Date: Tue, 11 Sep 2012 09:31:34 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: The Horseshoe. Part Six. This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. Part Six. Jane had waited the few minutes as asked before leaving Vanessa's house by the front door and went across the road to her house. Judy was still in her room and Jim in the conservatory. Neither of them knew she had even been out of the house. * That afternoon, number one, the house of the late David Fowler was sold to a Harley Street consultant, but wouldn't be taking up residence for another two weeks at least. * During the afternoon on Friday, Judy passed through the house, seeing her mother in the lounge and her father, in his usual spot, the conservatory, and went out via the kitchen. She made her way round the house and entered Stephen Mattock's kitchen. `Hello,' she called out. She was wearing very similar clothes as she had when she was last in the house. Short skirt, no knickers and a tank top instead of a shirt. `Come through my dear,' Stephen called out. `In the study.' Judy went on through and entered the room. He met her with a large gin and tonic held out for her. It was the first time she had seen him without a suit and tie on. An open necked shirt showing his sparse chest hairs, and elastic waistband slacks. What spoilt his attempt to look casual and youthful, was the thin blue bandanna around the neck. She took the drink from him and sat down in the settee, sinking so far back that she couldn't have crossed her legs if she had wanted to. He perched himself down on the coffee table in front of her, his hand reached out and rested on her knee. He talked pleasantly to her, making her relax, as was his intention. Now being able to see that there was nothing but air between him and her crotch. He finished his drink and so did she. Instead of taking the glass, pulled her up from the settee and asked her to look at some of his photos on the wall, while he refilled the glasses. This she did without comment and instead of letting her return to the sofa, placed her where he had sat, on the edge of the coffee table. He knelt down beside her and after letting her drink a little from her glass, took it from her and put it on the floor. He took her in his arms, kissing her, but pressing her back till she was laid fully back on the table, her bum just on the edge and her feet flat upon the floor. Her arms went round his neck as they kissed and didn't object when he pulled the tank top down to her waist. He transferred his kisses to her breasts and his hand went up under her skirt. She liked what his fingers did to her and she felt her juices start, making his fingers slippery and also when they were inserted inside her, his thumb rubbing her clit, arousing her more. He released her to move in between her open legs, pulling down his trousers and releasing his erection. Looking down at the downy hair, parted by the wide slash of her sex, he guided the head of his cock to the wet entrance. He rubbed it around her inner lips, making it wet and then eased it inside her, feeling as if he was being sucked inside. Judy gave a whimper as he slid his length into her. She could feel the ridge of the head and the sides of his shaft as he slid into her. Her legs went up automatically up onto his hips as she felt his thighs touch the cheeks of her bum. Then came the slow rhythmic slap of his balls against her as he moved in and out of her. She squeezed her thighs tight to him as she bucked in her orgasm as he went faster, grunting as he pushed harder in and felt him jerking as he came too. He straightened up with one last heave, giving out a strangled cry while coming, and then collapsed heavily upon her. Judy kept on heaving. One, she was still coming herself and two, that she was short of breath with him atop of her. She was still breathing heavily when she had finished, her heart thumping away. `That was good, wasn't it,' she said, breathlessly, her arms as well as her legs, still wrapped round him. His head was just below her chin and she could see that he had quite a large bald patch covered by his front hair. `I said that was good wasn't it,' she repeated, giving him a nudge with her elbow, feeling his erection move inside her. `You fallen asleep. Or what?' as she nudged him again. His arms then fell loosely down by her side. That was when the rising panic set into Judy. With his arms hanging loose and his full weight upon her, she could feel the bile starting to rise in her throat. She held it back as with superhuman strength, she half lifted him off of her and pushed him to one side. She felt his cock twist inside her as he rolled over and fell to the floor, his lifeless eyes staring up at her. She stifled the scream that was trying to come out as she looked at what she guessed was a dead man. She shook with terror as she realised that she had been fucking with a corpse. She was now on the other side of the coffee table, cowering down, crying, her fist in her mouth. The first thought was to flee. To run away and hide, but Judy had seen too much television. Her fingerprints, two glasses and his half-naked body on the floor would show that someone else had been there. She took a big swig of her drink and finished it as she tried to gather her thoughts. She really wanted to scream and run for home, but as the gin settled her stomach she began to think properly. She ran into the kitchen and fetched a tea towel, which she threw across his face. She could now bear to move around without his staring eyes following her. Then she had the task of trying to pull his trousers up, rolling him from side to side as she tugged at the waistband. Eventually he looked as decent as any corpse should. Taking the towel, but not looking at him, wiped the coffee table where she might have left prints. Then the glass, not bothering to wash it, but just cleaned it with the towel and mixed it in with the other glasses on the side. Back into the kitchen and wiped the door handles and put the towel back where it came