Chapter 19

February – 2006

From a distance, the man watched the curly-haired brunette behind the counter ring up a male customer. The pretty teenager flirting with the tall, good-looking young man, probably a college student by the looks of him. She took her time smiling and talking, taking his money, and placing his purchase in a shopping bag.

Yes, it was her, the same girl from the bar, Hells Bells. She’d been with Brad’s ex-girlfriend Hannah. Brad, a friend from law school, used the video he had shot of her working as a dancer in a D.C. gentlemen’s club, to try and blackmail Hannah. Later he was visited by two biker types wearing masks and carrying baseball bats who threatened him and took the memory card with the compromising videos on it. Hannah hadn’t spoken to Brad since.

March

Hannah Redux

Why did she let him? Why did she continue to sleep with her academic advisor, she often asked herself. He had been her first. The sex was good. She got what she wanted, grant money, and an easy work schedule as a TA (teaching assistant). Over the last few years, they had become comfortable with each other as Hannah went from undergrad to grad student at UNC. Now thanks to Dr. Jones she had an interesting government job and a new brilliant ‘friend’, Samantha Carter. She could have said no when he asked, but she rarely did. So here she was on his bed.

Hannah was on her knees in the doggy position her ass in the air on the queen size bed as Dr. Jones fucked her ass from behind. He reached under her cupping and squeezing her big boobs, her D-cup girls, he slowed his strokes, resting. She was tight, even with lube. He loved to touch and squeeze her breasts, suck on them like a newborn. Anal sex was a power move on his part. Hannah didn’t mind, she enjoyed it but wouldn’t say so.

“This never gets old.” He said one hand on her ass while his right squeezed her tits as they both caught their breath.

The problem with Hannah was her mind never stopped working or went to sleep like normal people. She had an above-average IQ score of 127, she didn’t brag. Her brain was always working on problems. As Jones pushed with his cock, she did the little thing with her ass that made Jones squirm and want more. Responding he let go of her tit and placed both hands on her ass. In the big, mirrored closet doors she watched them both, she looked great. Her dark hair held back in a tortoiseshell hair clip, her big nippled ‘melons’ swaying as she moved, his hands on her generous ass, not fat just meaty, Jones loved it. So, he said.

“What happens next?” she said suddenly. “After the thing with Ishtar,” she said referring to the strange encounter with the goddess Ishtar statue in Iraq.

Jones stopped. She saw the look on his face.

“You wait. You wrote your report. Dr. Carter or Jackson will call as soon as they are ready.”

“Oh,” she said. Disappointment must have shown on her face. She had questions.

“I’m sure you’ll be invited to Cheyenne Mountain soon.” He added, laying a light slap on her ass.

“Why do you say that?” she said her insecurities rearing their ugly head. Was she smart enough, pretty enough, why did boys like Brad disappoint her?

“Dr. Jackson was impressed,” he said, as they heard the front door to the small off-campus house open.

“I’m home.” Angela, Jones’ wife, said as they listened to her walk on the hardwood floor towards the bedroom at the back of the house.

“We’re back here,” Jones said not making any move to disengage from Hannah’s ass.

Hannah watched the hallway through the open bedroom door. She was facing the end of the bed so very close to the door when Angela walked into the room.

Angela, dressed in jeans and a black turtleneck sweater, was a slender thirtysomething brunette Ph.D. student who like half the Anthropology Department wore glasses on her pretty face.

“Oh, hi Hannah,” Angela said, stopping at the bed she received a peck on the lips from her husband.

A couple of years ago, Angela would have lost her mind if she’d discovered her then fiancé in bed with Hannah or Tess or any of his TAs or students. Not today, this was part of the price of being married to Dr. Jones. A great-grandson of the famous archeologist, explorer, and Nazi hunter, Henry ‘Indiana’ Jones Jr. She’d understood what kind of man Jones was when he put the ring on her finger. Angela liked being married. Hannah wasn’t interested.

“We have a reservation at 7:30. I hope you like Thai food,” Angela said heading into the master bathroom.

