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Edna

By: Ed0613



Lunch hour was over and most residents had retired to their quarters to nap, watch T V or read. A few had gone out by the pool but not Edna, she had taken Lionel back to her room to have sex. 

She was sitting on his groin, his hard cock stuck deep in her pussy. Her hands were on his chest and she was smiling down at him. At least, she was trying to smile, but each time she rose up a little, his firm little prick rubbed against her 'G' spot and the erotic feeling made her gasp and her eyes roll back in her head.

She stopped for a moment and thought, "I hope I finish before they find out he's not in his room." 

Her door was locked but she knew that the orderlies would break out the master keys if they missed him and tried her door. For some reason they always looked in her room first when any of the male residents were unaccounted for.

She still longed for Otis, the big black attendant that used to 'service' her. She remembered how she would get on her bed on her hands and knees, and he would stand behind her, throw her gown up over her ass and plug his huge, beautiful, black cock into her. He wouldn't even take off his pants, just pull the zipper down, take out that magnificent dick and cram it in her hot box from behind.

The first time he fucked her it hurt a little but she soon learned to lube up just before he came by for the evening check. Early on she didn't have the proper pussy grease but later she found that butter pats from the dining room worked almost as well. He wanted to fuck her in the poop chute but he was so big that, even with the butter, she feared for her ass hole. Still, they had a hot three weeks before they caught him and fired his ass. Oh, well...

Back to this puny little cock that was sliding in and out of her sensitive cunt now. By raising up a little she could massage her clit with her finger while Lionel's dick massaged the inside of her responsive hole. Edna smiled at him again while she tickled the lips of her pussy. She had already had one orgasm but she wanted to cum again and maybe even a third time before she let him blow his load. 

She renewed her posting and soon felt the unmistaken feelings that were overtaking her entire body. With a quiver and a gasp, she welcomed the euphoria of climax as it washed over her. She was sitting still, her head down and her face almost hidden by her hair when she felt him stir. He was trying to pump her from below, driving what little bit of cock he had even deeper into her. She sighed and resumed her posting although she was incredibly sensitive. Maybe she could cum one more time.

She was smiling down at him when she thought, "Come on you listless son-of-a-bitch, fuck me harder. Pound that meat into me. Don't you let that scrawny little dick fade away now, just when it's got me going again. Shit, if it goes soft you better be ready to eat my pussy till I cum one more time."

She was still smiling when she said out loud, "Would it be better if I sucked on you in the sixty-nine position? When I was younger I was pretty good at that."

She mused to herself, "Good hell, I could suck the paint off a fire hydrant."

He mumbled something that she took as a yes so she switched ends, positioning her pussy directly over his face while she swallowed his almost soft dick. It was so small she could get all of it in her mouth and it didn't even touch the back of her throat. She savored the taste of her own juice on his pecker as she tried to suck the semen out of his uncooperative balls. She plopped her body down, feeling his nose slip into her wet snatch. She rubbed herself back and forth on his schnozz while she licked his soft pole like a candy. Sucking the head into her mouth she lashed at it with her tongue, probing at the slit, encircling the rim and caressing the soft, sensitive skin of the helmet.

She knew she had him when she felt his tongue tentatively probe at her pussy and felt his cock growing in her hand again. She renewed her efforts, sucking and bobbing her head up and down and soon he was bucking from below, fucking her mouth with his prick and her cunt with his tongue.

He filled her mouth with his cum and at almost the same moment she pushed her pussy hard against his mouth and had her third orgasm. "Oh. God, YES! YES!! YES!!"

Edna didn't want to swallow the yellow goop but it was better than getting out of bed right now and she sure as hell didn't want to spit it out on her clean sheets that she just got that morning. Oh well, there wasn't that much anyway. She rolled over and collapsed in the bed along side of Lionel.

Again he mumbled something she couldn't hear or understand. "Not right now love, you just get your stuff together and run along. I want to take a nap. I'll see you later at dinner or tomorrow at lunch. We'll do it again sometime."

She pushed him out of bed, leaving him standing there, nude, his dripping dick hanging down, completely spent. Like a man in a trance, he put on his under shorts and let himself out, walking down the hall with his shoes and the rest of his clothes in his arms. He still had his socks on.

Edna mused to herself, "I've got to be more selective in my choice of men. These older guys can't keep it up long enough to do me any good."

2

She thought back to the time she first felt a hard prick. She had left many a young man panting on her doorstep after a hot session of kissing and groping but she really didn't know what it was all about. She had seen her dad naked but his dick was soft and not very big. The other girls had told her how hard they got but no one had told her how big they got. She knew that her pussy dripped juice every time she got into one of these hot petting sessions and she let the guy feel her breasts and even let one put his hand on her cunt.

Just before she was ready to go off to collage in the fall, Edna accepted a date with Todd James, her best friends brother. Todd was home on leave from the army and on Friday night he took her to see a movie at the local drive-in. 

She was in the front seat of Todd's car, parked way in the back. He was kissing her and feeling her tits. Edna moved a little to give him better access and her hand accidentally brushed against the front of his trousers. The lump was huge and solid as a rock. She had to see it! She ran the zipper down and tried to pull it out but it was so big it was trapped inside his pants. He undid his belt, opened the top button, rose up in the seat a little and slid the offending clothing down his legs, out of the way. His beautiful cock leaped out at her, proud, long and very hard. 

She marveled at the size and firmness of it and how good it felt in her hand. She caressed it a few times and was about to kiss it the way the other girls had told her when it erupted, spewing his young man-seed all over both of them. She continued to milk it while his hand found it's way under her skirt and met her wet panties. As he had done, she slid them down her legs and gave him full access to her sloppy slit. 

In just a moment his finger was inside her and she was lost in the ecstasy of sex. He only fucked her four or five strokes before she had her first orgasm with another person. She was jerking and quivering so spasmodically that it startled Todd.

"Edna, Are you alright?"

"Yes, I think so. I never did anything that felt like that before. I feel drained and want to go home now." 

"Can I see you tomorrow?"

"Yes, I think I would like that."

Saturday morning, she couldn't wait to tell  Thelma, Todd's sister, what had happened. Edna told her everything and that she had another date with him that evening. 

Thelma asked, "Are you going to let him screw you?"

"I don't know. It just depends. I'll just see what happens," lied Edna. She knew that Todd would fuck her and if he didn't, she was going to fuck him.

When Todd called for her Saturday evening about seven o'clock, he had a half-pint bottle of Southern Comfort and a six-pack of bottled Coca-Cola. They went directly to a 'make out' spot down by the lake and he spread a blanket out on the bank. Crouching on the blanket, he very carefully poured out about a third of the Coke in the sand and refilled the bottle with the liquor.

He handed Edna the bottle but she pushed it aside and rushed into his arms, kissing him so hard that he fell over backwards with her on top of him. They rolled around until he was on top of her, one of his legs between hers and his stiff cock pushed hard against her thigh through his trousers. The forgotten coke lay on the ground, the contents leaking into the sand.

She surrendered to him as he pulled her sweater up and sucked on her nipple, still covered by her bra. In just a moment she popped the tit out of the confining support as his hand went under her skirt and massaged the wet crotch of her panties. As she had done the night before, she hooked her thumbs in the waist of the panties and slid them down her legs and off, baring her pussy to his adventurous hands.

While he was busy exploring this newfound territory, Edna busied herself with undoing his jeans. In a heartbeat they were open, pulled down below his ass and his masterful cock was once again standing straight out, surveying that which it was about to conquer.

Todd dropped between her legs and rubbed the bulbous head of his prick against the wet lips of her hot pussy. Although, technically, she was a virgin, her hymen had long ago been ruptured so there was very little resistance when he slid his smooth meat into her. She winced a little at this first penetration but very soon was overtaken by the rapture of this wondrous instrument sliding in and out of her, tenderly caressing the 'g' spot and filling her lower body with it's warm presence.

She almost screamed with the delight of her first sexual intercourse. The sensation of the hard piece of man-flesh rubbing, caressing, stroking the sensitive area between her legs was indescribable. She bucked against him so hard that her ass was off the ground while her arms beat a tattoo against the blanket. His ass clinched each time he drove himself into her. When the climax finally overtook her it was so intense that her entire body stiffened, her eyes rolled back in her head and she was gasping for breath, uttering a low wail.

The orgasm left her so weak she was just laying there when she felt his sperm pulsing deep into her receptive snatch. They fucked twice more before he took her home that evening. Edna couldn't see him on Sunday but they had three more sessions before he left to go back to his post on Thursday.

Edna aroused herself with a start. "Enough of this reminiscence shit! I just cleaned myself up for dinner and now my pussy is dripping wet again. Oh well, as I remember, it was one of the best pieces of ass I ever had. I wonder what ever happened to Todd?"

3

Edna noticed the new resident the moment she walked into the dining room. He was a tall man, slender, with a bearing that hinted of strength and was sitting at one of the small tables by the door, alone. 

She marched right up to him, stuck out her hand and said, "Hi, you're new here aren't you? I'm Edna Collins."

He took her hand and stood up. "Hello Edna Collins, I'm Albert Finch but most people call me Al or Captain, and you're right, I just got here today."

"How come you don't have an escort Al? They usually give you one for the first day or so." 

"They said they were short handed so I told them I was a big boy and could find my was around by myself. It looks like I already found my way around something nice."

"Well, thank you, you certainly are a big boy. Can I join you for dinner?"

"Of course, I would welcome the company, especially company as nice as you."

They had a pleasant meal with buffet items carefully selected from the steam table. She learned that he had recently retired from a life at sea. When he was younger, after he got out of the navy, he had been the captain of a small oil tanker and as he got older and married, he stayed ashore as a harbor pilot. His wife died five years ago so, with no other family, he sold everything, bought a 38-foot sailboat and spent the next few years bumming around the world. Last year, he found he could no longer handle the boat by himself so he sold it and applied to enter this assisted living facility. 

Dinner was over, she was sipping a glass of iced tea and he had a cup of black coffee, when she said, "What you need is a shot of good bourbon to spice up that coffee."

"Oh, God, what would I have to do to get that? They told me there was no booze allowed in here."

She gave him a little sideways look and said, "Well, I've got a bootleg bottle of Black Jack in my apartment and I am sure we could find something for you to do to earn it, if you're interested."

He cocked his head, smiled and said, "I'm very interested."

"They don't like it when two residents go back to either's rooms so wait a couple of minutes and then come up to A312. I don't have anything to mix with the bourbon."

"No problem, I like bourbon and water or even bourbon and bourbon."

"Okay, see you in a few minutes."

Edna left the dining hall, went straight to her rooms and slipped into something more comfortable (a dressing gown) without underwear.

At his knock, she cracked the door open, made sure there was no one in the hall and quickly ushered him inside. Before he had a chance to say anything, she jumped on the front of him like a monkey, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his groin. When she kissed him, it was long and lingering and her almost bare breasts were grinding into him. He had no option but to wrap his arms around her and support her with his hands. He was kneading her ass with his hands as he kissed and by the time they broke, they were both panting.

"Damn! I like the way you serve your bourbon!"

"I could tell! I think you've got a hard on. Well, if you want some more, it's through that door in the bedroom."

He laughed as he carried her into the bedroom and deposited her on the bed. Rather than lay down, she landed on her knees and busied herself with the buttons on his shirt. When he began to help, she moved down to his belt and the front fasteners of his trousers. She pulled the zipper and then his trousers down and, in one quick movement, shook her gown off, leaving her completely nude.

She "OOHed" when she pulled his boxers down and his beautiful, hard dick flopped out, standing proud. It had a slight upward hook and although it wasn't overly long it was very fat. She couldn't even close her hand around it.

He pushed her backwards across the bed and she raised and opened her legs, giving him access to her wet pussy from where he stood on the floor. He gathered her legs together and pulled them against his chest with her heels alongside his face, then positioned the head of his plump pecker at the opening of her oozing slit. When he pushed a little it easily slid into her warm skin-sleeve, causing Edna to gasp at the erotic coupling. 

Edna closed her eyes and just lay there, savoring the feeling of this firm man-meat as it eased in and out of her receptive cunt. Soon it was a lot more than just slipping in and out of her, he was hammering his cock into her like a pile driver. He too had his eyes closed. Holding on to her legs, he was lost in the euphoria of his sensitive dick being thrust, tine and time again, into the moist, warm gash that so readily accepted it.

His mind was completely closed to any stimulus except for the softness of the flesh caressing the length of his prick as it moved back and forth in her sweet spot. He soon became aware that Edna was moaning, obviously in the throes of climax. It was just the trigger he needed and he felt the unmistakable rush of pleasure through his body as he neared his own orgasm. Harder, faster he pumped until, with a final plunge he spewed his long pent up semen into her.

Edna was almost comatose with the exhilaration of climax and didn't object when Al slowly withdrew his softening dick from her sloppy pussy. He pushed her aside, flopped down on the bed and within seconds was snoring softly. She lay on her back alongside of him, basking in the afterglow of the successful union of their bodies. Her last conscious thought before she drifted off to sleep was "I wonder if he eats pussy?"

4

The dream that Edna dredged up out of her past was vivid. It was her first boyfriend Todd fucking her again and again. Then she was telling Todd's sister Thelma about it. 

They were in Thelma's bedroom and Edna was describing everything in intimate detail. She told how Todd's prick had looked and felt in her hand and how he had put it inside her pussy. She described how it wonderful the sensation was as he pushed it in and out of her cunt.

Thelma was rubbing her own pussy when she said, "I knew he had a big dick. I once peeked into his room when he was jacking off. I was amazed at how rough he handled it and how much cum there was when he shot off. I went back to my room and fucked myself with a cucumber till I came."

"It looks like you are going to do it again now." Edna pushed her hand away and replaced it with her own. "Why don't you let me help you? Slide your shorts down."

"I will if you will."

In just a moment both girls were nude and giggling. Cautiously, Edna rubbed her finger across the lips of Thelma's pussy. Thelma gasped, put her hands on Edna's hand, holding the finger against her weeping cunt, closed her eyes and smiled. 

Edna was plunging the finger in and out of Thelma when she asked, "Have you ever done this before?"

"I've done it to myself but I never did it with another person. Let me do it to you while you are doing it to me."

"Okay but let me try something first. Sit back and spread your legs. Someone told me about this and I want to try it." 

Edna got on her knees in front of her friend and put her mouth against the weeping pussy. When she parted the lips of the slit with her tongue, Thelma let out a loud gasp of exhilaration. 

"OH MY GOD!"

Although this was a new adventure for Edna, she just did the things she would like to have done to herself. Within a very short space of time, Thelma was squirming in pleasure as Edna's soft tongue caressed her sensitive snatch. Thelma's first climax caused by someone other than herself was indescribable and may have set the course of her future life.

When they kissed, Edna offered no resistance when Thelma licked the pussy juice from her face and then slowly licked her way down, across her stomach and on down to Edna's cunt. Edna was lost! She couldn't decide which was better, Todd's dick fucking her or this supple tongue that was performing magic in her responsive slit. The orgasm that followed was every bit as good as the one caused by that wonderful dick inside of her but completely different and certainly, just as enjoyable.

In her dream, Edna remembered that she and Thelma had sex almost every night for the next two months, until they went off to school. Edna mused that perhaps it was a good thing that they didn't both go to the same collage or she might have turned into a lesbian like Thelma. She really liked being bi-sexual.

5

The knocking on her door roused her from the dream. She was aware of the clock but was still groggy as she made her way to the door and looked through the security peephole. Recognizing the figure there, she quickly opened the door and threw her arms around him.

"Otis! What in the world are you doing here? I thought they fired you."

"Naw, they just moved me over to the men's residence in 'C' wing."

"Well, come on in. What are you doing here? It must be almost nine o'clock."

"That's why I'm here. It's way after nine o'clock and one of my residents is missing. Do you know Albert Finch?"

"Well, er yes, he's in the bedroom. Do you have to take him away? I'm not finished with him yet."


Edna



When I was a younger man, 20 years ago now, I was just 68 and I lost my wife. That same year Edna lost her husband. She was 81 or 82 at the time. Our houses were across the street from one another. She's gone now but I remember her well. I enjoyed her company as she did mine. We always found things to talk about. Our relationship kept the wolves of loneliness at bay and illumined the approaching darkness that would spell the end of our twilight years. And as it turned out, she retained a lively interest in and enjoyment of sex.

Edna was still in decent shape for her age but her years showed. She kept her hair strawberry blond and maintained with weekly coiffures. But her face, once comely, was replete with lines as though it had been crumpled like a piece of paper and then smoothed out but the creases still showed. Her ass had lost more than a little of the firm roundness of earlier years and flattened a bit. Of course she had put on some weight over the years and had five children so she had a matronly belly; not folded over mind you but rather an inviting mound of warm soft flesh. It overshadowed her pubic mound and fulsome vulva, naughty parts that turned out to be deliciously plump and pleasing once I gained a purchase on them; having worked through Edna's initial nerves and indecision.

As far as I could tell she still had all her faculties. You may think she had become a bit addled; goodness, at her age to read how we came to enjoy and gratify each other. Fortunately she had the constitution of an ox. We never had penis penetration intercourse. I couldn't because I'd had my prostate removed and could no longer gain more than a semi-hard phallus. Her vagina understandably had thinned and become less moist than when excited in her earlier years. But she showed me that a woman in her eighties could orgasm; orgasms of squirming, thrusting intensity that left her sweaty and satiated. 

The secret to Edna's stunning and fiercest orgasms lay in her ever-beckoning and keenly sensitive over-sized nipples; nipples that adorned glorious matronly breasts. 

Despite the wear and tear of her age, Edna had three physical attributes, or should I say five that stood out; her lovely and delicate feet, her ample and exquisite breasts with such fulsome nipples and her inviting vulva and clitoris. As our relationship deepened I found that she loved to have these body parts caressed, fondled, rubbed, patted, kissed, licked and sucked. I happily did them all. 

But it was my increasingly overt admiration of her breasts that brought us intimately together. That really is the focus of my story so let us turn our attention to the first exquisite time I attended her beautiful breasts.

We had lived across the street from one another for at least 15 years when death made us both single after very long marriages. Edna and Jim, her late husband, were neighbors who became friends. As time passed I would see Edna enjoying the day sitting on her front porch. She never wore dresses; always a pair of slacks and a blouse or sweater. She dressed her age. Since there was nothing to fire the imagination to be seen below the waist, what with loose fitting slacks, but over time, as we visited periodically I became conscious that she was generously endowed. 

One day when we were chatting about nothing worth mentioning and my gaze dropped to her chest. I willed myself to look up and return to eye contact. This went on for several cycles up, down, up, down and up. Edna obviously became aware that I could not restrain myself from ogling her prominent breasts. I say obviously because she reacted; not in any overt or vocal way. She continued to chat. But her nipples began to obtrude and grew until two remarkably pronounced nubbins showed in her sweater. A slight smile came to her lips. Our dialogue continued for a few more minutes. At one point she moved her hand to her chest resting her fingers lightly on her sweater. For a moment I thought she was going to succumb to an urge to caress one of those turgid nipples. But she just let her fingers slip down a bit then removed her hand. I did not, could not grow erect, but blood did flow to my penis and my anxious glans tingled.

After that day I saw Edna as a woman with a definite sexual dimension and no longer viewed her as merely a pleasant old lady who lived across the street. Time passed. Edna and I developed an unacknowledged charade with one another. One of us would initiate an impromptu mailbox meeting or a neighborly sit down visit. Then we would work our way through another session of thinly veiled erotic teasing. I caressed her tits with my warm gaze and her body invariably responded; producing those two remarkable and very erect nipples; they strained against a substantial bra and outer garment to an extent that they were clearly apparent despite the confining layers of fabric. We would smile at one another; sometimes enhancing our arousals with some sort of innuendo or mild double-entendre. I might say, "It's always pleases me to see you. Are you up for a little conversation?" Or, "I've enjoyed being with you today (pause) I mean something always comes up... I mean to talk about." Edna might remark, while standing up from her rocker, "There, I'm up again. Now I'll have to go in and take care of things." I came to learn later just what she meant.

Edna and I grew comfortable with one another, visiting on her front porch when it was not too hot and humid; our sessions growing more frequent as time passed. When one of us happened to be out the other would find some reason to go outside also. There was no formality; no calling up and making a date or dining together. Always in the background was this mutually pleasant sensuality; not a buzz of excitement but a soft hum of titillation. We chatted so much in our rocking chair sessions that we covered a broad gamut of topics learning much about each other's lives and thoughts; until one day she opened the door to a remarkable new level of intimacy. 

* * *

We sat together as we so often did. "Kenneth you remind me of an old saying," she remarked with a little smile. 

"Huh," I cleverly responded. "What old saying is that?"

"Men quit thinking about 'it,' about 15 minutes after the last shovel of dirt is tossed onto their graves."

I knew "it" was sex but I said, "What 'it' is that?"

She said, with laughter in her voice, "Oh, you know quite well what "it" I'm talking about; 'It' is sex. You certainly think about sex." Some color rose in her cheeks and I could see a flush rising in her neck. More evident of her tense excitement was the erection of her two nipples that now roused and elongated. Despite the substantial bra she wore to cantilever her ample breasts, before my eager eyes her surging nipples produced those mouth watering protrusions once more; yes hidden and restrained by her garments, outer and within, but nevertheless palpably revealing Edna 's stimulation.

I did not hesitate to pursue the path down which she appeared to beckon. "What makes you think I am preoccupied with sex?"

"Now Kenneth," Edna said, "I know, have known for decades that men like my breasts and they are always fondling them with their eyes. You do it too. Tut, yes you do. When we are talking you can't keep your eyes on my face. You're always peeking down at my big breasts."

I said, "I'm glad you brought this out into the open Edna. It could not have been easy. I admit I have come to enjoy gazing at your tits...um, your breasts and the flirty innuendo we've indulged in. I've gained a strong impression that you've been pleased with my ogling; that you've not been offended."

"You've enjoyed watching my nipples become erect like they are now, haven't you?" She brought her hands up and rested her fingers lightly on the top of each inviting mound.

"Oh, yes. Very much," I answered. Warmth spread in my groin. With difficulty I stayed my hand from reaching into my crotch to squeeze my dick. I hoped the shimmering vision I thought I could see ahead would be an oasis in the desert of my sex life.

Edna clearly had taken a decision and she hurried on now; seemingly anxious to get past her opening gambit; lest some repressed inner voice restrain her from continuing and prevent her throwing wide open the entrance to the path down which she now invited me.

"Jim loved my breasts, 'titties,' he called them," she went on. "And I loved to have him suck on my nipples. Goodness, I could actually have orgasms by the things Jim did without even putting his penis in me." 

This explicit sex talk stimulated and aroused me greatly. She briefly fondled her nipples and smiled at me with a mix of girlish demureness and mischief in her warm gaze.

My throat was suddenly dry and constricted but I managed to croak out, "I'd like to hear about that."

Edna stood up. "Kenneth let's go inside and get a drink. I've made some lemonade and you sound as though your throat is dry."

"Sure, okay," I said my mind clouded by the lust gathering in me. I followed her inside, desperate for this development to continue to unfold; anxious that I might say or do something that would burst the bubble of erotic reverie in which Edna now indulged. Would this lead to fondling those inviting mounds? Would I at last realize my fantasies of touching flesh on flesh?

Edna poured us each a glass of lemonade over ice. I gratefully gulped half of mine down. We went to the sunroom. Edna sat on the sofa and I pulled the foot stool over and sat in front of her.

"Where was I, Kenneth?" She smiled mischievously.

"You loved it when Jim made love to your breasts; when he sucked your nipples," I prompted.

"Well, he caressed them, of course. He ran his palms over my nipples." She demonstrated. I figuratively bit my knuckle and nodded my goofy approval. "He pulled on my nipples and twisted them; not hard, just enough to send yummy sensations zooming to my, well you know where. He used his tongue to lick and flick my nipples. That felt so good. When he licked them and then sucked me... oh that was so stimulating. Dear me, am I making you uncomfortable; so thoughtless of me?" 

"No, no, Edna, not at all. Please continue," I said anxiously. "This is very, very ... um stim .., err exciting.

"You do miss Jim don't you?" I swallowed hard and croaked out my keen insight.

"I do, yes."

"And you miss the pleasure Jim gave you?" 

"Yes, I miss that too, very much."

Taking a deep breath, I plunged on. "I can't be Jim but if you want me to, I could..., actually I'd really like to feel of your breasts, you know, play with them for a bit?" I felt sure that was exactly what she wanted to hear.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose my old lady longings on you Kenneth," Edna said, then quickly added, "But if you don't mind and you want to, well then okay. But if I want you to stop you must."

I easily agreed. I did not push my good fortune and did not ask her to take off her blouse and bra. If she wanted to do so fine; if not I hoped that would come about spontaneously. 

I put the footstool under Edna's short legs and made her comfortable. I lifted her feet and kissed the top of each one as I put them on the footstool. 

Edna sighed. "I've always liked to have my feet petted and kissed like that as well."

"We'll come back to your pretty feet," I said. 

Then I stood behind the sofa and caressed Edna's shoulders eliciting contented sighs. Slowly I moved my hands down so that my finger tips rested lightly on just the upper edge of her bra clad breasts. 

I am fortunate that post-prostatectomy I do not have any incontinence; save in one circumstance. When I am sexually aroused I do make an uncontrolled squirt or two; exuding a small amount of clear viscous fluid, not urine but a constituent of the admixture that emerges as semen in the ejaculate of an intact male.

Now as I ministered to Edna's wonderful breasts I felt myself squirting once, and then once more making a damp spot in my trousers front. Then I was able to regain control although I knew there would be some dribble of the clear substance I mentioned. 

Edna sighed contentedly as I massaged through both blouse and bra cups. But her sturdy bra sharply attenuated the tactile pleasure to be had by naked touch.

I leaned over the sofa and said; my mouth close to her ear, "Do you like this?"

"Oh, very much," she replied. One arm reached up and she caressed my cheek. "Put your hands inside my bra if you want." 

How delighted I was to hear that invitation.

"Why don't you let me unhook it for you? It will be easier to get my hands on them."

She leaned forward and unbuttoned her blouse. I bunched the tail out of the way and exposed her back. I kissed her bare flesh and smelled her scent. My hands trembled as I undid the bra hooks. Then I slipped my hands once more down her chest but this time sliding them under the cups.

I'm sitting here trying to think of a metaphor that would adequately describe the sublimity of that moment when I first caressed those glorious breasts, sliding my palms across her hard erect nipples Had I been 18 again I would have blown my load. My aging warrior valiantly tried to stiffen to attention. But regretfully he twitched and tingled although thickening and elongating a bit in his effort. 

"Oh, Kenneth darling," Edna said softly, "your hands feel so good. Do you like the way my breasts feel now that you have your hands on them at long last? I'm so old and they sag now."

I was astonished that she should think I would be other than thrilled speechless to have her luxurious tits in my hands.

"Edna the only thing I can think of that would be more wonderful than fondling your beautiful breasts would be if you let me kiss and suck on them too."

She said, "I so hoped you would want to. I would love that. Come around to the front now and take a nipple in your mouth."

If I had known the ultimate fullness of Edna's response when I made love to her breasts; had I known the remarkable sensitivity of her nipples; had I known the force of her response before it manifested itself I might have been frightened to suck and lick her as I did.

In any event I did not. Straightaway I took a large, erect nipple in my mouth; a nipple I had for years longed to taste. I kissed it. I licked it. I sucked it with an elongating hard pull.

Edna reacted with a long, shuddering sigh. 

"Ahhhh," she said, "That feels so good. Keep doing that. Nibble it gently."

I kept doing that. The nipple I was not at the moment sucking, licking and nibbling, I fondled, gently pinching, pulling and rubbing it.

Edna communicated increasing pleasure as I bent to my happy task. Her breathing quickened; she sighed, she groaned, she grunted. Her hands came to my head and pressed my face into the pillowy soft flesh. 

At least half an hour passed as I slobbered open-mouthed taking in, not just a nipple but a generous helping of that soft surrounding flesh that I now sucked hard. I worked her breasts and nipples, eagerly moving back and forth from one to the other. Edna began humping her thighs as the sensations energized an apparently direct circuit from nipples to cunt. 

"Ahhh, like thaaat, ohhhh yes, ooooh do that, suck me, suck me Kenneth. Ooooohhh, suck me hard. I am, ugh... I'm ahhh. Oh, oh, Eeeeeee."

She clutched my face fiercely to her breast and strained her hips upward, as though impaling herself on a phantom shaft, a spontaneous reaction to the orgasm that burst through her. 

She cried out. She thrashed about. Then she collapsed. I saw a growing wet stain spread in the crotch of her slacks. I pulled back and saw that her eyes had rolled up and, while open, they were unfocused. 

Momentarily it scared the shit out of me. It flashed through my mind that I had killed the old woman. I cried out "Edna! Edna! Talk to me! Edna, wake up!" 

Then I noticed her chest rising and falling as she sighed deeply and began to breathe again. Slowly her eyes focused on me and a silly grin began to spread across her face.

She glanced at her tits, wet with my saliva; then saw her wet slacks. 

"Oh you naughty, naughty man," she said smiling. "You sent me to heaven and made me wet my pants. Help me get out of these wet things."

And I did. She had a long, plump camel toe and a fat clit protruded from the apex. It still pulsed from aftershocks of her incredible orgasm. Her labia were slack and flexing as well; droplets of moisture clung to her thin pubic hair. How anxious I was to put my mouth on her cunt, my tongue in it.

But she read my mind and strongly pleaded that I not to touch her sex because it was yet too sensitive from the massive cum she had. 

I helped her clean up. We kissed and I tucked Edna in her bed for the night. 

"Good night darling Kenneth," Edna said. "I am so surprised with myself. My goodness what a wonderful orgasm you gave me. But it just pooped me out. I can hardly keep my eyes open. Come over tomorrow. When I am rested I will suck your penis. Would you like that?" 

