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From: msnider@mindspring.com (Michael Snider)
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Subject: Solstice Present (MMMFF/F, mast, lite bd, cons)
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Solstice Present



"You've reached 425-2376," said the recorded female voice.  "No one can..."
Shelley slammed the phone down. 
"Perfect," she said out loud. It was too dark and too damn cold to walk on
the beach, she didn't know anyone in this town, which was empty anyway this
time of year, the giant bed and the fucking Jacuzzi just made her wish Jack
was with her, and he was the bastard who had sent her away! Some present.

She'd almost missed it, buried under the piles of paper the kids had
generated opening their Solstice gifts, so he'd dug out the envelope and
handed it to her.
"What's this?"
"Open it and see."
"Traveler's checks? And an index card with a number on it-oh, and a phone
number on the back. I don't get it."
"It's the confirmation number for a hotel reservation in Wilmington.
There's a Jacuzzi in the suite."
"You want to go the beach in December?"
"The reservation's for the first Thursday in January, Shel. I've got to
work. The kids'll be in Carolina with my parents."
"And why do I want to go the beach in the winter? Especially alone with a
Jacuzzi?"
"It's the best time for finding good shells. And when you get there, call
that number. Don't call before or you'll spoil a really special surprise."
"What are you going to do?"
"If you take the weekend off, I'll join you Saturday."

But it was only Thursday, and she was bored out of her skull. Three times
she'd tried to call for her "special surprise" and gotten voice mail. The
first time she'd left a message with her name and the hotel room number.
Now she regretted it. It was probably a wrong number--who did Jack know at
the beach?
At least he'd given her enough money to use the room's built-in bar. There
wasn't anyplace else she could get a drink, and there wasn't anything to do
but get drunk and get in the tub. She poured a generous a shot of Cuervo
Gold into a glassful of ice and began undressing, wishing there weren't
mirrors everywhere in the room.
She stuck her tongue out at her reflection before tugging her dress over
her head, revealing that, as was her habit, she wore no underwear. Like
many women, she believed she was fat, but most men would have seen a
sensual, healthy body. She had borne and nursed children. Her breasts were
no longer pert, but her nipples reacted to the friction of the dress and
stood erect, their deep pink color contrasting with her otherwise pale
skin. Her belly curved voluptuously over her vigorous bush. Her legs were
strong and lightly covered with dark hair. A woman, not a girl.
She downed the shot, wincing a little, poured another, started the Jacuzzi
pumps, and got into the tub. The hot water moved over her body, between her
relaxing thighs, under her breasts. She took a small sip of the tequila.
She cupped her cunt with her right hand, idly squeezing her outer labia,
thinking about Jack who wasn't there. Well, fantasy would have to do. She
was waiting for the two men she would have to please, naked--no--dressed
in...
The door buzzed. "Christ, who is that?" She muttered.
She walked naked and dripping across the room to the door. Looking through
the peephole she saw a teenage boy in the hotel uniform.
"I didn't order anything," she said loudly.
"I've got a delivery from...um...Marka."
"I don't know any Marka."
"Are you Shelley Philipps?"
"Yeah, that's me. I'll take it." She opened the door enough to reach into
the hall, leaving the chain fastened.
"It's too big to go in that way," the bellhop said, letting her feel the
size of the package.
"Shit," she said, under her breath, then, more loudly, "Just a minute." She
hadn't unpacked yet, but the hotel had provided a terry cloth robe. She
half-jogged back to the tub, again sticking out her tongue at the
reflections which bounced along with her in a very interesting fashion,
grabbed the robe and threw it carelessly around her shoulders.
At the door she held the robe closed with one hand while she opened the
door and reached for the plainly wrapped package with the other, but it was
too awkward for one hand. Instinctively, she reached out with the other and
the robe fell open, completely exposing her to the boy. To her own
surprise, she didn't drop the package and clutch the robe about her, but
calmly asked him in to get his tip. She enjoyed his obvious appreciation.
For a moment she toyed with the idea of dropping to her knees and taking
out his cock, which looked pretty uncomfortable cutting against the fly of
his uniform. It would feel good in her mouth. It would serve Jack right.
Then she decided the fantasy would be better--the kid would probably cum in
seconds.
So she kept her back to the teenager while she dug in her purse for a tip.
She didn't completely close the robe, letting him see one erect nipple as
she faced him again.
"Oops," she said, casually folding her arm to cover the nipple with her
hand. "You dropped your money."
She almost reached out to his ass as he bent over for the dollar, but once
again restrained herself. "Thanks," she breathed, taking him by the elbow
and escorting him out. He barely managed to stammer out "You're welcome" as
the door shut behind him.
"Damn, that was fun!" she laughed. "And it would have served him right." It
was  going to be a major addition to her fantasy repertoire, and she
intended to try it out ASAP. But first there was this mysterious package...
She took it to the bed, shaking it. There were a couple of fairly sizable
objects inside, packed with something that muffled their motion. Probably
not peanuts--the packaging was a hand job. "That's what I need--at least!"
She tore off the wrapping paper, disclosing a cardboard box tucked shut.
She could see black cloth where the flaps didn't quite meet. Who the hell
was Marka? She pulled the box open and took out a gauzy silk camisette,
then a silk thong. Under them were leather straps wrapped around two
vibrating dildos, one a little smaller than the other. She determined that
they had batteries and that they worked. At the bottom of the box were 
black velvet hood with no eye holes, a short printed note, and a sealed
envelope addressed to her in Jack's spiky handwriting.
Not knowing whether to be pissed off or amused, but definitely feeling
warmer between her legs, she read the note.

