning sun broke over the shoreline stretching off toward San Remo.

They dozed off until Lisa heard some voices not far from their chaise. Lisa tried to push Philippe off her but wound up grabbing her robe and pulling it over them both. "Trust me, Lisa. We're neither the first ones nor are we likely to be the last to be discovered asleep in each other's arms on that beach."

"Well you can trust me Philippe that I'll be quite content if I'm never again found on a beach, with a sleeping man still inside me, by a family of early morning bathers!

They had almost completed her packing. Could you allow some time before we go to the airport? I want to send some of these bags home.

"Certainement." Philippe crossed over to the phone. "Bonne journée. Would you send two bellmen to 953? We have some bags we want to ship and others headed to the airport. There are also a few bags in 2430 which will also be going to the airport. Merci beaucoup!"

Lisa grabbed her purse as she said to Philippe, "Great, those bags get shipped while these go with us to the airport.

I'm going to run down to meet Angie at the Stars 'n' Bars. When do you want me where?"

"Do you think two hours is enough time to say au revoir to your friend?"

"I'd certainly think so." She flowed into his arms. "I must confess I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall at your luncheon with Louis!"

He swatted her bottom. "You égotiste! You just enjoy having men talk about you! You might as well stay where you are and I'll pick you up at the Stars 'n' Bars. We can go on to the airport from there. Dire au revoir à Angie!"

Lisa kissed him thoroughly and headed for the door. "I will! See you in a couple of hours mon cher."

The giggling could be heard from several tables away as the two girls recounted their respective evenings. Angie was saying, "...wouldn't let me get any sleep! Don't get me wrong, Louis was a very respectable lover and rang my bell a few times but any conversation about sex in that room last night has to center on Danielle. In college my sorority was basically a bunch of sluts but I've never come across anyone with Danielle's appetite!

So you were pleased with Philippe?"

Lisa's face drifted into a dreamy look. She sighed as she said, "Unquestionably pleased! I remember the format of your little rating sheets so here goes. He's a gentle attentive lover with average equipment but with enough stamina to supply five men. Oops, I remember the sheets said to guard against using hyperbole so I'll rephrase... He had enough stamina to supply three men.

Angie we literally fucked almost all night! I know for sure that the sun was up when I dozed off on the beach. A family of four discovered us as they went for their morning swim. Angie we were both asleep but he was still inside me! I'm sure they couldn't see our privates but the parents sure could figure out what had been going on. Funny thing is they didn't seem very upset about it!"

"You're in Monaco not Minneapolis, girl! Wow though! You've been hitting quite a streak in the enjoyable partners department! Maybe we should start charging you!

Anyway, let's get to details. First thing, you said you had luggage to ship."

"No longer a problem. Philippe's shipping it back using the hotel's concierge."

"Okay... but in the future always do this kind of stuff through us. If Philippe turns out to be a stalker he now has your real name and address at school."

"Sorry, I didn't think of that. I'm sure Philippe won't be a problem but point taken."

"Okay, next, the agency wants the name of your next hotel as they want to forward a package to you there."

"Philippe never said, but we're flying in his plane and we're going to Lombardy, if that helps."

"Lombardy's a rather large district in northern Italy so that doesn't narrow it down much. How'd he make his travel arrangements?"

"Oh, he used the hotel concierge. They supplied the car and driver we've been using and made the hotel reservation! I also remember his saying that at least it's a five star hotel when he was asking for a room overlooking the water."

"Good, that's probably enough for me to get all I need but just in case I crap out, call the agency as soon as you check in... better yet; you still have that Blackberry I gave you? Good, text me when you know the hotel."

Lisa said, "Okay, but what are you doing now?"

Angie grinned. "Since you're gone now Louis asked me to stay two more days and the agency said okay. It's starting to look like you might have been right! I'm now on the books as a Ho just like you!

Oh, on that other mater you asked me to keep tabs on? Well, I haven't heard anything about fallout but you were wrong about one thing. The Carsons left you a very nice $5,000 tip when they cleared our bill. They can't be very mad at you between the tip and a glowing recommendation they left in your file!"

Lisa lapsed into thought, "Hmm, I didn't expect that. By the way, who's sending me a package?"

Just as Angie responded "I've no idea." Philippe walked up behind Lisa. "Philippe, do you have time for an espresso?"

"Good afternoon Angie. I wish I could but some associates of mine are meeting me and we should have taken off twenty minutes ago."

"Lisa didn't tell me where you guys were going other than somewhere in Lombardy and I wanted to send her a little gift. What hotel are you staying at?"

"The Serbelloni. It has a delightful view of both the mountains behind and the Lake stretched out before it."

Lisa had never heard of the place but Angie seemed to recognize it. Angie said, "Oh Lisa you'll love it! The Grand Hotel Villa Serbelloni is one of the oldest and certainly the grandest hotel in Bellagio. I stayed there once and it's dreamy."

Lisa was less pleased about the news than Angie seemed to be. Even though they were staying at the Maroni villa rather than the hotel, winding up in the same town as her parents made her a bit uncomfortable.

Lisa had spent her youth believing her family to be wealthy and they were, by any objective measure but the extreme wealth which had been paraded before her this summer was daunting. When they got to the airport in Monaco they boarded Philippe's Gulfstream V, an ultra-luxurious tube which seated fourteen amid soft leather seats, burled walnut tables, and Italian marble in the restroom.

As soon as the scream of the powerful Rolls Royce engines began to moderate, the two stewardesses were putting out trays of finger foods and taking drink orders. Lisa unbuckled her seat belt and joined Philippe on the long sofa. In no time she was nestled against his warm chest sound asleep.

Lisa woke alone. She didn't really think she'd moved while she was orienting herself on the sofa of a plane which had apparently landed, but Philippe had apparently noticed something. "Ah, you're awake! That will please the nervous little customs official who's pacing outside the plane. I told him not to disturb you while you were sleeping but he keeps droning on about wanting to see his wife and children. Is it all right for me to let him in?"

Lisa stretched like a cat. "Of course. When did we land?"

"About an hour ago. While you were sleeping I've been conducting a little business. As soon as we clear customs I'd like to get you checked into the Hotel and then dash off to a meeting if it's all right with you?"

Lisa was impressed. Philippe was up before dawn, in meetings until noon, back in the hotel making love to her until three, back to meetings until six, and he still managed to "knock off a piece" before dinner.

Lisa was lying by the pool after a treatment at the Serbelloni SPA. She was so relaxed that if she didn't move she could convince herself that her bones had become soft and flexible. Through the slits in her eyes she saw Ben, one of her favorite waiters, approaching her lounge. She opened her eyes.

"Lisa a package has been delivered for you at the front desk. I said I'd bring it out to you but they said that the instructions said not to release it to anyone but you. The gentleman who delivered the package overheard me and said I was to escort you to a table by the tennis courts and by way of convincing you I should bring you this." He put a soup bowl filled with an amber liquid before her.

Lisa was, and displayed that she was, confused. Ben simply said, "Take a sip."

"You didn't bring a spoon."

"The gentleman told me not to." He smiled. "He also said you'd figure it out."

Lisa leaned forward and picked up the bowl. As soon as she did she caught the odor wafting up from the pungent liquid. She sat bolt upright and put the bowl back on the tray. Her face had broken into a childish grin. "Lead the way, young sir!"

They had to go through the lobby to get to the tennis courts. As soon as they exited onto the patio she stopped the waiter. "Would I get you in trouble if I took off my robe and dipped each of my breasts into that bowl? I promise I'll keep my swimsuit top on."

Ben laughed. "You're a guest. I'd probably get in trouble if I tried to stop you!" Ben lowered the try as Lisa removed her wrap.

After dipping each breast in the Grand Marnier she said to Ben, "Okay, when we get to the table just put the bowl down, you can take the tray. Oh, be sure to get a nice tip from the man I'll be staring at."

Ben led her to a table overlooking both the tennis courts as well as the 11th green. Seated were Liz and Rick Denton, along with Bruce Holt. "Liz, Rick, Bruce; I must admit being shocked when your drink arrived!" She leaned forward and kissed Liz' cheek just before offering her liqueur soaked left breast. Liz didn't hesitate. She pushed the fabric aside and began licking the area around Lisa's nipple.

Lisa started laughing which triggered the same from everyone else. She put her breast away and pulled out a chair as she asked, "It's great to see you guys but how ever did you find me?"

Rick held out a small box only slightly larger than a ring box. "I needed to give you one last gift and apparently someone called Angie had told your employers that it would be all right to release your whereabouts to us. We took a helicopter to the factory in Modena and it was a delightful three hour drive to here!

Unfortunately Bruce had to take the chopper." 

Lisa wasn't even listening. She was tearing the wrapping paper off the box containing the keys to her new car. She started to say, "I can't wait to take Philippe..." She looked up at Liz, "You do know that I'm here with someone, don't you?"

Liz smiled, "We assumed so but the more interesting question is who the guy with the BMW is?"




Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 03



"What BMW?"

Rick picked up the thread, "As soon as we left the Ferrari Factory in Modena a metallic grey BMW's been following us all the way here. We stop to pee, it pulls in for gas, we speed up and we lose it for a while, but it always shows up again."

Lisa said, "Well since I know only one other person in Europe right now and Philippe, the man I'm with, just talked with him this morning so I know he's in Monaco, I think you should chalk it up to a coincidence.

Look you guys; I'd love you to come to dinner with us. Philippe should be just getting back from his business meeting so why don't I go back to my room and get cleaned up? What do you think, Liz, if I can talk Philippe into it why don't we take on all three guys after we eat?"

Liz' eyes lit up. "Sounds yummy!"

"Okay, what's your room number so I can call you in a little while?" Liz told her and Lisa headed upstairs.

As they entered the elevator Lisa said to Philippe, "I feel like I should thank Federico, Louis' majordomo. When I was out shopping in Monaco I had passed on this dress because I'd thought it too scandalous. He insisted that I buy it and right now I love how wicked it makes me feel!"

Philippe slipped a hand under the fabric and eased her left breast out of the diaphanous garment. His lips quickly found the erect nipple. The elevator bell rang so he replaced the breast. "Remind me to toast Federico when we join your friends."

The evening was progressing nicely. All three men shared a common interest in baseball and Liz' hand had spent a good part of the desert course inside Philippe's unzipped fly. Lisa was just about to take a sip of coffee when her eyes locked on a face at the patio bar. She exclaimed, to no one in particular, "Oh my god! " She rose from the table. "Not to sound too much like Arnold Schwarzenegger but 'I'll be back'. Oh and Rick, I now know who belongs to the BMW."

She walked over to the bar, never taking her eyes off the eyes of her objective. Her pussy had been damp throughout dinner but now it was positively squishing. Her target got up from his seat and Lisa flowed into his arms, wrapping hers tightly around his neck. When they broke from the kiss the entire patio broke into a standing ovation.

Lisa was surprised to discover that she was blushing. She buried her face against Jason's chest until the crowd settled down. She looked up at his face and said, "I ran into some friends a few hours ago so this is the second time today I have to ask... How the devil did you find me?"

"I already told you I was searching for you online. The little spiders I'd sent out did find your real name and where you'll be going back to school in the Fall but I was drawing a blank as to your current whereabouts until I got some help from the Connecticut DMV. A title application for a new Ferrari had been processed in your name with your Connecticut address and the car was scheduled to be picked up at the factory in Modena. I just followed your car!

Shouldn't you get back to your friends?"

Lisa grabbed him by his lapels. "Come on. I want to introduce you."

As the couple approached the table, Liz, in a soft voice, started singing, "It's raining men, Hallelujah, it's raining men, amen! Lisa Darling, I've got to start hanging around you more often!"

Lisa laughed as she squeezed Jason's arm. "Anytime Liz; you know I always enjoy your company!

Everyone, this is Jason Carson. Jason, this is Bruce Holt, the infamous Liz Denton, Philippe Leyard, and this is Rick Denton, the gentleman who was driving my car you were following from Modena."

Jason walked around the table and kissed Liz' outstretched hand. Piacere, it's always a delight to meet Lisa's friends, especially when they're truly bello!"

"As I said earlier, I need to hang around Lisa more often. How do the two of you know each other?"

Jason took an empty chair from the next table and pulled in up next to Liz. He asked, "Con il tuo permesso?"

"Darling, you have my permission to sit in my lap if you want to!"

Jason continued, "Well if you had asked Lisa how we came to meet, she probably would have glossed over it in deference to my feelings. The truth of it is that I was falling behind in one area of study at school and my parents hired her to be my tutor."

It was Bruce who felt compelled to ask, "And if you don't mind my asking, what was the area of study?"

Jason's eyes shifted to Lisa, "Bruce, I guess you could call it Appreciation and Proper Treatment of Women 101. She's an excellent tutor."

Lisa smiled at Jason, "Well if that's true, then you owe thanks to these good folk seated here because they've been my tutors!" Dinner was served. The conversation had broken into smaller groups. Liz was flirting with Philippe, Rick and Bruce were arguing yet heaping praise on Manny Ramirez, while Lisa asked Jason, "So you came all this way for another lesson?"

He kissed her fingers, "Maybe, but what I thought my motivation was would be to convince you to see more of me after school resumes."

Bruce began tapping his glass with his fork, "Everyone! Judging by the looks on the ladies faces, I think it's time to move this party upstairs."

Liz immediately answered, "Oh yeah; why don't we all go up to our suite for a group lesson?"

Jason's eyes never left Lisa. "Sounds like a great idea to me!"

Jason was on the bed with Lisa on top of him locked in a lingering kiss. She could, at the same time, feel a pair of hands unzipping her dress. She glanced over to the other bed and saw Liz alternating between sucking Philippe and Bruce's cocks so Lisa deduced that it was Rick who was undressing her.

Jason was in no rush. He was still fully dressed and his lips and hands were completely absorbed with Lisa's face. It seemed to Lisa that his eyes were peering into her very soul and she couldn't look away.

Lisa felt Rick slipping her dress down from her shoulders, over her hips, and off her ankles. He pulled her hips up so she was kneeling between Jason's legs with her butt raised. Rick began licking her from her clit all the way up to her anus. She reached below her and began unbuckling Jason's pants and unbuttoning his shirt. There was a degree of urgency to her efforts as she wanted Jason in her vagina before Rick entered her ass.

Since Jason wasn't helping, in desperation Lisa finally grabbed Rick's hands and enlisted his aid in pulling Jason's pants off. Jason's hands cupped Lisa's breasts as he continued his kiss her but it was Rick's cock she felt rubbing across her slit, moistening up to gain entrance.

Old habits die hard and Lisa still felt the need to be Jason's tutor. Even though she could hear herself humming in rhythm to Rick's strokes in her pussy, she felt Jason deserved something as a reward for the delightful kiss she was receiving. A thought occurred to her which, if she were successful carrying it out, would represent a first for her as well as for Jason. She reached down between them and began to wet her hand with the copious juices flowing from her pussy.

Lisa slowly lowered her knees bringing her pussy ever closer to Jason's cock and the hand job she was giving it. She'd never attempted a DVP before but she figured then to be a great time to try it. still gazing into Jason's eyes, she arched her eyebrows in an attempt to convey what she wanted. Her timing was being controlled by Rick's thrusts, so she began to urge Jason's hips into matching them.

Rick had figured out what Lisa was attempting, so he pushed her pelvis down and paused, half way out of her. Lisa inserted Jason's cock and man and boy started slowly to match rhythms as they penetrated her. When they were completely buried the sensation became overwhelming and Lisa screamed. Lisa could faintly hear a "You go girl!" coming from Liz on the other bed but Lisa wasn't about to be distracted.

Lisa was reminded of her time in the hot tub on board the Clarion when Jason's fingertips started gently doing their magic across the surface of her back. Not only did it make her back begin to tingle but it seemed to further sensitize the walls of her vagina. The head of Jason's cock seemed like the blade of a snowplow as it raked across the sensitive bundle of nerves at the roof of her passage. 

Then she felt Rick begin to pick up the pace of his fucking and Jason also shifted gears to keep pace. She knew Rick was building toward his orgasm and knew that she had no choice but to be swept along in the tide he was creating. Suddenly Jason's fingers turned into claws just as he broke their kiss and he buried his face into her shoulder. She could tell that it was only with great self-control that he was able to refrain from biting her as he began cumming wave after wave into her.

The power of Jason's orgasm shattered whatever remaining control Rick had left and he too, began pumping semen into Lisa's already drenched passage.

The three of them were laying on their backs trying to recover their breaths when Jason gasped, "Wow! That was fun, let's do it again!" Their gasps were then interspersed with laughter. Lisa could almost feel Jason staring at her so she turned to face him. He said, "I see now that my folks were right."

She kissed each of his eyes. "How?"

"It would be really easy to go off the deep end and fall for you."

A voice from the other bed responded as Bruce said, "You could do a lot worse, Jason."

Liz added, "Horseshit! He'd be hard pressed to do much better."

Rick's face broke into a smile as he reminisced, "I was afraid to do anything about it but I was only sixteen when I knew Liz was going to be the one.

I usually don't regret it too often either!" A pillow sailed from bed to bed.

Lisa was the only one not to speak, preferring to gaze into Jason's eyes and stroke his cheek.

To be continued...



Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 04



Everyone's over 18, blah, blah, etc... Oh, and anyone who starts reading a tale in the middle (Chapter IV) without knowing who the players are deserves to struggle.

It occurred to Lisa that it had been several hours since the last time she had said a single word. She didn't care. She was also aware that she was dead tired. She didn't care about that, either. She was content just walking... and occasionally sitting... and intermittently licking the mostly melted remains of her fourth gelato... but always, always holding hands with Jason as they walked the streets of Bellagio.

There was a streetside bench outside an all night apothecary and Jason seated her there as he went inside. He emerged with a hairbrush with which he began to brush her hair as she sat with her eyes closed. A full ten minutes later they resumed walking, again holding hands.

