Leave it to Beavers: Jake 23

The days were getting shorter.  It would soon be Winter.  I was bored out of my tree.  I realized that when I was delivering pizza or going to school time seemed to go by so much faster.  Now, I have too much free time on my hands.  And I cannot get another job because I am really on call.  Never knowing when Ivan might need me.  The worst part is that I have too much time to think.  I start thinking about filming wild beaver in the wild and how exciting that is going to be.  I have waited so long.  And Spring is just around the corner.  Spring is just around the corner… no more taking photos of the DICE… no more Aurora.  My thoughts always come back to her!  It is extremely irritating.  Not much irritates me.  AND that is irritating.  I wonder what she is doing right now?  Of course, my contract does stipulate that I cannot have any contact with any of them outside the photo sessions.  So, I am just left wondering.  I mean we work together so it is just normal that I think of them… right?  But… I don’t really think about Piper and Josie.

I have to get out of my apartment.  Clear my head.  I grab my camera and without any real direction I find myself at the nearest mall.  The weather is definitely cooler now so maybe I can take some photos of shoppers.  Halloween has only recently ended, but just like clockwork, the stores are already pushing their Christmas sales.  Christmas music plays through the speakers.  Christmas lights and decorations adorn the shops.  Signs entice shoppers with Christmas sales.  And people buy it all up.  Like some sort of Christmas magic.  I never really noticed that before.  But it is all just a … fantasy. 

It is slightly more difficult photographing people while they are shopping as opposed to at a park.  People seem more suspicious.  So, the vibe was all wrong.  I did get some photos, but it just wasn’t working.  I sat down across from a lingerie shop… with my camera in hand.  On the bench I noticed a scarf.  I don’t have a scarf.  I picked it up.  It was soft and warm like someone had just been wearing it.  Without really thinking I smelled it.  Familiar?  People kind of looked at me odd.  Weird, how just because I was holding a camera across from a lingerie shop while smelling a scarf would get so much attention?  Would they have noticed me like at the food court?  I felt like saying I film women without their clothes on for a living.  And what a bunch of hypocrites!  Maybe, if I like had Aurora’s white lace panties with the faint yellow stain in my hand and up to my face AND my camera standing at the entrance to the lingerie shop that might have been different!  Honestly, I don’t even know why I was across from the lingerie shop.  A security guard came over and asked me what I was doing?  I told him I was a photographer.  He politely asked me to leave.  I no longer belonged in the real world.  Wow.  So, with scarf in hand, I left. 

Ivan shortly thereafter contacted me and said the Viking pics were once again great.  Unfortunately, the next shoot was also going to be outside.  It was the last outside shoot.  The investors at StarDreamers wanted some photos of the DICE in front of a church.  Not naked… of course, being cold and outside.  But again, there would be heaters and some smokers.  Some lighting as well.  The DICE would be wearing very sensual dresses with lace hats and gloves and even lace on there high heeled shoes.  He said that we, being myself and the ladies, were to meet on location.  He gave me all the details I would need and being just the photographer there wasn’t many.  Hard to believe it would soon be over.

A church?  With the DICE?  Odd, I get thrown out, well, asked to leave the mall all decorated with Christmas spirit, and now I am going to be taking photos of three very beautiful women in front of church!  I cannot … begin to understand.  Life at Easter Bay was so much simpler.

The day of the shoot arrived and I drove my melted soft serve vanilla ice cream smelling Chevy Nova to the church location.  It was early evening.  The church had an ominous appearance.  In the lighting, which was already set up, it gave an impression of black and white doom.  Steps led up to three individual doors.  I remember something … latin… nomine patris, et filly, et spirit sankti… or something like that.  Anyway, it resonated holiness.  And it was cool outside even with the heaters.  Fake smoke swirled around the steps.  Clouds were moving in.  There was snow in the forecast. 

I went and greeted the ladies who were… looking incredibly beautiful.  Piper was wearing a blue tight-fitting dress.  Josie’s was yellow and you could just make out her tattoo snake slithering up her leg.  And Aurora… she was wearing red… wow, she looked really nice.  They all had black high heels … pumps… is that what they are called?  I don’t know.  Black lace gloves and hats with like netting that came down just past their noses.  Aurora’s blonde hair was in a pony tail.  And she was wearing a light red lipstick… on her … lips. 

We decided to get to work.  And they posed on the church steps and in front of the church doors.  I took my photos.  What a contrast.  These beautiful women glowed with bright colour and sensuality posing in front of the hallowed ground of a bleak church.  And it so worked!  They were like witches or demonesses or cast aside angels!  They didn’t belong and to me they seemed perfect.  Almost more real.  More alive.  And the church became like the dead or a fantasy.  The smoke swirled around the women enhancing their nymphlike appearance.  And I kept snapping my camera.  It wasn’t a long photo shoot.  I got a lot of great photos though.  We ended just as snow began to fall.  The crew packed up. 

Piper and Josie said they had a ride.  Aurora asked if I would take her back to the Mansion.  Sure.  After all, it was in my contract to… do what?  But I did agree to take her.  I loaded up my equipment and we hopped in my car.  I don’t remember ever being alone driving with Aurora.  The snow was definitely coming down heavier now.  I could see goose bumps on her arms so I fired up the heater and we were soon on our way in my melted soft serve vanilla ice cream smelling Chevy Nova.  I wonder if she could smell it.  Then I remembered the wrestling shoot with the vanilla smelling lubricant!  Funny.  We drove through the snow not really saying much.  Even now, I am at a loss for words when it comes to Aurora.  I can talk to Piper and Josie without any trouble.  But with Aurora, it’s like I am worried I am going to say the wrong thing.  Or maybe the right thing.  She is so strange. 

We made it back to the Mansion through what now looked like a heavy snowstorm.  I parked in the garage and we got out.  Aurora said she wanted to show me something.  Okay.  Did I say she was strange?  She took my hand and led me inside.  Her hand was so small yet mystifying.  I followed her and looked at the back of her red satiny dress as it moved over her … figure.  Funny how clothes can be at times more… seductive than without clothes.  She led me through the Mansion and as I followed her up the stairs she looked back and smiled at me.  It was a warm smile like the one she had when she was sleeping that one morning.  I remembered wondering what she was dreaming about and now I am wondering… what she is smiling about now?

I wake up.  I wake up in the master bed.  For some reason I expected Aurora would be there.  But she wasn’t.  The Mansion was quiet.  I could here the blizzard outside.  It was late in the evening.  Really late.  I suppose she must have had some urgency to leave and didn’t want to wake me up.  That was thoughtful.  I got up and went downstairs.  The Mansion reminded me of the church.  Quiet and lifeless.  I had never been here alone before.  I decided that rather than test my car in the blizzard I would wait until morning or at least until the roads were cleared.  I started up the gas fireplace and it cast eerie shadows on the walls.  I found the bar and poured myself a bourbon on ice then went and sat in front of the bay window.  I watched as the blizzard raged outside.  I thought of a book I once read by, I think, James Joyce about the dead and snow falling on graves.  It wasn’t a very interesting book.  I much prefer Great Expectations.  But as the snow fell and the fireplace shadows danced around the room and being alone, I couldn’t get that image of snow falling on graves from my thoughts.  It was an unsettling feeling of foreboding.  Unnerving.  It would have been nice if Aurora was here.  I might even have come up with something to say.  I finished my bourbon. 

I turned off the fireplace and went back upstairs.  I crawled underneath the covers of the master bed.  Somehow, I could smell Aurora.  I liked her smell.  I didn’t have her white lace panties with the faint yellow stain, but I could still smell her.  I closed my eyes and let her smell fill my thoughts.  I curled up in a fetal position and imagined holding her.  My hand under her pajama top.  She wasn’t wearing pajamas though she was wearing that satiny red dress.  I could still feel her flesh and her heart beating and her breathing and the warm sweet smell of her breath… and her kiss… the softness of her lips.  She kissed me.  She kissed me twice.  No, three times.  Once on the cheek though and the first time out at the cabin when she was high on drugs.  But that other time… here in the Mansion, she said she was sorry and that kiss… felt… real. 

I wonder what she wanted to show me?  That’s what she said.  When we got out of my car.  She wanted to show me something.  And she led me through the Mansion as I looked at her red satiny dress moving over her… body.  She smiled at me going up the stairs.  She really has a nice smile.  I fell asleep wondering… what did she want to show me?

I was in the black fog.  It swirled around me.  I could see it, but couldn’t see through it.  I wasn’t a wolf this time.  I was just me.  I looked around.  All I could see was the black fog.  Out of nowhere, I thought I heard my name being called.  I ran in the direction from where it came from.  I yelled out, Hello!  Nothing.  I kept running.  Frightened this time.  My name was called again in the distance, but from farther away.  I ran!  I ran as fast I could, trying desperately to catch up.  Hello!!!  My heart was beating, aching… my legs were burning and all around me was the black fog.  HELLO!!!  Nothing.  The voice was gone.  I was left … standing alone… in the black fog.

Leave it to Beavers: Jake 1

A black fog surrounded me.  I never heard of a black fog.  It wasn’t late in the evening.  But then again, I couldn’t determine the time at all.  Timeless impenetrable black fog…

My name is Jacob.  But everyone just calls me Jake.  Except my mother when I do something wrong.  Speaking of my mother, I have two great parents and I grew up homeschooled in a very rural environment in the Rocky Mountains.  Needless to say, my social skills were somewhat limited.  My Dad taught me how to hunt and fish.  My Mom taught me how to cook and garden.  To me life was normal and I guess some would describe it as quaint. 

Like I said we lived in a very rural area.  We had a log cabin that was located on a lake called Easter Bay.  I loved fishing off the dock.  Watching the sun rise and the wildlife that would meander through.  There was always something to do.  I think I was 8 or 9 when one morning I got up and was making my way down to the dock when I spotted a small wake in our bay.  Obviously, it was some sort of animal, but I couldn’t readily identify it.  It would turn in various directions.  Sometimes disappearing at moments.  I found a place in the grass to observe this watery creature.  At first, I was just curious.  What was it?  It finally emerged close to the dock.  I had never actually seen one, but I knew instantly what it was, a beaver.  I have seen them in photos, but I never realized they were so big.  And very majestic.  I was now fascinated and captivated.  I watched for what seemed like an enormous amount of time while it groomed its wet fur and wandered around the beach area.  I didn’t want to move.  I don’t know why, but I was a little unnerved.  Not necessarily scared.  And yet, I didn’t want to scare it away either.  Strange, but I almost felt a connection. 

After studying this bizarre creature for awhile, I decided to get my Dad and have him acknowledge my discovery.  I slowly made my way to our cabin but unfortunately, by the time we returned the beaver was gone.  He tousled my hair and smiled.  He saw a little disappointment in my demeanor and told me how the locals believed that such sightings could be spirit related.  Maybe the beaver was my spirit animal.  And I believe that my life changed at that moment.  The beaver was my spirit animal.  And from that point on I became obsessed with beavers. 

I studied beavers on the internet.  Yes, even in a very rural Rocky Mountain environment, we had the internet.  We even had a very good printer.  And what did I do?  I printed out photos of beavers.  A lot of them.  I soon had beaver shots all over my room.  My Mom accepted my fascination with beavers and allowed me to order a large beaver shot that I put on my ceiling above my bed so every night I could see a wet glistening beaver staring down at me.  I had great dreams.  I dreamt one day I would be a naturalist studying wild beavers.  One Christmas, my parents bought me a digital camera.  It was one of the best gifts I ever received.  Well, all my gifts I received from parents were great.  But the camera was especially great.  Now, I could capture my own beaver shots!

I didn’t have much luck though.  I never saw that beaver again. 

Time passed.  I grew up or thought I did.  My homeschooling ended and I attended the local high school.  No, we were not completely isolated.  I said I had limited social skills, but that was only in comparison to what kids had in larger cities.  But still, high school was awkward at first.  My grades weren’t great, but they weren’t bad either.  I realized that I adapted well and that my Mom and Dad really did do a good job preparing me for high school. 

I was taking a Biology class, of course I was excited to be taking this class, and our main research project was to choose an animal and present it to the class.  My classmates generally took bears, mountain lions, moose, sharks even, but I was the only one that… yup, you guessed it, took the beaver!  I was so excited to be able to present to my class my knowledge of the beaver!  It was like a dream! 

