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Subject: {ASSM} Lotto Dreams Chapter 7  (MF, MF, MF, Anal)
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Chapter 7


The next few days were uneventful. He went to the gym, but a pair of old 
men occupied the pool each morning when he finished his workout. On 
Friday, Franco explained that one thing that made defending yourself 
difficult was a fear of pain. Human's learned early that pain was to be 
avoided. But pain could be mastered, and even used as focus. Pain 
sucked, but it didn't have to be destructive and unconquerable. Franco 
showed Nick pain, but he showed him how to work through it, to achieve 
his goals in spite of it. And Franco smiled every time Nick succeeded. 
Even through the pain.

Monday morning, Columbus Day, and Nick was sprawled in the recliner 
reading the newest book by PC Cast. He took a sip of coffee just as the 
front bell rang. He flipped the chair upright and made his way to the 
door as someone knocked on the frame.

Opening the door, he was confronted by three very attractive females, 
one with blond hair hanging to mid back, the second a brunette who's 
curly hair brushed her shoulders, and the third who's hair was died in a 
rainbow and shaped to spikes that could put an eye out. The dangerous 
one spoke up first. "Put your shoes on, you're being kidnapped!"

The brunette looked at his feet, then turned to the dangerous one. "How 
did you know he didn't have shoes on?"

The blonde spoke up. "He never wears shoes at home."

Nick stepped aside and let the trio in. "I think I still have most of a 
pot of coffee if anyone's interested."

"Nope, shoes. Go!" While he went to put on shoes, the dangerous one 
filled an overnight bag with a suit and some fresh jeans, and another 
tee shirt. She opened his drawers and laughed out loud at what she 
found. He'd stayed with the briefs, but he'd added a few colors to his 
collection. She threw three pair in, and grabbed his dress shoes. He 
tossed a pill bottle and two inhalers on top. Meanwhile, the blond made 
her way to the kitchen to turn off the coffee. The brunette followed 
her, looking around curiously.

"So, have you been here often?" Connie asked Jean.

"A couple of times. Usually we go to my house."

Connie thought about this, trying to decide if she was jealous, finally 
deciding that she was a little bit. Jeanvieve turned and saw the look on 
the other girl's face. "Give him a chance, he'll feed you breakfast, 
too." Connie flashed the blond woman a grin of thanks at the 
reassurance.

Lydia called out, "Come on you two, we need to escape before someone 
notices we've taken our victim!" Nick came into the kitchen to collect 
his cell and a jacket, and went out to the garage to grab a pair of 
sunglasses.

Nick locked the door and slipped his keys into his jeans, then followed 
the women to the dark blue Saturn parked at the curb. Jeanvieve looked 
at Connie, then took shotgun to Lydia's driver. Connie and Nick shared 
the back seat.

"You two can get comfortable, we'll be on the road for a while." Jean 
stated.

"How long is a while?" Nick asked.

Lydia answered. "Depending on the highway patrol and traffic, maybe four 
hours." 

Nick thought about this. "Ok, so where are we going?"

"We're going to see a play. Well, actually, the play's tomorrow, but we 
thought we'd get there early and explore."

"Ok, a play, four hours a way." He thought about this some more. "The 
Shakespearean festival is still running?" He asked in surprise.

Jeanvieve twisted to look at him in surprise as Connie grabbed his hand 
and laughed delightedly.

"I told you he was a smart sumbitch!" Lydia said.

"How did you know?" Jeanvieve demanded.

"I went down by myself a few years ago, back in the days before I had 
pretty girls to hang around with. If it's available, we'll have make 
sure we attend the "King's Feaste", that was a good time." 

As Jean turned around mumbling to herself, Connie scooted close to him. 
"When we planned this, we decided that Jean and I would each get you in 
the back seat for half the drive down."

When she said this, he realized they'd all dressed for seduction. Loose 
skirts and peasant blouses that offered ease of access, and probably not 
a shred of underwear to be found on any of the three. He drew Connie 
into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back hungrily as she placed 
his hand upon her breast, feeling her nipple harden under his palm. 

"Oh god, Nick. I could kiss you for days!" She then caught his lips 
again, letting her tongue trace them until they parted and his came out 
to welcome her. As their tongues wrestled gently, she opened two buttons 
on her blouse and slipped his hand inside.

He'd learned in the pool that her breasts were sensitive, and she 
enjoyed the feel of teeth on her nipples. Now, he learned sweet kisses 
and gentle nipple play would bring the same result, as a shuddering 
climax rippled through the body pressed against him. 

She pulled away and knelt on the seat, reaching for his belt. In less 
than a minute, she had him freed and sat back gazing at his weapon. 
Jeanvieve turned to look over the seat, and licked her lips. "He does 
have nice equipment, doesn't he?"

Lydia took her eyes off the road and took a peek, then went back to her 
driving. "Perfect, if you want my opinion."

Connie blushed at her friends' appraisal of Nick's cock. "This is the 
first time I've really seen it."

"Really?" Lydia asked. "I thought you motivated him last Monday."

