Date: Fri, 19 Nov 1999 18:26:10 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-12

Margaret 12 Thursday Afternoon

A light tapping sound came from the door.  "Come in!"
LC called, and in walked Tracy Caldwell, wearing the
white shirt and socks and plaid skirt that is the
uniform of the school she and the twins go to.  Her
eyes grew wide as she saw the three of us on the bed.
She already knew me and Nicole, so I introduced her to
LC who extended a cum-sticky hand without getting up.
Tracy was thrilled when she was told that such a
famous model as LC wanted to come to her party.

We quickly arranged that Tracy would take over the job
of showing me around, so that Nicole could help LC get
cleaned up.  Nicole unstrapped her dildo as I pulled
my little dress back on.  I kissed them both goodbye,
then Tracy and I set off.

"Wow!  You fucked LC?!"  Tracy demanded as we
descended the stairs.  "I never would have had the
nerve to ask her."  I confessed that LC had really
wanted Nicole, and that I was just along for the ride.
 We walked out the door and got into the waiting golf
cart.

Tracy turned out not to be as vigorous a driver as
Belinda, which was just as well, but soon we were out
of sight of both house and the front gate.  We drove
for a few minutes in the shade of some huge oak trees
before arriving at a clearing with a large irregularly
shaped swimming pool.  A couple of teenagers were
standing waist deep in the water with hands on each
other's hips, intently rubbing their nipples together.


A nude woman with flaming red hair lay face down on a
towel, propped up on her elbows and reading a magazine
while a girl of about Rachel's age applied lotion to
her widely parted thighs.  The girl wore the same
outfit as Belinda, a short white tennis dress and
white running shoes.  Nearby, another girl in the same
uniform tended a flower-bed.  The showers for this
pool were a simple arrangement of pipes rising from an
ankle-deep depression in the pool deck.  Under one of
these open-air showers, two women were soaping each
other down, and paying special attention to each
other's pussies.

Tracy drove up to the gardener in white, who looked
up.  "Hi!  You must be Barb!" Tracy greeted her.
"This is Margaret.  I'm showing her around so maybe
she might join the club."  Barb stood and stepped
toward me so that I had to look up at her.  She
quickly bent over and kissed me softly on the lips.  I
wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her into a
long, sensuous, open-mouthed kiss.  Barb was really
very pretty, in an athletic sort of way.  She had the
finest of flaxen blonde hair and a well muscled body;
and after that kiss I was definitely looking forward
to meeting her again!

As we drove off again down a paved path, Tracy said to
me, "Uh, Margaret, is it OK if I call you Margaret?
We're all supposed to use just first names around
here."  I assured her that it was fine, then she
continued, "How do you do it?  You just got here and
already you made it with LC, then we just met Barb and
she kissed you like there's no tomorrow, while she
hardly looked at me."

"You did OK with Jessie and Elizabeth the other day."
I reminded her.

"Yes, but around here I'm really useless.  I'm just
the president's spoiled little daughter."

Uncomfortable with this, I decided to change the
subject.  "Your mother told me to feel free to make
use of the personal services of the staff.  What did
she mean by that?"

"Oh, didn't you know?  Anyone her who is on staff has
a main job to do, like Nicole is a waitress and
chamber-maid in the big house, and Belinda is a
secretary, and Barb who you just met is a gardener.
But any club member can always ask any of them for
personal services, which can mean anything from taking
dictation to bringing a drink, but usually means sex.
Mom was telling you that as a guest you can have sex
with any staff member you want.  I can't do that
because I'm not a full member.  I'm just the
president's chubby daughter."

I looked around and saw a thing that looked a lot like
an old fashioned bandstand, or perhaps a large gazebo.
Several women in various states of undress were doing
aerobics.  The leader, about 30 with long brown hair,
generous breasts and firm muscles, wore only a sports
bra.  Her shaven pussy winked at us as she
demonstrated high leg kicks.  A few others wore
leotards, swim suits, or nothing at all.

"Let's go over there." I pointed, and Tracy pulled the
cart up by the steps that climbed onto the covered
platform.  To my delight, the floor of the structure
was covered with gym mats, obviously for the comfort
of the exercise class.

The instructor gave us a cheery wave, and called, "All
right ladies, on your backs and raise your lets into
the candle position!"  The whole class lay down, then
raised their hips into the air, supporting them on
elbows and forearms.  "Plough position!" called the
instructor, and the class all lowered their straight
legs over their heads until they were looking up at
their knees, and their toes almost touched the floor.
"Spread your legs and twist to the right!  Two,
three,  four.  Keep 'em spread and twist to the left!
Two,  three,  four!"  I gazed in fascination as all
those crotches, many of them naked, swiveled toward
me, then away, then toward me again.