from. She opened the door and closed it again using the hem of her skirt, and turned to go home, only realising just then that her breasts were still exposed. She quickly pulled the top back up to cover her, and crept round to her house. She'd only been in the house for about half an hour, and now she had to do something for her alibi. Her father, Jim, was still in the conservatory and his back was towards her. But he might turn round and see her. So she did the only thing she could think of, and that was to quickly pull her two items of clothing off and slip into the pool. She made sure her hair was wet and then splashed about so that her father noticed. She waved to him and he came out to the poolside. `Skinny dipping eh?' he laughed, because he could see she wasn't wearing a costume. `Yes' she called back, `but I forget to bring a towel out and I'm getting a bit cold.' `How long have been in there?' he asked fetching out a large towel for her. He put it down by the steps for her. `About an hour,' she replied climbing out of the pool and quickly covering herself, shivering because the water was indeed cold. `Well I think you're silly to spend so much time in the cold water. Now go and get dried off and put on something warm, and have a hot drink at least.' He returned to his plants and she went indoors and upstairs to her room and had a hot shower, shivering more with fear than from the cold. Margaret found the body of her husband about three hours later when she came home. She just looked at the staring eyes and went and phoned for an ambulance. `He's been dead for some time,' she said into the phone, `I've just got in and found him lying on the floor. He's quite cold, so it must have happened some hours ago.' The paramedics gave a brief, but perfunctory examination of him and agreed that he was dead, probably due to a heart attack, but they would leave that for the autopsy to confirm. Margaret didn't shed any tears, and when he was taken away, sat down in the armchair with a large gin and tonic to survey her future. The following morning, she phoned her stockbroker and sold quite a substantial amount of her shares, and later he returned her call to say that all had been sold at a good price. She thanked him and then phoned the office and told them that their boss had collapsed and died. When the news hit the market, the shares dropped alarmingly. She then instructed her stockbroker to buy back again when the market stabilised, and because of those two phone calls, she made a cool half a million pounds. The next call was to the house agents to put the house on the market. She smiled and made herself another drink and knew she was going to enjoy the life of being a rich widow. * The Horseshoe had another problem. Sunday morning, Wayne, the pool man, found Sven Dali floating face down, naked, in the water. He just called the police; let them handle it he thought. The first car arrived and after surveying the pool, cordoned off the house. The police officers found that the kitchen door was open so went inside. The lounge was in a shambles and amongst the debris of a party were two more naked bodies and one clothed. A quick examination revealed that the clothed person, Phil, was still breathing, but only just. Natasha and Klaus were not and were stone cold to the touch. So for the second time in two days, an ambulance was seen in the Horseshoe. The detectives found white powder over the coffee table and a variety of tablets. All were taken away by the forensic people for analysis, and the bodies sent to the morgue for autopsies with the initial report being possible death through overdose or contaminated drugs. The report confirmed contamination of the white power and being mixed with the tablets was the cause of death, and also that the three had just, prior to death, had engaged in vaginal, oral and anal sexual activities. Phil had suffered brain damage and was unable to answer any questions, nor would he in the future, as in the hospital vernacular, he was being regarded as a cabbage. House number two was soon put on the market. * Mike Stevens had been rattling round the empty house all weekend on his own. He'd finished the photo shooting for the latest advertising that he'd been signed up to do, and wasn't due back to the park till the latter end of the following week. Silvia had gone to her parents and wouldn't be back till the middle of next week. Celia had gone with George up north for negotiations regarding the transfer for Mike, and didn't know when they would be back. He'd already been out twice for a run, and was just walking about the Horseshoe, but now it was getting dark and had started back to his house when he heard his name being called. `I thought that was you, wandering around like a lost soul.' It was his neighbour, Adrian, standing in his doorway with a drink in his hand. `Care for one? Sun's well over the yardarm, or whatever they call it.' `Why not,' said Mike, changing direction, `I've got nothing on for tonight.' `You've been deserted too?' Adrian asked, ushering Mike indoors and into the lounge, `what would you like?' `Vodka and slim line?' Mike answered. `Coming right up. Take a seat.' Mike sat down and idly flicked at the three magazines on the low table. They were all pornographic. One was men and woman, one was women only, and the third was men only. `Thanks,' he said, taking the proffered glass. `My boss has stayed up in town for the weekend. Where's the rest of your household?' Mike told him where his lot were. `Have you eaten yet? I make a mean omelette.' The offer was accepted and they went into the kitchen, where Adrian proved he was as good as his word. They both enjoyed the Spanish omelette and salad, washed down with a dry Spanish red wine. They got on well and both found it easy to talk to each other. They were back in the lounge, drinking and talking while Mike casually flipped through the magazines. `What do you think of them?' Adrian asked. `Well I've done these,' he indicated the usual man's book. `These I've seen in the