"I did, but he was in the water, and you know, you can't really study 
things through the water. It did feel nice though."

"Want to know a secret, Connie?" Jeanvieve asked.

"I suppose so," the brunette responded.

"He tastes good, too." The little blond chuckled then turned back to the 
view outside the car.

Connie decided it was her duty to find out if Lydia's friend was lying 
to her, and bent down to lick the upright shaft before her. Nope, no 
lies there. Then she opened her mouth and slowly engulfed it as it 
quivered in response. She closed her lips around it and gently slid her 
mouth up and down it, caressing it with her tongue as she did so. When 
she decided it was well prepared, she licked the drop of pre-cum that 
had oozed out off the tip. "You're right, he is delicious."

Connie hiked her skirt up around her waist, revealing another absence of 
undergarments, as well as a well-trimmed patch of hair. Then her skirt 
was covering them both as she straddled him, then was engulfing his hard 
shaft between another set of lips. Connie moved slowly upon him, 
enjoying the fullness of his cock inside her, then she lay back on the 
seat, keeping him locked inside with her legs around his waist. "Fuck me 
Nick, fuck me till I scream! I want to faint with your cock in me! Oh 
god!!"

Ever obedient to his lover, Nick made love to her vigorously, their 
bodies bound together with lips and arms, pelvis and legs. And when she 
came, her scream was muffled by his kiss, and her faint eased in his 
devoted arms.

In Scipio, they stopped at a service station. Lydia and Jeanvieve led a 
groggy Connie to the ladies room to revive as Nick took a moment to wash 
up in the men's room. While he waited for the ladies, he bought himself 
a bottle of Gatorade and quickly consumed the fluid as he topped off the 
gas tank. He strongly suspected the rest of the trip would be just as 
enjoyable.

When the ladies came out, Connie gave him a soft kiss and hug. "Thank 
you, you are wonderful. Now, I'm going to sleep the rest of the way." 
True to her word, she climbed in the front seat, buckled up, and resting 
her head on a pillow Lydia got out of the trunk, dropped off to sleep 
like a baby. 

Jeanvieve got in the back seat with him. "We all agreed that since I'm 
the only that has been able to spend serious time with you before now, I 
couldn't have you either night. But I get you for half the trip both 
ways." 

She snuggled against him. "Listening to you and Connie made me so wet I 
had to get a tissue and wipe myself. Twice, I even had to look. I know 
you were busy, so I wish I'd had a camera so I could show you the look 
on her face. She looked like an angel transported to heaven."

For the rest of the drive, Nick made Jeanvieve's trip just as rapturous.

When they arrived in Cedar City, Nick was surprised to find them booked 
into a Bed & Breakfast. They made their way to the reception desk and a 
smiling older woman greeted them. "Ahh, Mr. Essex. We've been expecting 
you and your companions. As you requested, we have the nicest adjoining 
rooms ready for you."

She smiled as she led them up to the rooms. "Such a nice man to bring 
his daughter and her friends to the Festival!" she thought. But as she 
watched them interact, she felt a bit scandalized as she realized that 
it certainly looked like they were all his lovers. Then she looked at 
the man again, and thought; "Lucky girls!"

Lydia and Nick unpacked in the first room, Connie and Jeanvieve in the 
second. There was indeed a connecting door between the rooms so they 
could pass in and out without using the outer hallway. After everyone 
was finished with the facilities, Nick led them across the street to the 
Festival box office. 

Although the box office was closed, it offered a great deal of 
information in the display cases around it. For example, the following 
night there was indeed a "King's Feaste" scheduled. It ran from 4:30 
till 7:00, and included a play performed throughout the meal. Lydia 
admitted that this would be a fine idea, that the curtain wouldn't rise 
until 8:00 for the play she had tickets to.  Nick looked at another 
poster and realized they would either see Shakespeare's "As You Like 
It" or Gilbert & Sullivan's classic "H.M.S Pinafore". In his opinion, 
either one would be a pleasure. 

When they were finished at the box office, they took a leisurely stroll 
around the Southern Utah University campus; Jeanvieve holding Lydia's 
left hand while Nick held her right, and Connie contentedly holding his 
right hand. He'd been here six years ago, in August, but classes weren't 
in session then. Now, the commons were filled with young people enjoying 
a sunny October afternoon. And more than one young head turned to watch 
the quartet that strolled past them. At first glance, many assumed the 
girls to be students showing a parent around campus. But to those who 
didn't simply turn away indifferently, it was apparent that the 
relationship of these four was definitely not familial. The way they 
interacted made this obvious. And more than one young man sighed with 
frustrated envy.

They made their way back to the B&B. The nice lady that ran the place 
offered her advice on a very fine restaurant, and even made them 
reservations for an hour later.

Because the agreement the girls had made banned Jeanvieve from Nick's 
bed for the two nights they planned to be in Cedar City, Nick took the 
opportunity to cuddle with her and make certain she knew she was also 
loved as the other women prepared for dinner.