Before I could answer the old woman was asleep. But I thought to myself that yes, yes indeed I would definitely be over to see Edna tomorrow. 

If there is interest I will write more about my further intimacy with Edna.



Edna Ch. 02



Author's Note: Kenneth has told us how he at last got his mouth on octogenarian Edna's large enchanting nipples. He discovered that Edna's ultra-sensitive nips were on direct circuits to her pussy. When he sucked them he energized the circuits so superbly that Edna came wildly, swooned and peed on herself. Just before slipping into satiated slumber Edna asked Kenneth if he would like it were she to suck his penis. Taking up his story beginning the following day, Kenneth continues his fond recollections of what happened long ago.

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I awoke the next morning with the feel and texture of Edna's nipples so vivid in memory that it almost seemed I could still taste them in my mouth. What an incredibly moving sexual exploit we had achieved. Although Edna had been the one to gain release in her massive orgasm, it was I who had been the mad organist bringing her body to reverberating crescendo. I could not help preening inside. I basked in the emotional sunshine of my prowess as a lover, notwithstanding my physical limitations.

Even more, I was full of anticipatory excitement that had my cock leaking, twitching and sensitive. Edna had implied she would suck my cock! From sexually parched for years, I felt as though I was about to be, dans un cave où y a du bon vin . . . I would, I hoped, drink my fill of the sexual fulfillment to be quaffed in the warm, welcoming caverns of Edna. 

But the gods of carnality toyed with me that day. Edna's son and two daughters arrived at her house just after she gave me the bad news at one of our mailbox rendezvous. They did not depart until well into the evening having prepared dinner too, it turned out. There would be no taking of my sad penis in her warm juicy mouth that day.

At our brief mailbox meeting Edna chuckled when my face crumbled at the ruination of my excited expectation. 

"Oh goodness Kenneth," she said with a slight smile, "Don't look so downcast. You'll enjoy me even more for waiting." 

I went home and pouted. I did manage, barely, to keep from relieving myself. But I needed almost heroic restraint because I could not shake the vision of Edna's bountiful breasts and her pulsating pussy. My un-fellated cock shrank and sulked.

Our fortunes (my penis and I) fared far better the next day.

Edna called mid-morning. She seemed to intuit my emotional state. "Are you sulking you naughty boy? I've made some sandwiches for lunch and one of them is for you. I don't want to eat alone. Come over and we'll have our lunch. Then we'll have dessert."

My glum mood brightened at Edna's allusive "dessert" remark; a double entendre made manifest by her coyly innocent sound in the call and sealed in the bargain by later events that came to a surprising but nevertheless luscious culmination. 

After lunch Edna said she had a favor to ask of me. 

"Will you massage my feet, Kenneth? Jim used to give the best foot massages and I miss them. You don't mind do you? I think you like my feet."

What the heck, I thought. Aren't we going to have "dessert" as she'd said? Although we'd been intimate two days before when she gave her breasts to me, I remained reluctant to be assertive. The last thing I wanted to do was anything to make her withdraw from the intimacy we had established. So, I'd give Edna a foot massage, or rub, or whatever as requested, as best I could and we would see what developed.

As I noted earlier Edna did have beautiful feet. The first time I really noticed Edna's feet was some years earlier. She had come to my front door; I cannot remember what reason she had; I think it was a pretext to show off her new pedicure. I do remember that I was smitten as I drank in the sight of her lovely sandaled feet.

I told Edna then, that I thought she had the prettiest feet. I think she realized my reaction was more than esthetic; that I was sexually stimulated.

Feet are like faces. There are plain faces, pretty faces and beautiful faces. Sadly there are also ugly faces. So it is with feet. There are plain feet, pretty feet and beautiful feet. Sadly there are also horribly beat-with-an-ugly-stick feet, gnarly toes, calluses, flaking dried skin and fallen arches.

But Edna's feet were those of a foot model. Delicate pink in color with toes perfectly aligned like candy stripers waiting in formation to be inspected; nails in glowing red polish. Her feet were dainty, but neither too big nor too small and nicely arched. They proved warm to the touch; the skin soft and unblemished. 

You may imagine my mixed emotions then, as we settled ourselves on the sunroom sofa (that place of happy recent memory). On the one hand I was a bit off-put by the potentially dwindling prospects of having my cock sucked. But on the other, Edna now offered me the prospect of untrammeled access to caress, fondle and gently rub her enticing feet. Never mind that I also had all intentions of kissing and licking them and sucking on those mouthwatering pinkies.

Edna slipped off her sandals. "Scoot around so that you are facing me," she instructed. I did so and I helped her put her legs up so that her feet were in my lap. Yes indeed, as you are thinking, she rested them directly on my cock. Need I say what a welcome development that was?

"Is that comfortable for you, Kenneth?" she asked. Again with the coy smile; she wriggled her feet about so that there quickly was no further dissimilitude; we both knew exactly where she had her feet.

Idly I stroked them and said, "Edna, you said the other evening that you liked having your feet petted and kissed. Did Jim do that?"

She laughed softly, "Oh you are something, Kenneth, my sweet naughty boy. You like me to talk about what Jim and I did to each other, don't you?"

That was so true. I asked Edna the question precisely because listening to her reminiscences gave me a vicarious thrill. Moreover, she obviously enjoyed remembering. If I occupied a surrogate role who was I to mind?

So as Edna told what Jim used to do to her feet, playing my role I did that to them. If she said he kissed her toes, I bussed them with soft wet kisses. If she said he kissed the tops of her feet, I took each comely foot in turn and raised it to my lips. If she said he licked the arches of her feet, I dabbed my darting tongue repeatedly on each arch before sealing my homage with warm long laps of those exquisite arches. If she said he sucked her pretty toes, I took each in turn into my mouth and laved it all around with noisy slurps of my tongue.

Edna's foot that I was not at the moment busy kissing and licking, she had in my crotch; unabashedly she rubbed my leaking member, now splendidly stimulated and oozing into my underwear. 

My labial and lingual devotions to her feet began to tell on Edna and set her oohing and sighing with increasing pleasure. Her magnificent nipples had become hard erect and she took to rubbing her breasts and squirmed about as she dug her toes into my crotch.

Then, quite suddenly she stopped and at her demand I helped her sit up. Her face and chest were flushed. I was momentarily dismayed, fearing that she was calling a halt to our exciting play.

But I broke into a foolish grin when she said, "Let's go to my bedroom and get out of our clothes and on my bed, you naughty boy. Jim loved to rub my feet with his penis. I hope you will too."

When I saw her bed my cock, not erect, nevertheless surged and dripped with anticipation. The covers were folded back and there were two large absorbent pads in place. I understood when I took this in that Edna had purposefully orchestrated our assignation according to her agenda. There was no reason that I should be offended. If Edna steered our sex fun in a calculated way I was quite content to go along since it so aroused me.

"Unbutton my blouse, naughty boy," Edna instructed. My hands shook so (did I mention that M. Nature has "gifted" me with Parkinson's disease?) I fumbled with the buttons. 

"Oh you are excited, aren't you Kenneth? Here let me do it." She shed the blouse and I gawked like a youngster at her breasts when she let them spill out of her bra. 

Sitting on the bed, she said, "You pull off my slacks." I did so but she carefully made sure her soft, flesh-toned granny panties remained in place, disappointing me but just a bit.

She told me to take off all my clothes but I was already half out of everything and her instruction was extraneous. I quickly stood before her naked and she gently took me in hand

"Such a handsome fellow," she said. "I know I said I would suck it for you if you'd like that and I will. But I did so enjoy your kissing and licking my feet. If you want we can continue and I will rub your penis with my feet."

I was so aroused at that point that I squirted a bit on my dear Edna's breasts and belly. Red-faced, I apologized. But Edna chuckled and said, "I think that was a vote for some more foot play, wasn't it you naughty boy?"

She had a large pump bottle of lubricant on a nightstand. She lay back, swinging her feet onto the bed, her head propped up on pillows. "Take the lubricant and squirt plenty on my feet."

I knelt at her feet and did as she instructed. Then I gripped my cock and rubbed it on the sole of her lubricant coated foot. It was slick, soft and warm. It felt so good. She put her other foot by my face and said, "Lick the arch and suck my toes Kenneth. You do it just like Jim did. Ooh it feels so good," she gasped, then made more sounds that a woman makes when she is reveling in the pleasure of her flesh.

I had not thought of myself as a foot fetishist. My late wife and I had never even thought about such behavior. But now I knelt with my penis against one of Edna's feet pushing and rubbing it around. Edna was not still. She pushed back; sliding her foot about in my crotch, pressing her toes, the sole and the top of her foot against my scrotum and penis. I eagerly kissed, licked and sloppily sucked the other as I held it up to my mouth. I only wish I had words to adequately describe the richly erotic feel of it. What a remarkable new experience.

Our bizarre play infused Edna with growing lust that she communicated with gasps, with groans and with throaty noises. "Ooh Kenneth, you naughty horny boy," she panted, "You do make me feel soooo sexy. Look what I am doing, do you like it?"

I hope you are gaining some sense of how incredibly enticing Edna was to me. You will recall I noted earlier than she kept her granny panties on when I pulled off her slacks. What she did then, what she drew my lust sodden gaze to see was her crotch. She had pulled the gusset of her panties to one side and exposed her meaty cunt. She rubbed herself with a blur of fingers.

"Thissss, ahhhh, is, oooooh, for, EEEIE, YOOOOOO," she cried out and squirted a remarkable spurt of juice that splattered onto the incontinence pad she had placed earlier. She shuddered and shook, thrashing her head from side to side and making incoherent guttural noises.

I was equally stunned and thrilled by the intensity of Edna's latest orgasm. She did not swoon as my tit sucking had led her to, two nights earlier, but it took some minutes for her breathing to calm. 

"Oh my, how wonderful that was," she said. "Now, will you be a dear and bring me a glass of water?" 

When I returned with the water she said with a smile, "Come and kneel up by my face, you naughty man. I told you I would suck your penis, didn't I?

As I crawled up the bed she laughed, "Oh Kenneth, I so wish you could see yourself. That is just the silliest grin I have ever seen."



Edna Diexler



Note: Met Edna and Les Diexler in the gobsmacked series. Edna was the retired principal and Les was the semi retired accountant. Live on the same street as Jack Hanson. Edna was right at 60, with healthy weight but tits that awed all. This is their adventure story.

*

"That was a wild night" said Les, relaying to Edna his feelings about the wild night at the Hanson's where Edna and Les finally went beyond their exhibitionist and voyeuristic ways and went further than ever before. "Honey, asked Les, what made you finally want to fuck another man."

Edna looked at Les and replied, "When Jack started licking and sucking my tits, I couldn't control my pussy from juice flow. I just had to get plowed."

And did I ever, she murmured under her breath. Thinking back to that night, Edna's pussy started to flow again as she recalled the constant fucking she took after she finally gave in. She gave in to her desire and was in constant action that night. Being in the doggy position, she would have 2 men sucking and licking her tits, while another would fuck her from the rear. There was a constant rotation, as the man fucking would unload in her, and then be replaced by a sucker.

Her tits, those 50H mammoths, would never be unoccupied, for as she was in the doggy position her tits would hang down to the ground, where they would be lifted and suckled by all the men. She never felt so much desire and horniness from herself or others and was constantly aroused. This was something she wanted to continue to explore and wanted Les to be part of. She remembered how he, like her, just masturbated at these gatherings, but on seeing her inhibitions leave, Les also availed himself, having fucked both mom and daughter, Allie and Molly. Les also played when he could with Tonya.

"Hey honey Les said, getting Edna back to reality, how bout we head up to Oklahoma tomorrow in the Winnebago, and play a little at the WinStar."

He was referring to the casino just over the Red River border. Edna readily agreed it had been ages since they took a road trip and went gambling.

We headed north on I35 to Oklahoma just before noon. We loved the small RV because we didn't enjoy hotels that much, plus it gave us a lot of flexibility on travel. The RV was the smallest that Winnebago builds and really was only comfortable for two.

We had decided before hand to stop at a RV park we were familiar with in Gainesville for the night and to get into Oklahoma early.

Leaving San Antonio in the rear view mirror, it was time for Edna to play. Her love was to be an exhibitionist and flash traffic. Just past Selma on the interstate, Edna removed one breast from her sundress and pressed it against the passenger window. While passing a truck on the right, she was in clear sight of the driver, who responded with a blow from his horn and a hand out of his window with a hook em horns wave. Edna moved her massive breast away and began to lick her own nipple, which caused me to watch her more than the road. She then pushed down the whole top of her sundress and displayed both her sisters at the same time.

We started talking about the other night again at the Hanson party.

"Hon, I just can't get over your wild behavior the other night. Usually you are so reserved, we do our thing and leave."

"Les, Edna answered, you know I have always been self conscience of my squirting, but when Jack put his face in my puss to suck it dry, I just knew it was all in my head. I think men love that in a woman now."

"Edna, I replied, I have told you that for years, but I'm so glad you feel that way now. Do you think we'll play up at the casino?" Honey, I want to play before then, Edna chided.

We were in the process of passing a couple SUV's and Edna placed her hands under both breasts and jiggled them up and down to draw attention to her. Again we got a horn toot as confirmation she was noticed and approved. In fact one vehicle sped up to catch another glimpse.

Just short of Buda, I exited to a surprised looking Edna. I pulled the RV over to feeder road and drove into a little clearing and shut the engine off. Edna still looked a little bewildered. I left the driver seat and made my way to the back grabbing Edna's hand as I went. I folded down the bed into a double and lay on my back taking Edna with me. Her tits slapped my chin and face on the way down

. Now she had a light register, and took her sundress off, revealing her red haired cunt. I opened my pants, fished the boner out and had Edna mount me. Bouncing on top of me it took all I had to keep those jugs from beating me to death. Edna's pussy was also very fluid and flowing down onto my dick.

We fucked for what seemed like a long time, I'm sure the RV looked like a lot of rock and rolling was taking place. Edna had her orgasm first, shortly followed by mine. We tided up a bit, dressed and started driving again.

We stopped in Buda for a quick lunch at Rudy's barbeque and got back on the interstate. Edna continued with her flashing off and on up thru Austin, Temple and Waco. We pulled in Dave's RV Park a little after dark and started the process of getting a little cleaned up and heading out for a cocktail and a bite.

We like this RV Park because within 100 yards of the entrance is a small bar/grill which has live music, it allows us to walk instead of re parking the RV. Edna put on a white blouse and black skirt and nothing else. Her tits were clearly braless and the skirt had no panty lines. Music from the band tonight must be good since the place was packed. When we entered we had to walk sideways thru the crowd. I headed to the bar to get some wine; Edna was scanning the place for a couple of seats or at least a table to stand by.

A young man passed by with several steins of beer held overhead, trying to navigate his way thru the masses. Someone bumped him and one of the steins splashed beer out, and you might have guessed it, hit Edna right in the chest on her white blouse. The shock and cold made her yelp but what it did to her blouse was the show stopper. Most of the guys in the vicinity stopped and stared because Edna's knockers were now clearly visible, better than a wet T shirt. The guy who spilt the beer was very apologetic even though we knew it was not his fault. A waitress passed Edna a towel and she dabbed and covered her blouse as best she could.

The young man introduced himself as Brian, apologized again and said the least he could do was buy us drinks and offer us a place at his table with his friends. We agreed and followed him to the back of the bar where he introduced us to three male friends and a female. They were all fairly recent college graduates and had applied to the same firm in Ft Worth and they were attending their corporate orientation training.

The woman identified herself as Jenny; she was 25 and had just completed her masters at Ohio St. She had taken the company's offer and was going to enter their marketing program. Brian and the other 2 were also MBA's, also mid to late 20's and were with the same firm. One was trying for the finance dept and would relocate to Denver. Brian and the other one wished to remain in Ft Worth.

Conversation was brisk when they found out that Edna used to be a principal, but when she moved the towel and exposed her still wet blouse, conversation stopped and staring was the order of the day. I don't think these guys had ever seen a set of tits like Edna's.

Even Jenny at about 5'5" and 125 pounds or so took notice. I took notice of Jenny in return. She had short black hair cascading to touch her shoulders, her breasts were probably 34C and her bottom looked lean and mean. She had played volleyball in college and also was on the swim team. Brian was the tallest of the men, about 6'3" and athletic looking. The other two were pretty average in weight and stature.

We had several rounds of drinks and the place remained packed, at least while the band was playing. When the band did stop, the bar starting thinning out some. Edna and I were able to order some finger food so we wouldn't be too tipsy from our wine. Conversation with this group of young people was great and the boys started to flirt with Edna. Her blouse slowly dried out but the outline of her aureoles and nipples was still very noticeable.

There were some guys playing pool that were quite rowdy as well as very loud, so the suggestion was made that we go elsewhere. Our RV was too small to host this group. When I said we had parked the RV for the night, Brian said that he would bring us back to the park, no problem. Jenny suggested we go back to their hotel as they had wine and beer stored up. We all agreed.

Piling into their mini van, Edna was in the middle row flanked by the other two guys. Brian was driving and I was in the passenger seat; Jenny was alone on the third row.

It was about a 20 minute drive to their hotel; the guys with Edna were constantly moving in their seats; it looked like an effort to touch and make body contact with Edna. Edna was still and kept her hands in her lap but glanced side to side to the boys frequently.

After we arrived at the hotel; walking thru the lobby we received stares from the registration desk and some of the other guests milling around. One might think it was from the diversity of our group 4 men 2 women or the age differences; but more than likely is was that Edna's white blouse had dried to an off yellow and still highlighted her tits and nipples.

Riding the elevator to the room, Brian commented on the lobby stares and we all laughed. Getting off on their floor, Edna and the guys stopped at one of the rooms and entered (the guys had adjoining rooms we found out) while I followed Jenny down the hall to her room to retrieve the wine since she had it.

Once inside Jenny's room she found the wine and asked which ones, red or white we should take back to the guy's room. I told her it didn't matter. Jenny then asked me if I thought that Edna would let the boys fuck her. I responded with I would be surprised if she didn't. Jenny then walked up to me and asked if I would fuck her. "Without hesitation" was the answer. For that I got a sensual kiss and an ass grope. We grabbed the wine and headed back down the hall.

The door was left closed with the bolt thrown so we could enter without help. Not surprised at all, I found Edna sitting on the bedside, tits out, sucking on Brian and fisting one of the other guys. Both guys were mauling her huge hangers, Brian pinching and trying to elongate her already long nipple. The other guy came out from the adjoining room carrying several beers and stood and watched the action with his mouth open in a wow expression. Meanwhile Jenny stood next to me and held me firmly by the arm as we watched.

Brian had now pulled his cock from Edna's lips and raised her skirt so he could play with her pussy. When his fingers touched her clit, Edna jumped slightly and moaned, just before the other guy slipped his cock into her mouth. The guy with the beers had put them down and was busy lifting and sucking a tit. Brian had three then four fingers in Edna's snatch and commented that she was getting wet. Boy what he didn't know yet.

Edna started to gyrate and grind her hot and eager pussy on Brian's knuckles. Wet and sloshing sounds were the loudest things heard in the room as Edna started to flow and begin to squirt. The guys started oh my god and holy shit comments and Jenny was calling for Edna to drown everyone. The sexual tension and energy was at a fever pitch.

Brian removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock and began to fuck Edna hard and deeply. Edna was returning his thrusts with the same passion and force she was savoring.

Everyone was just staring but Jenny was also squirming against me. I slid my arm off hers and placed my hand on her firm ass and was rewarded with her pushing back. She grabbed me by the back of the neck and guided my head to hers and gave me a searing hot kiss with plenty of hot breath. Still clutching her by the ass I guided her to the next bed and started to peel off her clothes. She reciprocated by unbuttoning my shirt and slacks. All the while we were still in a deep lip lock.

On the other bed the action had intensified. Brian had stopped fucking Edna's snatch and was instead feasting on it, savoring the hot and steady flow of juices. The other two guys were busy slapping their rock hard cocks on Edna's giant whoppers. They alternated by getting some licks in from Edna's hungry mouth. Edna was supercharged now, panting, moaning and grunting out the word fuck in between. 

Jenny and I were now naked on the other bed, engaged in a blistering 69. Her bald cunt was very tasty and quite wet from viewing all the excitement. Her enthusiasm for eating my cock was appreciated. I had to look up from my pleasure when a new sound came from the next bed.

Edna was now wailing "o my God" as she had impaled herself on Brian who lay on his back, and one of the other guys had entered her ass. The wailing stopped when her mouth also received a cock and she was airtight. Both Jenny and I looked on as Edna was engorged on cock. The sounds of sex from their bodies ricochet off the walls and intensified the senses as we watched my wife getting the fucking of her life. If only her former students and teachers could see her now. Gone was the prim and professional principal who guided their young minds. A wild and kinky mature sex demon had taken her place. Her former fear of squirting was gone; lost in this frantic thing called fucking.

But I did not forget my own pleasure. The sights and sounds around me as well as the delectable Jenny beneath me, had me raring to go. We got in the missionary position, her calves on my shoulders as I entered her. Jenny was very tight and I felt the air leave her lungs as I extended my entire length into her pussy. I wanted this to last so we had a slow and steady rhythm going which pleased her as her mouth remained open with no sound being omitted. 

There was no calmness on the other bed. Hot wet and wild was the order. Frenzy of fucking as the guys rotated around fucking my wife's pussy, mouth, ass and tits. When Brian tit fucked Edna, his rather impressive member just disappeared in her valley of flesh. A small eruption of white was only visible that her breasts had coaxed a load.

After twice fucking Jenny, and the boys doing their duty non stop with Edna, after several hours, the energy level and strength to continue tapered down. It was decided we would head back to the RV Park and call it a night. I walked Jenny back to her room, got another kiss and her business card. She wanted to stay in touch. Wonderful news for an old man to hear I assure you.

Returning to the boys' room, Brian had thrown some clothes on for he was driving us back; the other two guys were sprawled on the bed, exhausted but with huge grins. Edna was in the shower just rinsing off before she got dressed.

When we got to the vehicle, Brian tossed me the keys and asked if I minded driving. No I didn't but I did marvel at his dexterity as he climbed into the van after lying both the second and third seats down. He lay down with his head toward the front and asked Edna to climb on top. We drove off with me looking directly at Edna's face in the rear view mirror.

With Edna straddling Brian, he opened her braless blouse and lifted her skirt. He impaled himself in her pussy and the show began. I'm driving while Edna's face is being jolted forward toward me and her tits are banging the back of the driver and the passenger seat. Where this new level of energy came from was beyond reason. They fucked like this for the entire ride back to the RV Park. The very few cars on the road that late at night were probably thinking the shocks on that van were kaput as I drove trying to watch as well as hold steady.

About 30 seconds after pulling in next to our RV, Brian came in Edna once again. As she slid out of the van, she turned and cleaned his deflated cock with her tongue. I was exhausted just witnessing all this. Brian replaced me as driver, gave another grope of Edna titties and a sweet kiss on the cheek. He also slipped her his business card between her cleavage.

Once inside the RV we dropped on the bed and literally passed out. By mid morning we had recovered enough to have a quick fuck session, check out and head up to the Oklahoma state line and the casino.

We spent two nights at the casino, only eventful in that I won my $100 and quit on blackjack and Edna played and played her video poker and lost. We talked at night about going out again, but the night at the RV Park still had Edna a little sore and not horny.

As we were pulling out of the parking lot at the WinStar, I asked Edna if she wanted to make a detour on our way home.

"What kind of detour, Les" she inquired. 

"I thought we would go visit Diane" I replied.

Edna got that excited look and clapped once. "That would be great!" she remarked.

Diane was our sister, married to my deceased brother Frank. She lived in Muenster in North Texas on a little ranch she had with my brother. They were childless like us and my brother had passed about 3 years ago from colon cancer. We had always been close with Frank and Diane, even to the point of us being nudists together. Their place had a beautiful lake behind their house and was very private. Even though we were all nudists, we had never played together, even though the feelings were present, at least on Frank and my part. Diane was in her late fifties with salt and pepper hair, a flat ass, broad shoulders which supported a 40+ breast line. She was about the same height and weight as Edna. She has a wicked sense of humor and will tell the bluest jokes you will ever hear.

Edna wanted to know what gave me the idea for the visit.

"Edna, we haven't seen Diane in about 2 years, or shortly after Frank died I answered. Since we are this far north, she'd kill us if we didn't stop by."

Edna concurred.

It took us a few hours till we got to the cutoff from the state highway we were on. Turning on to Diane's gravel road leading to her house brought back memories of my brother Frank and the good times we had here. Soon we saw the ranch house up ahead and were glad that her truck was in front. We hadn't bothered to call since we wanted to surprise her. Upon hearing our RV chugging up the drive, Diane came out and began smiling and waving at us, she was happy. We stopped drivng and shutoff the RV and got a good look at Diane. She had colored her hair, gone was the salt it was all black now and long down her back. Her titties were still high on her chest but it did look like she had lost some weight since we last saw each other.

There was a lot of hoop and holler in when we greeted Diane and she felt great in my arms and I just had to soft slap her ass. It was funny when Edna and Diane hugged, their arms were almost too short to get around each other as their tits mashed together. We shared some more pleasantries and then went into the house.

Edna asked Diane if we had come at a bad time; Diane said she was just going to sit down with Bob and have an iced tea.

"You have a man here?" Edna asked.

"No silly, Bob is my boyfriend on batteries" Diane answered back

Both Edna and I started to laugh before Diane pulled out a purple monster that could have been the arm of a mannequin.

"Holy mackerel, I muttered, that thing could kill you." 

"On the contrary, with a smirk Diane retorted, it's the greatest thing yet."

Diane proceeded to fold that monstrosity in half and show that a DP was possible. Edna asked if Diane still was a nudist in an effort to change the subject from the purple people eater.

"Yes of course I am, professed Diane, how about you two?"

Edna to my amazement began telling her all the new stuff we had been doing starting with the neighbor's parties as well as the other night at the Hanson's. She didn't even leave out the trip up to now. I was certainly surprised that Edna would speak so much about it, but I didn't think Diane would be too shocked since we all had a nudist background.




Edna Diexler



As expected Diane didn't appear too shocked but she did blurt out "you dirty people! albeit with a smile on her face. You know, she continued, Frank and I would have played if we knew. Frank always wanted to maul you Edna, and every time you visited and left he was super horny for weeks, I couldn't keep his cock out of me"

Talk about music to my ears. I always wanted to fuck Diane since we started being nudists. She had the blackest most hairy bush that went from just below her belly button down her upper thigh. Never seeing her cunt lips was the biggest turn on for me.

Diane took the purple dildo in her lap and handed it to Edna.

"Girl, Diane said referring to Edna, keep this wet, I'm going to use something that can lick back"

Diane grabbed my hands and lifted me up and she embraced me while going for my zipper. After fishing my woody out she proceeded to lick and suck on it. I in turn lifted her back up and removed her jeans, delighted to find she went commando and more excited to see that she had shaved her pussy with the hair now forming a small triangle above her labia.

We got in a reverse 69 and I got to get a microscopic view of my sisters pussy lips. They were nothing short of outstanding, thin but pronounced and very inviting. I started tasting and was rewarded by sweet nectar flowing out. I could feel Diane bear down on my rod and she inhaled and was jacking and sucking hard. Every once in while she would disengage from my cock to take a breath and she would air out expletives. Oh fuck, suck my puss, lick my ass and on and on. I told you she had a blue streak. 

So that began our day and a half visit with Diane. We had two and threesomes, Edna explored the purple monster, even giving herself a DP. The highlight for me was when Edna and Diane would be on either side of me and suffocate my head and face in the Himalayas of tits. Considering a 50H and a 42DD encompassing your face, I should have had an oxygen mask on. We convinced Diane to drive down to San Antonio with us; we would tow her little pickup truck behind the RV.

We had just locked Diane's place up and headed for the RV when I gave the keys to a startled looking Edna.

"Payback is sweet" I chided.

I took Diane in the back with me; laid out our table and laid down, head toward the driver side. With Edna now looking in the rear view mirror, I had Diane mount me and expose those jugs of hers to the open air. I gave Edna the same show she gave me with Brian in the van that night in Gainesville. 

We were well down the road when I splashed my load deep into Diane's pussy farting cunt. Needless to say Edna needed her turn before we got home that night.

After pulling into our driveway, I saw the lights on at Jack Hanson's house and thought about his love of Edna's tits. Man he may go ape over the double doses if Diane wants to play. We'll have to go over tomorrow and say hello. I just may become his new best friend. 



Edna Mayfield



Part I

28 August

The Mayfield house fit into the stylish neighborhood like an old worn shoe; comfortable, practical, and certainly not out of step with it's surroundings. Yes, dark grey paint was peeling under the eaves, the sidewalk by the street had buckled in spots - old maple trees had sent strong roots shooting under the walk across the ornate lawn toward the house - and linen curtains in the windows were beginning to show their age. A light yellow Cadillac sat under the coach port off the right side of the house; an observant neighbor might have related that the car had not moved from it's spot in the shade for several weeks. If you were to stop and chat with this observant neighbor, you might have learned that Stanton Mayfield had passed away in May after a short, fierce battle with cancer, that the Mayfield daughters - Tracy and Claire - were away at college for their second and forth years respectively, and that Edna Mayfield - long considered the most beautiful woman in Springdale - now lived alone in this comfortable, practical house. Our neighbor might also have described Edna Mayfield as comfortable, practical, and certainly not out of step with her surroundings. Our informant would have, in that case, demonstrated a monumental flair for understatement.

Edna Mayfield was now the curator of the Mayfield house, caretaker of the memories that lined the cream colored walls and that stood in regimental perfection on the legions of Stickley tables that dotted the dove grey carpets. Grey cypress beams crossed white stained ceilings, while immaculately varnished mahogany doors stood sentinel to the private spaces of the departed Mayfields. Stanton Mayfield's law library and private papers were so guarded. The Mayfield girl's rooms remained ready to deploy on a moments notice, but, too, were so guarded. Plastic covers guarded the custom-made sofas and chairs that had for decades entertained the very finest members of Springdale society. What life there was remaining in the Mayfield house existed on the life-support provided by the memories that the house sheltered.