flesh,' pointing to the one of Lesbianism. `What about the last one?' `Never had any call to see or do it,' Mike answered. `Would you if you had the chance?' `I don't know, why?' `I'm gay!' Adrian said, taking a sip of his drink. `I wouldn't mind if you didn't.' `I don't think I like the idea of being fucked up the arse,' he said, giving a nervous laugh. `I wouldn't dream of asking you to do anything you wouldn't want to do. Would you like another drink?' Adrian asked as he got to his feet. `Yes please.' Adrian passed the drink across Mike's shoulder and whispered into his ear. `What would you like? Would you let me suck your cock and then let you fuck me? Name it and I'll do it for you.' Mike gave another nervous laugh and took a big mouthful from his glass. `I've tried most things. Why not.' Adrian moved round and sat down beside him and passed him the magazine of men. `Which picture turns you on? Have a look through it' he asked, putting his hand on Mike's knee. Mike had to admit later, that some of the pictures did turn him on, but it was self-evident to Adrian, looking at Mike's crotch. He went down onto his knees between Mike's legs and pulled down the zipper of his jeans and eased out the erection to the open air. `You should be proud of this,' Adrian said as he held it before bending his head and taking him into his mouth. Mike let the book drop and lay back as he gave himself up to the pleasure he was being given. The hand slowly moving the outer skin up and down, feeling the foreskin move as the tongue teased it back and delved into the eye of the head. The warmth of that mouth was incredible as he was sucked. Then the chill as it was released and felt the teeth gently nibble at his erection. `Mike. I'd like you to fuck me. I want to feel this solid shaft inside me,' Adrian said between nibbles, `say yes. Please say yes.' `Yes,' said Mike, his head thrown back and his eyes closed, `yes.' There was a rustle of clothing and Mike felt a condom being put on his erection, feeling the constriction of the rubber but was glad that one was being used. `Now Mike, now,' being pulled off the settee onto the floor. He opened his eyes and saw the rear end of Adrian facing him, a smear of cream marking the target. The blood was surging through Mike's veins, feeding his throbbing cock, so he quickly grasped Adrian's hips and guided himself to the target and pushed his hips forward. He was surprised how easy it was to slide into him. Then the tightness enclosed his pulsing cock, tighter than any woman's fanny he'd ever known. Deliberately not thinking that it was a man's arse he was fucking, he rammed in and out feeling every thrust both in and out. He groaned from the pure pleasure he was getting and could not hold out long. Through the roaring in his ears, he could hear Adrian urging him on. `Harder, harder,' then, `faster, faster,' accompanied by cries of pleasure from below him as he held Adrian tight as he came, his body jerking as his sperm filled the condom. They both gave a big sigh as he finished, gently lying over the bowed back. The table got pushed aside as he withdrew his cock and flopped over onto his back. Adrian saw to the removal of the condom and then lay down next to him. `That was wonderful Mike! You certainly are a big man in that area. No wonder all the girls are after you.' `You weren't too bad yourself,' Mike grinned, `but then I haven't got a yardstick to measure it by.' `Oh yes you have,' Adrian giggled taking hold of Mike's still hard prick, `here's your yard stick.' Mike laughed with him. `No, I mean I've never butt fucked anyone before, so I can't really say, but it was good. Tighter than any girl I've ever been with.' Adrian didn't want to push him too far, so said nothing. He just continued to hold Mike's cock in his hand, just giving it a gentle squeeze from time to time as they lay there. They eventually rose up from the floor and got properly dressed and sat and had another couple of drinks, but now swapping dirty jokes with each other till Mike thanked him for the dinner and you know what, he said, as he wished Adrian goodnight and went home. * With the pollution of the pool at number two and of the Horseshoe in general, Marianne Dyer announced that she was moving to an hotel in London and that they could sell the house to anyone with a death wish. `The place has only been occupied for a few months, and we've had five and a half dead bodies strewn about.' `Half?' queried Pierre, doing her hair. `That so called bodyguard! He's half dead so I've heard. He should have been the one dead. What kind of protector was he?' Marianne replied. So a few days later, they were gone. * Somebody else dropped himself in the shit that weekend. Caught with his pants down, literally, and that was Stephen Black, our own Liberal Member of Parliament. Miss Small, his office secretary had just bidden him goodnight and closed the connecting door between the two offices, collected her things together and went down stairs to go home. She had reached the lobby door when she remembered that there were some papers on her desk that she had forgotten to give to the Minister for signature. With a sigh, she retraced her steps back and went into her office. She found the papers that she wanted and went and opened the connecting door to Peter Black's office. She dropped the papers and screamed as she saw the Minister with his trousers down around his ankles, ramming into the bare arse of one of the ushers. At her scream he whipped round, his erection swinging wildly at the violent movement and made her scream even louder at the sight of his fiery red cock waving about. It was also unfortunate that the Chief Whip was just passing Miss Small's open office door when she first screamed, and rushed in to hear the second scream and also came to see what had upset her. Peter Black had stumbled back and fell because of his tangled trousers and his cock waved about sending out a stream of semen that had been destined for the bare arse of the usher still laying face down across the edge