While Nick showered and silently thanked the proprietors for wisely 
having a huge hot water heater, Lydia was touching up her make-up as 
Connie re-made her spikes. As she worked, she noticed the vial of pills 
Nick had set on the dresser, and read the label curiously. Generic 
glucophage. She knew that glucose was a form of sugar, so maybe it had 
something to do with that. Then she remembered the two inhalers he'd 
also tossed in his overnight bag. Maybe they'd offer additional clues. 

The first one she recognized from an old roommate. An asthma drug, one 
her friend had used sometimes eight times a day. But her friend had been 
prone to frequent and dangerous asthma attacks. She'd never noticed Nick 
to be particularly out of breath, even after a hard workout. The second 
inhaler she also recognized. Her friend had used it for emergencies. So 
Nick was mildly asthmatic but wise enough to be prepared, Lydia thought. 
She decided she'd make sure the other women knew about this, and were 
prepared to respond if Nick had an attack. And she'd call AnnaBeth about 
the glucophage. She was going to watch over their Nick, she decided.

Dinner was as delightful as their hostess had promised and they enjoyed 
another stroll home in the cool October night. As they passed a 
drugstore, Lydia pulled them inside, and led them to the hair coloring 
section. "You know me, I love my punk look, but I feel terribly out of 
place here." Lydia admitted.

"This is southern Utah, sweetheart." Nick pointed out. "It may say 
Southern Utah University, but it's still cowboy country."

Connie grinned teasingly. "Ohhh, cowboy country! Does that mean I get to 
drag you guys to the bars for some honky-tonkin'?"

Lydia started to say "No way!" when Nick answered. "If we stay a third 
night, sure. But if we spend a third night, Jeanvieve gets her turn. 
Fair enough?"

Nick knew that by making this offer, he had two yay votes immediately. 
He also knew that both Jeanvieve and Connie understood that Lydia had 
the overpowering veto. Nick was a bit curious to see if she'd use it. He 
wasn't surprised when she didn't.

Lydia did pout momentarily, though Nick suspected more because she felt 
it was expected than any real unhappiness with the idea. But she perked 
up quickly, and put them all to work to find a more appropriate hair 
color. Nick was amused at how enjoyable such a discussion could be. They 
finally settled on a red similar to the color she wore the night they 
made love. It was also decided that the girls would color her hair 
before breakfast the next day when Nick made it clear he wasn't sleeping 
with her if she smelt like ammonia. He liked her priorities.

When they got back to the Bed & Breakfast, Nick spoke to the 
proprietress about a third night, then they agreed to call it a night, 
and that Nick was responsible for making sure everyone was up by 7:00, 
with coffee provided. Then Lydia shut the connecting door and turned to 
look at Nick.

She walked towards him with a sensual strut, and when she was within 
reach, she punched him hard in the arm. "I can't believe you'd toss me 
from your bed for hair dye stink!"

He caught her upper arms in his strong hands and pulled her against him, 
silencing her with a kiss that had her swooning in his grasp. "Ok," she 
sighed, "you're forgiven." 

He carried her to the bed and laid her gently down, then bent to kiss 
her softly this time. "Lydia, I adore you, but sometimes you make it far 
too easy to get your goat!" She heard the clunk of his shoes hitting the 
floor, then he was stretched beside her and caressing her face. "There 
is no way on this sweet earth I'd give up a chance to love you." Then 
his hand was on the back of her neck and he was kissing her again. This 
time, she rolled on top of him and kissed back. 

"Sit up, I want to undress you." She did, and he began to unbutton the 
peasant blouse she wore. He opened it slowly, admiring her perfect 
little breasts, then reaching up and running his fingertips over her 
nipples. "You have the most delightful breasts, Lydia."

Lydia sighed happily at his touch. Every once in a while, she was 
tempted to do something with her minimal bosom. Then she'd meet a man 
like Nick, who took genuine pleasure in what she had naturally. She knew 
that Jeanvieve's and Connie's were larger, and she was sure that Nick 
appreciated them just as much, but it still thrilled her to have him 
happily caressing her.

He slid her blouse off her shoulders and sat up so that he could kiss 
the bare skin of her neck and shoulders. Slipping her blouse off, he 
casually tossed it into the upholstered chair in the sitting area.

Rolling her back onto the bed, he kissed her lips again, then her chin. 
She giggled as he nibbled her throat, and sighed as he kissed between 
her breasts. She began to murmur in pleasure as he began to lick her 
nipples to full extension.

As he mouthed her nipples, his hands were busy at her waist, unbuttoning 
the two buttons that held her skirt in place, then lifting her bottom 
off the bed so he could slip it off her. When the skirt was gone, he 
released her nipple and kissed down her belly, taking a moment to blow 
teasingly through the patch of hair she maintained on her pubis.

Then he was lying between her legs and feasting on the damp flesh before 
him. She writhed beneath his exquisite assault, his tongue finding the 
secret spots that drove her mad with desire. Finally, she could take no 
more and took hold of the short hair at his temples, pulling him away 
from her ambrosia.

"No more, Nick! You have less than one minute to get naked and impale me 
with that marvelous weapon!"