The back yard of the Mayfield estate was cris-crossed with red bricked walkways; in the spaces between the walks stood vast explosions of late-Summer annuals. A brace of magnolia trees lined the eastern boundary of the property. A wrought-iron fence adorned with geometric designs the color of weathered copper defined the boundaries of the property; to the rear of the grounds, at the end of a long gravel driveway, stood a huge cypress-timbered garage, and above this vast unused space was an apartment that had been constructed to house a very select few women who attended the college located just a few blocks to the north. The apartment was comfortable, practical, and had not been occupied for years.

Edna Mayfield was in the morning of this late-summer day in the kitchen that looked out over the backyard and the pine covered mountains that stood in the distance. She was dressed in a classically elegant dark blue gabardine skirt and white cotton blouse, her legs were sheathed in the finest silk stockings, while her petite feet were adorned in navy blue high-heeled pumps. Our talkative neighbor might have described her as, well, classically elegant. 

On this morning, Edna Mayfield was kneeling over the polished slate kitchen floor wiping up coffee grounds that had fallen to the floor as she was cleaning up after her breakfast of toast, melon and coffee. She was wearing an expression of silent resignation on her still beautiful face when the telephone rang. The telephone had been busy after Stanton Mayfield's passing as friends called to console Edna, and with the girls return home for summer a steady stream of young men had called at all hours of the day, and often into the night. In the quiet of the past few days, with the girls once again off to school, the telephone had not troubled her. And so it was on the morning of this cool August day that Edna Mayfield was startled by the ring of an early morning call.

She walked to the desk that stood across from the island sink and picked up the olive-colored telephone's handset. Speaking with a warm western accent, she greeted the caller, and asked who was calling.

"Mrs Mayfield? This is Dorothy Fisher; the new Dean of Academic Affairs at the college, and I wanted to ask how you and your daughters are?" the voice said.

Puzzled why one of the College's Deans would call, she hesitated before continuing. "Why thank you for asking, Miss Fisher, the girls are fine." Edna Mayfield thought it best to take the upper hand by calling this new Dean by a lesser salutation, and deliberately omitted any mention of herself. Few men or women could play a nastier game of bridge than Edna Mayfield.

"Claire is at Stanford this year, isn't she? I haven't heard where Tracy is," continued the voice.

"Tracy has gone back to Boston, Miss Fisher," Edna Mayfield replied.

"Didn't you and Mr Mayfield meet at Stanford?" continued the voice.

Well, she wants me to know she's done her homework. I wonder how much money they want? "Why yes, we did," Edna Mayfield returned the volley.

"Mrs Mayfield, excuse me, could I call you Edna?"

"Why certainly," Edna Mayfield said pleasantly, noncommitally.

"Edna, we have a problem that we hope you can help us with. I understand you have an apartment on your property that you and your husband have in the past rented to some of our students."

"We haven't rented it in years, Miss Fisher, and I have no intention of doing so again. Aside from that very basic fact, I'm afraid it's not in very good repair. And to speak bluntly, we had a great deal of trouble with our last student and I am not prepared to tolerate that kind of behavior on my property. I had thought that my husband made that very clear to your housing department many years ago."

"Yes, I certainly understand, Mrs Mayfield, I've read all the relevant files this morning. But please bare with me for a moment. As I said, it's a bit of a situation, and I do hope you'll appreciate that I fully understand your feelings. That being said, Dr Tomlinson of the Political Science Department has taken ill, very ill, actually, and we've found it necessary to find a replacement for the Fall semester, or perhaps longer if the situation so requires. We've found a young man with impressive experience in government, and who has just completed studies for his doctorate from Georgetown. He has no family, and he just arrived in Springdale yesterday. We decided to take him on for the Fall term to evaluate him. Classes have been going on now for a week, and we have no faculty housing whatsoever available. We'd like to help him get settled and prepared to assume his duties. He's said he lives simply, and he wondered if a garage apartment was available within walking distance of the college. The Housing Department, for some reason I'm sure I'll never understand, still had your information on file, as well as a summary of events concerning your last occupant, and your husband's letters to us about the matter. We were all very reluctant to involve you in this matter, but this young man's situation is pressing, and I have to say, Mrs Mayfield, that he seems a remarkably professional and polite young man, if a bit unorthodox. I do wish you'd see him."

"Miss Fisher, I'd really like to help, but..."

"Edna, there is one other thing."

"And that would be?" Edna Mayfield replied.

"His government service. Edna, he retired from the C. I. A. not long ago. He served under your husband many years ago, when he first started with the agency."

"I see." Edna Mayfield began to tremble. Her eyes welled with tears.

"Edna, wouldn't you at least talk to him. He won't have classes until tomorrow. I could send him to your house straight away. Edna? Edna?"

Edna Mayfield's right fist was pulled up tightly to her face, she was bighting the index finger of her hand, and trying unsuccessfully to hold back the racking sobs she knew would soon overtake her. She spoke into the telephone now in ragged breathless whispers. "All right. I'll see you both here in an hour."

Edna Mayfield gently replaced the handset in it's cradle, and turned toward the door that led to the backyard, and to her sanctuary, her garden. She walked to the center of her secret space, to a sundial that sat atop a short Doric column. Under the base of the column, Stanton Mayfield's ashes lay undisturbed, a brass plaque with an inscription was set into the ground just above the buried urn. She stood for a moment in embattled silence.

"A spy," she said to herself quietly. She felt the blood flow out of her being, felt herself growing pale. "Oh-please-my-God-in-Heaven...Not another God-damned spy..."

Edna Mayfield sank to her knees for the second time that cool August morning, and hung onto the stark white column in breathless loneliness. An impossible wailing cry soon shook the comfortable, practical air of her garden. She looked to the heavens for a moment, then her eyes fell reluctantly down to the inscribed words below.

TIME WAITS FOR NO MAN

The gales of her anguish overtook her. She curled up on the ground above her husband, and felt the fury of a thousand unshed tears scream for release. It was a fury she could no longer contain.

Part II

Dorothy Fisher sat in the black leather passenger seat of a thirty-some-odd year old dark forest green Porsche 911 S Targa, her hair streaming wildly in the open air of the topless machine, and trying her very best not to look at the man in the seat next to her. A man who had shown up for his first and only pre-job interview yesterday afternoon dressed in khaki shorts and a white dress buttoned-down Polo shirt. The sleeves were even rolled-up, for God's sake! He had not worn socks under his salt-caked boat-shoes and the stainless-steel Rolex on his right wrist was spattered with dark-red paint. The man wore the same clothing this morning, yet she was sure the shirt was freshly laundered. Dorothy Fisher had guessed his age to be early 40-something, and she wasn't too far off. Looking straight ahead, she would occasionally look down quickly at the man and inwardly moan at the sight of his lean-muscled legs. She more than once caught herself wanting very much to get to know this man much better.

Dorothy Fisher gave the man directions to 43 Foxwood Lane, to Edna Mayfield's house. She felt somewhat at odds with herself, guilty at having so quickly expressed parallels between the man next to her and Stanton Mayfield. Angry at having been pulled into Edna Mayfield's one act drama, she had voided her own best counsel, and played her trump card. Desperate to find a home nearby for this man, desperate to know him better, to marry him, to bare his children... She pulled herself back to reality, not wanting to appear the adolescent fool as she guided the man to the final turn onto Foxwood Lane.

They pulled into the gated driveway at number forty-three, and slowly made their way down the rather long driveway to the house. The man stopped the car behind a yellow Cadillac sedan, admiring the grey Prairie School architecture of the sprawling house. He thought the house looked vaguely familiar. He unfastened his seatbelt and hopped out of the car, walked around the back and opened the passenger door for Dorothy Fisher. He held out his hand and helped her out, then walked off toward the front door. Dorothy Fisher walked briskly to keep up with the man's vigorous stride.

The front door was open wide, and Edna Mayfield stood just inside, her right hand outstretched and a bright smile on her face.

"Good morning. Edna Mayfield." the woman said, shaking the man's hand.

"Yes it is a beautiful day. Jordan Douglas. And this is Dorothy Fisher," the man said, moving aside.

"Mrs Mayfield. It's such an honor to finally meet you." The two women shook hands. "I'm Dorothy Fisher. I think I've read every book and article you've ever written," she gushed. Dorothy Fisher was shocked with what she saw. This woman was almost certainly in her late-60s by now, perhaps older, yet she looked at least twenty years younger. Her figure was perfect; she had such fine shapely legs she was sure that any woman - of any age - would be green with envy, and she was dressed with a timeless elegance that was both understated and - frankly - sexy. As they walked into the house, Dorothy Fisher looked about the entry hall and into the living room beyond and at once understood what it meant in purely material terms to be richer than hell.

Edna Mayfield led the two visitors through the house to the kitchen, where she offered her guests coffee. As they passed around the sugar cubes and pitcher of cream, the three continued to chat aimlessly about the weather and the coming semester's athletic schedules. Without any change in apparent emotion or cadence in her speaking, Edna Mayfield came to her decision.

"Well, Mr Douglas. Perhaps we'd better go out back so you can look over the apartment," she said, standing up. Concealing their hopeful confusion, the two academics quickly stood up and followed the woman as she made her way to the door that led out into the vast garden beyond. They stepped out into the sunshine and followed the woman through the maze of trellised walkways that led to the garage. 

Edna Mayfield unlocked the door and walked up the steps just inside the door, leading the other two up into the apartment. She flipped on a light switch at the top of the single flight of stairs and stood aside.

Jordan Douglas and Dorothy Fisher arrived at the top of the stairs and both seemed to stagger to a halt, their eye's moving about slowly, taking in the grandeur of the creation. About them was a single open space composed entirely of smoke-colored cypress wood. There was not a single expanse of sheetrock or plaster in evidence. A gently vaulted ceiling dappled with stained-glass skylights gave the air a soaring spirit; it felt almost like a cathedral but with a more human scale. The southern exposure of the room was an uninterrupted expanse of glass; beyond lay a small lake, and in the far distance a range of grey-green mountains stood mutely defining the limits of the landscape. The room was furnished sparsely with Japanese and Mission style furniture and flowed into a compact kitchen space. Behind them, translucent paper shoji screens separated the main space from the sleeping and bathing spaces. Edna Mayfield beckoned the two to make themselves at home and wander about at will, then sat down lightly in a simple cherry-wood chair looking out on the southern view. Her gaze seemed focused but detached, lost to the wonder of the space.

Jordan Douglas spoke at once. "Mrs Mayfield, this is simply an overwhelming space. It's hardly an apartment, it's more a museum. I hesitate to ask, but who was the architect?"

"Frank Lloyd Wright, Mr Douglas," Mrs Mayfield said.

The man paused, then put out his hand as if to commune with the very fabric of the creation around him. He closed his eyes, and his head listed a bit to his right. "I see," he said. "The main house is as well, I assume?" He opened his eyes and looked at Edna Mayfield, who simply gave the faintest smile and nod of assent. He looked at Edna Mayfield for a long time, and she in turn did not break away from his direct gaze.

"Well, Mr Douglas, I assume it meets with your approval. Now, could you tell me, please, is this manner of attire you've so graciously blessed us with in any way representative of your character?" said Edna Mayfield. 

Jordan Douglas walked over and sat next to Edna Mayfield. He paused and nodded his head. "Mrs Mayfield, I understand what you mean, and perhaps someday if we know one another better I might explain my appearance to you. But let's understand this, be clear about two things. First, I appreciate what you have created here, and I would be honored to live here. I would treat this space accordingly. Second. I care not a damn about the conventions of society. I wear what I choose to wear, and I will not apologize to you or to anyone for the choices that I make."

Dorothy Fisher turned to hide her surprise and dismay, and shook her head in both wonder and disapproval. Edna Mayfield continued to look directly at Jordan Douglas, her faint smile an open question that revealed nothing of the thoughts behind the facade. Presently she stood up, moved to pat Jordan Douglas on his shoulder and said "Good for you, Mr Douglas. I was given to believe that men no longer had balls." With that, Edna Mayfield strode to the stairwell and proceeded down. As she neared the bottom she called out for the two upstairs to take their time.

Edna Mayfield walked over through a gate and onto the gravel drive, then walked down toward her Cadillac. It was then that she first saw the man's dark green Porsche, and she at once came to a stop. She looked at the car for a moment, checked the license plate if for no other reason than to reassure herself, and fought back the tears that seemed a part of this day. She turned and walked quickly back toward the main house. Jordan Douglas and Dorothy Fisher came down into the sunlight in time to see Edna Mayfield step back into the main house; they walked back through the garden toward the kitchen door to catch up.

As Jordan Douglas and Dorothy Fisher neared the house, he turned and spoke to her quietly. "Perhaps I'd better talk to her alone," he said. "I'll see you back at the car in a minute." He continued on into the house, alone but for his thoughts.

He entered the kitchen to find Edna Mayfield hastily wiping tears from her face. 'Oh, God, what have I done to this woman,' he thought.

Edna Mayfield made no effort to conceal her grief any longer. She turned to the young man and said, "I'm sorry. This is a very difficult time for me."

"I understand, Mrs Mayfield. The country lost a great voice when your husband passed away."

The opaque smile returned. "Well," she began, "the place is yours if you want it."

"I hate to be so crude, but could I ask how much rent I should expect to pay, utilities and such?"

"Well, let me see, Mr Douglas," she said, acting as though she were sizing him up. "How about you take me out to dinner once a month in that green monster out there." She smiled at the surprise evident on the young man's face.

Part III

September 7th

Jordan Douglas pulled his car up to the garage, turned off the ancient cassette player and the ignition, and gathered up his books and papers to carry up to his room. As he shut the car door he heard Edna Mayfield call out "Hey there, stranger!" and wave to him. He hadn't seen her since the day he'd first met her, but had heard that she'd been off to Britain to give a talk at the Institute For Strategic Studies at Cambridge. "Well! Hey there, yourself," he called back.

"Your rents due. How 'bout tonight?"

"Sounds good. What time?"

"I'm famished. Just starved! Ready when you are"

Jordan Douglas thought about the papers to grade stacking up on his desk, the lectures to prepare, and called back "Fine, let me go wash up. Be down in five." He came back down and found Edna Mayfield standing at the rear of the Porsche.

"Is this a '73 S?," she asked.

He nodded yes, somewhat surprised by her knowledge of the model. 

"You haven't seen Stanton's cars yet, have you?" she asked.

"Nope."

"Well, c'mon then," she said excitedly. Edna Mayfield grabbed Jordan Douglas by the hand and pulled him over to the garage. She entered a code on the concealed keypad, and the lone garage door swung up.

Jordan Douglas gasped openly at the sight that drew into view. A huge wooden space, again completely of cypress, geometric stained glass windows an echo of the motifs around the estate, the massive wooden beams and low indirect light that switched on automatically as the door finished opening. A red Ferrari Daytona Spider stood at the front of the small pack of museum quality sports cars that were crowded into the garage. A cream colored Mercedes 300 SL Gullwing popped into view, a silver-blue Alpha Romeo Montreal, a Maserati here, a Lotus there. And in the very back, a dark green Porsche Targa. "I suppose that's a 73 S, huh?" he asked.




Edna Mayfield



"Yup," she replied with a bubble of laughter lurking just under the surface of her voice.

"This must be some kind of weird for you," he said.

"Took some gettin' used to, that's for sure. But I did some checkin' up on you while I was away. You'll do."

He turned to look at Edna Mayfield and smiled. "I'm glad," he said. "Honored, really."

"Well, OK. Let's do dinner," she said.

"All right. Your choice, Taco Bell or Burger King."

She laughed gayly. "You drive, I'll navigate." It was a challenge, a dare.

Across town they pulled into a curbside service drive-in hamburger stand, one of the few remaining postwar originals, she said. "Best goddamn rings west of the Rockies, too," she continued. The carhop returned a few minutes later and placed a trey heaped with burgers, onion rings, and drinks on the partially rolled up window. They talked about school, his classes, the students flirting with the professors, all the while happy as they dug into the burgers. They laughed at stupid agency tales and legends, moaned about the folly of politicians. They were relaxed with each other.

"I haven't been here in ages," Edna Mayfield said. "This place was here when Stan and I were first dating. Tastes like they haven't changed the grease in the fryer since then."

"Yeah, but the chocolate malt is good. Shoulda got one."

"Next month, ok?"

"Have to wait a month?"

"You can find your way."

"I meant with you."

"Jordan, I appreciate it, I really do, but I'm old enough to be your mother."

"I plead ulterior motives. I just wanted to be seen driving around with the prettiest girl in town."

Edna Mayfield reached over and took Jordan Douglas' hand in hers. "That's very sweet, Jordan. But I...I'm just not ...I'm too old for that kind of foolishness." Open conflict seemed to dance across Edna Mayfield's characteristically unreadable mein. 

"Told ya, Mrs Mayfield, I'm not much on conventions."

Edna Mayfield sat back in the seat and reclined it back almost as far as it would go and looked out the car into the deep blue sky above. "Such a beautiful evening," she whispered. "I miss him so much. Hated to see him reduced to such frailty. You just can't imagine."

"Yes I can, Edna," he whispered back.

She turned to him and looked at him expectantly, willing him to continue. "We were stationed in Equador, my wife and I. I was seconded as commercial attache, she worked for State. Leftist guerillas hit a diplomatic convoy headed to the airport to pick up SecState in '86, she was killed."

Edna Mayfield remembered the incident. Remembered Emily Douglas and the baby she had carried, the outrage at Headquarters. And suddenly she recalled Jordan Douglas, and his ancient grief spread over tabloids and network newscasts.

"We were so young," he said wistfully. 

'And I am so old,' echoed around the tortured memories of Edna Mayfield's past, and through the walls she had erected to keep them at bey.

They sat in silence, awash in their respective anguish. Storm clouds gathered over the distant mountains, and moved down the valley toward the city.

Part IV

October 21st

Jordan Douglas sat on the patio off the east side of his room watching the evening overtake the valley below. He was re-reading, or at least bolding trying to reread, Oswald Spengler's Decline of the West, preparing for a lecture on Social Darwinism. He had been busy with classes, and was considering the college's offer of a tenure-track position in the wake of Olin Tomlinson's recently announced retirement. Too, he had been looking after the main house, as Edna Mayfield had abruptly departed a few days after their brief evening out, gone to Norway to visit relatives, she had said. Edna Mayfield had given him the keys and the codes, hopped into a taxi, and been gone in a heartbeat.

In today's mail there had been a letter from Norway, and he had set it aside for a time when distractions would be few. He now set aside Mr Spengler's brooding tome and took up the letter he assumed was from Edna Mayfield. He carefully knifed the letter open and carefully set the envelope on the table by his side. 

He took in the handwriting on the page, its elegant, finished form awash I subtle femininity. He read Edna Mayfield's pleasantries and banal descriptions of ancient stave churches and crystal-hued waterfalls diving through autumn foliage to the ice-blue waters of deep fjords. He flipped to the next page.

The words written on this page were by someone in deep emotional conflict, the handwriting on the surface the same elegant script, but the words no longer reflecting the wanderings of a tourist. Edna Mayfield now described the wanderings of her heart through the landscapes of her husband's life and death, the triumphs and the betrayals of their careers in public service. She described the enduring love she had for her husband, for their children. She threw into the light of day Jordan's oblique reference to some form of tryst with her, and here Jordan Douglas sat up bolt upright in his chair, for she did not dismiss the idea. She mentioned her need to protect the memories of her marriage from meaningless diversions, the feelings of her children and their certain sense of betrayal should their mother carry-on a disreputable affair, and Jordan Douglas's tenuous standing in the small-town college community of Springdale. But she expressed an affection for him, indeed, a strong attraction to him. Her confidence seemed to build again as she continued, she asked him to think about her words and feelings as he would the words and feelings of a friend.

She closed by adding that she would be home in a few weeks, and to keep himself well until her return. Jordan Douglas set the letter aside and picked up the envelope and noted an early October post mark. He felt light-headed, almost giddy in his adolescent anticipation of Edna Mayfield's return, when he jumped at the sudden knocking on the door below. He flew down the stairs and opened the door to see Edna Mayfield standing before him, silhouetted by the bright lights of a taxi in the driveway.

"Jordan! I'm so glad you're home! I don't suppose you have any small change about, hum? All I have are some traveler's checques and a couple of euros." Jordan walked out to the cabbie and paid him off, picked up Edna Mayfield's bags, and carried them toward the main house.

"Oh, put them down, Jordan! I'm starved!" she said, a sudden smile flashing across her face. Jordan took out his house keys and placed the bags inside the door, and returned to the driveway. As the taxi backed down the driveway he walked back to Edna and took her right hand.

"So, how are you? What would you like to eat?" he said. Edna Mayfield stood looking at Jordan Douglas in the receding light. Her eyes bore into his with feral intensity, she took both of his hands in hers.

"I think you, Jordan Douglas," Edna Mayfield cooed. "I think I'd like to eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner." With that she led him back toward the garage, to the stairs that led to his room. She seemed to float up the stairs, leading Jordan in casual flight within the heady glow of this sudden anticipation. He looked at her as she drifted in the currents of her lust, took in the sweet elegance, the restrained sexuality. He was cast adrift by her sage colored suit over bone colored blouse, stockings, and pumps, the random twinkling of her jewelry, the scent of her Chanel. As they reached the deep golden glow of his twilit room, she flipped off the lights, and turned to face Jordan Douglas. Her hands went to this chest, to the buttons on his shirt, and she began to slowly unbutton them, one by one. She pulled at the loose end of his belt, undid the buckle, and exposed the button and fly of his pants. She twisted the button open, and ran her hand down the front of his pants, pressing down on his swelling cock. She pulled the zipper down, let the pants fall down to his ankles, and sent his boxer shorts down in quick pursuit. Still looking deeply into his eyes, she took his cock in her hand and began to pull and slowly jerk it. He took her face in his hands and slowly brought his mouth to hers, gently kissed her waiting lips.

He managed to kick his way out of the pants and boxers bunched around his legs, and he picked Edna Mayfield up and carried her to the sofa that looked out toward the mountains. He gently laid her down, kissed her face. He knelt beside her, his face now above hers, and took one of her hands in his. He spread two of her fingers and ran his tongue around and over them; with his other hand he caressed the insides of her thighs. She sucked in her breath sharply, gave a brief shiver that let him know he was headed in the right direction. As he moved up her legs, he felt the tops of her stockings, the fastenings of her garters. Drawing faint circles with his fingertips he inched his way up her legs. She spread her legs slightly as he came to the apex, and he felt warm, silky moisture spreading as he touched the glass-smooth fabric her panties. 

He pulled her around on the sofa until she faced him, and without pause pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them aside. He placed her legs over his shoulders and thrust his face deeply into her groin, his mouth and tongue directly assailing the folds of her vagina. Her back arched up savagely, then fell; there followed several deep spasms that racked her body. Edna Mayfield then grasped Jordan Douglas's face and hair and fiercely ground her sex into his mouth. She pumped his mouth, her head thrashing from side to side with total abandon. Jordan began to drill her clit with his tongue, then alternately suck and lightly bite the folds around her hood. No screams, no savage verbal assault, she simply hit her orgasm thrusting wildly into Jordan Douglas's face. Her body was wracked with deep spasms that sent her upper body flailing, her ankles crossed behind his head, pulling his face ever deeper into her folds. Her orgasm gushed forth with surprising force, filling his mouth with her cum and his saliva.

Her body continued to twitch lightly for several minutes, and gave an occasional spasm when he ran his tongue lightly over her nether folds. He disengaged slowly by kissing and nibbling the insides of her thighs, and pulled back slowly, running his tongue slowly over her stockings on his way to her knees. He sat back for a moment, and took in the total beauty of her form. He took her right leg in his hand, and began kissing his way down her leg toward her ankle. He ran his tongue over the top of her stockinged foot, raking his teeth over the bones of her foot lightly. Holding her foot inside the bone colored pump with his hand, he tongued the side of her foot, then ran his tongue into the space between the side of her shoe and the arch of her foot. He slid his tongue in and out, driving his tongue deeper into the shoe with each thrust, massaging the sole of her foot with his tongue.

The sole of Edna Mayfield's other shoe came to rest on Jordan Douglas's cock, and she began to massage his bare muscle with her shoe. The heel of her pump would occasionally slice into his sack, causing him to jump, but she relentlessly continued her jacking. He threw off the shoe he held in his hand and thrust her forefoot into his mouth, running his tongue over and around her foot in loud liquid arcs. He felt his cock harden, his breathing deepen, sweat break out on his face. Still she jerked his cock with her shoe. He lost all awareness of time and space as his orgasm built, became dimly aware that her mouth and hand had replaced her foot, and that he had found heaven on earth as his orgasm approached.

His stomach muscles contracted violently as the first spasm of his orgasm hit. He felt the first pulse stream into her mouth as the warmth of her tongue rolled over the tip of his cock, and she gave a surprised moan as the warm liquid drove forcefully into the back of her mouth. Three, four more raging streams burst forth from his cock, and he felt her struggling to swallow it all without gagging. She kept up the intense sucking motion on the tip of his cock that had taken him over the edge, and as his orgasm subsided he began to sway in the rhythm of her need. Her head kept bobbing slowly up and down, taking him down gently as she swallowed the last stringy lumps of his cum.

Jordan Douglas fell over backwards, and a laughter born of lust satisfied and joy found slipped from his mouth. She fell into the crook of his arm, looking at his face intently, willing herself not to fall in love with him right here and now. She marveled at the sweat on his chest, the smile on his face, and her ability to still feel such pleasure from a man, to still respond as a woman should respond. But she was most satisfied that she had driven this man into a state of total lust and abandon; that she had responded to his need with total unreserved passion, and that they had been driven to satisfy each other intuitively. She felt complete in a way she had not in years. She rolled her tongue through the echoes of his seed, then rested her chin on his chest, waiting for him to come back to her.

His breathing now simmering, though steady; his pulse dropping from the crystal cannonade of his orgasm, Jordan Douglas propped his head up, and looked into Edna Mayfield's eyes for an eternity. He studied her, wanted to meld into the fabric of her soul. As time and space returned to a semblance normalcy, he became aware that since entering the room they had hardly spoken a word to each other, that their need for each other had on some subliminal level been so total, so complete, that words were either inadequate or unnecessary to the situation.

"Penny for your thoughts," she said, her smile demure.

"I received your letter today, this evening. Actually, I think I was finishing it as you knocked on the door."

"Oh gawd," she moaned and laughed at the same time. "What you would have thought of me if you'd not seen..." she trailed off. She bent her head down and playfully bit his nipple. Jordan winced, then moaned as she continued biting and sucking his chest. After a moment, she broke-off and spoke again. "So, Mr Douglas, do I get my penny's worth?"

"Edna, when I read your letter I felt joy in my heart. From a purely selfish point of view."

"Selfish?" she asked.

"I think I fell in love with you again the moment I saw you, when you were standing in the door waiting for me and Dean Fisher," he started. "Of course I knew who you were the moment the housing people mentioned your name. I was reluctant to get you involved in this trivial nonsense. I couldn't imagine violating your need for privacy, being interrupted by a reminder of Stanton's past." 

She didn't blink an eye, she just continued to look at Jordan's face, the weight of loneliness falling from her spirit. "You loved him, too, didn't you?"

"Yes, I suspect I did, perhaps in the way a son loves his father. He seemed a wise soul, careful to avoid the excesses and abuses of power. I think he really believed in this country."

"Wait a minute...you fell in love with me again?"

"Edna, every red-blooded heterosexual male in Washington D.C. was in love with you. I just got with the program and fell in line with everyone else," he said through a boyish grin. 

Edna Mayfield felt herself blushing from the bottom of her feet through her face. "Oh, fooey," she said, smirking, trying to hide her face. 

"And I think I understand how you must feel about Stanton," he continued as seriousness clouded his eyes. "As I know you understand my feelings for Emily. But all I've thought about since we met, since we sat eating greasy onion rings and chili-burgers, is that life is for the living. I don't think I've thought of much else, really. And yes, though you are fifteen years older than I am, all that means to me is that time is more precious to both of us now. It's not a commodity we can take advantage of. Or waste."

"My, I'm sure getting my penny's worth tonight," Edna Mayfield said, still smiling.

"Sorry you asked?" he replied. 

Edna Mayfield took his hand in hers and kissed it, felt a tenderness well up in her soul. She rested her face on the side of his hand, looking at him, still smiling gently at him.

"So," he continued. "Situation seems pretty clear to me. I think, after would just happened here, that you may just be willing to explore your feelings for me," he said, grinning. "And I guess I just made my feelings pretty clear. My feelings are usually pretty transparent," he added.

"Oh, I must have missed this statement of your feelings somewhere along the line," Edna Mayfield said coyly. "Just what are these feelings of yours."

"Why Mrs Mayfield, I've fallen totally in love you."

"Oh, I see," she said in mock seriousness. With that, she reached down and began to comb her fingernails through Jordan's pubic hair, scratch the base of his coiled up penis. She continued to look directly into his eyes as she twirled his cock around. Soon she was stroking it up and down, with her eyes half closed in secret pleasure. Jordan's head fell back to the carpet as a deep moan slipped past his lips. Edna moved down to his cock and took it hungrily into her mouth; with her fingernails poised lightly over his balls, she began to lick his cock, to move her head up and down slowly, taking his still semi-soft cock all the way into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the head, and sucking hard as she drew her head back up the shaft. She felt his toes stretch into a deep point as his cock grew hard in her mouth. Her head began to gyrate on his cock, her fingers tickle his balls, the first pools of pre-cum forming on the head of his cock as she increased her pace.