of the desk. The Chief Whip ushered Miss Small out and got her to sit down and drink some water, while he went back into Black's office. Both men were now fully dressed though Black was still having trouble with his fly buttons. `See me in my office in thirty minutes,' the Whip thundered,' and you,' pointing to the usher, `see the Chief Usher and hand in your notice!' He returned to Miss Small and quietened her down and got her out of the office, and getting hold of one of his staff, told him to get Miss Small into a taxi and see that they took care of the fare. In the Chief Whip's office a little later he asked for, and got, the Minister's resignation and then he told him to vacate his office and not show his face around him in the future. Stephen Mattock, if he had been alive, would have trumpeted it all over the front of his newspapers, but it did eventually leak out and Stephen Black was expelled from the Liberal Party in spite of the fact that others had done similar things and got away with it. He was made a scapegoat which resulted in number seven, of the Horseshoe going back onto the market. * After a week of working, living and dining together, Vanessa could take no more of the cow like eyes of Louise without feeling a pang of both desire and regret of making a rule that she would be unable to keep herself. Dinner was over and they were just finishing off the wine when Vanessa put her hand over that of Louise. `I can't stand any more of you looking at me that way. Would you like to come to bed with me tonight?' The eyes lit up and she gave out a beautiful smile. `Yes please Nessa,' she breathed out in the happiest tone that she'd uttered all week. `Can...can we...?' `Let's see what comes, shall we.' `I know I'll be coming,' she giggled. `Lou!' Vanessa exclaimed, and then giving in to the infectious grin, smiled herself at Louise's exuberance. They each had a quick shower using non perfumed soap and were soon in bed. `Give me a kiss you little minx,' laughed Vanessa, and opened her arms for Louise to go into. They kissed and Louise moved down to kiss the breasts she'd been dreaming of all week. Vanessa stroked her hair, saying, `Now this is your first time going down. Do what you would like done to you.' It was a tit filled mouth that went `Mmmmm,' as the mouth moved further south, kissing and licking past the navel and into the pubic region. Vanessa moved and opened her legs for Louise to get her first experience of giving cunnilingus. She licked and sucked avidly away at Vanessa's sexual organs. The tongue probing deep into the vagina, then giving hard strong licks to her clit, making the woman start to squirm as her inner heat built up. She came in a rush and Louise stayed down, licking as fast as she could, running the tip of her tongue all round the sexual lips that she was kissing. It was a wet and sex smeared red face that popped up from under the covers. Her grin wide as she tried to lick her lips at the same time. `How was that?' she cried. Vanessa hugged her, their breasts squashing against each other, and kissed that wet mouth, their tongues trying to lick each other. `It was wonderful Lou. Now it's your turn,' and Vanessa gave her the full treatment and Louise vowed to love her for the rest of her life. * Jane couldn't understand Judy's behaviour. She was moping around the house and would not go out at all. The only news she had was that their neighbour had died of a heart attack. Margaret didn't let out the details of the autopsy, which confirmed he'd died of a massive heart attack, and with semen in his urinal passage, they were certain that he'd died during sexual intercourse. She wondered who had been the woman with him at the time, but didn't pursue it and quietly thanked whoever it was for releasing her. Judy was finally coaxed outside, but it was sex that did it. She saw Mike Stevens leave his house for a run with another footballer that she recognised, and desperately wanted to meet him. So she donned her running togs and set off in pursuit of them. * Silvia returned home from her parents and was heartily kissed by Mike on the doorstep. They were still there when a taxi drew up with George and Celia, bringing with them, Robert Russell, a wing forward for a famous Northern club and a great friend of Mike's. They embraced, banging each other on the back before breaking apart and introductions made to Silvia. They had dinner and as all of them, except Mike, had been travelling all day, they went to bed early. Silvia was not that tired that she didn't want sex, as she had missed him being in bed with her at night. They kissed passionately and she could feel his erection pressing hard against her. Her hand grasped it, loving the feel of the muscle than moved under the sheath of skin. He gave her head a nudge and she understood what he wanted, which was what she also wanted to do. Not letting go of his erection, slid down under the covers and greedily took him into her mouth, easing the foreskin back and forth and tasting his love juice. He wanted to come but held himself back and pulled her back up, kissing and rolling her over onto her back. Already wet, she opened her legs and let him slide into her. `Hello old friend,' she whispered as their stomachs met and her legs tightened about his hips. As he ploughed into her, he couldn't help but see the vision of Adrian's bare back and him gripping his hips as he ground into him. He also heard his words echoing in his mind and comparing the difference between the two holes. His had been tighter with only one muscle, while Silvia's was looser, but with more muscles inside gripping him. He had to grit his teeth to hold on to his load as they thrashed in the bed, and was relieved when she started to really buck and gurgle as she started to orgasm and he then let loose his salvo, both coming together in pelvic grinding spasms. Celia and George were also coupled, though theirs was not as frantic. Robert slept alone. Mike and Robert had been on the edge of an unploughed field for only a few minutes, keeping