The day arrived.  Presentation day.  I had posters of beavers doing beaver things.  I had a short video of beavers in their natural habitat.  I talked about all the things beavers were famous for and what they did and how they contributed to the environment and how majestic they were and how I had beaver shots all over my room because the beaver was my spiritual animal and how I was going the be a naturalist and study and photograph wild beavers in the wild and how I loved beavers…

The class really seemed interested.  At the end they even asked great and interesting questions.  One student asked if beavers were always wet which I never thought about before, but I replied that beavers were at home in the water.  Another student asked if I had ever tasted a beaver and I answered no and then I put it to the class if they would like to taste a beaver.  Most of the boys put up their hands and even some of the girls.  Then one student asked if there were actually hairless beavers.  A strange question, but I don’t believe there are hairless beavers.  Again, my classmates seemed very excited by my presentation.  The teacher sent a couple to the principal’s office.  Never understood why though.  I thought everyone had a wonderful, enjoyable time.  I suppose the teacher thought it was good.  She gave me a B.  Which I thought was appropriate.  It was the highlight of my high school career.  After that everyone called me BeaverMan.  I mean the entire school knew who I was.  It was great. 

After high school, I ended up moving to the city.  My Dad had purchased me an early 70s Chevy Nova that was blue in color.  I say blue, but it was original blue so somewhat faded and rusty.  I would have preferred a pickup truck because well, that is what I thought a naturalist would drive.  I enrolled in a 2-year photography course at the local college and received student loans to cover my expenses.  It was the first time I was on my own.  To help out with expenses, I landed a job delivering pizzas.  So that was my life at the time.  Going to school and delivering pizzas.  In the city.  Far away from where my heart really wanted to be.  In nature.  Studying and photographing beavers.  My obsession.  Oh, it wasn’t all dismal and melancholy.  I learned a lot in my courses.  And I also learned a lot about people.  I stayed in contact with my Mom and Dad and they always said how proud they were of me.

My courses were nearing an end.  I had no clear idea of where my life was headed.  Or how I would support myself.  It was just an effort to stay positive.  Everyday the sun would rise and it was another day closer to what I don’t know.  And everyday I became more and more depressed.  A sinking feeling like being lost at sea or just lost.  I wondered if beavers felt this way. 

I decided to put up a flyer advertising my skills as a photographer.  I even advertised on the internet.  I was desperate.  The walls were definitely closing in.  Delivering pizzas helped, but that was not financially sustainable.  Sometimes I wished I was back home on the dock fishing. 

Time passed and nothing.   I was considering moving back home in disgrace and failure.  It was that bad.  Depression, depression, depression.

Then I received a call or message… I can’t remember which.  From an Ivan Jakovski.  He asked if I was interested in doing some photographic work for him.  He was in advertising and marketing and worked for a company called Upper Advertising.  Never heard of it, but who cares!  I couldn’t believe it!  A lifeline!  Of course, I agreed.  I would have agreed to anything.  Ivan said that the first session would be a test run, but if everything went okay, I would be contracted for about a year.  This was like the best ever!  I asked what the project was, but he just said everything would be explained on site and just to bring my equipment.  A little mysterious, but I was desperate. 

I was given instructions to go to a certain hotel, at a certain room number, at a certain time… all of which is irrelevant.  I don’t remember ever being in a hotel.  I think I may have delivered a couple pizzas to motels, but never hotels.  Anyway, the hotel was very ritzy.  The people there were… well, not the kind I think would be at home in the woods.  So, I wandered through them feeling very out of place and made my way to the elevator which took me to the designated floor.  Walked to the room number given to me and knocked. 

A young woman answered.  An attractive young woman.  She asked my what I wanted.  As if, I shouldn’t be there or something.  I said I was told to show up here and that I was to do some photographic work.  She asked if I was Jake.  I said yes and she let me in.  She wasn’t alone.  There were two other women, again, young and very attractive women.  I took off my hiking boots and made my way into the room.  The room was huge.  Huge bed.  Huge couch.  Huge kitchen.  It even had a kitchen!  The bathroom was huge.  Huge glass shower with no curtains.  I never imagined such a place.  So, the room was one thing that blew my mind.  Amazing just being there. 

The ladies, and I know I called them women, but these were definitely ladies or so I assumed at the time, introduced themselves as Josie, Piper, and Aurora.  Interesting names.  Still at a loss as to what I was supposed to be doing or photographing. 

Josie and Piper were wearing dresses and sitting on the sofa.  I should say the dresses were very … um… not there.  Josie had dark brown wavy hair and what I believe was a tattoo of a snake winding around her left leg that disappeared into her dress.  Piper had wavy hair as well, but it was blond.  And Piper was well, of the three very, how should I put this… well built, I guess.  I mean they were all like put together.  Just Piper seemed to be more … gifted.  Aurora seemed out of place.  She had shoulder length sandy coloured hair and was wearing ripped jeans.  A fashion statement, I guess.  Some sort of t-shirt, but what really stood out was she was wearing sunglasses.  I received this overwhelming impression that Aurora was like the defacto leader of this group of young ladies.  There was an assertion about her demeanor.  Although they were all sitting down, I could tell Aurora was shorter and more petite, but that didn’t take away from the allure and strange power that seemed to emanate from her whole persona.  I have never been in the company of such attractive women before. 

Anyway, my assessment was a quick one.  A flash really. 

We talked briefly.  Well, mainly I talked.  It was like I was in an interview or something.  I told them where I came from and how I was interested in photography and how I wanted to photograph wild beavers in the wild, they appeared amused by this, and I told them how the beaver was my spiritual animal and how I had beaver shots all over my room where I grew up with a bit beaver shot on my ceiling that I would stare at before going to sleep.  I think I was rambling a bit, but I also might have been a little unsettled.  I drank a lot of water.  Finally, I asked what I would be shooting.

They said that I would be shooting them.  Okay.  What does that mean?  They explained to me that I would be taking pictures of them in lingerie.  That is how they said it.  In lingerie.  In other words, in their underwear.  Okay… my mental processes were like attempting to what… process this.  I have to say they were very respectful while I was … processing.  I took a deep breath.  I don’t know why I took a deep breath.   Maybe, because I had been unintentionally holding my breath for awhile or longer.  I don’t know.  Okay.  I think I said okay a few times.  I knew I was going to be taking a few deep breaths.  I looked at all of them again and tried not to think about what I was going to do.  Focus.  I need a job.  I was a photographer.  Be professional.   I nodded and said okay again. 

I picked up my camera bag and focused on what lens I was going to use, angles, lighting and general photography stuff.  The ladies got up and began taking off their clothes.  Okay.  I attempted to be nonchalant.  I mean wow.  They were… wow.  They weren’t just taking off their clothes to there like underwear.  They were putting on new underwear!  I remember jumping off the dock into the cold waters of Easter Bay and the first jump was like a shock of cold.  This was like that.  I saw everything.  Deep breath.  And then I got to work.  And they were very professional like this was an everyday thing.  I would soon learn it was, in fact, an everyday thing!

They posed individually on the huge couch, the huge bed, the huge bathroom.  Their poses were well thought out and all I really had to do was take the photos.  I couldn’t do anything else!  I was totally out of my element like in a HUGE way!  They posed individually, in pairs, yes in pairs, and even altogether.  And to be clear, they didn’t just pose in one set of underwear, which they described as lingerie, but multiple sets.  Let me put it this way.  I have never seen so much female flesh.  EVER!  But I was okay.  I stayed safe behind my lens.  Trying to maintain a professional attitude.  They were my subjects.  It wasn’t easy.  But I still wanted to generate or capture nice images. 

So…, Piper is on the bed and Aurora joins her.  I am thinking just another pose, right?  But this time Aurora leans in and kisses Piper.  Like with tongue.  Aurora then put her hand… in Piper’s … panties.  And she is like moving her fingers.  I mean Aurora is moving her fingers in Piper’s panties because I can see them.  At this point I stopped taking photos.  Then Josie is behind Aurora and pulling down Aurora’s panties and sticks her face between … Then Aurora looks at me somewhat annoyed and tells me to keep shooting because clearly, I was stunned by what I was seeing.  I mean underwear photos were one thing, but this was something else.  Was this even legal?  I kept shooting.

I cannot begin to describe what happened next.  There was soon no more underwear or lingerie.  Obviously, these ladies were very, very familiar with each other.  It was a flesh storm.  Tongues, fingers, toes were all over the place and all over their places.  Piper was lying on the bed with her legs spread.  Josie was sitting on Piper’s … like head.  Aurora had her face, and was directing me to photograph her as her face was down between Piper’s legs and she used… her tongue on… oh my god.  It just kept going on and on and THEY were on and on.  Flesh and flesh and wetness.  They started sweating.  Their hair and hairs were all wet.  Like I mean really sweating wet.  Aurora was only wearing sunglasses.  Did I mention that Aurora has armpit hair?  I always thought women shaved their armpits.  And her armpit hair was even wet!  I mean they were all wet and sweating and I don’t know what other fluids were mixed into their sweat.  And spit!  They were like spitting on each other.  There was a smell of sweat and spit and …  How could there not be???  But it wasn’t just sweat.  A smell that I really couldn’t identify.  The moans and shrieks filled my ears and yet I continued filming.  Aurora said some of the most nasty and profane things.  I never heard anyone talk like Aurora.   She was like a heated animal.  They all were really, but Aurora stood out as even more aggressive than Piper or Josie. 

I don’t know how long this went on.  It was all just a blur of flesh and moans and smells…  Finally, though, it subsided and they crashed.  Like a physical and mental exhaustion crash.  Even I was exhausted!  I took advantage of the situation and packed up my things.  The last thing I wanted was for them to wake up.  I felt I did my job.  I grabbed my hiking boots and snuck out of the room.  It was in the elevator where I put my boots on.  I know I got to my car and was able to drive home.  I remember sitting on my couch and just wondering what I had just experienced.  Later, I briefly reviewed the photos before sending them by email to Ivan.  Days later, I was still disconcerted about what I had experienced.  Part of me felt I cannot do that again.  Or even if I did a good job.  It was an absolutely shocking experience.  I thought of my Mom and Dad and came to the conclusion that this may not be for me.  Ivan contacted me and said the photos were incredible and that all the ladies said I was great and respectful.  They said they never had a chance to properly say goodbye and were sorry about that.  They wanted to work with me again.  Still… I was uncertain.  Ivan then sent me an e-transfer for my pay.  Wow.  It was more money than I would make in a whole month!  He then said he was in the process of writing up a contract and that he would send it to me as soon as it was available.

How could I turn this down???

Leave it to Beavers: Aurora 2

I remember some of my childhood.  I have decent parents.  I was adopted shortly after I was born.  My adoptive mother is a nurse in an emergency room.  My adoptive father is an airline pilot.  Like I said, they were very decent to me.  I had everything I could ask for and I really felt loved and protected. 

My name is Aurora.  Apparently, I was named by the nurses at the hospital where I was born.  My adoptive parents had the opportunity, if they wanted, to change my name, but they decided to accept my name.  I like my name.  To me, it means something special.  I have always felt that I was special in a way.  I don’t know if it was because I was an adoptive child or not or because I needed to feel special.  But that was just part of my identity.  Another part of my identity that I don’t really like to talk about are my eyes.  And I won’t.  I have had to wear sunglasses all my life.  Again, I will not explain why.  They are not normal sunglasses.  They are specially made and very expensive.  I am very lucky to have parents that were able to afford these glasses and allow me to have a variety of types.  Growing up schools and their administrators had to accept and allow me to wear these glasses.  These glasses were not easily removed or dislodged.  They were very flexible to almost any situation.  I know how to remove them easily, but other than my parents they are like glued to my head.  In essence, they are me, my identity. 

Another very significant part of my identity is that I love sex.  I have accepted it.  I love fucking.  And I enjoy having sex with both men and women.  But I really have to go back to when I first really discovered my craving for sex.  The crazy thing is that it just happened.  Like a sexual awakening.  I cannot even remember how old I was, 8, 9, 10, not really important.  One day, my mother asked me to do laundry.  No big deal.  I liked helping where I could.  It was an innocent task.  Just putting clothes in the wash machine, waiting until it finished, and then the dryer.  I remember starting the wash machine and deciding that I would sit on top and read this stupid book called Great Expectations I had to read for school.  There I was sitting on the wash machine with it running.  Reading a stupid book.  The machine was vibrating.  I squirmed a bit.  The vibration hummed right through my crotch and what I soon discovered was my clitoris or clit.  It fucking felt so good.  Not just good, but FUCKING GREAT!!!  I was soon asking if there was any more washing needed to be done.  My mother thought I was wonderful.  My first sexual partner was the washing machine.  I mean I really grinded my cunt all over that machine.  It was fucking awesome.  I was masturbating before I even knew what masturbating was! 

However, there is only so much washing that can be done.  And I soon questioned whether this was normal behaviour.  Am I the only one at my age that enjoys fucking a wash machine?  I decided to stop.  But my brain wouldn’t stop.  Or was it my clit asking for attention?  I didn’t know.  As much as I wanted or attempted to ignore my clit, the more I found myself masturbating just to satisfy my clit.  It felt so fucking good.  In bed, in the shower, having a bath, anywhere where I was alone.  And it was while I was masturbating when I started getting more turned on by thinking profanity.  I imagined fucking my cunt and my clit and just fucking and fucking.  All my thoughts became about where and when I was going to masturbate next. 