Presently she stopped and moved up over Jordan's groin into a kneeling position; without hesitating she lowered herself over his now-raging hard-on. With her hand she guided the rock hard member into her still very moist folds, where she rubbed it around and over her burning hole. She eased it in, sat down on it tentatively, grimaced in mild discomfort, and then plunged in to the hilt. Her eyes popped open involuntarily, she gasped with shock as his size struck home, then closed her eyes and slowly began rocking back and forth. She held out her hands, and Jordan Douglas reached out with his. Their outstretched hands met in the space between them, fingertip to fingertip, held apart by dynamic tension, finger seeking finger, soul seeking soul. She suddenly intertwined her fingers in his, forming two fists in the air, and began fucking his cock with more intensity. Her eyes relaxed as she began to accommodate Jordan's cock, soon they closed as she fell into step with primordial rhythms.

Jordan could do little but watch her face with a growing sense of total love in his heart. He matched her thrusts with his, so that they moved with each other, accentuating each other's efforts. He held her hands in his, gave her leverage to grind her clit into his groin. She appeared to be in no hurry, indeed seemed to slow down as soon as she reached a certain point in the cascade that would lead to her orgasm. His eyes would linger on hers for a moment, then move down her still clothed body, taking in the perfection of her cleavage, her trim waist, the smooth white skin of her upper thighs as they flexed to engulf his cock. Her fingers tightened, her pace increased gradually and then into a furious pace as she fell into her orgasm. He felt her juices flowing out onto his cock; as in instant harmony he suddenly felt his orgasm build out of nowhere and explode into her womb. He cried out in surprise, his body began to curl as the sudden intensity of his orgasm engulfed him.

"Oh my God. Oh I love you I love you," he called. "Oh my God, my God." His body continued to shake as his orgasm began to peak and ebb. He looked up to see Edna Mayfield leaning close to his face, her hands now on either side of his head. She was still thrusting, though as in slow motion, moving fractionally up his cock millimeter by millimeter to the tip, then just as slowly back down to the base of his cock. Over and over. There was on her face a look of mischievous enjoyment. Her lips were parted, her tongue just visible as it seductively invited entry into the secret pleasures within. She held onto the slow rhythm of her dyschronic thrusts, rising slowly, falling slowly. He was amazed after a few minutes of this to feel his penis responding. The electric vibrations emanating from his cock were unmistakable.




Edna Mayfield



Edna Mayfield felt the twitching growth of his cock deep within in her belly and moaned in response to the total bliss she felt. She took Jordan's hands and placed them on her blouse, over her breasts. He began to knead them through the light fabric, but soon began to unbutton her blouse. He lifted her bra up enough to expose her small though perfectly shaped breasts. He felt his penis approach rock hard as Edna Mayfield began to yet again increase her pace. She continued to lean forward, allowing Jordan to thrust at his own pace for a while. She felt another orgasm lurking in the shadows but restrained herself, knowing it would be impossible for Jordan to be anywhere near ready yet. Her feet, one still in the bone colored pump, the other stockinged, rested aside Jordan's thighs. She dug the heel of her pump into Jordan's lower thigh as a rider would spur a horse; she felt his cock twitch and harden, the pace of his thrusts increase. She saw her other discarded shoe nearby, and reached to take it in her hand. Once again she dug her spiked foot into Jordan's calf, his pace increased still further, his breathing became ragged.

"Open your mouth," she commanded. "More, open it more,"she barked. As Jordan's mouth opened she thrust the closed toe of her other bone colored pump into his mouth. "Lick it," she commanded again, "suck it." She watched him tongue and lick the shoe, felt him squeezing the nipples of her breasts, felt his burning cock expanding exponentially, then exploding into a third orgasm. Amazed and caught off guard, she burst into a frenzy of thrusting while she reached down to rub her clit. Jordan was lost in his orgasm, but felt her need, balanced his thrusts to hers until he felt the walls of her vagina clamping down is the spasms of her orgasm. He continued to pump into her even as he subsided, helped her hold on to her orgasm for as long as possible.

Edna Mayfield then moved her vagina up over Jordan's face and sat down on his open mouth. "Suck it," she commanded once again. 'Suck it in and hold it in your mouth. Do it!" She felt him licking and sucking; she contracted her abdominal muscles and listened as he struggled with the flow of his cum as it disgorged into his mouth. "Don't swallow it," she said in a softer yet still commanding tone. She climbed off of his face, lay beside him and stroked has face gently. "Give it to me, now!" she said, kissing him full on the mouth.

His cum and her juices exploded into her mouth; her body curled and launched into yet another total orgasm. As her tongue danced with his, she felt his liquid warmth slide down her throat toward her belly. She brought the shoe in her hand up to their mouths and they both licked it, sucked on the tip and heel.

They drifted in the currents of their explorations and discoveries, each satisfied with what they had found in this new terrain. He leaned onto his side, looked into her eyes again. She turned her head to look back at him, each in their way a mirror of the other.

"So, still think you love me?" she asked. "Or did I scare you off?"

"I love you more than anything on this earth," he said. "I mean that Eddie. I have no idea what just happened to me..." He sighed. "Hell, Eddie, you just happened to me."

"Stanton called me Eddie...that was his secret name for me." When Jordan didn't say anything, she continued. "I like it that you thought of that." She was silent for a moment. "I've wanted to tell you that I love you for hours now, but I thought it would sound silly."

Jordan Douglas stroked her face, her grey-blond hair. He ran his hand down the center of her belly until she shivered, as he now knew she would. 'Life can be so sweet,' he thought, 'if you let it in.' A tear formed in his eye, then another, and another.

"What is it, my love?" Edna Mayfield asked.

"I never expected to feel this happy again, ever. I think I've been dead for some time, actually." He curled up next to her, formed his body into hers. She held him closely, took his hair to her nose and breathed in deeply. "Thank you," he said, "for my life." He fell asleep in her arms.

Part V

November 21st

Edna Mayfield waved excitedly as her youngest daughter Tracy came out of the arrivals concourse, and ran up to her, giving her a long squeeze. She remained her secret favorite; Tracy was a romantic, a poet, and very sensitive to other people's feelings. She had Edna's looks: not tall, slim but well-proportioned, and the long, flowing copper colored hair that belied her Scottish ancestry. Academically, she had been something of an enigma to her parents; rarely performing to expectation but making an almost perfect score on the SATs and ACTs. She hadn't applied to a top tier school, from an early age wanting to go to Boston College. Though she hadn't declared a major, she had maintained for many years her desire to study literature. She was dressed in typical Tracy fashion; cardigan sweater over white blouse, grey flannel skirt, knee socks and tasseled loafers. Boarding school garb. It had stuck. She was home for Thanksgiving vacation, only five days, but Claire wouldn't be home. 'Thank God,' Edna Mayfield thought to herself, 'I couldn't handle them both this time.'

'So, Mom, what's new with you," her daughter asked.

"Oh, not too much, sweetie. I've had to make appearances at a couple of seminars, some campaign appearances for Senator Daniels, but not too much else. I went to Norway in September to visit your Aunt Connie's family. And, oh, don't go wandering up into the garage apartment, we've got a boarder up there."

"Oh, really," Tracy said, now very curious. The last girl they'd had up there had been really bad news. Drugs, lesbian orgies, and her father had been suspiciously slow to stop the goings on. No one ever mentioned it, but almost everyone familiar with events suspected that Stanton Mayfield had been having a pretty good go at the girls that hung around the apartment. Only her mother's furious intervention had prevented a serious social breech and perhaps worse, a scandal in the press. "What's she like?" she asked.

"Not a she, sweetie. He's a really nice young man," Edna Mayfield said, not wanting to tread this minefield so early in Tracy's vacation.

"That's a pretty good trick for a girl's college, don't you think, mom?

"He's a replacement they brought in after Olin had his heart attack. You know, he actually worked for your father for a while at the agency," she continued.

"That's pretty wild, huh? What's he like, how old is he," she said as they made their way to Edna's Cadillac. 

"You know, sweetie, I'm not real sure. I've been away so much this Fall I just haven't had the chance to get to know him."

As Tracy Mayfield got in the car she could swear she had seen her mother blushing, and the red flags went up. There was no way that her mother wouldn't have all the C.I.A. and F.B.I files on this guy that had ever been kept. She moved on, not wanting to upset her mother, also thinking that the right kind of guy might be good medicine for her mother.

As they pulled into the driveway Tracy commented that the house looked good. Her mother pulled through the coach port and headed toward the garage. 

"Wow, mom, are you driving Dad's Porsche?"

"Hum? No, sweetie, that Jordan's."

"Jordan?" Tracy said.

"Dr Douglas, dear, Jordan Douglas. I guess he's home. Oh, I forgot, they only had classes for half a day today."

Tracy Mayfield knew all there was to know now. Her analytical mind was the natural by-product of being raised by spooks in the C.I.A. and the N.S.A. 'Ok,' she thought to herself, 'the facts so far: first name basis; knows his schedule; blushes when talking about him. This is gonna be an interesting vacation after all.'

She carried her small bag into the house while her mother went into the kitchen to work on her stuffing. She made her way quickly into her parent's bathroom and took a quick look around. Didn't take long. There around the sink, is that brown hair? Ah-ha, razor stubble residue on the shower floor. She went back to her room and pulled out her cell phone, and speed dialed a number.

"Hello Claire? It's Trace. I think you'd better come home tonight. Yeah, I know. I think its that important. Yeah, but I think something's up with Mom, there might be a boyfriend. Yeah, I know. Well, get me the flight times; call me on the Boston cell. Right. Bye."

She went back down to the kitchen. Her mother was in her apron, bonafide real kitchen warfare uniform, making homemade biscuits for her stuffing, an old family tradition. She hadn't made them the last five Thanksgivings. Bing! "Can I help out, mom?"

"I was thinking it might be nice to call Dr Douglas and invite him over for a drink. Would you mind giving him a call?"

"Can't I go over and ask him? Seems silly to call."

"I think calling's the polite thing to do, Tracy."

She called the number for the back house. "Hello, Jordan? It's Tracy Mayfield. Mom and I would love it if you'd come over for a drink. Five minutes? Fine."

Edna Mayfield's eyes were wide open. 'Jordan,' she thought of Tracy's best poker voice on the phone. 'OK. She's no fool. If she hasn't figured it out already, she will in about ten minutes.'

Jordan arrived right on schedule.

Claire called about a hour after Jordan Douglas arrived. She took her cell phone outside and caller Ided the number for confirmation and called it back. "Yeah, it's Trace. There's a boarder in the back house, a new prof at the college. Former spook, worked for Dad, apparently, once upon a time. Oh, yeah, confirmed; evidence all over her bathroom. Uh, huh. Yeah, he seems like a nice enough guy, but you never know. So. Yeah, really good looking in a beach bum sorta way. OK. Flight 481. 2315 hours. Got it. I'll come for ya."

As she walked back in she thought about how best to make an excuse to get the car keys about 10 p.m. Bet her mom would fall for it, give her time to be with her beau anyway, she thought with a smile. Easy.

As she came in she saw her mother on the telephone, heard her thanking the party on the other line, saying good night.

Her mother turned to her daughter with a wry smile on her face.

"So. I guess you'll want the car about 10? Did you write down her flight number? 481, is it?

"Fuck," Tracy said. When your mother was a retired Head of Operations for the National Security Administration, you couldn't get away with dick.

"I know," Tracy's mother said sarcastically. "Let's all go, shall we?"

Jordan Douglas looked at mother and daughter and wondered just what the hell had happened.

Claire Mayfield came out of the arrivals concourse to see a dejected Tracy standing next to her mother and a nice looking man who stood about a head taller than his mother. OK, cover blown, as her Dad would've said, time to improvise.

"Hi, Mom. Guess the surprise didn't work, huh? Trace thought it would be nice to surprise you for Thanksgiving."

Edna Mayfield hugged her oldest daughter, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Well, Claire, you know how it goes," her mother said. "Hard to keep a secret," she continued, trying her best to keep her sense of irony in check.

"And I'm Jordan Douglas," the man next to her mother said, holding out his hand.

Claire Mayfield turned and looked into the penetrating eyes of the man. She sensed little guile but great intelligence. And anyone with an IQ of 85 could see that he was head over heels in love with her mother. She gave Trace a sidelong glance and noted the "she beat us again" grin on her face, and knew it all. Oh, well. Someday. Someday. Claire Mayfield turned and walked out the terminal with her sister, her mother, and the man she instinctively knew would soon change all of their lives forever. 

She wasn't even too surprised when Edna Mayfield and Jordan Douglas held hands as they made their way to the yellow Cadillac.

Part VI

December 17th

Edna Mayfield was sitting astride Jordan Douglas's upper body, grinding her sex into his mouth. She was dressed for the occasion in black lingerie, garter belt, stockings, and shiny black patent leather pumps; the long black spikes of these shoes were digging into the skin of Jordan Douglas's chest and ribs. She had a riding crop in one hand which she used intermittently to slap the younger man's thighs and cock, and strapped around her waist was a shiny black strap-on penis. The man's hands were expertly bound together with black rope; his bound hands were stretched high above his head by another rope attached to the top of the bed's headboard.

She paused her merciless grinding and lifted her body from the man's face; he gasped for breath. "Thirsty yet, you dirty little boy?" she taunted. "Open," she commanded. "Open your slutty little mouth." She paused in concentration, then let forth a controlled stream of piss into the man's open mouth. "Don't spill a drop, bitch, or I'll hurt you," she snarled, bringing the riding crop down viciously across Jordan Douglas's cock. Jordan strained to keep his head under her stream, flinched from the impact of her lash, moaned with lust for the woman above him. Her stream abruptly ceased; she immediately slapped her moist vagina back onto his piss-damp face and resumed grinding her folds furiously into the greedy mouth below.

Edna Mayfield dropped into the cosmic bliss that had become the center of her universe since Jordan Douglas had burned so unexpectedly into her life. His training was, she thought, coming along rather well; breaking his bravado had been relatively easy for her, he was so consumed with his lust for her he simply would not - or could not - deny her anything. He was not unlike so many men, she believed. Men who - as her husband had so willingly submitted - were willing to submit to the physical beauty of the feminine, in any expression the power of the lupine woman could devise. Edna Mayfield did not think herself sadistic, merely the instrument of a wildly tornadic, magnetically syncretic force that fused two souls together through the intimate and infinite expressions of their dueling needs.

Jordan Douglas had been surprised by the hidden depths within Edna Mayfield's lustful cravings, and he had been equally surprised by his acceptance of her outrageous extremities. He had recognized and acknowledged her desperate need, and had accepted her need as his own; he viewed the extremities of her need as simply his basic duty to accept. He could think of no higher expression of his love, love which had grown with fantastic speed into a barely endurable need. With each lash of her whip, each thrust of her deepening lust, Jordan Douglas felt his soul more and more becoming the property of Edna Mayfield. Pain and submission were not cruelties to be endured, they were rather - on a very primal level - the surface contours of an infinite force that had with focused precision drawn these two souls together.

Edna Mayfield's head was arced back in orgasm, Jordan Douglas whipped his mouth into the frenzied vastness of her womb, driving his tongue from the depths of her cunt through the folds of her lips to her pulsing clit in endless breaking waves of oceanic orgasm. Her body whipped forward, she dug her fingers into his hair and curled her fingers, pulled his face deeper into her flooding release. As her torrents subsided, she drifted down Jordan's body until she sat between his legs. She took first his right ankle, then his left, and shackled them into leather cuffs that pulled his feet high above his head and left them spread painfully apart; he was now vulnerably exposed to the black rubber cock projecting from Edna Mayfield's waist. She lowered her face to his clenched asshole and began to lick it slavishly, running her tongue over the wrinkled landscape and into the silky recesses of his anus. She grabbed his cock and lifted, raised his pelvis into the air with this insult, and pushed a pillow under his buttocks. Thus perfectly exposed and vulnerable to her assault, she placed the tip of the black phallus on his anus and drove it mercilessly in with one vital thrust to the core of her need.

As he gasped at the abandon of her intrusion, she placed the tip of her riding crop on his lips. "Take it, bitch," she growled. She slapped his chin lightly with the crop. "Take it or you'll cry." She drew the cock all the way out of him - the cock popped sloppily as it slid free of his asshole - then placed it over the opening again, and drove it in with increased fury. The man gasped and groaned; the riding crop came down decisively on his left breast. In response to his flinch she withdrew the cock slowly until it popped free, then stabbed it in again, timing her thrust with the swing of her riding crop. She repeated this sequence over and over - slowly, drawing out the anticipation - for several minutes. She then dropped the crop and took his semi-erect dick in her hand and raked her fingernails over it's length, pinching the head as it twitched into life with her long ruby nails.

"Oh! He likes that, does he?" she taunted. She gripped the shaft of his cock with the tips of her nails and dug them in, releasing them abruptly, the deep indents evidence of her pressure. "Ooh, yes he does," she cooed in mocking baby-talk. As his cock pulsed to raging hardness, she slapped it viciously with her open hand, then stroked it rapidly in blinding strokes, slapped, stroked, slapped, stroked until his hips were thrusting. "Ooh, does he want to cum?" She increased her stroking to a furious pace, then - stopped. She squeezed the base of his flaming hard-on tightly as he moaned. "Does baby want to cummy-wummy? Hummm? Does baby want to beggy-weggy? Hmmmm?"

In response to his pleas she resumed driving the phallus into his ass and stroking his cock. She increased the tempo of her thrusts and jerks until she felt the tip of his cock flaming and twitching, then she - stopped. "Oooh. I'm not sure baby wants really really wants to cummy. Does baby really want to cummy?" She took off the shoe and stocking from her left leg, and pulled out a truly huge butt-plug from a bag of toys on the foot of the bed. As he writhed and pleaded, she resumed thrusting with the strap-on and jerking with her hand. As he twitched and bucked, his orgasm demanding release, her hand flew into a blindingly fast jacking motion, she withdrew from his ass and placed her mouth over his cock. "Shoot it, baby. Shoot it in my mouth." 

His buttocks clenched and rose from the bed, his belly rigid as the cum exploded up from his churning balls through the length of his cock into the waiting mouth and onto the scooping tongue of Edna Mayfield. The first pulse literally filled her mouth; she hungrily swallowed the second and the third blast that coursed onto her tongue, very little seeping from her mouth. Jordan Douglas was openly weeping in the joy of his release, quivering from the symphony of cascading emotions that wracked his body. As he writhed, still more cum streamed from his cock; this Edna Mayfield caught in the stocking she held wadded in her hand. She jerked and milked the cum into a shiny pool; then she took the wadded pool and stuffed it into Jordan's mouth, cutting off the moans that wept through his orgasm. Next, she took the toe of her pump and shoved it into the well of his mouth, forcing the cum soaked stocking deeper into his mouth. She finished her performance by returning to Jordan's up-stretched legs and taking the mammoth butt-plug, slathering Vaseline onto his asshole, and slowly inserting the plug into the steaming asshole until Jordan's eyes bugged out in surprise and shock.

With this, she walked out of the room. He heard her laughter receding down a long hallway.

Part VII

December 18th

Tracy Mayfield walked out of the arrivals concourse, her arms fully engaged carrying holiday packages and a carry-on. She looked around for her mother but saw no one. She wondered if her flight was early and went to the bank of screens listing arrivals and departures and double checked the time; No, a few minutes late, actually. She took out her cell and dialed home; she let it ring until the machine picked up then shut her phone without leaving a message. 




Edna Mayfield



Claire's flight was due to arrive in forty-five minutes, so she checked that flight's information on the arrivals screen, noted the gate information and time, and headed off in that direction. Thinking she might meet up with her mother at the waiting area outside of the other concourse, she walked through the terminal to the listed waiting area and sat down to wait the few more minutes.

Claire walked-out a little sooner than expected; Tracy was waiting and ran up to her and hugged her. "Where's mom," Claire said.

"Wasn't here when I got in. Called the house, answering machine kicked in."

"When did you last talk to her?"

"Sunday. You?" Tracy said. Claire nodded her head to indicate the same day. "Think we ought to call E.T."

Claire seemed to think a moment, in conflict. 'Go with your gut' her father had always counseled. She could see phoning E.T. and having an N.S.A. rapid response team helicoptering onto Foxwood Lane only to burst in on her mom and Jordan fast asleep after doing the deed. "No, Trace," she said, "let's get a cab. Got all your bags?"

The two girls continued to talk as they walked to the exit marked Surface Transportation, and got into the first available cab. Claire gave the cabbie the address as they settled into the slimy back seat of the creaky Chevrolet Caprice. The cabbie smiled at the prospect of a long fare and the big tip he'd get from the upper-crust girls in the back. The girls talked about Christmas memories, helping Mom out in the kitchen, and that this would be their first Christmas without Dad. They tip-toed around the subject of Jordan Douglas.

"You know, I kinda like him," Tracy said. "He's cute in a preppy sort of way. Seems like a preppy bohemian. Like, Kevin McCarthy with a paunch! Sixteen Candles times three!"

"Well, one thing's for sure," Claire replied. "I think they're wild-ass in love with each other. Mom was acting like a teenager at Thanksgiving. Jees! I didn't think women her age could still make goo-goo eyes like a junior high newbie."

"I thought they were cute!"

The girls sat in silence as the musty Chevie bobbed and swayed down the Interstate. Claire's face was lost in thought as she went over possibilities and contingencies in her mind. Tracy fidgeted, looked out the window, bit her lower lip. The taxi made the Springdale exit in good time and wound through the business district, past the college, and turned onto Foxwood Lane. As they turned in the driveway, the girls both saw the yellow Cadillac back by the garage. As the cab came to a stop, Tracy saw Jordan's Porsche on the other side of the Cadillac.

"They're both here," Tracy said.

"O.K.," Claire replied, "let's get the bags in the house. But be quiet; they're probably crashed upstairs."

"Right," Tracy said, assuming her long-held subordinate role. Claire paid the cabbie, who frowned and left in a huff. They got the bags and packages out of the grimy trunk and walked around the back the back of the house, through the barren garden, to the kitchen door.

Claire saw their mother first. "Oh Fuck!" she growled.

"What?!, What is it?" Tracy said. "Oh crap!" as she saw her mother sprawled out on the kitchen floor. "Hurry!" she shrieked as Claire fumbled with her keys.

Claire opened the door and flew to her mother's side. "She's gotta pulse! Call 911!" She felt her mother's neck and spine, then rolled her over on her back. She gulped inwardly as a huge strap-on dildo flopped in view. She heard her sister talking to the 911 operator as she felt for a carotid pulse, listened for respiratory activity. As Tracy put down the phone, she saw the outfit her mother was wearing, then the plastic cock."

"Oh, shitfuckcrap!" Tracy said.

"Yeah, that about covers it. Get the scissors out of the drawer. Get this stuff off of her before the paramedics get here. I'm going out back to see if Jordan's there." She threw the door open and dashed out back. Tracy got the scissors and began cutting away the straps holding the greasy black dick around her mother's waist. She snipped the bra straps and garter belts, stuffed the garments in a drawer. Claire came in at a run, and breathing hard said, "Not there, I'm going upstairs." Tracy heard her sister thudding up the stairs. She pulled the single stocking from her mother's leg, heard her stir. 

"Mom! Mom! Can you hear me. It's Tracy! We're both here, Mom. We gotcha! You're gonna be OK!" Her mother tried to talk but only a faint slurred sound came out, and it looked as though the right side of her face was paralyzed into a waxy mask. "You hear? Your gonna be O.K.!"

"Tracy," she heard Claire's strained voice come from upstairs. "Tracy! Bring a knife, a sharp knife, like a bread knife. Hurry!" Tracy ran to the counter top by the island sink and pulled out a couple of knives from the maple block, selected one and dashed up the stairs. She could hear an ambulance in the distance. As she neared her parent's room door, Claire stepped out and handed her sister a simple nightgown, and told her to get it on their mother before the paramedics arrived. Tracy tried to look inside the bedroom door, but Claire quickly blocked her view. "Give me the knife. Go! Get downstairs, quick!" Claire said. They both heard the ambulance turn onto the drive way, heard it wailing as it sprinted down the long gravel drive, rock crunching as it slid to a stop. Tracy got the nightgown on her mother, then ran to the front door, and casting it open, yelled "In here!"

Claire came down several minutes later, watched the paramedics as they started an IV; talked by radio to the E.R. docs. She went into her father's study and picked up the phone. She dialed, waited, then spoke into handset. "This is Simple Mango 3, Duty desk, please." As the on-watch duty officer in Maryland came on, she gave a brief run-down of the facts and listened to the instructions the officer gave her. She hung up the phone, and went back to the kitchen, and motioned Tracy to come over to her.

"You go on with Mom in the ambulance, Trace. I'll be along with Jordan in a few minutes behind you."

"You mean he's here?!" she hissed with indignant confusion. "Why didn't he..."

"Shut-up Tracy," Claire whispered. Then more gently, seeing the hurt look on her sister's face, "He couldn't, Trace, he was kinda tied up with other things."

*

Epilogue

July 7th

Edna Mayfield Douglas died almost ten years to the day after her near-fatal stroke. But not before she had fought the very high odds against her recovery; not before she had struggled to walk again, to speak again. Everyone involved credited her recovery to an extraordinary will to live, and to the total devotion of Jordan Douglas, who remained by her side through all the treatments, all the physical rehabilitation, all the anger and despair, and all of the triumphs - big and small.

A week after Edna Mayfield's hospitalization, on Christmas Day, Jordan Douglas stood between Tracy Mayfield and Claire Mayfield, and he held their hands in his. He recited the vow he had sworn he would never again repeat, he promised his love to Edna Mayfield for all eternity. Supreme Court Justice Sumner Welles Douglas, who happened to be the father of the groom, read the same vow to Edna Mayfield. When he asked Edna Mayfield if she would love Jordan Douglas through sickness and in health until death you part, she reached up feebly but with firey resolve and put her hand on Jordan's.

"Goddamn right I will," said Edna Mayfield.



Edna, Tom and Alfred



My name is Edna, Eddie for friends, the female part of a long time married couple. Let me describe my exterior. 5.10" tall, 140 lbs, rather fit but not fixated with gym. I have blond hair and azure-blue eyes. Due my height a couple of long legs prop my ample hips and a rather thick ass up. My husband says my ass is a size over my frame and this is the reason he picked me many years ago. I have an open smile too so they say I am aesthetically pleasing. Someone supposes me sexy, but I am only a natural woman well in her forties. My husband is Thomas, or Tom, fifty something, my first man at every sense. I am in love with him since I was 17yo and we are a very solid couple, with a well grown up family (a now married graduated daughter), and a happy status. This is, more or less, our position.

A few summers ago we had a great holiday at the Greek island of Kythira which is said to be Aphrodite's birthplace. A rather long off-duty period of paradise blessed by bright sun, wonderful sea and great food. 

I adore the sun. 

Two or three days under such a sunshine and I got a real golden complexion. Feeling to be easy on the eye and in shape I was happy as a girl. Tom also was relaxed and, well, very active during the night. We spent the day doing nothing else then tanning, swimming, visiting villages, eating and making love. 

On a beach near Aghia Pelagia we met a guy and we had small talks. His name was Alfred and he was from England. At 36 he was five years younger than me and actually single as he split the girlfriend off two months before. A well educated guy with a good conversation and nice manners. A very handsome guy, I must add, with curly hair, hazel eyes and sturdy built. 

He knew mythological literature and local history well inside out. This fascinated me. We spent a few hour in the beach having a great talk and saying him good-bye I proposed a drink at the marina for the three of us which Alfred gladly agreed. We met at twilight and after the drink walking through the town he suggested a stop at a traditional restaurant in which we had a great dinner. Later we reached our place for a nightcap lasting there until the wee hours and setting a visit at the Venetian Fortress in Milopotamos.

That night Alfred seemed to be really comfortable with the rather mellow couple of us and Tom also found our guest very pleasant.

The day after during the drive to Milopotamos we arranged other rendezvous and so it was that shortly soon the first chance encounter we were the closest of friends. 

Alfred joined us hiking here and there the island in search for the mysterious Aphrodite's birthplace, or sailing by the crystal clear sea on the nimble boat my husband rent. 

Dawdling at our place to spend quietly the night with a drink or two enjoying a mutual company in a faint light became also habitual. And we called those moments "conversation at midnight" like an old book of poems that I read in my teens.

Tom and I both savoured the unintentional spice that Alfred added with his presence to the good time we had on the island. 

I don't know what it is about imagining the wife with other men that excites many husbands, but this is what excites Tom mostly. During our happy marriage something very soft but recurrent from my husband was to bring at my attention his burning daydreaming arousal to watch me with another man. At the same time I blandished the idea to be a hot wife. 

For many reasons we never dared the real thing but in between of being a loving wife and a good mom, I flirted with two friends just to test the water. 

I was on control and pretty sure to have not sex with them, but at their request I gave them my number and dated them indulging to some tonguing and groping which I openly confessed to Tom. Nothing more than that. Only once I closed my hand on a guy's cock trying his stiff hardness by the open fly. As a result of those faint indiscretions of mine I received some great and engrossed marital fucks. Not bad indeed. 

Now I loved Alfred's kindness. By his polite speech I could sense to be a bit taken by those charming, if somewhat shy manners. And got rather eager thinking on him too. 

My husband belongs an insightful character and studied my behaviour. 

Being facetious Tom affirmed that Alfred could be a good boyfriend for me even when the three of us were together. Alfred acted the perfect gentleman and didn't make a pass but calling my husband's bluff I deliberated to flirt a bit with our friend. Something really mild again but very intriguing as occasional arm touching or hands holding. 

"You act really his sweetheart," commented my husband with a suggestive smile a night before to sleep. "Don't dare me, you know my story," I replied kissing him on the lips. I meant subtly my vagaries with other guys and he understood. 

"I know... and I like it," said my husband starting some serious fucking. 

I got involved in the play even more and decided to increase the flirt.