Lisa was aware that Jason was leading her down a rather steep concrete lane. They turned a corner and there before her was a Rosso Scuderia F430 Ferrari Spyder. He broke the silence. "Pretty, isn't it?"

Lisa gazed at her new car for the first time. She said, "It's the second most beautiful thing I've ever owned."

He turned and looked at her as she added, "You're the first."

Jason didn't argue but simply asked, "Oh, you own me?"

"Umm."

"That's nice." The two of them sat on the concrete facing each other while leaning up against the passenger side of the red metal coachwork. There they fell asleep, the little Prince and his whore.

Liz became aware of the sound of conversation coming from the next room. She gently lifted Bruce's arm from across her breasts and got up from her bed. After a trip to the bathroom she headed for the kitchenette where she poured herself a cup of coffee and wandered out onto the balcony to refresh the cups of Philippe and her husband. She liked the fact that Philippe's eyes never left her naked body.

She asked, "Anyone know where the lovebirds are?"

Philippe said, "Good morning! They said something about seeing the town when they wandered off several hours ago. The Ferrari keys are still on the bar, so they're on foot."

Liz sat on Rick's lap and said, "I still remember what first love is like, don't you?"

Rick leaned over and kissed her breast. "Umm, most definitely. I was just thinking that our Lisa might be the most sexually experienced girl with a case of puppy love anywhere."

"She's come a long way since I led that sweet virgin down the companionway of the Fantasia!"

Philippe looked puzzled so Liz and Rick went on to explain the history of the Fantasia cruises, including Lisa's sexual awakening. She concluded with, "...so she left the Fantasia in Caracas where she apparently boarded a plane to Bermuda to join Jason's family on their boat. I guess they dropped her off in Monaco."

Philippe continued, "Where she was met by Louis Reynard who traded her to me for a young lady who I was thinking about ending a relationship with anyway. Sometimes you just get lucky, as you Americans say!"

Rick asked, "So should I come to this morning's meeting or make love to my wife?"

Liz grinned, "I have no idea what you're talking about but I know which way I'd vote!"

Philippe said, "I think we should treat you as my secret weapon. They don't think I'm in a position to take both the food chain and the cable network, so they're being overly aggressive with pricing. Perhaps we'll wind up with both and we'll each save a few lira!

Why don't we invite Sr. Maroni and his agent to a luncheon here and gain a home field advantage?"

Rick turned to Liz, "Hey Babes, it looks like we've buying the cable network that supplies service to your father's factory in Toulon!"

Liz didn't want the conversation diverted, "So to make the most of this home field advantage am I going to get to fuck someone?"

Rick answered, "I think that's entirely up to you Sweet-tits but with you, Angie, and Lisa here as persuaders I feel confident we'll get a deal done."

Philippe spoke softly, "Mes ami, technically Lisa is in my possession for the next six days. I think her assistance would certainly be helpful but I feel the decision as to whether she lends it must come from the young lovers, oui?"

Liz got off Rick's lap and sat in Philippe's. She said to him, "You know, you really are a lovely man." She kissed the top of his balding head.

Lisa felt someone shaking her shoulder. "Umgh... wha?..." She opened her eyes and looked into the bluest blue eyes of... a security guard?

"Mi scusi."

Lisa thought,  "God, those are beautiful eyes!" but she said, "Is something wrong?"

The security guard switched from Italian to perfect English. "I beg your pardon, young Miss, but you and your friend are sleeping against one of our guest's automobiles."

Lisa struggled to her feet. "It's all right, it's my car."

The guard persisted, "Mi scusi.  I didn't realize you were guests. If I could just see your Hotel keycard, the vehicle registration or keys," any sort of identification?"

Lisa untied the sash which held together the wraparound dress she was wearing revealing her naked body. She said, "I think you can see that I possess no keys, keycards, registrations, or even pockets or purses to keep them in! So what do I do now?"

The guard was struck dumb. He could only stand there mouthing soundless words which wouldn't steal breath to add volume and substance to themselves.

Lisa said, "My friend really needs his rest. I could sort of watch over him if you'd go back to my friends' suite and get my wallet and keys! Of course I'd need to thank you." Lisa folded her dress and kneeled on it as she unzipped the guard's fly.

The guard was still mostly dumb except for the humming sound which was issuing between breaths as Lisa's head began bobbing at an ever faster rate. She interrupted her actions to ask, "I know you're having trouble speaking but I think it only fair that I know your name before you cum in my mouth, don't you?"

"Pie... Pietro, in English... Peter."

Lisa stepped up the pace of her ministrations, slowing down only every third or fourth stroke to deep throat him. "Thank you Pietro. Oh, and please cum in my mouth; I don't want it in my hair!"

Pietro was getting into it. Suvvia, suvvia, suvvia..." He leaned back against her car as he exploded down her throat.

As Lisa was retying her dress she said, "Oh and Pietro that wallet and car keys are on the bar in Suite 1240." She gave him a peck on his cheek. "We'll wait for you here." She lowered herself back to the concrete and leaned against Jason.

Liz answered the door when the buzzer sounded. Before her was one of the Hotel security people who just stood there without saying anything. She asked, "Can I help you?"

"Mi scusi.  I was sent to get a wallet and car keys by a guest, but she didn't give me a name!"

Liz laughed. "So you just keep going from room to room looking for stray wallets and car keys?"

That got a smile from Pietro. Liz started focusing on those bluer than blue eyes as he said, "Auburn hair, 1.7 meters tall, high cheek bones, and she was sleeping in the garage with a boy leaning against a new 430 Ferrari. She may have failed to give me her name but she told me this room number and said her wallet and keys were lying on the bar."

"Did anyone ever tell you your eyes look like glacial pools?

Come on in. I'll get Lisa's things."

Liz came back and said, "Since she didn't have her things she obviously wasn't able to tip you so here's fifteen Euros. I hope that's enough."

Pietro handed the bills back to Liz. "Grazie but the young lady tipped me already."

Liz' puzzlement lasted only a second. "Oh, of course, that lucky slut!

Could you please ask the young man she's with to call me at this number?" She wrote the number on a hotel pad and returned the Euros.

Pietro bowed as he left. "Grazie."

"In about three kilometers you're going to go through a small village. At..." Jason leaned over to reread the car's speedometer. "...at one hundred and forty kph the sheep which were there on my way in won't have a chance."

Lisa backed her bare foot off the accelerator. "You never want me to have any fun! You just keep me around as the sexual toy which is always at your call and beck and call and... by the way, have you ever been blown in a Ferrari?"

"Slow down but keep driving. We're late for lunch and from what Liz was indicating earlier your cocksucking talents would probably be called for at Philippe and Rick's big business meeting this afternoon.

Besides, I'm starving and... Stop the car!" Lisa jammed on the brakes and the car screeched to a halt. Jason leaned over and opened her dress so he could kiss and suckle her breasts. "Okay, you can continue now."

After opening the door to the suite, Liz squealed when she saw Lisa standing there. "Oh goody, come in, come in,  I've got a surprise for you!

Don't say a single word, just get naked. I'll be right back."

Liz quickly returned with a pillow slip and placed it over her Lisa's head. Lisa had already undressed. "Guess who, you guys!"

Lisa reached out and felt the breasts of a nude woman, definitely not Liz, also wearing a pillowcase, tight ass, very wet pu... and then she felt the other girl grab her tits and say,

"Oh Wow! These tits are Lisa's!"

Lisa recognized Angie's voice and yanked off their pillowcases before hugging the girl. "What are you doing here?"

Angie kissed her and said, "Louis got a text from Philippe saying 'seven cocks and only two cunts... can u help?'. So he sent me!"

Lisa looked puzzled and turned to Liz. "Seven?"

Liz answered, "Philippe and Rick are buying some properties from some Italian Count! He and his advisor partied with us earlier and it's a good thing Angie was here 'cause a certain Redhead was out playing with her new toys!

No offence, Jason."

Jason squeezed Lisa's ass as he said, "None taken, and the car was fun too!"

Lisa asked, "So when's the next time I'm likely to see action?"

Liz smiled, "That's up to you and Jason."

"No, I mean with these business dudes?"

Liz stroked Lisa's hair. "Like I said, that's up to you guys.

Hey, Philippe's French! All he needed was one look at your eyes and he knew how much in love you guys are, so for him any control he had over your pussy had expired. It was he who said that it was up to you guys whether you kept partying with us."

Lisa squeezed Jason's hand as she said, "Jase and I talked about this. My contract isn't over, so in good faith, I'm still on the payroll. Besides..."

She held both Liz' hands. "Besides, this is fun! This is the best summer I've ever had!"

Liz laughed, "Andrea Hardy Discovers Sex!

Well Jason, three beautiful women have you trapped in a hotel suite. I'm afraid we can't materially add to your education today; experience certainly but not education! Girls, bring him to the bedroom and I hope he has every drop of his youthful energy!"

Lisa and Angie had Jason stripped and on his back on the bed in a matter of seconds. Next thing he knew, Angie was kissing him deeply while Liz and Lisa were blowing him and licking his chest and nipples.

Jason's left hand was draped over Lisa's shoulders while his right quickly found its way to Angie's pussy. He slowly began stroking her slit, feeling her moisture but in no apparent hurry to enter her. His thumb had collected her wetness and began coaxing her clit to come out and play. Angie groaned.

Lisa raised herself to her knees and grabbed Angie's right leg so that she could position her pussy over Jason's ready cock. Liz reached for his tool and began rubbing the sensitive head across Angie's labia. Angie had been continuing with her assault on Jason's lips until his cock began to enter her pussy. Then Lisa pulled Angie into a cowgirl position saying, "If you get the cock, then I'm taking over his face and those luscious lips!"

An hour later Lisa was in the shower washing cum out of her hair, ears, and everywhere she could find it. Her mind started to wander over her illogical life. College girl turns prostitute and winds up in a hotel with six current and former clients, people who paid her money for the use of her body, none of whom did she know at the end of the school term, and it turns out that she's among six out of her ten favorite friends in the world. What are the odds? She knew without any doubt that when she returned to school she'd miss them all. At least all but Jason because she vowed that she was going to continue seeing him. She knew he was completely in love with her and she suspected the same feeling might be growing in her.

The only thing she hadn't quite figured out yet was how he could have grown emotionally so much in the last six weeks. He had seemed a typical nervous insecure teenager then but somehow he had morphed into an adult with so much self-confidence that he honestly didn't seem to mind the fact that the use of her mouth and pussy was probably going to be offered to a business contact as a party favor that evening.

After drying herself she went out on the balcony to catch some sun. Bruce was already out there reclining on a pile of pillows. Lisa sat in the lounge and used his chest as a footrest. It didn't take him long to awaken and begin sucking her toes. Lisa looked down at him as she said, "You know, you're only average looking."

Bruce laughed. "I'm not sure, should I thank you? Was that a compliment?"

"I wouldn't think so. I just don't want you to get too large a head."

Bruce chuckled, "Translation, please?"

"It's just that you can't help but be aware that, technique-wise, you're the best lover I've ever come across. You can make me feel parts of my pussy I wasn't aware that I had! Places I've never even found masturbating and you don't have the biggest cock in town."

Bruce was still grinning as he replied, "Now that one I'm pretty sure was a compliment!

You fallen in love yet?"

Lisa rotated her big toe in Bruce's mouth. "Maybe, I'm not sure yet."

"He sure as Hell is off the deep end over you!"

"Well he's supposed to be isn't he? I'm a professional whore so I'd better be able to captivate an eighteen-year-old boy shouldn't I?

I must admit I'm awfully impressed by him."

"You going to continue whoring after you get back to school?" Bruce's lips began traveling up the inside of her thigh.

Lisa would have purred had she been capable. "Hmmmm, another good question. Probably not, I never really needed the money. Think Rick'll invite me back for next year's cruise?"

"If he doesn't, then call me. My wife and I will hire you for the entire summer."

A voice from the doorway said, "Oh Lisa'll be invited for sure but after what I just heard I don't know about you, Bruce. I don't like competition.

Anyhow, it's time we all started getting ready if we want to get to the restaurant on time to meet Carlo and his entourage."

"Me first in the shower!" Lisa jumped up.

Rick turned to join her, "You were just in the shower!"

"Yeah, before Bruce started eating my pussy and making me cream myself."

Bruce, Rick, Philippe, and Jason were starting on their second round of drinks when the girls appeared. The three of them made their entrance together and some wood was certainly growing.

Philippe finally said, "Mes ami, now we depart."

When they entered the restaurant Lisa immediately needed a lady's room and Angie showed her the way. As they touched up their make-up Angie said, "If you get the opportunity, flirt with the business manager as opposed to the Count. Liz wound up with Carlo and she said he was 'just alright' but I can attest from firsthand experience that the manager can fuck all night and he knows what he's doing."

As Angie and Lisa approached the table someone apparently said something funny because the entire group erupted with laughter. Lisa stopped in her tracks as she began muttering, "Shit, shit, shit, motherfucker, asshole, sonofabitch, shit..."

"Are you feeling alright?" Angie had returned to check on her friend.

Lisa had her fists clenched and was muttering to herself, "Gotta think, gotta think..." She looked at her friend. "The guy on the left in the blue suit, that's the one you fucked all night?"

Angie's one word answer had a question mark built into it. Yeah? 

Lisa nodded and said, "He's mine." as she walked on toward the table. She came up to the business advisor from behind and leaned over to kiss his cheek as she whispered in his ear. "Act moderately surprised to see me but don't create a scene if you don't want to lose face and embarrass yourself. After five minutes excuse yourself for the men's room and we'll talk."

Lisa stood and rounded the table to her chair which Philippe was holding for her. As she sat she said, "Arthur you can't just keep surprising me like this." She turned and said to the table, "This is the second time this summer I've run into Arthur. The last time we were together he was a very naughty boy. Later on this evening I'm going to have to punish him."

Angie pretty much knew Lisa's schedule since she had joined the agency and couldn't figure out where Lisa and Arthur might have met. From the look on his face it wasn't an enjoyable coupling. His teeth were clenched and his facial muscles were locked as he muttered a barely civil, "Good to see you again."

Angie also picked up on the fact that three minutes after Arthur had excused himself from the table Lisa felt compelled to revisit the ladies' room. Something was definitely going on and she couldn't fathom what.

When Lisa entered the hall she spotted Arthur standing outside the men's room. She caught his eye and turned left to walk toward the parking lot. There was a Florentine fountain off the path to the entrance and Lisa waited there. As she heard his steps near her she spun around to face him. "Daddy if you start shouting then I'll start crying and neither of us will be composed enough to resume the charade we need to play if your big deal is to stay on track. If you'll let me I'd like to explain."

Arthur's fists were still clenched to the point of his fingernails digging into the flesh of his palm. Lisa was sure that his jaw had to hurt from the force with which he was clenching his teeth. He opened them long enough to utter one word, "Speak."

"I had this summer all planned. All my friends and I were going to Cozumel and I was going to lose my virginity while the surf of the Pacific Ocean lapped at my newly pedicured toes. Then Mom tells me I can't go because we're all going to the cabin for some trout fishing and family bonding. So after I cancel all my Mexican plans she calls to tell me that the cabin trip is off 'cause you guys are going to Lake Como and I wasn't invited. It was already too late for me to uncancel my cancelled plans so I was left alone while practically everyone I knew was going somewhere without me. I was sooo depressed I almost considered going to summer school when I heard about an opening at an "entertainment" company which supplied party girls to special functions all over the world. I knew a girl who'd been working for them for a couple of years and was assured that it was completely safe and I'd wind up going to the best places with some great people...

So I did it. So far I've been on a cruise from Miami to Caracas; from Bermuda to Portugal and on sailing through the Riviera to Monaco. I flew from Monaco to Switzerland two days ago and wound up across the table from you tonight.

Daddy I'm not denying anything. If you want to call me a whore It'll hurt, but I won't disagree with you. Remember this though, Daddy, when I think over everything I've done this summer and compare it with spending the summer picking up an extra nine credits...




Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 04



Well I wouldn't have done a single thing differently. I don't know if I'll ever do this kind of thing again in years to come; probably not, but I did discover I'm a really good whore. I make people happy and that's a lot more satisfying than just helping them get their rocks off!"

His body language told Lisa that her father had heard her and was calming down; albeit only slightly, but he still didn't say a word so Lisa continued,

"The way I see it we should have several goals. We need to maintain a proper façade so that you can get your business deal done and we'll need to talk out the whole situation about how mad you are at me

We also need to decide two things; how we let tonight play out and how we handle Mom."

Another minute went by before Arthur grudgingly asked, "What do you mean about tonight?"

"Well after dinner I assume that a few couples are going to pair off and the rest are going to wind up in some kind of orgy. You've got to decide whether you want to spend the night getting laid by one of my friends which means I'll be with someone else or whether you spend the night with me in your room. I kinda vote for the second idea 'cause then we'll be forced to talk some more but if you're horny...

Well... you made quite an impression on Angie and I'm quite sure she'd very much like to jump your bones again."

That finally evoked a smirk from her father. "Don't be a wise ass young lady. Whether or not I'm horny shouldn't be a topic for my daughter's speculation and it embarrasses the shit out of me that you know I cheated on your mother."

"Daddy... I'm not stupid or blind. Mom's interest in sex flagged before I grew pubic hair. As long as you don't let her garden club know I'm quite sure she doesn't care where you stick your dick."

Arthur's shoulders sagged. "I didn't know you realized. It's still a little embarrassing."

"I think it's time for us to get back to the table. I'm sure our absence has already been noticed.

May I make a suggestion?"

"Of course Lisa."

"Act like I'd just given you a hummer in the men's room and I'll do the same. Your stock will go up with everyone at the table and it'll provide a cover for why we took so long."

Lisa could see her father didn't like the idea of letting on to anyone that he'd had some form of sex with his daughter but the logic of her suggestion won out. "Okay."

They had almost reached the table when Lisa whispered, "Oh, and flirt with Angie. I've got an idea."