in step as they jogged along, when they could hear the pad of other feet coming up behind them. Robert, or Bob as he preferred being called, glanced over his should and saw Judy catching them up. In that brief glance, he liked what he saw. A young girl of beddable age, well proportioned tits bouncing about under her shirt and a nice pair of slim legs. `We've got company arriving fast,' he said to Mike. He looked back and grinned at Bob. `It's Judy! She's from the estate too. A nice girl. I think you'll like her,' he said with a grin, and stopped till she caught up. `Hi,' she said, panting as she stopped in front of them, her breasts heaving from the exertion she had made to catch up with them. She could see that Bob was looking at her breasts and breathed even deeper to make them stand out more. `Hello Judy,' Mike said, giving her a peck on her moist cheek, `I'd like you to meet Robert. Robert Russell, a great friend of mine.' `Hello,' she said in a small voice, holding out her hand. He took it gave it a little shake and also a little squeeze, but still held on to it. `It's Bob. Not Robert to my friends, and any friend of Mike is a friend of mine.' He pulled her hand towards him and he too gave her cheek a peck. Mike laughed. `He's a very forward forward you know. He play's for...' `I know. I've seen him on television. I'm not a gushing little teenager, but I do like the way you move about on the field.' `Park!' Bob replied. `Pardon?' Judy answered looking bewildered. `That's what we call the pitch. The park. That's a field,' he said as he pointed to the ploughed ground around them, cursing himself for correcting her. He wanted her on his side, because he immediately wanted to be inside her and feel those tits pressed up against his chest. These thoughts gave him an instant erection in his shorts and he turned away to hide himself, but she had glanced down and saw it. She grinned to herself. Mission accomplished she thought, he's interested. `Care to join us,' Bob asked over his shoulder. `Love to,' she said with a grin, as she moved in between them as they started off on a dogtrot. They were out for an hour before arriving back at the Horseshoe. `Come in for a drink,' Mike said, as they entered the gate. `Must have a shower,' Judy answered. `There's a shower in my room you could use,' Bob said. `And a change of clothes,' Judy finished. `Borrow some of Silvia's. That's settled then,' and steered her up the drive to his house. Judy went with Bob to his room, and Mike went into his own. `You shower first and I'll see about the clothes,' Bob said, and watched as she went into the bathroom. She didn't quite close the door, deliberately, as she knew there would be a full length mirror there, the same as in her bathroom. Bob, not having been in any other bathroom on the estate, didn't know this. From where he was sitting, he could see through the partly open door to the mirror. He watched the reflection of Judy as she pulled off her shirt and he saw the ripe breasts in their nakedness and was again aroused. Then she pulled down her shorts, showing the tight firm buttocks as she bent down to pull the shorts off. She then turned toward the mirror and he could see her fully naked. The breasts high, large and firm. The trim waist and the way it curved into her hips and the fine down of hair between her thighs. He gave an inward groan and held his crotch, gripping his erection inside his shorts as she disappeared from view. He had to sit there a little while as the shower water started to run, to let his hard cock subside before moving. When it was down sufficiently, he left the room and knocked on Mike's bedroom door. Silvia opened it and invited him in. `Here,' she said, handing him a small pile of clothes, `they should fit her, and Bob,' as she held his arm for a moment, `take it easy, will you?' `If I can,' he said with a grin, and returned back to his room. Back inside, he put the clothes on the bed and sat back down in the chair to watch the mirror. He heard the shower turn off and saw her come into view like a sea nymph, the water droplets glistening on her skin. Her breast tautened as she reached for a towel and he watched her slowly dry herself, the lifting of one leg to dry between them. His erection was hurting him as she wrapped herself in the towel and came out of the bathroom. `Did Silvia...?' she began to ask. He indicated the clothes on the bed, unable to speak and unable to stand up. She smiled at him as she picked them up and returned to the bathroom. He gave a little groan at her smile and held his forearms tight in between his thighs. He also watched as she dressed, which was just as erotic to him as when she'd disrobed. `All yours now, and thanks for the use of the shower. I'm sure you're dying to use it now.' Again that smile that twisted his gut, and as she kept standing there, waiting, he was forced to get up and cross the room. He blushed as he passed her because he saw she had looked down and saw that he was trying to conceal a massive boner. `I'll sit here and wait for you,' she called out, after which, he didn't dare shut the door, mindful now that she knew he had been watching her while she undressed. So he kept his back to the mirror as he undressed and went into the cubicle. `Coward,' she muttered, but was still impressed by the muscled legs and back, and that he had a cute tight bum. She was still in the chair when he re-entered the bedroom, a towel wrapped round his waist. `I'll get dressed now,' he said, standing there. `Okay. I'll wait,' she said but didn't move. It was a battle of wills now and he had to face it out, so he moved to the dresser and pulled out the clean clothes that he wanted and put them on the bed. To hell with it, he said to himself, she's not going to move, so with his back towards her, took off the towel, baring his bum and reached for his underpants. In a flash, she was across the space between them, grabbed up the towel and flicked the end of it towards his rear. It caught him sharply with a distinct crack and