Loading...When the phone stopped ringing I heard a soft feminine voice at the other end.
“P.S.L. May I help you?”
“I think you can.” I said, “I need to hire a female model for a two hour assignment.”
“Yes, Sir.” She connected me to another young sounding woman who asked lots of questions about the assignment and the look I was after.
Three times during the phone conversation she reminded me that these women were not prostitutes and would not be having sex with anyone during or after the assignment. I assured her that I was well aware of the rules and laws.
We set an appointment for the face-to-face selection. I knew they had photo samples on line but I wanted the extra connection that I get when we’re face-to-face. A couple bad sessions in my past from photo selections alone had soured me on the process.
She promised me four women to meet at the appointment time we agreed on.
When I arrived at the offices of P.S.L. I was impressed. Their building was a Spanish style one story building with a wrought iron gate across the entrance. I was buzzed in and met just inside the gate. The central courtyard was private and sunny. The four women I was to meet were there, seated at a round picnic table, sipping iced tea. All four were in white shorts and colored cammis.
The woman who led me in from the gate was the woman I had spoken to on the phone. She sat with us.
“I explained to these ladies what you told me. All four are willing to take the job.” She said. I smiled and turned to the one closest to me.
“Have you done nude modeling before?”
“Yes. I sometimes pose for art classes at a college. I’ve also posed for my boyfriend.” I noticed she colored when she added her boyfriend. She was a bit shy about being seen as a sex object.
I turned to the next woman. She wore a tight top and her “D” or bigger breasts pushed for freedom. There was no bra inside the cammi. “And you?”
“I’ve done a few nude sessions and I danced nude last year at a local club.”
“Good. Do you have any scars that the camera will notice easily?”
“One. I fell off a moped last year and have a scar on my butt.”
“May I see it?”
She stood, unfastened her shorts, turned away from me and pulled the shorts down. The white of her thong was not pulled down. The scar was about two inches long and a quarter inch wide.
“Not a problem,” I said. “We can cover it easily. Thank you.” She redressed and sat again.
I asked each woman some questions and got a feel for their willingness to work with me. Then I asked the tougher questions.
“Would you be willing to be at my home, in the private back yard, nude and posed in very sexy positions?” They all nodded.
“Would you be willing to be bound tight enough to restrict your freedom but not tight enough to hurt?”
The first woman sat up a little straighter and asked, “Bound with what?”
“Soft cotton rope, or a special tape that only sticks to itself, not to skin.”
“Oh.” She said.
“Still Ok?” I asked. She nodded.
“Do you have any objection to arriving for the shoot with shaved or otherwise hairless pubic area?”
“Completely hairless?” One asked.
“Completely. Is that a problem?”
“I have just a little hair.”
“May I see?” She stood and pulled the shorts and thong down. Just above her slit she had a small patch of dark brown hair about an inch in diameter. “Would you be willing to lose it for the shoot?”
“I guess so.” She redressed and sat back down.
“I need to see each of you nude, in the sunlight before I make my choice. So far you are all real possibilities. Which of you wants to be first?”
I was surprised when it was the first woman I spoke with. She seemed the most likely to bolt to me. She took off the shorts and thong, then the cammi. She had no tan lines, and her skin was the color of very light coffee with lots of cream. Her breasts were “C” cups to my perception. I had her stand facing the sun as I checked her body. Then I had her turn slowly. She naturally raised her arms and looked sweet as she looked at me watching her. When she was faced away from me I asked that she spread her legs and then bend over as far as was comfortable.
She was quite limber. She bent over and touched her shoulders to the front of her legs. Her pussy was fully exposed and the sunlight glinted off the moisture I saw. I thanked her and told her she could get redressed.
When I looked at the three women still to pose I noticed that the red head was flushed. That posing had her going. I asked, “Next?”
They went in order. I asked them to each do just what they had seen the first woman do. The second woman had lied to me. When I asked about scars she didn’t mention the scars on her tits. The surgeon was good but the scar line around the edge of her areola was still very noticeable. I stepped close and asked, “Can you cover the scars with make up or something?”
“I think so. Most men don’t notice them.”
“Most men notice. They don’t say anything. When a photographer asks if you have scars, tell him the truth. It may mean you get the job, or you don’t, but we start off on an honest footing.”
“Ok. What does it mean this time?”
“Go do what you can do to cover the scars. Let me see how they look in a few minutes. This could work for us.” She rushed to her stuff and went inside.
