Chapter 1: Powers

In the two years since Matt and Marissa Power had moved into the house on the Eastern end of ‘The island’, as they called it, they had got to know everyone in the area at least a little. In fact they had systematically reached out to every last person, though only they knew it, in no obvious order and politely introduced themselves.

The island was a group of seven homes sitting inside a loop of road, near the top of one of the little hills that gave the Chareen Hills it’s name. At some point in the peculiar up and down economy after the war a project took shape to build a whole estate across these, awkward to build on, two hundred foot rounded bumps that looked like they might be easy to flatten but were immovable granite underneath.

No one had learned much about the Power’s in those two years. They were seldom seen in public and even then often not recognised. Marissa’s appearance would change and hats or large sunglasses would make it impossible to be sure it was actually her from any distance. Matt was even more reclusive and seldom seemed to leave the house at all. The high hedges that had grown up years ago around their large garden, in the centre of the island, were neatly trimmed now but offered no one a view that overlooked them, except from the Stack house on the northwest corner. There, perched atop the other stacked boxes of that peculiar architectural dead end, was a third floor that might have once been a shipping container. Most of the south end of which was a large window of one way glass. What Jackie Everard saw from her bedroom eerie, she kept strictly to herself.

The building company that had started the Chareen Hills project had been reconstituted from half a dozen others, decimated in the anti cabal purge. With the European market a lost dream they had a warehouse or two full of designs, parts and prototypes that were never going to get used. Without much in the way of funds or staff, they took what they had and fitted these mostly European style houses into the landscape as best they could. A dozen different architectural styles from retro British to avant-garde Swiss were jumbled together. Most were of very modest size for American homes but their was a certain charm in the combination of the inconsistent styles with the inconsistent landscape.

A few years later when things looked to be taking a turn for the worse again this had become a popular and safe retreat for those who could afford it. A hundred and fifty miles east of the mountains and with the new city of Alm growing to the east, Chareen City and it’s Hills suburb had got lucky. Being the right place at the right time and attracting the right people made a haven from the storms of the world.

Just this last year Marissa had found a friend in new arrival Jules. Perky and potty mouthed, she had hit it off with Marissa immediately and they gossiped frequently over a local connection. Jules and Mike had moved in a year ago, right at the bottom of the hill, a few hundred yards from the Power’s.

They had a standing invitation to come around and try out the hot tub that Matt had installed on the back porch but so far Jules hadn’t dared. She’d enjoyed her first and only visit so far, with just her and Marissa there, a little too much. It scared her somewhat what she might do if she went back. Marissa was more than willing to visit her but was somehow never available when Mike would be in. Jules was beginning to suspect that was deliberate. They mostly just chatted remotely and sexy talk with Marissa always left her horny and wanting more. She was still working Mike around to being more sexually adventurous.

“He won’t even let me try to swallow him. He’s so scared to hurt me but if he won’t let me even try, how am I ever going to get the practice and be able to adjust?”

“It’s sweet that Mike’s concerned about you like that. He’s not entirely wrong. If he really is as big as you say then he could do you some serious damage unless you’re properly practised and warmed up.”

“He really is. No one can believe his cock fits inside me. It fills me up tight but I can get his whole cock in my pussy. Why not in my throat?”

Mike not letting her practice sucking him off was Jules’ favourite complaint. Marissa had already told her a couple of things which had made her sex life with Mike even better. She seemed to know a great deal about sex, about large cocks and about men and she wasn’t at all put off or disturbed by talking about it. Jules was grateful and ever more tempted to show it, in person, by taking up the offer to visit again. However Marissa had said that next time she must bring Mike. How could she do that when Matt and Marissa were strict nudists?

“Pussies are super elastic compared to throats but I think you maybe could manage it. You need two things.”

Jules was all ears, maybe she would get the answer she wanted.

“First you need to practice on a cock that’s big but not as big as Mike’s and second he needs to know that he can be swallowed by someone who’s had practice. You and Mike should come around on Friday night and swap with Matt and I.”