I soon became aware of boys.  I mean, I know boys don’t have vaginas.  They have penises.  But NOW, I didn’t think of vaginas and penises.  I thought of cunts and cocks.  And I soooooooo wanted to touch a boy’s cock!  I would masturbate dreaming not of fucking a cock or sucking on a cock.  I just dreamt of cock!  And I didn’t know why. 

By the time I went to high school, I had already kissed a couple boys.  A little awkward.  More for them than me.  Although kissing felt good, it was like something was missing.  I wanted more.  I just wasn’t sure how far I should go.  But in high school it was like everyone intentionally or unintentionally had sex on their minds.  But sex was definitely on my mind.  And it was super easy.  In my classes, I either asked for help or offered help to someone and it was mostly boys.  Where did these little sessions occur?  I had the perfect set up.  My parents worked at lot of hours so the house was pretty much mine.  The first boy I brought home probably thought I only had studying in mind.  Well, I am sure that he may have been thinking about sex, but he really tried to be respectful.  That lasted until I stuck my tongue in his mouth.  I discovered that as soon as you stick your tongue in a boy’s mouth, they will do almost anything for you.  But I wasn’t a tease.  At least not entirely.  A little dry rubbing or humping was as far as I would go at first.  I felt his cock harden and it was so hard to not pull it out.  I wanted to put not only my hand on it, but I wanted to put it in my mouth.  I wanted to suck on his cock so badly.  It was just as much a tease for me because I was still unsure.  The worst part of puberty is insecurity for both males and females.  I soon had plenty of study partners.  Some of them even paid me money to study. 

I was in my second year of high school when a girl started to be bullied.  It was terrible.  She wasn’t a personal friend of mine, but that didn’t mean I didn’t feel badly for her.  The thing is she had friends, or so-called friends, over for an overnight sleepover.  She had a dog and one of her friends walked into her bedroom while the dog was licking her pussy.  And the rumours spread after that.  People started calling her Lassie.  One day, I walked into the school restroom and I heard crying.  It was Lassie.  I asked her if she was okay.  What a fucking stupid question?  But I really didn’t know what else to say.  She told me to go away, but I persisted.  Eventually, she came out of her stall.  She looked worn out and so depressed and I felt this overwhelming compulsion to help her.  I took her hand and walked through the halls with other students looking at us and led her to her next class.  No one said anything.  I felt powerful.  Emboldened.  It was like everyone knew who I was with my sunglasses on and my courage escorting Lassie.  Accepting her. 

Incredibly, Lassie was the first person I fucked.  It was a little weird at first.  Afterall, she had her dog licking her pussy.  I invited her for a study session and it was really a sexual study session.  We immediately started talking about sex and our experiences.  I told her how I fucked my washing machine.  And she told me how it was really accidental how her dog started sniffing her crotch and how good it felt.   And then it just escalated from there.  We just confided in each other.  And normalized our desire for sex.  We practiced kissing and then French kissing.  Soon, we had our cloths off and we weren’t just studying our cunts, but we were licking our cunts.  Lassie said it was way better than the dog and I said it was way better than fucking a wash machine.  We would rub our cunts and clits together really hard.  Like really hard.  Lassie asked about my sunglasses and I was almost tempted to take them off, but I wasn’t ready and I am glad I didn’t.  She also asked me about my armpit hair.  Funny, but I do have armpit hair.  My armpit hair is another symbol of my individuality.  I not only like my natural body hair, but it represents a defiance of cultural norms.  No one is going to tell me what to do with my body or how I am supposed to be more of a woman.  I also don’t wear perfumes.  I think they stink and I prefer smelling a natural scent.  A lot of the girls at school are so hung up about how they smell.  I mean unless you don’t bathe for weeks I can understand, but trust me don’t worry so much about how your cunt smells or tastes.   

My relationship with Lassie didn’t last too long.  Like me, she wanted to fuck a boy.  And I helped her with that.  I invited one of my male study partners to join us which he eagerly accepted.  It was amazing how fast it took them to engage in sex.  I think he was more interested in me, but all Lassie had to do, at my advice, was to ask him to smell her and he did.  He smelled her neck and said she smelled nice.  And then she asked him to smell her cunt.  I mean she literally asked him to smell her cunt!  And he did.  She tore off her pants and spread her legs.  And right in front of me he started licking like there was no tomorrow.  I know he enjoyed it because I had my tongue in that same cunt and it smelled and tasted like heaven.  I wanted to join in at first, but I was enjoying watching them too much.  Was I finger fucking myself?  Oh yeah.   I watched him stick his tongue right into her honey hole and watched her suck on his cock and then I watched him fuck her.  They totally enjoyed themselves and I was almost content to just watch.  I thought about going over and pulling his cock out of her wet pussy and tasting both her juices and his cock, but I wasn’t quite ready yet. 

Their connection ended up ruining my friendship with Lassie.  They started going out together and get this, she started to really hate me because I had kissed him before.  That was it.  I kissed the guy and then set them up and now I was like some kind of bitch!  I tell you the drama of puberty brainwashed adolescents was just too much for me to handle.  I was so glad I never had sex with any high school boys.  I got good grades though.  I no longer wanted boy cock.  I wanted MAN cock.  But where was I to get it?

High school has a certain curriculum.  One being physical activities.  And a pre-requisite is getting a doctor’s physical examination.  This didn’t bother me at all.  I scoped out doctors and came across Dr. Hanzon.  He looked fit and in his mid 30s and I found him a perfect match.  At least for what I had in mind.  He was married and had a couple of kids.  I was 16 at the time.  There I am in an examination room when he comes in.  I am already wearing a patient’s robe and naked underneath.  I intentionally wore it the wrong way open in the front.  He immediately noticed and asked if I wanted to fix it.  I said is there really a difference.  He paused and said not really.  That pause is when I knew I would get everything I wanted.  And it was very innocent.  I asked him if he would examine my breasts first saying I was concerned about them.  My tits looked very nice and I knew it.  I had no concerns.  I asked him if it was normal that I liked pinching my nipples.  He looked at me and said they were my nipples.  I told him it feels good when I pinch my nipples.  Hanzon had no idea who he was dealing with.  I then told him I masturbate a lot and asked if that was normal.  His eyes got a little wider and said everyone masturbates.  It was normal.  Man, am I reeling him in.  And I knew it!  Here is the big one.  I ask Dr. Hanzon if he could smell my vagina and tell me if it smells normal.  Total mind fuck!  What guy, doctor or not, is going to turn down putting their face into the crotch of a 16-year old girl who is asking if their cunt smells nice???!!!  His face was down between my legs spread wide open sniffing my pussy.  He said it smells very nice.  I was getting so turned on.  I asked him to tell me how my cunt tasted.  He didn’t respond.  But he did bury his tongue in my already wet bush.  He was licking like mad.  My clit was pulsing like mad!  I just kept thinking this is it!  Man cock!  I pushed his head away and I got down on my knees.  He stopped me.  What the fuck??!!  He went to the door and I thought he was leaving!  Nope.  He went and locked the door.  He came back to me and pulled down his dress pants.  Oh my god!  Out came his man cock!  I put my hands on it and it was super hot and super hard.  I put my lips on the head of his prick and I was in cock heaven.  He had a nice hard shaft.  I slid my mouth slowly down his cock feeling how hot it was and my lips felt every vein thumping in his prick.  This was the first cock I ever sucked and it was glorious.  I licked it up and down.  I licked his hairy balls.  I smelt the scent of his genitals.  As much as I wanted Hanzon’s huge cock to cum in my mouth, what I really wanted and what my cunt wanted and what my clit wanted and what my mind wanted was that huge cock fucking me.  I wanted Hanzon’s man cock in my cunt.  And he didn’t disappoint.  I got up, turned around and bent over the examination bed.  And he slowly slid his man cock into my cunt.  Fuck, was I wet and willing.  He fucked me good.  And I enjoyed every minute.  Every second my clit pulsed.  No, he didn’t cum inside me.  He was still thinking.  No, instead he turned around and let me suck on his cock.  And he came.  Hot cum blew into my throat and I swallowed every drop.  Many firsts happened that day.  I sucked a man cock.  I was fucked by a man cock.  And then I got to swallow the hot salty cum of a man cock down my throat!  Oh, and I also realized how I could turn on a man with my cunt alone.  I may have deep desires to fuck, but so do men. 

I passed my physical. 

I kept up my relationship with Dr. Hanzon and every few months we would hook up.  At first, he was a little reluctant.  If anyone found out it could ruin him.  Eventually, he totally trusted me.  We became fuck buddies.  I learned a lot from him about what I enjoyed.  One time he gave me money.  I never asked for it.  He just gave me money and said buy something nice.  After that time, anytime we got together and fucked he would give me money.  I think I knew I wanted to be an escort before I actually became an escort.  He came up with the idea of introducing me to other doctors for what he called a second opinion.  I soon had regular clients.  It was an exciting time!

Someone told me about this website called StarDreamers that was like a dating site, but for those specifically looking for sex.  There are lots of those.  But creating a profile was free so why not.  I uploaded very revealing pics of myself.  While creating my profile there was the option to check called Interested in joining the Diamond Club Experiment.  I didn’t know what that meant, but clicked yes anyway.  Probably something stupid.  And I soon forgot about StarDreamers.  Just another website.  Months past and I received an email.  It was from an Ivan Jakovski who claimed to be representative of StarDreamers.  He asked if I was still interested in joining the Diamond Club Experiment.  He explained that it was, as the name indicated, an experiment.  The intention of DICE, as he called it, was to select an elite group of escorts.  Long story short, I accepted.  Went through an interview process and I became a member of DICE.  Along with myself, two other women also joined named Piper and Josie.  It was very thrilling to meet other women who felt the same way I did about sex.  And yes, we had sex.  Lots of sex!  Like me, Piper and Josie were animals when it came to sex.  We shared everything.  Even our clients.  Now, instead of one set of clients, we had three!  It was incredible.  And Ivan made it clear that our business was in fact OUR business.  He had nothing to do with what DICE did and we never had to pay for being members.  In fact, there were times when Ivan sent us money… like for nothing!

Ivan asked us if we wanted to do some promotional photo sets.  He thought we might enjoy the experience and, as always, we were free to pretty much do whatever we wanted.  We were even going to be paid!  Clothes purchased we could keep!  And it had the added bonus of bringing us altogether where we could fuck.  How lucky am I?  Or we?  The thing is he didn’t have a photographer and he wanted someone fairly competent.  He soon had a number of photographers he was thinking about using.  So, he booked us a room at a very expensive hotel for consecutive nights.  There were actually 3 photographers he would send to us.  One on each day.

The first day was candidate number 1.  He explained he was a real estate photographer.  He was a total drip.  No life whatsoever.  I mean we are escorts!  We live for excitement!  As soon as he found out that he was going to be taking pictures of us without our clothes on, he flat out refused.  Anyway, we sent him on his way so fast that no one even remembered his name.  What a loser! 

We had to wait until the next day to meet our next candidate and that turned out to be Chuck.  I thought, I wonder if Chuck likes to Fuck.  It turns out that Chuck does like to Fuck, but that is all Chuck wanted to do!  He was a photographer.  I will give him that, but as soon as Piper, Josie, and I started to get undressed for the shoot, Chuck already had his pants down with his cock in his hand!  Chuck soon became Goodbye Chuck!  He was done. 

One left to go and we were pretty much set against him before he even arrived.  But we tried to remain positive.  Like, Jesus fucking Christ, how hard is it to find ONE guy that can aim a camera and take stupid photos!  I have to say that we did keep ourselves busy.  3 horny escorts in a hotel room?  Yup, we occupied ourselves.

The next day doorknob number 3 shows up.  He knocks at the door and I answer.  What do you want?  He looks stunned.  Yup, another winner!  He says his name is Jake.  I let him take off his hiking boots and escort (I am an escort!) him into the room.  He is looking around still looking stunned.  I introduce myself and Piper and Josie.  He seems to be struggling just looking at us.  Our clothes aren’t even off yet!  I ask him what he is interested in… just making small talk.  He was obviously insecure so part of me almost, and I say ALMOST, felt a little sorry for him.  And he had this annoying lock of hair that fell across his forehead.  He started talking about his life growing up in some rural area with his rural parents and he just rambled on and on.  All 3 of us let him go like he had to get this out of his system or something.  He talked about his spirit animal being the beaver and how he saw a beaver when he was younger and how he had beaver shots all over his bedroom walls and beaver stuffed animals and when he went to sleep at night he had a giant beaver shot on his ceiling and his life ambition was to photograph wild beavers in the wild.  What the fuck!!!  I looked over at Piper and Josie and I could tell we were doing everything we could to not start laughing our asses off!  We did control ourselves.  If Jake wasn’t so adorable, he would be pathetic.  Well, he was going to be in beaver heaven soon and I don’t think he even realized it. 