Jack Maroni had brought his wife to dinner and since there was no indication that she was a player that left their associate her father and David Kendall as the only ones not part of the Denton group who would need servicing. Lisa took Rick aside at one point and suggested that Angie handle him while she'd take care of Arthur that way they'd be putty in their hands. Rick liked the idea although that meant that Liz would be responsible for servicing him along with Philippe, Bruce and Jason. He said to Lisa, "l thing it'd be good to soften those two up. Besides Liz will be overjoyed having four cocks to take care of." They both laughed.

Dinner went well. It took Lisa a while to get her head back into a party mood but despite the occasional pointed glare she could feel emanating from her father's direction. She flirted with Jack Maroni in such a way as to not provoke his wife too much. By the time the entree was served she saw Angie had inveigled her Dad into a nuzzling intimate conversation and she could tell by the looks on their faces that Liz had her hand in David's pants.

During after dinner drinks Lisa was able to catch her father's eye to nonverbally ask whether he wanted to talk it out upstairs with her or go off to jump Angie. While continuing to talk to Angie, Lisa saw his right index finger point to her. 'Oh well,' she thought, 'better to work on familial harmony that to get laid one more time'... she guessed!

Lisa rose from her seat and circled the table to stick her head between her Dad's and Angie's. "I think I'll take your advice, Ange, and take Arthur up to my room if he doesn't mind." She looked questioningly at him.

"Hey girls, there's no diplomatic way I can respond so I'll leave that up to the two of you."

"Oh well," said Angie, "I may have been a little greedy by staking him out for tonight but last night was so much fun! Go ahead, Arthur, how can I deny you a night with a multiple award winning harlot like Lisa. Sigh! "

When they got to the room there were a few minutes of silence before Arthur finally said, "I'm not usually at a loss for words." A chuckle slipped out as he continued. "As you well know.

I feel like I should be pouring out righteous indignation when I think of this new life you've chosen. Are you dropping out of school?"

"As if!

Daddy this has been a summer job, that's it! I felt abandoned and this was my solution. I've had a lot of fun exploring my sexuality and earned a shitpot full of money including an eight hundred thousand dollar Ferrari. I won that as a prize for being really good at pleasing people." 

At this point Lisa's face formed an impish grin as she added, "You know it's really your loss that we're father and daughter." She batted her eyes. "Everyone says I'm the best!"

Arthur shook his head, "Humph, I'm not sure that best hooker is something most women would want to put in their scrapbooks."

"I thought you always told me when I was a little girl that whatever I did in life I should try to do it better than anyone else has ever done it. if I may quote you, 'I don't care if you're during research or scrubbing floors, be the best at whatever you do.' It was you that said that wasn't it?"

He sat on the bed. "Sounds like me."

"So for this summer I'm trying to be the very best whore in the world. I must be doing something right since most of my former clients now claim me as being one of their closest friends in addition to providing great sex. I..." 

She was interrupted by the sound of multiple fists rapping at the door. As she unzipped her dress Lisa called to her father in a fairly loud stage whisper. "Shit, I was afraid this might happen! Quickly, strip down to your boxers."

So by the time Lisa opened the door her father was sitting on the bed in his shorts staring at his daughter's naked body. As soon as the door cracked a giggling Angie pushed it open and entered with David in lock step behind her as his arms encircled the girl and held her breasts. Between giggles Angie was able to say "I told you David that we'd find some hanky-panky going on in this room."

As she kicked off her shoes and began to undress, Angie said to Arthur, "Lisa taught me ages ago that doing it before an audience enhances the experience so I hope you don't mind if David and I share your bed, do you?"

With a glance toward his daughter Arthur answered Angie, "No, by all means enjoy yourselves. So Lisa taught you that, did she?"

Angie pushed David onto his back after quickly stripping him. After a few minutes of bobbing up and down on his cock she paused when she realized that Arthur was just watching and that Lisa was still standing near the door.

"Hey what's up with you guys? Arthur's one of the horniest guys I've met lately and I know Lisa's never met a cock she didn't like...

Did you guys become Shakers when I wasn't looking?"

Arthur didn't know how to answer so Lisa jumped in. "Angie, don't try to bullshit a bullshitter. Ever since dinner you've been dying for your own personal mini-gangbang.

You came up here for an audience? Maybe partly you did, but mostly you wanted a crack at two dicks. I told Arthur you two guys would be coming so you could show off your newly acquired talents to David." 

Angie giggled. "Well maybe...

but I still think it would be more fun if you joined in...

please? 

Lisa avoided her father's eyes as she walked across the room. Angie was fucking David while leaning across sucking Arthur's cock. Lisa got up on the bed and lowered her pussy onto David's eager lips. He held her hips and skillfully worked his tongue around her outer lips, occasionally flirting with her clit. The speed that she felt her orgasm building was accelerated by the absolute knowledge that her Dad was watching as she writhed and twisted on the fulcrum of David's tongue. Her fingers were intertwined in her hair as she began to moan.

Lisa was amazed at the power of her orgasm. She released her hold on her hair and grabbed fistfuls of the silk sheets as she squirted into David's mouth and across his face. Angie had released her hold on Arthur's cock and was bouncing on David's like a bronco rider.

As the power of the spasms began to ebb Lisa felt someone take hold of her right hand. She opened her eyes and realized that her Dad's were lovingly locked onto hers. As he gazed lovingly at her he just whispered, ""My turn?"

Lisa swung her leg from David's shoulder, across Arthur's body and came to rest straddling her father with her lips caressing his. He wrapped her in his arms as she reached between them to position his tool for easy entrance to her pussy.

As their rhythmic rocking began Lisa wondered how this act should feel so right!  The strokes were slow and as her tongue dueled with his she felt his finger enter her ass. She wanted to preserve this act, this moment suspended in time, this blissful joining, in the recesses of her memories to be instantly recalled whenever she wanted. She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that it took her a minute for a whisper to wend its way from her auditory canal to be translated by her brain. "I love you Lisa; I love you my darling girl."

She thought, 'that's really what it's all about, isn't it? A physical act reinforcing an emotional bond between two people who share love for each other.' She gradually began to pick up the pace as she slammed her pelvis down on his. While his right hand still occupied itself with her ass, Lisa felt his left slide between them as her father's fingers began to play with her nipple.

Her orgasm hit her hard. Her father grabbed the cheeks of her ass as he took control of their pace. It became difficult for her to mark where one orgasm waned and the next one waxed. She was sure that with data received from her vaginal walls she could reconstruct a perfect model of her Dad's cock, especially as its head raked across her g-spot.

They got back to the hotel at 4:30 AM. Angie flopped down on one of the sofas while Lisa fetched them each a glass of grapefruit juice. After Lisa was settled Angie looked over and said, "Wow! Talk about mixed signals; at first I thought I'd fucked up by suggesting you take Arthur for a test ride. When I entered the room not only were you two on opposite sides of the room but I could have sworn I felt tension. Then twenty minutes later you're fucking like you've been deeply in love for ages. Add to that the fact that I know your summer schedule and I can't figure out how you met. It's all too confusing for me."

Lisa sighed at she looked at her friend. "I was going to try to keep it a secret but I know I'll tell Jason so it's silly not to tell you. I know Arthur from before I came to the agency; and you're right, I have loved him for years... in a totally non-sexual way."

Angie still looked like she was waiting for more data. She responded rather tentatively, "Okay... I didn't know there  were  other ways, but okay. 

Lisa smiled as she looked at her friend sheepishly. "Sure you do, Angie. You once told me you had the same kind of relationship with a guy."

"Not me, honey. I've only loved two men in my life and I was sexually active with both of them." She then threw in an afterthought with a shrug. "Except, of course, my Dad but...". Angie's eyes grew into saucers as she allowed the shock sink in. "Holy Shit!

Lisa just nodded.

to be continued 



Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 05



Everyone’s over 18, blah, blah, etc… BTW, this story will be infinitely more enjoyable if you read the other chapters first.

Sally Reynolds, a suitcase in one hand and a roller tote dragging behind her, tripped over two boxes inconveniently placed across the entryway to her dorm room.  As she lifted her head from the floor she quickly realized that the two boxes which were so inconveniently placed for her represented but the tip of the iceberg before her.  She got up and carefully climbed over a stack of Hartman totes and three stacks of boxes to behold her roommate puzzling over her bed which was filled with at least thirty pair of designer 3-5” pumps.

Lisa laughed as she realized Sally was staring at her.  She held up the pair in her hands for Sally to see, “Jimmy Choo’s, like ‘em?”

Sally was able to close her open mouth long enough to mutter, “Yeah, what are you crazy?  What is all this anyway?”

“My booty.”

“No, your booty’s those lumps attached to the top of your legs.”

Lisa grinned, “No, this is my booty, my loot, my ill-gotten gains, they’re some of my rewards of sin!”  She snorted.  “You should see the stuff I sent home.  I figure it’ll take me all year to integrate my new clothes into the stuff my Mom’s already seen.  I figure she might start to question if I went out and bought forty new outfits.

I’m tired, let’s go get something to eat.”

“Where?  The Union doesn’t open ‘til Thursday.”

“I’ll drive us over to Donatello’s.”

“Special occasion?”

Lisa grinned again.  “No, I wanted to show off my new ride, come on.”

The two girls walked across the street to Lisa’s garage.  As she pressed the remote the door lifted revealing her new red 430 Ferrari Spyder Sally exclaimed, “Oh my God, Lisa, where on earth did you get that?”

“Like I said Sal, the wages of sin pay pretty well.”

“I knew I’d made the right choice not wearing panties today.  I want to feel that leather against my bare cheeks.  Now tell me how your summer vacation went and don’t leave anything out.”

Lisa gunned the engine as she tore out into traffic and headed toward the highway.
“Okay, first thing is you were right; Marjorie’s a pretty neat lady but I think you’re probably wrong; I still maintain I’m smarter than she is.”

“Conceded, go on.”

“We landed in Miami where we boarded the biggest privately owned ship I’ve ever seen.  The host and two of the guests had their wives along and they were all players along with six of us ‘hired help’.  It was our job to be available to whoever wanted us for the entire cruise.”

Sally jumped in.  “So how was the first night?  Who got your cherry?”

Lisa laughed.  “Well I guess that depends on how you’re counting.  Rick Denton’s was the first cock in my pussy but his wife Liz had already been there with her tongue.  That first time I wound up pulling a train of fourteen guys and two women.”

“It took sixteen people to pop your cherry?”  Sally’s mouth dropped open.  “Only you babe!” 

“I know it sounds horrible but the way the Dentons did it it came out pretty romantic!  I had a ball… pun intended.”

Sally laughed, “Still sounds scary to me and I’ve been sexually active for five years.  Anyway, I’m interrupting, go on.”

“Okay, so the cruise lasted for nine days and at dinner each day they gave out trophies to the best slut of the day before.  Nine presents and nine statuettes called ‘Golden Whores’…  I won all nine days awards including presents like diamond stud earrings, this watch, and a bunch of other stuff.  This car was like a bonus present for sweeping all the Golden Whore awards.”  Lisa giggled, “They really liked me.

After I left the ship in Venezuela I flew to Bermuda.  I’d been hired by this couple to introduce their eighteen-year-old son to the proper way to treat a pussy.”

“They hired you to screw their son?”

“Not just screw but the whole package; how to be a good lover who’s not only a great lay but a guy who knows how to treat a lady.  I think I did pretty well, too.
After that cruise they dropped me in Monaco after sailing the Italian and French Rivieras.  It was the client in Monaco who bought me most of my designer clothes and shoes but the very first night he traded me to a French guy who wound up flying me on his G5 to Bellagio where he was involved in some big business deal.  

So in addition to fucking him, I was supposed to be a deal sweetener.  They had me fuck the business advisor they were negotiating with.  Bellagio was wild!  not only was I there with Philippe, but the Dentons delivered my car to me there.  Then the young guy from the schooner whose cherry I’d popped also tracked me down so not counting any sex with the business dudes I still had five friends staying in my suite, so I didn’t have any lack of partners.”

Sally took a while to respond.  “Wow!

Wow!”  She shook her head, “Well at least you got to go to Lake Como like you wanted.”  Sally chuckled.  “Weren’t you a little scared you’d run into your folks?  I can’t imagine even your ability to explain your way out of that one.”

Lisa bowed her head as low as she could without losing sight of the road before her.  “Remember I said I fucked the business manager Philippe was negotiating with?”

“Sure.”

“That was my Dad.”

Sally’s eyes became the size of saucers.  “You had sex with your father?”

“Just once…
Just once, but it was kinda great.”

Sally was still staring.  “Like I said, Wow!”

“I know!

Oh and one other thing you should know, I’ve got a boyfriend now.  He’ll probably be crashing with us every so often.”

“A boyfriend, huh?  Well you haven’t had time to meet anyone new so I assume your new BF is a former client, the kid from the yacht?”

“Yeah, his name is Jason and he’ll be here tomorrow.  If it’s too weird his staying with us we can get a room at the Nathan Hale.”

“After the number of times you pretended to be asleep while Frankie and I were enjoying a fuckathon?  Not likely!

Besides, I can’t wait to meet him.  Although I’d love to hear more about the boyfriend, let’s get back to your Dad.  Have you wanted him for a long time?”

Lisa cast Sally a sidelong smirk.  “No, I never even considered it before.  It sort of just happened but I know you’ve wanted to jump him since last year.”

“Shut up!  You knew?  Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I figured it’d be more fun watching you work it out on your own.  I wouldn’t have objected if you’d wanted to try.”

“What about your Mom?”

Lisa chuckled, “Nah, you’ve got no shot at having sex with her, she doesn’t even screw my father anymore.”

“Cute, Lisa!  When is he coming up to visit next?”

Lisa looked pensive for a moment.  “What a cool idea!  Sally you’re a genius!  He was going to borrow a neighbor’s truck one of these days and come up to take these boxes home and store them in the maid’s storage area until I could assimilate them into my closet.  I could have him come up tomorrow and we could take both the guys to dinner at the Altnaveigh Inn.”

“I’ll call and book both rooms.  They only have two rooms for overnight guests.”

“Why book both?  We’ll probably only need one.”

Sally shook her head, “Think Lisa, they’re double occupancy rooms and why invite any additional attention in little old Storrs?  Besides, I might be interested in some sleep at some point.”

“Good thinking.  If that’s where we’re eating, I already know I’ll be ordering the Filet Mignon with the Wellington Foie Gras.”

Jason showed up just after noon and Lisa had gone to the package store for more tape.  Sally let him in.  “So you’re the new BF.”

“Guilty and I hear I have you to thank for it.”

Sally looked quizzical.  “Me, how so?”

“Lisa said she had planned on taking some summer classes until you convinced her to contact the agency and become a prostitute for the summer.  If you hadn’t done that, I never would have met her, so thanks!”

“Who’d a thunk it?  Yenta by hooker!  I should start a dating service.”

“Sorry but they already have them.  They’re called escort services and most of their girls don’t get happily married.”

“Says you!  Lisa’s happy now and she’s always gonna be happy.”

“Yeah she is.  That’s part of what I love about her; she’s happy and she’s guileless and honest.  You’d think she’d be vulnerable and maybe she is but I know she somehow fosters a felling of protectiveness in all her lovers.  I’m lucky to even be on the list.”

Sally walked over and hugged Jason.  “”Not according to her, Jase.  She considers herself to be the lucky one.

But I’m sure it doesn’t hurt that you had such a great teacher in your ‘Women 101’ class.”

At that point the door opened and Lisa entered to the sight of Sally wrapped tightly in Jason’s arms.  “God, Sally can’t I just run to the store without you trying to pirate my boyfriend?  Just because a person’s got a dick doesn’t mean you have to take it for a ride!”

Sally released Jason as she shrugged and patted his ass, “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

Lisa quickly filled the vacancy in Jason’s arms.  “I’ll forgive you if you get lost for a while.  Jase and I have some catching up to do.”

“Oh well, if I must…  greedy bitch!”  She grabbed a jacket and was about to add something but realized that the lovers lips were already locked.

They lay on the bed and for the next twenty minutes the most aggressive act either of them performed was to lightly graze their fingertips over each other’s faces, arms, shoulders and backs.  Even their kisses were like gossamer traces which wouldn’t have set a meadow’s dandelion seeds to flight.  The near silence magnified the harsh sound of Lisa’s zipper as Jason’s hand slid into the rear of her panties.  He only caressed her bottom for moments before realizing that he couldn’t do it gently within the confines of her tight jeans so he rose to his knees and pulled off first her shoes, then her denims.  As the material slid across her thighs and down to her calves his tongue followed the path.  When the pants hit the floor he began caressing each of her toes with his tongue and mouth.

Jason responded to the hint when Lisa tugged at his belt by moving his hips around toward her face.  She undid his belt and unzipped his fly but needed Jason to help by lifting his hips.  He helped.

Not wanting to disturb the flavor of the moment, Lisa did nothing beyond rub her lips gently over every inch of Jason’s flesh that she could reach without moving.  Her right cheek began to feel the boy’s plumbing do what plumbing does and as the penis filled it began to throb against her cheek demanding attention.  She opened her mouth and allowed it entry, but made no attempt to suck it.  Lisa wondered how long it would take before Jason escalated their pace of lovemaking.  She assumed it wouldn’t take long but she didn’t want to be the one to crack first so she just contented herself with holding it between her lips.  

Minute after minute passed but Jason seemed content gently kissing and stroking everything from her toes to the top of her mons.  It seemed that the only thing stopping him from extending his lips’ territory to her navel was the lack of flexibility in his spine.  Lisa felt her own self control slipping away as she began swirling her tongue around the head of Jason’s cock.  She finally broke down.  All self control lost she began aggressively deep throating him.

Jason chuckled as he reached for her hips and pilled Lisa on top of him.  Just before his tongue entered her pussy he passed judgment on her lack of control.
“ Lightweight. ”

Lisa removed his schlong just long enough to respond.
“Fuck you!”

“Amateur!

“Fuck you!”

Dilettante!

“Fuck you!”

