I published this on Literotica a couple of years ago, and I still love this series so much, I decided to publish it here. I want it to have a table home. It’s longer than my usual stories and I’ll be sharing a chapter a week on here. There’s 7 chapters in total, no real end to the story as I just ran out of steam, but who knows? I may pick it up again sometime.
“I still can’t believe you’re living with Professor H,” Jody sighed as we were waiting for our lecture to start.
A few months ago, I had been on the verge of becoming homeless and Professor and Mrs Henderson had kindly offered me the use of their loft in exchange for some light housework. It was an arrangement that suited me perfectly. Professor and Mrs H were in their mid-thirties, without children, and lived in a gorgeous mansion. The loft consisted of two rooms and a luxurious bathroom, more space than I had ever had to myself.
I was the envy of all my friends. I didn’t have any classes with Professor H, but he was well-known around campus because of his good looks. I must admit, the man was gorgeous. Tall, with dark hair and even darker eyes, he looked more like a model than a professor. I knew he worked out regularly, which explained his perfectly toned physique.
All the girls knew they had no chance with him, as he was happily married to his equally gorgeous wife. She was the love of his life and the two of them acted as if they were still newly weds.
Alice leaned towards us. “Is it true what they say?”
I feigned ignorance. “What do they say?”
Jody poked me. “You know. That they have sex parties.”
I blushed despite myself. Of course I had heard the rumours, but to my utter disappointment, I hadn’t seen any evidence of it myself. It was true that Professor and Mrs H were quite free in how they showed their love for each other. They had told me before I moved in that they were used to having the house to themselves and while they would make a few concessions on my behalf, they couldn’t change their whole life for me. I had no problem with that, so every so often I could hear them have sex – most often in the pool or out on the deck when I was studying or trying to sleep. They weren’t loud about it, but neither did they hide it. I wasn’t prude, and the garden was private enough not to bother any neighbours, but sometimes I wondered if I could ever be so sexually free. I envied them.
One of the rules Professor H had made me agree to was never to talk about anything that happened at their home. He was a very private man and had been hesitant to lend the room to a student, but Mrs H had insisted I should live there. She had no job that I knew of – she was independently wealthy – but she was often found on campus supporting one or other cause. All the students loved her and she seemed to know everyone.
“I wouldn’t know anything about sex parties,” I told my friends truthfully.
Luckily for me, at that moment, the lecture started and I was spared any further questions.
That evening as I walked home, I thought about these alleged sex parties. The rumours were persistent, so I figured there must have been some truth to them. I wondered if the Hendersons held them when I went home to visit my parents. Did they think I wouldn’t be discreet? Or did they see me as a child and didn’t want to shock me?
I decided it must have been the latter. Professor H knew I didn’t talk out of school. I had never told anyone about Mrs H’s tendency to suntan naked or the way Professor H casually fingered her during movie nights when he thought I wasn’t looking.
The thought bothered me. I wasn’t a child anymore, I was nineteen and hadn’t been a virgin for a good number of years. Even if they didn’t want me to participate in the sex parties, I would have been cool with staying in my room while they hosted them. Although I would have loved to get an invitation. I wasn’t a prude – on the contrary. I would have loved to have more sex, but sadly, all my dates recently had been mediocre. A quick few pumps and then they were done. They’d clearly never even heard about a clitoris, let alone tried to find it. It really put me off dating. I was able to get better orgasms with my fingers.
I decided I had been too wholesome at the Hendersons, which was probably why they viewed me as a child. I’d never taken a man home, even though Mrs H had assured me they had no problem with me doing so. I dressed in oversized shirts and baggy trousers and I never, ever talked about sex. Maybe they thought I was not interested in sex, which couldn’t have been farther from the truth. I had tried to hard to be worthy of living there, but what if they were looking for a different kind of person? Someone who would happily join in with the fun? I had to somehow show them that I could be that type of person – sexy, fun, outgoing. And it would start with the way I dressed.
That Saturday, I went on a shopping spree. It was exhilarating to buy sexy dresses and skirts, beautiful lingerie and even a bikini that was so small, it wasn’t anything more than a few patches of fabric and strings. I even bought a few silk baby dolls that left little to the imagination.
Back at home, I moved all my old clothes to the back of my closet. I had worn those since I was seventeen and it was time I upgraded to a more mature look. No wonder the Hendersons still thought of me as a child. Well, I’d show them.
Mrs H had insisted I join her and Professor H for dinner each night. She was an excellent cook and it saved me trying to make a dinner for one, so I had gratefully accepted. That night, I dressed with care. I showered, shaved and lotioned my body. I put on my new lingerie and a floaty mini-dress that hit the top of my thighs. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but gape. I was transformed into a sexy vixen with legs that seemed to go on for miles and breasts that looked two cup sizes bigger than normal. They were still my usual D-cup, of course, but the new bra pushed them up and together to create a cleavage I would have been jealous of if I’d seen another woman with it. There was nothing child-like about me now.
I deliberately went down to dinner late. I wanted to make an entrance. I couldn’t wait to see the look on their faces as I walked into the room. Slipping on my new high-heeled sandals, I took one last look in the mirror before descending the stairs. As I walked down the hall towards the dining room, my heart pounded in my chest. What if they thought my clothes were too slutty and inappropriate? What if they had chosen me to live with them because I was so chaste and covered up? What if Mrs H thought I was dressed like this because I wanted to make a move on Professor H?
There was nothing for it, though. I had to go through with it as I didn’t have time to change again. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door to the dining room and stepped inside.
Professor and Mrs H were seated at the table and looked up as I came in. The professor’s jaw dropped and Mrs H gasped audibly. I stood still for a moment, unsure of whether their reaction meant delight or disapproval.
But then Mrs H got up and took my hand. “Zoe, you look wonderful.” She turned to her husband. “Doesn’t she look ravishing?”
Professor H swallowed and his voice was hoarse when he spoke. “Absolutely stunning.” His dark eyes roved over my body, giving me a tingling feeling deep in my belly.