“Yes, that’s fine,” Hannah replied as Jones started up again. “You want to join us?” she asked, being open, it was Angela’s bed.

Mrs. Jones didn’t answer.

Hannah heard the toilet flush and then water running in the sink. In a moment Angela returned, this time wearing lacy pink panties and a matching bra. She had the beautiful fit body of an underwear model that she had used unashamedly to make herself Mrs. Jones. Plus, Daddy had money, lots of it and a proud family history dating back to antebellum times.

Angela stopped by the side of the bed and reached for one of Hannah’s big boobs.

Holding her right breast, “No, not this time, I have a few things to do on the computer before we go out. I’ll get dressed after you’re done,” she said as she fondled Hannah’s breast, running a finger over the hard nipple.

Jones and Hannah said goodbye to Angela. They continued to fuck, switching positions, until Jones’ pulled out of her ass and shot his load of cum on her chest. He collapsed beside her both of them spent. With Angela in the other room, they didn’t kiss.

“I’ll take a quick shower. Then it’s all yours,” Jones said sliding off the bed.

She listened to the shower as sweat cooled her body, his cum warm on her chest. Thai food and a cocktail sounded good right now to Hannah, she closed her eyes thinking of Samantha and Dr. Jackson. ’You are mine, that was beautiful.’ She heard the faint voice in the back of her mind.

Hannah smiled to herself, pleased.

New Skill – JoAnn & Oksana

JoAnn followed Oksana’s lead as the couple on the massage tables turned over. She took a deep breath and pumped oil into her hands. He had a nice-looking circumcised cock and wasn’t overweight which was a plus. Oksana grinned at JoAnn from the other table, her hands hovering over the man’s pretty blonde wife.

When Oksana asked if she would be interested in joining her for a couples massage, with a ‘happy ending’ JoAnn was ready to say yes. She was feeling the financial pressure of raising four teenagers without a husband at home to lean on. Cosmetics and clothes for the girls, sports fees, entertainment for the kids, groceries, and gas. The home heating bill had gone up too, as expected. A $100, plus tip to jerk off a guy at the end of a massage, easy money she figured.

On a Thursday afternoon, they set up two massage tables, one borrowed, in the living room and closed the drapes. The couple were good friends of Nancy and Frank. They did practice home nudity and were well off financially, so Nancy said. The only negative was that they were members of the same church. JoAnn almost said no, but looking at the bills versus their income she said yes.

JoAnn had no formal massage training but had given and received massage with Bob over the years. Nancy had said that was not a problem and asked JoAnn to trust her. The couple like JoAnn had a ‘special relationship’ with their teenage kids she had said. JoAnn had seen Nancy and Frank’s ‘special relationship’ with their granddaughters up close, so trusted her judgment.

Her client smiled at JoAnn as he rolled over revealing a semi-hard cock. She was going to work on his legs and shoulders first. It was a little weird, their families had sat near each other for years at church. She was naked with the husband of a woman she had been to Bible study with and known casually for a decade. Their kids were in youth group together. Oksana was doing the same with the wife, using oil to massage her long legs near her vulva.

He had a hairy chest and legs like Bob and owned a construction business. He was outdoors a lot, fit but still had a bit of weight around the middle, not bad for a guy in his 40s. She’d seen more cocks in 35 going on 36 years than she could remember both growing up and as a nurse. Not a big deal.

She was naked, and so was Oksana. JoAnn was not completely surprised when she felt his hand on her ass, she did know it was likely. He gave her a look, ‘is it okay’ she just nodded her head and continued massaging his thighs as he rubbed his hand over her ass. His wife put an arm around Oksana’s waist pulling her close until she leaned over allowing her to kiss the nipple of one breast. Oksana had asked JoAnn to handle the husband, the wife wanted a specialized yoni massage. A massage of the vulva. The two women worked until 15 minutes to the hour then JoAnn with oiled hands took ahold of the man’s cock.

“By hand?” she asked. That had been the agreement. He nodded, yes and took a deep breath smiling.

JoAnn stood within arm’s reach. She had watched Oksana do these massages.

