BUSINESS TRIP

PART 14

Whatever. Rachel had traded her business garb for a bright orange cover up, which she shed now to reveal skin that seemed even darker in the twilight. She pulled up a long pool chair close to Brad. “Come right here honey.” Ann sat down, and pulled up the cover she had put back on at the end of the shoot. She had not bothered to find out what had happened to the micro bikini.

“Okay honey, I’m going to do you first, just so you get an idea.” Rachel stood next to Ann’s head. “Now honey, I want you to take a real good look at my p***y. Here, run your tongue along it. You know where my c**t is. And my v****a. But right in between there’s the pee hole. You ever do much with that? Except pee?”

“Nope.” Which Ann had to do right now, desperately, all of a sudden.

“Ever see a girl pee? Up close and personal?” Rachel found an empty glass. “Now watch honey. See where it’s coming out? Put your tongue right there.”

Ann did that. It was still sour.

“Try to stick your tongue in it.” Rachel tried to squeeze out a little drop. “Oh, honey, your boyfriend never does that for you?”

“Jane likes to be licked there,” Brad said. “Drives her wild.”

“Okay honey, let’s take a look a my c**t. I think you’ve got it standing up now. Run your tongue up that way. See anything?”

“Not much.”

“That’s because it’s under the hood. You ever try pulling the hood back?”

“My boyfriend tried that a couple of times. It hurt.”

“Well honey, if you’re going to try to f**k with it, you need to get rid of the hood. Here, let me do it. Now what’s it look like?”

“A tiny little penis.”

“Yep. Now that little thing’s not going to feel like much up your p***y. Or your asshole even. But up your pee hole, that’s a different thing altogether.”

“You’ve got to be out of your f*****g mind. God!” Ann grabbed the glass out of Rachel’s hand, just managed to get it in place before she started gushing into it.

“That’s good honey. Get’s you loosened up just right.” Rachel pushed Ann back onto the chair and mounted her, high up on her. Brad could see Ann’s p***y wide open, but something was happening above that, something that Rachel was really enjoying and Ann was sort of enjoying. Maybe starting to enjoy a bit more.

“s**t!” A stream of fluid was trickling down between Ann’s lips. “What was that?”

“Why honey, you just squirted. Never did that before?”

“No.”

“First time for everything. Now let’s trade places and you’re going to do the same thing to me. Stand up first and we’ll get rid of that little hood. Hey Brad, ever see this?”

“Nope. I’ll have to try that with Jane.”

“Just wait sweetie. Just wait. Okay honey.” Rachel lay back, spread her legs. “I’m going to pee, just a little, so you can see where it is. Okay, take that little prick of yours and put it right there. How does that feel?”

“Oh my God! That is wild!”

“Okay honey, take your time. Slide it in and out some. That’s it. How does it feel?”

“Like I’m f*****g. Like I’m a guy f*****g. Ooh, I’m jealous.” She started to slam into Rachel.

“Careful.”

“Sorry.” A few more thrusts and Ann gave a little sigh.

“Enough for now?”

“Guess so.”

“The nice thing about not being a guy is that you can just keep going. Okay, let’s do Brad now.”

“What? What do you mean do Brad?” That didn’t sound promising. “Do me how?”

“You’ve got a pee hole, sweetie. Here, pee into this glass. See, just like ours except it’s sticking out on the end of that thing. Okay Ann, squeeze a little, see how it opens up. Now it’s just a matter of working your way in.”

“This is nuts.”

“You’ve never had a catheter?”

“Yeah when I was getting the vasectomy. It just added to the horror of the whole thing.”

“Here, let me do it. Maybe open it up a little first.” Rachel licked the very tip of Brad’s p***s, then got just the tip of her pinky into it. “Okay Brad, we’re going to let you do the work if you can keep it up like that. Ever want to pee on a girl?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, stick your c**k right here, and pee. That’s right, all the way at the top. Stick it into my c**t. Now push. Okay, now who’s f*****g who?”

“That is wild. It’s all inside out.”

“Like it?”

“Maybe.”

“Okay, try it with Ann now. She’s maybe just a tad bigger.”

Ann moved into place, and Brad tried to skewer himself on her c**t, the way he had with Rachel. Was he f*****g her? Was she f*****g him? The tip of his p***s was glowing, burning, then he quenched it with a flood of semen.

“That was so strange. It was just washing right around me. Okay, I am definitely trying this with Evan. Who knows? Maybe it’s what he’s looking for.”

“Hey Sam, what’s up?” Sam had wandered out to the pool, possibly in search of another beer. How long had he been watching them?

“Not much. What the hell is that all about?” He came over to see what Brad and Ann were doing. Brad may have come, but Ann was still into it, pushing herself in further and further. “That hurt?”

“No. Feels strange but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Ever done that Sam?” Rachel was tugging down Sam’s shorts. “Want to give it a try?”

“Maybe with Brad at the other end? Wouldn’t that be something else?”

“Like the tranny?” Ann asked.

“Yeah. I sort of got a yearnin’ for it, watching those kids go at it.”

“Why didn’t you line up one of them?”

“Too scrawny. Well actually didn’t think about it until they were gone. Ever have that happen? You get an urge for somethin’ and you can’t quite pin down what it is? I was all ready to go out and find me some ladies, but I don’t think that’s what I need to scratch that itch.”

Brad was quite visibly not interested. The thought was making him shrivel. “I’m not that in to guys.”

“You seemed to like having the guys in you, boy.” Sam was rubbing himself into arousal. “What if I were so stick this up your butt?”

“As long as you use a rubber.”

“But otherwise it’s fine with you?”

“This week it’s fine.”

“He and his wife gave each other the week off,” Ann said. “Or something like that.”