Nick was naked and pressing the tip of his erection against her opening 
in fifty seconds, five seconds later Lydia was moaning in delight as it 
slid completely into her. The two lovers easily fell into a comfortable 
rhythm of passion, augmented by long soft kisses.

Their climaxes, though not simultaneous, were spectacular, and Lydia 
fell asleep content, with her lover spooned against her. 

Nick woke up a few hours later to find Lydia's hand reaching back 
between her legs, stroking the tip of his cock as it grew. When it was 
fully hard, she scooted back and slid onto it silently, perhaps trying 
to not awaken  him. She slowly rode the shaft within her until he 
reached around with one hand to tweak her nipple as the other hand 
reached down to massage her clit. Then she slammed her bottom against 
his groin and twisted with wild abandon on his sword, driving herself to 
a shattering orgasm before passing out as he filled her again with his 
seed.

When he awoke again, he slid out of bed and showered as silently as he 
could. He checked that Lydia still slept, then pulled on his jeans and 
carried the rest of his clothes to the hall, where he dressed after 
shutting the door behind him. He made his way to the kitchen, and was 
disappointed to find no coffee ready. He looked at his watch, and 
remembered the proprietress telling them breakfast was served at 8:30. 
It was just 6:30 now.

Oh well, he was near the university, it was sure to have a coffee shop. 
He made his way over to the campus, and after politely querying a couple 
of other very early risers, found the fountain of morning nectar, i.e. 
"The Coffee Shoppe". He loaded up with eight medium javas, a dozen 
packets of sugar, twenty canisters of creamer and a half dozen little 
blue and little pink packets of sweetener. 

Closing the door to their room, Nick set the coffee on the table by the 
sitting room chair and prepared one for himself, and his beloved 
bedmate. Waking her with a very wet kiss, he handed her the cup as she 
sat up. "Finish your coffee, then go wash your hair. I'll get Connie and 
Jeanvieve up, and they can do your hair for you before breakfast. By the 
way, how does Connie take her coffee?"

"She takes hers with one and a half packs of sugar, and two of those 
creamer tubs." He moved to the connecting door balancing the cups. She 
saw him stop for a second, then enter the room. She wondered why he'd 
hesitated.

The reason he'd hesitated was that instead of the two women in sleepwear 
demurely cuddled together that he'd unconsciously expected to see, he'd 
seen two nude bodies sensually entwined, and before he'd been able to 
retreat, one of those bodies had opened their eyes and offered a smile 
of greeting. "Good morning, Nick." Connie said softly.

He set the Jeanvieve's coffee carefully on the table and then crossed to 
the bed and kissed Connie good morning as she sat up to accept his 
offering. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.

Connie smiled at her still snoozing companion. "Better than I expected, 
actually."

"I guess I should have knocked," Nick admitted, embarrassed.

Connie shrugged, and when she did the sheet slipped off, exposing her 
delightful torso. "It wouldn't have mattered, one of us would have just 
told you  to come in. Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. I'm not." She took 
a sip of the coffee and smiled and mouthed "Perfect".

"Ummmm, me neither." Jeanvieve stretched slowly and sensually on the 
bed, then opened her eyes. "Good morning, lovers. Do I smell coffee?" 
She sat up in the middle of the bed, not bothering to cover up as she 
took the coffee Nick placed in her hand. "Now, can I have a kiss?" She 
laughed with pleasure when both Nick and Connie leaned toward her at the 
same time. "Hold on a sec, Nick, I'll take care of you next." She leaned 
over and offered Connie a semi-chaste kiss. Connie kissed her right and 
proper instead, and their kiss lasted longer than either of them 
expected as Jean reciprocated. "Wow," Jeanvieve breathed when they moved 
apart. Then she accepted Nick's sweet kiss good morning.

Lydia came in as Nick's lips left Jeanvieve's, her hair damp but lying 
close to her scalp, her bare skin still gleaming from her quick bath.. 
"Good morning, dears! Did you sleep well?" Then she leaned over and 
kissed each of the women in the bed and answered herself teasingly, 
"Looks like it." Connie and Jeanvieve started to blush, but then 
realized they had nothing to be embarrassed about. 

"So, how come we're all up already?" Connie asked.

"Because stinky head over there wouldn't let me share the bed if we dyed 
my hair last night." Lydia answered, pointing at Nick.

"Oh yeah, that's right. We should punish him for that." With those 
words, Nick was suddenly dodging three swinging pillows that connected 
with surprising regularity. But what really surprised him was that both 
Connie and Jeanvieve could swing accurately with one hand and drink 
coffee without spilling at the same time. He was finally forced to 
retreat to the other bedroom, where he fixed a second cup of coffee and 
then went downstairs to see if there was a newspaper available.

"Good morning, Mr. Essex. Did you and your friends sleep well?" The 
proprietress inquired.

"Yes Ma'am, we did, thank you. Is there a newspaper this morning?"

"Of course, we have the Salt Lake Tribune or the Deseret News, and you 
can call me Mrs. Shaunnessy, or Maggie. Will the girls be down for 
breakfast?"