Jules was shocked into silence. Marissa had just offered to suck off her partner and let her practice on Matt’s cock. It wasn’t out of character, given the lurid tales of extreme, kinky and exhibitionist sex that Marissa sometimes told but the casual nonchalance with which she suggested it left Jules momentarily speechless.

“Well. Fuck ... Oh sorry, I’ve got to go. Dan’s here about the ad for the bike.”

“Dan Baxter, from over on Cy Hill Road?”

“Yes. He’s interested in the old junker of a bike that Mike’s practically giving away.”

“Either that or he’s heard about your famously great tits and wants to see for himself.”

“Got’a go and find out. Catch you later.”

Jules went out to the garage and signalled the overhead door to open. Her tits weren’t actually that large but D cups on her tiny frame seemed bigger than they really were and right now her nipples were hard and straining her thin, low necked, T.

“Oh, wow. Hi. I’m Dan.”

The heavy shouldered, brown eyed, young man took her in as the door wound up and then looked her steadily in the eye.

“I’m here about the bike.”

Jules broke the look that clearly said he liked what he saw. It was giving her good chills. She turned towards the old chassis, propped on it’s stand, sporting chipped red paint.

“It’s just an old rolling frame, with an untested rear hub motor. No power train or controls.”

As if at the mention of the magic words ‘power train’, Mike appeared from the back. 6’3”, tanned and his vest showing old fashioned permanent tattoos on his massive arms. He came and shook Dan’s hand in a large but surprisingly gentle paw.

“She’s a fixer upper and I don’t have the time or the need as I’ve got two of my own that work.”

Mike showed Dan the bike and Jules looked on. He was a boy, next to Mike for sure, if a pretty one. The thought of ‘practising’ on him was inevitable and it made her nipples hard again. She had to bite her lip to prevent another “Fuck” coming out of her mouth. It was all Marissa’s fault, getting her so worked up that she couldn’t help herself. Now she’d have to get Mike to take her out to their spot on the edge of the forest and fuck her senseless or she wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about sucking off every other man she set eyes on.

“ ... well if you don’t have a shop of your own, you’re best off leaving it here until you can get it working. Bring the parts here as you get them and when it’s going and you can ride it away then you can pay me for it.”

Dan was delighted and eagerly accepted Mike’s connection request on his tab.

“Thank you so much. That’s awesome. Now I’ll be able to get the parts one at a time and I won’t have to leave them around the house where my sister can complain about them. I’ll let you know when the controller arrives. Thanks again Mr. Green.”

Dan was off, his tight boy buns heading up the road.

“You’re too generous darling. I thought the idea was to clear space in the garage, not to invite the neighbours to store more parts in it?”

“It won’t be forever. He’ll get it fixed up and then it will be out of here with all his parts.”

“Hmm. I think you mean that’s what you would do, my great mechanical genius.”

Jules put her arms around his neck and leaned back, curving her back so she could talk to him face to face and accidentally on purpose giving him a great view of her tits. The T shirt, trapped against him, was stretched to it’s limits.

“That boy will be in and out of here for months to get that bike going.”

“Well. I guess I might have to help him with the repairs then, just to speed things up.”, Mike said solemnly.

“That was what you intended all along wasn’t it. You weren’t ever going to get any real money for it or clear the space?”

“I was too but if I can interest a young man in electro-mechanics while I’m at it then why not?”

“That’s unusually scheming and clever of you”, she said with a pout.

“You must be rubbing off on me,” he said and bent to kiss her.

“Not yet but I certainly could if you like.” Jules pressed against him and he reached to lift her. Her legs locked around his waist and she was already tugging her T shirt up over her head.

The garage door went down at full speed at Mike’s instruction.

...

“You remember how you told me, when you used to run with the devil fish, they used to have crazy orgies and stuff. There’d be girl on girl stuff, right in the bar?”