These are yours to do with as you please. Toss them if you want. But, from
what Jack tells me, what you really want to do is call my number again--you
showed a good spirit calling it the first time. Let it ring two times and
hang up. We'll be there in 20 minutes. Anything you don't want to use, just
put in a drawer.       Marka

Shelley drew in her breath sharply at the revelation that Jack had shared
some of their most private moments with another woman; now she let it out
through pursed lips. She was definitely pissed off--that was why her pulse
was racing, wasn't it? She tore open the envelope and read Jack's letter.
It was almost illegible, as if his hand had been shaking as he wrote it.

Darling,

I know you've always been faithful to me and that you've never been
faithful to anyone before, and I want you to know how much that means to
me. I also know, from the fantasies you've shared with me, and from feeling
your pussy suddenly go sopping at certain scenes in porn flicks, that
you're really turned on by the idea of sex with several people at once.
Here's your chance. Marka is one of my lesbian buddies from the days in the
band, and I completely trust her to make sure you're safe and that no one
ever hears of this unless you tell--not even me.
Remember I'll always love you. What you decide to do on this trip can't
change that.

  Love,

  Jack

She set the letter down on the bed beside her. Her pulse was still racing,
but now she recognized sheer horniness. She might not even give Jack hell
when he arrived on Saturday. She reached for the bedside phone and punched
redial, listened for the 2 rings, and hung up. She couldn't chicken out now
the way she had with the bellhop.
But 20 minutes! The robe was suddenly insufferably hot, and she shrugged it
off. She remembered the tequila, still by the tub. When she got up this
time she stopped to look at herself. She'd made that teenager hard, she
thought, so there must be something. She watched herself fondle her breasts
and belly, her nipples growing harder and larger than she remembered them,
the aureoles deeply puckered. She picked up the larger dildo, cock-shaped,
veined, deep chocolate in color, and put it to her mouth, licking it,
sucking it, soaking it with her saliva, then put a foot up on the bed so
she could watch as she pushed it into her cunt. Her flesh sank in, then
slid around the dark latex, then pulled out slightly as she withdrew the
cock. It looked completely nasty and incredibly sexy. She pumped slowly
twice more before pulling it out of her. Her inner lips slightly protruded,
shining with her wetness, almost red, even against her black pubic hair.
She needed to cum right now.
She didn't know if the dildo was waterproof and she wanted it in her, so
when she got to the tub, instead of getting in, she put a foot up as she
had at the bed. She quickly downed the shot, then turned on the vibrator.
She held the length of it along the line of her cunt, rocking it to vary
the pressure against her clit, then began to slide it up and down against
her, watching her lips unfold and seem almost to grasp at the buzzing
thing. When she could stand it no more she tilted the cock up to her
soaking cunt and shoved it in hard. The sudden fullness made her gasp. Her
eyes squeezed closed and she panted as she pushed at herself, rubbing her
clit with her free hand, crying out in orgasm, nearly losing her balance.
She pulled the latex out of herself, still breathing shallowly, the leg on
the tub's lip shaking. She dropped the cock on the tiled floor and
practically collapsed into the Jacuzzi.
When she could open her eyes again she glanced at her watch. "Oh my god,"
she said, suddenly very nervous. In less than 5 minutes, strangers, she
didn't know how many of them, would be at her door to fuck her, at her own
invitation and at Jack's instigation. Remembering the leather straps in the
package, she almost poured another shot of tequila. Two was plenty,
though-any more would interfere with her orgasms. But the straps? She and