That’s what you’re here for wench!  Now get back to work.

Lisa grinned sheepishly.  “Yes Sir.”

Lisa was lying in Jason’s arms when her Blackberry began insistently ringing.  “We’re not done yet Sally.  I’m about to give Jason an encore.”

“Okay, but I think you might want to get up soon.  I’m on my way back from the Union and your Dad just passed me in a blue truck.  I’d say you’ve got four minutes, tops.”

“Shit, he’s early!  Catch up with him if you can and try to slow him up.”  She jumped out of bed and urged Jason.  “Quick Jason, my Dad’s three or four minutes away.”

“Mr. Hill!  How’ve you been?”  Sally could see Lisa’s Dad struggling to remember her name.  “Sally, Sally Lincoln, Lisa’s roommate.”

“Of course, Sally, so good to see you again.”

“I came down to show you the best place to park the truck for easier loading.  It’s around the other side of the building.  I’ll show you.”

Sally delayed Arthur enough so that when they entered the girl’s room Lisa had had time to become presentable and curl up in a chair with a textbook.  Jason dropped by about five minutes later and after the introductions were completed the two men loaded the boxes and bags into the truck while Lisa and Sally began to dress for dinner.

The Altnaveigh Inn is a restored 18th century former private home with an incredible menu.  While Arthur was perusing the wine list he said to Jason, “So Jason, I hear you’re in love with a hooker.”

The table erupted with thirty seconds of tumultuous silence before Lisa finally cracked and began giggling.  Jason had been trying to project an aura of composure but unfortunately he had a mouth full of Cabernet which was now leaking out of either corner of his mouth as it streaked its way down his chin Jason looked down at his plate as he finally was able to swallow.  “I guess that’s true Mr. Hill; all I know is that I consider myself stupid lucky to have gotten her affection in the first place.”

Arthur raised his glass to propose a toast.  “I’ve always loved my daughter.  She’s been the most important person in my life since the day Barney the purple T-rex frightened her.  Twenty million kids fell in love with that fuzzy beast but he scared the daylights out of my daughter.  I came home from work one day to find her sitting in the hall patiently waiting for me.  She jumped up and took my hand and maneuvered me into this big chair in the den.  She crawled into my lap and told me that she’d figured out what I was for.  Mommy took care of her all day but that my job was to protect her from Barney and all the other ‘scaries’.  She hugged me and I was forever lost.  When she grew older and didn’t need me I sort of lost track of her but now that I’ve rediscovered her I’ll never let that happen again.  To my Lisa.”  

Everyone else at the table joined in the toast.  “To Lisa.”

Lisa stood and raised what was left in her wine glass toward her father.  “Just so you know, I never stopped needing you.”  She leaned over and kissed her Dad across the table.  His hand went to the back of her neck as his tongue quickly slipped into her mouth before he released her from the kiss.

Sally leaned over to her right.  “My turn.”  She kissed a thoroughly startled Arthur who quickly got into the concept and kissed her back.  Jason and Lisa leaned their heads together as they held hands under the table.

Wine became port with desert, which became several rounds of ‘that reminds me of’ shooters.  Sally was chewing on Arthur’s ear when she whispered, “I think I should show you to your room and teach you how to turn down the covers.”

She turned to the table, “Hey guys, I’m going to teach Arthur how to fold sheets.”

Lisa piped up, “Well then Jason needs to come to help turn the key in the lock and I need to help in case his fly should fall open.”

Arthur grabbed the check and the four of them headed up the sweeping staircase toward the only two guestrooms in the Inn.  Lisa noticed that her Dad was holding hands with her roommate.  

As Sally entered the room she felt the zipper on the back of her dress begin to fall to where it ended at the crack of her ass.  She wore no underwear so the process of undressing took very little time.  Arthur was behind her kissing the nape of her neck as his hands explored her body.

Jason whispered in Lisa’s ear.  She nodded and said, in the general direction of her Dad and Sally, “We’ll go next door to give you some privacy.  Leave the door unlocked and we’ll be back later.”  

Sally just mumbled, “See you.”  Arthur’s tongue was exploring her right ear as his fingers tweaked her nipples.  She turned in his arms and began undressing him.  When she lowered herself to her knees to untie his All-Stars she felt his phallus tapping her cheek.  After he stepped out his last remaining clothes she took his cock in her hand and led him to the bed.

As they lay face to face Arthur began kissing his way around Sally’s entire face.  She said, “I’ve wanted this since you first dropped Lisa off for school last year.”

Arthur paused, “I remember picking up on that vibe but dismissing it as a mistake on my part.”  He stroked her outer lips before inserting two fingers.  “After all, you were only a child like my daughter.”  He removed the fingers and inserted the tip of his cock.

Sally tightly grabbed his ass and yanked him into her.  “Same girl, same itchy pussy, you wasted what could have been a fun year Mr. Hill.”

“Since I’m inside you I think you can call me Arthur.”

Sally grabbed her own feet and spread her legs as wide as she could as he increased the pace of his pounding.  “Whatever… you… say… Mister… Hill.”

Quite a while later there was a gentle knocking on Sally’s door.  She called out, “Come on in if you’re Lisa or Jason, everyone else go away.”

Lisa and Jason, bundled in thick terrycloth robes, entered to find Arthur still pounding Sally doggy-style.  Lisa asked, “You guys are still at it?  We’re heading down to the bar.”

Sally looked over and said, “Dressed like that?”

“Nah, we’ll get dressed.  As a matter of fact there’s something going on at the Kappa house if you’d rather.”

“No, let’s stick to the public bars.  I don’t want some horny sorority girl trying to steal this guy from me.”  At this point Sally’s conversation turned into a series of little high-pitched squeaks as she built toward yet another orgasm.

“Take really good care of my Daddy, Wench!”

“Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi, yesss…”

The bar was in keeping with its 1730’s heritage and the table Lisa and Jason sat at tolerated the carved initials of countless UConn students of prior graduating classes.  Lisa seemed deep in thought when Jason interrupted, “I really don’t mind, you know.”

Lisa looked up with a puzzled furrow in her brow.  She tilted her head without speaking.

Jason smiled.  “You’re trying to find a way to ask me if it’s all right if you spend the rest of the night in your Dad’s room.  You want to be with him but you’re afraid I’ll think it weird.”

Lisa’s jaw dropped.  It took her twenty seconds to respond.  She reached out and held both his hands.  “You really are the most amazing man!  Jason, when we left Italy I knew I loved being with you but I wasn’t really sure that I totally loved you.  Each hour I’m with you though…”

Jason laughed as he leaned across the table and kissed her forehead.  “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.  See, I already know you love me.  And although I also know you love Rick and Bruce and all your other fuck buddies, I’m equally aware that for some reason you’ve chosen to put a capital L in front of the love you feel for me.  You’re just not too used to the concept.  I love you and I trust you and I deeply believe in your goodness.  Any time you want, go have fun and fuck your Dad.”  He held the back of his hand across his brow, feigning sorrow.  “I guess I’ll just have to make do with Sally to comfort me.”
They were still gazing into each other’s eyes, holding hands in silence, their beers untouched, when twenty minutes later Sally and Arthur arrived.




Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 05



Sally looked at them and remarked, “Are we interrupting something?”

Jason smiled without looking at either Sally or Arthur, “She’s beginning to suspect she might be in love with me.”

Sally pushed her hips against Jason’s as she slid into the booth.  “Oh that.  It’s funny, I normally think of her as being fairly bright but it’s like she has a blind spot.  I could see all the symptoms the day she came back from Italy but Lisa just hasn’t figured it all out yet.  Don’t worry; she’ll get a clue pretty soon.”

Arthur laughed as he started to sit next to his daughter.  “If my opinion matters Lisa, I like him.”

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable Mr. Hill, I think Lisa wants to take you upstairs and show you the other room the Inn has to offer.”

Arthur’s face visibly reddened.  “Okay everyone, think Jurassic Park here.  I may not quite be a dinosaur but I’m sort of in the neighborhood.  Back in the nineties I became comfortable talking about sex in public places but I’m still a bit uncomfortable talking about my daughter’s sex life with other  people much less discussing her designs on me!  This is really hard for me!”

Lisa put her hand in her Dad’s lap.  “No, not really yet, but I don’t think it would take too much work to get it there.”
The rest of the table chuckled while Lisa’s Dad just dropped his face into his hands and shook his head.  The waiter came and Sally spoke to him, “Van Gogh makes a Double Espresso-Double Caffeine Vodka.  Do you have any?”

“Yes we do.”

“Four doubles, please.”  When the drinks arrived Sally raised her glass and toasted the table, “I don’t know if a jolt of caffeine will keep these guys going on into the morning but a girl can only hope.  To us.”

The lock clicked as the latch shot into place.  Arthur stood with his back against the door.  Lisa turned to face him.  “Penny for your thoughts?”

Arthur groaned as he loosened his tie.  “Oh, Honey I’m just so conflicted about this whole affair.  It’s bad enough that I allowed it to happen that one time in Bellagio but to continue it now seems like taking a bigger step toward perversion; and to be doing it with the full knowledge of both Sally and your boyfriend seems so wrong.”

“This is wrong but it was okay when we were doing it with Angie and David watching us?”

Her Dad just smiled.

“Look Dad, if two months from now Jason and I decide to become exclusive to each other would you complain?”

“God no!”

“Would you feel jealous that someone else was regularly tapping the pussy you used to enjoy using?”

“No.”

“Then please allow me to speak for Jason when I say that there’s not a single jealous bone in his body.”  She shook her head.  “I’m not sure why there isn’t but I know it’s true.  So if Jason doesn’t mind, if you want me as badly as I think you do, and if I can’t wait to feel that cock of yours inside me then that only leaves the possibility of Sally suddenly getting possessive of you.  Do you think that might be a problem?”

“Certainly not.”

“Actually I think, given the available choices, that that’s the most likely possibility but I agree with you, Sally knows how to share her toys.”
After a few seconds of silence Lisa resumed, “So Daddy would you please come over here and make love to me?”

Arthur walked past Lisa over to the bed where he sat and continued his undressing.  “See if you can find the appropriate music on the TV for you to strip to.  I want to watch you dance for me.

As she went to pick up the television’s remote Lisa remarked, “Oooo… this’ll be interesting.  I’ve never been a stripper before.  Be sure to tell me if I’m doing a good job, will you Daddy?”

Arthur’s face seemed to scowl, “More teasing, less talking, whore.”

Lisa adopted an impish grin.  “Yes sir, Mister Hill.”  She found a station on Sirius/XM which seemed to fill the bill and locked eyes with her father as her hips began their exotic swaying.  Lisa was glad she’d worn her Newtons; the Chantilly Lace Jimmy Choo’s with the 4” heels because she thought they showed off her ass to best advantage.  The black sweater dress she was wearing had one long continuous zipper down the front which she lowered a scant three inches.  She ran her hands up and down from her hips to her armpits as her hips continued their mesmerizing rhythm.  Lisa noticed that although she had barely begun her dance her father was already as hard as he could be, his dick insistently tapping against his flat stomach as he watched her sway.  She turned her back to him and with her hands at her sides as she gradually began capturing more material in each hand causing her hem to rise.

Lisa knew that her thong wouldn’t become visible until the hemline rose to the top of the crack in her ass so now, with the line at mid cheek, it would appear that she was dancing bottomless.  Her Dad reached for her but she skipped just out of reach, her hips continuing their rocking.  She noticed the draperies were being held open by braided satin tiebacks ending in crimson tassels.  Lisa went to the window and removed both ropes and went over to the bed.  She reached for his right hand and after tying it with the thick red rope anchored it to the headboard.  She went around to the other side of the bed and patiently waited.  Arthur finally offered her his left hand which she also tied down.  Arthur looked unsure but Lisa was beginning to get into this!

Lisa resumed her position at the foot of the bed and as her hips continued swaying she started slowly pulling the zipper down until it rested midway between her navel and her thong.  She took the front of the dress and pulled it to the sides allowing her breasts some small measure of freedom, though still restrained by the deep purple lingerie.  She strutted to either side of the bed and allowed her Dad one quick kiss over each nipple before resuming her regular position and finally unzipping the dress.

The music changed but Lisa’s rhythm didn’t.  She reached under the dress behind herself and unclasped the strapless bra allowing it to fall at her feet.  Her hands went to her sides and she lowered the thong so she could step out of it.  She clasped the edges of her dress, her only remaining garment, and reminiscent of the moves a Matador might make with his cape dragged the hem across Arthur’s throbbing cock.  First left, then right, the cape-like woolen garment brushed the tool back and forth in increasing agony as it screamed for more attention.

Overcoming her fear of what the narrow heels might do to the bed’s comforter Lisa stepped up onto the bed, one foot on each side of her father’s torso.  She kneeled down and still holding the edges of her dress she brought her arms up and together as she created a tent over his head, offering first one, and then the other nipple to his waiting lips.  She then rose and stepped forward and with one foot by each of his ears allowed her Dad’s tongue free access to her vagina.

As good as her father’s tongue felt as it nibbled her clitoris Lisa knew that she couldn’t get any wetter than she already was so she rose and backed up enough so she could kneel on either side of his hips.  She hooked the toes of her eleven hundred dollar Jimmy Choo’s over his thighs and reaching between her legs positioned the head of her father’s cock just inside her outer lips.

Lisa then resumed the same rhythmic hip swaying she had been doing since she had started to strip for her Dad.  Once she was fully impaled on his cock she paused to utter her first words since the dance began.  “You haven’t said a single word since I began.  Am I doing it badly, Mr. Hill?”

“As long as my hands are tied you are nothing more than the whore who had the temerity to just speak without permission.  Mr. Hill has a whore; Daddy has his little girl, your choice.”

Lisa leaned forward and planted her hands on either side of his chest as her hips started rising and falling on the piston within her.  “I’m sorry for speaking without permission, Mr. Hill.”  The whore continued performing the task she was so very adept at.

Jason’s semen streaming both down Sally’s throat and out of the corners of her mouth, she asked him, “What do you think, an encore in here or next door?”

Jason kissed each of the three remaining toes of her right foot as he removed them from his mouth.  He turned around on the bed and kissed her lips.  “Good question!  If Lisa was with Bruce or Rick I wouldn’t give it a moment’s thought.  I’d be walking through that door even if they were still going at it.  It’s a different story though with her father in there with her.  I’m not sure what to do.”

“Not to appear too ignorant but who are Rick and Bruce?”

Jason chuckled, “Two of Lisa’s special friends.  Actually they’re good people.  It was Rick who hosted the cruise Lisa was turned out on.  I like them a lot.

Let’s leave it up to Lisa.  She’ll come in here if she wants us.”

Lisa was awakened by her bladder just as the sun’s rays began to break over the dome of Gampel Pavilion.  She was about to ease herself quietly toward the edge of the bed when she realized that her father’s flaccid dick was still in her ass.  Eventually the urgent signals from her bladder won out and she slipped out of the bed and tip toed her way into the bathroom.  Her stream of urine splashing into the bowl seemed a cacophony of assaulting sounds destined to inevitably wake her father up but when she returned to the bed he still seemed to be sleeping.  Rather than risk waking him she went to the door to peek into the hall and seeing no one she padded naked into the room next door.  Sally and Jason were both awake, murmuring to each other in muted tones.  Sally looked up and asked, “Well Lisa, did you wear him out or is there something left for me next door?”

Lisa dropped her nakedness on the foot of their bed.  “He came four times last night but I was the one who called it quits so I don’t know; there may be more left in the tank.  I gotta be honest with you though, Sal, if I know my Dad when he wakes up his early morning desire for coffee is going to trump all things, even your pussy.”

Sally smiled, “Well if you’re being honest and all then I should warn you that I used this guy up completely last night.  I fucked him ‘til he cried ‘Uncle’.”

Jason leaned over and bit Sally’s right nipple through the sheet.  “In your dreams Wench.”

Lisa stared at the two of them and finally said, “I don’t know if you’re fucked out or not, Jase, but you sure as Hell look like you went three rounds with Mike Tyson.  You’re all… blotchy! ”

Jason pulled back the sheet covering the two of them and Lisa saw that the bruises covered both bodies, more or less equally.  He said, “I didn’t start it!  We were fooling around and she started laughing at me.  She told me I could now go join the circus since I had four nipples.”

Lisa looked at Jason’s chest and saw two additional red blotches on a perfect line between his nipples.  Her eyes widened as she started to laugh.  “You guys spent the night in a hickey fight?”

Sally sat up quickly, “Well we did other stuff too but look what he did to my beautiful ass!”  She flipped over on the bed and displayed her world class ass, only now there was a dark hickey at the top of the crack.  To make matters worse, or at least funnier, that bruise was the terminus for two ascending and diverging lines which traveled up her back until looping around and descending to form a perfectly shaped 16” tall heart on her back.

Lisa cracked up and was able to exclaim, “That’s an interesting tramp stamp you’ve got there, Sal!  A hickey heart!”

By the time the door opened and Arthur came into the room all three occupants were rolling in laughter.  Lisa said, “Well Daddy, at least we know that these two will remain faithful to us; at least for a while.  They’d be too embarrassed to show these bodies to anyone else!”

Jason, who had earlier buried his face in Sally’s right armpit, rolled over to say, “That was the original idea! Sort of a ‘You’ll never cheat on me with that showing!’  It just escalated from there.”

Lisa started laughing anew and pointed at Sally.  Confused, Sally followed the direction Lisa was pointing until she discovered, at the point where her right arm met her torso, a new and very dark hickey.  Jason’s final present to her, planted while Lisa’s laughter distracted them all.  “You bastard!  We’d declared a truce!”  

Jason rolled over and kissed her.  “I’m sorry but I couldn’t resist.  I wasn’t sure if I could get away with another but you were so busy laughing with Lisa and being distracted I had to try.”

