Catalog 4

Marca paid him and he put the mower away and left. As Marca was bringing in her groceries from the garage, she noticed a magazine on one of the shelves. Marca picked it up and saw that it was not the only one but a stack of them was upon the higher shelve. A stack of Playboy and Penthouse magazines! She wondered if Ed had been looking at the magazines while she was gone. The thought of this Mexican yardman that they hired to keep the place looking like a show place was peeking at the naked women made her smile. Typical guy, she thought. She refused to admit the spark of excitement that ran through her when she remembered Ed coming from behind the garage with his jeans undone, but she couldn’t easily put it out of her mind. He couldn’t be, wouldn’t be, in broad daylight? No!
The next week, Marca purposely came home early from her busy day of shopping, it is a hard job but someone has to do it. She entered the house and went to her room. Because of the curve of the driveway, the back of the garage faced the master bedroom at the rear of the house. The backyard was secluded, with a high wooden fence encircling that part of the yard that was used for nude sunbathing, girl has to keep this body looking good, the rear wall of the garage serving as part of the backyard enclosure. Marca went to the window of her large master bath and peeked through the blinds. Ed was working on one of the flower and plant beds and had his back to her. I think I’ll give the boy something to really get excited about.
Marca has a stunning figure. She works out 4 days a week and being of mixed descent just adds to her beauty. : She has ancestors from Europe, Latin, Africa and God knows where else; their blood has combined to create a gorgeous creature with a killer body, an exotic face and curly, flowing dark hair. Tanning won’t do much for Ms. Marca’ dark skin, but she’s not worried about looking good, because she knows she does - just feeling good. Today Marca has put on an awfully skimpy bikini. All of her swimsuits are revealing - she doesn’t even own a one-piece - but this one is a little black number with spaghetti ties and a thong back that could pass for thick dental floss.
Marca goes outside to the patio and setup one of the lounge chair so she can get some sun and let Ed see what she has. She puts down a towel and makes a big deal of stretching onto her chaise lounge. There’s a bottle of suntan oil on the table beside her; she keeps it out on the patio, so it’s warm from the sun at all time. She opens the bottle and lets the oil drip onto her palm. She starts rubbing the oil over her arms, her shoulders and neck, her legs and belly. She sets the bottle down, lies back and closes her eyes.
After an hour of sun she went into the house and to her bedroom to see if she could see what Ed was doing. Ed was seated, leaning against the garage, looking at a Penthouse magazine. He wore cut off and no shirt. As he flipped through the pages, his hand idly toyed with the front of his jeans.
“That son-of-a-bitch”, Marca thought. As she stared, Ed suddenly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Marca’s breath caught in her throat has Ed removed a thick swollen cock from his Jeans. His hand only obscured half of his cock from Marca’s view. I gasped OH MY GOD! He was huge, I mean he made guys in porno flicks look small. It looked like he had another arm. I couldn’t believe it, no way!
He began to slowly stroke himself, still looking at the magazine. Unconsciously, Marca’s right hand slid under her shirt and found her left nipple. Ed put the magazine down and leaned his head against the garage wall as his hand found a rhythm of long eager strokes. Perspiration trickled down his lean torso and his stomach muscles tensed with each stroke. Marca was lost in his pleasure with him, enjoying the sight of his large thick cock sliding through his hand.
Suddenly, his head tilted upward and his back arched. His hand began to move faster and his hips met the movement of each stroke. Marca was startled by the first spurt. It flew outward and landed in the grass beyond Ed’s feet. Then another one, almost as strong, squirted from his brown hard cock and onto his chest. He nursed his cock deliberately, cum oozing down his shaft and over his hand. Marca turned from the window and caught a glimpse of herself in her bathroom mirror. Flames of red washed her skin, flowing from her chest to her neck. She couldn’t remember getting that turned on. Iv had peeking tom’s for as long as I can remember, but here I was doing what they had been doing to me. She splashed water on her face and brushed her hair.
Marca exited the house as Ed was putting the mower away. She thanked him and paid him, but was at a loss for the small talk that they usually enjoyed. As she walked back into the house, she could feel the lips of her pussy sliding against one another as only they do when she is very wet and excited. She felt a little embarrassed while at the same time she wanted to flirt with Ed. Damn I had the urge to let him see me nude and let him jerk off to my body one more time!
This became her ritual, Thursday after Thursday, watching Ed. She came to know his method and his pace and she came to love the thickness and dark brown of his cock. But most of all, she loved to see him cum, the muscles tensing and the powerful squirts of semen. She longed to look more closely and she had on more that one occasion fantasized about feeling his warm cum squirting on her, on her breasts and face. She started do her sunbathing whenever Ed is around, wanting him to see her body, see her touch herself.
Then one day, she made a discovery that almost made her faint. It was on a day Ed was not working and she had been getting in some nude sunning. She was in the back yard sunning when she happened to go to the spot where Ed always jerked off.
She took his place and looked toward the window where she always stood. It is an over used phrase, but it is the best one to describe what Marca felt-that terrible sinking feeling. Her bathroom window was recessed a few feet from the rest of the bedroom. On the bedroom wall was a window and that window looked directly through the bathroom door. On the outside of the bathroom door was a full-length mirror. When the door was open 45 degrees, as it was now, you could see the exact place where Marca stood every Thursday.
“Oh my God”, Marca whispered to herself. Had the door been in that position last Thursday, or the Thursday before? Because of the light, you couldn’t see directly into the bathroom window, but the view reflected in the door mirror was clear and stark. Had he looked, had he seen, did he know?
The next Thursday, Ed arrived and Marca was out doing her thing as usual. When she returned, Ed was not in sight. She went in the house, determined to stay away from the bathroom. She grabbed a soda went to her room, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the bathroom window. She knew if she were careful to close the door, Ed could not see her reflection in the mirror. Weak and wanting, she entered the bathroom and closed the door. Ed was there, leaning against the garage, reading a magazine. Marca felt horribly guilty, but her guilt was not as powerful as her desire. And since she had closed the door, all was ok.
Ed glanced toward the bedroom and a half smile appeared on his face. Marca was perplexed and a little troubled. Had he seen the door open before and now saw it closed? Did he know? She was actually frightened that she had made a fool of herself, a grown woman ogling the yardman. He might be mad or embarrassed, and rightfully so. She was turning to leave the bathroom when she noticed Ed ease himself up off of the ground. He turned and looked directly at her window. She knew he couldn’t see her the way the light was but still in unnerved her. As he faced her, he slowly unzipped his pants and lowered them to the ground.
He kicked the shorts aside with his foot and stood naked in front of her. He was not fully erect but somehow he looked even larger and thicker today. Looking directly at her, he began to touch himself lightly, running his fingers down the length of his shaft and under his balls. Marca could feel the heat in her face.
He seemed to be looking directly into her eyes. Ed took his cock in his right hand and began to stroke it very slowly; squeezing clear drops of juice from the end. He rubbed the juice on the head and shaft of his cock, making his strokes slippery and intensely erotic. Marca could not move. No, that is not correct; Marca would not move. Ed seemed to be relaxed and totally involved, caressing his cock with profound arousal. Marca’s hand snaked down her panties and found pools of juice between her folds. She sighed and probed her moist furrow, feeling so sensitive and alive and excited. She looked for the first time with open desire at Ed, pretense aside. “Oh yes, Ed, it is so beautiful, so hot, so exciting to watch your hand slide along your beautiful cock for me.” She didn’t even realize that she was talking out loud, but she was.
“Stroke it slow, make it last, let me watch forever. Watch me, Ed, my pussy is so hot.” Marca was totally naked and covered with sweat, two fingers buried in her hot fleshy tunnel. She had given in to the moment and there was no turning back. Ed began to move his hand with urgency as Marca watched. So familiar was she with his habits that she knew what was happening. Quietly she whispered, “Cum for me Ed, cum for me. Cum on me Ed, cum in me Ed, fill my mouth with your hot juice, cover my breasts.”
I want to feel it on me, dripping and sliding down my flesh.” Just as Ed erupted, Marca’s orgasm began and she felt the strong contractions against the fingers that were inside her. Her knees quivered as wave after wave of contraction erupted yet her eyes never left Ed’s pulsing squirting cock. She wanted to lick him clean and feel his softening flesh in her mouth. She wanted the last sweet drops on her tongue.
Ed left that day without being paid. Marca could not come out of the house and, as she remained naked in the bathroom, she was already thinking of next Thursday. All week, Marca felt ill at ease as she went through her routine. She was distracted and by her anxiety and continual arousal. She couldn’t get rid of the image of Ed so openly pleasuring himself for her. It made her feel vulnerable, wicked, nasty and more excited than she had been in a while. She had relived that moment in her fantasies several times a day, often adding twists to her fantasy that shocked her and made her confront the intensity of her desire. Yet, she had no idea what she would do when Ed arrived on Thursday or even if she wanted to be there, couldn’t stand to face him.
Again, Marca was out doing something when Ed arrived. When she got home, he was sweeping the drive. Marca had put on a V cut sweater and with a pushup bra her 40DD stood out like to sandbags that had been filled to over flowing. The 4” heels made her ass stick out and the tight ski slacks made her figure show as if she had nothing on. Ed eyes were all over her and she knew that she had his attention this time he could not help but look.
She paid him immediately for the last two weeks and apologized for failing to pay the previous week. Ed seemed to be his normal self, except for his looking her over more closely than anytime before. She went into her house and to the bathroom. “Put on the smallest bikini you got girl, today you make him go crazy!” She looked out her window as Ed crossed the lawn, shirtless and in his cutoffs as usual. She felt her wetness increase as Ed took his usual place against the garage. He wiped his face and chest with a towel and leaned his head against the wall. Just as his hand moved to his zipper, a horn honked in front of the house. Ed hopped up and ran to the driveway.