The redhead stripped down and stood in the sunlight. By the time she had turned away from me I asked, “How long could you be in direct sunlight before you’re going to burn?”
“If I coat myself in SPF 40 I could go an hour.”
“Ok. Good to know. I don’t want you burnt.”
When she bent over I could see a trail of her wetness down the inside of her thigh. Her pussy lips were swollen. She touched her shoulders to her legs and made sure her tits were between her legs, not pressed against them. She was the one.
“Ok. Thank you. Go ahead and get dressed.” Without being too obvious I watched her get dressed. From her bag she got a small hand towel and wiped all her skin before she dressed. The insides of her thighs were the last places she wiped. At the top of both wipes she pressed the cloth against her puss.
The model with the implants came back and moved into the sunlight. I looked closely. She had done a masterful job of hiding the scars. I wondered what would happen if they got wet. I didn’t ask.
“That’s great. Now I know I can have it either way, with the scars showing or hidden. You might want to make sure that whatever you use is waterproof. Otherwise it might look like your mascara ran out of your nipples.”
“God! That would be embarrassing!” She pulled the cammi back on.
I sat at the table and said, “Over the next few months I think I’d like to work with all of you. For the shoot this week I’d like to see if Red is available.” I faced Red and she said, “Which day?”
She was available. I gave the address to the agency lady and Red and I wrote a check. Then I went home to prepare.
I tossed ten lengths of soft white rope into the wash. I scrubbed all the outside furniture and the decking around the pool. I checked the chemistry and adjusted it to as close to perfection as I knew how. The gardeners came and trimmed and cleaned the plant life to within a leaf of being the garden of Eden. I set up the two hidden cameras to track and record anything that moved in the back yard. I made sure my visible camera equipment was ready. Finally, I tossed the ropes into the drier and turned it on.
At three the next afternoon the front door bell rang. I opened the door and saw Red and someone who looked like her younger sister.
“Mr. Peterson, I hope this is Ok. I brought my sister. I’m a little anxious and I’d feel better with her here.”
“Come in. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
They both sighed and came in. I led them out into the back yard and to the table. My mind kept wondering what difference having little sister her was going to make.
“Please, tell me your names again.”
“I’m April and this is Kelli.” Red said.
“OK. To business. When did you shave last?”
“I don’t shave. I lasered about six months ago. I don’t have any hair.”
“Good. So get out of your clothes and well get started.”
She had worn a short loose dress and sandals. The dress went up and off. Her sister looked surprised that her sister was nude under the dress. I explained.
“Models who will be nude dress in the minimum so the lines of clothing won’t show. If you took off your pants there would be an indention in the skin around your waist and it would last for about twenty minutes. By April dressing the way she did we just saved twenty minutes.”
She nodded. I led April to the hot tub and positioned her for the first few shots. They were artistic shots. Her thighs were almost tightly together the whole time. Then I had an idea.
“Kelli, would you like to help us, and get paid?”
“For?”
“Being the photographer’s assistant. A gofer.”
“Sure!”
Inside the kitchen you’ll find the laundry. Bring me everything from inside the drier. Ok?”
“Yes, Boss.” She went inside.
I had April lie down on the diving board, her head towards the pool. Kelli came out carrying an arm load of ropes.
“Are they dry?”
“Dry, soft and they feel good.” I pointed to a chair and she dumped them in it.
“One at a time I want you to give me the ropes, Kelli. They’re all the same length so it doesn’t matter which one.”
I took a couple pictures of April, put the camera down and took the first rope. It went around April’s waist three times and tied underneath the diving board. She said it wasn’t tight, just snug. I grabbed the camera and took a few more shots.
I had a fiberglas ladder near the pool and I put it in, climbed on it and had Kelli give me the next rope. I bound April’s arms under the diving board. Kelli gave me the camera and I shot a few shots of her arms and a couple of her breasts from above her head. I kept checking and she kept saying she was fine.
One end of the rope I used to tie her arms was long enough that I draped it over her neck. From above it looked like her neck was bound to the diving board. Kelli said, “It’ll look like your tied there, but you aren’t.”
I got out of the pool, moved the ladder and took the next rope from Kelli. I worked an end under April’s arm and then lifted her leg toward that shoulder. The rope looped around her ankle and I tightened it a little.
“Still comfortable?” I asked.
“A little embarrassed.” She answered.