Sally ignored him, “Mr. Hill, could you come here for a sec’?”  Arthur walked over to the side of the bed where Sally parted his robe so she could get his cock in her mouth.  It only took her five or six strokes before it had become noticeably harder.  She turned to Lisa.
“Nah, you didn’t come close to using him up.”  She ran her tongue up one side and down the other before gobbling up Arthur’s eager tool.  

Lisa’s Dad groaned, “Great, I’m getting sucked off by my daughter’s eighteen-year-old roommate while my daughter and her boyfriend are watching.  Oh, and did I mention that I just finished having sex with a hooker who happens to be the aforementioned daughter?  This ain’t the world I’m used to!”  He dropped the robe and swung his leg over Sally so she could continue what she was doing as he buried his face between her legs.  Lisa watched, fascinated by watching her father gently kissing the inside of each of Sally’s thighs and across her mons before offering her slit his oh-so-gentle tongue.  Sally arched her hips and Arthur slid his hands under the round globes of her ass cheeks.  As gentle as were his tongue and lips so his hands were rough as they squeezed and mauled her bottom.  In short order his index and middle finger were buried deep into her anal flower using only the excess cum in the area left over from Sally’s session with Jason.  Sally raised her hips again trying to masturbate by rubbing her clit against the bridge of Arthur’s nose.

Jason eased off the bed and sat in the high backed Queen Anne chair which faced the bed.  Lisa sat on his lap and nestled in her terrycloth robe surrounded by his arms as they both watched her Dad making love to Sally.  She leaned her head over so she watched the show cheek to cheek with Jason as she played with the hair on the back of his neck.  She was amazed at how close Sally and her Dad had become this quickly.  She wasn’t sure what they were but it was definitely something more than fuck buddies.

Sally rolled her Dad onto his back and swung around so she was facing the chair as she straddled him.  She stared into Lisa’s eyes and smiled as she held his cock and lowered her pussy to meet it.  Sally controlled the tempo and began slowly rising and falling on the flesh piston upon which she was impaled.

Lisa felt like she was ensconced in her own private cocoon.  She thought back to her summer and all that had transpired over the last two and a half months.  The kids she had considered friends who went to Cozumel were nice but she had since gathered around herself some seriously good friends, a boyfriend she truly loved, and closer bond with the father she had always loved, always relied upon.  When she turned to gaze into Jason’s eyes she found him already staring at her as if he knew what she had been thinking.  He kissed her forehead and tightened his arms around her.

Sally lowered herself so her tits brushed against Arthur’s chest as she continued fucking him, his two fingers still buried in her ass.

Lisa was happy.



Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 06



Everyone's over 18, blah, blah, etc... BTW, this story will be infinitely more enjoyable if you read the other chapters first.

AFTERSHOCK

"Absolutely not!   You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to sit idly by and watch my son throw his life away! She's a whore Peter, a prostitute who may be a couple of rungs up the ladder from the girls down on Eighth Avenue but she still quacks like the same species of duck. Jason said she lost her virginity to a train of sixteen people for God's sake... and she's actually proud of it! She has no shame! I'm telling you if we just sit back without stopping this, our son will become a laughing stock in every social circle we care about; and you can forget about your precious application to the Yacht Club. We'll never be allowed entry to the homes of decent people again!

And what about Monica? She'll be here this weekend too! Do you want your daughter to make friends with her brother's little cock sucking tramp? Don't you think she already has enough problems without adding to her confusion?

He's your  son too, you know! Aren't you going to say anything?"

"I rather thought it might keep the overall volume down if I waited until it was my turn. Is it my turn now?"

"Oh for God's sake, if you have something to say, say it without sarcasm!"

Peter began, "When we were discussing Jason's shyness around women we discussed at length the idea that this might happen and we decided it was worth the risk. The one thing we never considered was that the girl might turn out to be actually worthy of our s..." Worthy?  You're calling that cheap piece of tail..."

"Excuse me Ruth but didn't you just tell me that it was my turn?"

Ruth shut her mouth which was mid sentence and waved to Peter to continue. "Yes I said worthy. In case you haven't noticed Lisa's been a tonic for Jason. His confidence and maturity have made quantum leaps in the last few months. You put so much store in Lisa's flamboyant entry into sexual maturity but it seems to have escaped your notice that she waited until she was old enough to reason out the implications of what she was doing. And no matter how you want to delude yourself, you know damned well what Monica and Ray Laughton's son were doing in the pool house almost six years ago! Maybe if she'd waited until she had Lisa's emotional maturity she might not have some of the problems she has today, I don't know.

I do know that as I already told you on board the Clarion, I was impressed with the way Lisa stood up for herself in the airport in Bermuda and I seem to remember your saying how impressed you were with her college course load.

Oh, and as far as all those doors that are going to be closed to us in the homes of 'decent people'? Well after talking to Jack Breslin in my office I feel fairly confident that Arthur and Joan Hill are already on the inside of most of those doors." He chuckled, "I know that if I'd had Arthur as a sponsor on my Yacht Club application we'd already be members.

All that aside though, Ruth, in the last hundred years how many parents do you think succeeded in ordering their children to stop seeing the object of their loves? Whatever number you come up with I guarantee it's smaller than the number of parents who wound up alienating their kids.

I know you, Ruth. So I know that on Wednesday when Jason brings Lisa home for Thanksgiving Day weekend you're going to bite your tongue and be cordial and loving and every bit as friendly as you were on board the schooner. Your sense of self-preservation would never allow you to drive a wedge between yourself and your son."

Ruth opened a cabinet and took out a rag and some cleaner to address an imaginary stain on the kitchen counter. The conversation was over.

Lisa thought Jason had fallen asleep in the deep armchair until she heard him say, "You seem to forget where we're going this weekend. You're packing quite a few things I'm really sure you won't be dragging out in front of my family."

Lisa looked over, "I thought you were asleep."

"I don't care how tired I am, I'm not about missing my favorite thing to do ever! I could watch you doing ordinary domestic-like things naked forever! When you're naked in a non-sexual setting it seems to me that you're wearing the most magnificently designed outfit ever conceived of!"

Lisa smiled as she said, "I sometimes feel that way too but trust me, you'll stop thinking that way in a few years when these tits begin to sag."

"That's why I want to store up as many of these memories as I can. Note to self; buy a good quality digital movie camera for these very occasions."

She smiled coyly, "I won't mind."

"You still haven't answered my question about your packing. Don't forget that it'll probably be me who winds up carrying all that stuff!"

Lisa looked down at the Golden Whore trophy in her hand and smiled as her mind drifted back to her summer.

After thirty seconds of silence Jason was forced to ask, "A penny for your thoughts?" 

Lisa didn't look up as she continued to smile. She said, "I was thinking about the day we met and you were telling me I wouldn't be needing all the frilly underwear I'd packed." Her eyes rose to meet his. "You were so embarrassed!"

Jason smiled back and said, "I love you too but please keep packing. We're already going to be late and you're decidedly not my Mom's favorite person right now."

Lisa rolled her eyes as she put the statuette in one of her Hartmann bags. "Don't remind me. If I didn't absolutely know how much you want peace between your Mom and I... Well, trust me, I wouldn't be going." She filled that bag and positioned the next one for filling.

She continued, "Oh, I ought to let you into the loop. I've pretty much decided to stop having sex with my Dad."

Jason sat up quickly. "What happened; what's wrong?"

Lisa kept packing, "Nothing's really wrong per se but Sally wants me to. She feels she can compete with my Mom for Arthur's affection but she knows my pussy's an unnecessary distraction."

Jason's eyes were the size of saucers. "She said that?"

Lisa filled the second bag and grabbed a third. "No Silly, but I've neither gone brain dead nor blind in the last few months."

Jason shook his head, "I've realized that her feelings for your Dad have steadily grown lately but I thought she'd come to realize that was a battle she can't possibly win!"

Lisa didn't look up, "Maybe."

"What do you mean maybe?"

Lisa finally interrupted her packing to sit and face Jason. "Look, everyone knows it's an uphill battle for her but Mom isn't standing on the firmest of grounds herself. She's been pursuing a policy of benign neglect toward her marriage for years now. I used to joke that Dad stopped visiting her bed before I grew pubic hair. To my way of thinking if Dad were to choose whomever he wants to be with for the rest of his life he'd pick Sally. People might say negative things about him if he were to start to show up at social occasions with an eighteen-year-old on his arm but he wouldn't give that a thought. Should he project any loyalty to my mother after nineteen years of marriage? I personally can't imagine why since I suspect she allowed herself to get knocked up with me just to force him into marrying her. My Mom is my mother and I guess I love her but that doesn't have to mean I particularly like her! 

No, none of these things would mess up Sally's vision of her future, but the deal killer is probably my Dad's idea of what life should be like for a young woman. In his eyes it should be about exploration and creation; two people learning and growing with each other. I'm probably overcomplicating this thing; maybe in the final analysis it's all about babies. I don't know that he wants to start down that trail again and I know he thinks it shouldn't be denied to a young woman.

Lisa resumed her packing, "Anyway, that's their problem not mine so I think I should back off and let them work it out for themselves.

Okay, I'm done with the packing so if you'd tear your eyes away from my tits and ass so you can take these down to the car I'll throw something on and we can hit the road. We're late, remember?"

Jason got up and held out his hand. "So give me the keys."

"No, I love my car but I think we'd create less friction if I didn't show up driving a car worth more than most people's houses. We'll go in your SUV."

Monica looked out her window and saw Jason's Range Rover pull in the drive. She opened the door to her room and bounded down the stairs yelling, "They're here". She rounded the corner and entered the solarium where her parents were relaxing and having a drink. "They're here."

Ruth looked up from the magazine in her hands and said to her daughter, "Yes, Darling, we heard you the first time." She turned a page as she added, "I'm quite sure Jason, his friend, and half the neighbors heard you as well."

Peter Carson got up and said, "I'll give Jason a hand with the luggage."

Ruth didn't look up this time, "Are you planning on putting her luggage in the yellow guestroom or in the maid's quarters. I know there are fresh sheets down there and it might give her more privacy."

"Oh, I'd just assumed she'd be staying in Jason's room."

"Not in my home she's not.

That's why I suggested the maid's room; if he sneaks down to visit her we won't be subjected to hearing them rut."

Monica spoke up, "Wow, it took me seventeen years to get on your shitlist while this girl's made the cut in just seventeen weeks! I think I might get to like her!"

"Monica you know I don't tolerate language like that from you in my home."

Monica got up to follow her father. "Yes, Mother! 

Peter shook his son's hand before hugging him. "Great to see you, Jase, how was the drive?" He walked around the car to hug Lisa.

"Not too bad. I hit some congestion around New Haven but it was mostly clear sailing."

Peter hugged Lisa and kissed her forehead. "Welcome to our home, Lisa. I hope this proves to be only the first of many visits.

Speaking of sailing Jase, what do you guys think about taking the boat out Friday? I was thinking we could sail about a bit and overnight at Mystic Seaport."

"The boat's a bit more confined than the house Dad so I guess that segues easily into my next question. How's Mom?"

Peter still had one arm around Lisa's waist and was looking at her as he answered his son. "Still a bit rough around the edges but she'll come around.

You see Lisa, Ruth's never before felt she had to compete for her son's affection and it scares her a bit. She's afraid that when she loses her kids she'll become a superfluous old woman."

Lisa hugged him back and said, "Well then I guess it's my job to convince her she needs a new girlfriend."

At that point Monica walked up and said, "I heard that and I'll pick my own girlfriends thank you all!"

Jason lovingly shoved his sister and said, "Guess what Sis? There are quite a few conversations going on in the world right now which aren't about you and you just interrupted one of them!" He hugged her and swung her around. "Brat!"

Peter opened the rear of the Rover and started grabbing Lisa's bags. He said to her, "We've got a small suite on the side of the house by the pool which was originally designed as a maid's apartment but I thought might afford you a little more privacy than the guestrooms."

Lisa was about to respond when Monica interrupted. "No he didn't. He was going to put you in Jason's room but Mom told him the maid's quarters would be better since Jase's room's across from mine and she didn't want me to hear you guys screwing all night long."

After a few seconds of silence Peter was the first to recover and said, "Did I tell you Lisa that I'd been thinking about suggesting a career for Monica in the diplomatic service?"

Lisa laughed and said, "I think the idea of a little privacy sounds great to me. I'll grab these two totes and follow you."

Lisa had unpacked her bags and pretty much settled in when Monica came into her room and plopped herself down on the bed. "Why does my mother hate you so much?"

"I don't know that she does hate me. Why do you think that?"

Monica ignored her question and pushed ahead with her own questions. "You were hired to be Dad's secretary this summer. Did she catch you fucking my brother?"

"No Monica she didn't but why the third degree? You seem to be treating me like the enemy yourself."

Monica leaned back on the pillow and shrugged, "I need some ammunition. I'm pretty much grounded through the end of the year and I was hoping to get something I could hold over her head to get me out of house arrest."

"Why are you grounded?"

"While you guys were sailing along the Riviera I was visiting friends and we got picked up by the police." Monica's voice became progressively more strident as she continued, "But nothing happened! One of the guys father's some kind of judge so he got the whole thing to go away but even so I didn't do anything! It was all a big misunderstanding!"

"So what did they bust you for?"

"I told you, nothing! I was just holding a couple of joints in my purse for one of the guys."

"You were lucky."

Monica looked at Lisa with amazement. "Lucky! To be grounded for the rest of the year! I don't think so!" She stormed out of Lisa's room.

A few minutes later Jason came in and reached for Lisa. They wrapped their arms around each other and eased down to the bed at their tongues attacked each other. His hand was under her bra when they broke the kiss to breathe. "We should have parked the car down by the ballpark and made love before we got here. I really needed to kiss you."

Lisa kissed his nose lightly, "Sounds wonderful but we need to get out of here. My goal is to work on your mother, not you."

"Well put on a swimsuit 'cause everyone's out by the pool. It's prime rib on the barby tonight. I held back coming in here when Monica was here. What'd you two talk about?"

Lisa had already stripped and put on her swimsuit bottoms but offered Jason a suck on each nipple before donning her bra. "I want to talk to you later about it but did you know she was arrested while we were in France?"

He groaned and said, "No, I knew she was grounded for something serious but the folks wouldn't go into detail."

As long as he's known her Jason's fascination with the changing interpersonal dynamics which surround Lisa grew steadily. When she first came on board the Clarion it seemed that for the first time his Dad was unsure of his footing around her but steadily was won over as one of her fans. His Mom seemed fascinated in the manner of a mongoose staring at a cobra, a wary look which quickly moderated within a few short days.

He assumed from the start that Lisa'd eventually win his mother over this weekend but was surprised at her methodology. Rather than focus on Ruth, Lisa seemed to invest her energy in forming a tenuous bond with Monica. Jason mentally remarked on the enormous difference in emotional maturity between the two girls even though there was only a few months difference in age.

Ruth tossed the salad, the girls husked the corn, and Peter was in charge of the steaks while Jason set the table and sliced the lemons for the iced tea. The conversation was chatty, none of them wanting to be the first one to tackle something meaty. When both Ruth and Peter were occupied looking elsewhere Jason blew her a kiss. Knowing that Monica would see her Lisa pulled the bra to her suit up and flashed her tits at him quickly readjusting her top after. Monica whipped her head around and saw that Jason was the only one who could have seen the show. She giggled and whispered, "Nice rack!"

"Why thank you Monica." Lisa leaned over and kissed her forehead.

They were all chowing down and exchanging pleasantries when Ruth asked, "So Lisa did Jason mention to you that he'd changed his schedule before the term began and signed up for Paleontology?"

Lisa's eyes opened up and she turned to look at Jason. "No he didn't, Ruth! What's that all about, Jase?"

He shrugged. ""I don't know; I guess I thought that if you decided to go on that dig in Montana next summer I might try to get myself invited."

Ruth poked at her salad as she said, "Oh, won't that interfere with your summer job?"

Lisa smiled as she thought, 'Well, there's the first salvo. She's wondering if I'll slip and say something about whoring in front of Monica. Dirty pool, Mrs. Carson. She said, "I think I can hit my Dad up for some money to replace what I would have earned as a traveling secretary. It's not very often one gets an opportunity to be part of a T Rex dig. Jack Horner actually discovered the Rex while a team was uncovering a massive Maiasaur nesting site in the Black Hills."

Ruth's lack of interest was evident in the dryness of her response, "Fascinating."

The rest of the meal passed uneventfully except for the barbs which Monica kept throwing at her mother in a misguided attempt to reduce her sentence of house arrest. Ruth finally had her fill and sent her from the table. 

While the division of labor wasn't quite as smooth as it was on the Clarion, Lisa and Jason helped by clearing until Lisa said, "I think I'll look for Monica.", which simply produced a grunt from Ruth.

After Lisa's departure Ruth turned to her son, "You don't think that girl will try to turn my daughter into a whore, do you?"

Jason didn't look up from rinsing the plates, "Cut it out, Mom."

"I just meant..."

"I said cut it out! First of all you already know that's not happening but even if it was I hear that Monica's already doing a good job of messing up her life. What was she arrested for?"

Ruth immediately became defensive. "Who said anything about being arrested?"

"She did. She apparently already told Lisa her version of the story."

"Drugs." Ruth's look of defeat only lasted a second and she rallied with, "But she was only holding them in her purse for one of her friends."

Jason tilted his head with a smirk. "Mother, Please!  "I tried to use that flimsy excuse when I was thirteen and you found cigarettes in my laundry. You didn't believe me then but you believe Monica now? Right!  That excuse ranks up there with the check's in the mail and I won't cum in your mouth."

That got a smirk from his mother. "Don't be crude! Now I want to finish here so why don't you go protect my daughter from your sex obsessed girlfriend." Jason noticed that she actually smiled as he left the room. 

He paused at the door and said, "Speaking of sex obsessed, I seem to recall a story about four sisters from the Theta House going into the City before I was born and strutting their stuff at an Amateur Night at Scores. I don't seem to recall anyone ever telling me how that evening worked out!" He left as the wet dishtowel sailed past his head.