Marca ran to the living room and peeked out the window. The car drove away and Ed jumped in his truck and followed. Marca’s heart sank as he drove away. A weeks worth of anticipation descended on her, bringing frustration and sadness. She went back to the bedroom and put on her bikini and headed toward her back sunning spot. She plopped down on the lounge chair. As she sat, the heat of the moment seized her, confronting her with how intense was her desire to watch Ed had been. She suddenly feels naughty, nasty, like a kinky little slut! Marca began toying with the flesh of her inner thighs, tracing light circles just below her thong line. She threw one leg over the arm of the lounge chair and ran a finger up and down her moist slit.
She increased the pressure of her fingers and it forced a low moan from her throat. She bent over and began to rub and finger her ass and her brown rose bud, and began to lose herself in her pleasure. Even with her eyes closed, she detected the movement something told her to open her eyes look up! Her eyes opened to see Ed standing at his place. Marca watched. When his zipper was halfway down, he paused and looked my way. She suddenly had a view of herself as she must have looked through Ed’s eyes–leg over the chair, her hand busily playing with the nest of swollen folds between her legs, gaping and furry and a dark wet pink.
Marca was frozen. She wanted to call out! She wanted to hide! Oh God I want him to look at me look at my hand between my legs ministering to a ravenously hungry pussy? His calm face and relaxed stare gave her just a moment, a second, to hear a voice inside herself that she had repressed for so long. That voice was she, or a significant part of her that she never let out when others were around. The voice’s message was simple; “this is who you are and who you long to be at this moment. Show him your pussy and your breast. Masturbate for him! Show me that big cock let me see that big thing shoot off your cream, your sweet cream of love! It’s time for someone to see, to hear, and to know.
In a flash, the old Marca came back and she startled and began to raise her leg off the chair. Electricity bolted through Marca as she looked at him. His hand moved to his beautiful cock area and leisurely stroked the outside of himself before her. Ed was rubbing and stroking his pants as fast as he had ever done. He had to know I wanted him to shoot off on me! Ed came and stood beside her chair, his hand moving to his zipper. He took Marca’s hand; fingers still wet from her pussy and raised it to his zipper. She immediately felt shy, but she tugged at the zipper and watched it slowly descends. When the zipper reached bottom, Marca pulled on his jeans with her hand grasping at the opening. Slowly, inch-by-inch, his shaft was exposed, until it sprang free in front of her. His erection curved upward and was red and swollen.
Marca lowered the shoulder of her bikini and caressed her breast. She saw Ed’s pupils dilate at the sight. Her 40DD breasts were full, with the large dark nipples. Marca loved her breasts and loved the look on Ed’s face as she caressed herself. She raised herself and turned to the side of her chair where Ed stood. She took his cock in her hand and felt the blood coursing through the shaft. She touched the head of his cock to her nipple, releasing a sigh from Ed’s throat. She traced circles with him on her breast, spreading his moisture over her flesh. Ed watched with a quiet eagerness, eyes full of the soft flesh of Marca’s breasts. A brief pulse of Ed’s cock made him slip from her hand and bob in front of her face.
Marca briefly looked in Ed’s eyes before her mouth engulfed the head of his cock. She felt the lips of her pussy flare and swell, opening as symbol of her own availability. She cradled his balls and sucked and licked and tasted. She wanted his flavor and hardness and heat. Marca had always been a cum swallower, but only rarely did she feel like she did now. That feeling of wanting desperately to feel a man swell in her mouth and flood her with hot juice, juice that she would savor and taste and consume and, yes, even begs for more.
Ed’s knees began to weaken and low moans came from his throat. Marca’s free hand found their way between her legs. Ed, choked out “I’m gonna cum soon.” Marca, on the verge of her own orgasm, raised her eyes to his and removed his cock from her mouth. She buried her head against his thighs and balls and whispered, Oh Ed, please cum for me, I want it all Ed, please.” No sooner did she slide his sweet cock to her breast than she felt him swell and heard his breath become jagged. His soft forceful squirts bathed her breast and nipples and her face as she tried to caught it in her open mouth to taste his wild sexy cream. She didn’t want it to end.
Marca took Ed in her mouth to lick and clean his cum covered cock and did not remove it until he began to soften. Even soft, he was large and sweet and wonderful against her tongue. Ed backed away moved in front of her, gazing down. In a moment of purest naughtiness, Marca raised her hips and spread her moist lips between two fingers. Her eyes finally captured his away from her hungry pinkness and she reached to pull him down to his knees.
In a whisper she said, “FUCK ME YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!”

“Ok, so what does your husband not do now that you’ve had a kid?” MaryAnn asked the group. “Or wife of course.”
I was used to just being another face. I would get together with the group of moms after dropping off out kids at school, and very quickly learned not to edit what they talked about. We would hang out at someone’s house, and get on with the day after a few hours. It was the life that working freelance afforded me.
Anne walked back into the room ad jumped right into the conversation. “Well I have to ask him six times to take out the garbage.”
“No Anne, in bed, in bed, you know sex.” Mary Ann clarified for her.
“Like I said, I have to ask six times for him to screw me.” And Ann grinned as the rest of us laughed.
Should we really be talking about this in front of him.” Sarina said as she pointed to me.
And with a knowing grin I said, “Well that hasn’t stopped any of you before. I promise my lips are sealed.”
“Your right, why edit now. Well, we used to fuck all over the house. You named it we had sex on, in or under it. Now it’s just the bed. Every time! It’s driving me nuts,” Sarina said, frustration in her voice.
“With me, it’s he comes, I come, and good night. Same damn thing every time. I mean he does at least make sure I have an orgasm, but Christ…” MaryAnn said.
I have say, nothing usually throws me with these women, but this was getting a bit uncomfortable. Especially trying to hide what was growing in my pants.
What about you, what does the male in the group have to say?” MaryAnn fired at me.
“I would have to say that that its oral sex. We…”
“Aaaah poor baby doesn’t get a blowjob!” MaryAnn said with a chuckle.
“Well if you let me finish MaryAnn ” I shot back “I love to eat pussy.” I blurted out without thinking much. But I caught MaryAnn flatfooted. And the room got a bit quiet.
Then MaryAnn smiled and started laugh. And the rest of the three women fell out laughing.
“Hey what about you April?” Ann said after the laughing had died a bit. “What does your man not do for you anymore?”
April was absolutely the quietest and most reserved of the group. As a group they were all rather attractive. It was filled with blondes and brunettes, MaryAnn had the largest tits, Anne the smallest and Sabrina had the best ass. April had a beautiful air about her, like she didn’t know what a beauty she was. And how much the rest of them envied her.
April’s pale face blushed as she tried to think of an answer. She knew not answering was not an option.
“Um…well, I don’t know…. I guess maybe he falls asleep too quickly afterwards.” April said meekly.
“Is that it! Kind of sheepish answer there April.” Sabrina said while giving her a big hug.
They all knew not to push April too hard and we all just went on with the conversation. The topic diverged into a more mundane subject and I didn’t have to hide my erection anymore, and our little gathering broke up the day.
As I said my goodbyes April asked if we could walk together, she said she had to stop at the deli or something, and she was going the same way.
We were a block and a half away and April kid of half mumbled, whispered at the ground, “Um, so, I have the same problem you do.”
“April what did you say?” and I noticed her face was beginning to grow flush again. So I listened a bit harder. I didn’t want to miss anything that was bringing the blood to her face.
“Yeah, you know what we were talking about at MaryAnn’s. I just didn’t have the nerve to say anything… you know. I get a little flustered, around them, and I miss the same thing you do, you know…what you were talking about with the others.” And her cheeks were now a deep crimson.
I understood what she was saying, but not where April was going with this, and all I could muster was, “Oh I see…so you and, don’t…” and luckily she cut me off.
“So yeah we don’t,” and she chuckled at saying it. “go -down- on each other anymore. God, I miss it. Really.” And her voice began to deepen, where for April, it began to sound almost musky with excitement.
And she slowed her walk, “So I was thinking we could…maybe help each other.” And she stopped and looked right into my eyes with a look I didn’t think she had in her. “And solve the little problem we seem to have?” I looked at her not quite knowing what was happening, and the silence must have seemed too long while I was processing it all.
So she blurted out, as if to answer a question she thought I had. “Just sucking! We won’t fuck or anything.” I don’t think I ever heard April say fuck before.
And she leaned over, and I could smell the excitement on her, and she whispered in my ear. “I just need a cock my mouth, I love it so much. And I want to feel a tongue in my…” And she stopped as if she felt her self become suddenly bashful.
Before she pulled away with a giggle she lightly placed her hand on my now hard cock.
“I’ll call your cell phone later to day with the plan, if I don’t chicken out.” She said as she turned and headed in the opposite direction. “Don’t answer it if you see it’s me, just let me leave a message.”
“April,” I thought I needed to say something “Don’t chicken out.” And turned and smiled and was on her way.
Now I’ve never cheated on my wife, and I can’t imagine April had ever cheated. And it was weighing pretty heavily on me. But I guess not heavy enough.
I got the phone call not 20 minutes later. I let it go to voice mail as instructed. Then called right away. “Meet me at 246 Bowen St., second bell, at twelve. It’s a friends place. Don’t be late or I’m leaving.” She said with a little laugh.
I was there at twelve sharp, rang the bell, and was buzzed in.
“Hey, that you?” I heard from the second floor.
“Yep”
“Good, so neither of us chickened out!” She said as I climbed the stairs. “Get in here before anyone sees”
“So sit down first so we can discus the rules” She had changed since I had left her. She was wearing low cut jeans that rode just below were one would think of as safe, a light t-shirt that hugged the curves I thought April might have, with the straps of lace bra peeking through the wide neck and her stomach seen between the two. “One, we can not tell anyone. No one, not the girls, not friends, co-workers, a stranger on the street. No. One.”
“Ok, I promise”
“Now I feel weird about doing this,” and she twisted her face while saying it. “so if I start feeling too weird, it stops. Got it.”
“Sounds right to me.” And I don’t ever recall April sounding so sure of herself.
“Three, I make the rules. Just me. I’ll take suggestions, but it’s my game.” And she was resurrecting that musky voice again.
“Sounds like I don’t have a choice.”