This was going to be so much fun.  Fun I never expected.  It was hilarious.  All three of us got up and started taking off our clothes.  The look on Jake’s face… priceless!  He was like what?  We soon explained to poor Jake that he was going to take pictures of us in lingerie.  Funny, but he just kept saying okay, okay, okay… And get this, I was actually getting turned on thinking how uncomfortable I, WE, were going to make him.  It never crossed my mind, at the time, that this might be the first time Jake was in a room with three very attractive women that he was asked to take their photos undressed!  And yet he handled it like a pro.  So much so, that I became more interested in making him uncomfortable just because… well, it fucking turned me on!  Piper was on the bed and I just went for it.  I stuck my tongue in her mouth and slid my hand in her underwear and started finger fucking her cunt.  Like what you are seeing Mr. BeaverMan???  Josie got behind me and pulled down my panties and I could feel her tongue on my cunt and then licking my butthole.  We are professionals and we know what each other likes.  I looked over at Jake.  He has his camera in his hands, but he is just staring at us in like shock or something.  Holy!  This was getting me so fucking wet!!!  I said to him what the fuck are doing???  Keep fucking filming!!!  And… he went back to filming!  At one point, Piper is lying on the bed with her legs spread.  Her pussy is just glistening with Piper cunt juice and some spit mixed in.  Josie is fucking her head off sitting on Piper’s face.  She is rubbing her cunt all over Piper’s tongue.  I am about to go down on Piper and I look over at Jake and said make sure you get this.  Piper smells incredible and I spread her cunt lips and she is nice and pink and wet.  I lick her pussy so Jake can get really good shots.  I am also rubbing my asshole with my one hand and my pussy with the other.  I know he can see me doing it.  He keeps on taking photos. 

The three of us keep fucking each other.  Not Jake.  He was steadfast professional.  But at some point, we pass out from exhaustion.  On the bed.  It takes a lot of work and stamina to fuck for so long!  When I did finally wake up, Jake was gone.  And here’s the thing, I actually felt a little disappointed.  Not THAT disappointed.  All three of us would agree that we wanted to work with Jake again.  Well, it was mostly me, but I had no problem convincing Piper and Josie. 

I just had this stupid smile on my face thinking how much fun I was going to have tormenting Jake.  I was giddy.  Yes, I said giddy, with anticipation!

Leave it to Beavers: Jake 3

Ivan ended up emailing me a contract for my photography services.  I thought that he must have made a mistake.  This contract was not at all what I expected.  It indicated I would be paid even more than the first job!  Also, they were offering a sponsorship following the completion of the contract so I could pursue my dream of studying wild beaver in the wild.  This sponsorship was also renewable.  Wow!  All I could think of was how much money I would be making.  I never really read the fine print.  Who reads that stuff?  I immediately signed it and sent it back.  All my financial anxieties disappeared.  

In a perfect world, I am sure most people would be quite happy at this point.  It just wasn’t that way for me.  I had been affected by my time in the hotel room and the events that transpired and what I had witnessed and what I had photographed.  I couldn’t help, but replay it again and again in head.  All that flesh and smells and moans…  Even though I had sent all the pics to Ivan, I still had copies on my computer.  I would not look at them.  However, there were times when I considered deleting them all.  I even highlighted the pics for deletion, but stopped myself before I actually hit delete.  Sometimes I would be on my couch and find myself looking over at my computer … and I would imagine it talking asking me to come over and take a peek.  

I thought if I just kept busy, I would be able to ignore whatever it was that I was trying to ignore.  Sitting at my desk in photography class, I found my mind wandering.  How could I look at my camera the same way again knowing it was the capturer of such images?  These types of questions rolled around in my thoughts.  How could I look at things from a photographic perspective when I was thinking about other things?  My teacher touched my arm and asked if I was okay?  Yeah.  Sure.  I looked at her and she was naked.  And she asked if I was sure I was okay?  She then got on my desk and spread her legs saying take your time.  I looked around the class and all the women were naked and posing.  Are you okay?  It was my teacher and I looked at her and she was dressed.  The entire class was staring at me.  I think I am coming down with something so I politely excused myself. 

Later, I went to work at the pizzeria.  Surely, I could lose my thoughts in my delivery job.  There was always a lot to do and generally the time went fast.  But it happened again.  I started seeing some of the female workers naked and wishing I had my camera.  I wanted to photograph them while they took orders, or put toppings on pizzas, or when they were putting pizzas in the oven.  They were even covered in flour and pizza sauce and they would stare at me while they wore sunglasses.  That was strange.  And then someone would snap me out of it and say I had a delivery.  What was wrong with me?

I was at the supermarket pushing my cart through the produce section and it happened again.  Female employees were naked either putting out produce or stocking shelves while they bent down.  And helping them was Aurora, Piper, and Josie putting out produce.  Piper was putting out melons.  Aurora had a seedless cucumber.  Josie was eating a banana.  And then Aurora was helping Piper with her melons and Josie was holding onto Aurora’s cucumber and then they all started sharing the banana!  And they just looked at me and smiled and I didn’t have my camera. 

During this time, I didn’t sleep much.  I just couldn’t turn off my brain like I could turn off my computer.  It was impossible.  Thoughts and images.  Thoughts and images.  I would be awake all night watching movies.  I stayed up until I passed out from exhaustion.  I used to think about things I would like to photograph for class and trying to capture the perfect images.  They didn’t seem to matter anymore.  One thing that did help was my ongoing obsession with photographing wild beaver in the wild.  It brought me back to reality over and over.  Thinking about their wet fur and how they groomed themselves with their tongues and nibbled on sticks.  Yes, they gave me mental stability.

I later received an email with basic instructions for my next shoot with Aurora, Piper, and Josie.  It was the first time he referred to them as the Diamond Club Experiment or DICE.  I had no clue what that meant.  He even mentioned StarDreamers.  Some sort of dating website.  I wasn’t into online dating.  Honestly, I really didn’t care about this stuff.  But hey, I was getting paid to shoot photos and I was mainly concerned about doing just that.  Ivan asked me to pick up the ladies, or DICE, at the Mansion and he gave me the address.  The theme of the photo shoot was baseball.  I was to take them to a ball diamond and take photos of them in different poses with baseballs, bats, and gloves while in uniform.  It actually didn’t sound all that bad.  Unlike… well, the first shoot.  And it was outdoors.  I love the outdoors. 

I drove over to the address in my Chevy Nova.  I was a little embarrassed not knowing how they would react to my car.  It wasn’t the nicest of cars.  The property was gated and locked with a speaker system.  I buzzed in and Aurora said they would be right down.  A short time later, a side gate opened and they all came out dressed like baseball players and piled into the back seat of my car with all their baseball equipment.  I have to say they looked nice in their uniforms and baseball hats.  Very well put together.  Aurora had her sunglasses on and Piper was almost exploding out of her baseball shirt.  I could see Josie’s snake tattoo since they weren’t wearing baseball pants, but extremely tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination.  There uniforms were red with blue pinstriping and lettering saying Diamonds.  Their hats said DICE.  They were striking outfits.  They all came up and hugged me and said how sorry they were that they didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.  It was very awkward for me, but I took it in stride.  I just smiled and said I left the hotel room early as I had a prior appointment.  What a lame excuse?

Off we went.  I had been given a couple secluded baseball diamond locations to choose from just in case one was being used.  The first one we went to was completely open and really, in my mind, the baseball diamond was just a perk.  It was a warm late Spring day and the sun was shining.  The weather was perfect.  We all got out and the ladies started tossing a ball around.  They seemed to be having a lot of fun so I just started taking pictures.  After all, that was my job.  It was super funny because they had like no baseball skills at all.  It took everything for me not to laugh!  They were working up a good sweat running around the field like chickens!  Eventually, they did do some poses all sweaty and they were clearly enjoying themselves.  Aurora played back catcher while Piper and Josie attempted to hit a ball.  It was a public park, but they all did their best to flash as much flesh as they could.  Aurora would put her hands in her pants as much as possible.  Piper would unbutton her shirt revealing her… bra which was doing everything it could to hold all of her … in.  They stuck the baseball bat between their legs.  Not individually, but they all sat on it.  Aurora, who was shorter, was stuck in the middle and Piper and Josie pinned her between them.  Clearly, Aurora’s feet were off the ground while she sat on the bat.  They were grinding on that bat.  I just kept taking photos.

They then asked if I knew a more secluded place where they could go to, in their words, to relax more in the sun.  I was somewhat skeptical at what they meant by “relax more”.  But nevertheless, I admitted that I knew a couple locations where they could “relax more”.  I had already seen them “relax more”.  But while we were driving, the girls noticed and ice cream shop and said they would really like to cool off with some cool ice cream.  Who was I to say no?  Maybe they do just want to enjoy the sun while eating some cool ice cream.  They each purchased very large soft vanilla ice cream cones and hopped back into the car.  Great.  They were content.  It was almost like chauffeuring a pack of ravenous dogs.  As I drove, I could hear them licking their cones and laughing.  In my mind, I wanted to get to my secluded location as fast as possible so I could get pics of them enjoying their cool vanilla soft ice cream cones.  I could smell vanilla.  Vanilla ice cream.  We arrived at my spot.  No one was around and it was a quiet glade well off any main road.

I turned around to look at the disaster in my back seat.  They were covered in melted vanilla ice cream.  They were licking and laughing smearing ice cream on themselves.  I grabbed my camera and opened the back seat door and started taking more photos.  The uniforms were stained with melted ice cream.  But soon the only part of their uniforms that remained on were their hats that said DICE.  Like paint brushes they used their ice cream cones on each other and then they would attempt to lick where they painted.  The ice cream was on their faces, and arms, and legs, and between their legs… and on the backseat of my car.  Their tongues were on their faces, and arms, and legs, and between their legs.  And it seemed like as much as the cool, soft vanilla ice cream melted they never ran out.  It was like an endless supply of vanilla ice cream dripping off of them into my car.  It soon started to dry on their skin becoming sticky and the more sticky it became the more they licked.  I just kept snapping my camera.  Again, my camera was my protection.  Or my disconnection from what I was seeing.  Like the hotel room, at a certain point they seemed unaware of my presence.  Licking and rubbing and moaning and flesh… pink and tanned, sticky white flesh.  Reality came back as I realized this could very well be illegal being in a public, but very secluded place.  I started to worry a bit, even as I kept snapping, that someone would see… other than me! 

They told me they were finished and asked if I had enough photos.  I was good.  I got back in the car and headed back to the Mansion.  They were still kissing and laughing in the back seat and every now and then someone would let out a short squeal or moan.  I hoped they were getting their clothes on if they could.  I mean being covered in sticky, not so cool now, melted vanilla ice cream, I could only imagine would be a challenge.  I eventually made it back to the Mansion without being pulled over by law enforcement.  Thank God! 

How would I explain my passengers OR what I was even doing?  Well Officer, I was taking photos while these young ladies were eating cool, soft, vanilla ice cream cones.  What?  Why are they naked?  I never noticed Officer.  Wow, they are naked.  Yes, that would go over very well. 

Anyway, we arrived.  They hopped out and had their shirts back on.  Their shorts they carried with them.  Just off the road, their naked bottoms glistened with sticky white melted vanilla ice cream.  Each one gave me a hug and thanked me for a great day.  This was even more awkward than when they greeted me FULLY clothed.  And then they quickly escaped back through the side door leaving me a little sticky as well.  I looked briefly into the backseat of my Chevy Nova.  It was a disaster.  The seats were covered in melted vanilla ice cream.  The ice cream cones were still there dripping.  Baseball gloves and the bat and ball were left behind and they too looked sticky.  Oh well, the day was done. 

I got back into my car and drove home.  The smell of vanilla ice cream was strong.  It was all I could think about.  That smell.  I looked in the rear view mirror half expecting the ladies would still be there doing … their thing.  I noticed something in the back window.  I only noticed it because there isn’t usually anything there.  It bugged me the whole way home.  And when I finally arrived home, I discovered what exactly it was.  It was a pair of white panties.  I quickly shoved them in my pocket and looked around hoping no one had seem me shoving a pair of white panties into my pocket. 