"Yeah, they're up now, coloring Lydia's hair."

"Lydia? She was the one with the, umm, spikes? I'm afraid I didn't catch 
the other girl's names, either." She said this in a slightly accusatory 
tone. "Are they your daughters?"

Nick nodded, "And the rainbow. She said she didn't feel comfortable down 
here looking quite so, radical. No, they are just friends of mine that 
decided I needed to come to the Festival. Connie is the brunette, and 
the tall blond is Jeanvieve." 

"No, I'm sure she didn't. Cedar City and the campus are reasonably 
liberal, but it is still surrounded by rural Utah. It was good of you to 
make reservations for them here, although usually we get a more 
'romantic' clientele. So what are your plans today?"

"Actually, I'd suspect Lydia was the ringleader when they decided where 
to stay. I didn't know a thing till yesterday morning."

"My goodness. Reservations were made almost a month ago!" Maggie thought 
to herself; "And he didn't know a thing, and doesn't seem at all 
concerned that this Lydia has access to his credit cards, or even what 
their stay is costing him. Maybe I better call the credit card company 
and make sure the card is still good for these charges."  Mrs. 
Shaunnessy did call the VISA office later that day, and when she 
explained the charges, was basically told: "If it ain't over five grand, 
we don't worry about that card."

Nick took the paper and went to the parlor to read while Mrs. Shaunnessy 
prepared breakfast for her guests. The girls came down shortly after 
8:00 and split up the section's he'd already read. Nick looked over the 
top of the paper at Lydia, pleased with her color choice and to see the 
return of her tiny ringlets.  At 8:30, Mrs. Shaunnessy summoned them to 
a breakfast of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns and waffles. 
And fresh coffee.

"What did you ladies have planned for us today?" Nick asked. 

Lydia admitted, "Besides the play, we didn't really have any plans. What 
did you do when you were down here before?"

"Well, we are near Canyonlands National Park. We could take the drive 
through it."

"Is that what you did last time?" Connie asked, not wanting to do 
something that might have bored him the first time.

"Actually, I was going to join the bus tour, but got there too late, it 
was all filled. I ended up taking a helicopter tour of the canyons."

All three girls looked at him in surprise. "You took a helicopter? Was 
it fun?" demanded Jeanvieve.

Nick nodded. "Yeah, it was a pretty fun time. But if you don't like 
small planes, helicopters are worse."

The girls started to discuss it quietly and Nick sat back and sipped his 
coffee. Maggie Shaunnessy watched as well, and quickly realized that Mr. 
Essex was a bystander to his female conspirators. He'd go along with 
whatever they decided, and likely enjoy every minute of it.

Lydia spoke up finally. "Can we do that Nick? Is it expensive?" She 
blushed when she realized what she'd just asked, and Nick and her 
friends laughed at her.

"We'll have to check. The one I went on only seated four, including the 
pilot. And even if I was qualified for helicopters, I've never flown the 
canyons, so I wouldn't try. Mrs. Shaunnessy, do you have a guide to 
tourist services?"

Maggie went and got him the soft cover book, and he began to look 
through it. "Umm, Nick," Connie interrupted hesitantly. "You say you're 
not qualified for helicopters. Does that mean you ARE qualified for 
other aircraft?"

"Ummhmm," he answered, still looking over the ads for helicopter tours. 
"My brother, my nephew and I all qualified and soloed our single engine 
light aircraft certificates in December. We're working on multi-engine 
turboprops now. But my Cessna should be here a week from Saturday."

Lydia put her hand in the middle of the page he was looking at, forcing 
him to look up. "And just when were you planning on letting us know you 
were a pilot, and apparently a pilot with his own plane."

Nick was smart enough to know he might be in trouble here. "Umm, 
probably when I asked you to fly somewhere with me." He knew it was 
coming, he knew they were a bit ticked at him, but still, it hurt when 
they all three slugged him in the arm. He rubbed it and went back to the 
ads, then pulled out his cell and made a few calls.

"Ok, this guy uses a six passenger chopper, so we could all sit 
together. He'll give us up to two and a half hours flight time, which is 
a very leisurely tour of the canyons. We'll need to bring our own 
refreshments, though. You ladies game?"

After some discussion, they decided they were indeed, game. Nick called 
back and made reservations for noon, then decided they needed a camera, 
and a cooler, and some drinks for the flight. And maybe some Dramamine. 
They went upstairs to gather their stuff, and in the car Nick took 
shotgun.

He took out the book he'd borrowed from Mrs. Shaunnessy and opened it to 
the map. First, he guided Lydia to the Army/Navy surplus store. "Forgot 
to get a hat before we left." He quickly found what he wanted, a soft 
camo hat with a wide brim that snapped up on the sides and a drawstring 
chinstrap. After some discussion, the girls decided to forgo hats for 
good sunblock.

Their next stop was the Circuit City store. Nick went straight to the 
digital cameras and spoke at length to the salesman. The camera he 
bought looked very much like an excellent professional camera. He also 
bought two 256 MB memory cards and 3 eight paks of alkaline batteries. 