gave a yelp as he half turned round. She could now see all of his crown jewels, sceptre and all. `Gotcha,' Judy laughed as she fell back into the chair. `You saw all of me in the mirror, why couldn't I see you?' Red in the face and rubbing the sore spot on his bum, grinned, and thought, she's asking for it. So he turned round fully, letting her see it all clearly. `Meat and two veg. Very nice, but I like a little gravy with mine.' `When the meat's soft it's delicious, but when hard and cooked, then there's gravy. Satisfied?' He said smugly, putting on his pants and settling himself comfortably. `The proof of the pudding...' Judy replied, leaving off the end of the quotation. He grinned at the answer and finished dressing and they went downstairs and Judy was invited to stay with them for the day. She was also invited to stay for dinner, provided she helped, to which she readily agreed, but requested a phone call. She phoned her mother and said that she would not be in for dinner and that she might be late home and not to wait up for her. She got the usual mother to daughter talk, but Judy insisted that she was old enough to look after herself, so that was settled and she returned to the kitchen and pitched in. Impromptu as it was, dinner was a success, and all were fully fed and mellow from the amount of wine consumed. It was Celia who instigated the game for the evening. Silvia objected to the bottle game in deference to Judy and Bob, but agreed on the card variation. When the rules were explained to Bob and Judy, both accepted to the delight of the others. Each person was to wear five items of clothing, socks counting as one. Everybody had a small shot glass and had a choice of what drink they were to drink. Bob, Silvia and Mike chose vodka. Judy and Celia took gin and George picked whisky. The bottles were brought out and a pack of cards. The game was rummy, and when someone declared, all hands were laid down and the one with the least melded cards was deemed the loser. The loser then had to crawl round the circle, kissing each foot and pouring out the required drink. Then all saluted the loser and drank, loser included, but that person then had to remove one item of clothing. When the first item was removed, the others wrote a forfeit on a slip of paper, which were folded up and then mixed for that loser to pick one and then do as directed. The clothing consisted of socks, underpants, (knickers for girls), shorts, shirts and a bra (for the women) and a hat for the men. They sat in a circle, after cutting for deal. Silvia, George, Celia, Bob, Judy then Mike. Forfeit slips for the first hand were filled out, folded and put into a heap. Mike won the first hand, and with the others shown, Silvia hadn't melded anything and her highest card was only a ten. So the ritual began. Off came her socks and then she entered the circle and kissed the feet of George and filled up his little glass, then the same to Celia, and so on. When finished, they all toasted the loser and drank, Silvia included. Then she picked out one of the slips and read out that she was to give everybody a kiss on the lips. This she did in turn. The forfeits at the beginning were always tame, but as the game progressed, and they started to feel the effects of the alcohol, the forfeits started to get wilder. As the game went on, clothes were being removed and they were getting drunker. Celia was the first to lose her bra to the cheers of all. Then Mike lost his pants, removing them to show he was almost erect. Then Judy lost her bra, giving Bob an erection as he saw the tits sway alongside him. George was next, followed by Bob who was forced to let everyone see his erection. After his forfeit, they started getting serious. Celia lost her pants and after the foot kissing and the drinks read that she was to kiss everyone's love part. Kissing the top of Bob's cock, pulling aside the gusset of Judy's pants, kissed her, with Mike, she opened her mouth and took him in instead of the kiss. Then to Celia and George. Judy lost next, and she went red in the face when she saw the forfeit, and her breasts shook. `Read it out,' the others called out, so in a shaky voice, read, `Make love to the one on your right.' Bob's face went red also then, but grinned. Judy gave a grin also and thought, what the fuck, it's only a game. So she shuffled over to Bob and pushed him flat on his back and moved astride his body. Then with one hand, held up his erection and inserted into herself and sank down on him. Cheers greeted the action as she then moved up and down on his shaft, her breasts bouncing up and down much to the men's satisfaction. Bob held her hips as he looked up at her atop of him. She smiled down at him as his face started to show the tension that was building up in him, and then he bucked as he came inside her. The drunken cheers he didn't hear because all he could hear was the beating of heart as he came into the beautiful girl on top of him. The game was over three hands later. Celia lost her pants and the forfeit turned out to be the same as Judy's. Instead of mounting George, she rolled over onto her back and pulled him on top of her. They were all plastered, none more so than George who had to have Silvia take his cock in her hand and guide it into Celia, where he then started to fuck her. Mike then pulled Silvia down and crawled on top of her and started to copy George. Bob looked at Judy and then at the other two couples. Judy looked at them and at Bob. `Shall we join them?' Bob asked with a drunken slur. `Why not,' Judy replied in an equally drunken voice. `It's a party after all,' and opened her arms to him and loved the feel of his again hard cock slide up into her. So the game and party ended up with three male arses bobbing up and down as they fucked the girls beneath them. Each man came with his own way of grunting or groaning, as did the girls with their little screams or cries. George appeared to have passed out while on top of Celia and still inside her. She had also passed out or fallen