When I took the next rope from Kelli I smelled her arousal. I tied April’s other leg in place so her legs were both up in the air and her pussy and ass were exposed. I got the camera and shot pictures from ten feet away and from just inches away. When I knelt to shoot pictures of April’s pussy I asked Kelli, “I know you have one, but have you ever seen one as beautiful as April’s?”
She stepped closer and said, “I’ve never really looked.”
I moved to the side and said, “Get close. Really look at her.” Kelli was within six inches of her sister’s pussy.
“April, Can Kelli touch you?”
“Touch me?” There was fear in her voice.
“I want her to spread your lips. To gently spread your lips.”
“Oh my God!” Kelli said. “Spread her lips?”
“I want to get pictures of her clit and her opening. With her lips closed I can’t see them.”
“Do it, Kelli.” April whispered.
Kelli reached forward and touched her sister’s lips. They parted and drops of her nectar slid into the sunlight. Kelli forgot I was there. Her finger touched a drop of nectar and she brought it to her own mouth. I was grateful to be using a digital camera that made no noise as it took pictures. When she reached April again she touched the hard nub of her clitoris, shiny and pink.
April groaned and said, “Yes! Right there!”
Kelli looked up at her sister’s face and said, “What do I do?”
I leaned close to Kelli’s ear and whispered, “Gently lick her, right where you touched her.”
She leaned forward and stuck out her tongue. The instant it touched April groaned again and said, “Suck me, Kelli, suck me! I’m so close.” Kelli sucked her sister. In moments April was lost in the sensations and the orgasm that flooded her. I saw Kelli’s hand go inside her own shorts and I stopped her. I backed her away from April and I said, “You can have anything you want. What do you want?”
“I want April to give me what I gave her.”
“Take everything off. Hurry!”
She did. I tied her to the round picnic table and went to April.
“April, you are tied and helpless. Your sister ate you to a wonderful orgasm. She wants you to eat her. Are you willing to give her what she gave you?”
“Yes! I want to taste her!”
I untied her. When she was free I led her to Kelli. I made her look at her sister, just as I had Kelli look at her. “Spread her lips, April.” She touched her sister with one finger and said, “She’s hot!”
The lips popped open and Kelli’s nectar began to flow out. April leaned in and touched the clit with her tongue. She flicked it without touching any other part of Kelli. Kelli screamed and tried to push her pussy to her sister’s face.
After a few moments watching I leaned next to April’s ear and asked, “Would you like to be eaten, too?”
Her legs spread and she shoved her ass back, opening herself to me. I got down and faced her wet, open gash and dove in. She moaned into Kelli’s puss and I drank every drop of April’s nectar she gave me. After the both came I made April sit in a chair and I moved to Kelli. I whispered to her, “You are welcome here. You can come with your sister or on your own. I promise that every time you come here someone will eat your pussy. You can bring a friend, a female friend, if you wish. She will be bound and eaten too.”
“Mr. Peterson, are you going to eat me today?”
“Would you like me to, or have you had enough?”
“I would like to be eaten, by you. Don’t untie me. I want to be helpless.”
I bent to the task and heard April get up. I turned and said, “You must do what I tell you to do, otherwise I must bind you again. Will you do what I ask?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Climb up on the table and face me. Lower your pussy to your sister’s face.”
I went back to licking and sucking on Kelli. My hands held, pinched, pulled and tweaked all four breasts before me.
It was a little after five when April called the agency and reported the session was over. She told them that she would accept a booking from Mr. Peterson any time. I bought both ladies dinner at a nearby restaurant. When dinner was over I drove us back to my home.
“You are welcome to stay and you are free to go. I like both of you and would be pleased if you stay. If you stay you can have the guest room or sleep with me. If one needs to go I promise to bring the other home in the morning. There, that about covers it.”
“I’m still not understanding what’s going on. I’ve had at least four orgasms. Kelli has had at least that many. You paid us to be here. You fed us dinner. We haven’t even seen your dick! All you did was give! When do you get?”
“If you wake up in my bed, I get the pleasure of having slept with you. I’ve already had the pleasure of feeling your pussies orgasm to my tongue and fingers. I’ve tasted and savored your taste. That has to be enough. Fortunately, I can afford to make it worth your while to humor an old guy.”
April checked her book and found she had a seven am appointment in Long Beach the next morning. They conferred and I went inside. A couple minutes later Kelli came in and closed the door. She came to me and kissed me soundly as she wrapped her young warm body around me. “That’s from April.”