“Uh huh.”

Jules tangled her fingers in Mike’s chest hair. She lay full length on top of him, his heart beating in her right ear. Her own was still slowing back to normal after a wonderful passionate fuck. He was holding back less and less but she knew there was more if he really let loose. In part that’s what made it so exciting but also why she wasn’t completely happy. He needed to be able to unleash and if he couldn’t do it with her then she would have to find someone with whom he could. It wasn’t as hard to think of someone as it once would have been. She didn’t doubt now that Marissa was not only capable of fucking Mike to his limits but willing to do it on a whim. Yet she had never met him and had avoided any opportunity to. Jules should feel jealousy or something but she couldn’t. Marissa wasn’t trying to get to Mike. If she was trying to get to anyone it was Jules herself.

“What would you think if I wanted to be a little wilder, like those girls. Maybe go with another woman?”

“Those girls were messed up crack heads, mostly but if you wanted to get it on with another woman, I’d want to watch. I might buy up all the tickets though. Not sure I’d want the whole neighbourhood in attendance.”

“I wasn’t planning on selling tickets, maybe just inviting a few close friends.”

“We don’t have any close friends and I don’t think Steve next door is going to sit and watch you get it on with Diane. At least not without joining in. He’s a twitchy one but he definitely fancies you.”

“Yeah we should get it on with Steve and Diane, the world’s most boring couple,” Jules said mockingly. “It would certainly be the event of their lives.”

“That it would.”

Mike laughed that deep rumbling laugh that she loved so much and Jules smiled.

“If they were hot though and wouldn’t freak out and tell the neighbourhood.”

“If they were hot and they were cool and they weren’t right next door where it would be really awkward afterwards then they surely wouldn’t be Steve and Diane.”

“But then we could party with them, like your bad dude friends used to do.”

“You don’t really want that. You don’t know how messed up things were back then.”

“We don’t have to be messed up on drugs or violent or blind drunk. If I’m going to get nailed by hot Steve in the middle of going down on hot Diane, to warm her up for you, I’d definitely want to remember it the next day.”

“Oh I see. I’m in this fantasy as well.”

“Of course you are. If we do it, we do it together.”

“Well in that case, bring on hot Diane and let’s party.”

He was joking of course but Jules would hold him to it, never the less.

...

A week later an outwardly relaxed Mike and an obviously nervous Jules arrived at the Power’s house. The entrance was through a high, narrow arch in the hedge on the East side. Behind that a grassed front yard with a path up the middle and a large front porch that could have come straight out of any stereotype of the old American south. Jules trod the five steps and tabbed the door. Mike’s comforting arm around her was keeping her heart rate to one twenty. She’d told him about the nudity of course and he’d been sanguine about it as he was with everything. It would be another thing when a naked Marissa opened the door. Nothing was happening with the tab so Jules knocked with her hand. She’d forgotten about their odd tech rules.

“You’ll have to leave your tab in the holder by the door when we go in.”

Jules said, slipping the lightly decorated silver bracelet off her left forearm.

“Almost like a secure site,” Mike said. He detached the much more substantial and robust device with a built in screen and powerful light source from his right wrist.

When he looked up his eyes were met by an implausibly glamourous, stark naked, deeply tanned, woman. How could a woman be glamourous without a stitch of clothing, only an inch of dark curly hair on her head and not a single hair on the bald perfection that was her pussy. Yet somehow Marissa was just that, glamourous.

“Leave your clothes in the box and your tabs in the tray and come on in.”

She smiled, utterly genuine, utterly confident, and happy to see them.

“Don’t worry about that.”

Matt appeared behind Marissa and slid past her trailing a hand across her back.

“The house rules are for coming into the house. We can dodge them by going around the side to the back.”

Intelligent grey eyes and a serious smile. He turned right out of the front door and clearly expected Mike to follow. He exuded that same extreme confidence. A nudist on his own territory, Mike supposed.