Mrs H pulled me to the table and I sat down, grateful for the cover the table gave me. I had felt positively naked under Professor H’s gaze.
Mrs H put her hand on my thigh and gave it a little squeeze. “I am so happy you have decided to come out of your shell. I always knew you had hidden depths. Didn’t I say so, honey?”
Professor H cleared his throat. “Yes, you did.” He smiled at me, a brilliant smile with a hint of something darker. A shiver went down my spine.
Mrs H served dinner and the talk turned to some university matters. Mrs H sat close to me, her thigh occasionally brushing against mine. Her naked skin was smooth and warm, and the tingling sensation I had when Professor H had looked at me deepened. My panties were getting damp and I shifted slightly in my seat.
Mrs H glanced at me, then put her soft, cool hand on my thigh. “Are you feeling all right? You look a bit hot.”
I shook my head. “I’m feeling fine. It’s just a warm evening.”
Professor H smiled. “You’re right, it is warm. Shall we take dessert outside?”
“What a lovely idea.” Mrs H got up. “Let me get dessert.”
I got up as well. “Let me clear the table.”
Professor H helped me and together we brought the dishes to the kitchen.
“Why don’t you load the dishwasher now, so we don’t have to worry about that anymore?” he suggested.
As this was part of my duties, I rinsed the plates and put them in the dishwasher. Professor H stayed in the kitchen, his eyes hot on me. At first I was super aware of how short my skirt was and I tried to avoid bending over, but then I figured this was exactly why I had dressed like this: to show the Hendersons I was up for some fun. With the next plate, I bent over, making sure Professor H would get a good view. I heard him exhale sharply and I stayed bent over a little longer than necessary. When I straightened up, I continued washing up as if nothing untoward had happened. I repeated the procedure with the next dishes, spreading my legs slightly so more of my beautiful lingerie would be visible.
Mrs H came into the kitchen just as I was bending over and I fought the impulse to straighten up. She joined her husband and when I stood back up, she smiled like the cat who got the cream. Professor H put his arm around her and kissed her and they stayed like that until I had finished loading the dishwasher.
I was feeling hot and daring when I followed them outside. My face felt like it had been in the sun too long and my legs were slightly shaky. I had never felt this sexy and wanton in my life and I hadn’t even really done anything. But the way Professor and Mrs H had stared at me made me feel weak in the knees. They had looked hungry. I was sure I was making progress. To what end, though, I didn’t know. I wasn’t even sure if these mythical sex parties were real.
Dessert was disappointingly boring. I wasn’t sure what I had expected, though. It wasn’t as if they would suddenly proposition me. I felt a little deflated as I cleaned up the rest of the dishes and retreated to my room.
I undressed, the dress and lingerie suddenly feeling silly. It was warm in the loft, so I stayed naked and sat down on the window seat of my study. The night breeze was warm and it felt good having to caress my naked skin. My window overlooked the patio, where Professor and Mrs H still sat.
I opened the window a bit more and caught shards of their conversation. I perked up when I heard my name and I cautiously leaned out of the window to catch what they were saying.
“Zoe looked sexy tonight, didn’t she?” Mrs H was saying.
Professor H’s baritone voice murmured something I didn’t catch.
Mrs H laughed. “You’re always thinking with your dick, Jack. But yes, she is gorgeous. So glad she finally showed us her body.”
“Not nearly enough of it, though.”
My breath hitched at the lust in Professor H’s voice.
Mrs H’s voice sounded lower now. “Hmmm….just like that… Wouldn’t it be fun if she was up for it though?”
I leaned out a little further and saw Mrs H lying back on one of the loungers, her legs spread wide. Professor H was sitting next to her, his hand between her legs, two fingers inside her. The realisation that they were talking about me while he was fingering her set my pussy on fire. I slipped my hand between my legs and rubbed my clit. My folds were slick from my juices and my fingers felt heavenly.
I was desperate to hear more, so I clamped my hand over my mouth to prevent me from moaning as I pushed two fingers inside me.
“We can’t ask her,” Professor H say. “It won’t be appropriate.”
Mrs H gave a small moan. “Did you not see how wet she was? Her panties were soaked. She’s not as innocent as you think.”
Oh fuck, my play had paid off. They were discussing whether I was up for sex!
My fingers pumped in and out of my pussy. Below me, I heard Mrs H moans become deeper and I risked another peek. Professor H was knelt between her legs and was ramming his cock deep inside her. My eyes widened as he pulled all the way out. He was huge! How did Mrs H take him all the way?
My own fingers worked my pussy furiously. My body felt on fire as I used my other hand to pull back the hood from my clit and rubbed the exposed bud hard. My breath was coming in gasps, but I didn’t take my eyes off Professor and Mrs H below me. He fucked her hard, pushing her head against the top of the lounger.
“Keep talking like that,” he ordered. “I would love to fuck that tight little cunny.”
“I’d love to watch you. I could warm her up for you, lick her little pussy until it’s dripping wet.”
I stifled a moan. It was so hot to hear them talk about me like that. I wished I could see her up close, see his cock disappear into her beautiful pussy. I was convinced everything about her was beautiful, but the thought of being able to see her pussy up close made me weak-kneed. I pressed my head against the window frame as I tried to hold off my impending climax.
“I’d want you to pump her full of cum so I can lick her clean. Wouldn’t you love to see me clean her gorgeous pussy, licking every drop of your cum out of her?”
I imagined Professor H kneeling between my legs, his cock pumping my tight little pussy and filling it with his cum, and at that moment, my climax overtook me and I fell shuddering back against the wall. My pussy convulsed around my fingers and I listened how Professor and Mrs H came together, moaning and grunting loud enough for me to hear without effort.
I got up on shaking feet and made my way to the bedroom. I felt overly hot, as if I had come down with a fever. Professor and Mrs H knew the patio was just below my room and they had not lowered their voices. Had they wanted me to overhear them? What did that mean? Did they mean to put the ball in my court? If so, I had no idea what steps I should take now.
I felt confused and unsettled as I fell into an uneasy sleep.