“But other way around?”

“Maybe he just needs to get warmed up to it,” Rachel said. “Brad, you ever try to do deep throat?”

“You mean to me? Jane never could get the hang of it.”

“Other way round. Ann, show me what you can do with Sam here.” Actually Rachel had seen the photos from the Bayou. Still it was different to see that huge c**k vanish within Ann’s mouth, to see her lips on Sam’s balls.

“How’d you learn to do that, honey?”

Of course Ann couldn’t answer, but Sam did for her. “College. Sorority. On dildos. It was part of hazing. Right? Straight out of the ass? The dirtier the better?”

“Okay Brad, you give it a try.”

It was one thing to have a c**k shoved into your mouth, with your hands tied behind your back so you really had no choice. Another to deliberately put one in.

“Come on, be a sport.” That from Ann. She sort of shoved the thing into his mouth. Well at least that saved him from making the decision. Sam was huge. Brad’s teeth were barely past the tip and it was already at the back of his mouth. Thick too. How the hell was Ann getting all that down her throat?

“Just relax,” Ann said. He did, and Sam’s belly was coming closer to his nose. Not a lot closer, but enough to know that it was started.

“That’s it,” Rachel said, “that’s the hard part. Okay, now run your tongue down the shaft. See what his balls feel like. Now back behind. Don’t you want to know what it would feel like to go in there?”

“Not really.” Sam was old. He was fat. Well not all that fat, but not in greatest shape. He was black. Would Brad have been attracted to a black lady that age and that out of shape? There was a lady at church just like that and she was a very nice lady, they were friends, but in terms of f*****g her? No. No way.

Ann was kissing down his spine, rubbing her t**s on his back, nibbling his butt. Running her tongue around his asshole. Stroking him into arousal. She put a finger from each hand into his asshole, hands on his butt. Sam turned around, on hands and knees, spreading his cheeks, knees slightly apart so that Brad could see everything.

“Come on, Brad, be my dildo.” That from Ann as she aimed him towards the target glistening above Sam’s balls.

Okay, just get it over with. He was hard enough to start to get in, hard enough that he could feel the ring of muscle sliding over the tip of his p***s. Okay, he was going to close his eyes, pretend it was a girl. Or maybe a very young boy, even scrawnier than the ones tonight, than the volleyball players. So young they had no pubic hair, tiny little pricks not much bigger than a c**t. But balls. He reached down to feel Sam’s balls, playing with them. Sam gave a little sigh.

“Come on Brad. f**k the f*****g s**t out of him.” Ann was pulling him back out, slamming him back in, leaning with all her weight on his butt as she shoved him into Sam’s. Sam was spurting at each thrust, bowels in spasm. Then Rachel was in front of Sam, trying to plug the leak with her c**t.

Sam closed his eyes in bliss. And stopped breathing.

“Oh. My. God. Oh My God!” Ann was hysterical. Rachel turned Sam over on his back and started to do CPR. Within a couple minutes his eyes were open once again.

“We should get an ambulance,” Brad said.

“He’ll be fine. This isn’t the first time.” Once Sam was conscious Rachel had run inside. She came back out with a hypodermic. “Eminase.” Another needle. “Nitroglycerin. That’s all they’d do for him in the emergency room. You okay, big boy?”

“Better. Tell you what, if you’re going to go, that’s the way to do it. My mother, she had cancer, spent years and years wasting away. In a nursing home. Rotting away. My dad had a nice clean heart attack. In bed. Not sleeping, if you know what I mean? Not alone. Not with my mom, either, but that’s another story. Everybody at the wake kept saying how happy he looked.”

Sam reached for a beer, but Rachel stopped him. “No more booze tonight. No going out on the prowl. Understand?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Do you need some help?” Ann asked.

“Honey, you’re more likely to be a distraction. Sam needs to take the rest of the night off, get some rest. Right Sam? Just watch a ball game or something.”

“I’ll see how I feel.” Sam went inside.

“So it’s like that?” Ann asked. “Day by day?”

“Day by day, hour by hour. What about you?”

“Brad is holding this huge project together. Hundreds of people. God only knows how much money.”

“When I first came down Atlanta I told them pay attention because the company has spent millions of dollars on my education. Now we’re up to tens of millions, maybe hundreds.”

“Does he do crazy things?” That was addressed to Ann.

“Like go running naked through the woods to wild lakes? Or cross country ski in the buff?”

“Wasn’t thinking of that. But yeah. What is it about men? Especially the ones we depend on. What makes them do that? You don’t know how many times I’ve been ready to end it all for Sam myself because he is just so … so ….”

“At least I’m not married to him. What does your wife think? Does she know you do all that stuff?”

“Running. Swimming. Cross country skiing. It’s what I do for exercise.”

“And it doesn’t bother her that you’re on your own? That you’re naked?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t doing it before we got married. I never went near the woods. What about Sam?”

“Sam had a health scare a few years ago. Now he lives each day like it’s his last. Which it is going to be if he keeps this up.”

“Ann likes to go naked also.”

“It’s not the same. We go to this beach in New Jersey. It’s very tame. Okay, everyone is naked, but there’s nothing s****l about it.”

“Uptight nudists,” Brad said. “What a crock. Morally superior nudists because they’re following some set of rules that justifies it to them.”

“It’s convenient. It’s legal. It’s safe. There are even a lot of regular beaches the same place so if we tell our parent we’re going there it doesn’t sound strange. I don’t think they know there’s a nude beach there.” The elevator came. “I don’t know if we’re ever going to see each other again.” She gave Rachel a kiss. “Thanks.”

“Thanks yourself. You take care now.”

“If you need help tonight ...”

“Thanks honey.