“Come on. Get those shorts off and come with me.”

Marissa beckoned Jules into the house.

She peeled off the T-shirt she’d thrown on, knowing that she wouldn’t be wearing it for long and shimmied the jeans shorts down her thighs. Then reached around backward for the hook of her bra.

“Here, let me.”

Marissa took her by her shoulders and turned her around. The evening was coming on. The light was fading but Jules could still see the empty road beyond the gate in the hedge. Before she realised that her bra was undone and falling off Marissa had hold of her panties and was sliding them down her legs. For a moment Jules stood naked looking at the front yard.

“This was fucking crazy,” she thought, but it made her tingle from the top of her head to her clit.

She practically ran into the house after Marissa, giggling and squeezing her ample tits together like an excited teenager.

Right and left into the kitchen where a pan sizzled and something smelled amazing. Marissa grabbed an apron and tossed her one. It seemed incongruous putting on an apron without underwear but nudists weren’t immune to hot fat after all.

“If you wouldn’t mind opening some wine. These are nearly done.”

Jules examined the three bottles of white wine. She really didn’t know much about wine except that, in glass bottles like this, with dates on from when she was a kid, it was crazy expensive and impossible to get. She picked the one with grapes on the label and eased out the stopper with a satisfying pop.

The back kitchen door opened onto a huge deck. It had got dark while they were in the kitchen but the deck was lit with subtle lighting. Jules passed comfortable seating and a large table, carrying the drinks tray after Marissa with her plate of fried veg roles. She had a way of walking, swaying her perfectly tanned rear, that Jules decided she was going to have to learn. It would have been sexy even in jogging pants. Naked, it was mesmerizing.

“Hi honey, Matt was telling me he really does know tab code.”

Mike held up his detached tab which showed a glowing red dot on the built in display. The two men were laid back, chest deep in a large, gently bubbling, hot tub that was fitted into this end of the deck.

“That’s nice dear.” Jules didn’t really understand Mike’s excitement. She bent and placed the drinks tray on a raised area next to where Marissa had put the plate. Acutely aware that she was giving both men a splendid rear view of her pussy and yet no one seemed to care so she let it slide like everything else and slipped into the tub. Reaching up to get drinks for each of them repeatedly raised her breasts above the surface, water cascading off them. Everyone looked and Jules warmed to the exciting exposure.

They talked and ate. Mike explained that with tab integration some of his gadgets might be very saleable. Matt seemed keen to pick his brains on security devices. It was amazing how two men could sit in a tub with beautiful, naked women, food and wine and all they talked about was electronics. Marissa cuddled up on Jules right and they snickered about it.

“Matt knows better. I’ll make him regret ignoring us.”

Marissa slipped, cat like, out of the tub backwards with barely a ripple. She slunk around behind Matt, swiping his all but empty wine glass and disappearing into the deep shadows. Jules was momentarily aware that she was alone, with two naked and very sexy men, even if they were engrossed in conversation. Matt was very well built and well groomed. He looked every bit the model lover Marissa described. Before Jules could decide if the wine had got to her or if she really would climb right into his lap if invited with Mike waving her on, Marissa reappeared, slipped the nearly full glass back into its exact place and slid back in alongside Jules. She left no gap, sliding her body against Jules with no hint of anything but pleasure. Leaning in even closer she whispered in Jules ear, “I peed in his glass. Just wait.”

“You did not!”

“I did too. Look he’s reaching for it.”

Matt’s hand idly picked up the glass but he put it down again just as automatically producing a moan from Marissa. Jules couldn’t look and keep a straight face. She clung to Marissa, trying to supress a fit of giggles, but her left eye was locked on the wine glass.

Moments later Matt was putting it to his lips and Jules found she was holding her breath. He took a sip, swirled the glass and took another. The glass went back in its place and he turned to Marissa with a knowing smile.

“What’s the occasion for breaking out the champagne darling?”