I kissed her just as soundly and said, “That’s from me, to you. April wants one she can come back and get her own.”
We undressed and made our way to my hot tub. As we soaked Kelli sat next to me. It was dark in the back yard and I didn’t know if she had looked or seen my body as I got into the water. She had looked and she had seen.
She leaned to me and kissed me gently. “If I can ask, what happened?”
“Shrapnel. A tiny fragment of metal flying through the air at about a thousand feet per second and it landed right where my equipment used to be. If I hadn’t been standing right outside the hospital tent I would have died.”
“I’m sorry.” She whispered.
“I was too, for years. I was also angry, frustrated and unbelievably sad. The woman I loved divorced me while I was still in the hospital learning how to piss. That was then. This is now. I am a happy man, mostly.”
“You really like doing for us what you did today, don’t you?”
“Yes. Feeling your body respond is as close to that response as I can get. I used to believe I wasn’t a man if I couldn’t fuck. I’ve been forced to take another look. A real man takes care of the woman he’s with. I do that. I do that well.”
“You sure do! I’d never cum like that before. I saw stars! I might have passed out for a second or two.”
“And, that is available to you anytime. Let’s say next Wednesday you’re having lunch with two of your friends and they tell you about the fun they had over their weekend. You might decide you’d like to be tied up in soft white ropes and driven crazy with my tongue. You call and say, “Pete, I’d like to be helpless tonight.”
“I’ll tell you what’s on the agenda. If I have tickets for a play, you’ll go too. If we decide to stay home I’ll prepare the ropes and limber my mouth. You will not be turned down.”
She stroked my chest and thighs. Then she said, “What if someone else is here?”
“Then we have a party. I will do my best to make sure each of you is cared for, nurtured and loved to the best of my ability. I’ll tell you if someone else will be here, so you can decide to be here or not, in full knowledge.”
“Tonight, it’s just you and me?”
“So far. There are four women with keys. They don’t need to call. They may arrive at seven, at ten or in the middle of the night. I love them. My home is open to them, with one rule: no men unless they are like me.”
“Can we go inside?” She stood up. I stood up. On the way to the house I wrapped a towel around my waist.
“Shall I use a towel?”
“Please, don’t. Let the air dry you. The air and my kisses.” She followed me to the bedroom and stood still as I kissed the droplets of water from her skin. Then I used a fluffy warm towel and finished the job. I applied lotion all over her body and tucked her into my bed.
Another few minutes for my own end-of-day rituals and I slid into bed beside her.
“How do you want me?” Kelli asked.
“If you can sleep that way, spooned. Turn your back to me and let me slid up behind you.” We fit well and she said she was comfortable. I held her, kissed the nape of her neck and fell asleep.
At nine the next morning the phone rang. I woke up and rolled to answer it. It was April.
“Kelli still there?”
“Unless she decided to walk home.” I called for her and she scampered into the bedroom, still nude. I handed her the phone. She said, “Wait a sec.” She kissed me soundly and leaned over so her breast was at my mouth, then she answered again.
“What’s up?”
“He’s an angel. He treated me like… like I can’t describe! I’ll be back often.”
“When we’re together.”
“Can you come here to get me?”
“What time?”
She pulled the phone away from her ear and asked, “Can I stay here until about one? April can come get me.”
“You can stay until Wednesday, if you like. Ask April what she’d like for lunch.”
Asked and answered. The call ended. She jumped on the bed and asked, “Hungry?”
I dipped a finger into her honey and tasted her. “Can you put that on pancakes?”
She laughed and said, “If that’s what you want, I’ll find a way. Really, what would you like for breakfast?”
It’s Saturday, right? On Saturday I have French toast. I’ll make it. Would you like some?”
“Yummy! One slice for me.”
I got up. I was wearing boxers. She frowned. “Pete, wouldn’t you be more comfortable naked?”
“My scars are ugly. With boxers I can lie to myself and make believe I’m a man.”
“I slept with you last night and had you love me all afternoon and evening. You’re a man.” She paused, “Keep them on.”
We went to the kitchen. When we sat to eat we heard the front door unlocked and opened. I yelled, “We’re in the kitchen. Hungry?”
“It’s French toast day!” A female voice called out. Two seconds later Jo came through the door peeling her clothes off. When she was as bare as Kelli she hugged me, kissed me and then turned to Kelli.
“Hi, I’m Jo. Is this your first breakfast with Pete?”