Jack had only told stories to each other about light bondage, each saying
they didn't really want to be tied, that only the idea was sexy. This was
real. 
Even in the tub she could feel herself lubricating again. She got out,
drying herself absently with the robe as she walked back to the bed. She
picked up the lingerie, so thin she could see her fingers through the
material, and pulled it on. Her cunt hair was plainly visible, both through
the material and around the edges of the thong, and her nipples looked like
they were about to poke through the top. 
 Shelley thought she had time to experiment.  She buckled the unpadded end
of each strap to a corner post of the bed. The other end looped around and
passed through itself. so that you could, using only one hand, slip into
the loop and pull it tight around the wrist. You'd need a both hands to
remove it. She got on the bed and fastened her legs into the bottom
straps-pale legs in black leather on deep red satin-and pulled hard against
them. She lay back and stretched upward, grabbing the leather, imagining
her arms, too, were strapped  to the bed. 
Suddenly she wanted to be found that way. She unfastened her legs, ran to
the door, and propped it open with a paperback she had brought in case she
got bored. Fat chance of that, now. She grabbed the dildo from beside the
Jacuzzi. Back at the bed she refastened her legs and placed both dildos
between her thighs. . She pulled on the velvet hood over her eyes, lay
back, slipped her left hand into its restraint and pulled it tight.  She
hesitated a moment, knowing that she could not easily free herself if she
took the next step.  Her right hand, almost on its own,  fluttered down her
torso, pulling on a nipple through the silk, caressing her belly, slipping
into the waste-band of the thong far enough to tug at pubic hair, then back
up and over and down, tugging aside the wet cloth to cup her cunt, sliding 
two fingers inside and then up to rub her clit, moving slickly now back up
her belly and over the other breast, then reaching for the leather strap. 
She felt her hand enter the padded loop and push until it covered her
wrist.  One moment more of hesitation, then  she yanked her arm up against
the strap and it closed on her wrist.
There was some slack in her bonds.  She could draw her knees up a little,
but she couldn't bring her thighs together.  Her wrist straps were out of
reach, but she not her nipples. She rocked her hips involuntarily, 
squeezing her thighs toward each other while pulling on her nipples through
the silk, breathing in little panting gasps.
When the knock came she cried out, almost a whimper, then, in a shaking
voice, called "It's open. I'm ready."
She listened as people, she couldn't tell how many, stepped into the room.
One of them whistled low. "Look at this bitch!" said a woman whose voice
she recognized from the phone message. "Oh, baby, you sure are ready. What
do think, Donna? Was Jack straight with me?"
Two women! Jack's note said Marka was a lesbian-but she needed cock.
"I think Jack doesn't know what he's got," answered a husky female voice. 
Shelley felt the bed shift as people climbed onto it from both sides of
her. She tried to reach for the hood but couldn't. "Please, let me see
you..."
"Are you sure, sweetie?" It was the first voice. "I'll tell Tommy to let
you go, but won't it be more fun to earn your eyes? You're the one who put
it on-unless you had help from that cute bellboy."
"No! I-I just?"
"Ooh, what did  you do with him? Have you been bad already?"
Hands, more than one person's, were moving slowly up and down her legs and
belly, over her breasts, in the hollows of her neck, finger tips just
trailing, not quite tickling. She couldn't keep from pushing herself up to
meet them.
"Come on, Shelley, tell us what you did with the bellboy," said the
husky-voiced woman, Donna, as fingers slid under the front of her thong
from the side and caressed her swollen outer labia. "Did you fuck him? Is
that why your pussy's so wet?" Two fingers slid briefly into her, moving