Jason fell onto the bed with his head nestled between Lisa's legs. Without the use of his hands he tried to pull the zipper of her jeans down using his teeth. Monica got up from her chair and lightly punched her brother on his shoulder.

"Hey, we were having a perfectly good girl-talk session and now you want to put your own needs first; typical guy!"

After Monica left the room Lisa pulled Jason's face up to hers and thrust her tongue into his mouth. They were tightly wrapped in each other's arms when Jason remarked, "I don't want to let go of you long enough to undress you."

Lisa kissed him again and said, "Don't worry, you will."




Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 06



"I love you."

"I know, and I love you too. Your little sister has problems and trying to lock her in this house isn't going to help much. She still has all those hours at school to get high with her friends."

"I agree but do you have a solution?"

Lisa started unbuttoning his shirt. "Not yet but I'm working on it." Jason interrupted her efforts to raise her arms so he could pull her tank top over her head. Her swim suit quickly followed suit.

He asked, "Do you ever feel deprived, sexually?"

"No, never; why do you ask?"

Jason kissed each of her nipples. "It just seems that I spend an enormous amount of time staring at your beautiful breasts. That's time which could be spent doing other things."

Lisa laughed and rocked her shoulders causing her breasts to sway back and forth. "Don't worry, they both appreciate it. I can get wet just looking at the lust in your eyes when you stare. Feel me now!" They were tightly entwined as they kissed and kneaded each other's asses.

Jason didn't feel her wetness with his fingers but thrust his cock straight into her. The pace of his thrusts was slow and deliberate and his eyes never left hers. Suddenly he rose to his knees, pulled both Lisa's legs to his chest and reentered her. She hooked her ankles on his shoulders as his pace began to increase. Their eyes remained steadfastly locked on each other.

Lisa smiled at Jason as he began, "I can't..."

"I know, you can't kiss me in this position."

"Dammit Lisa, sometimes it can be disconcerting when you hang out in my head!"

Lisa spread and dropped her legs so she could kiss him. "I learned it all from you, Sweetie!" They wrapped their arms around each other as he continued to pound her pussy. Out of the corner of her rather limited field of view Lisa caught a glimpse of Monica peeking through the crack in the door. She continued thrusting her hips up pretending she hadn't seen Jason's sister.

Jason rolled the two of them over so Lisa was sitting astride him, his cock never having been unseated. Lisa sat up and began to post up and down on him, a guttural moan beginning to rise in her throat. She could no longer see the door from this position but was confident that Monica was still watching the show.

The rest of the weekend passed and as she and Jason were packing the Range Rover Lisa reflected that although she couldn't count Ruth as a BFF yet at least the barbs had stopped flying. She even got a kiss on her cheek from Ruth as the goodbyes were being exchanged. Christmas came and went and although she spent it with her parents Lisa intended to meet Jason Christmas evening to exchange presents. As they were clearing the table Arthur leaned close to her and whispered, "Can you feign car trouble so I can drive you?"

Lisa immediately picked up on his wanting to duck out to see Sally so she suggested, "Look, the Ferrari is due for service anyway so you can follow me to the dealer's, I'll leave them the keys and then you can take me to Jason's. You head on to my dorm to see Sally and I'll have Jason drive me."

Lisa went into the kitchen and said to her mother, "My car needs service so could either you or Daddy follow me so I can drop it at the dealer's and drive me back to school?"

"Oh Lisa, I told you that car's more trouble than it's worth. You should sell it and get one a bit less flamboyant! Besides, I'm too exhausted from preparing the meal to drive anywhere. If you can sucker your father into driving you you're welcome to try, but I'm going upstairs to rest. I'll leave all this mess for Consuela to deal with in the morning."

At that moment Arthur came into the kitchen. "I heard that and although I'm not about to be suckered, I'd be happy to drive my favorite daughter back to school." He looked over toward Lisa as he continued, "If I'm driving to Storrs though honey I might as well set up two appointments in Hartford for the morning. What was the name of the hotel near your campus? I'll book a room."

Lisa inwardly smiled. As if her Dad would forget the hotel where he spent the night alternating fucking his daughter and her roommate. "The Altnaveigh, Daddy."

After dropping Lisa at Jason's, Arthur sped all the way to Storrs. After parking the car he had only made it halfway to the dorm before a coatless Sally ran down the snow covered path and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. "Hey Mister, wanna fuck in the snow?"

Arthur kissed her and laughed. "Sure but twenty dollars says your bare ass in the snow wouldn't let you cum before forcing you inside."

"Probably, let's get upstairs." She looked at the suitcase he was carrying. "Just the one bag?"

Arthur nodded as he walked, slipping his free hand in the back of Sally's jeans. "I missed you."

Sally smiled at Arthur, "I know, it's all part of my master plan to convince you how irresistible I am."

When they got to the room Arthur started to open his suitcase when Sally stopped him with a deep kiss. "Unpack later; make love to me first."

"I wasn't unpacking; I was getting your Christmas gifts."

"I knew but I didn't want this to seem like a thank-you fuck."

Arthur smiled as he began to unbutton Sally's shirt. "Sally, for me every time is a thank-you fuck. You're the best thing to come into my life since Lisa was born." Sally's hands were on his buttons as his reached behind her to unfasten her bra. When they were both naked they continued to stand in the middle of the room, their fingers gently caressing each other, their eyes gazing deep into each other's souls. As they moved to the bed the kissing and caressing went on and on until his kisses began working their way down between her widely parted legs. Sally spun around on the sheets and bathed his cock with kisses before taking it deep into her throat. She felt her own orgasm rising and smiled to herself knowing that it would be the first of many.

Lisa went up the driveway and let herself in the side entrance to the maid's quarters. She put her bags down and was rather surprised Jason wasn't waiting for her in her room. She went up the stairs and was greeted by the sound of Ruth's screeching voice. "Peter, your son has lost his mind! You can't possibly be thinking of agreeing with him!"

Peter shook his head and in a calm, level voice simply responded, "I don't know Ruth but I do know that our way isn't working."

Lisa entered the den and was more than a little shocked when Ruth sprang up and put her arms around her as if she were clutching her best friend. "Thank God you're here. Lisa will you please talk some sense into that boyfriend of yours? He wants to send his sister to jail!"

Lisa took one of Ruth's flailing hands and held it as she asked her, "What happened?"

Ruth and Jason deferred to Peter who sighed, "The usual apparently. Monica was out with her usual low-life friends and they were all arrested for drugs. Once again, the Mitchell boy was involved so his father made all the charges disappear but we got the police to release Monica to our representative. Ruth's brother picked her up and is driving her back here." He looked at his watch. "They should be here in about three hours.

Ruth was exaggerating when she referred to Jason wanting to send her to jail but he did indicate that this should be the last time we bail her out."

Lisa gave a brief nod and only muttered, "Oh."

Jason went to his mother and kneeled in front of her. "Mom I know you love Monica and want to protect her but you'd be sticking your head in the sand if you don't accept the fact that this is going to happen again, and probably fairly soon."

"Well treating her like a criminal and putting her in a jail cell certainly isn't the answer!"

Peter turned toward Lisa. Lisa, I've gained a lot of respect for your level-headedness and I think the same thing might be said for Ruth. What do you think we should do? What's the answer?"

Lisa looked each of them in the eye and her eyes came to rest on Jason. "I'm sorry Jason, but Ruth's mostly right. Prison isn't the answer to anything. One of Monica's two major problems is her inability to stand up to the peer pressure exerted by her friends and a prison cell will only replace one bad peer group with a worse one."

Ruth slapped her thighs as she said, "At last!  someone with some common sense!"

Peter interrupted her, ""Ruth, please, let her finish!" All heads once again turned toward Lisa.

She shrugged. "At this point Ruth, you're probably not going to like what I'll be saying. I said Monica had two major problems. The second one is that up until now she's never learned that the basic fact that in the real world actions have consequences. How could she? Every time she's gotten into trouble someone's been there to bail her out. If it were up to me I'd stop that policy right now, not when the next incident occurs but now."

Ruth asked, "You mean punish her?"

"You've already tried that, several times, and it has no effect. If it hasn't occurred to her already, pretty soon Monica will realize that all your attempts to punish her are all so many paper tigers. She's turned eighteen; she can tell you all to fuck off and walk out the door if she feels the punishment unacceptable." Lisa'd never sworn before Ruth before and the room was completely silent.

"If you do nothing you run the risk that the next time she's arrested you won't be able to get her off and she will wind up in a cell. But..."

Lisa asked Peter, "Do you know anyone with any authority in the Sherriff's office?"

He snorted. "One of my very good friends is the County Sherriff."

"Good, why don't you suggest that he stop by tomorrow morning for coffee? Is he aware of Monica's problems?"

"Superficially; I've felt him out for advice about what to do but didn't care for most of his suggestions."

Lisa smiled, "I'll bet! A Sherriff is just another bureaucrat and is as worried about the political ramifications of any advice he might give as he is about the girl's welfare. But they usually don't mind being told what to do. Ostensibly he'd be here to throw a major scare into Monica. Have him drop in to tell her he'd been notified by the police that busted her wherever and that he wasn't about to tolerate drugs in his County.

Have him tell her that she was going to be on every Deputy in the county's watch list and any car she was in would be subject to search for probable cause. Have him make it a twenty first century version the Wild West 'You're not going to like life in this town anymore and you might consider moseying on'. Look, she's due to graduate in five months anyway so let's just force her out of the nest early. I'll guarantee I can get her high school administration to agree to her spending her last five months before graduation abroad. We'd make sure she completed her required course load on a correspondence basis with a full-time tutor so I can't imagine any objection on their part. They might even give her extra credit for the time abroad."

Ruth's lips were a hard straight line as she asked, "Where abroad?"

"I wanted a place where there's some degree of difficulty gaining access to her friends without seeming like she was under house arrest so I thought I'd try to get her a job aboard the Fantasia, Liz and Rick Denton's yacht. Last time I was in contact with them they were in Macao but I doubt that they're still there."

Ruth still had pursed lips as she continued. "Look Lisa, we're all very aware of your jobs last summer and although I mean no offence I didn't raise Monica so she could aspire to being a whore!"

"None taken but I had rather thought those decisions would be Monica's. Although I'm quite sure she could find work in that profession I'd thought I might try to get her a job on Fantasia's galley staff; either something in food preparation or service."

Jason asked, "Dad, do you still have contact with Ray Laughton?"

"Occasionally, why?"

"Because if you happened to mention tomorrow's Sherriff's visit and the fact that Monica will have a target on her back from now on, I'd venture to say that all the kids in that group will drop her like a hot potato rather than risk getting busted themselves."

Lisa grinned. "Great idea!  that'll work, too. I don't care how much her friends seem to like her they're not going to want to party with a target being followed by a bunch of narcs! She'll be a pariah in no time."

"So my daughter is to be a scullery maid?"

Lisa smiled, "Yes, I think rather, unless, of course, she'd rather be a courtesan. That certainly pays more but I don't think she has the emotional maturity to handle it."

Peter sat next to Ruth and looked in her eyes as he said, "She's my only daughter and I'd like to protect her forever but I'm afraid that she'll probably outlive us both and I want her to be as capable of self-sufficiency as her mother."

At that point Jason chimed in. "And if it matters I think Liz and Rick are really good people."

Ruth turned toward her son. "You know these people?"

"Yes I met them in Bellagio; delightful people."

Monica was appropriately embarrassed when her uncle brought her home. Ruth made her give up her cell phone and before Monica could even think about recovering the offensive Sherriff Evens dropped by and told her and her parents about the Hell her life would be if she were caught in his township with any drugs of any kind. As far as he was concerned her two prior brushes with the law constituted all the probable cause he'd need and for her to expect to be stopped and searched on a routine basis.

Later that afternoon Lisa went up to Monica's room. "Are you okay Monica?"

"Not so much. That cop scared the shit out of me." She snorted. "When I first met you I was grounded and trying to figure a way to get out. Now even if I get out I'll probably wind up getting my friends busted. I'm trapped in this stupid room in this stupid house with a mother who's getting progressively bitchier. I'm totally fucked!"

Lisa sat at the foot of Monica's bed. "Suppose I could get you out of here?"

"I'd stop going to church and instead pray to you every weekend but I don't think there are any miracles that big."

"I don't know... You say the Sherriff scared you. Well if he scared you he must have panicked Ruth. I could play it up that the longer you stay around here the more likely you'd wind up in jail. I could call some friends and possibly get you a job away from here."

Monica began to get excited. "Really? Where?"

"My friends have a big yacht. They pretty much sail the world and the last time I heard from them they were somewhere near Hong Kong. They keep a crew of about twenty on board and even if they're full now I think I can convince them to make it twenty-one if it's for someone who looks like you."

For the first time Monica looked cautious as she asked, "What do my looks have to do with anything? What is this job?"

Lisa shrugged. "It's pretty much whatever you want. Since I doubt if you want to be down in the engine room handling a wrench, I would think the most likely positions for you would be either in the galley or the entertainment staff.

Think of working in the galley as you would if you worked in a small restaurant. Everyone's expected to fill in where they're needed; you might be tearing lettuce, clarifying butter, serving drinks, bussing tables, whatever's needed. As an entertainer you'd spend your time mingling with the guests, going to parties, lying around poolside, but always with an eye toward making sure the passengers are having the cruise of their lives."

By now Monica suspected the truth. "And I do that by..."

Lisa looked her in the eye. "Before I met your family and went to work for your Dad I spent nine days working as an entertainer on the Fantasia. During that time I fucked all fourteen passengers, the owners and the chief steward. I lost my cherry the first night of that voyage by pulling a train of everyone on board and I loved every minute of it."

Lisa stood up and headed for the door. She paused in the doorway. "Look Monica, how you spend your time and who you bed is none of my business but you'd better not lose sight of the ball here. The whole purpose of this job, whichever one you wind up taking, is to get your ass out of Connecticut."

"What about school?"

Lisa was smiling on the inside as her face displayed a look of consternation. "Hmmm, I hadn't thought of that but I'll bet your Dad would spring for a tutor and he can convince the school to let you graduate on time if your finals are administered by a certified teacher." Lisa was pretty sure Betty Taylor could get out of the last few months of school if the price was right. She thought back happily to some fun times she'd had with Betty's pussy.

Monica told Lisa, "Make the call."

Three days later everyone was in the driveway hugging and wishing Monica goodbye. Ruth was the last to hug her and the continuing tension between mother and daughter permeated the scene. Lisa was already in the SUV and as Jason started the engine Monica piled into the back seat.

Lisa leaned over the seat back and asked Monica, "Nervous?"

Monica grinned as she answered, "Maybe a little. A week ago I had zero clue that I was; leaving school, having a full time tutor, leaving home to start a new job; a new job I might add which would involve my becoming a prostitute... it's all too completely weird."

Lisa took her hand as she looked in the young girl's eyes, "Monica you're a big girl who's old enough to take charge of her own life. You pretty much have your choice of jobs on the Fantasia but please remember that if you do take the entertainer's job it'll tear your mother up."

"Are you telling me not to take that job?"

"No, I just told you that's your decision to make but there are a lot of ways to describe that job to your folks the next time you see them. You could bounce into the room saying, 'Hi Mom, I'm now a prostitute who's recently fucked fifty guys'; or you could say 'Mom I got the Dentons to create a job for me. I plan all the guests' offshore activities, make restaurant and theater reservations, come up with on board shows and arrange the parties... I even sometimes find dates for some of the guests.'

Your mother isn't stupid. She'll still know that you're expected to fuck anybody who wants you but it makes it easier for her to get used to the idea." Lisa sighed. "Just a suggestion."

Monica's flight landed on time and as she went to collect her luggage. As she grabbed her first bag from the carousel a tiny blonde woman immediately approached her and said, "Please, let me help you with your bags. How many more should I be on the lookout for?"

Monica saw that beyond being tiny, the girl was quite beautiful. "I need to get two more bags but, I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"I doubt it since we've never met but Lisa e-mailed me your picture so I could recognize you." She held out her hand, "I'm Betty Taylor, your new tutor."

Betty gave the cab driver the address of dock Fantasia was moored at. She asked Monica, "So how's Lisa?"

Monica looked at her watch. "Right now probably fucking my brother to mellow her out before dinner with my parents. 

So how did you meet Lisa? I take it you went to UConn?"

Betty chuckled into her lap. "No, I met her when I was working on the Fantasia last year. It comes as quite a surprise to be working there two years in a row."

"Who did you tutor last year?"

"Last year my academic skills weren't really called for as much my oral skills, among others." She looked Monica in the eye. "Like Lisa I was one of the sexual entertainers. Eight to ten weeks of vigorous fucking each year significantly improves my standard of living. This year, thanks to your parents, I get to double dip. I'm getting paid both by your Dad and the Agency."




Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 06



"I thought about doing that but since it would literally kill my mother I've told the Dentons I've decided to learn my way around a kitchen."

When they boarded Fantasia Andrew met them at the top of the gangplank. "Betty, so good to have you back again." He kissed her cheek. "And you must be Monica." He shook her hand. "I've given you adjoining rooms with a connecting door down the hall in case you want to consult about your studies without encouraging other guests to divert Betty's attention." Lisa emptied out her mailbox on the way back to her room. When she got there Jason was pouring over a text preparing for an exam he had scheduled for the following morning. Ordinarily she wouldn't disturb him but one envelope in the mail caught her attention so she asked him, "Can you spare a second?"

He looked up and stretched. "Sure, I need a break anyway. Mind if we hit Starbucks? My body craves a Venti Mocha Frappe."

As they headed done the road he asked, "So what's up?"

Lisa held up the envelope. "Nothing we didn't expect but now it's official. We've been invited to spend as much time as we want on board the Fantasia. Liz added a handwritten appeal saying that she expects us on the first scheduled flight to Miami after our last scheduled exam."

Jason looked thoughtful, "I wonder which job Monica took."

"Jason, I've already told you I consider it a waste of time to speculate about all of that. I wonder whether she's made any progress in getting that chip off her shoulder but all our questions will probably be answered in two weeks.