Kelli nodded. I said, “Her name is Kelli. Kelli, Jo, Jo, Kelli. How many slices do you want?”
She pushed me back onto my chair. “I can cook! First, welcome Kelli, to the family. How did Pete trap you?”
“He didn’t. He hired my sister for a photo shoot yesterday and I came along. I stayed. My sister will be back at about one.”
Jo moved to the stove and made two pieces of French toast. She put one on my plate and one on Kelli’s. “No more for me.” Kelli said.
Jo slid the plate to her place and said, “This is family. I can save washing an extra plate by eating from yours. They’re all family germs anyway.”
I ate the piece she gave me. Kelli did the dishes. Jo could have spent the entire day out by the pool and never pinked at all. Her desert skin tanned well and I’d never seen her burnt since we met when she was in high school. Her mother and I had been lovers back then and Jo adopted me as Dad when hers quit acting like a Dad. Kelli, on the other hand, had the red haired skin like her sister that would burn her to a crisp in no time. She was pale and delightful, especially when Jo stood beside her in contrast. They were both strikingly beautiful.
We stayed inside. Jo took one look at Kelli and knew she should stay inside. Jo made a pitcher of iced tea and we sat, sipped and talked. Mostly they talked. I listened and learned. Kelli was twenty years old. She had dated since she was fourteen and lost her cherry at sixteen to a football player. She admitted to being attracted to her sister for years but never did anything until I had her touch April.
Jo shared that she had watched her Mom with me for years before she got brave enough to ask her Mom if she could ask me to love her.
“You watched them making love?” Kelli asked.
“Not fucking. I watched how Pete touched her, cared for her, massaged her. I knew he did other stuff too, but never in front of me. When I asked Mom she said I was eighteen, old enough to act on my own. That night when Pete was ready for bed I asked if I could sleep with him. We slept! In the morning, when I was so comfortable and relaxed he loved me. I’ve loved him most of my life and been loving his way of loving since I was eleven and my Mom brought me here.”
Kelli faced me, “How many women are there in love with you?”
“I have no idea. My first wife loves me and I haven’t seen her in twenty years. She loves me and can’t be with my scars or the other women in my life. There are others that don’t live close. I haven’t seen Bonny in three years. Does she love me? I don’t know. Now, ask how many women I love.”
Jo laughed, “That’s easy. All of us!”
“Not so. I don’t know all of you.”
“Pete still loves the girl he took to the prom.” Jo said.
“Yes, I do. Teddi Johnson. Short for Theodora. She was named after her Dad. I haven’t seen her since graduation night.”
“What about being a one-woman man and us all being one-man women?”
“How has that worked for you, so far?”
“Not well. The football player said I would be his girl-friend. The day after he took my virginity he told three of the guys on the team they should do me, I was fun.”
Jo said, “Not a nice boy. Has it been any better since?”
“A guy at college shows some promise but he won’t give me his phone number and he’s only available on Saturday nights.”
“Honey, I think he’s playing you.” Jo said.
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“Brad Kingsley.”
“School?”
“Cerritos Community College.”
I picked up my phone and called a friend. “Joe Friday, please.”
“Listen, I need a guy checked out. No felonies that I know of.”
I gave her what I had, including a physical description relayed from Kelli. She said she’d see what she found out.
“Who did you call?” Kelli asked.
“A friend. She works for an investigator. No worries. She’s very discrete.”
We talked some more and Jo asked, “Pete, would you tie me up and make me helpless?”
“How helpless?”
“Totally. Then you and Kelli can have me any way you might want.”
“Kelli, are you my assistant again this morning?”
“Yes, Sir. What would you like?”
“First slather SPF40 all over your body. If Jo wants any slather her too. Then get the ropes out of the drier. Meet us up by the hot tub.” My hand took Jo’s hand and we walked to the deck by the hot tub. The tub wasn’t on. I extended the awning over the hot tub, giving Kelli some shade so she wouldn’t burn. The frame for the awning also served as a frame for binding someone.
While we waited for Kelli Jo and I kissed and I played with her skin. Kelli arrived with an arm load of ropes. She handed me one.
“Hands together in front, please.” I said. Jo put her wrists together and I wrapped the rope six times around them, then made a loop and knotted the rope so it stayed wrapped around her wrists. She knew what to do. She stood on her tip toes and I inserted a hook into an opening in the vertical awning support. The loop in the rope went over the end of the hook and she was almost helpless.