“Nope, you don’t.” she commanded. “Stand up and look at me. Do you like what you see?”
“April I’ve never seen you more stunning” I said as I rose to feet.
“Not bad.” She said. “But I want you to talk dirty when we do this. I’ll start to give you an idea” And she looked right at my crotch. “Soon, I’m going to pull your cock out of your pants and lick the tip until pre-cum start flowing onto my tongue.” And she gave a wicked little smile. “Get it.”
I had no idea where this was coming from. This is a part of April I didn’t know was there.
“April, I want to slid those jeans off your hips, push them down until your cunt is right in front of me and slowly move my tongue along your sweet lips.”
“Mmmmmm, nice. I know you want to see my cunt. But first unzip your pants, just the zipper. Good now pull out your cock and let me see it.”
And as I did she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, and turned around.
“Walk over here and pull down my pants. Right, all the way down.” And she slipped her feet out as I was kneeling. “Now start kissing my ass.”
I planted little kisses on her firm rump, first one cheek and then the other. And began to take little bites.
“Oh,” she said after the first nibble. “Good suggestion. Yes keep biting my ass, ummm yeah, rub my cheeks with your hands.”
I did this for a few minutes and I felt her turn her head to watch as much as she could. “Your ass is amazing…”
“I know.’ And she winked when I looked up at her. “Ok now stop…Stop now. I’m going to show you my cunt.” And she turned. “I shaved it just for this occasion.” And she slid her hand down to where her hair would be, and slid one finger into her folds. “Here taste, you like…” I sucked on her finger, getting a hint how she would taste. “Very sweet April.” She smiled as she looked down at me. ” I guess you’ve figured out that your going to eat me first. I want your tongue in my pussy.” And she pushed the back of my head.
I slowly moved my tongue up and down the folds of her cunt, lightly at first, slowly increasing pressure until my tongue moved inside. She pushed harder on the back of my head as I found her clit, moving my tongue around it.
“Uuh yes, on my clit, yes. Now I want you to kiss my pussy, push your tongue deep, uuuum, yeah, faster. Faster…fuck me with a finger.”
I pushed a finger inside and devoured her cunt. Her wetness dripped from my chin.
“I’m so close.” she grunted and pulled my head away with my hair. “On the floor, lay down on the floor. I want to sit on your face and have you eat me. I want to look at your cock while I come.” And she pushed onto the floor and straddled my face, her legs brushing past my ears. She ground her cunt into my face, I could only imagine she was looking at my hard cock. I reached my arms around to hold onto her ass, squeeze my fingers into her cheeks.
“I can’t wait to that cock in my mouth and taste your…” And she was moving her cunt back and forth, fucking my tongue. Then she stopped, shuttered, gasped once and ground her cunt into my face and let a small, beautiful wale leave her throat. She slowly caught her breath and lifted herself off me and crawled back so her face hovered above mine.
She licked me once across my face. “I taste good don’t I.”
“Like honey April.”
“I’m going to suck that pick I’ve been looking at. And I want you to see my beautiful pussy and asshole while I do.” And she slid back down, put lips right around the head of my cock and moved her tongue back and forth. Then plunged down taking my whole cock into her mouth. Her cunt inches from my face. Her lips moving up and down my shaft, sucking tightly, her one hand caressing my balls. I started to thrust into her mouth, fucking her lips. Faster.
“April, I’m going to come into that mouth of yours. Yes, that’s it faster…”
And she stopped. Just stopped and got up and turned toward me.
“Get up. Pull down your pants and get up. I want you to watch these lips suck on your cock. I want you to see me when you come.”
So I pulled off my pants and stood up. She ran her tongue down the front of my body as she knelt in front of me, licking the head, then down the shaft and back up. She clasped her lips around the head and sucked hard, now stroking me with one hand, hard and fast.
He pulled her lips off. “I want you to fuck my mouth.” And she dove back on.
I thrust maybe three times and exploded, still thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth as I came. She swallowed it all except for a little that seeped out one side.
She took the tip of her finger and wiped the come from her mouth, licked it off and looked right into my eyes. “Now remember, tell No. One!”

(A Thyrsus was a staff entwined with ivy and surmounted by a pine cone in the cleft at its end. It was used by those engaged in Bacchic rites.)
Part 1
A cry through the heat alerted Marie to the discovery of something of importance. She looked up and wiped the sweat from her forehead and moved carefully over the gritty dirt surface of the hill. She slipped and cursed as her butt slapped onto the surface and she slid into a stunted olive tree. After that she virtually crawled over the hill to the grotto where the cry had come.
Carefully she crossed the dry creek bed and the loose stones to the pile of larger rocks in the cliff. Steven looked up his dark sunglasses trained in her direction and he then looked at the rocks again as their two male Greek students shuffled aside the rocks over a cunningly concealed cave beneath them. Henry joined the others as she came up and he mopped his bald head before putting back on his hat. Henry looked and acted the perfect eccentric professor whilst Steven was perfectly at ease in the politics of academia. Both were firm friends and both loved the thrill of the field as well as being brilliant scholars.
“Is it…?”
Henry’s excitement was as reserved as both his personality and English accent could make it, yet both of them knew that he had pieced together clues that had suggested that something had been placed here. Steven brushed the dirt from the lintels and surfaces about the rock that formed the doorway to the cave below. Once satisfied he signaled to Marie to come over and look, she still thrilled to this classically handsome man with the grey hair that peppered his hair. Yet he was a reserved as Henry with her and was like him the perfect gentleman. Looking at her you would have thought she was a youth being slim and small. She kept her hair short and severely tied back which did not show her face to the best advantage. Her nose was more a beak and the dark brown eyes that were behind thick glasses assaulted you more than seduced you.
Marie bent down and traced a couple of possible shapes. She straightened and looked at the two waiting men.
“There may be what could be an A in Linear B and I think there is a staff engraved into the rock. ” She drawled out her answer.
Henry beamed and slapped his knee and danced a small jig remarking how he knew it was here. Even Steven who was so grave smiled. Seeing the happiness in the two men smiled as well though with puzzlement. They were here to learn about archaeological techniques and instead of a well-developed dig they had found themselves on a treasure hunt in the middle of Boeotia some forty miles west of Thebes. Dimitrios a dark-haired muscular Herakles looked at the trio and cleared his throat.
“Excuse me Professor Symons what is here? What have we found?” He spoke English well but with the strong accent his friend Theo nodded as though he had also spoken.
Henry looked up and smiling spoke,”Why my dears we may have found Agave’s tomb.”
Dimitrios looked shocked and then spoke again,”Agave Professor but she was a myth.”
“No, no my dears she was no myth she was as real as you or me. The daughter of Cadmus and Harmony, the sister of Semele the mother of Pentheus and a Bacchante who in her Maenad rage slew her son thinking him a beast at their orgy to Dionysus. I found an old inscription that said she fled here and in her grief took her own life to be buried here by her servants. And my dear boys we have found the old woman!!”
The man beamed with the thought of what was here and you could see the hunger in his eyes. It was in fact Marie who told the two students to bring their tents and gear here as they tried to find the best way to open the tomb. Steven led the exultant Henry into the shade though he quickly came back and began to seek other signs on the doorway to Agave’s tomb. As they searched Marie joined Dimitrios and Theo in going back to the camp and preparing for the move to the newly-found tomb. The two men conversed in low voices until Dimitrios spoke.
“Do you think it true that we have found the tomb of Agave Professor?”
Marie considered her answer and then gave it.
“Yes I think it true. Not the Agave of myths but the Agave of ancient history. If it is what we think it is we have the greatest discovery in the Greek world since the discovery of Troy. You know the legend of course?” Theo shook his head.
“Well Agave was the daughter of Cadmus and Harmony, Cadmus had founded Thebes after rescuing Zeus from the Typhon and sowing the dragon’s teeth. He was given Ares and Aphrodite’s daughter Harmony as wife. Well they had four daughters, Semele who gave birth to Dionysus whose father was Zeus and another called Agave who married Pentheus a very ambitious nobleman of Thebes. Well Agave exposed the shame of Semele who was thrown out of the city and died of exposure, Pentheus using her shame was able to become king of Thebes in place of Cadmus.” Swallowing some water to wet her dry throat she waited and continued with her story.
“Dionysus was taken to Asia and waited and learnt there until a man he came back to Thebes using his gifts he seduced Agave and her daughters in into wild orgies with him. Pentheus heard about them of course and spied on the women as they practiced their Bacchanal, Dionysus driving them mad made them see an animal that they tore apart only finding out later that they had ripped apart their father and Agave’s husband. There was even a hint of cannibalism, as it was the people of Thebes drove out Agave, Cadmus and Harmony as well as Agave’s daughters. There the legend ends, what Henry found was a shard of pottery that talked of a coven of Maenads led by Agave in these hills.”
“No matter what you think of Henry he is a brilliant Classical Scholar and combing all references he came to the conclusion that there had been a secret Dionysian sect that had sprouted her around 1800BC and that they had been hunted to extinction by the later invading Dorians. So we came looking and I think we have found the find of the century. So to work and lets find out more.”
Finished the two Greeks stripped to their shorts and packed the four wheel drives with the camping gear. Marie admired their bare muscular chests and bodies Dimitrios muscled like the young Herakles and Theo a young Akilles with long dark hair tied in a ponytail. Her body tingled and she licked her lips. It was such a shame that Steven was Henry’s lover, she shook her head it has been too long since I have had a man. Then she jumped into the Land-Rover and traveled to the start of the dry creek bed where with practiced ease they set up a camp. As the day grew dim Steven and Henry joined the others and told Marie of finding engravings on the door of grapes and bees both signs of the Maenads.
Around dinner they discussed what they would do the next day over glasses of ouzo. As the night drew on all of them turned in and slipped into their beds. Marie slipped into the sheets of her bedroll clothed in cotton panties and t-shirt. She tried to imagine what lay behind the door. She seemed to hear the sound of bees in the distance and then it seemed to deeply rumbling drums that came from the earth beneath her and interrupted her thoughts . The dull throbbing seemed to squeeze her and excite her, her cunt seemed to throb with the vibration that soaked into her body.