To tease Alfred and my husband at one time I drew from my bag the skimpiest of bikini I own. I bought it with my sister going on a spending spree day ("Fuck, Eddie, you look terrific, take it!" she said in the fitting room) and my husband haven't see it yet. I furtively wore it under a sober sundress getting ready for a sailing. I seated quietly while the guys did their duty on sail dropping them hints that something mysterious lay beneath. They became investigative and actively demanding but I denied to disclose my secret on the instant. "Not on the boat," I said, but hot on the heels of landing at a really remote cove with a solitary beach I gathered the sundress pulling it over my head to make a point of showing off with my back to them. 

What I had on was a bold dental floss bottom matching a small sheer top barely covering my breasts. I paraded slowly up and down the sandy beach with a slutty excitement. My ass was completely on display and my rather pendulous boobs oscillated at every move quite free from support. 

I stopped walking just in front of Alfred and Tom with an impudent smile on my lips. 

"This bikini is my secret. Do you like it, guys?" I asked. My nipples were hard as cherries.

Looking at me Alfred kept his temper but paid compliments. 

"O, Eddie, I knew you have great legs, but I haven't realized how erotic your haunches are." 

For the first time he mentioned directly my body. I appreciated the compliments.

"Thank you, Alfred, I have not found the courage to go on a home beach with a so revealing two-piece on, but now it's different, Tom is not the jealous type and I feel so good with you. I ventured to wear something next to nothing this morning," I claimed doing a complete turn on myself.

Gazing on me still with a sort of amazement my husband can't believe his eyes. Every time I told him a whim of mine he slavered and now he was like a child in a candy shop watching my blatant teasing action. 

"My sister tempted me to buy this bikini for the holiday, you know Alfred, and coming back home I want to relate her the effect I had on a younger man as you are. What a bitch! I hope you don't mind." I did a turn on my feet especially for him with a blatant tease.

In response Alfred was unusually explicit.

"O, I don't mind at all, Edna. You are so lovely and your body glistening quite bare in this inexistent bikini is absolutely admirable. Your breasts also hang here natural and sweet. And your groin, well, your groin is so smooth and inviting. Sorry, Tom, I can't help to give your wife my compliments. She is a woman with a great class!" he sentenced.

"Ah ah ah," I burst in a laughter, "I think you would say better 'with a great ass', " I giggled being a bit trashy and tapping my buttocks. 

"In that case you are right, Alfred, this little showy thing brings to the fore my thick bum. And this dental floss thong is so reduced on the front also that I had to shave my pubic hair totally smooth" I explicated with very cheeky allusions. 

The tease could stop. The effect satisfied me and my sister had something to hear at my return. 

I aired the towels and stretched on the sand inviting Tom and Alfred to lie at my sides. We enjoyed the beach getting great sun and taking plunges in the mild Greek water. The show had probably a permanent gauge on the guys too because they treated me like a Queen all the day long. 

An idea to pull my bikini off walked through my mind but I discarded the line to be totally naked as the beach went rather crowded. Laying dully on my front I only put on display my ample ass cheeks and loading the boat maybe I shiftily flashed some pussy lips. And I did it deliberately as the time I masturbated a guy to orgasm just to test the waters.

That night my husband's lovemaking reached its climax. 

He could clearly notice my exposed quim when I bent on the boat and he was proud of me. I had to blow his cock off to calm him down as soon as we arrived at our place, then we had an erotic play. He performed a prolonged massage with oil to sooth my exposed ass from bursting then he teased gently my rosebud. My husband was really excited by the naughty action I performed in the morning. He was so gentle and passionate kissing my whole body that I went of fire also and indulging his wishes I consented him to take me anally for a night to remember. 

With a so loving husband in bed and a sexy younger friend aside the holiday was really funny. Planning to tease my husband and Alfred again I exhumed the nude matter an afternoon coming back to port after a sailing. 

Having not a fucking thing to do than laying in the sun on deck I pissed around the guys asking them permission to leave my bikini top off as I felt relaxed and wanted to catch a few rays properly. I haven't yet gone topless in front of Alfred. They agreed and saying them thanks I unhooked my top flaunting my boobs until my husband moored at the pier. A good half an hour, by the way. 

Later Tom and I had a great screw in the shower. 

The morning after Tom asked me to bare my boobs for Alfred again but I denied. 

"Would you like he thinks on me as a cock tease exhibitionist slag?" I giggled with a flicker of irony in my eyes, "it had been a one off yesterday, even if I got excited exposing my boobs to you and Alf both. I didn't need to tan topless really. It was only a teasing action for you and Alfred, a little slutty action which I want to relate to my sister coming back home" I sentenced wittily slipping into a one piece sheer swimsuit. 

The following days I kept my modesty in front of our friend save a brief topless swim in the open sea with the guys on the boat. I flipped off my bikini top before to plunge and swam a few strokes stopping only some ten meters far from the boat. There I floated awash and left my bikini bottoms off. I wanted to be sure to have all the attention of Alfred and Tom for me, so I fluttered my bikini bottom with my emerged hand screaming at them, "see guys, I swim naked as Aphrodite." 

Slowly swimming on my back I came alongside. There I floated again while Alfred set the rope ladder and my husband was at rudder. I threw my bikini bottom on board and giggled being sure to expose my shaved pussy to our friend. When Alfred finished I euphemised him to look the other way. Stark naked then I went on board and acting a model for the "Aphrodite's birth" painting of Botticelli, I asked him to pass me a towel turning completely on my feet and showing him my ass. 

Inevitably the wonderful holiday ran to end. 

The evening before Alfred's departure from the island we invited him to restaurant once again then we went to our place for a farewell toast. When Alfred was by us for the usual nightcap I normally wore casual and not revealing clothes but that night was a special night and I wanted to perform a last show for Alfred and for my husband. So I put on a short white linen dress with low shoulder straps. 

An elegant dress but very loose and very revealing indeed. 

I looked at my image in the mirror feeling beautiful and a bit slutty once again. 

Except a gstring I was naked underneath and through the diaphanous dress I could see the outline of my breasts. 

Something rather naughty with their saggy shape and visible harden nipples. 

Even the darker spots of the areolas were on view. Alfred saw me totally naked on the boat for a few instants, but my dress was perfect for a little prolonged show. 

I smiled at myself foretasting a last dare and I went to the room. 

The guys seated waiting for me. 

I did a seductive turn on my bare feet in a flash of legs and ass cheeks, they whistled at me, I did another turn flashing again and standing before a lamp I mixed some drinks being sure to show my naked body on profile. 

Maintaining the nerves to act casual I poured drinks letting my boobs hanging down and swaying especially for Alfred, then I seated close to my husband on the three pieces sofa. Our guest was in front of us on a two pieces. 

Tom dimmed the light and we started to talk in the semidarkness as usual. 

I thought the show has ended but I was wrong. Something really unplanned was about to happen. 

A late summer wind blew from the sea and the night was rather cool. 

Being cold I cuddled up against my husband with my legs on the sofa asking him to warm me up for a bit; Tom embraced me and I purred thanks giving him a little peck on the cheeks. 

Time passed by slowly in the quiet night. With tenderness of tone Alfred conversed and nestling up my husband again I replied graciously. We discussed the holiday and the great time we had together promising each other to keep in touch. Tom was also concordant. He mentioned the times I teased them exposing my body for fun and he was proud to have such a sexy wife as I am. Alfred nodded and added my exhibitions were the most interesting part of the holiday. The three of us had a very relaxed and friendly laugh. My husband said the casual meeting we had with Alfred at Aghia Pelagia made a very lucky day and our friend replied he was attracted by my beauty and approached to us to know me. 

"You were just beautiful, Eddie" he said with his habitual lovely voice.

I was flattered and felt warm now.

My husband passed his hands on my legs and idly started to play with the hemline of my dress. I showed my legs again maybe, but I didn't care being his action so pleasant. 

"Tonight also you teased us with this beautiful dress, Honey" he said. I tried to minimize and replied 

"I only wanted to be pretty for Alfred before his departure ". 

"You achieved your goal" said Alfred gallantly and added "I can't avert my gaze from your legs, Eddie". 

We smiled again.

Gradually Tom raised the dress up my waist. My gstring was now on show. A small white item barely hiding my pubes but not my buttocks. I smiled and tried to draw back but Tom tapped my ass cheeks and gently restrained me from covering my hips. 

He whispered "nothing wrong, you showed even more on the beach and on the boat" and kissed my front.

"We are not on the beach or sailing," I objected.

"Your beauty deserves to be shown anywhere," said my husband kissing me again.

"I agree, you have been our Aphrodite, Eddie. Your flashes and your elegant teasing actions never be forgotten by me. Now let your husband perform a last play" said Alfred also. 

I smiled again shaking my head and whispering "you naughty boys," I relaxed completely helpless. 

That was a sort of green light. Tom lowered the shoulder straps of my dress down my boobs. 

I looked at my naked breasts remaining silent. 

My husband squeezed them and played with my nipples for a while as he had done with my legs. I felt my nipples getting hard and it was different than showing boobs on the boat. Tom continued to caress my breasts quietly talking with George.

"Do you like her breasts, Alfred? You never passed her an explicit compliment but I'm sure you have naughty thoughts on my wife" he said

"I tried to be a gentleman, but I appreciated very much her beauty and her breasts are very sexy... I adore their shape" answered Alfred

"Think my friend, Eddie affirms to have ugly breasts" added Tom

"That's true, they are saggy and hanging low" I chimed into the conversation, smiling and being coquettish

"What a nonsense, Edna," -- denied Alfred -- "your breasts are just right"

"Do you want to feel them, Alfred?" asked my husband and added "join us on the sofa." 

Suddenly I felt four hands wandering my body caressing my legs and my boobs. 

I moaned with pleasure as Alfred started to kiss my neck. We slowly kissed for a while then he passed his soft lips on my nipples and licked them. 

I can't say how and when they threw my dress off but they undressed themselves also and Alfred lowered my thong. 

I was totally naked now being kissed by my husband and another man. I spread my legs in a quiver of excitement. Tom stopped to kiss me and started to watch. 

"Lick her, it's the best way to have her hot" he said to Alfred. 

Our friend drooped his head slowly forward to eat my cunt and I was all open to him. I remained there without a move moaning and enjoying the licking. 

"Fuck her now, Alfred" said my husband. 

Our friend stopped to lick my pussy and his penis rose against me. He threw back his foreskin and his cock slipped inside very quickly. Alfred was strong having me whispering and moaning again until I came to a great shuddering orgasm. 

"Fill her, Alfred," said my husband at the end of the lay and our friend spurted his cum in my pussy. After a rest Tom penetrated me for a long awaited sloppy seconds fuck. It was Alfred turn to watch now. The last conversation at midnight had turned in something unforgettable.

We climbed on the bed then, three in a bed, but we slept only at daybreak. They had me many times.

A few hours later I woke up and looked at the light. It was a brilliant morning, about half past ten. The guys were still naked asleep and tender. My hands moved on their cocks and they opened their eyes smiling both into my face.

"Are you awake?" I said to them.

Tom smiled and kissed me good morning. Alfred also kissed my cheek then my husband jumped to his feet and left for the bathroom.

Suddenly I roused and sat up the bed.

I looked down at Alfred. He was lying watching me, stroking my breasts with his fingers, young and handsome. 

"Fancy that I am here" he said.

I took his cock in hand again seating there bare shoulders and longish breasts. He loved to make my breasts swing softly, like bells. "You are beautiful" he said.

"And you are so big" I said being allusive, but thinking he was very handsome also.

I quickly kissed his erect cock and caught the drop of moisture. He shivered a little as my mouth started the suction.

Tom came out from the bathroom and sat on the bed too. His hand hurried to my butt and reached my entrances. I stopped sucking for a moment rising up my head and Tom kissed me savouring my cock flavoured lips. We had short of time but I wanted to be taken by my men once more. Crawling on my knees towards Alfred I pounced on his body holding his stirring, erect cock. There I moved my pelvis helping it to find its way it into my inner lips. 

"Omygawd," I murmured in excitement while my husband offered his own cock to my mouth. Alfred was in a hurry now. I engulfed my husband's cock getting shaken by strong hits. Love rattles saturated the room. First came Tom in my mouth then Alfred rolled me on my back. We huddled arms in arms gazing into each other eyes as he came inside my pussy and I achieved a long shuddering orgasm.

The three of us lay there on the bed quite still for a while then Tom placed his mouth on my pussy. He pushed his tongue in deep and ate my creampie. 

My husband's daydreaming fantasy had become reality. 




Edna, Tom and Alfred



Just the time to shower and we had breakfast with coffee and yoghurt. I didn't bother to get dressed and I ate in the nude receiving any kind of coaxing from the guys which I reciprocated deep kissing them both and sucking their cocks once again.

We all burst in a laughter when my husband said "Edna, I think you have really to tell your sister something about the holiday now" and I threw a shoe behind him.

It came midday now, Alfred hour for rising. The weekly ferry to Piraeus was in commission at two o'clock and he had to go to his hotel to take the baggage. 

We said him goodbye on the quay. Tom shook his hand and I kissed his lips tenderly then he disappeared inside the ship. 

We remained three days more on the island, but it was quite empty.



Edna



"I've got to take him back to his apartment. There will be hell to pay if they catch him here. It's only his first day."

"Okay, I guess it'll be alright."

Otis went into the bedroom and a moment later came out supporting Al on his broad shoulders. 

When he got to the door, Edna said to Otis, "Could you come back and see me later tonight?"

"I think I could get back after the eleven o'clock bed check."

"I'll be waiting for you and Otis..."

"Yes."

"Stop by the kitchen and bring some butter."

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Edna's Basement



By Missy_Beauty1985and MillieTeases 

Missy_Beauty1985 had the ideas for this story. Millie Teases put the words down and incorporated the edits Missy suggested. This is their first collaboration.

Chapter 1. Missy Revealed

Missy looked out the window and watched as her Mom got into Bob's truck. He was kind of gross - when she'd let him earlier it was pretty clear that he hadn't shaved that day and his fingernails were dirty and he smelled like he'd been drinking beer. Her mom hadn't seemed to notice any of this - not that she ever did these days - and had told Missy not to wait up when she was walking out the door.

It was not like she would - it was Friday night and her Mom didn't work on weekends, so she usually didn't come home until late on Sunday - if she came home at all. The idea that she would go to church never entered her head. And she made fun of Missy every time Missy would ask her to come to church or Sunday school.

Missy had started going to church not long after they had moved to Hillsboro. Mom and Dad had divorced, and Mom decided they should move back closer to her sister. But Aunt Jane and her family had moved away only a few months after they got there, and Missy was pretty shy, so she hadn't made many friends at school. When a flyer came one day from the church that was a couple of blocks away, Missy asked her mother if she could go. Mom had, reluctantly, said yes. That was five years ago. Now Missy was a leader in the youth group, helped with the 4-year old Sunday school class, and had been the first in the church to sign the "pure until marriage" pledge.

Once Bob's car had turned the corner and driven out of site, Missy sat down at her desk. She was feeling particularly lonely and upset that night. She'd gotten the letter that day saying that Wesley Christian College had turned her down. She'd tried to have a good Christian attitude about it - after all, the letter had said that it was particularly difficult to turn down as many students as they had, and it encouraged her to apply again in a year, if she could get her grades up a little.

Well, there was always Alamance community college. As long as she lived at home she could avoid the temptations that living in a dorm would have provided. (Missy had heard terrible stories about life in public college dormitories - boys on the floor at all hours, all night parties with lots of drinking, and roommates who fornicated right in front of you.) She picked up her Bible and idly opened it up. There was always inspiration there. 

The pages had opened to Solomon - the Song of Songs. As Missy read she was vaguely uncomfortable. She knew from church and from Sunday school that this was the about the love of Christ for his church, but it was very tempting. The fourth chapter, where the woman is described as having breasts like two young roes that are twins made her stir uneasily. The fifth chapter, when the man is describe as having legs like pillars of marble, and mouth most sweet, made her squirm. She wasn't supposed to have feelings like this. How could the Bible be leading her to impure thoughts? And the seventh and eight chapters, well...

Missy abruptly put her Bible down. This was just not right. Maybe Edna could give her some advice. Edna, the woman in the chatroom who had become more of a mother to Missy over the last several months than her own mother, would know the answer to her disappointment about college, and these strange feelings she was getting.

Missy turned on her computer and went to the chatroom she usually did - one where girls her age could talk, and there were older women who kind of gave advice - I kind of wish Edna were my real Mom, Missy thought to herself.

She'd met Edna in that room, and over the months had kind of gotten to know her well. Edna seemed to always know what to say. And it turned out she lived only a few miles away in the next town. Missy hadn't told Edna where she lived yet, but tonight she just might - she really needed someone to talk to - and not just typing on the computer.

Edna came on a few minutes after Missy did, and Missy asked her to go to a private chatroom. They did, and in a few minutes Missy was pouring out her heart to her friend.

missy_beauty1985: It's just so unfair. I really wanted to go to Wesley Christian, and I've got the money and everything, and now I'll have to go to community college and live at home with Mom and her drinking and her boyfriends and it's just not fair!"

edna0u812: Can it really be that bad? I mean, can't you try really hard, and get good grades, and then transfer to Wesley Christian next year? missy_beauty1985: But I want to go now - and Mom is just too much and I just need to cry about it and have somebody understand. It's terrible hear - Mom makes fun of me, and she drinks and swears and goes out with all kinds of men - and they stay here some time and I can hear them fornicating late at night and it's just awful! I can't take it! I want to get out of here so much, but now I can't, and I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm so upset!

edna0u812: Too bad we're not together. I'd let you cry on my shoulder. And then I'd give you something nice to drink, and rub your back so you could relax, and we'd figure out what to do next.

missy_beauty1985: Oh Edna, you say all the right things. I wish you were my mom!!! 

edna0u812: Oohh me too sweetheart!!! 

Missy read this last post and her breath caught in her throat. Did she dare tell Edna that they lived just a few miles apart? Did she dare meet her in person? She felt so bad, and she could ride her bike over there in only an hour or so, and Edna could hold her while she cried, and then make everything all better. She took a deep breath and though about it for a minute. "Why not," Missy thought to herself. "Edna is nice, and her daughter will probably be there so it will be safe." She typed in the question she hoped might make things better, at least for the weekend.

missy_beauty1985: Edna, I live here in Hillsboro. Just a few miles away. Can I come see you? Will you really hold me and let me cry on your shoulder? My mom would never let me do that, and now that I'm older she just laughs at me when I go to church or get emotional or even just read my Bible. I really need you, now, in person.

Edna read this and was thrilled. Her patience was about to pay off. She could have lots of fun with this sweet, innocent little girl. Both of them could, if Missy was really the kind of girl Edna thought she was.

edna0u812: Well, ok Missy. It's a little quick, but I'm home tonight and I can tell you're hurting a lot. I live at 123 Apple Street. It's just a few blocks from First Baptist Church of Silverton. Do you know where that is?

missy_beauty1985: Oh, thank you, thank you. I do know where you're talking about. Our church youth group met with theirs just a few weeks ago. I remember seeing Apple Street from the bus and thinking what a nice name it was for the street.

edna0u812: Will it take you long to get here?

missy_beauty1985: Maybe an hour. I'll get on my bike right away and be there as soon as I can.

edna0u812: Good. I'll get ready for you.

missy_beauty1985: Oh thank you. I'll leave right now. Bye!

edna0u812: Bye!

Missy looked down at herself and decided to change quickly before she left. She quickly stripped off her t-shirt and jeans, and pulled off the old, comfortable bra and pink cotton bikini panties she had been wearing. She looked at herself in the full length mirror that hung on the back of her closet door. A pretty, 19-year-old woman looked back at her. She was just a smidge under 5'6" with a voluptuous figure that had attracted boys all her life, but usually for all the wrong reasons. Her skin was a beautiful dark golden tan and her shiny brown hair, parted in the middle and falling just below her shoulders, framed her cute face. Missy knew that it could easily become sinful, but she always made a point of carefully shaping her eyebrows, which otherwise tended to be embarrassingly full. Her deep blue eyes twinkled at the thought of actually meeting Edna that night. She glanced quickly at her cute nose, small chin and a pretty mouth with even white teeth. She saw that her lipstick, red but not sluttish, would probably need to be touched up before she left. 

Missy continued to examine herself, wondering if Edna would like the way she looked. Her breasts were large, round, and full, capped with dark brown nipples. Too many boys had tried to paw them, she thought to herself, with a little shudder. Her arms and legs were nicely shaped, and she had carefully trimmed her finger and toenails and polished them with red nail polish that matched her lipstick. Finally, she glanced at her private place. Her pubic hair, a shade lighter than the hair on her head, was full and lush, but carefully trimmed so that it would not show when she wore a bathing suit. Standing with her legs together, she saw no hint of her genitals. Realizing that she was going to be late getting to Edna's, she shook herself out of her little reverie.

A quick trip to the bathroom, and then Missy put on the new white panties and bra she had bought just a few days ago. Even though she was going to ride her bike, she decided to wear a modest khaki skirt that came down to her knees and a nice blue linen blouse. Fifteen minutes after signing off the computer she was pedaling her way down the block, headed for the road to Silverton.

It took every minute of the hour Missy had said it would, so when she pedaled up to the neat white colonial house on Apple Street she was really fifteen minutes or so later than she had told Edna. She hoped the older woman wouldn't be upset. Missy got off her bike and propped it by the side of the house, then walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

A tall, slim woman about 45 years old with wavy red hair that swept down to her shoulders answered the door. She was wearing a bright green blouse and loose, silky-looking slacks. The woman looked at Missy and asked "Missy?" 

Missy nodded. The tall woman looked a little angry.

"I'm Edna. You're late," Edna said, a little sharply. "I was worried about you. We'll have to work on that."

Tears welled up into Missy's eyes. Here was this woman who had been so nice to her on the computer, and the first time she met her she'd disappointed her. 

"I'm sorry," Missy said, choking back her tears. "It was a little longer than I thought, and I changed so I would look nice for you and..." The tears welled over and dripped down her face.

Edna saw the Missy's tears in and her expression softened a little. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to make you cry. I know you feel bad enough. I just wanted to make sure you were on the right road to getting into Wesley Christian. Being on time is very important. It indicates that you appreciate discipline. But we can get to that later."

Missy was a little confused about appreciating discipline. Usually she wasn't late, and she did know she'd have to work hard at Alamance if she were going to get into Wesley Christian eventually. 

"Let's go sit down," Edna said, leading Missy into the living room.

The living room was elegantly decorated in shades of soft blue. Edna guided Missy to the couch, sat down next to her, and offered her a glass of wine from the tray she had placed on the coffee table earlier. 

"Umm, Edna, I don't drink," Missy said, nervously.

"This is just wine, dear," Edna said, pressing the glass on the reluctant girl. "It will help you relax. Just sip a little. You'll like it."

"But Reverend Handlemann says it's evil."

"If it were evil, would Jesus have turned water to wine?"

"But his mother made him do that!"

"Dear, just try a little. It's a new experience. I promise it won't hurt you."

"Well, ok, just a little." Missy was nervous, but really didn't want to upset Edna any more. And it was just wine. She'd only drink a little, she decided, sipping the cool, crisp liquid. She was surprised how much she liked it.

Holding Missy's hand in hers, Edna questioned Missy about how she felt, and what her plans were, and just listened a lot. Missy poured out all her feelings and frustrations and fears and started crying when she got to the part about getting the letter turning her down that afternoon. She admitted that her grades - B's and C's - were probably pretty borderline for Wesley Christian, but since she had good extracurriculars and recommendations she'd hoped that would make the difference. It hadn't, of course. Edna held the young woman as she cried and murmured sympathetic words to her as Missy told her story. And she made sure Missy's glass was never empty.

An hour or so later Edna looked at Missy. She saw an innocent girl with a tear-stained face who needed to do some growing up. And she had a pretty good idea about how she was going to help her grow up.

"Missy," Edna asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No," Missy admitted. "I don't. I don't really like boys that much. See, I developed kind of early, and all the boys have ever wanted to do was paw my breasts. I got real tired of fighting them off, and I haven't gone out with any in a long time."

"I understand," said Edna. "High school boys are curious, and pretty immature." She changed the subject.

"You look a little hot and uncomfortable, dear. I'm sure your bike ride on this warm night made you perspire a little. I think you should take a shower. When you're finished I'll give you that back rub I promised."

"Oh, Edna, I don't know. I wouldn't want to impose on you like that," Missy replied. If I could just use your bathroom I'll clean up a little and that will be fine."

"No, Missy, I insist," Edna said firmly. She dropped her voice. "Frankly, dear, you smell a little from your bike ride, and from crying. You must take a shower and get all nice and fresh."

Missy realized from Edna's tone of voice that she didn't have a choice. "Yes, Edna," she said.

"Good. Now come with me downstairs. We have a very nice guest room down there and you can get all cleaned up."

When Missy stood up she felt her head swim a little. She looked down at the table, and realized that most of the wine was gone. She hadn't realized they had drunk so much. 

Edna noticed Missy wobble a little, and smiled to herself. As she led Missy down the stairs she thought about what she would be doing soon with this girl, and felt a little thrill run through her loins. Her plan was going well.

Edna opened the second door on the left in the basement hallway. It opened into large bathroom with a whirlpool tub and a large, walk-in shower with multiple showerheads. Missy had never seen anything so elaborate.

"It is a bit much, isn't it?" Edna said to her. "My ex-husband had it built when we bought the house. He had a gym down here and wanted to be able to relax and get clean after he exercised."

"It's very nice," Missy said, looking around. She was a little startled when she realized there was a floor-to-ceiling mirror mounted opposite the whirlpool and next to the vanity. Missy noticed a wooden door in one wall, and realized there was also a sauna here.

"Well dear, take off your clothes and hop in the shower." Edna spoke in a kindly, but firm tone. "I'll pop them in the washer so they'll be nice and clean for you. You can wear one of the robes over there while they're in the wash."

Missy waited for a moment, hoping Edna would leave the room. She really didn't like undressing in front of others, and had always been in agony during gym class in high school when she had to shower with all the other girls. Even they had stared at her, since middle school, when her breasts developed earlier than those of the other girls, and had grown larger and larger over the years until they reached their 36 D size.

"Hurry up," Edna said, a little sharply. "We're both woman, there's nothing to be shy about."

Missy stepped out of her shoes, slowly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders while Edna watched. "I really hate this," she thought to herself. "But I am kind of sweaty, and she was so nice." She unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it, handing it to Edna.

"What nice underwear," Edna said. "It's so nice to see a girl who wears modest underwear. None of this thong nonsense or bright colors. Just nice, simple white underthings. How tasteful."

Missy thought this was a very odd comment. It was just underwear. And she liked her different colored panties. She just happened to be wearing white things tonight. Usually her panties were pink or pale blue. She even had some with flowers on them that she really liked. But Edna was right about thongs. Who wanted that string going up there?

"Come dear, you can't shower in that nice underwear."

Missy, reluctantly, reached behind herself and unfastened her bra. Taking a deep breath, she pulled it down her arms and off, and handed it to Edna. After another deep breath she pushed her panties down over her hips and stepped, a little awkwardly, out of them.

Edna suppressed her reaction as she looked at Missy standing naked in front of her. This girl was more than she ever could have imagined. Her full round breasts, capped with large dark brown areolas with small, pointed nipples, and the barely shorn, thick patch of pubic hair made Edna ache. She felt her own nipples growing hard, and hoped Missy would not notice. Missy was voluptuous, but not fat. She had the curves of woman, but the innocence of a child. It would be a very fruitful evening, and perhaps weekend.

Edna came back to her senses quickly. "The controls of the shower are there," she said, pointing. "Just use the top one, it controls the shower head there - the one that comes off so you can point it where you need to. I'll go put your clothes in to wash." Looking at Misty standing in front of her one more time she suppressed another shudder, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

Missy had noticed Edna gazing at her for a little too long, but tried to excuse it by thinking that maybe Edna was distracted by something else and didn't realize she was staring.

She turned on the shower, waited for it to get warm, and then stepped under the flow of water. The shower stall was big - easily big enough for several people, and tiled with small, green tiles. She picked up a bath puff, squirted a little shower gel that she found on a shelf next to her on it, and began to wash herself.

Edna quickly walked down the hall and into the laundry room. She put Missy's clothes in the wash, dumped a little detergent on them, and started the washer. When everything was going, she slumped back against the washer and pushed a hand into her slacks. She just couldn't wait any longer.

"Oh, wow," Edna thought to herself as she cupped her vulva and began to rub it in small circles. "She's so exciting. She's so innocent. I'm sure she's never, ever been touched. I bet she hasn't even touched herself, at least not much." She rubbed a little harder, and felt herself begin to lubricate. "Stop!" she told herself. "Not yet." Edna slipped her hand back out of her slacks and adjusted her clothes. She didn't want to lose her edge too early. She walked down the hall and into the room she had prepared while she was waiting for Missy to arrive.

The room had previously been the gym that she had mentioned to Missy. But while Edna still worked out in the room, it was in a very different manner than her husband had. 

A large, four-poster bed dominated the room. It was pushed against one wall and had small night tables on either side of it. Unlike the books, magazines and lamps such tables typically held, the drawers of these contained an assortment of paddles, whips, dildos, vibrators and other sex toys. Near the foot of the bed was a table that looked like a massage table, but which actually could be adjusted in a number of ways to facilitate sexual acts. Along a third wall there were hooks and eyes, and a small cabinet there held a variety of ropes and other restraining devices. It also contained the door to the bathroom where Missy was. A large mirror filled the opposite wall. Edna walked around the room, lighting candles and adjusting the dimmer so that the room was bathed in a soft, but not overpowering, light. 




Edna's Basement



Edna heard the shower stop, waited a minute, and then gently knocked on the door to the bathroom.

"Are you finished dear?" she called.

"Yes, Edna. I'm just drying off."

"Good," Edna said, opening the door and walking into the room. Missy gasped a little and held her towel in front of her.

"Now dear," Edna said. "Don't be modest. We're both women, we know what a woman looks like. Here, if you must, put this robe on."