In my apartment, I dropped my camera bag and sat on my couch.  Okay, so I had a pair of white panties in my pocket.  So, they belonged to someone… not someone, but one of the women.  Okay, so they didn’t just belong to someone, they belonged to Aurora.  I should know!  She was the only one wearing white panties!  I sat there.  What should I do?  She is going to be missing them, right?  I pulled them out of my pocket and oddly I had this feeling like I was Indiana Jones and these panties were like some relic from the Temple of Doom.  They seemed smaller than I would have imagined for Aurora.  They were trimmed with lace and they were not sticky with melted vanilla ice cream so, obviously she must have removed them prior to all the ice cream licking and melting.  There was also this faint yellowish thin stain on the inside.  I swallowed.  And then I brought them to my nose.  I don’t even know why.  I smelled them. 

My phone rang!  Jesus!  I actually jumped like I had my hand in the cookie jar and my Mom yelling JACOB! 

I answered my phone.  I thought maybe it was Aurora looking for her panties.  But it was Ivan.  I had my phone in one hand and Aurora’s panties in the other. 

I heard Ivan say the ladies were slightly upset.  What?  What do you mean?  I thought everything went well.  Ivan said that I didn’t help them clean up.  Clean up what?  That’s all they said.  Ivan said part of the contract was to help them clean up and you just dropped them off without helping them clean up.  They were not upset, just a little disappointed.  Ivan said other than that, they said they had a really good time with you.  Just make sure you help them clean up next time and make sure they are happy.  I said sure and I apologized.  I would send the photos to him as soon as possible.

I hung up and sat on the couch with my phone in one hand and Aurora’s panties in the other.

Clean up what???

I looked at Aurora’s white lace panties with that faint yellowish thin stain.  And brought them up to my nose.  I closed my eyes and inhaled through my nose.  There was a smell…

Leave it to Beavers: Aurora 4

I said I was a little disappointed.  Like super little.  And more annoyed than even disappointed that Jake was gone when I woke up and didn’t get to say goodbye.  It would have been nice to get him to help me get dressed…

Anyway, it was really me that got Jake the job so he better be grateful.  I called Ivan and told him how we all liked him.  When Ivan said he would draw up a contract for Jake, I asked him if he could include one small clause.  That part of Jake’s duties was to help clean up and do anything to make the DICE happy.  I have no idea what made me think of this.  It was just a spur of the moment inspirations.  He didn’t think anything of it so he readily agreed. 

So, I had almost a month to think about how I was going to make Jake uncomfortable.   How would I torture that innocent young man?  He already saw us fucking.  I am certain that it must have rattled him which is why he left in such a hurry.  And then it came to me.  Not right away, but a few days later.  When I was smelling my underwear.  I love the smell of pussy.  I think I already admitted that.  Especially, my own.  Whenever I take my underwear off or on, I give them a little sniff.  Just became a habit, I guess. 

I have to say that women, from my experience, are like bat shit fucking crazy when it comes to how they smell.  But especially, how their cunt smells.  I never understood that shit.  I used to listen in the high school locker room and even in the cafeteria these young girls talking about their “vaginas”.  That used to annoy me.  It was like when they called them their “vaginas” they somehow disconnected themselves from their cunts!  I love my cunt!  Anyway, they would sometimes talk about how they smell.  And if they smelled normal.  Funny thing was, and they didn’t even realize it, that all their cunts wanted was to be fucked and all they had to do was ask any boy if their cunts smelled nice and their cunts would enjoy all the fucking they needed.  It was absolutely simple.  And they would use perfumes and deodorants and scented lotions all because they were told they had to and it was stupid.  I know because I experimented.  I would go days without a shower.  On purpose.  No changing of the old panties.  After a couple days, my scent was noticeably stronger.  Not overpowering or a nasty scent, but definitely stronger.  After a couple days guys were more turned on!  I could hardly get their lips off my pussy!  This was fascinating.  And then it came to me to research historical bathing and hygiene in general. 

If you go back maybe 150 years ago, regular bathing was almost non existent.  In other words, people stank a lot more.  There were bath houses.  You paid to take a bath and most of the times it was in water already used!  It wasn’t just the smell of your cunt you had to worry about.  And here is the point I am trying to make.  Guys still went down and licked that pussy!  They licked it and fucked it.  How do I know?  Well, people were still making babies!  I think perfumes were more necessary back then too.  Just to cover up the nastier body odours and extend the need for an actual bath.  Nowadays, people have ready access to showers and baths.  But corporations love making money so they advertise and advertise and advertise that women stink.  Feeding off their insecurities so they buy more perfumed products.  What a waste of money.  My special clients, like Dr. Hanzon, I intentionally go a couple days without bathing.  I remember the first time I apologized to Hanzon that I hadn’t bathed in a couple days.  It literally drove him nuts.  He was salivating as he yanked down my pants.  His tongue was all over my cunt!  And get this, his tongue was all over my asshole too!  After going a couple days without a good cleaning.  He fucked my ass that day.  I think having his tongue in my butthole, he couldn’t resist sticking his man cock in there.  It just happened to be the first anal sex for me.  And he was gentle at first until I really got into it and told him to fuck my asshole harder and harder and harder… I think I was 18…

Oops.  Just started rubbing my clit thinking about it.  Sometimes I just start finger fucking myself.

I guess what I am saying is a woman’s natural scent is far, far, far… more powerful than any bottled perfume.  There is no guy, NO GUY, that has placed his tongue on a woman’s clit who is going to look up and say I think you need to take a bath!  NO GUY!!!! 

The same for armpit hair.  Whether you are male or female, most people have no clue as to why women insist on shaving their pits.  I don’t.  I refuse to because it is my choice.  And well, I like to be different.  I also think I sweat more and I think I made it clear how I love my scent.  It is like a rite of passage.  It is more important for girls to start shaving their pits than it is for boys to shave their faces!  So why?  You can look it up on Wikipedia, but it basically says that women were brainwashed into believing they were more sexy if they shaved their legs and armpits.  That’s it.  That was over a century ago!  So now, women are just like sheep, programmed to shave their pits.  I refuse to be programmed.  When and if I shave my pits, it will be because I WANT to shave my pits.  I won’t.  I have been told I have nice armpit hair.  And guys love it!  It is a unique experience.  How many guys can honestly say they fucked a woman with armpit hair???  How many guys can honestly say that upon discovering a woman has armpit hair wouldn’t stick their tongue or cock into that woman’s cunt upon her spreading her legs??? 

I get the strangest thoughts while I masturbate.  Funny.  What was I talking about??!!

Jake!  Right.  Jake.  And… my panties.  Yes, and smelling them.  What about smelling them… and Jake… smelling them… Jake smelling them!  That’s it!  Getting Jake to smell my panties.  Wow!  I am sexually brilliant!  Goes without out saying that I am like Professor of Sex!  After all, I first started fucking a wash machine at the age of 8, or 9, or 10.  

I now have a game plan of sorts.  But how was I to get Jake to smell my panties?  On or off?  Preferably on… Hey Jake, can you sniff my cunt… oops, I meant can you lick my panties… while I am wearing them?  No, no, no.   Sounds nice, but no.  I want to torture him.  That would be too easy.  I have to give him my panties without him knowing I am giving him my panties.  And they have to be a specific pair of panties.  Wow!  This has become all out strategic sexual warfare!  I decided to go with a white pair.  Not a thong, but a pair with enough fabric that could hold plenty of my pussy’s scent.  And they had to be white so I could leave a stain… one that outlined my cunt… fuck was I fucking getting horny thinking about this!!!!  Thinking about Jake smelling my underwear and jerking off!!!  It was fabulous!!!

Our next shoot was scheduled.  Some baseball themed shoot.  I didn’t really give a shit.  I had other things I was thinking about.  A couple days prior though, I put on a pair of white lace panties.  Even as I was putting them on, I was laughing.  This was genius.  And over the next couple days, without bathing, I would rub those panties into my pussy.  I masturbated a lot.  I couldn’t help myself.  Thinking of Jake smelling them.  I have to admit when the day arrived of the shoot, I was a little disappointed.  The stain seemed faint.  Would he even notice?  He didn’t strike me as the brightest star in the sky.  And the smell… was it strong enough?  I mean, I am used to the smell of my cunt… they would just have to do.

I have only been to the Mansion, which is what Ivan called it, a couple times.  It is incredible.  Everything you could possibly want is there.  Like huge everything.  Huge kitchen, huge garage, huge master bedroom, huge showers, a pool and jacuzzi, huge fireplace living room… incredible.  Ivan told us, the Diamond Club Experiment, or DICE, to meet there and Jake would pick them up.  It is always nice to see Piper and Josie.  They really are like sisters.  Sexual sisters.  Spiritual Healers united.  Piper has some awesome tits.  And she spent a lot of money on them, not that I care because I love playing with them.  It is almost funny.  She cannot hide them.  Sometimes Josie and I are just licking her big boobs and sucking on her nipples.  And doing other things too…

We changed into our uniforms and were looking at the baseball equipment when the buzzer rang.  It was Jake.  Who else would it be?  I answered and told him we would be right down.  FUCK!  I was so excited and I didn’t really know why.  Here I am thinking I was going to make a complete fool out of myself.  Like me??  Can you believe it?? 

We all went down through the side get and I saw that he had a shit box car.  It was so old I didn’t even know what make it was.  It was so old you actually had to roll down the windows by hand.  It was so old it only had a radio.  Anyway, it was Jake’s car and I said I thought it was a classic!  Piper and Josie gave Jake a hug.  What was I supposed to do?  I didn’t plan on hugging Jake, but WHAT was I supposed to do???!!!  I couldn’t really not hug him, right??  I went and gave him a hug.  Oh my GOD!!  He smelled so nice… SO NATURAL!!!  No cologne at all!!!  I told him, more like whispered in his ear… while I was smelling him… how I was sorry I missed him… no, I told him I was I sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye… and what I didn’t whisper in his ear was that he smelled really good and that I missed him leaving because I wanted him to dress me… no, I wanted him to put his hands on my ass and I wanted to suck…

He said it was okay and apologized for not sticking around.  He made up some bullshit story on why he had to leave and we just left it at that. 

We, the DICE, piled into the car, if it can be called a car, and off we went with Jake driving to a baseball park.  I soon learned it was not called a baseball park, but a baseball diamond.  Thanks Jake, for that correction.  So annoying.  I am not overly fond of being corrected… but forgivable.  I thought our uniforms were very nice.  Blue with red pinstriping that said Diamonds.  Caps that said DICE.  We take a lot of pride being members of DICE. 

The first park we went to was fairly secluded and no one was using it.  Piper, Josie, and I started tossing the ball around while Jake was taking pictures.  I am not really a big fan of sports.  Sex is my sport of choice.  It was warm and we were soon getting sweaty.  I made sure I rubbed my crotch a lot.  I wanted the smell of my cunt to soak into my panties.  It wasn’t hard to get wet thinking about how Jake would soon be smelling them and dreaming about licking my wet cunt.  Oh my god!  I wanted to get them off and I wanted to keep them on.  We soon wrapped up at the park and I asked Jake if he knew someplace more secluded where we could relax more. 

On our way we saw an ice cream shop and Piper, Josie, and I bought 3 large vanilla soft ice cream cones.  We told Jake we had to cool off.  Which was half true.  We started licking each other’s cones and then we started licking each other’s faces.  Pretty soon there was soft serve vanilla ice cream on our hands and faces.  I had to get my panties off because I didn’t want them smelling like vanilla ice cream.  I tucked them discretely into his back window.  My panties were off and then we were all naked still licking our cones and each other.  Josie was slathering my cunt with her cone and Piper was licking ice cream off of Josie’s bum.  There was ice cream everywhere.  We must have arrived because Jake stopped the car.  Once I get into high sexual gear that is all I can think about.  Jake opened the back door and resumed taking photos.  It must have been quite a sight.  But Jake handled it well.  There is nothing like the taste of wet pussy mixed with vanilla.  It’s almost lucky that I am unable to lick my own pussy or I would never get anything done.  I still love fucking Piper and Josie.  Especially with Jake watching.  It was over too quickly.  It always is. 

We put on our sticky shirts and Jake drove us back to the Mansion.  His backseat was covered in melted vanilla ice cream so we decided to leave our shorts off.  When we arrived, we gave Jake a very sticky hug.  I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him, hoping, hoping, that he would grab my sticky ass.  But he didn’t.  Damn!  What was wrong with him???  I haven’t met a guy yet that won’t take a quick grab when a girl wraps her legs around their waste.  I couldn’t hold him long with my ass in the breeze.  We were fairly close to the road so we had to run into the Mansion. 

My mission, though, was a success.  Panties were planted.  I will just have to wait now.  We went to get showered off and that is when I remembered Jake was supposed to help us clean up!!!  How could I forget???  Felt a little frustration there.  It would have been perfect.  Covered in sticky melted vanilla ice cream.  He would have had to … touch us all over!  And he would have been naked too!  I was a little pissed off so I later called Ivan and told him that Jake didn’t help us clean up like he was supposed to do.  I tried not to sound too upset because I didn’t want Jake to get into any real trouble.  I just said it would have been nice if Jake, if Jake fucked us hard, no I didn’t say that, would have helped us clean up and maybe he forgot because he is such a loser!!!  I left the loser part out as well.  Ivan did say he would call him. 