***
The next day, I dressed in short shorts and a cropped T-shirt. I decided to not wear a bra with it. Summer vacation was almost here and I barely had any lectures left. Most of my work was assignments and essays, which meant I could spend a lot of time at home. I could technically go to the library to study, but I didn’t want to leave. Especially after what had happened the night before, I wanted to see where things were going.
Mrs H was alone when I entered the kitchen. She greeted me with a smile, but gave no indication of anything out of the ordinary happening last night. I started to wonder if they hadn’t intended for me to hear their lovemaking.
I grabbed coffee and a scone and took them up to my study. I tried hard to focus on my assignments, but around two o’clock I was tired and irritated. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night and what would happen next. Would they wait for me to make the next move? And if so, what move was I supposed to make? I felt completely out of my depth.
Needing to cool down, I put on my new bikini and went downstairs. The house was empty, and I assumed Mrs H had gone out. I stepped out onto the patio and dropped my towel on a lounger. Then I dove into the pool.
The cool water was heavenly and I felt immediately better. I swam a few laps, then wallowed in the shallow end before getting out.
Mrs H’s voice startled me. “Refreshing, isn’t it?”
I turned and there she was, completely naked. That wasn’t unusual, as she liked to tan in the nude. But usually she stayed on her lounger and covered herself up when she got up. Not this time. She stood at the edge of the pool watching me intently. I tried not to gape, but I couldn’t help but stare at her. Her skin was an unnatural, but beautiful, golden hue. She had shaved – or waxed – every single hair, leaving her skin smooth. Even her pussy was as bald as could be. I felt myself get hot as I caught a glimpse of her inner pussy lips. Suddenly the air felt charged between us, even though Mrs H didn’t act any different than normal. It was me who had changed. I had awoken something inside me that couldn’t be put back again. When I had climaxed last night with the thought of both Professor and Mrs H using me for their pleasure, I had changed the way I felt about them.
And I had to believe Mrs H felt this shift as well. Otherwise, why would she stand here in front of me, naked?
She took my hand and smiled. “Come sit with me, baby.”
We sat next to each other on the lounger, her thigh pressed up against mine. My heart pounded as she kept my hand in hers.
“Can I ask you a personal question?”
I swallowed. “Of course.”
“Are you sexually active?”
I gaped at her. That was the last thing I had expected her to ask. Why would she think I wasn’t? “What?”
She smiled reassuringly. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, darling. You’ve been studying awfully hard.”
“No, that’s not it!” I felt the ridiculous need to defend myself. “I am totally sexually active. Did you think I was still a virgin?”
She shot me a look of pity. “You can be honest with me, Zoe. I don’t judge.”
I wanted to protest again, but I caught myself. She was being kind, so there was no need to be offended. And I didn’t want to be mean to her. I was sure she meant well.
“I am not a virgin anymore, but no, I haven’t been having a lot of sex lately.”
She winced. “Is that because you feel you can’t take men home? We are totally fine with you bringing men home. You’re an adult, you can do whatever you want. All right?”
I stared at my folded hands. Suddenly I felt the urge to confess everything. I couldn’t talk to my mother about sex and my friends wouldn’t understand.
As if she could feel my dilemma, she nudged me with her shoulder. “You can talk to me; you know that, right? Maybe I can help?”
I sighed. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I can’t ever seem to climax, so I’ve kind of given up having sex. It just doesn’t feel as good as I think it should.”
Mrs H’s voice was full of sympathy. “Oh honey. That’s not your fault. Those men clearly don’t know how to pleasure a woman. Do you have an orgasm when you masturbate?”
I nodded, not meeting her eye.
“Well, there you go. The problem is with those men.”
“But my friends had sex with some of them, and they were able to come. So why not me?”
She was quiet for a while and when I looked up, I saw she seriously considered the question. Tapping her finger against her lip, she frowned. “Every woman is different, so maybe they just need some education as to what makes you tick.” She tapped me on the knee. “What makes Zoe come?”
“I don’t know.” I had never really thought about it. I knew how to make myself climax, but I didn’t know if I could explain it to another person.
Mrs H got up. “Well, let’s find out, shall we?”
My panic must have been clear on my face, because Mrs H laughed. “Come on, it’s just us girls. I won’t touch you, I promise.”
That was not something I was afraid of, but I didn’t correct her. “What shall I do then?”
“Why don’t you take off your bikini and lie back? Just relax and play with yourself.”
My belly tightened and I felt an ache between my legs. I had never masturbated in front of anyone else before, but the thought of Mrs H watching me play with myself was so hot, I thought I’d burst into flames right there.
I took off my bikini top and then peeled the bottoms down my legs. I had shaved the night before, so my pussy was smooth apart from a small landing strip on my mound. My body ached with need, but I still hesitated.
“Go on, lie down,” Mrs H said. “I’ll just sit over here.”
She pulled a chair up to the end of the lounger.
There was nothing for it than to lie down. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my racing heart.
“Now open your legs.” Her voice was smooth like honey, full of warmth and a hint of lust. “Let me see what you’re doing.”
I let my knees fall to either side of me. I was now completely opened to her.
She inhaled sharply. “Good girl. Now touch yourself.”
My hand shook a little as I slid it between my legs. I spread my outer lips with my fingers, and slid my fingers through my slick folds.
“You are so beautiful.” Her voice was hoarse.
Her words made me bolder and I spread my lips with one hand, holding my folds open so she could see me rub my clit.
“How do you feel?”
My voice was low. “I like rubbing my clit, especially when it’s exposed like this.” My fingers racing over the pert button. “It makes my pussy throb so deliciously.”
The ache between my legs was almost unbearable. I wanted a climax so badly, but at the same time, I didn’t want this moment to end.
“Do you ever finger yourself?”
My pussy clenched at those words, eager to be filled. Wordlessly, I slipped two fingers inside and felt for that delicious spot halfway up my pussy.
“I love rubbing my G-spot,” I panted as my fingers found their mark. “Oh god, that feels good.”
Mrs H made a small sound of encouragement. “Good girl, keep doing that.”