asleep, because both were gently snoring. Mike and Silvia were gently kissing each other and having gentle laughs while rubbing noses. Bob kissed Judy on the nose and whispered, `This carpet is rubbing my knees raw. Can we go up to my room?' Judy nodded and gave a little whimper as he pulled out of her and got to his knees and helped her up from the floor, then hand in hand, left the room and went upstairs. * Bob left to go back up north three days later, and Judy left with him. It was a tearful farewell at the Wilson house, Jane's crying making Judy cry. The night before when Judy announced that she was leaving, Jane hadn't stopped crying since then. No matter what Jane said, Judy countered her argument. She was determined to go, and would go, she told her mother, and carried on packing a suitcase. Jim, in a quiet moment, slipped an envelope into Judy's hand, telling her that there was a thousand pounds in it, and if she needed more, not to hesitate to ask. Jim had already ear-marked ten thousand pounds for her wedding, but now revised his estimate to fifty thousand if what he thought might come about. And to finish Judy's story, he was right, for three months later, Bob and Judy got married and had the whole football team there as guests. Two other couples were there too, George and Celia and Mike and Silvia. Through George's negotiations, Mike had signed on with the same club as Bob which resulted in them all leaving the Horseshoe and putting number eight back onto the market. * It took Jane awhile to get used to the fact that her daughter had grown up and left home. She liked Bob, when he visited, and Judy had said that she loved him and was going to go with him. There was a hidden threat in her words that said that with or without her parent's consent, she was going to go. She was now coming to terms with it and hoped that she would be happy, happy as she was. But was she happy? This was the question that vexed her. She had Jim,...and? Well Vanessa wasn't really the answer, but a little feminine comfort wouldn't come amiss. So she sought out Jim and said that she was going over to visit Vanessa and would be back after tea and women's talk. Jane knocked at the door and Louise opened it. Jane introduced herself and was invited in just as Vanessa arrived in the hall from the study. `Come in Jane, I see you've now met Louise.' `Yes. I...I thought we...we could talk a little.' `Well, let's sit in the lounge. It's more comfortable than the kitchen. Lou dear, could you bring in some tea for all of us.' `Certainly.' They sat down together on the sofa and Jane told of her feeling of loss with Judy going. Vanessa held her hand and comforted her with the usual story that the young birds do eventually fly from the nest. Louise had returned with a tray and poured out for the three of them. `I had wanted to see you alone,' Jane said in a low voice. `Jane, Louise knows about us, so you can speak in front of her.' `Oh dear!' Jane put her hand to her mouth, the teacup rattled in her hand. Vanessa took her hand and stroked it. `Don't worry about it, please. Lou and I do as you and I have done.' `Oh!' was the weak response from Jane, `I didn't know that... that. Oh dear, I feel such a fool. Please forgive me Lou.' Louise quickly moved and sat next to her and patted her hand, which was slightly patronising, but Jane didn't notice it. `Don't feel bad about it. What you are feeling now must be exactly as how I felt when I knew about you. There's nothing wrong with what any of us have done. It's just that we haven't got together before to...Oh my! What a faux pas!' Vanessa burst out laughing and then did Louise and finally Jane had to join in. The cup and saucer had to be put down as they laughed together, Louise holding one hand of Jane and Vanessa holding the other. `You silly thing,' said Vanessa kissing Jane's cheek. `I think you're lovely,' Louise said, kissing her other cheek. `I think your faux pas, as you called it, would be a good idea. The three of us,' said Vanessa, giving Jane's hand a reassuring squeeze. `Oh yes!' burst out Louise, `I...I...' She put her head down but also gave a squeeze to the other hand of Jane, `I would like to see if I could please you as Vanessa has shown me. Please say yes Jane,' Louise begged, looking up now into Jane's face. `I...I would like it if you would let me try.' Jane looked to Vanessa who was smiling at her, a warm little glow starting down in the pit of her stomach and making her groin tingle. `It will take your mind off other things,' Vanessa said, letting the thought develop in Jane's mind. `Could...could three do it together? I mean at the same time?' Jane asked in a tremulous voice. `The numbers do not matter. It's what you get out of it that's important.' Vanessa replied. She stood up and held out her hand to Jane. `Come. Come upstairs with us and let us all have some pleasure this afternoon.' Louise too stood up and also held out her hand. Jane looked at the two happy faces and thought that there must be some truth in what they say, and making up her mind, smiled back at them and took the proffered hands. They each undressed and put their clothes aside. Louise, naked first got onto the bed and rolled to the side and took Jane's hand as she got onto the bed, and Vanessa then lay down beside her. Jane felt a little uncomfortable at first, but let herself go when Vanessa started to kiss her. It was strange to have Vanessa's two hands alongside her face as they kissed, and then to feel another hand make butterfly touches down her stomach and settle at the triangle of her thighs. The fingers gently questing, seeking what lay hidden between them. Vanessa moved her head down and started to kiss her breasts and a second hand fluttered round her pubis as Louise started to kiss her and found that her tongue to be sweeter and softer. Being kissed so softly on the lips and her nipples being sucked made her tremble and her thighs parted to let the fingers find the treasure she was hiding. With two mouths and four hands exploring and pleasuring her