from her perineum upwards, flicking her clit lightly as they passed.
"No, I didn't fuck him...nnh...I flashed him...nnh...I didn't mean to, but
my robe fell open when I...nnh...when I got your package." Shelley was
gasping as she tried to tell them, a part of her not believing what she was
doing, but most of her on the edge of orgasm.
"You were bad, Shelley, showing yourself to that teenage boy.  Did he get a
hardon? Did you want to fuck him?" Again fingers slid in and out of her
cunt.
"God, yes, he had a hardon...hnnh...I wanted to suck his dick." This time
fingers pushed strongly into her, while a thumb rubbed her clit.
"annh?annh?ohh! "
"Oh, baby, you're pretty when you cum. Now I think you're gonna make us
cum-and then we'll take the blindfold off, OK? Tommy, tighten those straps
so she can't reach her tits with her hands. We wouldn't want any cheating,
now would we?"
She lay panting and didn't resist as her arms were pulled over her head. A
man spoke for the first time, from her left side, so it wasn't Tommy-not
that she knew who Tommy was. "Who's first, Marka?"
"You can take that thing out and rub it if you like, David," said Marka,
"but I'm first.  I'm going to get my pussy eaten.  You like to lick pussy,
baby?"
Shelley heard zippers and snaps, cloth rustling as she panted out "I...I've
never done that."
"Well I'll teach you good, baby."   Marka knelt beside her head and swung a
leg over.  She was hot, and Shelly gasped as she felt hair brushing her
face, her nose and lips.
"Stick out your tongue, baby.  Get a little taste of me."  She did as she
was told, anonymous hands still rubbing her titties, her cunt, other
people's breath coming louder now, too, the sound of kisses and now the
sharp taste of another woman for the first time, not like herself on Jack's
cock or in his beard.  Marka's hips moved above her, Shelley's tongue
sliding in the folds of flesh.
She felt hands between her thighs, heard the vibrators begin to whine, and
suddenly she was full, as the larger dildo sank into her.   She jerked her
head up, but Marka's thighs closed on her.
"Just keep your mind on me, baby.  They're gonna play, but I'm coming down,
now.  Suck on my lips, shake your head a little.  That's it.  Now lick up
and down, put your tongue in me. rub your nose on my clit.  Ooh, are you
sure it's your first time?"
She felt something smeared on her asshole, and the other dildo was in her.
Someone was sliding them in and out of her, pulling them out before she
could cum and then plunging them back inside.  She couldn't speak, her
mouth full of cunt.  The bed was shaking and she she thought she could hear
fucking.  She was gasping now, frantically licking and sucking at the other
woman, who now was almost grinding her cunt into Shelley's face. Only Marka
spoke words-"Now lick my clit-flick it with your tongue, suck on it baby,
oh yeah oh fuck oh fuck yeah...yeah..."
Shelley tried to keep her tongue in Marka's cunt as the other woman slid
down to sit just under her tits.  Someone's finger traced her lips and she
tried to suck it in. Marka laughed. "You want a dick now, honey?  My pussy
wasn't enough?  We've got three for you, if Donna doesn't want you next."
"It's OK, Marka, I just got some.  Let the boys have her."
Having names for the voices of the people playing with her body had given
Shelley some faint sense of control, and she nearly panicked that there was
a third man who hadn't yet said a word. What would he want, what would they
all want? She wanted to ask who he was, but seemed to have no control of
her body, her mouth  gaping for the fingers roughly exploring it, pulling
at her lips, pushing her tongue and teeth, her hips tilting up for the
dildos which had so cruelly abandoned her.
"Is that what you want, baby?  You want some cock?  You need to tell us
what you want, Shelley."
The fingers left her, too, left her straining for any touch.  She could
only moan in reply.
"Come on, baby, tell us you want to get fucked.  Tell us how to fuck you."
"Please give it to me," she managed.
"Please give you what, honey?  I don't know what you want."