She was leaning forward, her face so close to my pussy, I could feel her breath. I moaned and she looked up, her expression hungry. “You’re doing great.”
I had lost all inhibitions. It was so hot to be encouraged by her, to show her how I could make myself come. She hadn’t touched herself – or me – but I could tell she was aroused. The dark nipples on her large breasts were erect and she pressed her thighs together as if to relieve an ache between them. Her breath came fast and her eyes were shining.
My fingers made squelching noises as I pumped them against my G-spot. The fingers of my other hand rubbed my clit faster and faster. I was panting now, my hips bucking in an effort to get more friction.
“Oooh, I am so close,” I whispered. Everything felt so good I could hardly breathe. This was so much better than last night.
“That’s it, baby, make yourself come.”
The waves of pleasure washed over me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Suddenly Mrs H put her hands on my thighs and pushed them back further, opening my pussy wide for her hungry eyes. Her gaze never left my pussy as I rubbed and stroked, rolling my clit between my fingers as I arched my back with the mounting tension.
“I’m gonna come,” I cried out as I could feel myself fall over the edge. Hot, delicious spasms of pleasure rocked me as I kept rubbing myself. My body felt weightless and full of light and I cried out.
Mrs H rubbed my thighs as she made soothing sounds. “Good girl, there you go. Well done.”
My pussy had clamped tight around my fingers, so I kept my hand there as my legs fell limply by my side. When the last aftershocks of my orgasm were gone, I pulled my fingers free.
I was out of breath and in a daze. With difficulty, I sat up and smiled weakly at Mrs H.
“So how did that feel?” she asked.
I laughed. “I came so hard!”
She nodded. “That was fantastic. See? If you can make yourself feel like that, you can teach a man to give you the same pleasure. Just tell him what you told me.”
“I will try to remember.” My brain felt like mush, but I knew I’d never forget this moment.
She got up. “I have a few things to do now, but think about what I said.”
“Okay.” I watched her walk away. She was slightly unsteady and as she bent over to pick up her wrap, I caught a glimpse of her folds, which were shiny with her juices. I had been right, she had enjoyed that.
I waited until she was gone, then I got up, wrapped the towel around me and slowly made my way to the loft. My legs were still shaky when I stepped into the shower. As the hot water hit my head, I marvelled at what had happened. I couldn’t believe I had masturbated in front of Mrs H – and with her encouragement. I would have never dreamt of masturbating in front of a friend, or even a boyfriend, and yet doing it in front of her had been the hottest thing I’d ever done.
Thinking about it made me hot again. My pussy clenched and throbbed and I cupped my swollen sex. My lips were slick, and not just from the water. I grabbed the shower head and pointed it at my throbbing pussy. I switched the flow so the water was concentrated on one spot. Then I put one leg up and spread my lips so the water could have better access to my clit. I moan and rocked on my feet as the spurt blasted my swollen pussy. Closing my eyes, I imagined Mrs H between my legs, licking and fingering my pussy.
“Oh yes, Mrs H,” I moaned, “do it harder.”
The hot water pulsed against my clit and I used my other hand to pinch and pull my nipples. I gasped as pleasure shot through me, making me moan and cry.
“Fuck me, Mrs H,” I whispered.
The water became her tongue, lapping and sucking my clit until I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore. My fingers became her teeth, biting and pinching my nipples until I cried out. I wished she was here with me, but my imagination was a pretty close second.
My orgasm hit me hard and my knees buckled. I curled up on the bathroom floor as my body convulsed with the impact of my climax.
When I was finally able to get up, I turned off the water, wrapped myself in a towel and lay down on the bed. This was the most intense afternoon I had ever had, and I hoped this was a taste of more to come.
***
I woke up at a knock on my door, followed by Mrs H’s voice. “Can I come in?”
I answered “yes” before I realised I was naked, but after what had happened earlier, I didn’t think it mattered.
Mrs H came in with a gift bag in her hand. She didn’t bat an eye at my undressed state, but sat down on the edge of my bed.
“Here.” She thrust the bag at me. “I picked you up a few things that might help you.”
I started to feel warm. “Thank you. You didn’t have to…”
“It’s nothing special.” She gestured. “Go on, open it.”
I took out the tissue paper and reached into the bag. As I took out the packages, my eyes widened.
“I noticed you only used two fingers to pleasure yourself, so I figured you’re quite tight. I hope I got the sizing right, but if you want a bigger size, I can exchange it.”
One of the packages I was holding contained a big purple dildo, which looked quite intimidating. How Mrs H could think I would want a bigger size was a mystery to me.
My face felt like it was on fire. “No, it’s…it’s perfect.”
She smiled, relieved. “Great. It’s great to explore what you like using your fingers, but when you have sex with a man, he’ll want to use his dick as well, so exploring with a dildo will give you a better insight into what you’d like.”
My heart swelled. Mrs H was so thoughtful. It didn’t even feel weird her giving me a sex toy. It was the first time anyone had even talked to me about sex toys. Not that I would have wanted my mother to talk about it, or, heaven forbid, give me one. We just didn’t have that kind of relationship. But I was really touched that Mrs H had gone through the trouble of selecting a dildo just for me.
On impulse I hugged her. “Thank you so much.”
She rubbed my back, her hands warm on my skin. I inhaled her scent. She smelled of citrus something else, something earthy. I wanted to bury my face in her neck and stay there for a while, but I didn’t want to make things awkward.
She pressed me closer to her and my breasts brushed against hers. My nipples puckered and I shifted slightly so they would rub against her breasts.
She released me with a smile. I suspected she knew what I was feeling, but she didn’t mention it. “Open the other one,” she said instead.
I looked at the other package and squealed. It was a bullet vibrator from a brand I had been eyeing for a while. It was way out of my budget, but Mrs H had bought it for me.
“I take it you like it,” she said. She took the package out of my hand and opened the box. Taking the bright pink bullet vibrator out of its little nest, she pressed the button on the bottom. It sprang to life with a low rumble. “This is my favourite. Feel how deep the vibrations are? Quite remarkable in such a small bullet. This will make you come in no time.”