I wonder if Jake was smelling my pussy juice…

Leave it to Beavers: Jake 5

I thought it was bad enough that I was seeing naked women all over the place now.  And not just naked women, but Piper and Josie and yes, Aurora.  Now… I cannot stop thinking about Aurora’s panties!  What am I going to do?  Return them?  Hey, Aurora, you left your white panties, with the lace, and a faint yellow stain in my car.  No, I didn’t smell them at all.  Why would I smell your panties.  Or, I could just keep them and pretend I didn’t know anything about them.  If she asks about them, I might ask if she could describe them.  Were they white with lace and a faint yellow stain?  Nope, haven’t seen them OR smelled them.  I really wanted to keep them though and I didn’t know why.  I wasn’t going to wear them and I don’t consider myself a thief.  The right thing to do would be give them back.  That is how my Mom raised me.  My Mom.  Now I am thinking about my Mom and Aurora’s panties at the same time!  This is crazy.  If my Mom knew I was taking pictures of women having sex… wait, if I am here, then Mom and Dad had sex.  After watching the DICE, twice now having sex, what did my parents do? 

I have decided.  I am going to return the panties on the next shoot.  That’s it!  Decision made.  What a relief? 

I have been keeping them on my nightstand next to my bed.  Just so I won’t lose them.  Sometimes I find myself staring at them.  Then I will pick them up and look at the faint yellow stain.  And of course, since no one is around, I will smell them.  Not a big deal.  I briefly wondered if I should wash them.  But then, I have never washed a woman’s panties before and what if I ruined them.  No, better just to return them as is.  With the white lace and the faint yellow stain and that smell of…

Strange, but I found myself forgetting things.  Like what day it was or I would buy some milk and discover I already had milk in the fridge.  Sometimes I found myself staring at Aurora’s panties while lying in bed not knowing exactly how I got there.  Or looking at the photos of the DICE without realizing it.  Must have been strictly for artistic purposes. 

I almost forgot about the last phone call I had with Ivan.  The girls were annoyed I didn’t help them clean up.  Clean up what?  What was I supposed to clean up?  Wash their baseball uniforms?  Wash… wait.  That is not possible.  I mean no way.  But what if that is what they wanted?  It’s in my contract and that contract is really good.  I will be set for life, but I can’t do that.  What would Mom think?

I wasn’t getting much sleep.  If I wasn’t staring at Aurora’s panties, I would wake up with them on my face.

Work was the same old thing.  I would just see naked female employees covered in flour and pizza sauce.  There were male employees, but I never really saw them.  I would make my deliveries and women would come to the doors completely naked.  I was seeing naked women everywhere.  Is something wrong with me?  I started feeling trapped.  My life was … moderately normal.  Until I went to that hotel room and met the DICE.  I photographed beautiful naked women… doing things.  Maybe I am addicted?  But to what?  The money?  I almost forgot.  My pay on the second shoot was double the first!  Ivan said the first shoot was a tryout to see how I did.  This is really like an easy gig.  So, what was bothering me?

Classes had ended and it just became the tedium of delivering pizzas and waiting for the next shoot.  I did attempt to take some photos, but they too became mundane.  Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Ivan called and gave the schedule for the next shoot.  It was going to be at the Mansion.  It was to be a bikini shoot by the pool.  Apparently, the Mansion had a pool.  I was looking forward to seeing the Mansion.  I only saw it from the road.  I had my camera equipment packed days ahead.  I started to get into professional mode.  I now knew what I should be expecting from the ladies.  Plenty of flesh, changing in front of me and then they will do their thing.  I just have to stay cool and focused. 

I hadn’t washed to car yet and the smell of melted soft serve vanilla ice cream permeated throughout my car.  It reminded me of the DICE doing their thing in the back seat.  I was almost at the Mansion when I realized I had forgot Aurora’s panties.  The ones with the white lace and faint yellow stain that smelled… oh well, if she doesn’t say anything I won’t either. 

All three warmly greeted me at the gate.  They were already in bikinis and they took me on a tour of the Mansion.  I have never been in such a massive home.  The garage itself was like two of my apartments put together.  Huge living room fireplace, a dining room that could easily fit 20 guests.  I don’t even know 20 people.  The kitchen was immaculately clean and fully stocked.  I asked about the upstairs, but Aurora said we could see that later.   Okay.  We exited the Mansion through the patio doors onto the pool area that was fully enclosed.  And then we got to work.  Not sure if you could call what the girls did as work.  It looked more like play to me.

They did their poses in and out of the water.  On lawn chairs.  There was a patio table that contained a number of different bikinis.  And as I suspected, they had no problem changing in front of me.  I just took it in stride.  They lathered themselves with sunscreen and oils.  It made their skin glow.  Of course, Aurora still wore her glasses.  I have to say, I was becoming more comfortable with the ladies.  It just seemed we knew what to expect from each other.  They would spread their legs or bend over grabbing their bums.  Sticking out their tongues making naughty faces.  Sometimes they would pose half naked and sometimes they would pose with nothing on and still spreading their legs and sometimes touching themselves.  I became aware that it was these times when they … started touching themselves that it would lead to them doing other things.  I just kept on taking pictures. 

It was a nice day and I thought the photos were going to turn out great.  I was feeling really good. 

Then Aurora said that they were going to need help cleaning up.  Oh my god.  I forgot.  Okay.  What do you need help cleaning up?  I think I said that, but not entirely sure.  Just follow us they said.  They were naked.  So, I followed them back into the Mansion and they headed for the stairs.  I remember watching their naked bums going up the stairs.

Then, I was in my car.  I had started it.  The smell of melted soft serve vanilla ice cream brought me back.  What had happened?  Naked bums going up the stairs and now I am in my car!  I almost went back inside, but I didn’t want to appear like an idiot.  I drove home.   All the time, just wondering.  I have never blacked out before or had a memory lapse.  It’s kind of scary.  I don’t feel drugged.  In fact, I was feeling pretty good.  For some reason I had a flashback of my first real hunting trip with my dad.  Wasn’t sure why I would think of that, but I did.  The first deer I shot.  It was a ten-point buck.  At the time, it seemed huge to me.  I remember my dad cutting out the liver and saying every true hunter must take a bite of their first kill.  It was like a rite of passage.  I trusted my dad so I did as I was told.  Blood dripping down my chin.  Odd taste.  He marked my cheeks with blood.  I really didn’t feel any different.  But then I realized that it was a short time later that I saw that beaver swimming in the lake.  My spirit animal.  Was there a connection? 

I snapped out of my thoughts.  I went to my computer and loaded up the pics I had just taken of the DICE.  I enjoyed checking over my work before sending the pics to Ivan.  I studied the women more closely.  At least more closely than before.  Their skin glistened in the sun with water or sunscreen.  Their hair captured my attention.  Josie had a darker auburn hair colour.  A little curly.  I noticed the snake tattoo that wound about her left leg.  It was very colourful.  The tail started near her ankle with the head disappearing in her pubic hair.  Interesting.  I zoomed in and was even able to see finer hairs around her belly button and on her arms. Neck hairs.  I looked at Piper and well, the first thing that stands out is her incredible chest but she too had fine blonde hairs on her chest.  Her hair was very blonde and it matched her neatly trimmed pubic hairs.  She had fine hairs running from below her tailbone up her backside.  Just fascinating really.  Then there was Aurora.  Aurora had armpit hair.  I always thought women shaved their armpits.  Why was she different?  She had sandy blonde hair on her head that fell loosely to her shoulders.  Her armpit hair and pubic hair were the same colour.  But she even had fine hairs all over her body that at first glance you wouldn’t really notice.  Even her legs.  Did she shave at all?  Her upper lip had similar small hairs, but on her it just seemed normal.  Like there was anything normal about Aurora.  I was looking at a shot of her spreading her legs.  Her hands were down spreading… well, they were spreading.  I was just looking at her wet pubic hair and not the pink between her fingers.  It was easier not getting distracted by zooming in closer.  She had soft hairs around … the pink… and it was dripping… wet. I shook my head.  It was dark outside and I was tired.  I shot off my computer deciding that I would send the pics the next day.  I went to bed and automatically grabbed Aurora’s white lace panties with the faint yellow stain and placed them over my face.  That peculiar smell lulled me to sleep like a drug.

Leave it to Beavers: Aurora 6

It was a beautiful day!  I almost felt like singing it was such a wonderful day.  Adrenaline and anticipation raced through my body.  Today was the day!  The next photo shoot had arrived and I was as horny as you can get.  I couldn’t think of anything else but seeing Jake’s cock for the first time.  I was licking my lips without even realizing it.  Salivating at the thought of his cock in my mouth.  These last few weeks my clients were extremely lucky.  But today was the day!  And it was a beautiful day!!!

Honestly, I don’t ever care what his cock looks like.  I just want to torment the hell out of poor little Jakers.  Sometimes I would find myself laughing just thinking about it.  He has no idea what is coming.  Funny.  I already spoke with Josie and Piper and we were all in agreement.  Blowjob only.  No matter what, we were not fucking him today.  I did make the excuse that we should really break him in slowly.  Whatever that was supposed to mean.  My goal was to tease him as much as possible.  I didn’t even feel guilty about what I was planning on doing.  I didn’t even understand really why I was going to do what I was planning on doing.  Does that make sense? 

Maybe because I found him a little annoying.  He comes across as so professional and nice and respectful.  And the whole time he is photographing our cunts.  And he doesn’t even comment on how nice my cunt looks.   Or how he would like to lick my clit or suck on my breast or stick his cock in my ass.  Very annoying.  He has that lock of hair that hangs down his forehead.  How can he not notice my pussy???  Well, he will notice my mouth on his fucking cock!  And then he goes off on how he cannot wait to photograph wild beavers in the wild.  That is how he says it.  Wild beavers in the wild!  How fucking stupid is that???  As if there is such a thing as TAME beavers in the WILD!  What even makes it even more stupid is that there are three WILD beavers right in front of his face that he is photographing.  Only Jake is too dumb to realize that pussies, cunts, vaginas are also called BEAVERS!  So, in my professional sexual opinion, he gets whatever he deserves.  And that is one hell of a blowjob.

I like giving blowjobs.  I enjoy feeling a cock get hard in my mouth.  I like running my tongue all over a cock.  Spitting on it.  Having the entire cock in my mouth.  The taste of pre-cum.  On my lips.  Jerking on the cock until it explodes.  Swallowing cum.  My cunt is what really doesn’t like blowjobs.  It is like HELLO HELLO HELLO, I want to fuck that cock!  A cock really is like a hot poker.  It is filled with hot blood.  Until you have sucked on a cock, you may not realize how hot a fully erect cock can get.  Your cunt is already just as hot or should be.  Your hand may feel the heat.  But it is your lips that REALLY feel the heat.  And your face.  It is getting me wet just thinking about Jake’s cock all over my face. 

Today is the DAY!!! 

I am positive he has been smelling my panties.  How can a guy not?  Sorry Jake, but there will be no pussy on the menu today!  Laugh my ass off!! 

I was told the photo shoot was going to be bikinis by the pool at the Mansion.  In my mind, bikinis were just the same as lingerie.  And you can wear bikinis at the beach, but you can’t wear underwear.  Stupid.  Besides the beach, the only thing that bikinis and lingerie have in common was they were intended to come off!  Titillate hungry eyes.  I like the word titillate.  It sounds like fucking.  Needless to say, I was horny all day.

I arrived at the Mansion and Josie and Piper were already there.  We got into our bikinis and sat around the pool chatting and getting excited about how we couldn’t wait to see Jake’s cock.  We confided about how we were only going to give him a blowjob and no matter how we might want to we were not going to let him fuck us or lick our cunts.  The thought of our little conspiracy was a turn on in itself!  The thought that he didn’t know what was going to happen was another turn on!  The thought of seeing his cock for the first time and sucking on it was a HUGE TURN ON!!!!

Jake arrived.  We all acted cool.  We weren’t.  We took him on a tour of the Mansion.  It was his first time in the Mansion.  It wasn’t going to be his only first time today!  Not many guys can say that they had three gorgeous women suck their cock at the same time.  Anyway, we showed him around in our bikinis all casually like.  He asked about the upstairs and it was so tempting to just head up there right away, but we were professionals.  The photo shoot had to come first.  We said we would show him that later.