body, Jane exploded with orgasm after orgasm. She then joined with Vanessa to help Louise to Nirvana, and Jane tasted the sweetness of Lou's juices as they flowed into her open mouth. Then Vanessa experienced her two protégés competing to pleasure her and was proud of the expertise they showed in bringing her to no less than three orgasms, one after the other. It culminated with the torso twisting effort of all three to lie in positions where they all were licking and sucking at a wet vagina at the same time. Then wet faced, red faced, sated and exhausted, they lay back and complimented each other on their performances. Jane didn't know it then, but it was to be her last session with Vanessa as well as being the first and last with Louise. That was because the following day, Vanessa's literary agent informed her that she had found the very place that Vanessa had described that she wanted in Spain. It was ready for immediate occupancy and only needed her signature to secure it. This was done the next day and Vanessa then had to tell Louise what she had just bought and would she consider moving abroad with her. She was sure of what the answer would be, but had to give her the choice after all. Louise kissed her and said that she would follow her to the ends of the earth if it pleased her. So a few days later, with just a few suitcases, left the Horseshoe together. The rest of the things would be sent on later. Jane was dismayed to see the removal van outside of number three and went across to find out more and when she made herself known to the removal men, the foreman came to her and gave her a parcel and letter. He had been instructed to give them to her when they had finished loading and were about to depart, but as she was there then, he gave them to her. Crying, Jane fled back to her house and sat down in the lounge with tears streaming down her face and opened the letter. `My Dearest Jane,' it began. She had to wipe her tears away because they blurred the writing. `You do not know how much I agonised and hated writing this letter to you. To me, when I first came to the Horseshoe, it was a desert. A desert of love and emotion. I came to find the oasis of both in you. I should quote Omar Khayyam here, but any writer hates quoting another, even one as illustrious as him. But my feelings for you run deep, to a depth I dare not try to plumb because you are married. Married to a man that I believe is unconscious of the treasure that is his. I might have tasted this treasure, but I cannot be a plunderer and steal away what is his. All I can say is that will you please forgive this cowardly way of saying goodbye. I don't think I would have had the courage, no, that is a lie. I didn't have it. I would have faltered and broken down and then maybe would have destroyed something which I wish to hold dear to my heart for the rest of my life. So please think kindly of me for sparing us both a heartache that would have been unendurable for me. I'm not as strong as the impression I may have given out, to you and other people. I will think of you often, with love and sweet memories, please, I beg, think of me in the same way. With fondest and dearest of loves, Vanessa. P.S. In the parcel are all first editions of my published books, signed with love and affection. Please look out for my next book, for you will find that it will be dedicated to you.' Jane couldn't help the flood of tears, and carefully folded the letter and returned it to the envelope. To bring out when she felt lonely and to remember the pleasures of being a woman that loved another. * Vanessa and Louise lay on their sun beds, bodies glowing with health. Honey coloured without a vestige of white flesh, because they sun bathed naked. With the right application of oils, they tanned evenly without burning. They both derived a pleasure from massaging each other with the blocking agents. Louise having been taught by Vanessa the art of the perfect massage, though not the kind for aches and pains, but that for pleasure and the heightening of sexual awareness. Vanessa lay on her back, eyes closed, her nipples showing white with the cream upon them, listening to Louise. She was leaning on her elbows, back arched and breasts just brushing the bed as she read the last pages of the final draft of the book that they had collaborated on. The pseudonym was to be Bonito Chica, loosely translated as pretty girl. It was a story of how they met and where. `It's a bit near the knuckle,' Louise said, putting down the last page and slipping off the bed and kneeling down next to Vanessa. `I don't think so. We've changed the names but told the truth.' `I know darling,' Louise said, giving Vanessa's breast a gently rub, bringing the nipple up, `and we still haven't given it a title.' `I thought of calling it "La Herradura", but I don't think the Spanish title will go down well.' `I don't think so either,' said Louise, giving Vanessa a kiss, `it's getting rather hot out here. Why don't we go inside,' kissing her again, `and have a little loving in the cool.' Vanessa's hand came up and fondled a full breast. `That's a good idea, but let's be gentle on the nipples, okay?' `Let's try it with ice cubes in the mouth.' `That's my girl,' said Vanessa with a laugh, `Innovative!' as she got up and followed Louise into the coolness of the villa and after a quick shower, both laid themselves on the bed and made slow, languorous love. When they had both pleasured each other, they lay side by side, drowsy with sleep. `The title for the book. What did you call it?' Louise asked in a sleepy voice. `La Herradura.' `What's that in English?' `The Horseshoe my dear.' `Oh berry nice Banessa,' mimicked Louise, `berry nice indeed.' * * * All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. Send them to >adultreading@gmail.com< or my website >adultreading.es<. I can also supply where my other books are listed with nifty.org who would also like contributions to keep them supplying books like mine. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html