Missy took the robe from Edna's outstretched hand and slipped into it. It was made of heavy, thick terrycloth and felt wonderfully warm and soft.

"Now Missy," Edna said. "It's time for me to rub your back. I sense you are still very tense and I want you to relax and get comfortable. Things aren't as bad as they seem."

"Yes, Edna," Missy replied. She was still nervous. She didn't think things would go this way. Edna had been sympathetic, but she seemed to want things done very specifically, and she looked flushed.

"Before I was married I trained to be and worked as a masseuse. I'm going to give you a very special massage. But you have to trust me and do exactly as I say for it to work. Will you do that for me?"

This request made Missy even more nervous. She wanted her clothes back and she wanted to leave. But Edna had taken her clothes. And a backrub would be nice. She decided once more to trust Edna, even if it seemed a little scary. "All right, Edna. I'll do as you say," Missy said.

"Good. First, put this blindfold on. I want you to be very aware of yourself and what you are feeling, and if you're eyes are shut then you're other senses will be heightened."

Missy looked at her doubtfully, but did as she was told. She slipped the sleep mask over her face. The satin fabric was not uncomfortable, but not being able to see was.

"Take my arm, here," Edna said, pushing her elbow into Missy's hand. "Follow me into the next room."

Missy walked, gingerly, behind Edna into the next room. It smelled of jasmine from the candles.

"I smell flowers," she said.

"Those are the candles that are burning. Now, take off your robe and lie face down on this table, here."

"Edna, no! I mean, I'd like my back rubbed and I'm sure you're very good at it, but it's wrong to be naked."

"Nonsense, child. You come into this world naked. Your body is nothing to be ashamed of. I am a professional, and you can't be properly massaged through cloth. We are both women. There is nothing improper about it. Now lie down!"

Missy was startled by this last command. This just wasn't at all what she expected. Why was Edna being so mean? 

"Just lie down Missy," Edna said, more gently. "I'm sorry I startled you. You will like this, I promise. All of my clients were massaged in the nude. It's how it's done. Don't be worried. Just lie down here on this table."

Missy sighed. This seemed so wrong - she shouldn't be naked like this. But Edna said she was a professional. Then something occurred to her.

"What if your daughter comes in?" she asked. "What if she walks in on us? You're a professional, but I wouldn't want her to see, to..."

"Ann Marie is out for the evening," Edna replied. "And she knows not to come into this room when the door is closed. I give some of my other friends massages, and they would be just as embarrassed if she came in. It's a rule we've agreed on."

"Well, all right, I guess," said Missy. She undid the belt on the robe, slipped it off, felt for the table, and then climbed up on it."

"Lie on your face dear. Put your face here, in this cradle."

Missy did as she was told, putting her face in an oval cradle that let her breath easily but supported her head. She had put her arms by her sides, but heard Edna adjusting something on the table.

"Here," Edna said. "Put your arms on these extensions. It will be more comfortable."

Missy did as she was told, stretching her arms along the supports and above her head. As she did, she felt a belt being fastened over her waist. She squirmed a little. 

"Edna," she asked, "What are you doing?"

"Now dear, this is a little unusual, but very important. I'm going to fasten your arms and legs and middle to the table. My massages sometimes touch nerves that make you react strongly. I don't want you to fall off the table, so these restraints hold you firmly. Just relax." Edna's voice was firm and soothing, but she had fastened a belt around Missy's waist first and Missy found that not only was it holding her down to the table, but also that she couldn't reach the buckle to undo herself.

"No," Missy said. "I don't want to be restrained. Let me up, this isn't right."

"Missy, stop struggling," Edna said. She continued to work her way around the table fastening the cuffs around Missy's ankles and wrists. Missy struggled, but Edna was stronger than she looked, and soon had the young girl restrained. 

"Please Edna," Missy said, "Let me up. I don't like this."

"Now Missy, I haven't even started. Just relax."

Missy couldn't see, but after Edna had finished buckling the restrains she had stripped out of her blouse and slacks. She was wearing black hose held up by a garters attached to her bustier, which supported but did not cover her breasts. She had decided to leave off the panties that came with the set. The outfit was a bit more than she usually wore for a first meeting with a new initiate, but she knew it would add to the intimidation factor when she took Missy's blindfold off. She picked up a bottle of florally-scented massage oil and poured a small pool into her palms.

"Edna, please, stop. Let me up." A tone of begging entered Missy's voice. This wasn't right. She squirmed, but could not escape her bonds.

"Missy, behave yourself. I'm going to start now. I'm using an oil I think you will like very much. I'm going to start on your legs and then move up."

Edna grasped Missy's left calf between her hands and spread the oil up her leg. While she was a professionally-trained masseuse, she didn't intend to spend a lot of time massaging the woman spread out in front of her. 

"You are very lovely, my dear," Edna said, gently running her hands up and down Missy's leg, gently kneading the firm flesh. "Isn't this nice?" She switched to the other leg and repeated her actions.

"Well, yes, it is nice," Missy said. Edna's hands were firm and they did feel nice moving up and down her legs, kneading her calves and thighs. She felt Edna's hands move close to her buttocks, and worried if Edna was going to touch her there.

Edna stared down at Missy's lovely, round buttocks. She wanted to touch them, to run her hands over them, and then to penetrate the little pink anus winking at her as she moved her hands up and down the girl's legs, but she knew it was too soon. Missy hadn't relaxed enough yet.

"Now I'm going to do your back," Edna announced. She moved up higher on the girl's body, pushed the straight brown hair up over a shoulder and began to massage Missy's shoulders and neck. She felt the girl relax under her ministrations.

"That does feel nice," Missy said, relaxing a bit.

"Good," said Edna.

Edna continued to massage Missy, moving up and down her back, drawing the tension out of her body. When she heard Missy sigh with pleasure, and felt the tension release out of her body, it was time. She poured a little more oil into her hands, and moved to Missy's buttocks.

"Oh Edna, no!" Missy cried, feeling the firm hands of the older woman begin to squeeze and rub her buttocks. This was definitely wrong.

"Stop it, girl," Edna said, squeezing the warm, soft flesh harder. "These are some of the biggest muscles in your body. I must work them hard."

"No, Edna, no. It's wrong. You shouldn't be touching me there," Missy moaned.

Smack! Edna slapped Missy hard, across both buttocks, leaving a rosy hand print on their soft, white surface.

"Edna, no! That hurt! Stop right now! Let me up!"

Smack! Edna hit her again, this time on the right buttock, making it nicely pink.

"Please Edna," Missy cried, tears in her voice. "Stop, stop now."

Smack! This time it was the left buttock.

"Oh Edna, stop, please stop. That hurts so much, please stop." Missy was sobbing now.

"I know it hurts, but it makes the blood circulate better," Edna told Missy. "You must have good circulation. It is very important." She was rubbing Missy's buttocks gently now, soothing them after the blows. She let her hands drift down to the top of to the crevice between Missy's thighs and buttocks.

"Circulation is very important. It is vital for your health. Especially here."

Edna slipped her hand between Missy's legs and pushed it between her body and the table, cupping her vulva. It was warm and dry. Edna slipped her hand back out, making sure to stroke between Missy's labia, over her perineum and up over her anus.

"Oh Edna, it's not right to touch me there! Don't Edna, don't!"

Missy was struggling, trying to break free from the restraints. It did no good - they were strong and stout.

"Now Missy," Edna said, "You must learn a few things. You'll never succeed in college or life if you are ignorant. I'm going to teach you about your body - about things you don't know about. About which you must know. You must learn how to obey, you must learn about pain, and you must learn about pleasure. And I'm going to teach you."

"Edna, no, no, no," Missy cried. "Let me go, let me go."

"No Missy, I will not let you go. You asked me to comfort you and to help you prepare for the rest of your life. Your mother would not teach you, so I must. You must learn that through discipline comes pleasure. You must learn that pain must be endured. If I choose, you will learn how to move from pain to pleasure. Do you know what an orgasm is?"

"Let me go, let me go, let me go," was Missy's only response.

Smack! "You will answer me, and politely!" Edna demanded. "Every time you don't, you will be punished. That is the last spank you will get with my hand. Next time it will be with a crop. Now, I am asking you again, do you know what an orgasm is?"

Missy was scared and confused. Her backside hurt - Edna hit hard. And then she had touched her privates. And now she was asking about orgasms.

"Sort of," she gasped. "It's sexual pleasure. It's bad."

"Owww!" Missy cried. Edna had hit her across the thighs with the threatened crop and it stung.

"Wrong! Orgasms are good! They are sexual pleasure - but they are good. They occur at the peak moment of pleasure, when you burst open into ecstasy."

"But you loose control. They told us in purity class. It's animal. Good people don't have orgasms."

"Nonsense" said Edna. "Orgasms are good and good people have them regularly. You will learn."

"No, no, no. You're wrong, you're wrong. Let me go, please Edna, let me go."

Swish. The crop moved through the air and smacked across Missy's thighs again.

"Ouch! Ouch! Don't do that Edna."

Edna struck again, over the buttocks this time. The girl would learn.

"Oww!"

"Missy, you will learn. Now, I'm going to turn you over. You are not going to resist. Then I'm going to massage your front, and you will learn a little about pleasure. If you resist, you will be whipped. Do you understand?"

"Yes Edna, I understand." Missy had no intention of not struggling. If Edna let her up, she would run away as fast as she could. Even if she was naked, she had to get away. Someone would help her.

She felt Edna at her right wrist. Edna grabbed her hard, holding her wrist tightly, and unbuckled the restraint. She pulled Missy's arm over her head and toward the platform where her left arm was tied down.

Missy struggled with all her might. It did no good. Edna was much stronger. Missy felt her wrist being fastened into a second restraint. When it was tightly bound, Edna undid Missy's left wrist and pulled it over to the other side of the table and fastened it down. Now Missy was twisted on the table, the upper part of her torso facing the ceiling, the lower part of her body twisted and pulling against its restraints.

"I told you what would happen if you struggled," Edna said. "This is going to hurt. She picked up the riding crop she had been switching Missy with and slapped it down against Missy's now-exposed breasts. It left bright red marks just above Missy's nipples.

When the riding crop struck her Missy screamed. Nothing had ever hurt so much as that.

"No one can hear you, dear. The room has been soundproofed. Now do as I say and don't struggle."

Missy sobbed from the pain. It hurt so much. Edna quickly undid and refastened Missy's restraints, and now she was spread-eagled and facing the ceiling. She was still blindfolded, and couldn't see what Edna was doing. 

"First, I'm going to massage you again," Edna said. "I like the smell of this oil. I'm going to rub it all over you."

Edna caressed Missy thoroughly, spreading the fragrant oil over her from feet to brow. On the first pass she skipped over Missy's large breasts and pubis. Missy wept quietly the whole time. How could this be happening to her?

"Now dear, here comes some of the pleasure. I'm going to massage your beautiful breasts."

Edna poured oil over Missy's breasts. Despite their size, and Missy's position, they slumped outwards only a little. Her hands rubbed and circled, stimulating Missy in a way that had never happened before.

"Isn't that nice?" Edna purred. "Don't you like me touching your breasts? They're so big and firm and beautiful. You skin is so darkly tanned and soft. I like touching them very much. Doesn't it feel nice?"

Missy didn't know what to say. This was terribly wrong. Edna should not be touching her this way. It wasn't supposed to be this way. And the worse thing is that Edna was right. Her hands felt wonderful. The slipped and slid and kneaded and it was as nice as anything Missy had ever felt. But it was wrong, so wrong. Good girls weren't supposed to like this.

"Edna, stop, please. It's wrong."

"No dear, it's very right. Now I'm going to do your nipples. They're so nice and dark brown. Very womanly. This is going to feel very nice."

Edna began to gently pinch and pull at Missy's nipples, worrying them into erection. They stood up, pointed, hard, and firm. Edna continued to stimulate them.

"Oh, they're getting nice and hard and standing up. I like it when mine stand up like this. Don't you? I like your nipples. They're so dark and pointy."

Amazing sensations were running through Missy's nipples and breasts and she even thought she was starting to feel something in her crotch. This was so wrong, but it felt so good. "Oh, I'm so evil," Missy thought to herself. "Edna is right, this is really nice." She moaned with pleasure.

The moan was what Edna was waiting for. She grabbed her riding crop and smacked Missy's breasts hard, once on each nipple. Missy howled.

"Owwwowoowowowow.!!! Why did you do that? That hurts so much." Missy was crying again. 

"You're a bad little girl, aren't you? You're not supposed to like me doing that. Isn't that what you've been taught?"

"Yes, but it felt good and it is wrong but it was nice and now it hurts so much."

"Every time you moan like that you will feel pain," Edna said. "Eventually, you will learn that pleasure and pain go well together. When you get to the point that both pleasant and harsh stimulation will make you orgasm, then you will be ready."

"Edna, what do you mean? Pleasure and pain are the same? I don't understand?"

"You will dear, you will."

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Chapter 2: Edna Takes Her Pleasure

Edna stepped back from the table and looked at the young woman spread-eagled in front of her. She was sobbing gently, and her breasts showed the red marks from where the crop had struck her. Such big, beautiful breasts. It was all Edna could do to stop herself from kissing and licking and biting them, tasting Missy's virginal flesh. But all in good time. 

"Missy," Edna said, "Now we are going to explore a bit more. Do you masturbate?"

"Oh no, Edna, never. It's sinful to touch yourself there."

Crack! Edna brought the crop down on Missy's right thigh, leaving a harsh red mark on the darkly tanned skin. "Don't lie to me! Do you masturbate?"

"No, Edna, no. I don't masturbate, not any more, not after taking the purity pledge. When I was younger and didn't know I did, but now I don't, never."

Crack! Edna struck the other thigh. "Foolish child! Purity pledges. What nonsense! You're body is capable of many things, of experiencing much pleasure. Children should be encouraged to masturbate, to discover themselves and their reactions. I suppose they told you that such feelings were evil, were impure, and that you should resist them."

"Yes Edna, they did. Your body is sacred, and it should be treated as such. You shouldn't give in to your animalistic urges. It's evil."

Edna took careful aim and struck Missy's labia firmly, but not cruelly, with the tab at the end of the crop.

"Oh!" Missy squealed. It hadn't really hurt when Edna hit her there, but it wasn't pleasant. She really shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong and evil.

"Please Edna, please don't touch me there. It's wrong."

"Missy, that is absolutely wrong. If you want to be pure you must masturbate. It relieves sexual tension. By doing it to yourself you don't carry those feelings around with you. You're not tempted to let some boy have sex with you just to relieve those urges. You make your life better by knowing what you like, and how your body responds."

"No, Edna, please no," Missy begged. "It's wrong."

"Missy, I am going to touch you. I am going to give you pleasure and help you learn about your feelings and your responses. Pay attention!" Crack! The crop came down on the soft skin on the inside of Missy's right thigh.

"OWWWW!" Missy cried.

"That place," Edna lectured, "Is very sensitive. It's the same on the other side as well."

Missy tensed, awaiting the pain of the crop. Instead, Edna gently caressed her, sending little shivers of pleasure through her. This was so wrong, so wrong.

"These are your labia," Edna said, caressing Missy gently. "Labia majora, the big lips. Yours are very nice. Feel them swell as I caress you."

Missy tried to resist, but Edna's hand stroking her was soft and pleasant and stimulating. Little electric thrills began to run through her crotch. 

"Edna, stop. You mustn't."

"I very much must, my dear. I must stimulate you so you open up like a flower." 

Gently, insistently she stroked the girl's labia, and slowly but surely they swelled and opened, the inner labia peaking out from between them.

"Yes, so very nice. So pink and pretty."

"Ouch! That hurts a lot, Stop!" Edna had taken each of Missy's labia minor and pinched them as hard as she could.

"Nonsense dear, it's just stimulation. It's all stimulation; it all will make you orgasm in the end. But not until I say so. Not until I say so."

Edna was drifting into a reverie of her own. Touching the young woman so intimately was arousing her, and she could feel that she was lubricating freely. It was so much fun to break in these new initiates. She pulled Missy's genitals open and stared at the moist pink skin. Just a little more now.

"This, dear, is your clitoris," Edna said, gently stroking Missy's clitoral hood, feeling the firm bud beneath. "It is where the most intense pleasure comes from."

Missy's hips arched up from the shock of pleasure. When she had masturbated as a child she had just rubbed things down there until she "felt good." But this was much, much more intense. She felt herself start to get wet as Edna gently massaged her.

"Don't you like this little massage?" Edna asked.

"Ohhh, yess. It is nice. But you have to stop, it's wrong." Missy realized she was being tempted by this physical pleasure. It was wrong. She had to make Edna stop. Realizing she had arched up against Edna's hand, she relaxed her hips back down onto the table.




Edna's Basement



"No, I don't have to stop." Smack! Edna slapped the crop down on Missy's right breast.

Smack! This time it was the left breast. Missy moaned in agony.

"Stop that noise and pay attention to what I'm doing. And don't tell me again to stop doing something." 

"Yes, Edna," Missy said, choking back the tears. It really, really hurt to have her breasts hit like that. And Edna was massaging her clitoris again and those terrible, evil feelings were starting again.

Edna noticed that Missy was lubricating liberally, that her genitals were wet and glistening, and that a pool of liquid was gathering at the entrance of her vagina. It was time. 

"Now, dear, when you get very aroused, your clitoris can stand a bit more stimulation. I'm going to pull back the hood of your clitoris and touch it directly."

Edna gently took Missy's exposed clitoris between her thumb and forefinger. Missy sighed. Missy knew her clitoris was small, but it felt like it took forever for Edna to slide the hood of skin back down and over her clitoris. The stimulation was intense. Missy had never felt anything like it. It felt so good, but it was so wrong, so evil. But how could she resist when she was tied down like this? She began to focus her attention on the sensations creeping out from her clitoris, the gentle, insistent throbbings of pleasure.

"OHHHH NOOO! OWWWWWW!" Missy screamed. Edna had pinched her clitoris, hard.

As the pain subsided Missy became very confused. It had hurt immensely when Edna pinched her, but there was also a pleasure to it. She knew she didn't want it to happen again, but there was that nagging little bit of pleasure. This was just plain totally wrong and evil. Edna had to let her go. Her game had to be over by now.

"Missy," Edna said, "Remember what just happened to you and how it felt. It is very important."

"Yes Edna," Missy replied. It was easy to say it. Missy knew she'd never forget the feeling, even as odd and unpleasant as it basically was, and how wrong it was for Edna to touch her that way.

"I am going to adjust the table now," Edna said. "And I'm going to take off your blindfold. You must see what it looks like to have an orgasm. You will watch me masturbate, and you will learn how from what you see."

It was too early, but Edna could not resist. Just a small orgasm - to demonstrate, she convinced herself. The girl had to see, to know what an orgasm looked like. Edna walked to the head of the table and turned the crank that lifted Missy's head and torso up. She took the blindfold off and then stepped into Missy's sight.

"Oh Edna!" Missy said. "I can't watch you. It's wrong, it's wrong."

Smack! Edna hit Missy between the legs with the riding crop, this time not trying to be gentle.

"Silence! Watch and learn!"

Missy sobbed quietly to herself. She was shocked to see that Edna had taken off her blouse and slacks and was standing in front of her in just a bustier and hose. Those were whore clothes. She'd seen them in the stores, but knew instantly when she did that only an evil woman would wear them. She stared as Edna sat back on a chair in front of her and started to stimulate herself.

Edna began by tugging on her nipples, pulling them into hardness. Missy watched as Edna stimulated her well-shaped breasts, with pale pink areolas almost as big as hers and with similarly small, pointed nipples. But what really shocked her was the small cross on a silver chain that dangled between her breasts. How could a good Christian do this? How could she be openly masturbating in front of someone she just met, and how could she have tied Missy up and stroked and caressed and hit her and, and... it was all so confusing.

Edna continued to stroke her breasts for a few moments, and then her right hand slipped down between her legs.

"Watch what I am doing, Missy," Edna said. "I am already excited - touching you and helping you discover the pleasures your body is capable of has aroused me. I have lubricated just like you have, and my genitals are swollen and pleasantly tender."

Missy looked as the older woman gently rubbed herself. Edna's hand was cupped over her vulva and moved in small circles.

"This is how I begin - just holding myself, rubbing in small circles and letting my labia slip and slide against each other. It is very pleasant. But it isn't enough. While sometimes I use lubricant, tonight I believe my own moisture will be sufficient. I'll gather some out of my vagina and get my fingers nice and slippery."

Slowly, very slowly, Edna slipped her index and middle fingers deep into herself, gathering the moisture she found there. She slowly slid her fingers in and out of herself, pushing her arousal to a higher level.

"It is very nice to have my fingers inside myself. They fill me nicely. When you masturbate, stroking yourself like this, moving your fingers in and out of your vagina is very nice. Other things may be nicer at times, but this is very nice."

Other things? Did Edna mean a penis? Or something else? What else was there? Missy didn't want to imagine what Edna might put inside herself, or worse, what she might want to put inside Missy's own vagina.

"Now pay attention. I'm going to stop talking and focus on my pleasure. While everyone is different, I enjoy holding myself open like this," she said as she used the fingers of her left hand to part her labia and expose her clitoris, "and rubbing my clitoris up and down and around. Sometimes I tap myself as well."

Edna demonstrated, closing her eyes and concentrating on the waves of pleasure coursing through her loins. This was good - she'd come quickly now, and then tease and torture Missy for a while longer - getting her close to orgasm if possible, but not allowing it to happen. And then Anne-Marie would come home, and the fun would really start. She'd be annoyed that Edna had started without her, but Missy was just too hard to resist. When she had opened the door and saw Missy standing there, in her cute little skirt and blouse, she had lubricated almost immediately. It was just too much of Anne-Marie to expect that she would have waited with such a gorgeous young woman like Missy tempting her.

"I'm getting close now, Missy. Watch me. My orgasm will be soon."

Edna turned her focus to herself, rubbing up and down and around her clitoris, pulling on it and even tapping it, hard, on occasion. The sensations built, and Edna felt her loins grow heavy and congested. She was almost there. Just a few more strokes.

"Watch me! Now! I'm coming!" Edna demanded as her orgasm overtook her. Missy watched, terrified and fascinated, as the older woman's pale skin flushed red and her loins twitched and shuddered. This was wrong, so wrong. She turned her head away, refusing to watch the animalistic act. But Edna began panting and Missy turned back to see her slump down in her chair as the last vestiges of her orgasm swept through her.

A few moments later Edna sat up and looked at Missy. The girl was clearly uncomfortable, staring at her but not wanting to. Her nipples were hard and moisture glistened in her pubic hair. She caught the scent of her arousal, and wondered if Missy knew what the odor was.

Missy was frustrated by her body's reaction - Edna's orgasm had been fascinating and for some reason arousing - and surely that was sinful. She struggled against her bonds, but they held tightly. What would Edna do to her next?

* * * * *

Chapter 3 - Vibrations. 

"Missy," Edna said. "We're going to move to another part of the room, and you are going to have more new experiences. When I release your restraints you will have the urge to run away - to escape. Resist that urge. The door is locked - you cannot get out. Remember that I am much stronger than you. To help you resist, I will cuff your arms and legs together so it will be harder to run."

Missy was frightened by these words. What more could Edna do to her? She watched as Edna fastened handcuffs onto her right wrist and ankle. Quickly, her left leg was unfastened, pulled over against her right, and the other cuff fastened around it. Edna repeated the action with Missy' arms, and then unfastened the waist strap. Missy sat up.

She was defeated. What could she do? Edna was stronger, she had her bound and locked up, and she was going to continue this sinful, awful activity. Missy prayed quietly in her head, asking to be rescued. Perhaps, she thought, Edna's daughter would come home soon. Surely Edna would have to stop then. There was hope.

"Come over here," Edna said quietly, pulling Missy off the table. Grabbing her by the arm, Edna forced Missy to hobble over to the wall. 

"Face the wall and let me fasten you to it," Edna said. "Do not resist or it will just be worse."

Missy complied. What could she do? She was naked, handcuffed and alone with this incomprehensible woman. Edna pulled Missy's arms up over her head, and, using restraints like the ones on the table, tied one, then the other, arm to the wall. She repeated the action with her legs, and when she finished Missy was spread-eagled against the wall.

"Now," Edna said, "I will prepare you. This will be pleasurable."

Missy heard Edna walk across the room and open a drawer. A moment later she was back.

"This is a vibrator that will stimulate your labia and clitoris," Edna said. Missy looked down between herself and the wall as Edna put a black elastic strap around her waist, fastened a buckle on it, and adjusted it so it was tight around her middle. Dangling from the elastic strap was something pink and rubbery looking, about 4 inches long and 5 inches across. Missy couldn't really see it, but it seemed to have a raised portion running vertically along its middle.

Edna reached around her victim's waist to position the vibrator. With one hand she parted Missy's labia and with the other she slipped the butterfly vibrator in place, holding it there while she wrapped straps around Missy's legs so it would be held in place. She let the control box hang from its wire, dangling between Missy's outspread legs.

Once the first vibrator was in place, Edna reached down and picked up her other choice. It was a slender, vibrating butt plug. She anointed it liberally with lubricant, and then spoke.

"Missy, I want you to relax your anus," she said. "This may hurt a little as it goes in, but it will hurt much less if don't resist."

"Noo, not there!" Missy cried, involuntarily tightening her anal sphincter at the thought of something being inserted there. 

Edna slipped a well lubricated finger between Missy's buttocks and into her anus. The girl was clenching, but she forced her finger into her, applying the lubricant liberally.

Missy moaned as she was penetrated. It hurt, and you weren't supposed to have things up your fanny. That was just plain dirty and wrong. What had she done to deserve this?

Edna slipped her finger out of Missy, switched the vibrating plug on, and placed it against the young woman's anus.

"Relax, this is very nice. You will like it, I promise," Edna said. She pushed firmly on the plug and, slowly, it slipped into Missy.

As it entered her Missy was overcome with shame. Why was this happening? Why was Edna doing this to her? She felt her sphincter release and the buzzing plug slip deep into her bowels. How could Edna think that she would enjoy this?

And then Edna reached down and switched on the other vibrator. The insistent buzzing filled her groin. The feeling in front was somewhat pleasant, but so terribly sinful that Missy began to weep again. It combined with the vibrations in her bowels, and Missy felt herself become terribly, awfully, sinfully aroused.

"Now, doesn't that feel nice?" Edna asked. "Aren't those vibrations running through you arousing and stimulating? Aren't you nice and wet? And doesn't your fanny feel nice and full? I bet you never thought your fanny could feel so nice?"

Edna was dreadfully right. Missy had rarely been so aroused, and had never dreamed that having something pushed up her fanny would feel nice. She wept more loudly. She didn't want to sin like this, but her body wasn't listening to her mind.

"Yes, Edna, it does feel nice. But please turn it off. It's not right to give in to these feelings. They're wrong. I should never have these feelings, never. Not even when I'm married and making love with my husband so we can have a baby." Missy choked back her tears. Edna just had to understand. Missy was a good girl and never, ever touched or stimulated herself. Please, please, she thought to herself, let Edna's daughter come home and make this stop.

Swat! Edna struck Missy across the buttocks, this time with a long, thin bamboo cane. It left a pleasant red stripe across their firm, tan surface.

"Owwwww! Why did you hit me?"

"I've told you my dear. Pleasure is not wrong. You must learn that. I also swatted you, as I am going to do again, to increase the stimulation."

Swat! Swat! Swat! Edna struck three times in quick succession.

"Edna, please, stop," moaned Missy. "It hurts too much."

Swat! This time across the tops of the thighs.

"Edna!"

"Concentrate on how everything feels. Think about the stimulation in your groin. Aren't you getting nice and full and tender? Can you feel the arousal rising?" Edna had moved close to Missy, and had reached around to caress her breasts. "Are you getting close? Are you going to have an orgasm?" This last she whispered, breathily, into Missy's ear. 

Missy was scared. Everything felt too good - her clitoris was hard and little electric shocks of pleasure were starting to come from it. Edna's hands on her nipples felt delicious. Even her fanny felt good, where the swat of the cane seemed to have made everything more tender, more aroused. What if she did have an orgasm? Would that be a sin? She wasn't trying to, but it was awfully close.

"Ouch!" Edna had grabbed and twisted Missy's nipple, hard. Pain shot through her breast, distracting her from the pleasure growing in her groin.

"Every part of you must be aroused, must be aware," Edna whispered. She reached down and switched off the butterfly vibrator, and then the anal one. Missy was intensely aware of herself, of how swollen and tender her genitals were, and of how close she had come to succumbing to the awful, animal urges that had been racing through her body. If only Edna's daughter would come home!

"But not too quickly," Edna said, unfastening the butterfly vibrator from around Missy's waist. When she pulled the butt plug out Missy felt strangely empty. How terrible! she thought. I shouldn't like this. It's wrong. I shouldn't want that thing back in me.

Missy heard a knock at the door, and then a key turning in the lock.

"Hi mom!" a bright, young voice said. And a moment later, "What the hell are you doing!"

* * * * *

Chapter 4 - Three's Company

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Missy mouthed in silent prayer. It would all be over now. Her daughter might be shocked at what her mother had been doing, and about Missy being tied up and naked like this, but it would all stop now. It had to. Thank you, she mouthed one more time.

"Anne-Marie, this is Missy," Edna said. "Say hello, Missy,"

"Umm, hi," Missy said. Why wasn't Anne-Marie saying anything? Why wasn't she shocked?

"Mommy, what are you doing?" Anne-Marie was practically shouting. "Who is this person? Where did she come from?"

Good, good, Anne-Marie was shocked. Surely this torment would end soon - Anne-Marie would unfasten her and let her dress and she'd go home and never talk to anyone on the internet ever again and never, ever touch herself like Edna had been touching her and never have those terrible, awful, animal feelings that tormented her and just wanted to make her burst open and be an animal and just rub and rub and rub until the torment ended in that glorious burst - STOP! Missy demanded of herself. Stop thinking those evil thoughts. 