Gathering his ladies around him, they left the store and made their last 
stop at the grocery. A styrofoam cooler, a six pack of pop and six 
bottles of water, a couple of bags of ice, some spf 30, candy to snack 
on, and a box of Dramamine finished their shopping.

As Nick gave directions, Lydia drove them to the Cedar City airport, and 
to the private hangar of the tour guide they wanted. The pilot shook 
Nick's hand and complimented him on his lovely daughters. Nick was going 
to let the comment slide when Jeanvieve got a mischievous gleam in her 
eye.

"Yes, Dad, thanks for taking us in the helicopter!" Making sure they 
were profile to the pilot, she kissed him, making it plain to the pilot 
that she was using a great deal of tongue with her 'daddy'.

By the time Lydia and Connie had finished, Nick was flushed and thanking 
the goddess he was wearing a pair of jeans with plenty of room. And 
wondering if the pilot was going to be able to sit down anytime soon.

"I shouldn't have done that, but I get sick of people assuming I'm with 
you because you're my father. I'm with you because I love spending time 
with you, and I love making love with you. I'd guess Lydia and Connie 
feel the same way. You're our Nick, not our dad. Now, give us one of 
your sweet "I adore you" kisses, and we can go see the canyons."

Nick did give each of his lovers a slow, gentle kiss. "You are forgiven, 
but I think it's going to be a long flight for the pilot." 

The girls were unrepentant. "Maybe he won't make stupid assumptions next 
time," was what Connie had to say. 

The flight was a blast. Nick got lots of very good pictures, unlike his 
last trip, and the girls decided they liked flying this way. And when 
they landed, Nick talked the pilot into taking a picture of the four of 
them beside his helicopter. And the girls were forgiven for teasing him 
when they each gave him a chaste 'thank you' kiss. 

Nick thought about dinner, and told Lydia to drive to the campus 
bookstore. He went in while the girls waited curiously. In the arts 
section he found what he wanted, and bought four of them. Then he went 
out to the car, and held the bag closed between his legs, refusing to 
share his purchases.

The four of them sat on the porch of the B & B, discussing the 
helicopter flight. They all admitted that although they'd had fun, 
they'd been nervous when the craft would seem to jump and dip without 
warning. Nick told them it was the same feeling he got on a roller 
coaster, nervous but pumped up. But they all agreed they'd do it again 
in a second.

Then it was time to get ready for the evening. The women took their 
showers and baths first. Nick could hear them laughing in the second 
bedroom as they worked magic upon each other, making hair and make-up 
perfect, and discussing the clothing they'd brought for this evening. 
Nick had no idea what any of them were wearing, but he figured it was 
probably something quite dressy, considering which of his suits Lydia 
had packed. He also expected to be the envy of every man they passed 
tonight. Maybe even the ladies.  He checked the time, and hurried 
downstairs to talk to Mrs. Shaunnessy. She gave him directions to a 
nearby flower shop, and even lent him her car.

When the ladies came downstairs, Nick was waiting for them in a dark 
gray pinstripe suit and tie and his hands behind his back. Jeanvieve 
came first, dressed in a pale blue blouse that discreetly accented her 
bosom, and a glimmering sapphire blue skirt that fell to just above her 
knees. The hosiery and sandals she wore highlighted her lovely legs. 
She'd crimped her long blond locks, and let them frame her face. She 
wore a pair of simple gold earrings with dancing girl charms. He held 
out one hand to her and when she stepped in to his grasp, he kissed her 
and laid a red and a white rose across her arms. 

Connie was the next down the stairs. She wore an embroidered white on 
white western style dress, with a slight v top that showed the upper 
curve of her breasts. He couldn't see if she wore hose, because her 
dress swirled around her ankles as she walked. But he did note the toes 
and heel of her boots. Her hair was loosely curled, and mother of pearl 
barrettes pinned it behind her ears.  She wore silver and crystal drop 
earrings. When she let him embrace her for her kiss, he laid another 
pair of white and red roses in her arms.

Lydia came down last. Her hair was still in ringlets tight against her 
head. She wore chandelier earrings with multi-hued stones. Her blouse 
was a tight Lycra pixie tank in various hues of red and gold that showed 
off her tiny, obviously bra-less breasts. Her black skirt was ruffled 
silk that ended at mid thigh and her three-inch heels stretched her legs 
enticingly. When he kissed her, he laid the white and red rose in her 
arms, with an additional purple one.

"My beloved Ladies, the white and red roses indicate we are united. 
Lydia received the third rose, because, when I first saw her, she took 
my breath away and allows me to catch it only occasionally."

Again hand in hand, they made their way to the large warehouse type 
building that the "King's Feaste" was held in. Tucked under his arm was 
the sack from his earlier shopping jaunt. The tables were three quarters 
full, but they had no problem finding an empty one. Nick sat at the 
head, with Connie and Jeanvieve to his right and left, and Lydia beside 
Connie. A pair of college students dressed as serving wenches approached 
and tucked an oversized napkin under Nick's chin, then draped them in 
the laps of his three companions.