Marie’s body ached with need and passion, she felt hot and bothered and she was sweating so much. Rising she found that her body was swaying to the rhythms in the air. Somehow her hands touched her body and she found them cupping her breasts and pinching her breasts. Shaking her head she stepped into the night air and was hit by the stifling scent of pine in the air.
Turning to Steven’s tent she heard the sound of passion and could see framed by the lamp there shadows. Henry’s shadow seemed to kneel before Steven and his head bobbed back and forth as he sucked on the cock before him. Again her hands cradled her breasts and she slipped her hand between her legs and felt the furnace that was her cunt. The cloth was wet with her juice and she groaned. The two men made such a noise that she felt their passion in the air as Steven came into Henry’s mouth. Stumbling Marie moved to the edge of the camp only to be taken by surprise as two hands clutch her shoulders.
They turned her around and lips pressed to her, a tongue slipped between her lips and she felt it massage hers. The hands that turned her rips the cloth of her t-shirt exposing her breasts. Fingers massaged and pressed her breasts massaging them gently and then pinching the rising nipples. She grunted in pleasure and then surprise as another set of hands pulled her panties from her body. Still air touched her naked cunt and she shivered. Then it was shivers of delight as fingers stroked her ass and slipped below the crease to open her wet lips.
The man before her slipped down her body taking a breast between his lips and bit softly into the firm flesh. His hands joined the other man’s at her cunt and he stroked the wet fur between her legs adding to the pressure she felt there. She needed something inside her lips, she craved a cock there. A cock rubbed back and forth over her ass and it was so tempting. She wrapped her hand about the hard flesh and she was bent forward till she dropped to her hands and knees. Her mouth open she breathed heavily until a cock touched her lips. She sucked the head into her mouth and caressed the balls that were so near her. A groan escaped the lips of the man she sucked on and he rocked his body back and forth allowing his cock to slip in and out of her mouth. It was a piston that she drew on, taking its energy into her mouth.
A shudder passed through her body as the man behind her thrust his cock into her cunt. Violently he thrust, this was no gentle love-making but a harsh ripping need to take and feel pleasure. He pounded her cunt with deep hard thrusts that tripped her into orgasm. As he punished her cunt with delightful pleasure Marie sucked on the cock in her mouth and it slid deeper into her mouth until it went down her throat. The hair tickled her nose as it was buried in it. He allowed her to suck and torment his cock until unable to cope he moved out and now stabbed into her mouth again and again. Marie realised that she was being fucked in mouth and cunt at the same time and she ground her cunt back along the cock that pierced her as she sucked and licked harder at the cock in her mouth.
Crowing broke the air as she felt the harsh spasming cum of the man behind her. He filled her with his cum and pumped it deep into her as he came, cum flooded into her mouth and though bitter she swallowed it. The liquor slid down her throat and she wanted it all. She cried in frustration as the softening cocks slipped from her body. Hands lifted her to her feet and she felt lips again press to hers. As they did so she caressed the softened cocks near her.
About her it seemed the air was full of the rhythmic throbbing that goaded her onwards. Her body swayed to the noise that seemed to catch and hold her. In the dim moonlight she saw the man’s body lying on the dust and the cock probing into the air as she squatted above it and guided her cum stained cunt so that she felt the fleshy spear slide deep into her body. She felt hands stroke her breasts and pinch her nipples. Kneeling above the man she felt the cock slip in and out of her lips as she rocked back and forth on the flesh. Behind her she felt hands part her ass cheeks and a cock press between them, lips kissed her earlobes and her neck.
Her body shivered as she felt the cock press against her hole and she relaxed the muscles about it. Pain shot through her body as fingers pulled at her nipples and the cock pushed into her virginal ass. She squealed as the cock thrust into her ass, it seemed she could feel the cocks rub each other through the thin skin that separated cunt and ass. The cock in her ass felt huge and it felt deliciously dirty as it stretched her tight rear passage open.
Throwing her head back she screamed again this time with pleasure and felt the cocks thrust into her filling her. Lips kissed her on the lips and her face. Her nipples tingled as fingers pinched and pulled at them but above all she came. Each orgasm was stronger than the other and she felt herself slip between the intense sensations that flooded her body. Her screams were joined by guttural grunts of pleasure.
“Yes, harderrrrr I need it harderrrr!!!!”
Cum flooded her cunt and then she felt the shooting of cum into her ass. They thrust hard into her and emptied themselves. She was a receptacle for their pleasure, yet she was not just that but a willing participant of this fucking. They slowed much to her displeasure and then softened. Her ass farted as the cock slipped from it and she felt the dribbling of cum from her cunt and ass. Covered in dust and cum she crawled between the two men and bent towards the soft cocks with her mouth…
Part 2
Marie woke with the sun shining in her face and the clammy contact of flesh to hers. At first she did not know where she was and then realised that last night was no dream as she gazed into Dimitrios’ sleeping face. He was naked as she was, turning she looked into Theo’s face.
This was horrific but she remembered that she had been a very willing participant of these games. Slowly unwilling to wake them she unhooked the encircling arms and made her way to her tent. She washed herself thoroughly with the water bucket she had and dressed, through the canvas walls she heard the others rise and make their way around the camp.
What could she do, she wanted to run away from this but she was professional enough to realise that she could not do that. Taking two deep breaths she opened the flap and stepped out into the camp. Henry smiled at her sheepishly and swallowed coffee. He offered her a cup and she took it eagerly.
“Had a restless night my dear?”
Marie blushed and looked away but answered,”Just a little, you look tired also.”
Henry merely smiled. As she looked up Dimitrios and Theo had a quick smile for her and ducked their heads. As they did so Marie realised that there would be strained conversation but no one would discuss what happened last night. Steven stepped to the spent fire and looked at the others. Grunting angrily he threw his coffee onto the ashes and looked at the others.
“Up we get ladies time to open a tomb.” As he spoke he walked to the truck and opened the doors. With something constructive to do the others rushed to the trucks.
It took time to get the simple A-frame crane into position since the trucks could not be brought to the site. The men worked at setting up the device as Marie and Henry studied the rock seal noting it carefully. Finally they were ready and the two Greeks drilled holes where they were able to thread chains to lift the heavy stone. As she looked at it Marie felt a deep unease about their actions, each time she had touched the stone there was a tingle against her skin and she felt aroused again, her blood seemed to beat a tune in her ears. Her revery was broken as the engine was started and the chains contracted pulling at the stone. At first it seemed to resist the pressure but then with a dull groan eased from the cave.
“Stop, get that seal down and put away.” Henry cried as he rushed to the entrance. He held a hand to his face as old air rushed past him.
Henry called for torches and Steven brought them to the frustrated members of the team. Then with the torches on the team led by Henry crawled through the dark passage until it opened out. Henry’s cries of delight hurried them to the cavern and they found they could stand. The torches circled the chiseled niches and wall showing jars and sculptures. At the centre of the cavern was a magnificent marble altar topped by a mummified body. Moving as though in a trance all six of them gathered about the body.
“She’s beautiful,” Henry muttered in awe.
Marie agreed that this woman was remarkably well preserved, her face was withered but her hair was there and still shone a lustrous gold. Her breasts though withered were exposed above her yellowed linen tunic. He legs were exposed and what was amazing her cunt seemed fresh, her lips fleshy and almost waiting for a cock to thrust into her. She seemed to radiate a sensuality that affected each of them.
Across her breast lay a staff topped by a V that held a pine cone in it, wrapped about it was dead vines, a Thyrsus the sign of a Maenad and worshiper of Dionysus. It almost shone a deep gold and Marie reached for it. Her fingers wrapped about the smoothly polished wood and felt a deep warmth spread through her as she touched it. A groan escaped her lips as it seemed that her body was wrapped in an orgasm. Then her mood evaporated as Henry spoke.
“Well my lads and lass time to make an inventory of what is here. Stephen get the camera we need to make a photographic record of everything here.”
At his words the spell was broken and the others moved around the cavern carefully noting each piece and when Steven arrived with the video and camera they recorded the goods. Even though Marie moved to the pottery goods and sought inscriptions on them her thoughts were centered on the Thyrsus and it seemed to call her. It must have been noticed for Henry came over to her and questioned her.
“Marie are you all right? You seem to be distracted. God knows we have the right to be happy with all we have found but we must do this right.”
Her cheeks burning she threw herself into her work and noted the inscriptions before her. With a sharp intake of breath she called to Henry who hurried over from the altar and the mummified body on it.
“Yes?”
“The inscription on the plate says ‘ For the Lord Cadmus of Thebes.’ ”
Henry’s face lit up at the news and he clapped his hands,”Wonderful keep looking we have proof that this tomb was for the write time. My God Marie she is magnificent.”
He looked to mummified woman and smiled again. As Marie followed his gaze she felt dull throbbing roar run through her body and beat inside her head. Perhaps she screamed for suddenly she saw Henry and the others looking down on her before the beating of drums in her head took her into the darkness.
Part 3
She saw the flickering of flames and heard the pounding of the drums before her. She was naked and walked mesmerized to the lights. Suddenly she saw before figures almost animal-like leaping and dancing about the flames and before the figure on the stone throne. He looked at her his smile perfect upon perfect lips, his face unblemished and yet inhumanly cruel, his brown eyes devoured the dancers below him and he whispered a word to her. Come!
The pounding of the drums throbbed in her body, her nipples ached with excitement and she leaked sweet juice from her cunt as she watched.
A figure came to her and a beautiful woman her hair of spun gold pulled her into the circle. The woman carried the Golden Thyrsus and she guided Marie in her moves until Marie howled to the man watching her. She danced and leapt offering her body, her passion and her love to the man above her. He smiled more and signaled to her. The Thyrsus touched her and the woman her eyes a bright sapphire blue took her to him. Naked her feet barely touched the warm sand and behind her she heard and felt the others dance harder and with greater passion. As she approached him he uncovered his groin and exposed to her the most wonderful cock she had ever seen.