“Can I touch you?” he asked moving his hand to her breast. He and Bob had played on the church softball team together for a couple of years. Had he fantasized about JoAnn?

“Yes, of course.” She said as she began the ‘happy ending’ stroking and jerking the firm growing penis in her hands.

He ran his hands over her perky breasts and down her once flat belly to her trim bush. She didn’t object when he explored with a finger, then withdrew.

On the other table, Oksana had her fingers inside the wife who was moaning quietly her hips jerking on the table her arm still around Oksana’s waist.

As she brought her client towards climax, he started to watch Oksana. Naked with her veiny milked filled boobs the exotic-looking Ukrainian woman was a pretty sight.

It happened fast as he gripped her ass, then her left tit, and bit his lip, “yes, yes, like that,” he said just before semen shot in the air and dribbled out his tip. JoAnn, let go, reaching for a wet wipe as he relaxed.

“Thank you, JoAnn.” He said patting her ass one last time as she cleaned his cock and around his pubes.

Afterward, they had coffee and sat naked in the living room talking until Oksana went across the street to retrieve Sasha from a neighbor’s house. The couple admitted they had their first experience with erotic massage while on an anniversary trip to Prague three years ago. When Nancy mentioned that a friend was offering ‘special massages’ they jumped at the opportunity.

They had been following the book’s teaching for about the same amount of time as the Wilkins. Yes, they had grown closer to their three kids and were looking to spend time with other families like theirs. Nothing more was said, the meaning was clear to everyone in the room. JoAnn and Oksana were happy with $250 to split between them, the couple was generous with the tip and asked to make another date for massages in a couple of weeks. They agreed.

Later, folding more laundry, she found herself feeling a little guilty. Bob was away, so she didn’t tell him beforehand, had she crossed some line? Nothing had really happened besides some touching and a hand job after the massage. Compared to what else was going on, not a big deal?

JoAnn was having sex regularly with her father-in-law. She let her son share her bed on the weekends. Kristy was often off doing her own thing with Pastor Scott and Frank, no boyfriend yet, but she had a part-time job and was doing well in school. Kevin regularly had Cassandra and Sarah over at the house for sex and was getting ready for baseball season. Her twins were curious though not as sexually active as their older siblings. But it was only a matter of time.

On top of that Chris, Oksana’s husband would soon be home from his deployment to Afghanistan, and there would be drama. Her parents were asking when she would bring the kids for a visit or if they could drive up from Asheville. She looked at the clock, JoAnn would need to go pick up the twins from school soon. No time to really think, just go, go, go. She dressed and grabbed her winter coat.

Sugar Daddy – Kristy & Raquel

Kristy set her shopping bags on the kitchen counter.

“Tea?” Raquel asked from behind her in the kitchen.

“Yes, please.” It had been a cold windy morning of shopping at the boutique clothing stores in Blowing Rock followed by lunch. She got a couple of cute sporty outfits for golf plus a nice cocktail dress. Raquel the same. Frank had been happy to spend his money on the girls and see the smiles on their faces.

While Raquel made tea Kristy sat on the living room couch and undressed. House rules and it was time for her golf lesson.

“Kristy be a dear and pour me a drink, the Jameson,” Frank said from his office on the other side of the big living room.

Just like she did for her dad, from the small bar, she poured a finger of Irish whiskey over ice in a glass tumbler. As she made the drink, she gazed out of the big plate glass windows at leafless trees and patches of snow as far as she could see in the valley. The Blue Ridge was very pretty in autumn but just depressing right now as they waited for Spring. Raquel brought ice cubes from the freezer. She put the glass on a coffee table coaster next to a squat bottle of Viagra and the March issue of National Geographic which had stories about human DNA and the 2004 orange revolution in Ukraine.

Holding her warm mug in both hands she stood by a widow watching a lonely crow perched atop a tree. The tea had a kick to it. Raquel had added a shot of bourbon. The vaulted ceilings in the living room made it hard to heat, she felt a chill. The previous weekend, she’d been very busy, and had a lot to think about all week.