I am looking forward to seeing the all guys again."

Jason snorted, "You mean you're looking forward to Bruce's tongue again!"

Lisa put her hand between her legs as she walked. She grinned as she said, "That too!"

The following weekend the two of them went to Jason's family's house. Ruth served lamb chops and it wasn't until desert that Ruth brought up the subject. "Have you guys heard from Monica? I got a call from Mr. Denton telling me she'd arrived and was safely on board but when I asked to speak to her he said she was out shopping and that he'd be sure to tell her to call me. Not only have I not received any calls from her but I don't see any charges on her credit card."

Lisa said, "You won't be seeing any credit card charges because Rick confiscated her card as soon as she came on board and whenever she shops she's always accompanied by either one of the Dentons or Andrew, the Chief Steward. He's trying to reduce temptation by any means possible.

Oh, and he did pass on the message about calling although he hasn't pushed the issue. He wants her to want to call you rather than to feel she's only doing it because she's been ordered to. I also got an e-mail from her tutor complementing her for how well she's doing at her studies. Betty took Monica on a tour of the exchanges in Singapore so now all Monica can talk about is wanting to study to be a currency trader."

Peter almost choked on his mouthful of coffee some of which wound up dribbling down his chin onto his shirt. "My Monica in international finance? That's nothing short of amazing! I'd always thought she'd get her degree in obscure Eastern Philosophies along with a minor in Colombian Art History and be suited for absolutely nothing in the real world except holding up her end of cocktail party conversation while married to someone in the country club set who's diddling his secretary!"

Ruth chuckled. "Your expectations for her future were set a lot higher that mine, I'm afraid."

She sighed and added, "But I do wish I was able to have contact with her though. I really miss her but I suppose this is all best for her. It is encouraging that she has enthusiasm for her studies. How did you happen to know Miss Taylor Lisa? She seems to be excellent at motivating her students."

Now it was Lisa's turn to chuckle, "Betty's an excellent elementary school teacher from Westport who's always loved teaching but wasn't all that happy with the lifestyle a teacher's pay was able to provide. So to solve her problem she went to work for the same agency I worked for last year and we were both assigned to the Fantasia cruise."

Ruth sat up straight and her eyes were the size of saucers. "Do you know anyone who isn't either a prostitute or obsessed with sex?"

"Actually Ruth you should take an anthropology course. The primary motivation in life for all mammals is to make themselves sexually alluring so they can procreate and stay in the gene pool." Lisa hesitated before continuing. "What would you say if I got you invitations to this summer's cruise under certain conditions?"

Ruth shook her head, "I'm afraid the bravery you're showing belies your lack of forethought. My daughter would never forgive you if you arranged something like that."

"What if I was to tell you that it was Monica's idea and that any conditions are hers not mine."

The shock she felt was written on Ruth's face. "What conditions?"

Lisa reached into her purse. "She wrote me a letter which I'll read to you.

 'Dear Lisa,

I hope you're not too angry with me for not having gotten back to my Mother before now. She and I have been at each other's throats for two years now and I didn't want to add any more rhetoric to the pile of statements which both of us would prefer to take back. I really do love my mother but I just find myself unable to submit to her ever strengthening hold on my life. The closer I got to my eighteenth birthday the more controlling she became. I'm not pretending for a moment that my little mini rebellions were well thought out; they were extremely juvenile in fact. Lisa you sending me to the Dentons was absolutely inspired. I know it's only been three months but I feel so much more grown up and self confident.

You can tell my brother that I decided to pass on the entertainer job in favor of kitchen service. True, I'd rather be lying out by the pool letting others wait on me while partying my ass off but I just couldn't do that to my Mom. That doesn't mean I've been celibate but whom and how often I fuck is my choice, not a condition of my job.

This brings me to the main thing I wanted to suggest. I'd like you to ask my folks if they'd like to come on this year's cruise under the following conditions. I'm inviting them to my place of business so I can't constantly be reporting my whereabouts to Mom. Also, as you're well aware these are pleasure cruises so if I want to allow Bruce to have sex with me in the pool (something which I ardently hope will happen) Mom can't start screaming at us. In other words I'd like her to try treating me like an adult because I want her to meet the adult me. I'd like to be her friend.

You might think this would be a wacky thing for them to do but from what I've heard over the years they both could and did party with the best of them before Jase and I came along.

See what they say and if they decide to come I'll have the Dentons send a formal invitation. Oh, and Lisa I...'

Well the rest doesn't matter."

"Lisa you've told me everything else; why stop now?"

Lisa grinned as she resumed reading,  'Oh, and Lisa I wouldn't presume to tell you what to do but if I were you I'd think twice before trying to seduce my Dad. Mom might go Lorena Bobbit on you!

Love,

Monica'

Peter couldn't suppress it any longer and wound up chuckling while still trying to control it. Ruth turned to him and said, "Maybe she is growing up 'cause she got that one right!"

She then asked Lisa, "Who's this Bruce person?"

"A businessman from Manhattan. Technique-wise he was the most proficient lover I'd ever experienced until I created Jason." Jase smiled when she said that but he didn't argue.

Lisa and Jason retired to her room in the maid's quarters after taking over the kitchen and post-meal cleanup duties. As he was undressing Jason said, "You know they will come on the cruise, right?"

Lisa was sitting on the edge of her bed rubbing her toes as she replied, "Yep, I knew that and I also know that your Mom will be on her best behavior if she should walk in on Monica at an inopportune moment.

I can't wait for the cruise to begin, actually."



Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 07



All the usual caveats apply about ages, number of orifices which can simultaneously be occupied, etc. [was it in Jones' Ulysses that the heroine fantasized about being fucked by grasshoppers in her corneas during her gangbang?] I should also tell you that it's probably time to close out this series; but who knows for sure. Oh, although I write it all the time it really means a lot in this story; I've made no attempt whatsoever to include background on the characters so if you haven't read the previous chapters this one will be very confusing.

After clearing customs in Jakarta Peter and Ruth caught a cab to the dock where Fantasia was tied up. Two stewards were dispatched from the ship to carry their things aboard as Liz greeted them at the top of the gangway. "Ruth, I finally get to meet the two of you! I can't begin to tell you how jealous of you I am for your two adorable kids. We've loved Jason for almost a year now and we can see that Monica's cast from the same mold.

Well then, Andrew will show you to your stateroom and we'll see you for cocktails at six thirty?"

Bruce looked out the large porthole. "Your parents must be on board. We just cleared the inner channel marker. Do you want to shower and go up to greet them?"

Monica looked up from the bed. "Truthfully I'd much prefer your tongue was back between my legs. If we make it to the Grand Salon by six-thirty and allowing time for a shower and to dress I figure I still have an hour and fifty minutes to play with my Bruce Doll."

Bruce chuckled as he kneeled between her legs, grabbed her hands and pulled her into a sitting position. "Suck me first, student! This afternoon is strictly about my pleasure. "

Monica said "Yes sir." Just before Bruce's cock prevented any further conversation.

Drinks in hand at the cocktail party, Rick was speaking to Ruth and Peter, "In case she hasn't told you, your daughter's becoming quite the chef! She seems to have a pallet and an instinctive sense of how certain flavors can complement each other which goes way beyond anything I'm capable of. Last week Monica even requested we stay an extra day in Papua New Guinea to research local spices and dishes and within four hours was making suggestions to local chefs for spice substitutions. She's become quite the celebrity chef from Indonesia to New Zealand."

Peter said, "I'm amazed that she's followed up on anything to that extent. Is she in the kitchen now?"

Rick looked around as he said, "I don't think so, she was supposed to be here actually." He gestured Andrew to come over.

"Andrew, would you happen to know where Monica is?"

Andrew lowered his eyes as he replied, "Yes sir, I believe she's on 'A' Deck."

Rick chuckled. "Stupid me! I should have guessed." He turned back to the Carsons. "It seems that Monica's developed a sweet tooth when it comes to Bruce Holt.

Bruce must be our version of catnip since almost all the young ladies seem to develop a crush on him at some point or other. Even Liz has a hard time keeping her hands off him and we've known him for eleven years."

Ruth asked, "Eleven years! How old is this catnip person?"

"Oh let's see, he's three years older than I am so that'd make him fifty-five."

Ruth turned to her husband, "Peter I know I said I'd keep my cool about everything and I will but it's so difficult to not fly off the handle when I hear that my 18-year-old daughter is somewhere rutting with a man older than we are."

"Ruth I really think you should tone down the use of the word 'rutting'. We've talked about that."

Rick interrupted, "Why? I think it's a perfect word for what the girls start out feeling about our Bruce. His bedroom skills are legendary to the point that it used to make me jealous. After the girls get to know him the whole matter gets even worse because they discover that he's actually a great guy in addition to being the most talented lover in most rooms."

Ruth asked, "So how'd you get over your jealousy?"

Rick snorted. "The big sonofabitch became my best friend." His eyes noticed something across the salon. "Speak of the devils, there they are." Monica ran over and threw her arms around her Dad's shoulders. She then hugged her Mom as she said. "God I've missed you guys. Trust me; this is going to be the best vacay you guys have ever had." She let her mother breathe and threw her arms around her father. "Did Rick tell you we're throwing a special pool party this evening after a fabulous dinner which I'll be preparing?"

Rick shook his head as he said, "I was about to when your delayed appearance interrupted me. Now shouldn't you be getting that cute little ass of yours back into the kitchen so my guests won't have to wait 'til midnight for their supper?"

Monica giggled as she gave Rick a big wet kiss before saying, "Yes boss."

Lisa had held back watching Ruth from across the room as Monica delivered the kiss to Rick. She said to Jason, "A lot of tongue in that kiss and your mom seems pretty much under control."

"I think Mom can see that Monica was the total aggressor. Hell, Rick even pulled his hand back and didn't grab her ass although he's obviously grabbed it before."

Lisa was still speaking with Jason when a pair of hands approached her from behind and grasped her breasts as a pair of lips grazed the right side of her neck. The tiniest of moans escaped her lips as she said, "At another time I can think of a better place for those lips my dear Mr. Holt."

"Another time, another time?" Bruce came out from behind Lisa to embrace Jason. "What have you done to Lisa, Jase? I seem to remember that when it came to sex there was never as good a time as the present. Now she's becoming politically correct?"

Jason returned the hug as he said, "She's working on my mother. Lisa doesn't want her to see the same man diddling both her daughter and her daughter."

"Daughter? How could I be so far out of the loop that I didn't hear of such an important engagement? Or did the two of you run off like a pair of cowards and deny your friends the wedding of this or any other season?"

Jason smiled. "I proposed and she accepted but wants to control the timing of the announcement. She's taken on the responsibility of fixing both our slightly dysfunctional families and wants to complete that task before adding something else for my mother to rail about."

Bruce still had his arm around Jason's shoulder as he gazed at Lisa. "I remember her Cumming Out Party as if it was only yesterday. It was obvious even then that she was all about leaving people better than when she found them. Arrogant perhaps but she's damned good at it."

"If the two of you are quite finished analyzing me I think it's time to introduce Bruce to your folks." Lisa clutched the elbows of each of the two men and led them across the room. Jason made the introductions just as Andrew announced dinner.

Dinner was served to two tables, one headed by Rick, the other by Liz Denton. Lisa was on Liz's left next to Jason, while Ruth and Bruce were on her right. Monica was going to take a seat but when she saw Ruth beside Bruce she changed her mind and went back to the kitchen. Ruth noticed and said to Liz; "I thought Monica was joining us for dinner."

"I thought so too. Jason did she say anything to you?"

Jason and Lisa exchanged looks. Lisa said, "She had every intention to but I think she chickened out when she saw you were sitting beside Bruce."

Ruth thought for a second before answering, "Oh." She turned to Bruce. "My daughter and I have a lot of history when it comes loosing acerbic barbs at each other and I suppose she was afraid I'd take aim at you this evening."

Bruce locked eyes with Ruth and tenderly replied, "That's too bad because you wouldn't have taken the chance of hurting her by doing that. It's a shame she doesn't realize that."

He took Ruth's hand and kissed her fingers. "Don't worry, she will come around. Trust me."

"Are you trying to seduce me Mr. Holt?"

"I don't often seduce, more often a woman and I discover we both want the same thing at the same time. That notwithstanding... No Ruth, if I were to hook up with you I'd wind up alienating your daughter and I don't hurt women if I can help it." He ate something wrapped in a grape leaf. "Especially since I'm rather fond of her and she'll probably be sharing my bed tonight."

Liz decided to change the subject. She turned to Jason, "Oh Darling, remind me after dinner that I need to have Andrew update the itinerary. A pair of special guests had an unbreakable dinner appointment this evening so instead of sailing straight into the Canal we've got to divert to Nassau so we can pick them up in the morning." 

Ruth asked, "And after that?"

"Oh, I thought everyone had been sent an itinerary but since Monica took care of forwarding everything to you I suppose she forgot to include that. Anyway, let's see; Nassau, then Kingston, Panama City, and on to Manta.

I'm not sure if Rick's worked out the details yet but I think Fantasia will spend most of her time ferrying between Manta and the Galapagos and the Bertrams will be available if anyone wants to do either some deep sea fishing or any other side trips. I do know Rick wants to land a Marlin on a fly so that will suck up a lot of his time."

At this point Lisa's attention was diverted by a sultry brunette, a near double of Catherine Zeta Jones, who had made a b-line for their table. Lisa stood and wrapped her arms around the girl. "April!  You look even lovelier than you did last year."

April kissed Lisa quite thoroughly, her tongue dancing in her mouth and her hands inside the back of her dress squeezing Lisa's ass. When she came up for air April said, "And your tongue, tits and ass are every bit as inviting as they were last year but as much as I might want to drag you away and attack you, my main reason for coming over was to ask this delicious man to dance." She walked over to Peter and wrapped his right arm around her waist.

Peter's smile was as broad as Ruth's scowl was deeply carved in her face. Peter said to April. "But there's no music to dance to and they're just serving dinner."

April nibbled at his ear. "Really? Well I've got an XM radio in my stateroom and I'm sure I can come up with something for you to nibble on."

Lisa interceded, "April as much as any man might find your invitation nearly impossible to turn down, I'm pretty sure he and his wife Ruth are going stay monogamous... for at least a while."

Peter smiled at April. "But I sincerely thank you for offering." April curtsied to the table and went back to hers.

Ruth took a sip of her wine. "Lisa what did you get us into? Peter won't be able to fit his swelled head in a hat for weeks."

Jason answered, "Mom if you remember it was Monica who invited you so stop trying to blame Lisa for everything."

Ruth wore a smirk as she said, "Well maybe not too swelled... That girl just disappeared under that table and is fellating that man in the sailor's suit."

Liz smiled and put her hand atop Ruth's. "That's the ship's Captain, Captain Raymer and I'm sure he's enjoyed April's lips before. In fact if I'm not mistaken he's enjoyed the company of every woman in this room except yourself and young Barbara over there and no one is allowed to touch her until tomorrow."

"Why not until tomorrow?"

Liz said, "Because Barbara doesn't turn 18 until tomorrow and that's kind of a house rule. I know it has nothing to do with legality because we're in international waters but it's a rule which Rick and I established several years ago and we're comfortable with it." She chuckled as if at a private joke and continued, "Of course at 12:01 AM Rick and I have already reserved the first two entries on her dance card."

Ruth was looking down at the endive her fork was pushing around on her plate as she said, "Sort of a repeat of last year with Lisa?"

"No... at least I don't think so. Remember Lisa was a virgin and although the subject's never come up I suspect Miss Kelly doesn't qualify."

Peter leaned over and whispered in his wife's ear. Ruth's head turned and after staring at him for a full five seconds she took his cheeks with both hands and kissed him passionately.

Jason wore an amazed look as he said, "Wow Mom; I don't know what brought that on but I can't remember ever seeing you kiss Dad like that before!"

Ruth's eyes were still locked on Peter's as she replied, "That's a shame Jason. We used to kiss like that every chance we got. I often think your father knows me better than I do. He just told me that he'd expect no reciprocity if I decided to join the melee in our host's cabin. He knows Barbara turned me on but what he didn't take into account is that I won't have time for such since I'll be attacking him in our cabin."

Liz leaned forward and said to Ruth, "That sounds so romantic and far be it for me to change your mind but if it pleases you you're both invited to my stateroom tonight. We could make it a fivesome!"

Ruth was still rubbing Peter's hand. "Thanks Liz and who knows, maybe we'll take you up on your offer some other time but I want my husband's undivided attention tonight."

Everyone agreed that Monica had outdone herself with the dinner. Pleasantly full most repaired to poolside for cocktails. Liz. Rick, Ruth and Peter lingered over their after dinner brandy before joining the crowd. Lisa had gone back to the kitchen and returned with the chef. Monica kissed her way around the table before squeezing a chair in between her parents. Peter held her hand with both of hers as he said, "Mons, I can't begin to tell you how proud I was this evening listening to everyone complement the meal knowing you were responsible for it."

Monica leaned in and kissed her dad's cheek as Liz jumped in and said, "Mons? My Sous chef is named after a decidedly feminine body part? How incredibly appropriate!"

Monica laughed. "Hey Moms, what'd you do with my brother? I wanted to say hi."

"I thought he was with you. He left the table at about the same time as Lisa when she went to find you."

Monica turned to Lisa, "Any guesses?"

Lisa laughed. "While I don't know for sure, I think I can guess with some degree of certitude.

Let's see; Jason was trying to drag me into a corner, I refused in favor of heading off to bring you to your folks so he's still horny and unsatisfied. Add those elements to the fact that he seemed to take a liking to April earlier and I'd guess he's in a lounge chair poolside getting his rocks off. Shall we all head out that way to see if I'm right?"

Peter stood and reached for Ruth's hand. "Thanks for the offer sweetheart but my son's not the only one who's horny. I think I'll try to get lucky in my own cabin. Goodnight all."

Liz was staring into her brandy as she said. "Goodnight you two, have fun."