It seemed to be carved of the smoothest golden sandstone. She ached to touch it and her clit ached being so hard, she knew that she would cum just touching his sceptre for he needed no other to show his kingship. He touched her hand and she slid to her knees before him. Opening his legs she crawled between them and reached to the cock before her. Yet he took her hand and caressed it with his, her body convulsed with the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt. The smile on his face held her and she felt his hand touch her face. Now she knew what she had to do and she bent to his cock her lips open and ready.

Chapter Five: All You Can Eat
We slept until eleven Sunday Morning, made leisurely love, then showered. It was decided this would be a casual day for Dianna and Lisa; jeans, T-shirts, and athletic shoes. With Dianna’s help, I still looked good enough to eat – at least, she thought so. Dianna looked… damn, no woman had a right to look so sexy in such a sexless outfit. She filled everything out to perfection, tying off the T-shirt below her boobs to show off her twenty-two-inch waistline and navel ring. Turnabout is fair play. I wore her suede high heels the night before. Now, she fit perfectly into a pair of my Reeboks. Is it scary we wear the same sizes, or kismet?
She attacked my wig with a styling brush and comb, moving errant locks this way and that, restoring the fabulous ‘do to respectability.
“There!” Dianna pronounced triumphantly, “maybe not as good as Angelo would do, but it will do for today.”
“Angelo?” I questioned.
“He does all our wigs, Sweetheart,” she informed me. “He’s been around for ages. He used to be the stylist at Broadway Wigs. Now he has his own shop. We wouldn’t think of using anyone else. When this needs to be cleaned and re-styled, I’ll take you to him and introduce you.”
We knew neither of us could bear to part with the beautiful hairpiece, so I made plans to send money with Dianna to reimburse Mimi. My lover assured me Angelo would be able to obtain the replacement before the following weekend.
Sunday was another shopping day. First, we went back to the same lingerie store in Water Tower Place. This time, we purchased lingerie for me. A stop at the MAC store netted makeup ‘essentials’ – about two shopping bags’ worth. Dianna promised she would have me a genuine makeup artist by the time of the fashion show. Who better to teach me than a showgirl who had appeared on stages all over the Midwest since age sixteen?
Our next stop was the furniture store from which I had furnished my condo. I purchased a second, matching dresser for Dianna’s things in accordance with our avowal that my home was now her home as well. The same bedroom collection offered a jewelry armoire and vanity table. We snapped up both, then paid a premium to have the three pieces delivered that same day.
We motored on to a theatrical makeup and supply store on the Northwest Side to acquire some special items Dianna professed I would need the following day. It was a short trip from there to Paul’s studio, where I was measured for additional corsetry I would need for my ongoing figure training. Upon completion of my fitting, we hurried home to await the delivery truck, ordering a stuffed pizza from Edwardo’s en route. Both arrived shortly after we did. After having the delivery men array the new furniture to our liking, I tipped them and sent them on their way. They looked crestfallen to have to leave, after having feasted their eyes on the stunning brunette and blonde ‘roommates’ for a half-hour.
We had a heart-to-heart discussion over pizza, concerning my future. Dianna admitted the figure training alone, in conjunction with external prosthetics, plus her makeup and deportment lessons, would probably be enough to get me by for the fashion show. The word ‘probably‘ had hung heavily in the air between us. I knew without pressing she wanted more – a lot more. She had enumerated the options available, both surgical and otherwise.
Oh, how she wanted me to get a boob job! She didn’t say so in so many words, but I could tell.
“Do you remember Sugar?” she murmured.
I nodded slowly. How could I possibly forget? Sugar also frequented Ringers. She and Dianna bore more than a passing resemblance. In fact, some in the past have mistaken one for the other – until they looked below the neckline. Dianna had full, firm D-cup breasts. She hadn’t wanted to go bigger than that, avowing she liked the “All-American Girl” look. I had stifled a laugh when she told me that, thinking how much our perceptions of “All-American” were changing. Sugar, on the other hand, possessed the kind of fantasy chest that made men’s eyes bulge out of their sockets and pre-cum surge like a river.
Dianna’s eyes glazed over and her breathing became rapid and shallow as she described Sugar’s choice of size, the procedure itself, and helping her friend through her post-op recovery period. My lover’s eyes regained their focus, and she hurriedly added she just thought I should know what to expect, should I ever decide to go that route. I got the distinct impression there was – or at least, had been – more going on between the two than just ‘friendship’.
Dianna tread delicately on the subject of hormones. The benefits were softening of skin and muscle tone, thickening and improved luster of the hair, development of so-called ’secondary sex characteristics’ – boobs, hips and buns – not to mention increased sensitivity, particularly in the nipples. There were consequences, too. Some girls experienced hot flashes and pronounced mood swings. Others claimed the hormones made them sleepy. There were some medical risks as well, although there didn’t seem to be a high incidence of them in girls our age. Of course, there was also the potential for loss of male sexual function….
My companion had been massaging my crotch as she related all of this. She had spoken those last words softly, almost reverently, as she gazed in the direction of her hand. She lifted her head; her eyes met mine. She leaned into me and kissed me tenderly. No other words were spoken on the subject, but she left no doubt where her feelings lay.
There was probably something fundamentally irrational about having a rational discussion with my paramour about methods to transform me permanently into a more feminine image. If there was, I didn’t see it. At that point, it was just a discussion; nothing more. Dianna wasn’t insisting on anything; she was merely offering options. To be honest, my mind was elsewhere at the moment.
Our distraction made us careless. Dianna was taking a bite of pizza and watching me, instead of what she was doing. A big piece of sausage tumbled out of the inside and plopped on her bare, taut belly, filling her navel like a jewel. She laughed and reached to retrieve it, but I was quicker. My face was there in a flash. I scooped up the errant bit of meat in my mouth, chewed, swallowed, then gently lapped up the grease in her bellybutton with my tongue. In so doing, I flicked her belly ring a couple of times. I felt her body tremble, just a little, when I did that. I glanced upward and met her eyes. We just stared for a moment, silently.
I took the pizza from her hand and gently dragged the tip across her belly, smearing tomato and meat juice in a broad swath across her flesh. I followed with light, delicate laves of my tongue, cleansing her skin where I had soiled it. She trembled again. Goosebumps covered her soft flesh. I made my way higher, peeling her T-shirt over her head with my free hand. I dripped juice on one breast, then the other, licking and sucking each in turn. She was trembling openly, continuously now, mewing quietly and holding my head with both hands. I had never before seen her nipples so erect, straining. Nor had they ever tasted so good!
I had to lay the pizza down. I needed both hands to pull her from the sofa, lay her on the floor, then peel off her shoes, socks, jeans, and panties. This time, I left a trail of sausage, pepperoni, onion, green pepper, mozzarella, and elephant garlic across both thighs. Then, I feasted my way upwards, alternating from one side to the other, nipping tenderly at her quivering flesh as I snapped up each delicacy in turn. Dianna’s mews turned to soft moans as I approached the “V” where her thighs met.
Her magnificent clit stood tall and turgid before me, vibrating with need. I slathered it generously with rich, tomato-y goop, then set upon this next hunk of ’sausage’ with my mouth as though possessed. Every luscious lick, nibble, and slurp was a four-star taste sensation, mixed with her own flowing ‘juice’. Dianna was thrashing back and forth wildly, her moans replaced by shrieks. I had to hold her wrists firmly to prevent her bucking me off before I was good and ready to release her. From what I could tell, release was close at hand.
I didn’t anticipate the strength the adrenaline rush would give her. She broke free of my grasp, twisted her body to one side and hurled me towards the couch at the same time. I landed on my knees, slumped over the cushions. Dianna was on me in a flash, straddling my thighs and pinning my body with her own.
“What an exciting dining sensation you have come up with, Sweetheart,” she purred in my ear. “Let’s see if it is as good the other way.”
She held me down with one hand between my shoulder blades. I heard the rustling of cardboard behind me. The first tentative drippings down my spine tickled. They were followed by heavier plops as something more substantial landed on my skin. The soft, feathery touch of her lips and the tip of her talented tongue were sweet torture. She began at the nape of my neck and worked her way downward, alternately licking, nipping, and sucking as I had done. Moments passed like hours, caught up in the agony of sensation and anticipation.
She shifted her knees to the inside of my thighs, spreading them apart. A thick wedge of pizza was dragged between my spread cheeks, sloughing off a thick layer of juice, sauce, and ingredients. She took her time with teeth and tongue, slurping up this concoction from her ‘bowl’. Her tongue probed my love blossom, opening it up, making it slick with tomato and meat juice.
“I am so glad you are not a Vegan,” Dianna cooed behind me. “I like my dinners… meaty!”
She timed her lunge with her words. Her slick, greasy fuckpole mated with my equally-slick, greasy love nest in one quick thrust. I grunted aloud – from surprise, not pain. After the previous two days, I was well beyond hurting from her sexual advances. At the same time, her greasy hand softly stroked my own rigid love rod.
I raised upright on my knees. Dianna held me close, thrusting in and out firmly. She continued to stroke my ‘clit’ with one hand while pinching my nipples with her other. I felt my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes focused, unseeing, on some point high on the opposite wall. My entire being was focused on the points of her triple assault.
“Baby,” she murmured, “I can’t begin to tell you how much I have enjoyed dinner. Let me take care of dessert.”
Was the torrent of molten lava from her volcano, or my own? I couldn’t tell. Every nerve synapse in my body seemed to fire at once. I jerked repeatedly, spasmodically, and would have fallen over if she were not holding me. Then again, Dianna didn’t feel all that steady, either. She held on tight and we somehow managed to remain upright. The slick heat from within me confirmed both volcanoes had erupted at once.
Her hand covered my mouth. I opened, and was treated to the most incredible, aromatic elixir of tomato-basil-oregano-flavored cum. I gulped it down greedily, then lapped the remnants from her palm. I felt her hot breath in my ear as she gently nipped my earlobe.
“Emeril Lagasse has nothing on you, My Love,” she purred. “So, what can you do with Barbeque?”