I told Tracy, "This looks like a good place for your
party."

She looked around, "Sure, we can get Christmas lights
around it, and a clothes rack by the steps for all of
the lingerie, and bring a portable bar for
refreshments..."

"Wonderful!" I interrupted her.  "We're all set then.
Why don't you show me around a bit more?  And tell me
something about the other members."

So we set off again in our golf cart, with Tracy
providing a running monologue.  Suddenly she swung off
the paved path into a bushy area that opened almost
immediately onto a huge lawn.  She stopped the cart
just before it hit the grass.  "This is the 16th
fairway.  See over there?" she pointed.  I looked and
recognized Senator Janice Upton and Mayor Harriet
Jones of a nearby municipality.  I didn't recognize
the third woman, but Tracy told me she was the CEO of
a big pipe-laying contractor, doing everything from
natural gas to irrigation to sewers.  Seeing those
three together really brought home to me that this
club is a center of women's business and political
power.

"Rosita there is always the senator's caddy."  Tracy
told me, pointing to a lovely Hispanic girl with long
black curls, driving a golf cart with three sets of
clubs lined up in the back.  "The senator originally
picked her because she spoke no English.  Now her
English is almost perfect, but the senator trusts her
not to blab what she hears.  Rosita won't even tell
anyone if she has ever had sex with the senator, but
recently congresswoman Maria Diaz became a member, and
she always wants Rosita too."

Tracy started the cart again, and we zipped across the
fairway, keeping up a running chatter about all the
rich and famous members of the club.  I came to
realize that by being the president's daughter she had
gotten to know just about everything about the club,
and was doing an excellent job of selling me on
becoming a member.  We crossed another fairway and
found another paved path through the woods.  After
driving along this for less than a minute we came to a
small rocky grotto with a beautiful little pond in it.
 In spite of the warm afternoon, there was steam
rising from it.  Tracy explained that it was the first
in a series of ponds which ran down a little gully,
cooling off as they went, so that members could bathe
in water of any temperature they wished.  This first
pond was kept at 110 degrees.  We followed the gully
down, passing the small bathing pools, each in a
delightful natural setting.  At about the fourth pool
a pretty girl dressed in the staff uniform little
white tennis dress was using a long-handled net to
skim a few leaves off the surface.  She was standing
knee-deep in the water, as her shoes and socks sat
nearby.

"Excuse me," I addressed her, "What temperature is the
water here?"

"About 98," she responded with a big smile.  She was
small, with wavy copper-colored hair and a pretty but
narrow face that made her beautiful eyes look huge.  I
remembered that Tracy was feeling sexually frustrated,
being neither member nor staff, and therefor not part
of the open sexuality of the club.  I also remembered
that I was temporarily granted membership privileges,
and an idea occurred to me.

"That sounds wonderful!"  I said.  "Would you please
help us out of our clothing?  Me first!"  The girl
promptly put down her net on the nearby grass and came
over to me.  Staring into my eyes, she reached around
my neck to where the strings of my little dress were
tied.  She quickly untied them and slowly knelt down
before me, gently lowering my dress until it lay at my
feet, and her nose was inches from my naked pussy.
She carefully peeled the open-crotch panty-hose down
my thighs and calves, holding each foot for me to step
out of them.  She sniffed discretely, and I knew that
she could smell the sexy aroma of Nicole and LC as she
stared up at me with lust in her eyes.  But I had
other plans.

I stepped into the pool, and saw that the stones
around had been arranged as a small set of steps
leading down into the clear warm water.  It was
heavenly.  I found a stone by the edge of the pool
just deep enough that I could sit on it with the water
covering my shoulders.  I relaxed and closed my eyes.
When I opened them, Tracy was standing almost nude, as
she put her hand on the staffer's head to keep her
balance as she stepped out of her panties.  Tracy had
described herself as 'chubby', which was ludicrous.
Certainly she is not as slim as my lovely twins, but
she as a healthy strong young body with nothing to be
ashamed of.  Slowly she followed me into the pool,
taking evident pleasure in the touch of the warm water
on her nakedness.

The staffer appeared to be about to return to her
work, so I spoke to her, "What is your name, miss?"

"Linda, ma'am."

"You don't have to ma'am me.  I'm Margaret, and this
is Tracy."

"Oh, everyone knows Tracy." she smiled.  "She's always
really nice and she knows how to get stuff we need."

"Really?  Like what?"  I asked.