The previous Sunday she’d again fucked Pastor Scott and Ben. Regrets, some, Scott had a wife, and Ben obviously had a crush on her, Kristy didn’t want to hurt his feelings or come between Scott and Caroline. It was a bit kinky but nice with Ben there, being with two guys. Sarah did the video recording this time and joined them at the end. Sarah came off so innocent, the perfect preacher’s daughter. Kristy laughed. Everyone, including her, was pretending.

The day before going to the Millers, she’d gone with Oksana to Gastonia to meet her therapist, Rachel, for the tantra seminar. It wasn’t hard to get away as her mom had gone off to Asheville for the day with Caroline.

They spent three hours in a private home turned into a yoga studio. She and Oksana listened to a short lecture by an older woman sexologist then did hands-on practical work. Rachel by her side the whole time. After the introductions, the small group was taught proper breathing techniques and how to access their chakras and sexual energy. Rachel led the next session in which Kristy and Oksana had to get fully undressed. She wasn’t embarrassed, being naked, it was a small intimate group of seven women and two men, most of whom were in ‘the businesses’ and knew each other. Rachel had a great body, big full breasts like her Aunt Hannah and an easy to get along with teaching style.

At first, it felt a little weird touching a stranger’s nude body and being vulnerable, as she learned about touch and how to stroke male and female partners. Bringing each other to arousal while making a sexual connection. Oksana had been a sponge, taking it all in. In the end, there was no sex just a lot of touching and eye gazing. During the session, Kristy felt cared for, and accepted. She told Rachel, who hugged her, they would talk more soon. Oksana signed up for more classes.

Kristy felt a strong arm around her waist pulling her into him. “What are you thinking about?” Frank asked, placing a kiss on the top of her head smelling her hair.

“You and our lesson,” she said, innocently, “and after...” she smiled.

“I see.” He said dropping his right hand down between her legs.

Frank kissed her neck as he ran a finger through her pubes along the line of her pussy lips.

“Hmm, no golf lesson?” she said instinctively trying to slow things down.

“We can watch Raquel,” he said pulling her towards the couch.

No longer cold, she held his hand and then took a seat on his lap. His stiffening cock between her legs.

Raquel wore 3” black patent leather high heels and a sexy smile as she demonstrated her putting technique at 2, 3 then 5 feet from the cup. Bending over each time to place a new ball, her big close-set boobs hung temptingly from her chest, she shook her ass and tits at her grandpa.

Frank sipped his whiskey and got more amorous with each of Raquel’s putts. He kissed her neck and ran his hand over her breasts. She kept a hand on his cock.

Kristy took her turn. No high heels, just court shoes. Frank had another whiskey as he took his long-legged granddaughter in his lap, heels and all. After a few putts, he set Raquel aside and made a couple of adjustments to Kristy’s stroke and stance, cock pressed up against her ass. At 2 feet she could make a putt at 3 or 5 feet not even close.

Later in one of the guest bedrooms Kristy and Raquel lay on their backs, legs spread on the queen-sized bed. Frank smiled before he pulled Kristy to the edge of the bed. He gently explored her cunt with his fingers at first. Kristy watched his every move. Satisfied, Frank knelt and kissed her right on her hairy Mons Venus. Holding her thighs he used his powerful tongue to lick and tease her pussy. Kristy lay back against a pillow until an orgasm shook her and she pushed his head away.

Frank smiled shifted left and repeated the process with his granddaughter, pulling her to the edge of the bed until her long legs hung off almost touching the floor. Raquel had a neatly trimmed bush. Her grandpa put his freshly shaved face right down on her slit and began to lick and finger the seventeen-year-old. Kristy turned on her side and pulled Raquel to her, taking a big, pink-tipped breast into her mouth. It was mostly all a show for Frank, Hannah had shared a few sexy tips on entertaining men.

With Kristy and Raquel’s pussy freshly ‘eaten’ Frank joined them on the bed. Kneeling, his cock hard, with a girl kneeling on either side of him. First Kristy took his cock in her mouth going down as far as she could while Frank kissed his granddaughter and pawed at her boobs. Then they switched, Raquel, going down on the big cock as Kristy was kissed and her chest fondled. Satisfied with the two blow jobs, he pushed them both down on the bed.