As one filled the pewter mugs before them with apple juice, another 
brought a plate of fruits and cheese squares. Connie looked on amused as 
the girls fawned over Nick, asking his name and then addressing him as 
Sir Nick. But she also noticed something was missing from the table. 
There were large metal platters set before each of them, but no 
silverware. "Excuse me, but we seem to be missing utensils." 

She didn't see the grin on Nick's face as the serving girl replied, 
"Here you are, dear," and set the knife that had been hidden at the top 
of the platter on her plate. When Connie looked at Nick, he merely 
smiled and picked up a small handful of fruit and cheese and set it on 
his plate. Jeanvieve and Lydia followed suit, and Connie finally did so 
as well. Lydia looked at Nick with a grin and held up a grape, making a 
small throwing motion. Nick opened his mouth, and Lydia easily plopped 
the grape between his lips. He made a show of chewing it like it was the 
finest he'd eaten.

Soon they were laughing and having fun, as the girls took turns feeding 
him and he returned the favor. Then the show started. The story involved 
a young apprentice guardsman required to show his skills before the King 
to win a place in the King's Guard. The twist was that only the 
guardsman's mentor knew he was really a woman. As the woman displayed 
her skill with the bow, salad was served. The salad was a small bed of 
greens dressed in a raspberry vinaigrette. And no salad fork. 

The girls looked around, then glanced at Nick. Using his fingers, he 
casually picked up a small amount of the greens and popped it in his 
mouth, and wiped his fingers on the napkin under his chin. The girls 
looked at him, the salads, then at their finery and frowned. Nick 
grinned , bent down and handed out the painter's smocks he'd purchased 
earlier. Laughing out loud, the ladies quickly slipped them on and 
zipped them closed, then followed his lead with the salad. The show 
continued.

When the main course, a Cornish hen stuffed with rice, was served, the 
King announced that His Queen, a French import, had a new toy, called a 
fork. If one wanted one, simply ask your server. Jeanvieve summoned 
their server, and made her request. But when the server offered it, Nick 
confiscated it. "No, Jeanvieve, thou may not have this foreign 
instrument."

Lydia, Connie and Jeanvieve looked at him in surprise, as did the 
serving girl. "Why not?" Jeanvieve demanded.

"You did not ask your Lord and Master's permission. Lydia, what 
punishment should be inflicted on Jeanvieve?"

Lydia grinned as she realized the game. "My Lord, Jeanvieve should be 
spanked."

Nick nodded sagely. "And what thinkest thou, Connie?"

Connie piped up. "My Lord, Jeanvieve should be sent from thy bed for a 
week."

The servant girl blushed at this, wondering if the four were playing 
around, or if the second punishment might indeed be a punishment.

"And who should take her place?"

"M'Lord, Lydia and I can keep you entertained while our sister is 
absent."

"I'll think about it. Mayhap I will have your sisters spank you, 
Jeanvieve." He turned to the now furiously blushing college student. 
"Please give Lydia and Connie forks, and I will take one as well."

The girl did so, watching him with amusement and interest before going 
to her next table. Jeanvieve looked outraged as her girlfriends began to 
daintily tear apart their birds with knife and fork. She glared at Nick, 
and watched as he used the knife to remove the leg, then dig into the 
stuffing. He carefully slid the knifepoint between his lips, then chewed 
the rice mix he pulled from the blade. When he saw he had her attention, 
he handed her the fork he'd seized. "You're still going to get a 
spanking, though."

She looked at him, then at her two friends, and licked her lips  at the 
possibilities. Dinner was deliciously fun, and the show ended happily, 
with the young guardswoman winning her position, and the captain's 
heart.

The girls slipped their smocks off as Nick went to find their serving 
wench. "You were a good sport while we were tweaking Jeanvieve. Split 
this amongst the crew," he handed her a c-note, "This is for you." He 
placed a heavy golden coin in her palm. She looked down at the coin. 
Above the woman on the top it said "Liberty", and when she turned it 
over, it read "United States of America" and had an eagle landing at 
it's nest.

"Sir? This is real gold!"

"I know, so when you sell it, make sure you check gold prices first. 
Today it was worth four hundred." He laughed and kissed her cheek before 
turning to go. She closed her hand firmly over the coin, then 
reconsidered. She slipped the c-note in her pocket, then hurried to show 
her friends the coin.

"We saw you kiss her. She's cute, but we don't want to share you with 
anyone else." Connie stood before him with her hands on her hips. Nick 
laughed and gathered his sweet ladies together. 

"Ok, it's 7:15. Time for you to lead us to our theater, Lydia."

"Oh, haven't you figured out which one?" She teased. 

"I looked at the schedule, but I have no idea which one you picked. Lead 
on Mac Duff!"

She led them to the "H.M.S Pinafore". They had a blast, laughing their 
heads off and cheering loudly as the cast came out for their final bow. 
They were home shortly before 11, and Nick kissed Lydia and Jeanvieve 
goodnight before leading Connie to his bedroom.

Nick opened his arms to Connie, and she dashed to embrace him. He 
wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately as he held her 
tight. 