“Does she look helpless?” I asked.
“She can’t get loose.” Kelli said.
My hand went out and Kelli gave me another rope. I anchored it around one ankle with most of the rope extended away from the ankle.
“Tie her other ankle like this. Not too tight, just snug.” I watched as she did the job. I pulled her right leg out to the side until she was standing on only the toes of her left foot.
“Kelli, wrap a rope around her waist and the pole, four to six wraps and tie it behind her. As she did that I stretched her left foot out until she was off the deck. The wrap around her waist and her hands were supporting her. I pointed to a stool at the far end of the pool. “Would you bring that stool to me please.”
She did and while she was gone I gave Jo my index finger to suck. “Get it good and wet, Sweetheart.”
I sat on the stool and Kelli watched me slide my wet finger between Jo’s pussy lips. I pulled it out and said to Kelli, “This is going to take a while. Would you bring the iced tea and our glasses out here please?”
As soon as she was inside the house Jo said, “You’re teasing her as much as me! I’m already dripping.”
“When the doorbell rings, you will cum. April said she would be here at about one. I won’t make you cum until she gets here.”
“Dare I ask what time it is now?”
“You can ask. Let’s just say it’ll be a while.”
Kelli came back. I took a drink and offered Jo one. She took it. I told Kelli she was not allowed to give Jo an orgasm without my permission. She said she understood.
I reinserted my finger in Jo’s slit and slowly, gently rubbed her. I got a foam paddle board and put it by Jo’s feet. “Kelli, if you kneel there you can taste her wonderful juices.”
Kelli looked at Jo. Jo said, “Oh God, do it! I want to feel your tongue in me!”
She knelt and held Jo’s thighs as she leaned forward and her tongue touched Jo. A spasm shook Jo. She really wanted to cum, and soon. I pulled Kelli back a little.
“Did you feel her shudder?” She nodded. “It means she’s really close. No more clit licking for a while. Stand up and suck on a nipple. I’ll suck on the other one.
Jo watched Kelli stand back up and move towards her right nipple. I popped an ice cube in my mouth and moved to Jo’s left nipple. Jo watched Kelli’s mouth surround her nipple and suck it in. She moaned and said, “Yes! So good!”
She screamed when the ice pressed against her other nipple. I held it in place for a full minute. She squirmed and gasped and moaned after the initial scream. I was glad my neighbors were half a mile away.
After a minute I moved Kelli to Jo’s cold nipple and I moved to the warm one. She tensed and didn’t scream. “Oh Jesus that is sooo cold!” I spit the ice into the hot tub and said, “Kelli, you can lick her pussy now, if you’d like.”
She dropped to her knees and licked Jo like it was her final meal on Earth. I straddled Kelli and faced Jo. One small ice cube in my mouth and I kissed Jo, sliding the cube into her mouth. She gave it back. We traded every few seconds and cold drops fell from our mouths onto Jo’s chest. I pulled away when the ice was gone.
“Kelli, lie on your back here on this foot locker, please.” She was on her back six or seven feet from Jo. I opened her legs and asked, “Kelli, may I eat your pussy?”
“Yes!” And I did. She made all the right noises and wiggled just as I wanted her to. About once a minute I left Kelli and licked Jo’s pussy once or twice. They were both getting close. I had Kelli’s clit between my teeth when the doorbell rang. Kelli screamed and flooded both of us.
I left her and sucked on Jo. My hands pinched her nipples and she shuddered and came all over me. I walked into the house as the bell rang for the third time. I opened the door. It was April. She looked great!
One look at me and her eyes went wide and she said, “Is that what I think it is?”
“Do you think it’s pussy juice?” She nodded. “Then you’re right. If you take everything off right now you can come into the back yard and I’ll introduce you to someone. Kelli’s out there too.”
She undressed and followed me out. When she saw Kelli on the locker with her legs spread wide and juices dripping from her she was shocked. When she saw Jo she took two steps backwards. I put my hand on her back and helped her get to Jo. I had her stand inches from Jo and I introduced them.
Then I said, “Jo had an orgasm when you rang the bell. So did Kelli. Jo deserves another. If you can get her to cum in less than five minutes all three of us will give you an orgasm. Your time starts now!”
She knelt and buried her face into Jo’s sopping wet pussy. Kelli and I untied Jo’s legs and lifted her legs, opening her up wider for April. April used her face and fingers to work Jo to a frenzy and to drink in all the flowing arousal from Jo’s approaching orgasm. I kissed Jo on the mouth and she peaked. Kelli pinched a nipple and April’s free hand went into Kelli’s slit.