[AUTHORS NOTE: This is the conclusion of a series and will thus make a whole lot more sense and, I hope, be more rewarding, if you read the first five parts before reading this final entry]
Stein’s Girl: 6 - Quietus
Samuel stumbled into the room, still holding up his pants. Angelique followed right behind and she did not give him much time to collect his thoughts. Almost at once she was pushing him against the wall and fondling his cock. He moaned from the cool touch and pulling her towards him, he kissed her passionately upon the lips. The door clicked shut.
“Take them off Sam,” whispered Angelique and she began pulling his pants and shorts down.
“Shoes first,” he said and he struggled to kick his off. His mind was a whirl from the kisses and the touch and the incredible way she had slid her tongue along the length of his cock in the hall. Angelique took the moment provided to slide out of her red dress. She was not, he noticed, wearing panties. She tossed her dress to the side.
He noticed a pile of clothing on the floor near the television cabinet. He couldn’t see much of the room from where he stood and the television provided the only light. Yet something seemed strange. His mind tried to think of what was out of place even as his hands were pushing down his pants.
“The shoes in front of the TV. Aren’t those too small for you.” The shoes in question were high heeled sandals.
“Uh-huh,” answered Angelique and then she was kneeling on the floor, stroking his legs and licking his erect cock. The silky fabric of her black bra rubbed against his legs. He forgot about the shoes on the floor and pulled off his shirt.
Angelique continued to lick, rolling her tongue around the tip of his penis. Her left hand played softly with his pubic hair, brushing it gingerly with her finger tips. Her right hand snaked up along his thigh, his belly, finally reaching his chest. Sam groaned with delight. He hadn’t been this turned on for a very long time. He reached down and ran his fingers through her brown hair, so thick and luxurious.
Sensuously, Angelique stood slowly, rubbing her bra covered tits against his dick, his belly and his chest. He reached forward and rubbed her breasts. There was a small slick of moisture on the bra now, his cum. Reaching behind her, he fumbled with the bra snaps and when they came loose, he pulled the lacy straps off of her shoulders. Her breast, loosed from the confines of the bra, were lovely and round, with small hard nipples. Cupping her breast in his hands, he kissed her fully on the lips. Again he was aware of her smell, so strong and sensuous, like cinnamon and spice. It aroused him and made him want her.
As he rubbed her tits, she continued to play with his cock, teasing his balls and rubbing the end of his penis in one palm. He shivered from the pleasure and grabbing her arms, he moved to take her over to the bed.
“Sam,” she said.
“Mmm?” He was kissing her neck as he walked her out of the small entranceway into the room, past the bathroom, into the larger bedroom.
“I have a surprise for you.”
“You’re surprise enough.”
“Seriously. We’re not alone in here.”
It was then that Samuel saw the beds. The first of the two double beds, the one closest to the curtained window, was rumpled but empty. The second though was most definitely occupied. Two women lay upon it, both completely naked, both asleep. The woman closest to the wall, looked vaguely familiar. She was blond and middle aged. She was laying on her side away from the wall, with her left arm thrown over her head. Her skin was lightly freckled, as were her breasts. The other woman was noticeably petite with black hair and she lay on her back, arms and legs spread. The way she was laying left nothing to the imagination and Samuel found himself staring at her moist, swollen vagina.
“What,” began Samuel, stunned.
“They’re yours if you want them,” said Angelique coyly, “But I get you first.”
“What,” repeated Samuel, his mind struggling to catch up with what he was seeing and hearing.
“I want you.” Angelique stroked his cock again and it had no problem in knowing how to react. “I can feel my desire building and you are going to satisfy me.” She crawled onto the bed and turned over onto her back.
He saw then for the first time how smooth her pussy looked and just how firm her breasts really were. He had a momentary vision of his wife as she had looked on their honeymoon, dressed in a virginal white negligee. He felt a moment of guilt but he knew how badly he wanted this. He was also struck again by just how much Angelique looked like Heather had then. Perhaps this was life giving him a second chance.
Angelique moved until she lay between the two other women and spread her legs. The older of the women, the blond, groaned a little and looked like she was about to awake. The sight of Angelique flanked by two very sexy looking women was enough for Samuel and he made up his mind to go with the flow.
Samuel moved his head between Angelique’s legs and kissed her vagina lightly. Her smell was stronger there, more enticing and he pushed his tongue between her labia. He had always enjoyed eating pussy and Angelique’s was magnificent, so smooth and so delightful in its taste. It reminded him of Heather’s pussy but Heather had never tasted this good. Pushing thoughts of his wife out of his head, he focused on the task at hand, rubbing his nose against her clit as he stroked his tongue up and down her cunt. Angelique moaned, but her moan was cut strangely short. Interested, Samuel looked up and saw that Angelique was kissing the blonde woman, quite passionately. The sight was enough to make his dick come fully to attention.
He crawled up and over Angelique. The two women continued to kiss and Samuel wondered whether they even noticed him. And then Angelique reached down and rubbed the head of his cock. She broke off the kiss.
“Go in me Sam.” He needed no further invitation. Her pussy was quiet moist, both from his saliva and its own natural secretions and his cock slid easily in. He murmured from pleasure and Angelique gasped. The blonde, lying on her side, sniffed the air and her eyes widened as she looked at him.
“Kiss him Jo,” said Angelique, “He’s been eating my pussy.”
“Mmm,” murmured the blonde and as Sam moved his cock in and out of Angelique, enjoying the slick feel of her pussy on his dick, the other woman eagerly reached up and pulled him into a kiss. She licked his tongue, his lips and even his nose. This simple act seemed to really arouse her and she snuggled up closer to both him and Angelique. Samuel could not see, but it felt as if she was playing with herself and that was more than his cock could take.
With a cry, Samuel experienced an orgasm. He arched his back, pulling his head away from the blonde and his chest up and off of Angelique’s breasts. He felt his semen shoot out and into Angelique’s already wet pussy, once, twice and then a third time. His body trembled. Still he was hard and once the orgasm had passed he continued to move his cock in Angelique’s pussy.
The black haired woman was waking now and as she opened her eyes she stared dreamily up at Samuel. Then she turned her attention to Angelique and moved her head so she could kiss the other woman. The blonde meanwhile had rolled off the bed and moved over behind Samuel. He felt her hair suddenly against his rear and felt her hands pushing him up. He wasn’t sure what she wanted, but the feel of her hands on his balls caused him to once more fully harden. And then somehow he felt her tongue, not on him, but licking at Angelique.
Angelique purred from pleasure and the dark haired woman kissed her neck and cheek and then kissed Samuel’s cheek. Like the blonde had, she licked at his face, seeming to find that mere act enough to arouse her.
“Touch my pussy,” said Angelique and three hands moved to comply. Samuel moved one arm behind Angelique’s head, propping himself up and then slid his other hand down to play with Angelique’s clit. He felt a slim hand next to his, rubbing Angelique’s Labium and he knew it was the petite black haired woman’s. Then he felt another hand brush against his scrotum and realized the blonde was also playing with Angelique’s pussy, though from the bottom.
Angelique screamed once from the pleasure and she arched her back. Samuel twisted to suck her left breast while still trying to move his cock. He felt the black haired woman move against his chest and knew that she was sucking the other breast. Still the three hands moved in the now soaked pussy. Angelique started bucking her hips, up and down, up and down, yelling the whole time.
“Yes. Yes. Mmm. Yes. Touch my Pussy. Make me Cum.”
And then as if her own words were the key, Angelique experienced an orgasm to end orgasms. All her senses came alive and she gasped for breath, mewing and purring and moaning all at the same time.
She looked up at Samuel’s face, so close to her own and she knew him then, loved him then. All was clear in her head for the first time all day.
“I love you Sam,” she said, “Tell Ted that I love him.”
Samuel stared down at Angelique, puzzled and uncertain. Ted was the name of his son. He pulled his softening penis out of her and rolled over to the side, staring all the while at her so familiar face. At her groin, the blonde eagerly moved to begin eating the now vacated pussy, but Angelique seemed to pay her no mind. Neither did she seem to notice the black haired woman’s continued attention to her breast. Angelique had eyes only for Samuel.
“But…,but…” Samuel did not know what he was saying, what he was thinking, “your nose…?” For some reason that was all that would come out.
“Plastic surg…” began Angelique but then something within her died. She stared a moment longer at Samuel and then her eyes closed and her throat rattled strangely. Samuel eyes were large and he scooted back away from the bed, away from the body that lay upon it and the two women who did not seem to know it was dead.
A moment later the stench hit him, the stench of a corpse that had lain out too long. The other two women seemed to notice it almost at the same time and they both stopped their activities. The petite woman with the small breasts and the oh-so black hair suddenly screamed as she looked up at the white, pasty face of the corpse she had been suckling upon. The blonde began gagging and she pedaled back, off the bed, slamming her naked posterior into the desk.
The sounds of the TV blended in strangely with the other sounds in the room. Horrified weeping. Terrified screams. Violent retching. And in the middle of the stunned trio, the naked corpse of a woman lay upon the bed, looking for all the world like it had been dead for some time.
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Dr. Stein reached up sourly flipped off the monitor that now displayed nothing but static and snow. He lifted a small recorder to his lips and pushing record, he muttered, “Orgasms drain the battery faster than expected. It might be worthwhile looking into some sort of movement based recharging system. Also of concern are the latent memories still in evidence which seem to influence actions to some degree. On a positive note, PH69 must be considered a success though there are indications of narcotic like dependencies developing in women after only brief exposures. Milder doses might alleviate this problem.”
He stared a moment longer at the blank monitor and then he reached up and flipped off the other monitors, their information now meaningless. He scratched absently at his face, realizing that he had not shaved yet that day. Then with a yawn he reached forward and lifted the phone from it’s cradle.
From memory he punched in the seven numbers of the morgue and waited as the phone rang on the other end. It rang once, twice, three times and then was picked up.