She pressed the vibrating toy into my hand and I gasped. It felt so good, and that was just my hand. I could only imagine how great it must feel against my pussy.
She got up. “I’m sure you’d like to have a little play with your new toys before dinner, so I’ll leave you be. There’s lube and toy cleaner in the bag as well. Make sure you use lots of lube with the dildo, no matter how wet you are.” She winked. “Lube makes everything so amazing.”
After she left, I turned the bullet vibe off and opened the dildo box. The silicone shaft felt heavy. Apart from the colour, it was quite a good replica of a real cock, complete with head and veins. It felt intimidating in my hand, but I didn’t want to disappoint Mrs H. I cleaned both toys quickly with the toy cleaner, then lay back on my bed.
My hands shook a little as I opened the bottle of lube and squirted some on my hand. I had woken up wet, but I decided to take Mrs H’s advice on the lube. I had never really used lube, but as I smeared a generous portion on the dildo, I could see how it would make things better. It was slick, but thicker than my natural juices. Reaching between my legs, I slid my slick fingers all over my pussy, making sure to dip a finger inside.
I couldn’t believe how horny I was again. The thought of Mrs H downstairs cooking dinner while she knew I was fucking myself upstairs with the toys she had given me was so hot. And the casual way she had given me the toys made it somehow even hotter.
I slid the dildo between my legs and rubbed it between my folds a few times. The thick silicone felt great against my pussy and the hard head pressed deliciously against my clit. I was temped to just rub my clit with it, but decided against it. That was what the bullet vibe was for.
Instead, I positioned the head of the dildo against my hot entrance. Trembling with excitement, I started pushing the dildo inside. Mrs H was right, I was very tight and the dildo stretched me almost painfully. I gasped as the thick girth rubbed against my pussy walls. It felt so good. The fake cock was harder than any cock I’d ever taken and my pussy clenched against it. I pushed it all the way inside me, gasping at how full I felt. I wished I could see my pussy with the thick shaft stretching it.
I decided to fuck myself with it for a bit before using the bullet vibe. I didn’t want to come too soon. I slowly pulled the dildo out, angling it so the head rubbed against my G-spot. I groaned as hot pleasure shot through me. Gripping the end of the shaft hard, I fucked myself in earnest. The lube made it glide in and out of my pussy with ease, even if the fit was super tight. At first, I rammed it deep inside me, the way my sex partners always fucked me, but after a while, I realised it wasn’t giving me enough pleasure.
I shifted my hips to get a better angle and dragged the dildo along my G-spot. That was so much better! Closing my eyes, I kept my thrusts shallow and angled, pressing down on my G-spot hard. Pleasure washed in waves over me, threatening to drown me. I felt hot and wanton as I spread my legs wider. Remembering the bullet vibe, I groped around until I found it. I groaned in frustration as I tried to find the ON button, but then, finally, it sprang to life.
Continuing to fuck myself with the dildo, I pressed the vibe against my clit.
“Ooooh, fuck yes!” I hadn’t meant to be so loud, but I couldn’t help it. The sensation was mind-blowing. I was perfectly able to get myself off using my fingers, but the vibe took it to a whole new level. Heat rippled out from my pussy to every part of my body. My pussy clenched against the big dildo, drawing it deeper inside me. I could no longer thrust it, but used it to clamp down while my orgasm built.
It didn’t take long for that sweet, deep ache to start low in my belly. Contractions started deep within my pussy, and at the same time my legs began to shake. I moaned and screamed as I fell over the edge into that glorious release. I could barely hold the bullet vibe in place as my whole body tensed with the force of my climax. I dropped the bullet vibe and grabbed the end of the dildo, which was still stuck inside my pussy. It felt heavenly being able to orgasm around the thick shaft, my pussy convulsing against it, creating further shockwaves. I wriggled the dildo against my G-spot and my climax intensified. Stars shot behind my eyelids and I nearly blacked out.
When the aftershocks finally abated, I pulled the dildo out of my pussy with a squelch. I was sweaty and utterly spent. I wasn’t sure I still had the energy to get up from my bed.
Just then, I heard Mrs H’s voice calling from downstairs. “Zoe, are you coming down for dinner?”
Shit. I was in no state to come down, but it would be incredibly rude not to. I struggled to my feet and quickly pulled my shorts and crop top on. Passing the mirror I grimaced at the state of my hair, so I quickly pulled it up into a ponytail. That would have to do.
On trembling legs, I made my way down the stairs.
“We’re on the patio,” Mrs H called as I came into the kitchen. The evening was warm and Mrs H had set the table on the deck. She gave me a knowing smile as I joined them and I realised to my horror that they must have heard the orgasmic moans and screams coming from my room. I wanted to die from embarrassment. Professor H just nodded at me, which gave me some hope that he had come home just after I had finished my business.
“It’s almost the summer holidays,” he said. “Have you decided yet what you will do?” A few weeks ago, Professor and Mrs H had offered for me to stay with them over the summer. I had planned to go home for the summer and maybe take a week to do something fun with my friends. I had told the Hendersons I’d think about their offer, but hadn’t really given it much more thought. In light of what had happened today, though, their offer looked a lot more tempting.
I glanced at Mrs H. “I think I will stay here. If that is still okay.”
He smiled widely. “That’s more than okay. We’re delighted to have you here.” He leaned over and put his hand on mine. I instantly felt a heat creeping up my cheeks. “Don’t worry about doing any cleaning in the summer, we’ll get a maid. You deserve an actual vacation.”
I grinned. It wasn’t that the housework was a lot, or even arduous, but two months of not having to do anything sounded like bliss.
“Your parents won’t be disappointed?” Mrs H asked.
I shook my head. “They are renovating, so they will probably be happy not to have to find a room for me.”
“I’m sure they will miss you though,” she said diplomatically. She knew my relationship with my parents wasn’t the best, but never meddled, which I was grateful for.
Professor H clapped his hands together. “Well, now that’s settled, I think it’s time you call us by our first names. Please call me Jack.”
“And call me Grace,” Mrs H added. “I feel like we will become really close this holiday.”