The sun was out and it was nice and warm.  A nice breeze was blowing that was just enough to get our nipples hard.  It didn’t take long to get into the shoot.  And Jake was snapping away.  That lock of hair that so annoyed me was hanging down his forehead.  Although it was hard to concentrate, we did our poses in and out of the water in multiple bathing suits.  Changing right in front of him.  Rubbing sunscreen and oils on each other.  Our bodies were well oiled.  Some people might think it is easy just posing, but it is still work.  And Jake seemed to be more relaxed. Almost like he was becoming more artistically engaged.  Even to the extent of making more suggestions and giving more directions.  At least until we started having sex.  Poking our fingers and tongues in our cunts and buttholes.  Sucking each other’s faces.  We couldn’t take it any longer.  We had to end the photo shoot!

Jake was putting his camera away.  I told him we needed help cleaning up.  He had this stunned look on his face.  With what?  You have to help us wash off.  Stunned look.  I was so fucking enjoying this!!!  He just said okay.   We led him inside and he dropped off his camera bag.  We were completely naked and oily as we led him upstairs to the master bathroom.  I know he had a great view of our asses going up the stairs.  Well, not like he hadn’t seen our asses before!  I wanted to run up the stairs!  The shower was big enough for like eight people.  Josie went in and got the shower running.  Steam started to appear.  Hot.  I was a little jealous, but Piper was the first to kiss Jake right after she took off his shirt.  His hands immediately cupped her breasts.  All guys seem to go for the breasts first.  And with Piper, you couldn’t really blame him.  I was intentionally on the lower spectrum.  I had his socks and hiking boots off.  And then I unzipped his shorts.  It wasn’t easy because he was already hard.  My clit started pulsing.  He was big.  His cock popped out.  Wow.  His cock was so beautiful.  Straight and true and fucking hard.  My small hand quickly gripped his shaft.  We all went into the shower and then we were all on our knees except for Jake.  I was in the middle.  I closed my eyes and flicked my tongue across the head of his cock.  I wanted him all day!  Piper and Josie were also licking the head of his cock.  He was so thick.  I slid that thickness into my mouth inch by inch.  So hot.  My hand went down and started finger fucking my cunt.  Already, I wanted to fuck him so bad!!!  I looked up and he was looking down.  He had this almost crazed look in his eyes.  I sucked on his cock until Josie wanted a turn.  Piper was licking his hairy balls.  I had to stand.  My clit was pulsing so much.  I stuck my tongue in Jake’s mouth.  Fuck!  He tasted so good!  His hand went between my legs.  He stuck a finger in my cunt!  NO!!!!  Another second and I would have let him fuck me!   That wasn’t the plan!  I went back down.  Piper was now sucking on his cock.  She started spitting on it.  Josie was jerking him off.  I started spitting on it.  It was covered with our spit and spittle was dripping off his cock and our chins and onto our breasts.  I got his cock back and slid my mouth over it.  I could feel the veins of his cock on my lips.  They pulsed red hot.  As I rubbed my cunt, I slid my other hand up his leg.  I was waiting for his leg to tighten.  He had one hand on Josie’s head and the other on Piper’s.  His leg started to tighten up.  I could feel it.  He grabbed my head with both hands and started fucking my mouth.  I let him.  I knew he was getting close.  He was no longer in control.  I just closed my eyes.  With my hand still on his leg, I felt it completely tighten and he thrust one final time.  It seemed like seconds passed.  The head of his cock was at the back of my throat when he exploded.  Hot cum fired into my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could.  Fuck he tasted good!!!  I pulled him out still swallowing.  He burst again all over my face.  Josie and Piper were licking my face.  Josie grabbed his cock and he spewed again on her face and into her open mouth!  Piper then grabbed his cock and I couldn’t believe it when he blasted more cum onto her face!  Like holy fuck!  I know it’s an exaggeration, but it seemed like his nuts just produced a gallon of cum!  And we were licking and swallowing and licking and swallowing and it was dripping off our chins and off his cock and onto our tits and we just kept licking and swallowing.  Although his cock stayed hard for a bit and shiny in the lights of the shower, he started to lose his erection.  I put my mouth on it anyway.  His hands were still on my head.  We all got up and Jake didn’t say a word as we all washed each other off. 

Jake was out of the shower first.  He dried himself off, got dressed and just left without a word.  He didn’t even say goodbye.  No kiss thank-you.  Nothing.  He just left.  I thought that was a little rude.  After all, he just had the blowjob of a lifetime!  It was like nothing happened.  What???

Leave it to Beavers: Ivan Jakofski

My name is Ivan Jakofski and I work for Upper Advertising.  It is a private company and handles special clients.  I was given the task of promoting StarDreamers.  StarDreamers is a website for escorts.  I knew nothing about the escort or sex industry except that it is extremely popular and unpopular at the same time.  In other words, I was starting from scratch.  The StarDreamers website works very much like a dating website.  Create a profile, submit pics, chat, etc.  There are hundreds if not thousands of websites and apps offering the same services.  I have to come up with some plan to make StarDreamers unique and have it stand out amongst all the numerous other sites.  And I know nothing about escorts.  So that is where I had to start.

I began by simply interviewing escorts.  At least, I thought it would be simple.  Was I wrong.  There are no standards or parameters or guidelines in the industry.  Generally, escorts advertise on, again, numerous sites displaying seductive photos and outlining the services they provide.  Thousands and thousands, if not millions and millions, of escorts all competing in an effort to make money selling sex.  Now, I had to think about that and attempt to put it in context.  Millions and millions of individuals selling a single service.  There is that.  And it seemed like all I was doing was interviews for months and months trying to gain some understanding of the escort industry.  What I discovered was that, even though they may be selling a single service being sex, they are ALL unique.  And it goes far beyond mere physical differences.  They all have different reasons for being escorts.  What they do and how they conduct their business varies all over the map.  And yet I found there was one common element they all seemed to share.  No organization.  No coalition.  No defined set of parameters that they were governed by.  And without organization, they were vulnerable. 

I pondered this vulnerability for a long time while still going about my interviews.  The biggest question I had was could escorts become organized and how?  I have done enough interviews to know that escorts like their independence.  And it came to me in the wee hours of the morning.  I only needed a small group to lay the foundation.  I came up with the Diamond Club.  It seemed just as good as any other name.  It would be a group of selected escorts within StarDreamers.  An experiment of sorts.  And thus became The Diamond Club Experiment. 

I decided, since it was an experiment, that I would only select 3 individuals.  The Diamond Club Experiment began with Aurora, Piper, and Josie.  They loved sex.  And I mean really loved sex.  They also agreed to share their clients and became very supportive of each other.  And yet, they retained their independence.  I had nothing to do with their business other than bringing them together.  And it worked!  They tripled their clients by working together.

I then asked them if they would be interested in doing group photos.  And they readily agreed.  Not being a photographer myself, I ended up having to hire one and that is where Jake came into the picture.  No pun.  The tragic consequences of Jake working with the Diamond Club Experiment I could not have foreseen.  And yet, at the time, it seemed logical from an advertising perspective. 

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I hope you will enjoy Leave it to Beavers.

Leave it to Beavers: Jake 7

I tried not to think too much about what had happened.  Or, should I say what I don’t know happened.  A memory loss.  Strange.  But nevertheless, very concerning.  So much so, that I took a week off from my pizza delivery job.  I didn’t want to have another episode while driving.  In fact, I didn’t drive at all for a week.  But nothing happened.  My memory was fine.  I took the break and hung out at a local park photographing whatever interested me.  Crazy, but it was very relaxing just taking pics just to take pics.  It reminded me of my main goal of finishing my contract with Upper Advertising and getting their sponsorship to photograph wild beavers in the wild.  That’s when I realized that I couldn’t afford to have any more memory loss episodes.  And if I did, I definitely couldn’t tell anyone about them.  It could jeopardize my contract.  Very troubling. 

After a week, I did go back to work.  Delivering pizza was a relatively easy job and it helped occupy my mind.  I no longer imagined the female employees without their clothes on.  It seems that was a temporary spell and I was very happy that I was finally over it.  At this point, I really didn’t need the job.  I was being paid quite a bit from Upper Advertising.  So eventually I started to take fewer shifts delivering pizza. 

It wasn’t too long before I was contacted by Ivan for the next project.  He said it was going to be a Daisy Duke shoot.  What is a Daisy Duke?  Have you heard of the Dukes of Hazzard?  No.  So, he told me not to worry about it.  The DICE will have their outfits and my responsibility will be to drive them to a rural offroad setting and take pictures of them hitchhiking or doing whatever.  He said there would be a brand new truck waiting in the garage of the Mansion for us to use.  Okay.  Sounded simple enough.  I ended up looking up the Dukes of Hazzard on the internet and found Daisy Duke.  I could see the appeal.  This should be fun.

The day arrived and I headed over to the Mansion.  I was looking forward to working with the ladies.  Ivan gave me the code allowing me to park my car in the garage.  I guess I had earned some trust.  There was a red Dodge Ram truck waiting in the garage when I arrived.  It had an extended cab so there was plenty of room for the four of us.  Piper and Josie were already inside the main house and they seemed excited to see me.  They asked me if I had enjoyed myself on the last photo shoot.  I said the photos turned out really well.  I also said I was looking forward to today.  They were already in their Daisy Duke outfits and were looking very nice.  I told them so.  Aurora was apparently running a little late.  That was okay.  I went and loaded up the truck with my equipment and then packed a cooler with ice and water bottles.  By that time, Aurora had arrived and changed into her outfit.  I should say that the outfits were unique, but definitely in the Daisy Duke style along with cowboy boots and cowboy hats.  Aurora had a baseball cap that said Cummings on it.  She always had to be different.  Of course she had her sunglasses on.  I said hello and she looked at me strange and said, hey. 

We piled into the truck and headed out.  The truck had that new vehicle smell and everything was immaculately clean.  No vanilla soft serve ice cream smell.  I hope it would stay that way.   In the prior week, I had scouted possible locations so I knew where I was going.  It wasn’t a long drive, but it was nice to get out of the city.  Aurora sat up front with me and I would catch her staring at me.  Is everything okay?  She would just shrug and say sure.  How about you?  Yeah, it’s looking like a really nice day again.  She didn’t appear satisfied.  Oh well.  I guess she had her mind on other things.

It was a hot day with very little wind.  The roads were dusty and the truck kicked up the dust.  We arrived at a spot off of any main roads that I had picked out prior.   No one was around.  So, we got out and I insisted on sunscreen before filming began.  I didn’t want anyone getting burnt.  Even though the sun was beating down on the ladies, they posed for some incredible shots.  Sticking out their thumbs like hitchhikers.  Bending over and grabbing their ankles.  Opening up their shirts.  Pulling down their shorts to the tops of their boots.  Then pulling down their underwear to the tops of their boots.  Doing squats.  Arms in the air.  They were really starting to sweat.  So was I.  It was hot out!  I asked them if they wanted to cool off with some water.  Three thumbs up.  But they didn’t just drink the water.  They started pouring it over themselves like a shower.  Soon they were totally wet and I just kept snapping my pics.  They would toss their hair and water would come spraying off.  And again, it was never just group photos.  I snapped them individually as well.  They all had their own unique styles and characteristics.  I would be constantly checking the road for any vehicles especially when they … exposed themselves, but we were left alone.  We were there for just over an hour.  The time went by super fast which I guess is normal when you are working.  They were still somewhat wet when we were getting back into the truck.  I cranked up the air conditioning to help cool them off.  And we headed back.

Along the way the ladies noticed a small farmer’s market and they easily convinced me to stop.  They got out in their Daisy Duke attire and went in shopping.  I grabbed my camera.  There were other people there, but soon the DICE became a growing attraction.  I did snap photos of them picking out fruit.  Piper picked up a couple of melons.  Josie was looking over the strawberries.  And Aurora was focused on bananas and cucumbers.  They were having fun.  It almost felt like a little family outing.  Some people asked to take selfies with them.  And the ladies were very happy to comply.  An older man had a huge smile while he stared at all three.  A young couple posed with their infant child.  The child ended up pointing at Piper’s chest and said Boobs.  Apparently, that was the first words he spoke.  He also made sucking noises and was opening and closing his fists.  The mother did not appear too pleased.  I paid for the fruit and we drove back to the Mansion.  I felt really good about the day.

But it wasn’t entirely over.  The ladies insisted on having a fruit snack.  So, in the kitchen they cleaned the fruit and we enjoyed fresh melons, strawberries and bananas.  And cucumber as well, but I am not sure if that is a fruit.  It tasted good though.  The ladies have a very disgusting way of eating.  They enjoyed squishing the fruit in their fingers and then licking it off each other’s hands.  Juices started running down their arms and soon they were taking off their clothes.  I guess so they wouldn’t get sticky.  They rubbed the juices all over their dirty bodies.  I started to think that these women were seriously insane.  Then, after they decided they had had enough, they said they wanted to get cleaned up.  They definitely needed a good cleaning.  You could tell they were sticky all over.  Wait.  Do you mean…?  Cleaning duties?  Yup. 