“Hi, Chuck, it’s Frank. I just thought I would give you a heads up. Heather Carpenter’s body will be coming in again. Yes again. In a hotel this time. The battery this time. If you could… Yes, if you would make sure to get me the body back I’ll… Yes, same fee as last time. Of course I will. Alright. Thanks. See you tomorrow then.”
Stein hung up the phone and stood up. He yawned. It was time for bed. Time to rest so that he would be ready when his girl came back.

They had lunch nearby and Tommy’s interest grew when Kylie and Jane kissed quickly after one small exchange of conversation and laughter. Jane leaned in with her elbows on the table and never took her eyes off Kylie’s lips as the pressed together. It was an intimate and strong sensual kiss, each girl seemed a little more aggressive afterwards. Jane had begun touching her upper arms, running her fingers through her hair and down her neck. She began sitting at an angle to the table so her legs mimicked any gesture she made, except they always pointed at Tommy. They were strong and tanned, she had kicked off the sandals she wore as they walked and Tommy was overwhelmed with her tempting skin.
Kylie would raise her arms to stretch and Tommy’s attention would turn to enjoy the plush suspension of her breasts, which would jiggle when she laughed. All he could do was smooth his pants and adjust his erection. He built up the courage to whisk Kylie away for some tension easing play and struck during a pause in conversation.
“Darling, I need to make a phone call in the back, but can you come interrupt me in five minutes or so, this guy can talk for an hour if I don’t cut him off,” Tommy asked. His plan was brilliant, and his eyes told her ‘interrupt’ had several meanings and he wanted her dirtiest, most extensive interruption allowable by law.
“Sure, I’ll watch the clock, babe,” she replied, smiling and planning something.
Off Tommy went and Kylie excused herself a minute later to use the washroom.
Tommy needed someone to suck his cock, or lean against the wall and let him nail her there. He was not very surprised when Jane came around the corner and swung the door closed. Her dark eyes made his speech to his client stumble, but he recovered and she slowly closed the distance. Her hands transitioned between her legs and her stomach, untucking her shirt and undoing several buttons. Tommy’s client went on and on with a golf story while Jane pressed him to the wall and pulled his pants off, tossing them aside. His boxers kept him covered, but without pants he felt very exposed and worried about who might catch them. She was very short, around five feet tall, with strong arms and legs and full breasts, she opened her shirt, letting him see her hard nipples through the red bra, and her soft skin practically smoked.
She pushed him backwards, he stammered on the phone, trying to get a word in and excuse himself, but with no success. He laid back across an ottoman and into the seat of a leather chair, smiling and feeling even more exposed. Her fingers opened the fly and were cold as she pulled his cock out. It was leaking and close to bursting as she lapped her broad tongue from base to tip, firmly pressing with her right hand, then held the head in her lips, flicking her tongue and stroking her thumb. He danced in the chair in tortured pleasure, very glad his legs were free to move. She snaked her left hand up the leg of his boxers and softly touched his balls, steadily sucking his cock and letting her hair fall around her, this was Tommy’s bonus, a hair massage.
Tommy knew this was Kylie’s idea, it had to be. But he still jumped when her face appeared and he could not tell from the angle if she were mad or not. But, as she pressed her panties into his face, he guessed she was okay. And for sure, as she straddled his shoulders waiting for his tongue to trace her pussy, he had her permission. He ended his conversation and reached to her buttocks, pulling her down to his mouth, just as Jane lowered her pussy onto his cock. She had wrapped him and the girls had been toying with themselves; so each lovers pleasure was not far off. The room stank of sex as they collected themselves. Tommy helped Kylie with her panties and Jane helped Tommy clean his cock. They paid and left for Tommy and Kylie’s place to sit in the sun and enjoy the rest of the day.
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They all laid out naked by the pool for a short while, no one wanted a sunburn when there was so much fun to be had. The girls smelled like suntan lotion as they went inside, Kylie slightly pink and Jane a bit deeper bronze, their breasts pressed together as they kissed, their bodies angles and curves drove Tommy wild, he felt he would never have enough of them. They appraised him and decided to change things around this time. Tommy was determined to turn the tables on them.
“Jane, did you know what a hot slut our girl Sara is,” Kylie pointed out. “We better go through her gear and see what we can find.”
The girls sprinted up the stairs toward Sara’s room, bouncing and jiggling for Tommy to watch. Quickly enough Jane crept back down and pushed him into an office chair, knelt down and as Tommy leaned his head back in anticipation of her lips and teeth sliding down his shaft he heard two clicks from a set of handcuffs, pink and feathery of course, felt a kiss on his cock and Jane sprinted away laughing. His right arm was now locked to the chair and he shifted for comfort, confident they would not be gone very long.
Kylie explored Sara’s closet, so full of toys and costumes, running her fingers over the shafts of dildos and vibrators, tapping one on her lips as her eyes roamed over the clothing.
Jane bounced on the bed in a field of pillows and opened the drawer of the bedside table, that’s where she kept her best friends! And Sara was no different. A long, rippling, bright pink strap on was going to be perfect! And a second set of handcuffs, and some delicious looking nipple clamps!!
Kylie came back ready for Tommy in a short pink tube top and matching skirt that was at most four inches long, not enough to cover the top curve of her ass or the front of her crotch. She was barefoot and had pulled her hair up in a bun.
Jane also drew her hair up and was dressing as slowly with rolled up pink knee-highs and had settled on wearing the strap on as they went down stairs. The girls kissed, Kylie stroking Jane’s hard on, then pulling her out the door.
Tommy still could not believe his luck as the girls approached him and he reached up with his free had to swat Kylie’s ass, but Jane caught his hand and locked it down with more handcuffs. She then step in front of him and pulled his mouth onto the dildo mounted to her body
‘I need you to moisten this up for Kylie,” she said as she pumped in and out, feeling for a moment what it was like to be on the receiving end of a blow job.
She pulled back, kissed Kylie and made her lift one leg onto the arm of Tommy’s chair, he then had the front row seat for Jane’s slow penetration. Kylie’s pussy lips spread wide as she took Jane little by little, feeling each bump stretch her sensitive parts. She moaned and turned toward Tommy to encourage Jane, her eyes begging for heat. Tommy squirmed and Jane pulled Kylie off to rest her head in Tommy’s lap. Jane continued fucking, Kylie wrapped her hands tight around Tommy’s erection and moaned, sucking hard on the tip. Her body rocked forward and her small breasts brushed their hard nipples on his legs. Soon enough they moved again. Kylie lay on her back and Jane mounted her in the missionary position, again fucking relentlessly both of their breasts shaking as they concentrated. They cried out together and collapsed, Jane pulled out of Kylie’s body and reached to her pussy to remove the vibrator now covered in her cum.
Tommy persuaded the girls to unlock him and was lapping at Jane’s pussy when the door closed and Sara started yelling.
“What the fuck Kylie? Tommy? That’s my stuff,” she pointed out. Neither of them could argue and Jane looked up after Tommy stopped licking. Sara posed in a knee length skirt and tank top, her petite body draining tension as she put all the pieces together and took advantage of the situation.

It was going to be a quiet Sunday evening for me, until my phone rang. It was Smitty, a friend of mine that I’ve hung out with at the bars plenty of times before.
“Hey Hector. Meet me at Henry’s. Kevin is coming up there, too. I’ll see you in one hour!”
With that, he hung up the phone, not giving me the chance to answer back. Now I need to explain about Henry’s. It’s not someone’s house, it’s a strip bar. Not one of the classier places by any stretch, but the bartender is a sweetheart, and some of the dancers are pretty good looking, if you’re there on the right night!
Well, not needing too much pushing, I got dressed, stopped at the ATM, and headed over to meet up with them. I arrived at about 10 p.m., only to see Smitty and Kevin already sitting at the bar, with a beer waiting for me. I guess they saw me walking through the parking lot from the security camera. I sat down next to Smitty after some handshakes and high-fives. I said hi to Lisa, the bartender and checked out the talent that they had working that night. It was an unusually good night for a Sunday. The bar was busy, and they had more good-looking girls working than not.
I knew I was in trouble when Shawna came up to me immediately after she got off stage. “They told me you were coming up!” she said to me, as she winked at Smitty and Kevin. Shawna was this hot little black girl that I had the hots for, and they knew it!
We were sitting at the bar, chatting with the girls, when at about midnight Smitty leaned over to me and said, “Hey, we’re gonna get out of here in about 30 minutes. We’re going to head to another bar. I have a little surprise for you.”
Now the word “surprise” coming from him is a little scary. Not in a bad way necessarily, but you just never know with him. After another beer and a couple more shots, we headed out the door. I got into my car so I could follow Smitty to wherever it was we were going to.
After about 20 minutes of driving, we arrived at this bar. It was a little hole-in-the-wall bar that I had actually been to a couple of times, because they sponsored our softball team. There weren’t that many people there, so we had no problem getting 3 seats at the bar.
They said hi to the bartender, and introduced me to her. “This is Cynthia. Cynthia … this is Hector.”
We shook hands, said hi to each other, and we all chatted for a little bit, before she had to start closing up shop. Time kind of flew by after we got there, and before I knew it, it was 2:00 a.m.
Almost like they already had it planned, Kevin gets up and says to me, “Help Cynthia carry out some beer to her car when she closes up. Smitty and I are going to the store to buy some food. We’ll have a late night dinner party at her house.”
Kevin and Smitty are both cooks, just to let you know. I sat back and wondered what was going on – I was so naïve at that time!
She packed up a couple of six-packs of beer into a grocery back, and we headed out to her car after she locked up. As I walked Cynthia to her car carrying the beer, she reached behind me and squeezed my ass saying, “Be sure to keep up with me. I don’t want to lose you on the way to my house.”
I reached back to return the favor telling her, “No problem. I’ll be on your ass the whole time.”
“That’s what I’m hoping for!” she quickly replied, with a wink.
I now understood what the “surprise” was that Smitty told me about earlier, or so I thought.