Kristy tried not to show how nervous she was as the older man placed the tip of his cock against her wet pubes. She’d made this deal back in December in the heat of the moment. She was whore, she knew it. Aunt Hannah had explained as much. Raquel lay next to Kristy. For a man in his late 60s, Frank was in decent shape with a full head of hair.

Raquel leaned over and she kissed Kristy on the mouth. She felt calm as their tongues found each other exchanging spit.

Frank pulled at her hips then pushed his cock slowly into her pussy. Number five. He felt big.

The sex was good. Frank went slow at first, pausing reaching for her tits, leaning in for a kiss. Raquel was not ignored by her grandpa, he touched her big boobs, and they shared a long kiss. The three of them had sex. Frank didn’t come in Kristy. After perhaps 10 minutes of stroking into her cunt, groping her tits, and kissing, he pulled out and had Raquel get in the doggie position, ass in the air. Kristy lay under her friend’s tits, squeezing them, sucking on the hard sensitive nipples as her grandpa entered her cunt from behind. Frank fucked his Granddaughter with short rapid strokes tightly holding her hips.

Placed on her hands and knees next to Raquel, Frank switched back to Kristy. Grunting and calling out to them.

“I love you girls.” He said as he penetrated Kristy for a second time.

This time his strokes were harder and faster, a series of moans escaped her lips, it almost hurt, his cock. She turned her head and kissed Raquel in the French way with her tongue as Frank slapped her ass.

Frank pulled out after 4 or 5 minutes of steady fucking, “Kristy get on your back. Raquel, get up here.” He said, kneeling, directing traffic, holding his cock until his granddaughter took over.

Kristy her heart racing lay back, legs open up against the pillows. Kneeling next to Frank, Raquel used her right hand to jack her grandpa’s big slick cock. Frank’s cock was inches from Kristy’s belly. With a grunt, he pulled Raquel close to him as his cock spurted a stream of goo over Kristy’s pubes and belly. A couple more jerks to empty his nuts and he was done.

“Damn,” he said, never one to cuss much. He kissed Raquel even as he eyed Kristy. “You, okay?”

Kristy nodded, “Yes.” she said, remembering to breathe.

A little stunned by the intensity of the last few minutes she ran her finger through the warm semen on her belly and pubes as her heartbeat steadied. Wow, wow! She watched the two kiss sharing a hug. Raquel’s body shined with sweat as she knelt next to her grandpa a hand on his hairy chest. As Raquel broke from the kiss, she smiled knowingly at Kristy.

Light applause from the doorway. “Well done. Let Kristy clean up.” Nancy, Frank’s wife said. “I’ll make you a cup of tea.” She added.

Kristy blushed for a moment, caught with Frank. Of course, his wife knew what he was doing. But she wasn’t supposed to be home yet. Nancy and Cassandra, both nude, stood just inside the bedroom doorway watching them. For how long Kristy didn’t know. Tea sounded nice but she needed a shower first. She was sweaty and her pubes and belly were sticky with cum.

“Thank you. This was fun.” Frank said to both of them while glancing at his wife and youngest granddaughter.

As Nancy watched, Kristy sat up and kissed Frank gently on the lips as her hand trailed down to his limp cock.

“It was fun. I’m learning a lot, about golf.” She said mostly for their audience as she slid off the bed. She wasn’t too embarrassed, she had been naked and had sex in front of everyone in this room before.

Nancy laughed “I bet you have.”

Kristy liked this game, of golf and find the hole.

“Frank, if you took one of these, do you have the energy for Cassandra?” Nancy said holding up the open bottle of Viagra.

Cassandra stood next to Nancy, her eyes on her grandpa as Kristy went looking for the guest bathroom.

Kristy looked back at her sugar Daddy as he patted the rumpled bed next to him and Raquel. “Come on, get on up here and suck your grandpa’s dick,” was his answer.