"Well, last week a couple of ladies in one of theses
pools decided they wanted margaritas.  I was going to
have to go all the way to the big house for them, but
Tracy came along and used the golf cart phone to call
the bartender at a private party I didn't even know
was happening.  She drove off and was back with two
margaritas in under two minutes."

Impressed, I asked her, "How would you like to do
something nice for Tracy?"

"Sure!  Anything!"

"I'm feeling voyeuristic."  I told her, "and I think
I'd like to watch you eat her pussy.  Why don't you
take that uniform off and show us your sexy little
body?"

Linda's hands went to the zipper down the front of her
short little dress and slowly lowered it.  She
shrugged the dress off her shoulders and let it fall
to the ground.  She wore a virtually transparent bra
over her A-cup titties, and equally invisible panties
covered her bright red pubic patch.  Quickly she got
rid of even these minimal underwear, and approached
the pool steps.  My mouth watered at the sight of her
thin coppery pubes, but I was determined that she was
to be Tracy's dish.

Tracy waded through thigh-deep water to meet Linda.
They touched, gently caressing each other's nipples.
They kissed.  Linda's hands drifted down Tracy's belly
to begin to massage her mound.  Tracy backed away
until she arrived at the stone edge of the pool.
Linda followed and helped her sit up on the edge,
fondling Tracy's smooth butt and spreading her legs.

"Spread her pussy lips!  I want to see her fuck hole!"
I urged, and Linda obeyed.  "Give her clit a quick
lick!  Now stick a finger in her cunt.  Get it covered
in cunt cream!"  Linda obeyed each instruction, as I
steadily got hornier while I watched.  "Stick that
creamy finger in her ass... Yes, that's it...  Finger fuck
her just like that, nice and slow...  Now bend over and
really start to suck her clit!"

Tracy began to thrash around in her passion as Linda
continued to finger-fuck her ass and gobble her clit.
I swam closer to get a better view, and almost bumped
into the pretty moon of Linda's ass. There were the
pink folds of her pussy and the little pucker of her
anus.  M attention was torn between the two pretty
cunts, so I decided to continue watching the spectacle
of Tracy's gyrating crotch while my hand reached out
to fondle Linda's exposed pink pussy.  "Stick two
fingers of your other hand in her...  Yes!...  Bang your
thumb against her clit...  Now a third finger in her...
Try to get your pinky in there!"  Linda was almost
fist-fucking Tracy's cunt, as Tracy began to cum.
Linda's hand was quickly saturated in girl juice as
Tracy humped her pussy against it.

"Now suck all that lovely cum out of her!  Stick your
tongue way up inside her!" I urged as I continued to
massage Linda's cunt lips.  Tracy kept on cumming as I
slipped a finger into Linda's tight little love
tunnel.

"Ohhhh!" Tracy wailed as she struggled to sit up.  She
threw herself forward onto Linda, who fell back onto
me, and we all ended up in a thrashing, heaving mass,
splashing around in the warm pool.  Somehow I managed
to keep a finger in Linda's vagina, and I dove under
water to find that lovely pussy with my lips.  The
hands that spread my thighs under the water could only
be Tracy's, and her tongue brushed over my clit.  We
three slurped each other's cunts under water, the
burst up to the surface for air, laughing and
giggling, before diving once more for the treasure of
pleasure.  I never knew which mouth would be at my
pussy next, nor which pair of thighs would part for me
the next time I plunged beneath the surface.  None of
us could suck clit underwater for long enough to bring
each other off, but we had hilarious fun, splashing
and diving and fingering each other.  In the process,
all the sticky cum from my encounter with Nicole and
LC got washed away.

Finally we all climbed out of the pool, and Traci and
I laid Linda on the grass.  I got on top of Linda in a
69, while Traci crawled between her thighs and raised
her slim hips so that we both could lick her sweet
crotch at once.  I sucked on Linda's hard little clit,
while Tracy jabber her tongue into Linda's tight ass,
and occasionally our tongues met as we both tried to
dive into the girl's vagina.

Linda tried to lick my pussy, but having two tongues
swirling around between her thighs was too much for
her, and she ended up screaming her orgasm into my wet
cunt.  At last, Tracy and I let up on the poor girl.
With a final kiss and fondle we got back in the golf
cart and drove off with out bothering to get dressed.
We left little Linda lying there in the sun to dry.
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A personal note to Linda:  Thank you for the picture,
and for letting me include you in this story.  The
twins are anxious to meet you too.  I hope you enjoyed
the little romp with Margaret and Tracy.
Kisses :)   Selena