When it was possible we released Jo. April was on her back on the deck and Jo sucked one breast, Kelli the other and I held her legs open and ate her. Jo and Kelli trapped her arms so she couldn’t do anything except accept what we did to her. When she screamed and flooded I picked her up and jumped into the pool. Kelli and Jo followed.
We hugged and kissed and stayed in the water for a while, until I noticed Kelli’s skin starting to pink. I got us all out and into the house. Lots of aloe vera lotion and staying indoors the rest of the day helped the pink to fade.
At a little after five my phone rang. It was Sgt. Joe Friday. Actually her name is Alex but I’ve always called her Friday. She told me what she had found out about our boy. I thanked her, invited her for the weekend and she accepted. Her weekend was Tuesday and Wednesday.
“Kelli, your boy is a rat. He lives with his grand-mother. His job is to take care of her. His parents pay him to take care of her. Friday paid her a visit. The house was a mess, grand-ma was filthy and there was almost no food in the house. Further checking shows that he deposits four thousand a month in his checking account from his parents. She also discovered he’s been treated twice in the last six months for an STD.”
“I have a date with him tonight! I’m not going!”
Jo leaned towards her. “Maybe there’s a better thing than standing him up. He’s a rat and needs an ass kicking. Maybe some exposure is what he needs. Where is he to meet you?”
“He picks me up at our apartment.”
“Good. Pete and I’ll pay grandma a visit. We’ll film the whole house and our interview with grandma. We’ll email the video to his parents and wait two days, then YouTube will get it.”
“I like it.” We all agreed. On the way out Kelli said, “He’s gonna pressure me for sex.”
“Tell him you can’t have sex with anyone, you think you might have an STD.” April said.
I added, “Have you fucked him?”
“No. And I’m glad I didn’t.”
I gave her my pen and she wrote my cell number on the inside of her thigh, just in case she needed to call me.
At midnight we had already sent his parents the video. At twelve-thirty my cell rang. It was Kelli. When she refused sex because of a possible STD he blew up and yelled at her in the club they were in, then he stomped out. Just before he got to the door she screamed at him, “If I have it, I got it from you!” It wasn’t true but could have been.
I picked her up at the club and took her home. I worried that he knew where she lived and it might not be safe for her there, so she invited me to stay. I did. I called Friday and told her where I was and why. She arranged to have a unit stay in the area and gave us a number to speed dial, just in case he showed up.”
It was almost four when he showed up. He was staggering and yelling. He left the door to his car open and the engine running. Kelli called for the troops. April went out the back and I stood just inside the front door. He made it up the stairs and banged on the door. When I turned on the porch light April dashed to his car and took the keys. He didn’t notice.
I opened the door and he said, “Who the fuck are you old man?”
“Name’s Pete. Who the fuck are you, little boy? And why are you making so much noise?”
“Little boy? I could whip your old ass! Maybe I should!” Looking past him I saw a police cruiser pull up and two officers get out. I said, “I don’t want to fight. I just want you to leave us alone.”
He yelled, “Fuck you!” And swung at me. I let it hit me a glancing blow and I shoved him hard. He bounced three times on the way down the stairs and stopped when he landed against an officer.
April walked up and handed an officer his car keys. When they had him in an ambulance we went inside and went to bed. Three days later Friday called and let us know that he had been charged with elder abuse, drunken disorderly, assault and a few other things. Grandma was taken home to Texas by her daughter. Since her grandson was no longer available to “take care of her” it seemed a good choice. Jo posted the video on YouTube anyway.
The women in my life have talked. They have decided that for their own protection they need rules. You never date married men. If he won’t take you to his place by the third date, there is no third date. When he takes you home, look under the bathroom sink. If there are Kotex, panty liners or Tampax, he’s married. Have one of your sisters tempt him. If he caves in, he’s done.
Kelli has gone to school with a new major. She’s starting a service for women. She’ll check him out and give a woman her report. I’m glad I’m one of the good guys.
I met April fifteen months ago. In the last twelve months there has been at least one woman in my bed every night, often it has been April or Kelli. I’ve tasted every one of the five who I met the day I met April. Tonight the lady who does the bookings for the models at P.S.L. is coming over for dinner and breakfast. Her name is Barbara and she loves being licked for hours.