It felt weird to think of them as Jack and Grace after having called them Professor and Mrs H for months, but I nodded. “Thank you. I’m sure this will be an amazing summer. I’m very excited to spend it here.”
Professor and Mrs H – I simply couldn’t call them Jack and Grace in my mind – shared a glance and smiled. I was wondering what they were thinking of. I hoped this meant they would live out their fantasy with me, whatever that fantasy was. I wondered if Mrs H had told the professor about what had happened at the pool that afternoon. I imagine she must have. They weren’t the type of couple to keep secrets from each other. It made me hot to think that they’d been talking about me, about my pussy and what I liked sexually.
“We do have one favour to ask of you,” Mrs H said.
“Anything.” And I did mean anything.
“We’re having a dinner party this Saturday and we were wondering if you wouldn’t mind waitressing. It would just mean dishing up the food and topping up people’s glasses. It’s a select group of friends and I think we’d all feel more comfortable with a waitress we know rather than catering staff.”
My stomach clenched. Was this dinner party actually a sex party and that’s why they didn’t want outside catering staff? It would make sense… But wouldn’t they warn me if it was that kind of party?
“Of course I’ll waitress,” I said. “I’d love to.”
She smiled. “Wonderful, that is such a relief. We’ll make sure to not make it too burdensome for you.”
I wondered how I could subtly inquire as to the nature of the party, but in the end I gave up. I couldn’t outright ask if it was a sex party and my mind could not come up with anything subtle that wouldn’t sound sleazy or weird.
“So did you girls have a nice day?” Professor H asked.
Mrs H winked at me. “It was lovely, wasn’t it, Zoe?”
I felt the blood rise to my cheeks at the memory of what had happened on the deck. “Yes, it was great.”
Professor H seemed oblivious to the weird tension between Mrs H and I. “Lovely. There will be many more days like that now that you’ve decided to stay for the summer.” He smiled at me. “We’ll make sure you have a great time.”
Mrs H put her hand on my knee. “You won’t regret your decision.”
I smiled at them both. I knew I wouldn’t regret it, especially if all days were going to be like today. It was going to be the best summer ever.
***
The day of the party arrived and I was nervous as hell. I had no idea what was going to happen, and my careful attempts to get more information out of Mrs H had been fruitless. She either genuinely didn’t know what I was asking – I told you I was bad at being subtle! – or she didn’t want to tell me. Or maybe there was just nothing to tell. Maybe it really was a normal dinner party and I had allowed my head to be filled with nonsense by my friends.
I stood in front of my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear.
“Wear something cute,” Mrs H had said. She’d narrowed her eyes as she’d looked me up and down. “Something that shows off that gorgeous body of yours. No harm in flaunting what you’ve got.”
I assumed they wanted it to be clear I was “staff” and not a guest to the party, so I didn’t think it would be appropriate to wear one of the cute dresses I had recently bought. And since I was going to serve food and drinks, I wanted it to be at least a bit practical.
Practical and sexy didn’t go hand in hand, though. I was stumped. There was only an hour to go before the party and I couldn’t make up my mind.
In a desperate bid to make a decision, I pulled all my clothes out of my closet and laid them out on the bed. As I did so, my eye fell on an old Halloween costume that I had bought a couple of years ago and never worn. It was a sexy waitress outfit with a short skirt and a top that looked more like a corset than a shirt. I picked it up. Would it be too risqué or would it be in keeping with the theme of the party? If Professor H was hosting all of his university colleagues, the outfit would be inappropriate and over the top. If, however, they were like-minded friends, they might appreciate it.
I decided to ask Mrs H. It was too hard to play the guessing game and she would be straight with me.
As I bounded down the stairs, I heard her laughter coming from down the hall. I assumed she was getting dressed as well, so I made my way to her bedroom and knocked on the door.
“Mrs…eh…Grace?”
Another peel of laughter, followed by a moan. Belatedly, and with horror, I realised she and Professor H were having sex. Just as I was about to quietly withdraw, the door opened. Mrs H, her face flushed and a robe hanging loosely around her naked body, stood in the doorway.
“Zoe, did you need anything?”
“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
She waved my apology away. “Don’t worry, Jack can wait.” She leaned over and whispered, “A little break will whet his appetite more.”
My skin tingled. I didn’t need the image of her and Professor H having wild sex. I didn’t have time to be horny, I needed to get ready for the party.
I swallowed hard and tried to ignore the growing ache between my legs. “I just wanted to know how sexy I should dress. Or not sexy at all?”
Her eyes sparkled with delight. “Very sexy. Our friends are liberal and free, so be yourself. If you would be comfortable wearing it around me, then you can wear it to the party.”
That was the answer I had hoped for. I thanked her and went back to my room. As I walked away, I heard Professor H call her back into the room. I assumed the party wouldn’t be a sex party, because why would you have sex beforehand? Although I had already kind of concluded that, I was still disappointed. It would have been so much fun.
Nevertheless, it was great getting dressed in my sexy waitress outfit. It wasn’t one of those cheap, flimsy Halloween costumes either. The corset was made of soft material, pushing up my breasts and cinching my waist without digging into me. The skirt flared out and covered my ass and the top of my thighs. For extra flair, I put on my stockings. The lace came well below the hem of my shirt, but that made me only look sexier.
As I got dressed, I unsuccessfully tried to push the thought of Professor and Mrs H having sex a floor below me out of my mind. While Mrs H was comfortable walking around the house naked, the least I had seen Professor H wear were his swim trunks, which were of the decent dad-kind. I wasn’t sure if that was out of deference to me or whether he was just not as inhibited as his wife. But what I had seen of him, I liked. He was very fit for a professor – sculpted abs, muscular legs and broad shoulders. He looked like he could easily lift Mrs H and have sex with her standing up.
I imagined them like that now – him lifting her and slowly lowering her onto his cock. Her grinding down on him while she rested her head on his shoulder. Him thrusting into her hard, so her breasts jiggled and bounced.