"Please Anne-Marie, unhook me, let me down," Missy begged.

Anne-Marie ignored her. She was still chastising her mother. 

"How could you do this? It's wrong, it's just wrong. We've talked about it and talked about it. Whenever you bring someone new into the house it has to be when we are both here. It's safer that way."

Oh good, oh good, it's almost over, Missy thought to herself.

"You're supposed to share. We agreed we'd always share with the new ones. And look, you forgot her breasts. You've got her all nice and tied up, and I can see you had the butterfly on her and a butt plug but you didn't put the nipple clamps on. It's just not right; you always start without me and then you do it wrong and it takes so much longer and, humph." Anne-Marie just stared at her mother, clearly frustrated.

"Now Anne-Marie, look at her. She's so pretty. How did you expect me to wait? She was here for more than an hour just talking, and you didn't come home, and I was so aroused and well, I just had to start. I mean, look at her."

Anne-Marie looked a little more closely at Missy, and realized she recognized the voluptuous young woman tied to the basement wall.

"Hey! I know you!" Anne-Marie said brightly. "You're from Hillsboro Baptist. You came over a few weeks ago when we had the joint Bible study. I would never have thought you liked to play this way."

"I don't, I don't," Missy sobbed, realizing this girl was not going to save her. How could it be? She was so shocked, it sounded like Anne-Marie was going to save her and now it sounded like she was going to join her mother in tormenting her even more.

"Missy is just learning about her body and pleasure and stimulation," said Edna. "Her mother has omitted to tell her about these things, and about how our bodies are gifts, as is the pleasure they can give us. She still thinks it's sinful to have an orgasm."

"Oh, Missy, no!" Anne-Marie exclaimed. "Orgasms are good! They make you happy and they feel so good. Why would we have been created able to have such pleasure if it were wrong? Oh Mommy, you have to let me help. We agreed before, you know. And I know all the steps, even the ones you forget, like the nipple clamps. Please? Please can I help you tonight? I know Missy and I can be good friends, and we can go to church together and we can celebrate our bodies together and maybe we can help other girls find out about pleasure, too!"

"Anne-Marie, slow down a little. You know how hard the first time is for people like Missy," Edna said, a bit reproachfully. "Yes, you can help, since you know Missy and since I did promise we'd do these things together from now on. We're about to go into the sauna, so take off your clothes and then go get the ice-water trough ready. And then after that you can help us as we finish this first lesson."

"Oh Mommy, thank you, thank you. I promise I'll be real good, you'll see." Anne-Marie left the room quickly to get ready.

How could this be happening? Missy thought to herself. She remembered Anne-Marie from that night. She was such a good person - she'd asked really good questions during Bible study and knew her passages and had sat and talked about how much fun church was and events like this one were with Missy afterwards when they had cookies and punch. And now she was going to play with them? This wasn't play. Edna was supposed to comfort her and help her learn to do better so she could get into Wesley Christian next year. And she had, a little, but then she had made her take off her clothes and had done all this awful, terrible things to her.

While Missy was thinking all this to herself Edna had unfastened her from the wall and handcuffed her arms and ankles again, but this time with her arms behind her. 

"We're going into the sauna now," she said. "It will be very warm there Missy. You will experience heat and cold together, much like our last few minutes, where you experienced gentle and harsh stimulation. Pay attention to how you react, to how your body feels. The more you know about your body, and how it responds to stimulation, the better you will be able to enjoy it. Remember, the pleasure your body gives you is a gift. It is wrong not to enjoy it. It is not animalistic, it is not evil. It is good, and good girls know that it is important to enjoy their bodies. Do you understand?"




Edna's Basement



"Please Edna, please. Let me go. I want to go home. I won't tell anybody. Please let me go," Missy begged.

"Now dear," Edna replied, "I know this is difficult, but in a little while you'll understand. You'll know why I have done this to you. You may not accept it yet, but you'll have taken a first step, and your new friend, Anne-Marie, is going to help you."

Edna helped Missy shuffle over to the door of the sauna. Just as they got there, Anne-Marie came out, along with a blast of heat. Missy shrank back. Anne-Marie was naked, and sheen of perspiration covered her body.

"Isn't she pretty?" Edna said to Missy. "Look at her nice little body. She has pretty red hair - she gets that from me, even if it's not as wavy as mine. And all those nice freckles on her arms and shoulders and down over her chest and sprinkled on her breasts - I really love your dark, tanned skin, but Anne-Marie's freckles are just so cute! If I could just get her to wear a bit more makeup - like you do Missy - just enough to accent and accentuate - but not so much that you look like a slut. And look at her legs - how nicely shaped they are and slim. Turn around, honey, and show us your fanny - look Missy, look how nice and firm and round it is. It's smaller than yours, but it's the same kind of shape - her buttocks are so soft and pink and ready to be smacked. I just can't resist!" 

SMACK! Edna slapped down hard on Anne-Marie's bottom, leaving a big, red hand mark on it.

"Mom! C'mon. This is Missy's day, not mine."

"Oh, all right," Edna said. "But Missy, look hard at Anne-Marie. Look at her breasts - aren't they nice and perky? She's a 34 B - the size they once modeled all bras on - and those perky little breasts would fit perfectly in a champagne glass - the open ones, not the long flutes. And doesn't she have nice pink nipples like mine? But they're long and thick - she gets ever so excited when you play with them. They stand up nice and tall - they're so much fun to lick and suck. She really likes her nipples sucked; it just makes her all wiggly and wet. And, most importantly, down below. Do you see how nicely she keeps her pussy? Tell me what you see there? Spread your legs, Anne-Marie - let Missy see you."

"Yes, mother," Anne-Marie said, lifting one leg away from her body so Missy could see.

"Tell me what you see, Missy."

Missy was appalled. Every time she thought things were bad it got worse. She didn't want to look, but she knew it would be worse if she didn't.

"I can see her vulva," Missy said.

"But tell me what it looks like," Edna said, and smacked Missy's bottom for emphasis.

Missy was confused. She saw Anne-Marie's pubis. What more did Edna want to know? She looked again, and then realized what she was looking at. Anne-Marie had no pubic hair, except for a small strip above her labia.

"Well?' asked Edna

"Sh-she doesn't have pubic hair," Missy stuttered. "Except at the top - it's red like her hair."

"Right, she doesn't have pubic hair. Put your leg down dear. And Missy, do you know why she doesn't have pubic hair?"

"No," was the quiet reply.

"Because she thinks it feels nicer not to have it, especially when someone is kissing and licking her there."

"Ohhh," said Missy.

"Oh yes," said Anne-Marie. "It's so nice when someone kisses and licks me there - with hair there it was wonderful, but ever since I started shaving it's become even better - I just orgasm and orgasm and orgasm."

"That's enough, dear," said Edna. "Speaking of orgasms, have you had one today yet?"

"No, ma'am," Anne-Marie replied.

"You know the rules young lady," Edna said harshly. "And you fussing at me for not sharing earlier and making me feel like I'd broken a rule. Every morning, every evening at the very least. I know why you missed this morning - you got up late and were running late for work. But I would think you would have at least masturbated during the day - or before joining us this evening. Very well. Missy, we will add a bit to this next experience. You will help Anne-Marie have an orgasm as well."

"What? How? No!!"

"By now you should know you have no choice in these matters. Indeed, if you were wise by now you would be approaching each of these different experiences with pleasant anticipation. Nevertheless, you will learn and you will help Anne-Marie have an orgasm. Anne-Marie, place yourself on the bench so that Missy may learn how to properly perform an act of oral sex. Missy, follow Anne-Marie."

Anne-Marie opened the door of the sauna and stepped into the small, hot room. Edna held Missy's arm as she, with steps limited by the cuffs attached to her ankles, hobbled in after her. As she walked into the room the heat struck her - it was dry and penetrating and she felt herself begin to perspire almost immediately. 

A long bench stretched across the back of the room. In the middle of the bench was a large trough of water. Missy could see that it was full of ice, and wondered what its purpose was. She was sure that whatever Edna had planned, it wouldn't be nice. 

Anne-Marie reclined on the bench, her feet planted on either edge of the trough, her knees falling open, exposing her genitals.

"Kneel here, Missy," Edna said, indicating a spot on the opposite side of the trough. "Face Anne-Marie."

She helped Missy onto the bench. Missy looked down at the trough of ice and water, still wondering about its purpose. She glanced around the room, and was horrified to see a collection of whips and switches hanging on one wall.

"Yes," Edna said, "the Ben-Wa balls, I think."

"Oh, Mommy," Anne-Marie said, "Those are nice. You're going to like them Missy!"

From a shelf just above the whips Edna chose a small box. She opened it, and Missy watched as she took two balls about the size of golf balls, connected by a cord, from the box. She popped one and then the other in her mouth, coating them with her saliva. 

"These," she said to Missy as she put one hand against her labia and spread them open, "should fill you nicely. They are hollow and have another, weighted ball inside them. They should move about pleasantly. You may not remove them until I say so."

"Please Edna, no" Missy said. She'd never had anything inside other than a tampon and the speculum when she went to the gynecologist, and that was very unpleasant.

"Again child, this is for pleasure," Edna said, pressing one, and then the other ball into Missy's still moist vagina. A string hung from between her labia, attached to the balls. Missy's vagina felt unnaturally full, and every time she moved she could feel something moving inside her, where nothing should ever be.

"Now, you will help Anne-Marie achieve an orgasm by stimulating her orally. The more quickly you do that, the more quickly this portion of your initiation will end. But it will not end until Anne-Marie does have an orgasm."

"Edna, please, please no. That's wrong, so wrong," Missy begged.

"Do as I say," Edna said, pushing her down roughly. Suddenly, as her breasts made contact with it, Missy realized what the trough of ice water was for. Edna held a hand firmly in the middle of her back, forcing her breasts to dangle in the icy water. Missy felt her nipples harden at the cold and goose bumps break out all over her body, despite the heat of the sauna.

"Hold her head against you, Anne-Marie," Edna instructed. "Missy, I am sure this is the first time you have done anything like this. Anne-Marie likes to be kissed and licked. Kiss her labia, now."

"Noooo," Missy moaned. She clenched her eyes closed and tried to pull herself back up, but Anne-Marie and Edna held her firmly.

"Please, Missy, please," said Anne-Marie. "You'll like it, I promise, and later maybe I'll do it to you, when you've learned about pleasure. I'm so horny; look, you can see I'm opening up for you."

Missy forced herself to open her eyes and look. Anne-Marie's labia were open and swollen and she could smell the scent of the young woman's secretions. How could she make herself do this terrible thing?

Missy heard a swish through the air and then her back exploded with pain. Edna was whipping her.

"The faster Anne-Marie comes, the sooner you're finished," the older woman said, hitting Missy again with the whip.

It was too much. Her breasts hurt from the cold, her back stung, and Anne-Marie's scent of arousal was overpowering her. She closed her eyes and, very tentatively, kissed Anne-Marie's labia.

"She started," Anne-Marie announced. "That was nice Missy, do it some more - and lick me with your tongue."

Edna hit her with the whip again, this time across the buttocks, and Missy lurched forward, burying her face in Anne-Marie's crotch. There was nothing she could do about it. It was wrong and sinful, but she had to stop the pain in her breasts and the pain of the whipping. 

She kissed Anne-Marie again, and then reached out with her tongue and licked up the length of her labia. Anne-Marie tasted sweet and a little musky. She licked her again, hoping it was enough.

"Ooh, that's nice," Anne-Marie said. "More, more."

Edna whipped her again, urging Missy on. This was depraved and awful. How could she make this girl have an orgasm and end this? And then what would happen? Would it never end?

For the next five minutes this went on. Missy would lick Anne-Marie, running her tongue between and over her puffy labia, tasting her secretions. Edna would whip her. Missy's back and buttocks were on fire. Her breasts ached from the cold, but the rest of her body was perspiring, the heat almost burning her.

"Put your tongue in my vagina," Anne-Marie demanded. "Do me with your tongue. And then do my clitty," Anne-Marie demanded. "Lick my clitty, make me come."

"Do it," Edna demanded, whipping her yet again, this time across her thighs. 

Missy did as she was told, pushing her tongue into Anne-Marie, searching for and then finding her vagina. Anne-Marie's taste and smell was even more pungent, less sweet now, and more musky.

"That's good, that's good," Anne-Marie moaned as Missy pushed her tongue in and out of her vagina. For a first time, she thought to herself, Missy was doing a pretty good job. If she'd only lick her clitoris now, around and around and around so she could come.

"Do her clitoris now," Edna demanded, sensing her daughter's need.

Missy licked up Anne-Marie's vulva, searching for the hard little nub of her clitoris. Edna's whip descended again. Finally, Missy found what she thought was Anne-Marie's clitoris, and gently began lapping at it.

"Mmmmhhh, that's it, that's it," Anne-Marie sighed.

"Trace the alphabet, that will bring her orgasm," Edna demanded.

Missy was confused, but didn't stop licking Anne-Marie's clitoris. 

"The alphabet, girl. A, B, C and so forth. With your tongue. Trace it on Anne-Marie's clitoris."

Missy caught on and began - two strokes down, connecting on the top, and then one across - right over the tip of Anne-Marie's clitoris.

"A, that's nice," said Anne-Marie. "Keep going, I'll come by Z, I know I will."

With that promise Missy redoubled her efforts. Her whole body ached, her breasts cold and stiff, her back red and raw, her arms and legs tired from where they were cuffed together. Up, around and around. B. A circle around three quarters of the way. C. Down, and a big circle around, D. Slowly, steadily she traced the alphabet.

By F Anne-Marie was moaning steadily and pushing herself up against Missy's mouth. 

At M something else changed. In addition to the whipping, which never stopped, Edna began to fondle Missy's genitals. The sensations were confusing - her body did not know how to react - heat and cold, pain and pleasure, and trying to focus despite the womanly odor and wetness her tongue was playing in.

A curve to the left, a curve to the right. S. Anne-Marie's moans went up a tone. Down and across. T. Down, curve at the bottom and up again, then down. U. 

"That's it, that's it - don't stop now" Anne-Marie begged.

Angle down and up. V. Repeat it, twice. W. Angle down to the right, angle down to the left X. Anne-Marie was up on her heels, pushing her crotch firmly against Missy's insistent tongue. She was yelling now.

"Oh Yes, Oh Yes. Lick Me, Lick Me, Make Me Come!"

A little angle up and down, and a line down from that. Y. Almost there. Over, angle down, over the other way. Z.

"DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, I'M ALMOST THERE!"

Missy panicked. The alphabet was over. Desperate, she sucked hard on Anne-Marie's clitoris, drawing it into her mouth and flicked at it hard, over and over again with the tip of her tongue.

"I'M COMING, I'M COMING, I'M COMING!!!" Anne-Marie screamed, arching up off the bench, pushing Missy's head up with her crotch.

Finally, thought Missy as Anne-Marie slowly slumped back against the bench and Missy finally lifted her head away from her genitals. She could taste the other woman still on her lips and mouth. Suddenly, she was very aware of her vulva. Edna was rubbing her clitoris, and slowly, very slowly pulling the balls from inside her.

She felt herself stretch open and around the first ball as it slowly slipped out of her. Her labia closed over it as it left her, and then stretched open again to deliver the second ball. She was trembling and she didn't know if it was because of the cold water, Edna's hands manipulating her genitals, or just in reaction to everything that had just happened. 

"Taste yourself," Edna said, thrusting her fingers into Missy's mouth. "That's the taste of your arousal, the taste of you as a woman. Sweet, musky, complex."

Missy could not help but taste herself, and realized that she tasted much like Anne-Marie did, but it was different, too. She was sweeter than the woman she had just performed this terrible act upon.

"Thank you very much," Anne-Marie said as she slid out from under Missy. 

"Help her up dear," Edna said.

Anne-Marie helped Missy back to her knees. As her breasts came out of the water Missy screamed - they had become numb in the cold, but the heat and blood starting to move through them again hurt immensely.

"Wooowwowowowowow!" she screamed.

"Yes, dear. They are very tender after that. But that's important. For this next portion you must be able to become very aroused, very aroused. The more tender and aware you are the better. And I think you are almost there.

Edna looked down at the young woman whose life she was changing. Missy's back, bottom and thighs were criss-crossed with angry red stripes. Her tiny, pointed nipples were hard and erect, her breasts firm and hard from their ice-water bath. And her vulva was red and swollen and tender. The next step, indeed, would change how Missy felt about pleasure and pain and move her well on her way to understanding the pleasure Edna found so stimulating and rewarding.

* * * * *

Chapter 5 - Pleasure arrives. 

Directed by Edna and Anne-Marie, Missy hobbled out of the sauna, across the bathroom and back into the room with the bed. Her nipples ached and throbbed, refusing to relax, staying hard and erect. She was also dreadfully aware of her genitals. Despite everything, the ice water, the whipping, having to lick and kiss Anne down there, all she could feel and think about was Edna's hand caressing her there, stimulating her unmercifully. Edna was still doing it from time-to-time, just negligently caressing her, keeping her aroused and sensitive.

"Anne-Marie," Edna announced when they were standing in the room, "I've changed my mind. You will take the secondary position. Missy has accomplished much this evening. We will share her."

"But Mommy, it was only one orgasm. And she was good, but she's just a beginner and I bet if she did it again on me she'd be even better and then I'd have my two orgasms for the day."

Whatever could these two be talking about? Missy wondered. Surely Edna didn't plan to make her lick her too? This was terrible, so terrible. When would it ever end?

"You can wear the special harness. And we'll all wear nipple clamps and chain them together."

Nipple clamps? Special harness? Chained together?

"Please Edna, please Anne-Marie, please no. Let me go, please no more."

"This is the last part for now," Edna said. "I suspect you will find it both memorable and enjoyable, at least when you look back on it sometime in the future. You've been very good so far. I know that with a little more attention and effort on your part you will do well. IF you do this well, I will help tutor you for the next year, and I guarantee you will get into Wesley Christian or wherever you would like to go. But you must do well right now. I will unfasten you shackles, but if you try to run away it will be much the worse for you."

Missy shuddered. There was hope. It was almost over. What more could they do?

"Yes, Edna, I'll try very hard," Missy said. Maybe if she was agreeable they wouldn't be so mean to her.

"Anne-Marie, get the equipment together."

"Yes Mommy," Anne-Marie replied. She walked around the room, collecting various items from drawers and shelves around the room.

"Missy," Edna said, "I want you to look at these items. First, these are nipple clamps. There are different kinds. Each of us will wear a set, and we will connect them together so that when we move they will tug on our nipples. That is very pleasant."

Edna showed her a pair of clamps. They were small alligator clamps with rubber coverings on their ends, and each had a screw in them to adjust the tension. 

"I will demonstrate on myself," Edna said, fastening the clips to her nipples. Missy shuddered - they looked painful. "I like a little more tension than most, so I will let them pinch rather hard. Anne-Marie, help me put Missy's on."

The two-redheaded women approached Misty. These clamps were different from the ones Edna wore. The clamps were not covered with rubber, but instead were smooth, silver-colored metal. Dangling from each clam was a small black cylinder, about 2 inches long and an inch in circumference. Edna fastened one clamp on her right nipple.

"Ouch, that hurts a lot" Missy complained.

"I will adjust them, just wait. Anne-Marie, what are you waiting for? Put yours on, and then take care of Missy's other breast."

Anne-Marie picked up yet another pair of nipple clamps. These had two long legs, joined at the top, with a little rubber ring about halfway up the legs. She took one and place one leg on either side of her plump, pink nipple, then slid the rubber ring up so that the legs gripped the nipple firmly. She repeated the action on other breast. A long sliver chain connected the clamps. Finally, she picked up the second of Missy's nipple clamps and fastened the jaws around Missy's left nipple. The pain was almost unendurable. Missy moaned, loudly.

"They have to be a bit tight to stay on," said Edna, loosening both of them a bit, but still making sure they bit firmly into Missy's small, pointed nipples. Missy felt the weight of each one tugging at her nipples. The ache was still there, but now it was almost endurable. 

"Turn them on now, Anne-Marie," Edna said.

"Yes mommy," Anne-Marie said, doing as she had been instructed. A soft vibration ran through each of Missy's nipples. It was actually pleasant, in that nice pain kind of way that Missy was learning about.

A moment later Missy screeched. "Ouuccchhhhh! I'm on fire, turn them off, turn them off." Her breasts were burning - the pleasure of the tug of the weight and the vibrations was being overwhelmed by heat coursing through her tender nipples.

"Missy, I promise you that you will not be burned by these devices. What you are feeling is heat, but it will never get hot enough to harm you. Do you understand?"

"Edna, please Edna, take them off, take them off. It's too hot, it's too hot."

"No dear, just experience the feelings. Tonight is about new feelings and new experiences."




Edna's Basement



"Now," Edna said, holding up an oddly fashioned thing that was all leather and buckles and three black, rubber rods. Missy thought they looked familiar, but couldn't quite figure out what they were supposed to be.

"This is the harness that Anne-Marie will wear. Put it on dear, but be sure to use plenty of lubricant."

Missy watched as Anne-Marie spread a thick, glistening gel over each of the rods. It frustrated her that she couldn't figure out what they were. They were rounded at the top, with a little slit, and a ridge that ran all around the rod.

Anne-Marie finished anointing the rods and then stepped into the harness. As she held it just below her genitals, Missy realized what the rods looked like!

"This is a very special harness, Missy," Edna said. "You can see that it has three dildoes - those are the penis-shaped rods you see. It holds two of them inside the wearer - one in her anus, the other in her vagina. The third is for her partner - that will be you tonight. As the wearer thrusts into her partner, the dildoes held inside her produce very pleasant feelings - indeed, if she thrusts just the right way, she may well have an orgasm of her own."

"Nooo, please no. I'm a virgin, please don't put that in me Anne-Marie."

"Hush child," Edna said firmly. "All Anne-Marie is going to do is sodomize you." 

"No, please, not there, either. Please no." Missy was worried. She did not want to be sodomized at all, but she really didn't want it to happen again tonight. She'd enjoyed having the butt plug in her too much - it was too animal, it was wrong. She was supposed to resist those feelings.

"What are you going to do with that?" Missy said, startled, when she realized that Edna was also stepping into a harness. It did not have the two extra dildos that Anne-Marie's did, but the dildo it did hold was longer and thicker than the one that protruded from the front of Anne-Marie's harness.

"I am going to wear it. You are going to receive pleasure, and perhaps a little pain, from it," Edna said calmly.

"You mean, no, Edna NO! I won't, you can't, never, never, never, never," Missy screamed.

"You will be silent or I will gag you young woman," Edna said firmly. "There is one more thing. This is the whip we will use. You see that it is made of leather, of very soft leather." Edna caressed Missy's breasts with the tails of the whip. It was soft, and Missy became aware once again of how hot, hard and achy her nipples were as Edna swished the whip back and forth over her breasts, and then slapped the whip against them, not hard, but firmly enough to bring a rush of blood to her breasts.

"Anne-Marie, stop dawdling. Put that thing on. Watch Missy, watch those dildoes slide up into her little body. They fill her nicely - don't you like the feeling, Anne-Marie? Can you imagine them in you, Missy? You'll know that feeling soon."

Missy watched, horrified, as Anne-Marie positioned a dildo at her anus and vagina, and then slide them into herself sighing with pleasure as she pushed them firmly against herself and then buckled the harness in place around her hips and thighs.

"Please Edna, please. Don't do this to me. I'm a good girl. I'm not supposed to like this. It's wrong."

"Again child, you are supposed to like this. It is a gift - a precious gift - that you have a body that responds to stimulation with a pleasurable reaction. Now, get on the bench again and do as I say."

Missy sat on the edge of the bench, her legs dangling below her. Edna stood in front of her and caressed her genitals. It was terrible to be so aroused this way. Missy wished Edna would stop touching her, and that this feeling would go away. It was wrong, and she felt that if Edna kept it up something awful might happen - like having an orgasm. She heard Ann-Marie walk up behind her and was startled when she tossed a loop of white rope over her head and pulled it taught under her breasts.

"What are you doing?" she asked, shocked once again.

"You must be bound for this - and we will start by binding your breasts so that they are fully stimulated," Edna replied, holding Missy's arms out from her body.

Ann-Marie wound the rope in figure 8 shapes around and over and under Missy's breasts, pulling it taught and making Missy's large breasts stand out from her ribs. Finally she passed it back around Missy's back and tied it.

"Lie back and put your feet up close to your thighs," Edna commanded, pushing Missy back onto the bench. She undid the cuffs that locked Missy's hands and ankles together, but kept tight hold of the young woman. Quickly, she picked up another piece of rope and tied Missy's right ankle to her right thigh, and then repeated the action with another piece of rope on her left leg. Finally, she tied a loop of rope around Missy's left knee, passed it under the bench, and then pulled her right knee open, and tied the rope to it. Missy's genitals were blatantly exposed.

"Lie back!" Edna commanded.

As Missy did, Anne-Marie fastened a leather strap above Missy's breasts, holding her down to the table. Edna pulled her arms back up over her head and fastened them to the table as well. Why she didn't struggle during all of this Missy didn't know. It was just happening. She was still aroused - terribly and sinfully. Edna was caressing her again and it just felt so soft and wonderful and her blood was filling up her groin and everything was so tender and it was so terribly, awfully wrong. The tears welled up in her eyes again. Why did she come here?

"Ouucchh!" Missy gasped. Her nipples, which she had been ignoring as she was bound to the table, were being pulled on. Anne-Marie had fastened a chain to the one that dangled from the clamps torturing Missy's nipples. The chain was connected at one end to Edna's nipple clamps and at the other to the ones that dangled from Anne-Marie's perky little breasts. As Anne-Marie walked around the table, it pulled hard on Missy's nipples.

"Do you know what your cherry is?" Anne-Marie asked?

"N-no."

"It's your virginity - I guess technically your hymen, but your virginity. I'm about to pop your anal cherry, then Mommy's going to pop your more traditional cherry. Soon you won't be a virgin, and it will be so much fun!" Anne-Marie exclaimed. 

"Please, no, no, anything but that. I'll help you both have all the orgasms you want. I'll do anything, but don't do that to me," Missy begged. Then she screamed "WOOOWWWWWW!" 

Edna had slapped the whip down hard over Missy's exposed vulva and anus. The pain was immense. 

"Nonsense. This must be done," Edna said. "Anne-Marie, please begin."

Anne-Marie anointed the dildo dangling obscenely from her groin with a heavy, thick lubricant, then inserted some of it into Missy's anus with her finger. She stepped up to the edge of the table, positioned the dildo against Missy's anus, and slowly began to push it into the defenseless girl's bowels.

"Ohh, it hurts it hurts it hurts, Stop! Stop! Stop!" Missy moaned. 

"Relax child," Edna said, caressing Missy's clitoris in an effort to distract her. "If you resist it just hurts more. Let it slip and slide in and out of you. Feel the pleasure. Let it grow in your loins."

"No, please no, stop!" Missy begged. She felt like her anus was being torn open as it slowly slipped into her. The tears she had been trying to hold back trickled down her cheeks.

"Never!" Anne-Marie giggled. Holding the dildo firmly, she pushed her hips forward, burying the rubber phallus deep into Missy. She didn't try to go too fast, but wanted to be all the way in Missy, too. After a moment Missy's sphincters relaxed and the dildo slid into her body more easily. Finally, she pressed her body hard against Missy's, the dildo completely sheathed inside Missy. The skin of Missy's thighs felt soft and warm against her own.

"Doesn't that feel nice," Anne-Marie whispered. "Keep touching her Mommy, I think she really like it, even if she doesn't say so."

Edna caressed Missy's clitoris, teasing and torturing it. Anne-Marie slowly pulled her hips back, and, just before the head of the dildo slipped from Missy's anus, quickly pushed forward. She pulled back again, then thrust hard, deep into Missy's body. Finally, she settled into a rhythm, moving in and out of Missy's grossly distended anus, the dildo's inside herself stimulating Anne-Marie pleasantly and insistently. Her second orgasm would come quickly tonight.

This was so terribly, awfully wrong, Missy thought. It hurt, a lot, when Anne-Marie first pushed into her, but now everything was throbbing and she was all wet and the most incredible tension was building up in her. She was going to explode if Edna kept playing with her clitoris and Anne-Marie kept doing what she was doing. It was wrong. She tried to resist, but her body betrayed her. If only Edna would rub her a little harder, then maybe it would be all over.

And then all of a sudden Anne-Marie was having her orgasm. She pounded the dildo deeper and deeper and harder and harder into Missy. "Oh that's it, that's it. Oh yeah, oh yeah. Deeper, deeper. Oh fuck, oh wow, oh it's so good, so good."

Missy watched, horrified, as the young girl writhed and moaned and cursed. Had she really said the f word? What could make her do something like that? What kind of a feeling did that to you? What if the feelings she was having now made her say something like that? Missy struggled, but her bonds held her tight. She felt Missy pounding into her, and then pushing her body hard against Missy's own. She could even feel Anne-Marie trembling as her orgasm happened.

When Anne-Marie's orgasm subsided, she stepped back from Missy, pulling the dildo from her anus and stretching the chain attached between their nipples taught.

Missy felt pain and emptiness at the same time. Her breasts and nipples were tender and sore, but swollen and aroused at the same tie. Her anus felt terribly empty all of a sudden. Edna had not stopped stroking her, but something was missing. She just felt congested and swollen and empty, all at the same time. If only this would all end.

Edna stepped around the end of the bench and rested the black rubber dildo protruding grotesquely from her groin against Missy's labia.

"Noooo, please no," Missy moaned, realizing what was about to happen. "Anything but that. Please Edna, please don't."

Edna just smiled. There was nothing quite like that first penetration. She almost envied men, being able to feel with their appendage the soft, warm, wet sheath of a woman. But it wasn't as good as having that sheath, she reminded herself. No penis would ever be as sensitive as a clitoris.

It was time. This innocent child must be penetrated, her virginity taken, her innocence stripped away from her. But not so much that she would reach orgasm. She would have to beg for that.