Okay.  Okay.  Okay.  I felt a touch of anxiety.   But they took me by the hand and like déjà vu they led me upstairs and again, they were already naked.

I woke up on a bed.  I was naked.  Aurora had her leg across my waist.  Her head was on my chest and she was drooling.  Obviously fast asleep.  Piper and Josie were on the other side of the bed asleep.  I slowly slid out of the bed without waking anyone.  After finding my clothes and getting dressed.  I quickly made my way to my car and left.  All I kept thinking about was that it had happened again!  I couldn’t remember anything! 

My mind was racing.  It was such an incredible day and now this.  Twice now.  What is going on with me?  I need this job.  I went home and just sat on the couch trying to come to grips with my situation.  Over and over and over my mind reeled.  Was I losing my mind?  Was I cursed?  Am I sick?  I don’t feel sick.  In fact, I feel really good. 

To disconnect from my anxiety, I went to my computer and looked over the pics for the day.  And no, I didn’t focus on body hair.  I just enjoyed looking over the ladies having fun.  With the water bottles and the spray coming off their hair and bodies.  At the market where the old man was staring intently at the ladies.  Big happy smile on his face.  I wish I could enjoy them in the same way, but I had a job to do.  It maybe wrong to think, but the child was funny staring at what he voiced for the first time was Piper’s Boobs.  It made me chuckle.  The look on his mother’s face.  The troubled look on the father’s. 

I looked at Aurora.  Baseball cap on backwards.  Sunglasses.  Her sunglasses.  Why was she always wearing sunglasses?  And I realized something.  She had a variety of sunglasses.  As I stared at her looking into the camera, I realized something else.  She wasn’t Daisy Duke.  She couldn’t even pretend to be Daisy Duke.  Piper and Josie could, but not Aurora.  Daisy Duke was Aurora.  Piper and Josie were Aurora.  It was a little frightening.  This energy that emanated from her even through the photos.  I think I should keep a distance.  But how?

Long day and a lot of things to think about.

I crawled into bed.  And as what had now become a habit, I placed Aurora’s white lacey panties with the faint yellow stain upon my face and contentedly let the aroma send me to sleep.

Leave it to Beavers: Aurora 8

It really is rather petty.  But at the same time, at least to me, it is rather huge!  Piper and Josie didn’t think anything about it.  Yes, he is a moron, but not even saying goodbye!  We just sucked his cock and swallowed his sweet, sweet, tasting cum.  Jake has such a nice cock.  I loved his thickness and his veins and how hot his cock was… the head of his cock was so perfect and it felt so good sliding my lips over it.  Putting my tongue on it…

Here is the thing.  I have been with quite a few, okay, a lot of people and everyone says GOODBYE!!!  Or thanks, I had a nice time.  Or, can’t wait to see you again.  Or, really enjoyed you sucking my cock and letting me splash my love juice down your throat!!  SOMETHING!!!  Yes, I get it.  He is stupid.  But when I kissed him, and I was NOT going to, I only kissed him because Piper kissed him and I was not going to be left out, he stuck a finger in my pussy.  And it felt so fucking good.  It took all my willpower to not fuck him then.  Like all my willpower!  I was so wet and horny.  How did he know to stick his finger in my cunt???  How did he know how to do that and NOT say goodbye???

I think I got over it rather quickly.  All things considered.  I mean what did he think of getting his cock sucked on by us?  Did he like it?  His cock definitely liked it.  It stood up like a straight arrow.  What should I say to him on the next shoot?  Should I kiss him?  I want to kiss him.  But that would be like a defeat.  He wins.  No, he will have to approach me and then I can reject him.  Yes, that sounds way better.  Then, I can torment him some more.  I am so glad I figured that out!  I almost forgot that my whole mission was to tease him.  Why?  Because he was soooooo annnnooooyying!!!

So, I need to mention my clients.  I have scheduled appointments.  I am not an on-call type of girl.  If someone wants to see me, they book an appointment.  For the most part.  I stopped being an escort when I joined the Diamond Club Experiment.  I became a Spiritual Healer.  I take that role very seriously because there are so many people out there that need spiritual healing.  And it was no longer just about sex.  Although, sex obviously comes into play.  But that is all irrelevant.  The thing about my clients is that I have been somewhat distracted recently and I don’t know why.  I will be with a client and then I will start thinking about something else.  And it is so wrong!  They pay good money for their time with me and I feel guilty when I am not focused!  And I am not thinking about Jake!  No way!  It’s just I feel like my thoughts are … muddled.  That’s it. 

One of responsibilities as a member of DICE, and there are really not many, is to get fitted for the photo shoots and pick out our outfits.  Like our baseball uniforms were all custom designed and tailored.  And even though the seamstress has our measurements, they still insist on a final fitting.  Apparently, the next shoot was Daisy Dukes.  I have no idea who Daisy Duke is or was and I really don’t care.  She must have been something of a farm girl.  She wore really tight short shorts.  Cowboy boots and cowboy hats.  I picked a baseball cap out with Cummings on the front.  I don’t know what a Cummings is, but the hat looked frayed and … farmish.  We had like work shirts that tried to cover our tits, but left a lot of skin and underwear exposed.  All in all, we were looking pretty hot!  I couldn’t wait for Jake to see me.  I mean, not that I care!   Just to be clear.

The day of the shoot I was running a little late.  Very bad.  Like I mentioned I am very scheduled and I like being on time.  It is what it is.  When I arrived at the Mansion I met Piper and Josie and they were already dressed like Daisy Dukes.  As I was getting into my outfit, I couldn’t help asking about Jake and if he mentioned his blowjob of a lifetime.  They said he hadn’t mentioned it and that he was loading up the truck.  What?  He didn’t say something like I forget to say goodbye or thanks for sucking my cock and letting me splash my jism down your throat?  I didn’t actually say that.  But I was thinking it.  Nope and nada and nothing.  I don’t get it.

Jake came in from the garage and said the truck was loaded up.  He said we all looked nice as he smiled.  Have you ever had like a brief moment when you just wanted to smash someone’s face? 

We got into the truck.  I had to like climb in, being so short.  It made me feel awkward and at the moment I wished I was a couple inches taller.  Jake said he had scouted a couple offroad locations and one in particular that we might like.  As he was driving, I stared at him.  Stupid lock of hair still fell down his forehead.  I kept thinking if he mentions wild beavers in the wild again, I was going to smash his face.  Okay, maybe not.  He does have a somewhat nice face.  He noticed me looking at him.  Are you okay?  Sure.  And then looked out the window.  When a woman answers sure, or fine, or whatever to a question, generally she is pissed!  What does the moron of all morons say?  Okeedokee.  And keeps driving.

I tried to focus on the day.  And it was beautiful.  Very hot, but beautiful.  We were supposed to be like Daisy Duke hitchhikers.  Three women on a dusty road with no traffic whatsoever trying to get a ride with just our thumbs.  That was the theme anyway.  Beyond that, we could just pose however we wanted.  The location Jake found was fairly secluded.  He stopped the truck and then insisted that we all wear sunscreen.  He actually insisted!  It was kind of cute and sweet in a way.  I was tempted to ask him if he would put sunscreen on me, but I was still a little pissed.  However, I did say okeedokee, sir.  I don’t think it registered. 

It was super hot.  But being professionals, we went about our poses pretending to be desperate hitchhikers.  I had my baseball cap on backwards.  Push up my tits.  Then stick my hands in my pants and quickly cop a feel.  Our tops opened up and shorts would go down to our boots.  Then our panties went down.  We would all bend over exposing our asses and finger our cunts.  But it was super hot.  Jake must have noticed something because he asked if we could use some water.  Thank you, Jake!!!  We all needed a break.  The bottles of water were heavenly ice cold.  We started pouring water on our heads while Jake just kept on doing what he does.  Soon we were soaked and except for our boots we were soon completely naked.  Even with sunscreen, we all knew that the shoot would soon be over.  It was just too fucking hot. 

We got back in the truck and Jake cranked up the air conditioning.  It felt so good.  Our clothes were still wet, but we managed to get dressed.  With the air on, it didn’t take long to cool off.  I thought the shoot went well.  I couldn’t wait to see the pictures.  I enjoy looking at them.  Sometimes, it is hard to believe that it is me in the photographs.  I wonder what Jake sees. 

As we were driving back, Piper noticed a fruit and vegetable stand and asked if we could stop.  I went along with it, but I really just wanted to get back to the Mansion and have Jake clean us up.  Jake said okeedokee.  Irritating.  Piper ended up getting a couple melons.  Josie said she loves strawberries.  Who doesn’t?  And I grabbed some bananas and cucumbers.  I am sure Jake didn’t get the connection.  Idiot!  One old guy asked if he could have his photo taken with us.  Sure.  The way he looked at us I could tell he needed some spiritual healing.  Seeing us take a photo with the old man, a young couple also asked for a photo.  They had a young infant boy who kept staring at Piper.  Finally, he pointed and said boobs.  Made sucking noises while reaching with both hands.  We didn’t really know how to react.  Mom wasn’t too happy. 

Anyway, we bought our fruit and headed back to the Mansion.  We were all pretty hungry and, in the kitchen, we divided up the fruit.  Jake even had some.  We ended up feeding each other fruit, with the exception of Jake, and soon we were naked again with fruit juice running all over us.  We became pretty sticky.  And then… it was time to get cleaned up!!!  Jake, once again, had that stupid look on his face.  We laughed and took his hand leading him up the stairs to the main shower.  Jake’s clothes were soon off.  We got into a nice warm shower and this time Jake’s hands were everywhere.  He soaped us up and cleaned our bodies.  Our breasts.  Our legs.  Our cunts.  His cock… his beautiful cock was hard before we got into the shower.  I kissed him hard and once again his hand reached down and fingered my pussy.  This time though, I didn’t stop him.  It felt so fucking good.  All the bad thoughts I had about him disappeared.  I no longer wanted to smash his face.  I wanted to lick every inch of his face.

We got out of the shower and still wet, made our way to the master bed.  We pushed Jake onto the bed.  I sat on his face, facing towards Piper, who just stuck his beautiful cock in her cunt.  She started riding his cock.  I kissed Piper on the mouth and sucked on her nipples.  The whole time I was grinding my cunt into Jake’s face.  His tongue was all over my pussy and my butthole.  I swear he had like a 7 inch tongue.  I know that’s impossible, but it certainly felt like it.  Especially when he slid it all the way into my pussy.  FUCK!!!  I was hitting full fuck mode!!  I hoped he could only breath the stench of my cunt and ass!!  I hoped he could only taste the tang of my love juice!!!  My neck arched back!  Piper was still fucking his cock and started licking my nipples.  Biting them.  HOLY FUCK!!!  Where was Josie?  I didn’t really care.  But she was licking Piper’s ass and every now and then she would pull Jake’s cock out of Piper’s cunt and suck on it.  She would stick it back in then pull it out and suck then put it back in.  In and out, in and out.  I wanted some of his cock in my mouth.  I flopped down on his belly and like Josie, I too began pulling his cock out of Piper’s honey hole and sucking on it, I could taste her pussy juice.  The whole time Jake’s tongue is all over my cunt.  He nibbled on my clit, licked my pussy lips, stuck his tongue in my butthole!!  HOLY FUCK!!!  I was so wet!!  How does he know how to do these things???

Piper finally got off his cock and it was Josie’s turn.  There we were, Josie fucking his cock, Piper sitting on his chest and me, rubbing my wet crotch all over Jake’s face still eating me out!  All three of us were grinding our hips on Jake.  We were kissing each other sharing the taste of our mouths.  I fucking couldn’t take anymore!  I pleaded with Piper and Josie to please let me fuck him!!  PLEASE!!  They got off him.  I swung around and sucked on his cock for a bit.  Not what I wanted.  With my hand gripping his cock, I closed my eyes, and lowered my cunt onto him.  OH MY GOD!!!  I felt the head of his cock enter my cunt.  HOLY!!!  Inch by inch by inch, he entered me.  I was moaning uncontrollably.  He filled me up.  And then I started fucking him up and down, up and down, faster and faster.  His hands were on my hips and on my breasts and pinching my nipples… I fell forward and our tongues met.  I still kept fucking him.  I couldn’t stop.  I felt his muscles begin to tense.  OH MY GOD!!!   My clit was throbbing in pleasure!!!  JESUS!!!  Cum inside me Jake.  Jake, FUCKING CUM INSIDE ME!!!  He thrust up and exploded.  All his muscles hardened.  He had a solid grip on my ass with his beautiful cock stuck deep inside me!!  I swooned in rapturous pleasure.  My whole body quivered.  I passed out.