A moan escaped me and my hand slid between my legs. I fingered my throbbing clit, but I didn’t have a lot of time. Mrs H would expect me downstairs in ten minutes, ready to receive the caterers. With a grunt of frustration I withdrew my hand. I would just have to be hot and bothered tonight.
Then I remembered Mrs H’s gift and I tore open my bedside drawer. I remained standing and put one foot on the edge of the bed while I turned on the bullet vibrator. As soon as it touched my clit, the intense vibrations sent shock waves of pleasure through me. All I had to do was close my eyes and imagine Professor H fucking Mrs H hard, her beautiful cunt pounded by his thick cock.
It took less than five minutes for my orgasm to hit me. I dropped the vibrator and bent over with the force of the shockwaves tearing through me. I managed to keep my moans quiet as I rode out my climax.
When I felt like I could trust my legs to bear my weight again, I straightened up. My whole body was buzzing and I felt amazing. The pleasure had given me a rosy glow and I felt more confident than I had ever had in my life. I looked amazing. Riding the wave of my courage, I decided not to wear any underwear. No one would be able to be sure, even if they did get a glimpse of my bare ass. After all, my G-strings left nothing to the imagination either. It would just be my delicious little secret. Something to keep things interesting for myself.
***
When the guests started to arrive, I was happy to see that my choice of dress wasn’t out of the norm. Most of the women were wearing short, revealing dresses. Mrs H had come down in a shimmering gown, which was see-through enough to be able to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I had to force myself to stop staring at her, as she was easily the most beautiful woman at the party. Professor H couldn’t take his eyes off her either. He was lucky – at the end of the night she would go to bed with him.
The guests were all in their mid-thirties as well, all couples. There were six in total, counting Professor and Mrs H, so I was happy that my duties were limited to serving the food and drink. The catering staff took care of cooking all the food.
I shouldn’t have been surprised at the amount of alcohol consumed, but by the end of the night, the mood was exuberant. Then party had moved to the patio and everyone was lounging around the pool. I had expected my duties to be over once dinner was done, but Mrs H asked me if I could stay to make sure that everyone had enough to drink during the rest of the evening. It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her that everyone had already had enough, but it was not my place to say so. Besides, I was too curious to see where the party was going to go.
I was disappointed. I had been hoping for some sexy shenanigans, but everyone stayed dressed. As I walked around, I picked up snippets of conversation. Mostly mundane stuff. I was starting to get bored when I heard Professor H say my name. He was at the edge of the patio, on the other side of a large potted plant where I had stopped to wait until anyone needed me.
“Zoe?” Professor H said. “What about her?”
A man’s voice answered. I recognised the voice as the tall, bearded man with his bored-looking wife. “Will you ask her to join us next time? She looks delicious.”
My breath hitched. What was he referring to?
Mrs H chimed in. “Don’t be silly. Zoe is too young and inexperienced for this.” She lowered her voice and I had to strain to hear her. “She told me that she hasn’t even been able to orgasm during sex.”
I felt slightly indignant that she would share my secret like that, but I was more annoyed that they thought I was too young. Wasn’t that up to me to decide? Did they still see me as a child?
“Besides,” Professor H said, “she’s a student at my university. It would be inappropriate.”
“Although she’s not in your class. Not even in your department,” Mrs H pointed out.
“True.”
I hoped that the bearded man would plead my case, but before I could hear anything else, a hand slid beneath my dress and cupped my ass.
“Eavesdropping, are you?”
I gasped as a finger pressed between my pussy lips, just for a moment, but enough to send a shiver down my spine. Wetness and heat gathered at my core.
I slowly turned around. A man, who had introduced himself as Thomas earlier, smiled at me. “You’re quite the naughty girl, aren’t you?”
I was still annoyed at Professor and Mrs H believing I was too inexperienced. I would show them!
Smiling I dipped my head and looked up at him. “Yes, sir, I am sometimes a bit naughty.”
His eyes widened a fraction, as if he hadn’t expected me to play along. “So what shall we do about that?”
“I think you might need to teach me a lesson, sir.”
I turned around and, without looking back, I crossed the patio and stepped out of the light onto the lawn. At the back of the garden were a couple of Muskoka chairs which I now walked towards. I hoped Thomas would follow me, but judging by the bulge in his trousers, I didn’t worry too much.
I wasn’t sure what the deal was between him and his partner and whether she was fine with him fucking other women, but I didn’t care. That wasn’t my responsibility. Maybe they had an open marriage, maybe she wasn’t even his wife. Who cared? He had been the one coming onto me, so if he wanted to bring it to its natural conclusion, I was game.
He caught up with me before I reached the chairs. Grabbing my wrist, he spun me around. “Where do you think you are going, young lady?”
I waved towards the chairs. “I just needed a place to cool down.”
He looked where I was pointing. “I’ll join you.”
He reached the chairs first and sat down. When I tried to pass him to sit down in the other chair, he pulled me onto his lap. He nuzzled my neck, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. I was warm and flustered, but it felt good to be kissed like this, so I leaned against him.
He caressed my thigh. When he nudged my legs apart, I willingly spread them for him. I was trembling with desire and anticipation. His hand slid between my legs and cupped my mound. I hissed in a breath when he started rubbing my pussy very gently.
“You like that?” He kissed my neck again and I shivered with delight. “Do you want me to keep going?”
I whimpered. “Yes, please.”
His other hand fumbled with my corset. After a few moments, my breasts sprang free. He ran his fingers over my nipples, flicking them until they puckered into hard peaks.
It was so hot to be sitting here in the dark, not far away from the party and in full view if anyone happened to come this way. I felt daring, so I leaned back more and planted my feet on either side of his on the chair. My pussy was fully exposed now, and open for Thomas’s probing fingers.
As he played with my breasts, his fingers kept caressing my pussy. I had never had anyone touch me this gently and at first it drove me wild. I wanted him to be rough, to force an orgasm out of me, but he seemed happy to take his time, and after a while, I started to enjoy the slowness of it all.
With each upward caress, he came close to my clit, never really touching it. My pussy ached to be touched properly and I started moving my hips in a desperate attempt to get some more friction.