Cassandra giggled like a young girl as her grandfather gave her ass a little spank as she climbed onto the bed next to her sister. Kristy left the door to the bathroom open, just like home to pee and shower.

Calling Home

Sergeant First Class (SFC) Wilkins smiled at his wife who was waving at him on the 19” computer monitor in front of him. He wore a headset with a boom microphone in a little cubical reserved for private Skype video calls. It was just after 0400 in Iraq so just after 8pm on Sunday night at home. JoAnn wore a dressing gown to cover her nudity.

He glanced behind him; a camouflage poncho liner covered the opening giving them privacy. “No one will interrupt. It’s early.” He said, looking into the camera attached to the top of the monitor. He worked nights at Task Force JSOC HQ supporting Special Operations missions by providing up to date intelligence and imagery. The insurgencies were heating up all throughout Iraq with frequent daily attacks on US and Coalition forces. Once or twice a week so far, he went out with the ‘door kickers’ from Task Force Center, primarily Army Delta Force soldiers to assist with collecting intelligence (SE/ Site Exploitation).

JoAnn slipped off her robe. He smiled, seeing her sitting there naked, she gave her chest a little shake for him. He wore his camouflage uniform, ACU, every day for everything. He said he was doing good and was listening to an update on family life. She looked tired though he knew she wouldn’t complain.

“Caroline and I went to a ‘Home Nudity’ conference yesterday in Asheville and met Dr. Levenson.” She said, speaking into the microphone on the desk. “Not what I expected.” She added.

At home, examining the photo on the back cover of the book, JoAnn had told Bob that Dr. Levenson looked like the actress Connie Sellecca. Bob agreed. Beautiful with long black hair, a pretty face, her makeup always done just right, a very polished look. A very popular television actress in 1980s and ‘90s. On Oprah, she spoke well, sounded intelligent, and said the right words that sold books to bored, frustrated, housewives sitting at home.

Bob ‘actively’ listened. His therapist Rachel had used that term on him. “So, you felt Dr. Levenson was more interested in promoting her new video series instead of answering your questions.”

“Yes, we were all in the auditorium at a community college. She talked and we listened. Showed us some videos and ‘case studies.’ At the coffee break, she did sign our books, but she also sold study guides, books, and videos.” She said, “Only at the end she took questions.”

“I see. Canned answers for your questions.” He offered, showing he was listening even as his mind was on the two missions being run tonight by Delta and SEALs going after HVTs identified by the intelligence fusion cell.

“Yes, many of us had issues with some of her rules and wanted clarification. Like not getting dressed when non-nudist guests visit or taking off the bathroom doors. A single father of two young girls had a question about conflict with his former in-laws who called him a pedophile. She didn’t have good answers and more than once suggested preordering her new video series, for more insight.”

“I see.” He said. He’d had the same questions.

“Then of course Chapter 9, the follow your sexual feelings chapter, lots of questions from the audience.” She paused “In her answers Dr. Levenson went even further, implying to the audience that ‘family love’ was healthy.” She said, then waited.

Bob knew JoAnn had no issue with incest. He had crossed a few lines with his family and friends. He felt some guilt if he was honest with himself. And along the way he’d started an ‘affair’ with a married actress, to name one of his many transgressions.

“Daddy!” Jenny and Lynn said together as two naked girls peeked over their mom’s shoulder smiling at him.

Seeing them warmed his heart. “Hi, you look beautiful. I miss you.” He said.

His girls’ bodies were developing, he noticed as they talked telling him about school and their friends. On little Lynn her bumps were a little bigger, so too were Jenny’s, her breasts had grown bigger in the few weeks he was gone, and both had a little more hair between their legs.

“We miss you, Daddy!” they each blew kisses at him. He could see they were putting on a good show. Little Lynn’s face was working into tears.

“Hey, keep doing good in school and help your mom. I’ll be home in no time, before schools out and in time for your birthdays.” He said.

JoAnn had her arms around the girls and gave them kisses as she made way for his boy Kevin to sit in the office chair. Kevin pulled the chair close.