After they had left and Monica headed out for the pool Liz said to Lisa, "I'm having a hard time keeping my mouth shut. Have you told anyone else?"

Lisa reached out and took her hand, "Well, you, Rick and Andrew were the only ones who knew until I needed to make arrangements for someone to perform the ceremony. Since Dad and Sally are coming here on the same launch as him I figured it'd be silly to try to keep them in the dark and just a few minutes ago I told Bruce."

Liz chuckled. "This might be a first. A bunch of people show up for a party only to discover it's a wedding... your Dad didn't know until today?"

Lisa rested her chin on her hands as she answered, "Not my Dad, not Sally, no one else. I did want to get your opinion about one thing though. I really want you to be my Matron of Honor and Jase agrees. Am I being politically incorrect not asking Monica?"

"I really want to say something snappy like 'when have you ever cared about political correctness?' but I also know Monica's one of your favorite projects so I'll answer this way; She's really doing good.

I haven't seen that huge chip on her shoulder at all lately and I really haven't done all that much except set her boundaries in the beginning. She doesn't even need them anymore. If anyone deserves credit it'd be Bruce. Monica's sexual confidence has blossomed and it's dragged her overall self-confidence along with it. She's really a dynamite young lady."

Liz chuckled, "Rick wants to horn in on some of the credit by raving about what a great fuck she's turned into but he knows most of the credit goes to Bruce.

So if you want her to be Maid of Honor that's okay with me but if you're doing it to raise her self confidence... she doesn't need it. Why not make her a bridesmaid?"

"I thought about but since Jason wants to ask my Dad to be a groomsman wouldn't Monica be expected to fuck him?"

Liz almost choked on her brandy. "Oh my god! I've been hanging around you too much 'cause I know what you're thinking! You're worrying about what Sally might think! You should have been a shrink.

On that note I'm going for a swim. Maybe Jason has enough left for me to horn in on April's action."

"Why not jump Rick?"

"I'm saving him for desert. At about 12:15 he'll have Barbara sitting on his cock while I'm sitting on his face."

When they got to the pool they were greeted by the sight of Monica on a chaise with Bruce's cock in her pussy and Daniel Rice's down her throat. Jason was at the bar doing shots of Van Gough Espresso Vodka with Patrick, the ship's bartender. He looked up and slurred, "The lords of our domain approach! Mr. Kelly is it alright to serve them even though they're both clothed?"

Liz said, "Well I won't be for long since I'm dying for a swim, but we'll join you for a few."

Lisa kissed him and took the adjacent bar stool while watching Monica's enthusiastic lovemaking. Jason followed her gaze and said, "My baby sister's growing up!"

Just then Bruce flipped Monica over and reentered her doggy style. Daniel quickly followed suit in her mouth. Monica took a second to wave at Lisa and her brother. Lisa answered, "When we get a chance, I want to tell her about tomorrow. Am I being weird worrying about the fallout if she winds up fucking my Dad?"

Jason started to undress her. "Yes, but you wouldn't be Lisa if you didn't worry about such things." He put her dress over the back of a bar stool and slipped her panties to the deck. "They're all grownups and are usually quite capable of managing their own lives." He leaned in to kiss each of his betrothed's eyes. "Patrick, a double GM in a soup bowl please."

Lisa rose off her stool and wrapped her arms around Jason as he ran his gentle hands up and down her naked back. Both Liz and Rick approached pushing chairs on rollers as Patrick placed a bowl, a bottle of Grand Marnier and a Take-a-Check machine on the bar.

As Lisa assumed the position; head on hands, breasts hanging down, rear end facing the room, she couldn't help marveling that it hadn't even been one year since the last time she stood in this position with the Dentons licking GM off her breasts and the first of what she hoped would be many cocks seeking entry to her already soaked pussy.

She could hear the machine clicking as it dispensed tickets to gain entry to her. She smiled to herself knowing without looking that Bruce had one such ticket and Rick another. What made it ever so much sweeter this time was that the cock sliding into her now, the first cock, belonged to her beloved Jason. Lisa didn't even need to open her eyes as she raised her head, poured some GM on the pussy sitting on the bar in front of her, and began to lick and nibble her way up and down April's distended lips. -----------------------------




Lisa’s Summer Vacation Ch. 07



Lisa heard the knock on her door and slipped out of bed without waking Jason. It was Andrew, the Head Steward. "We just dropped anchor and I thought you might want to catch the launch going in to Nassau to pick up your Mom and Dad."

Lisa threw open the door and ran naked back to her closet. "Yes I do Andrew. Do I have time for a quick shower?"

Andrew smiled. "I'll make sure you have time. The launch doesn't leave until I say so."

Lisa ran back to him and kissed him hard with a lot of tongue. Andrew couldn't not squeeze her ass while she was attacking his tongue. When the kiss broke Lisa said, "It's been almost a year since the last time I fucked you and I thoroughly enjoyed it last time. We need to make up for that lost year tonight."

"You mean on your wedding night?"

"Oh I have a feeling I'm going to be a very busy girl tonight... and we're picking up my Dad and his girlfriend, not my Mom. My Mom would have hated every minute of this cruise so I didn't invite her." Within seconds she was in the shower.

Lisa was at the helm of the launch as they approached the dock in Nassau. She was very familiar with the craft's handling characteristics since her father had a 41 foot Bertram exactly like it. As they got close, she still had the craft at a speed which was upsetting three of the customs officials. At the last second when it seemed a collision with the dock was nearly inevitable she spun the wheel hard, backed off the right engine and added ¾ power to the left. As she came to a stop the Bertram barely kissed the fenders awaiting them. Although one of the officials was still making aggressive noises everyone else was giving her an ovation. Behind her and over her shoulder she heard a familiar voice say, "Now that's my daughter!

Lisa made it from the flying bridge to the deck, from the deck to the transom railing and into her father's arms in about three seconds. As she wrapped her legs around his waist she gave him a kiss on his cheek as she said, "Hey roomy! God have I missed you. If it wouldn't create a sensation on the dock I'd have my tongue in your pussy right now."

The girl she was speaking to was Sally Rourke, her college roommate and her Dad's girlfriend. Sally gave Lisa a kiss and replied, "Sorry, not before your wedding.

By the way, where is your husband to be?"

Lisa snorted. "Still asleep when I left, but by now he's probably working his way through the all whores Rick hired for the cruise. I already told him that if they used him up or if he had any difficulty performing tonight I wanted an immediate divorce!"

Lisa turned to the third member of the group and introduced herself, "You must be Sir Alan, and I'm Lisa Kendall soon-to-be Lisa Carson with your assistance. Are these guys all done with customs and passport control?"

Sir Alan Collins KCVO CMG, Chief Executive & Director General of the Bahamas Commonwealth Business Council shook Lisa's hand and said, "Quite, this dock is within the bonded area so we can leave as soon as their baggage is brought aboard."

"Are you sure we can't convince you to stay on board for a bit after the ceremony? We have quite a few really good convincers on board."

"Actually your Mr. Denton is a bit ahead of you on that point. He's convinced me to stay on board until we reach Ecuador where he's having me flown home."

"Oh wonderful, I'm so pleased!" Lisa leaned in and kissed him thoroughly.

After they had pulled away from the dock and were leaving the harbor, Sally could contain herself no longer. She asked, "I did as you asked and I haven't opened my gift but I'm curious about the 'Don't worry about a dress for the wedding' comment of yours. Are you having a nude wedding or something?"

"You're not serious. Can you imagine my selling that idea to Jason's Mom? Not likely; but you are right, your wedding outfit's in the box. Every woman aboard is expected to wear the same thing to the service, just as there's a designated male outfit too."

"What are the men wearing?"

"Pearl grey swim trunks, grey Top Hats, black bow ties and shirtless Pearl grey tails with dark purple piping.

To save you your next question, all the women, including myself, will wear matching ViX Ella black cut one piece swimsuits with three tier Wedding Veils and three foot trains. The only way I'll look in any way different is that all the veils will be white except mine which is a deep red."

Sally asked, "Isn't that backward?"

Lisa grinned. "It's been a year since I was, by conventional mores, eligible to wear white. Since I spent last summer as a hooker I figured that made me a scarlet woman so that became my color but since white looks so cool at weddings I figured the other ladies should wear it."

Lisa, Sally and her father had already changed into their wedding clothes and as soon as the launch pulled alongside the Fantasia four members of the crew sprang into action. Two took the launch to hook up to the winches and allow it to resume its place on the starboard davits; one whisked Lisa and her father away out of sight of any of the other guests while Sally was delivered to Jason who led her to the afterdeck lounge where everyone else had already assembled.

Arthur and Lisa were in his stateroom overlooking the pool directly above the afterdeck bar. He kissed her forehead and said, "I'm so incredibly proud of you but I can't help feeling a twinge of the bittersweet that I somehow failed your mother."

Lisa kissed him back, this time on the lips. "Don't you dare go there. Mom let you down almost twenty-one years ago and has been getting bitchier ever since." She twirled in her brief wedding costume and retook his hands. "I'm actually kinda proud of myself. Not for it being my wedding day which was mostly Jason's doing... Wow did I ever get lucky there... but I'm proud every time I see the look in your eyes whenever you're around Sally. She's who you should have hooked up with all those years ago. I adore seeing you so... oh I don't know, happy?... content?... satisfied! It's as if she's all you need to complete your world." She kissed him again. "It gives me goose bumps. I think to myself 'I did that!' and I love it."

"I am happy, truly happy but if, as you suggest, I'd hooked up with her back then I'd be in prison since she was only one month old back then."

"Do me a favor, Daddy? Do Sally a favor and do yourself a favor. Help her make a baby, she wants one so badly."

Arthur's eyebrows shot up. "She told you that? I've often suspected it but she never said anything."

Lisa's eyes shot to the ceiling as her head leaned to the side. "Duh!  She didn't have to say anything to me. I thought you were brighter than that. She's convinced herself that a baby is the last thing you could ever want. Besides, I want to play catch with my little brother or sister; it'd be fun."

Bah bah bah bah... The first attention gathering chords of Mendelssohn's Wedding March rang out across the afterdeck. Sir Alan stood on the slightly raised dais surrounded by an ocean of tropical flowers. He was flanked on one side by Liz, Monica and Sally and on the other by Peter, Bruce and Rick. Two stewards opened the double doors to the corridor down the center of 'A' Deck and Arthur led his only daughter down the aisle toward the dais where Jason stood beaming.

"...pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride." The newlyweds gazed into each other's eyes for several seconds before flowing into what began as a tender, but rapidly became passionate kiss. Jason had already untied the single bow in the center of Lisa's back which held the suit against her body and both his hands had drifted into her suit and were squeezing the cheeks of her ass just as Lisa's were squeezing him. There were three photographers and two videographers recording everything and as Lisa raised her head to survey the scene she noticed Liz had already dropped to her knees and was bobbing up and down her husband's cock.

It seemed that Ruth had somehow fallen into a kaleidoscope and she knew that it was Lisa who had pushed her there. Not that she was complaining as she stood there watching her son kiss his new bride, she was actually quite... sated and content. She began replaying her night last night for perhaps the twentieth time. She was sure that time had somewhat dulled old memories but when she and Peter had made love last night it felt like the most powerful emotions she had ever felt. She had come harder than at any time she could remember, Peter had had more stamina than at any time she could remember, and for the first time she could remember she didn't care if the whole world heard her screams of satisfaction. At about three A.M. she heard a knock on the door to their stateroom and since Peter had dozed off she answered it only to be shocked into silence by the little eighteen-year-old birthday blonde, Barbara.

The adorable little girl took Ruth's hand and led her back to the bed. She said, "Mrs. Denton thought you might enjoy a post-coital massage. I waited in the hall until it began to quiet down in here and then took it upon myself to guess the proper time to knock."

Ruth was about to deliver a halfhearted protest when the girl pressed a finger to Ruth's lips. She removed both her own robe and the short slip-on that Ruth had donned as she said; "Please lie down on your belly." As Ruth did so Barbara straddled her bottom and began rubbing fragrant oils into her neck and shoulders. As the massage progressed Ruth's moans soon awoke Peter who hiked himself up with his head resting on his right hand so he could more properly watch the show.

Ruth spoke without raising her head. "Wish Barbara a happy birthday, Darling."

"Happy birthday Barbara. I believe Liz said you just turned eighteen?"

"Yes sir, three hours and twenty minutes ago."

Ruth continued, "I'm afraid we didn't know so I didn't bring you a gift but you have my permission to suck my husband's cock if you'd like. I've never said that to anyone before."

"I'd like that very much, Mrs. Carson."

Ruth smiled. "I thought you might; and while you're sucking on him I thought I might do the same to you."

Barbara's grin stretched from ear to ear. "Mrs. Carson, you've hit on the perfect birthday gift!"

Ruth watched as her son began undressing his new bride on their wedding dais. Each square inch of flesh revealed seemed to him to be especially in need of kissing. Ruth was still astounded that the night before, as she watched Peter's cock disappearing into the young girl's mouth, she hadn't felt the slightest twinge of jealousy. In fact, she had felt proud and as if she were showing him off to the little strumpet. She squeezed Peter's hand as Jason knelt and thrust his tongue between Lisa's parted legs. Peter raised Ruth's hand and kissed each finger on it.

As Ruth gazed at her husband kissing her fingers he pointed behind her and over her left shoulder. As Ruth turned she saw her daughter Monica nude on the diving board with Bruce's face buried between her legs. At that precise moment Bruce began kissing his way up her belly and then her breasts before arriving at her lips. Monica raised her left leg as she reached around and inserted Bruce into her already drenched pussy. As soon as Bruce began stroking she raised her right leg and grabbing both feet she rested her heels on his shoulder blades. Bruce was just reaching his stride when Monica's next orgasm hit. She screamed and tried to slam both her feet down to help her thrust her pelvis upward. Unfortunately her right foot missed the board tumbling both of them into the pool. Even as they were falling Bruce never missed a stroke. Both his hands gripped her ass and he continued thrusting. A division of labor was soon established. It became Monica's responsibility to keep Bruce's head above water so he could breathe and continue accomplishing his responsibility; fucking her hard  . Ruth simply shook her head and said, "It seems we're the only ones not getting any action."

Peter answered, "I physically hurt I want you so badly." Ruth pushed him back to one of the chaises and in short order was naked and riding him for all he was worth.

It seemed to him that he'd been filling her passage with cum forever. He was sure he wouldn't escape from this tryst without tooth marks on his neck but he didn't care. He stared across the pool at where his daughter was slamming down on her new husband's pelvis before rising. It seemed to Arthur that each upward movement was like a marksman recocking his rifle for his next shot. As he watched her tits flail around he thought back to the days when she had given him so much sexual pleasure yet as he watched Lisa now there was no lust left in his mind, only pride. He felt confident that these newlyweds would defy the averages and spend a lifetime together.

Arthur looked down into Sally's eyes and instantly knew that she knew exactly what he'd been thinking. He whispered in her left ear. "If the idea appeals to you I'd like to make a baby with you."

Anyone walking past them might have thought it strange; this comely teen kissing her way around the older man's face while sobbing hysterically. It was obvious that he was still inside her yet he was by and large motionless as the girl's heels slammed repeatedly into his buttocks and thighs.

Sally regained her composure sufficiently to say, "I could take or leave the idea of having a child at my age, but the idea of having your child would fulfill a fantasy beyond my wildest dreams."

Monica's voice on the public address system drifted across the crowd on the afterdeck as well as in each of the staterooms around the ship. "If you're hooked up then by all means keep on keeping on but everyone be aware that you'll incur the wrath of Monica if you don't show up in the Grand Salon in one hour and twelve minutes for my suckling pig and garlic sauce. Oh! Just in case my brother is having an audio dysfunction would everyone please make sure he's aware that the newlyweds are not exempt! Seven o'clock... Grand Salon."

Slacks, shirts and cocktail dresses had replaced the wedding attire and everyone was enjoying their coffees, brandies and desert slices of Sacher Torte. Batteries around the room were rapidly recharging after the afternoon's hedonistic excesses. Even Sir Alan had allowed himself to be led to one of the staterooms by April, Betty and Barbara to create a memory he'll forever treasure.

Rick rose from his chair and began tapping his desert fork against the crystal water tumbler to silence the crowd. He began; "Most of you know parts of what I'm about to describe but only a few know it all. I'm about to hopelessly date myself by referring to a cigarette brand introduced in 1968 by Phillip Morris. The brand was Virginia Slims and the only reason I thought of them was because of a marketing slogan they'd adopted to attract new young women smokers. The slogan was 'You've Come a Long Way, Baby.'

A scant year ago a teenage college freshman was lying in her bed feeling sorry for herself. She'd been used to always getting her own way and was convinced that her life was ruined because an urgent business opportunity had forced her father to cancel a family trip. The girl was having a hard time grasping the idea that she couldn't talk her way out of her dilemma, that she couldn't use her ridiculously large breasts and slim waist to convince some man to do something to help her or her intellect to change the rules which surrounded her. She was especially upset because in her ordered, well choreographed life she had penciled in the loss of her virginity that summer.

Her roommate planted a seed that evening; since the girl intended to get laid why not become a hooker for the summer? The seed took root and for our very task oriented heroine everything else became inevitable. Her focus shifted from aiming inward where everything was about how it affected her, to outward where everything was about doing her job to the best of her ability. For a hooker that meant pleasing her clients and make them happier people for having come in contact with her. 

She's done precisely that ever since. The list of those whose lives have been positively affected by her is long and in many cases life changing. Monica told me earlier today that she credits Lisa with having both saving her life and bringing her closer to her parents than she can remember.

So whether it's a life altering event or simply an intensely satisfying romp in the hay, everyone whose path she crossed was the better for it." he raised his glass, "Jason, not only did you get the brass ring but having gotten to know you over this past year I can't imagine anyone I'd rather see as Lisa's lifelong partner. L'chaim! Lisa you've come a long way, baby"