He chuckled softly. “You are an eager little slut, aren’t you?”
Heat flooded me. No one had ever called me a slut, but I didn’t expect it to make me this hot. I loved hearing him call me that.
“Yes, sir. I really want to be fucked, sir.”
His cock pressed hard against my back, but he made no attempt to free it. He seemed happy enough to just play with me.
The ache between my legs intensified. I needed him to do something – either rub my clit or finger me. I wasn’t sure how long I could stand the featherlight touches anymore.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what, little slut?”
Oh my god, why was this so hot? Nothing was really happening, but I was at the cusp of an orgasm already. “Please finger me, sir.”
His lips touched my ear. “Look at you. You’re spread open for the whole world to see how pathetic you are. How desperate for sex. Do you like begging for it?”
“Oh god, yes. Please, fuck me with your fingers, I need–”
I couldn’t finish my sentence, because at that moment, he pushed two fingers inside me. I arched my back and bit back a moan when a hot jolt of pleasure shot through me.
His voice was low, and close to my ear. “Like this?”
“Ooooohh…yes.”
His thumb grazed my clit and I couldn’t help myself, I moaned loudly. It felt so amazing to finally be properly touched after having been teased for so long.
I didn’t care how I looked, or what Thomas thought of me. I ground my hips against his hand, fucking myself on his fingers.
It felt heavenly. I had lured Thomas to the back of the garden because I’d been annoyed at how Professor and Mrs H treated me like a child, but now I just wanted an orgasm. I didn’t care how desperate or needy I seemed. Thomas seemed to like it and no one else was here to witness my abandon.
My body tensed and my pussy seemed to draw Thomas’s fingers deeper inside me. “I’m so close,” I whispered.
“There you go, little slut, come on my fingers.”
His words put me over the edge and I bucked on his lap as my climax tore through me. He kept his fingers inside me, pumping them slowly until the aftershocks of my orgasm died away.
I was dazed. I felt that perhaps I needed to reciprocate, but I was too stunned at what had just happened. If this was how all the Henderson’s friends were, I wanted to be at their parties all the time.
Fixing up my dress as best I could, I got shakily to my feet. Thomas got up and lifted his hand to his mouth. I gasped as he licked my juices of his fingers. He winked at me. “That was amazing. I hope we’ll see more of you in the future.”
“I…I hope so too,” I stammered.
A voice in the darkness made me jump. “There you are, Zoe. I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”
It was Professor H. He stepped closer and flashed a look at Thomas. Thomas mumbled something and strode towards the patio.
Professor H took my hand. “Let’s get you back to the party.”
I couldn’t read his expression. How long had he been there? Had he watched me get fucked by his friend? Was he angry about that? He didn’t look pleased, but I couldn’t tell if he was pissed off or maybe…jealous?
I felt like I had to apologise, but without knowing what he’d seen I wasn’t sure what to apologise for. “I’m sorry I neglected my duties.”
He gave my hand a little squeeze. ‘Nothing to be sorry for.” As we stepped into the light near the patio, he turned to me. Lifting my chin with his fingers, he studied my face. “Did you have fun tonight?”
It was then that I knew he had seen everything. His eyes were dark with lust, and yes, jealousy. He did not like that I had gone off with Thomas, but I was an adult and there was not much he could say.
I nodded. “It was a lot of fun, thanks. But I should probably get back to my duties.”
I stepped past him, but he grabbed my arm. “Are you okay?”
It dawned on me that he’d been worried about me. The thought made me warm. He wasn’t angry or jealous, he was worried that his friend had taken liberties. Then annoyance took over. He still thought I was an innocent little girl who needed protecting.
Straightening up, I met his gaze full on. “I am great, thank you. Your friend Thomas is very skilled with his fingers.” I sighed happily. “I do hope you invite him again.”
The shock on his face was worth it. It was time he saw me as a woman, not a girl. I put an extra bit of swing in my hips as I walked away.
Mrs H was sprawled on the couch in the living room. Her face was flushed and I wondered what she’d been up to. Had I missed out on a lot of fun while I was alone with Thomas? But what did it matter? I’d had some good fun of my own.
Thomas had joined his partner, who didn’t seemed fazed at all that he had disappeared for a while. She kissed him and pulled him towards the front door.
Mrs H waved them lazily goodbye. “Let’s do this again soon!”
Thomas’s partner locked eyes with me and smiled slowly. I knew she knew, but she seemed to be aroused, rather than annoyed. Interesting. She blew me a kiss before leaving.
The house was quiet. All the other guests seemed to have left. I got up to clean up the glasses, but Mrs H pulled me onto the couch.
“Leave that, the maid will come tomorrow to clean it all up.”
“Oh.” That was pleasant news. I hadn’t thought the Henderson had been serious when they’d said I didn’t have to do any housework. This truly would be a vacation for me.
Mrs H took my hand in hers. “Did you have a fun night?”
“Yes, I did. Thank you so much for letting me join.”
She laughed. “You were waitressing, darling, but next time I’ll make sure you’re a guest. A lot of our friends took a real liking to you.”
I grinned. “Really?”
She nodded. “Especially Thomas. You had a little alone time with him, didn’t you?”
My cheeks burned. “I did.”
“I hope he took good care of you?”
I pressed my legs together at the thought of what Thomas had done. My pussy still buzzed pleasantly. It had been daring and completely inappropriate and I had loved every sordid little moment.
I sighed. “It was delicious.”
“Good.” She sounded genuinely pleased. “Thomas is such a dear friend and I’d be upset if he’d hurt you.”
“Not at all,” I assured her. On the contrary. No man had ever made me feel like that.
“You can tell me all about it tomorrow. But now off to bed. It’s too late.”
I yawned. Bed sounded amazing right now. We got up and she pulled me close for a hug. “I’m so happy to have you here. You’re a delight.”
Her words made me feel all fuzzy and special. I didn’t know how to respond, so instead, I kissed her cheek. “I am very happy to be here. Thank you.”
She smiled and gave my ass a playful tap. “Go on, have a good sleep.”
“You too.”