The Phases of One's Life
Copyright© 2026 by N.D.Tomes
Chapter 19: The Breakfast Platter – Jane I .6 – Sunday
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 19: The Breakfast Platter – Jane I .6 – Sunday - A controlled corporate attorney wakes tied to her own bed by a naked stranger who knows her name and claims it’s “for your own good.” The young woman has been quietly tangled in her life for months—leaving signs, steering events, and creating a strange current between them. What follows is a tense night of revelations about the firm, the last six months, and unsettling supernatural abilities. Dry, first-person, focused on the emotional shift more than explicit detail.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Fa/ft Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Humor Group Sex Interracial Black Female White Male White Female Oriental Female Hispanic Female First Masturbation Oral Sex
Rachel was lying facing away from me. I moved and pressed myself against her back, wrapping an arm around her. She must have been awake because she pressed her butt into me. In a slightly husky voice, she said, “I love how you touch me.”
I smiled, though she couldn’t see it, and said, “I’d kiss you right now, but I really need to brush my teeth.” “Me too,” she replied, then added, “And shower.”
When we rolled out of bed and both headed to the bathroom, we found two beautiful silk robes hanging there. A note with our names was pinned to each. We took a moment to admire the colors and oriental patterns.
We showered together. Rachel insisted on washing me. I just stood there as she started with my back and worked her way around and down my body. She dried me off before taking another towel and drying herself. Once dry, Rachel took one of the robes and put it on. She commented on how wonderful it felt. She had been doing everything for me, so I hesitated before reaching for the other robe with my name. When I finally raised my hand, she took my hand, saying, “No.” Confused, I looked at her. My confusion grew and a little apprehension was added when she led me, still naked, out of the bathroom, the bedroom, and to the kitchen. Kate and Daphne were sitting at the island counter drinking coffee. I hadn’t said anything since before the shower and stayed silent.
Daphne said good morning and asked me if there was something wrong with the robe she left for me. Rachel answered, saying, “The robe is perfect. I just think Jane looks too beautiful this morning to cover up.” I just stood there, not sure what to think, say, or do. Daphne said she agreed. She looked me up and down for a moment, came up to Rachel, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Daphne asked, “Don’t you just love the feel of silk against your bare skin?” Rachel did not reply, just smiled. Daphne then came up to me and cheerfully said, “Good morning, Jane.” She then kissed me firmly. I immediately responded. I heard Sydney’s voice saying, “I see what Rachel and Daphne are having for breakfast.”
After Daphne broke the kiss, Kate immediately replaced her. After she broke our kiss, I was breathing a little hard. Sydney and Janice seemed to think they should have a turn. I could see them both in silk robes and they appeared to have showered too. Sydney came up to me, opened her robe, and pressed her body into mine, starting to kiss me. I could feel her breasts against mine. She moaned softly as we kissed. When she broke the kiss, I was panting hard and leaning against the counter now.
I had my hands braced on the counter behind me when Janice, the only one who hadn’t taken a shot at me—no pun intended—came up. She leaned forward and only gave me a little peck. She then ran a playful finger over each of my nipples. I let out a groan.
The looks on the other women’s faces and in their eyes showed they were as aroused as I was. Maybe not as aroused, but I was the center of attention of five beautiful women. The attention might have made me a little apprehensive, but it was having the opposite effect. That confused me. I was very turned on. More than that, I wanted them to continue touching me. While this was going through my head, I heard Rachel say, “She’s so beautiful.”
Kate said coyly, “I thought you didn’t want to share.”
Replying, Rachel said, “I felt very selfish last evening. What kind of friend would I be if I didn’t share something so beautiful?”
Just then, Daphne announced, “Breakfast! In the dining room, everyone.”
I could see from their faces they were as confused as I was at Daphne’s words. Still, Rachel came up and took my hand. In a daze, I allowed myself to be led. Once in the dining room, Daphne said, “Jane goes on the table.” I got a little confused as Rachel turned me around. With my back to the table, the next thing I knew, I was being helped onto the table. After being moved to the center, everything became clear.
Daphne said, “We have grape, cherry, strawberry, apricot...”
Janice added, “Don’t forget whipped cream.”
Understanding what was coming, I started to laugh. So did the women. Whatever clothes they were wearing were quickly shed. Five gorgeous and now naked women were laughing while they playfully started arguing over jam flavors. It didn’t take them long to finish arguing and start spreading. I learned the jam was cold—especially when spread over a lot of your body. But the warmth of their mouths and tongues soon blended with the cold. I had jam spread across my body and licked off.
There was ample attention paid to the most sensitive places of my body. A jam-and-whipped-cream-covered face was almost constantly kissing me. At times, I swear it literally felt a current or something flowing through me. They lavished their attention on me for almost an hour. I had to keep wiping jam and whipped cream from around my eyes. They were laughing at each other because of the amount of jam and whipped cream each had covering their faces and the upper halves of their own bodies. I knew I had far more covering me than any of them. They seemed to be competing, each woman focused on my most sensitive area and seemingly determined to outdo the one before her by drawing a stronger reaction from me.
When things were calming down, I only felt a couple of hands on me and no lips. I never thought I would ever say this, but I actually lost track of how many times I climaxed. Plus, I had never climaxed while laughing before. Exhausted and overly satisfied, I heard Daphne whisper in my ear, “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re a mess.” She then kissed my cheek. I wiped some stuff from my eyes and looked around.
Rachel was seated in a dining room chair, her upper half covered in jam and whipped cream smears. Janice was kneeling, licking the mess off one breast. Sydney was standing, switching between licking the smeared mess onto her tongue from the other breast and kissing Rachel. Janice and Sydney were just as covered as Rachel. They were all laughing so hard they didn’t seem to be making any headway in removing the mess from Rachel—they just seemed to be making it worse.
Kate and Daphne each took one of my hands and helped me up and off the table. It was then I looked at them. I started laughing and said, “You two look like you were in a pie-eating contest.”
Kate said, “Wait till you look in a mirror. You look like you were almost baked into a pie.”
They each held a hand and led me to the master bath. I realized the electric, or whatever, feeling I’d felt while being a human dessert plate was back—this time in my hands. I looked at my hands. Kate then said, “That’s just a thing that flows between Daphne and me. You’re just getting a little taste. Excuse the expression.”
Once in the master bath, I looked in the mirror. I was a mess. The others were only covered above the waist. I had the mess down my legs. My pubic hair was a mess. The hair on my head—I didn’t think I’d ever get it all out. I looked at them, saying, “I’m going to have to shave my entire body. This will never come out.”
Daphne and Kate chuckled. Daphne said, “I think you’re right, I’ll shave you.” She then added, “How about your head too. It will take a week’s worth of shampooing to get everything out. You’re hot enough to pull off bald.”
I told her no, I’ll shampoo for as long as it took.
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