"Anne-Marie, open Missy up for me," Edna demanded.

Anne-Marie reached down, grasped Missy's inner labia, and pulled them open, exposing her wet, pink vagina. Missy twitched, but her bonds kept her from moving.

"How nice," Edna said, and pushed her hips forward, inserting the dildo into Missy's turgid flesh.

"Stop Edna, please stop," Missy begged, feeling herself stretch open to accommodate the invading phallus. This was terrible. How could Edna do this to her? And how could her body accommodate that terrible thing. Her vagina felt stretched unnaturally wide. And then a bolt of pain shot through her.

"Noooo!!!" Missy screamed, realizing what was happening.

Edna pushed forward, testing the resistance of Missy's hymen.

"Missy, this may hurt a little, but it will be over quickly. Then it will feel terribly nice," Edna said quietly. 

She pulled her hips back a little, and the dildo almost slipped out of Missy. As it moved out of her, Missy hoped against hope that Edna would stop. She begged again,

"Don't do it Edna, please don't do it."

SWAT! 

Anne-Marie swung the whip hard against Missy's distended breasts. At the same time, Edna thrust forward, hard, pushing the dildo deep into Missy, tearing through her hymen.

"Noooooooo!!!!" Missy sobbed. She was in tremendous pain and her precious virginity was gone. Her breasts hurt, her vagina stung terribly, and, worst of all, she was no longer a virgin. These horrendous women had robbed her of everything.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Anne-Marie swung the whip down onto Missy's breasts and belly over and over again. Edna began to saw in and out of Missy's vagina. Blood tinged the dildo - the blood of Missy's virginity.

Missy sobbed and sobbed. She could no longer think coherently. All she could do is feel the pain of the whip and the dildo. And then the very worst thing that could happen did. Anne-Marie stopped whipping her and began to gently rub Missy's clitoris. The pain that had accompanied Edna's thrusts was turning to pleasure. Missy could feel every bump and ripple on the dildo moving in and out of her, stimulating her vagina in a way she never thought possible. Anne-Marie in her bottom had felt incredible. This feeling made that one only a faint, pleasant memory. 

Missy sobbed even more. This pleasure was wrong - the minister had told her. It was only animal - she did not love or care for these women - it was wrong to be with a woman this way, much less two. But her body was betraying her. She tried to move against Anne-Marie's hand, and her vagina clenched around the dildo, trying to feel it everywhere. She wanted it to never stop - for this feeling to grow and grow and grow until she exploded with pleasure. 

Oh how could this be? It was wrong, so wrong, Missy thought. 

And then the feelings became too much. She didn't want to feel them, she wanted them to go away, but her body made her. She writhed and moaned and tried to get more and more and feel more and more. And then she said it.

"Fuck me, Edna, fuck me" Missy moaned. "Make me have an orgasm. Play with my nipples Anne-Marie. I want to feel your hands. Make my clitty hard and red. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

All the time she was doing this Missy was crying and sobbing. Her body had taken over, making her say these terrible things, but her mind told her over and over that it was wrong, to resist.

And then it got worse. Anne-Marie pulled the clamps from her nipples. Edna pulled the dildo out of her. They untied her, and left her gasping, her vagina gaping open, her hips moving up and down, searching for stimulation. 

Missy's body demanded more, despite her mind telling her that it was over, that she was free.

"Oh Edna, oh Anne-Marie, don't stop, don't stop. I'm not finished, I'm not done. Let me have an orgasm. Let me come. Don't stop fucking me. Don't stop whipping me."

She reached, weakly, toward Edna, but Edna stepped back out of reach. Missy's vagina ached. It felt so empty, so hollow now. It was a terrible feeling. Missy looked at Anne-Marie beseechingly, but the young woman just shook her head back and forth. Missy had to have something, something more. She reached for herself. If they wouldn't do it, she'd masturbate. Missy could make herself have an orgasm. She knew she could.

"Don't you dare," Edna hissed, grabbing Missy's arm. "You may only have an orgasm when I say so."

"Oh please Edna, please," Missy begged. "I know it's wrong, but I have to have an orgasm. I hurt, I ache for it. Please, please."

Edna lay down on the bed, the dildo still thrusting obscenely from her hips. 

"If you must, you can ride me," she told Missy.

"Oh thank you, thank you," Missy said. She clambered onto the bed and straddled the older woman. 

Swat! Anne-Marie was whipping her back again.

"Oh thank you, thank you," Missy cried. She grasped the phallus, positioned it at the mouth of her vagina, and sank down over it. It filled her, and the empty feeling that had tormented her a few minutes before was gone.

Swat! Swat! Swat! Anne-Marie was beating her now.

Each time the whip came down on her back Missy jerked forward, and her clitoris rubbed against the soft leather of Edna's harness, sending jolts of pleasure through her loins. It still wasn't enough.

"Anne-Marie," Missy begged, "Please fuck my ass. Put your dildo in me and fuck me, hard." She bent forward, offering her anus to Anne-Marie.

Anne-Marie looked questioningly at her mother. 

"Go ahead, dear. Fuck her like crazy," Edna told her.

The young red-head clambered onto the bed, positioned herself behind Missy, spread her bottom-cheeks with both hands and then thrusting forward, burying her own dildo deep into Missy.

"Oh fuck yes!" Missy cried. It felt so good, so wonderful. Both of her holes were full, and Edna had grabbed and was playing with her breasts. She was even sucking on her nipples. Pleasure raced through her body. She felt her nipples harden again, and her clitoris felt enormous.

Anne-Marie began to thrust in and out of Missy's bottom. Missy could feel the dildo drag over her tissues, rubbing against the dildo buried in her vagina. She twitched and rubbed against Edna's groin, trying to push herself over the edge.

"What are you doing, you filthy, awful tramp. You sinner, stop this immediately!" 

The voice was inside Missy's head. It kept berating her, telling her to stop, that what she was doing was wrong. Missy realized it was her conscience, telling her what she knew was right. But her body ignored the voice, pushing, rubbing, gyrating against Edna and Anne-Marie, trying to find every bit of stimulation it could.

Swat! Swat! SWAT!"

Anne-Marie was whipping her again, still thrusting in and out. The pain didn't matter. It just made her even more aroused, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

"STOP RIGHT NOW OR YOU'RE GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL!" 

The voice in her head was shouting now. Missy burst into tears again. She wanted to stop, but her body wouldn't let her. It kept doing what it wanted, and now her vagina and anus were clamping down around the dildo's moving inside her.

"Nooo, don't stop, don't stop. Stop, stop, don't, don't," Missy didn't know what she was doing. Her head said stop, her breasts and groin wouldn't let her. She cried and cried. The tension mounted in her. Her whole body throbbed. Her mind was torturing her, but the feelings in her body were just as bad, just as demanding. It had to end. She had to stop. But she couldn't.

Missy held out for as long as she could. This was lust, it was evil, it was wrong - especially with two other women creating it. Edna was sucking and tugging and caressing her breasts as they dangled in front of her. Anne-Marie kept thrusting in and out, and hitting her over and over again with the whip. Missy's mind kept telling her to stop, that what she was doing was wrong and evil. But she couldn't. Her body demanded release.

Finally it was too much. Missy's clitoris burned with the fires of hell, her nipples felt enormous and hard, her vagina and bowels full, her back tender and sore and stinging, and it just was all too much. 

"TAKE ME LORD, TAKE ME. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME. IT IS TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH, IT BURNS, IT BURNS," Missy screamed out.

She gave up to the sensations and they took over, racing throughout her body, from clitoris to nipples to anus, through her arms and legs and head, and the orgasm took her and she screamed and shook, trembling and twitching, burying her head between Edna's breasts, and then she collapsed against the older woman. Anne-Marie continued to push deeply into her anus, thrusting over and over again, drawing out the orgasm for as long as she could.

Missy's orgasm went on for five full minutes, and she twitched and trembled for fifteen minutes after that. Edna was still holding her tight, their loins connected by the rubber phallus strapped to one and buried in the others vagina. Anne Marie lay on top of her, her own dildo buried in Missy's bottom. Missy sobbed and cried, upset that she had given in to the lustful feelings, and distraught over the thought that she wanted it to happen again and again and again.




Edna's Little Pool Orgy



Big tit mature Edna keeps the fires hot. See Edna's other story and the gobsmacked series for background.

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After coming in late last night from North Texas, I left Diane's truck coupled to our RV and just brought her stuff in. We were all fairly tired and there would be plenty of time to unhook in the morning. As I brought our sister's baggage inside, I placed it in the guest room, some on the floor, and some on the bed to let her decide how to unpack. Edna was putting our stuff up, while Denise had made a beeline for the bathroom needing to pee.

Diane came out and I let her know where her stuff was in case she wanted her toiletries out. I proceeded into the master bedroom to strip down to shorts and slippers and relax a little. That was interrupted by Edna yelling for my help as she was still working in the kitchen with stuff we had taken with us.

Passing the guest room, I was delighted to see the backside of a very nude Diane who was changing into a sheer teddy. Her big tits swayed from side to side as she moved and I was feeling the small guy twitch, but I continued on to help Edna out.

With things finally cleared up, I poured us all glasses of wine and called for Diane to join us in the living room. Diane sashayed out with her teddy, flashing those great tits and legs. We all toasted to our reunion and a solemn toast for Frank. I started to watch TV; it was too early for news, so I looked thru the movie channels. I found a show already started that read "The Hills have Thighs" which intrigued me, so I pulled it up. Popping up was a bevy of large titted women having sex with two guys in the desert. They were slamming into each other and those mammories were swaying and flapping like nobody's business. I heard Edna say, "Les you bastard, you put that movie on purposely."

I looked her way to respond, but my gaze was altered to see Diane frigging her pussy while watching the movie. I continued to watch her hand actively burrow into her privates and alter her breathing as she became aroused. I also noticed Edna paying close attention to the scene unfolding beside us rather than the TV screen. Diane was still glued to the action on display as the actresses were flopping their huge tits against the fake boulders in the desert scene. I didn't fail to take in that the tits in the movie were big, but both women on the couch next to me were that and then some. 

I had by now taken my hard shaft out of my shorts and began jacking. To the other side of me, Edna had taken her huge tits out and was cupping them or should I say, attempting to hoist them up more, which because of their size and weight, she could not.

On the screen, one guy was now fucking two women doggy style with both the girls bent over, holding on to the fake scenery. This was a cue in my brain as I slid over to both Edna and Diane and had them kneel on the sofa, asses up and faces in the pillows. I then dropped my shorts off, jacked my very erect cock a few times and proceeded to line my very ready rod behind a wet and slick pussy belonging to my sister. Effortless entry into the molten pot and as I withdrew, coated with her juices. Diane was truly heated, for by the 5th stroke or so, she began pussy farting because of her wetness.

Edna had left her position on the couch and had slid under me. With her in this position she raised her head and stuck out her elongated tongue to lick along my shaft and taste the pussy juice left on it, straight from Diane's pussy. The heat, wetness and tightness of Diane was keeping me very hard and very determined to bring ample pleasure to both of these hot oldies and of course, myself.

Edna was very worked up as well as she would grasp for my cock when I would withdraw from Diane and attempt to suck me directly. On occasion she would succeed and slurp and polish my knob with ample spit and tongue lathering. When that would happen, Diane would squawk and rotate her lower torso to get me to resume my fucking. After several deep throat inhalations, Edna would bring me back to our sister and personally see that my cock would get back in to exercise that pussy.

Edna now quit her antics with her mouth and got up to face me as she straddled the back of Diane. Edna's huge tits hung down almost to the small of Diane's back and she grabbed my shoulders forcing me forward so I could latch my lips on her nipples. While slamming my hot prick harder into Diane, my lips suctioned the ponderous tits of my wife. Pure heaven on earth was the feeling in my groin as the sperm was cooking in my loins and I knew would be heading upward and outward soon.

Considering the play we had undertaken on the drive home, I was pretty impressed with my performance since I had not taken any enhancers. In fact I had left the Viagra at home, and been just with my own libido this trip. Granted my cum levels were not high after several sessions, but the ability to cum was not diminished. 

I had taken my hands off of Diane's hips, placing them over Edna's tits to feed them to my mouth. Diane continued to fuck back exceptionally well, forcing herself back to my balls in her search for her orgasm. I did drop one hand to one of Diane's tits and felt the difference in both women. Diane's tits were big, but quite smaller than Edna's, very firm and the nipple was exceptionally hard and big. Edna's tit was far softer but heavier, softer nipple but more extended. I had a fleeting thought about going back to school and being a breast doctor so I could feel and play with a wide variety of boobs.

My cock was beginning to throb and pulse, the friction with Diane's steamy fuck hole was working, like a drilling rig for oil, my "white oil" was coming up the pipeline. I was also beginning to see a great deal of fluid on the back and hair of Denise. I hadn't noticed before but Denise was working several fingers into Edna's overactive cunt and the squirting was rather impressive. This pushed me over the top and my cum was being jetted into Denise with alarming haste and strength. Edna also was rocking with her orgasm and I lost contact with her swinging hooters.

My organ also was being flooded by an active pussy from Denise as she evidently reached her cum. Thankfully over the years we have been cautious with Edna's active ejections of fluid and we had ample protection on the furniture as well as towels close by.  We all used the towels as if we had showered in the living room.

The exertion from this activity and the previous activity of our drive left us all with extreme exhaustion and we all quickly said our goodnights as I cut off the TV and lights. No sooner had Edna and I hit the bed, as we were out cold. I assume that Diane experienced the same tiredness and succumbed just as quickly.

I was up quite early and decided while the coffee was brewing, I would go outside and uncouple Denise's truck from our RV. While doing so I waved to some of the neighbors who were outside, either getting their papers or doing a little weeding. As my back was turned, a car horn went off. When I turned I saw my neighbor Jack Hanson in his car out by the curb, waving. I waved back and walked toward the curb to say hello.

"Morning Jack, how are you this fine morning" I started.

"Great Les, how about you? How was your trip, get too rich for the neighborhood with your winnings at the casino?" Jack questioned.

"The trip was great, however we left our winnings back in the casino so they could build another hotel tower" I joked.

Jack started to laugh and said great, great. I asked him where he was headed to so early.

"Oh, I'm going by the office for a bit, then to the bank and post office. Do you need anything while I'm out?" inquired a still chuckling Jack.

"No thanks, we're fine, I was just going to invite you to stop in later maybe for a drink and a swim. Edna and I brought out sister down from North Texas and I would like to introduce you. Is Janet also around?" I asked.

"No, she went to help her younger sister with her plans for her wedding. It's not for another 6 months but the way women change things, you can't get started early enough" Jack noted.

"God I know what you mean."

"But for that drink and swim, I sure am interested. I should be back in about 3 hours, would that be all right?" Jack quizzed.

"That's great Jack, whatever time you return we'll be inside or by the pool. Just come on in."

"Thanks Les see you later" as Jack sped off toward town.

I finished unhooking the pickup and parked it off to the side. I then drove the RV to it's protective A frame covering next to the garage. The sun was up strongly now and the Texas heat was beginning to bake the pavement, so I decided to get back inside, maybe rustle up a little chow for me and the ladies.

A cool draft of air hit me as I entered the house but I still decided to take my shirt off since it was a tad wet from the activity of outside. I found Edna up and in the kitchen, drinking coffee and lazily looking outside.

"I heard people talking outside, was it you and someone else?" I was quizzed.

"Yup, I was talking with Jack. He'll stop in later to meet Diane and maybe have a cocktail with us" I informed Edna as I poured myself a second cup.

Edna got a slight smile to her face and giggled a bit. "You dirty dog Les. You know dam well that Jack will go ape over Diane's tits. What you don't know is if she will play along or this thing going on now is just with us because we are safe and family." 

She was right of course. I had not bothered to check Diane's pulse on the matter, but I thought that with her new felt freedom, that more sex would follow in due course. I hoped I was right, plus Jack was a very convincing fellow, just look how he brought Edna out of her complex and helped bring out the wild animal lust inside. I owed him that.

We leisurely got breakfast together and by this time Diane had gotten up and joined us. She had decided to be nude and her new figure was very sweet on the eyes. Her big firm tits and that shaved snatch kept my full attention the whole morning. Upon seeing Diane this way, Edna thought not nude is rude and she tossed her robe off and went el natural. 

Not be left out, I to joined in the birthday suit party, waving my little leg menacingly if any of those two giant breasted ladies came close. We laughed and told stories and jokes for the rest of the morning as we had no particular plans for the day.

I glanced outside and remarked that the pool looked tranquil and relaxing, perhaps we could move outside. I offered to get the ladies some cocktails or wine and we could bask in the sum to our hearts content. I got two very hearty and receptive, let's go. 

Following those four glorious ass cheeks outside, I could not remember the last time I fucked Edna outside or in the pool. We had done that often when we first moved in years ago and had the pool installed. If fact other than the bed, most of our carnal pleasure was pool related. Over the years we had deposited a huge amount of sperm and pussy juice into that swimming arena.

Both Edna and Diane got in immediately while I poured some wine for us all. With their entries into the pool, the wave action caused by their bodies had the water slap at their large tits and the coolness of the water had their nipples stiffen and get larger. They both laughed as the water made their tits buoyant and bob on the water like corks. Diane began to swim to the other side and Edna gently walked along to the deeper level of the pool, her melons rising higher the deeper she went. I watched intently the rise of each of Diane's ass cheeks as she swum the length of the pool and lapped back. When she stopped, her massive pillows became flotation devices and held her still and head out of the water. All this sight stimulation, plus the first three gulps of wine, and thoughts in my head, had my cock hard and pointed straight out, like a pointer dog sensing a target. A wet pussy target, specifically.

Edna had moved to the ledge that ran the length of one third the pool. It was in about two foot of water and would allow you to plant your hands on it and kick out with your legs and feet for good exercise. That is what Edna was doing, causing a big splash with her lower body and also those boulders of her upper torso. This old dog had found his first target.

I strode strongly into the pool, the cooler water not bothering me or my weapon at all. In fact, once under water, my cock acted as a ships hull, parting the waters to its berth, which happened to be closer and closer in the shape of a red haired cunt belonging to my adorable wife Edna.

Churning the water up with my stride, I reached Edna as she was exercising her legs by kick swimming along the ledge. Her immense tits almost made contact with the ledge below on which she was bracing herself using her hands. Upon reaching her I grabbed her tit flesh from below and searched for her hardened nipples. Startled a bit, Edna turned to me and smiled because she knew I wanted to play.

Edna stopped her leg play and instead moved her knees to the ledge. This gave me the perfect height and position to fuck her doggy. Once the water had calmed down, I place my pelvic area directly behind her ass and grabbed my steely cock in hopes of enjoying a hot love hole. It didn't take me long to locate and engage my prize.

We love fucking in the pool since weight is no issue and we can sometimes fuck in positions that are more difficult outside. I was doing a slow but steady fuck with my hot wife and was really unaware of my other surroundings. That changed when waves hit me in the back followed by a set of hands rubbing my ass and balls.

Diane had come up behind us from her swim and quickly made our little rendezvous a threesome of lust. Diane stood up behind me and hugged me with her hands over my chest and with her wonderful tits and crotch rubbing my back and ass. This brought additional blood to my prick and with that, I drove it more urgently inside my wife. With the harder thrusting, Edna's tits, slightly out of the water were slapping against the tile coping of the pool. The smacking noise of her tits on ceramic echoed in our little space.

At this point Diane left my back and made herself parallel to Edna, side by side. Reaching over with her hand, she turned Edna's head and went lip to lip and tongue to tongue with her. I dropped one hand from Edna's hips and let it wander over to the ass of Diane with the intention of slipping a finger or two up her pussy. I did this without looking over and discovered that my aim was off slightly and my middle finger had begun to sink into her asshole instead. Diane gave out a yelp and a full body jerk to my invasion, leading me to think she may be an anal virgin. This would be something to explore later for sure.

Now finally my digits were in the right hole and I burrowed three fingers in past the knuckles. Diane was rotating her hips and grinding her pussy on my hand. Meanwhile my slamming into Edna's horny hole was driving me wild. The flow of her squirting discharge was elegantly hot on my cock, considering the cool water we were in. 

The sound now of four tits on coping was deafening, the rhythm of the slapping sounds plus the moaning and the splashes of water caused a more heightened sexual atmosphere. 

We were all very focused on our pleasure and failed to notice the sounds of a sliding glass door open and a figure appear before us. Startled at first, I looked up to see Jack Hanson standing there with a great big grin. He came to the edge of the pool so it was impossible to miss the bulge from his shorts.

"I sorry he said. I knocked several times, nobody answered, plus you did tell me to come in."

My concern was for Diane, we had not told her we may have a visitor. We should not have worried. Diane's mouth remained in an O shape and her body did not miss a beat as she kept slamming on my fingers. She did smile upward at Jack, but showed no sign of embarrassment or desire to cover up.

I mentioned to Jack to come on in, the water was fine along with everything else in the pool. He continued grinning as he discarded his shirt and shorts, finally peeling off his underwear. His cock was at full attention and bounced up and down as he entered the pool without hesitation.

He waded up to Edna and he got close she reached out and guided that hard cock to her lips. Jack placed one hand on her head and played with her hair; the other reached beneath her and fondled one of her pendulous breasts as the other slapped the wall of the pool. Edna was making guttural moaning sounds as my slamming of her pussy and her sucking off Jack had made her reach the peak of horniness. 

I still had a few more strokes in me, so I decided to be a good neighbor and offer Edna to Jack. I blurted out, "take my place" as I moved over to Diane's backside and now inserted my almost exploded cock into her fiery hole. Jack withdrew his cock from the reluctant lips of Edna, positioned himself behind her, urgently and roughly pushed his tool into Edna's liquid and loose cunt. 

Both women began to wail like braying donkeys as Jack and I hit their holes with all we had. We gave up trying to cradle their tits and just allowed them to bash forward and create a backlash tsunami of water. We just kept hammering those pussies while they were jolting thru impressive orgasms. Edna sensed that Jack was getting close, so in between her waves of pleasure, she blurted out that Diane should receive his load. 

Now Edna had told Diane of our antics at the neighborhood parties as well as our recent road trip; whether she mentioned the huge quantity of cum that Jack lets loose, I don't know. But we all honored her request and Jack and I did another switch off.

When I rammed my on the edge prick into Edna again, I knew I only had a few strokes left. I think Jack was the same way. Jack really focused down on the job at hand, his pace within Diane was with blurring speed and he crouched over her back so he could play with her dangling tits and long nipples. I slowed so I could witness the explosion they were on the verge of.

Jack could not hold back the floodgates, he emoted sounds and some cuss words as he let loose his copious load. His ass cheeks flexed repeatedly as his cum flew into the warm love tunnel of Diane. Diane at first had a reaction of lust but as the cum load obviously became larger and stronger inside her, her demeanor changed as she began to shout "Oh my God" over and over. This was I am sure her first encounter with a true cum fountain.

Several minutes flew by and it still appeared based on the sounds and body action, that Jack was still forcing his cum out. Maybe it was impulse on his part, but if there was any chance that his sperm was still ejecting, it had to be a pint.

Before he subsided, I began my rather puny ejaculation inside Edna's clutching and wet hole. Though my load was more everyman, or at least my age, it was absolute bliss for me and Edna's whimpering told me she enjoyed it as well.

When we removed our withered organs from their prizes, my come oozed out while there was a pouring from Diane's abused pussy that rivaled the lava flows of Hawaii. Jack had topped himself with a monster cum.

Since all four of us were winded, we unraveled from each other and fell back into the pool to recover our wits. It was then that Edna made the introduction between Jack and Diane, to which we all had a great laugh. Nothing like fucking first; then meeting who you fucked.

We all continued to joke about and lounge lazily in the pool. Sometimes one would swim a little but mostly it was standing or floating along. We had a great laugh when Edna and Diane were close to each together, facing one another, when Jack came up from underneath and caught both their set of tits on his shoulders. It looked like a giant tit life preserver was holding his head out of the water. Taking advantage, Jack would rotate his body so he suck each tit a little with a huge smile. The women were laughing loudly forcing their breasts to heave up and down, sometimes smacking Jack in the nose.




Edna's Little Pool Orgy



Their playfulness continued awhile till we noticed how long we had been in the water. The water wrinkles began showing on the fingertips, so it was decided we would get, possibly get a little lunch and drink. It was a beautiful sight seeing Edna and Diane exit the pool, dripping water off their bodies, especially their huge tits. To watch droplets form and then cascade down off of their swollen nipples was hot.

After toweling off, the girls went inside and Jack and I got the seating and table ready. Jack was very thankful for the invite and was very complementary of Diane and her fucking ability. He and I continued to get the patio ready for our snack when inside Edna hollered that the plates and platter were ready to come out. Going inside I found the two women like schoolgirls, giggling and acting all sassy. When I asked what was going on, Edna told me that they were amused when Jack came inside Diane. She at first thought with the volume he was dumping, that he might be pissing in her. When she realized that he had that much cum, she got more excited and told Edna of her long held fantasy of a bukkake.

This got my interest and I mentioned that maybe another neighborhood party was in order and she could have that wish fulfilled. Diane was ecstatic to hear that and would love to be involved. Both women had a new step in their gait as they walked around the kitchen, humming nothing in particular.

The girls decided to grab quick showers to get the chlorine smell off their bodies. Meanwhile I carried platters outside for our lunch, where Jack was now sitting, catching a few rays. I told Jack of the girl's conversation inside and Diane wanting a bukkake, he was more than ready and willing to participate. We kept trying to figure out whose turn it was to host the next party and both of us remembered Gwen. We were both going to make a concerted effort to get the ball rolling as Jack said he would call Gwen as well as our party leader, Amber.

Edna and Diane came back outside from their fresh showers, still nude to join us at the table. More small talk resumed and Diane told some funny stories of my brother Frank before he died. Even though they were quite laughable, I did hurt inside that he longer was with us. I particularly was thinking to myself what he would have thought of our fucking his wife and his lost opportunity to plaster Edna. I awoke from my daydream when Edna asked me to refresh everyone's tea glasses. 

With everyone's appetite suppressed, Jack and Diane moved to the couple's rocker to be more comfortable. Both Edna and I started to put the food back inside, especially the refrigerated stuff. Each time I came out, Diane was a little closer to Jack while he was flicking at her large tits and rolling her nipples like you see guys flip coins between their fingers. Diane would gently rub his thigh and gave glancing touches to Jack's balls.

The next time I came outside, Edna was with me. Glancing over at Jack and Diane, she went over and told Jack to get up. When he did, Edna sat down and told him to place his cock between her tits, which he most happily did. Diane wanted to play as well so Jack went back and forth between the two sets of monster size tits. When he did the size difference was noticeable. When giving Diane a tit fuck, she would hold up and press her tits together, giving Jack a good seal for his cock. The head of his cock would push out from those mounds with his foreskin pushing back to reveal his piss slit. When he shifted to Edna he had to help her hold up and push together her pendulous melons. Even at that his decent sized dick would hardly break the surface of the top of her breasts. The proverbial needle in a haystack line was how Jack's cock could be described.

Jack continued his assault of tit fucking while I wanked my member to join him. Once he left Diane to go back to Edna's boobs, I jumped in and offered my weapon to play hide and seek in Diane's voluptuous mounds. 

Jack was obviously nearing his eruption cycle as he was rubbing his dick furiously in the sweet confines of my wife's extraordinary bosom. Blurting out he was coming, Jack fired a long rope of cum straight in the air, only to fall on front part of Edna's red hair. The second jolt made a slap sound as it fired into her forehead with force and began a slow slide down to the bridge of her nose. Successive ropes of cum started to splatter on her cheeks and lips as they became lower and less forceful. After about the 5 shot, Edna's face resembled a glazed snow cone as some drops would drip from her chin and her nose, which of course, rested on her lips. Jack beat the rest of his cum out of his cock, which for the most part dribbled on her heaving tits.

This of course fired me up, and removing my dick from the warm confines of Diane's hooters, I jacked out a good load, of course nothing compared to Jack, right into the face and mouth of my hungry acting sister. She grabbed my cock and smeared the remnants all over her face and licked deep into my pee slit to forage any cum left in there.

With both Jack and I done firing our missiles, we stepped back to watch the ladies clean each other up like cats. With tongues out and extended and lips forming vacuum seals, the deposits of cum saturating both women was disappearing. Diane slathered her tongue the length of Edna's nose and ate the chunky seed that rested there, while Edna suckled on her sisters cheeks to siphon off my ejaculate.

Believe me if there was a way to get hard again this scene would be it. But between Jack and me the draining process was complete. We just continued to watch the porn action in front of us with lust in our hearts and brains, but non in the loins.

When the ladies were fairly cleaned up, they pulled each other up and sped to the pool where they jumped in with some screaming. Once in they splashed each other and cleaned off any remnant of their carnal activity.

Jack went over to his clothes and quickly dressed saying he had to get back to his house for a conference call. Evidently his partner was out of the country at a jobsite and they had to discuss the next course of action to get the customers system back up. He thanked me profusely for the invite and was looking forward with a wink to completing Diane's fantasy.

With that he left my side and walked to the pool, leaned down and gave both Edna and Diane sweet kisses among his accolades of having a great time with them. With the women standing up in the pool, tits out of the water, Jack could not help himself and fondled both sets of tits again. Jack was the consummate tit man.

After Jack left, the ladies continued to play in the pool, whereas I went inside to shower. The rest of the day was more leisure and rest. In the evening we finally put a movie on which was drab and contributed to us all nodding off. I excused myself and went to bed.

After about an hour or so, I awoke to find myself alone and the house dark. Walking down the hall, I found that Edna had crawled into the guest bed with Diane and they were both asleep. Missing my wife I climbed in between them making sure their wonderful tits rested on each side of my face and I had natural earplugs. That's how I finally fell asleep to the wonderful feel of tits and the thought of the golden years being great.

You younger folks have a lot to look forward to if you are with the right people.