As we arrived at her house, Smitty and Kevin showed up at the same time. I had the beer; they walked in with a couple bags of food that they were ready to heat up. We flipped the TV on in her modest flat that she lived in. Since I was just there to drink and eat, I sat on the couch while those guys did their magic in the kitchen. Cynthia was hanging around them, since she knew them. But she’d bring me a beer every so often until the food was ready. We ate, and boy did we eat. It was the best food I had in a long time – especially at 3:00 a.m.
We all made it back to the living room after enjoying the dinner, and apparently it was time for “dessert.” I was the first to sit on the couch at one end. Smitty sat on the other end, while Cynthia was between us. Kevin took his spot on the floor in front of her. It was kind of awkward for me at first, as I hadn’t been in a situation like that before. I figured I’d let someone else start off, then just join in as time went on. And it didn’t take long for the fun to begin.
I was sitting on Cynthia’s right watching TV, turned to the right, so I didn’t notice at first what was going on behind my head. And it didn’t help that I had a few beers and shots in me. All of a sudden, I felt a hand on squeeze my thigh. Hoping it was hers, I turned to my left to notice Kevin kneeling between Cynthia’s legs undoing her jeans, while Smitty had his had under her shirt rubbing her tits.
“Come join the party,” she said to me with a wink, as she leaned her hips up so Kevin could take her jeans off.
Well, I wasn’t too drunk for that! As she sat back down, Smitty and I lifted her shirt over her head and got her bra off. Kevin dove in right away, starting to lick her pussy while we each paid close attention to her tits. She had nice 34B breasts with small, but very hard nipples. Her 5-foot 100-pound body was gorgeous, and very easy to move around, as we needed to.
She enjoyed the attention she was getting from us for a little while, until she said, “Come on, guys. It’s not fair for me to have all the attention! Let’s see them cocks of yours!”
In unison, we all stood up and got naked ourselves pretty quickly. Standing around her as she sat on the couch with our cocks at face level for her, she took turns sucking each of us. I guess since I was the new guy in this party, she started with me. I, of course, wasn’t going to argue! She wanted to give each of us either oral or manual attention, so whomever she was sucking off would stand in front of her, while the other two stood on either side to give her hands something to do.
Kevin was the last one in our “rotation” so he was the first one to start fucking her. As she sat back, she pulled Smitty and I to the couch with our cocks in her hands still. Kevin started fucking her, as she would lean to each side, taking turns sucking our cocks some more.
“Oh yeah, fuck me, baby, fuck me,” she’d say to Kevin.
I looked over at Smitty, and he almost seemed like he was falling asleep! “What the heck are you doing?” I said to him.
“I’m beat, and I think I had too many shots, anyhow.” He said to me. “You guys have fun, I’m going over here to pass out for a little while,” as he pointed to a spot on the floor. Kevin and I looked at each other, and pretty much agreed that we’d take care of business the rest of the night.
“Come on, Hector, your turn to fuck this hot pussy,” Kevin said to me. As Smitty moved to the floor, we turned Cynthia sideways on the couch. We were both on each end of her – I fucked her pussy while Kevin fucked her mouth. She loved it as her moans kept getting louder. I don’t know how Smitty could be sleeping through this.
When we wanted to switch again, we’d pick her up off the couch, turn her around and continue with nailing her from each end. She couldn’t get enough. We’d change positions with her again, having her kneel on the couch with her head close to the armrest. Kevin would fuck her from behind, while I stood in front of her jamming my cock down her throat. We’d turn her around again so I could fuck her from behind while she sucked on Kevin as he sat on the couch. She squealed as I inserted the tip of my finger into her ass. At first I could feel her clench up, but then she’d relax to allow more of my finger in. Eventually I was fucking her ass with my finger and she loved the feeling.
So much so, that she told me she had some Vaseline in the bathroom and she wanted me to get it! I quickly complied. When I returned, she was sitting on Kevin’s cock.
“Grease that cock of yours up, and fuck my ass,” she said to me amidst her heavy breathing. I moved in behind her while greasing up my pole. I started to put some Vaseline at her ass, but she said, “Just put it in, I need your cock in my ass now. Slam it in there!”
I was drunk enough not to care, so I set the head of my cock at her asshole. She grabbed my hips and pulled me in completely. We fucked her for all we were worth. Then we switched again. I sat on the couch, but this time she sat reverse, with my cock right up her ass. Kevin moved in and entered her pussy again. This position allowed her to rub her clit while we fucked her holes. It didn’t take long for her to climax, as I could feel her ass tighten up around my cock. We fucked her harder and faster. I could feel the cum starting to build up in my balls, finally. Kevin had mentioned the same thing. He backed away from her, as I lifted her off my cock. She moved down to the floor while we stood on either side of her.
“Cum for me, boys. I want your cum all over me,” she begged.
She rubbed our balls as we stroked our cocks. I was the first to get off, as I shot my wad over her face and tits. When I was done she started to suck me more to make sure she didn’t miss anything. Then it was Kevin’s turn. His first went towards her mouth, but pretty much missed and got up to her forehead. He continued to cover his side of her body. When he was done, she took turns sucking each of us off, with cum on her face. It looked pretty much like the end of a porn scene, except for the third guy sleeping in the middle of the floor.
Cynthia got up and headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up, as Kevin and I put our jeans back on and sat on the couch. Smitty finally woke up saying, “Hey, did I miss anything?”

When she entered August’s and Nora’s house she could smell the strong aroma of her mother’s cooking. Any other time this would have warmed her. Instead it made her anxious.
Gretchen ran downstairs, practically leaping at her younger sister, embracing her in a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Clinton hugged back.
“How are you holding up?”
Clinton gave a weak smile, “Everything’s all good.” She hadn’t given Gretchen much detail about the break up, but told her she’d tell her everything in person.
As they entered the living room her mother appeared, “Hello Clinton.” She said coolly.
“Hey Nora.”
The smug look on her mother’s face vanished as she asked, “And just where is Kelly?”
She had been thinking of excuses the whole drive up here, deciding that since Kelly wasn’t going to show up this year, she didn’t have to place herself under close scrutiny and criticism by revealing the truth-not just yet at least.
“He’s working.” I said making my way to the kitchen.
“On Thanksgiving? The season is over for him.”
Clinton winced, wondering why her mother was trailing her, “He’s shooting a commercial or something. Geez, I don’t know Ma.”
Nora made a face of contempt. She hated being called “Ma” just as much as she hated her daughters calling her “Nora”. She wanted to be known as mother or mom for some stupid bourgeois reason.
Clinton got a soda from the refrigerator when he stepfather came in, “Hey, Clinton, where’s my boy?”
Clinton, her sister, Nora and Gretchen were seated at the table in the dining room eating their meal. It had almost seemed normal but that was because of Gretchen and her constant talking. For once Clinton appreciated her own self-involvement; it took the heat off of her. Clinton was quiet and tried to stay respectful during the entire meal, despite snide comments by her mother. She shook her head. The only reason she came was to break the news to her family, however she had changed her mind once halfway there.
Later on their meal was interrupted as Kelly himself walked in. The room exploded with his name. Even her own mother seemed happier to see Kelly than Clinton. She wondered if anyone except Gretchen noticed that he didn’t even speak to her.
“I thought you were shooting a commercial?” August asked.
“Nah, I’m just a little late,” He said pulling off his jacket. For the first time during his arrival he actually looked at his wife, “Did you tell them?”
“Tell us what?” Nora asked.
As if on cue Trisha Calvert walked in holding a tin foil covered dish, “Happy Turkey Day!”
Everyone looked up at the woman confused. Clinton felt the room spinning, and that familiar nauseous feeling set in again. Clinton caught the look her sister gave her. It was one of anger and disbelief.
“This is Trisha Calvert,” Kelly said, jovially. Clinton wanted to kill him. “She’s my agent.”
August had stood to shake the woman’s hand, “Wow, you’re a tall drink of water. You must be good to get Kelly to ditch Marty.”
“Among other people.” Gretchen murmured.
“Wow, this is highly unusual but welcome,” Nora said to the blonde. “We didn’t know that there’d be anyone else except the family.”
“My bad Nora,” Kelly apologized. “I should’ve given you a heads up.”
“Well Clinton should’ve been the one to tell me…” Nora said giving a sideways look to her daughter. Clinton wanted to say, “I didn’t even know myself.” But somehow the words refused to leave her mouth.
Clinton felt her world spin out of control as she sat across from Kelly and Trisha. They sat side by side, and no one was saying anything. She was watching Gretchen’s face and body language. She was stiff, only sitting at the table half way, staring at the two as if they were nuts. Meanwhile Trisha and Kelly were ignoring her stare, as if they’d expected and prepared for it.
“Gretchen what are you doing?” Nora asked.
“What are you doing?” Gretchen answered back to her mother, “Acting like this shit is normal…” then she turned to Kelly and his “guest”, “And what the fuck are you doing?”
Nora gasped and August cleared his throat.
“Ohhhhh….” Kelly said, a slight smile on his face. “They…they don’t understand what’s going on do they?” He said smirking at Clinton with an amused look on his face.
Clinton wanted to throw up everything she had ever eaten in her entire life. She didn’t understand either.
“You didn’t tell them? I thought you did.”
Clinton shook her head wordlessly and with exaggerated motion like a child.
“She sure didn’t tell us you were bringing an extra person to dinner, “Nora said, “But it’s fine, we have more than enough. I don’t know why Gretchen is being so rude.” She smiled at Trisha politely.
“Mom…Oh my God you’re stupid…” Gretchen said slapping her forehead against the palm of her hand.
August looked around cautiously, surveying the expressions on everyone’s face. Clinton’s head was bowed all the way down to her plate, her hair practically hanging in her wine while Trisha and Kelly looked like the happiest pair of people ever. Gretchen was seething and Nora seemed to think nothing was amiss.
“Son, what’s going on?” August asked.
“Let me clear up the confusion…see, Clinton and I aren’t together anymore. So, I figured it would be okay if I brought a friend.”
Nora stopped chewing, “Beg pardon?”
“Did the fact that they are not even sitting next to each other succeed in NOT throwing you off?” Gretchen threw her napkin on her plate,