"Fuck me!  I want you to fuck me!"
"But there are three boys here, Shel. How can we decide who gets to fuck you?"
"I want all of them! Please! Oh god, please just fuck me!"
"All of them, baby?  You'll have to tell us how to do that."
"I've got three holes!" 
"What are those, Shelley?  Where do you want these boys to put their dicks?"
"I want a cock in my ass and one in my cunt. I want someone to cum in
mouth." She was yelling now  " I want cum all over me!  Please fuck me."
"That's good, baby.  Now tell us how to do it-we'll start with David.  He's
got a middle-sized cock.  Tell him how to get in you."
"Oh god...get under me, on your back. I want you to fuck my ass."
She raised herself up as well as she could, and strong arms held her as she
felt a man sliding under her.  His dick felt huge on her ass, and she had
another moment of panic as the head pressed into her asshole.  Then he was 
in her and she was yelling again. 
"Jesus Christ!  Fuck me more! Give me the biggest cock i my cunt!"
"You got it darling."
The bed shifted as someone knelt between her legs.   The man in her ass
paused to let the other set himself.  She felt the head a dick rubbing up
and down on her swollen pussy and she couldn't keep from trying to take it
into her, sliding up n the dick in her ass.  Then both men plunged deep
into he,m making her cry out.
"One more more, baby.  Where does this poor fellow go?"
"I told you!"
"I forgot."
"Goddamnit will you fuck my mouth!"
Someone grabbed her head and turned it to the side, and a cock shoved into
her mouth, into her throat.  Her lips touched   pubic hair.  The all three
cocks began moving in and out of her.  She moaned continually, gasping for
breath when the dick in her mouth let her.  Rough hands mauled her breasts,
pulling at her nipples.  Her body felt like one huge cunt, she wanted
everything inside her, she wanted this never to stop. She heard nothing but
her own heartbeat and the sucking sounds her body made at mouth, ass, and
cunt.
The man beneath her began to pump harder, and she pushed against him,
squeezing her asshole on his dick.  She was starting to cum herself, and
she wanted to feel his sperm in her bowels.  Now when she gasped for air
was chanting "cum, cum" with every breath out.  
The man in her ass stopped suddenly and she felt his dick pulsing.  She
wanted to scream, but the dick in her mouth was spewing too, and she
frantically sucked to keep it all in, gave up when her own body began to
convulse, felt the sperm running over her cheeks and onto her throat, She
yelled "All over me" as the cock in her cunt withdrew and she felt sperm
shooting over her belly and tits.
She lay shaking and stunned as the dick in her ass gradually shrank and
slid out of her. 
 Marka broke the silence. "You are one hot bitch, Shelley." Then someone
pulled the hood offer her head.
For a moment, in the sudden light, she couldn't focus.  Suddenly she
realized that the man kneeling between her legs was Jack.
"You shithead!"
"I thought you liked it."
"God, it was wonderful.  But you're still a shithead."  She turned to the
women, who had obviously been enjoying each other as much as they had her
show.  "You with me?"  They nodded, grinning. She turned back to Jack as
the the other two men unbound her wrists. "Now it's your turn."


To be continued?  Comments welcome