"Nick, that day in the pool was exciting. Yesterday in the car was good 
sex. But tonight, I want to be your lover, all night long."

He led her to the bed, still holding her tightly. "Sweet Connie, anytime 
you choose, I would be honored to have you as my lover. Tonight is but 
the first." 

As she stood by the bed, he unbuttoned her dress to the waist, and then 
slid the sleeves off her shoulders. The dress slid gracefully off her, 
revealing matching white lace bra and panties. He was amused to also see 
the tops of white boys crew socks sticking out of her cowboy boots. She 
followed his glance and shrugged. "Sometimes the tops rub on my legs. A 
long skirt hides many sins." She smiled at him, and he admitted that 
yesterday's drive proved that.

"Sit down on the bed, and I'll see if I can get them off." It was 
actually easy, except her sock came off in the first boot. The second 
one slipped off easily, and he teasingly stripped the white cotton from 
her other foot. 

"Lydia says it's fun to undress you wearing lingerie. She says you like 
to admire your lover. I'd guess she's right." Connie slipped the coat of 
his suit off and tossed it on the sitting room chair, covering her 
dress. Then she untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off 
him. "I remember the first time I saw you in the gym. You have improved 
a great deal, Nick."  She kissed his shoulders and then ran her tongue 
lightly across one nipple, watching it react strongly. "I like a 
sensitive man," she admitted.

Then she reached down and took hold of his belt, loosening it with a tug 
before slipping her hand in his waistband before unbuttoning his pants. 
She slowly knelt before him, drawing his slacks down as she moved. When 
she lifted his foot to slide the leg off, she was vexed to find him 
still wearing shoes. "How did Lydia know you were shoeless yesterday?"

"I never wear shoes at home. Wintertime, I go stocking footed, 
summertime, barefoot."

"How come you have shoes on now?" She asked as she untied the one she 
held and slipped it off, followed quickly by his sock.

"I had other things on my mind when I came in here. First and foremost 
kissing you."

"I guess I will have to forgive you, then. Other leg, please."

Then he stood before her, his black briefs hiding what looked to her an 
interesting bulge. She decided to investigate and tugged the briefs 
down, pleased with the cause of said bulge. Not particularly long or 
thick, but she knew it worked very nicely. She wondered if it would 
taste as good as it had in the car. There was only way to find out. She 
carefully slid her lips over his instrument, taking it in with little 
difficulty. Yep, delicious and perfect for this. Nick's hands settled 
lightly on her head, caressing her hair as she pleasured him orally. 

Nick slid his cock out of her lips gently, then leaned down to help her 
to her feet. When she was standing before him, he reached around her and 
unhooked her strapless bra, then tossed it on top of the chair. Then he 
laid her back on the bed and knelt beside her. He took hold of the 
waistband of her panties and drew them off her hips and down her legs. 
She was completely hairless. Then he began to caress the insides of her 
legs from ankle to knee, then higher as she spread them apart.  When she 
was amply spread, he kissed up legs, alternating legs until he was 
kissing the very tops of her thighs and she was breathing quickly.

Then he ran his tongue along the puffy outer lips, then took a long and 
deep stroke with his tongue, spreading her open and ending with hard 
pressure upon her clit. He continued to caress her sex, sometimes 
pressing his tongue inside her, other times sucking the little nubbin of 
hypersensitive nerves.

He brought her to orgasm twice with his mouth before kissing up her 
body. As he began to minister to her breasts, he rubbed the tip of his 
cock against her well-lubricated opening. Connie wrapped her legs around 
him, and as he bit her gently, pulled him into her.

Their bodies moved hesitantly for a moment, then found a mutually 
pleasing rhythm. And as they coupled for pleasure, his mouth on hers 
made them lovers. And lovers they became twice more before sleep finally 
erased the night. 


Nick again awoke first, and made the coffee run. But this morning, he 
didn't wake anyone else up. He sat at the table in the bedroom and read 
the paper, sipping coffee and often looking at the sleeping beauty in 
the bed. Connie was hugging her pillow tight, the sheet had pulled down 
slightly, letting him admire her naked shoulders and most of her back. 
He decided the first chance he got, he was going to give some massages. 
He'd made love to all three women, but the thought of spending an hour 
or two just letting his fingers caress them was heavenly. He looked at 
the clock beside the bed. Almost 8:00. He was going to have to wake the 
ladies after all.

He moved to the connecting door and knocked softly. The door opened and 
he couldn't decide if he was disappointed or relieved when Lydia 
answered, dressed for the day. The kiss she gave him made him glad she 
was here, though. Then she spied the coffee cups and slid past him into 
the second bedroom.

After fixing coffee for all the girls, and summoning Jeanvieve, all 
three of them climbed on the bed and woke Connie with caressing lips. 
Connie stretched and turned over, opening her eyes slowly and smiling at 
them somewhat shyly. The shyness disappeared when first Nick, then Lydia 
and Jeanvieve kissed her lovingly on her soft lips. "Wake up, 
sleepyhead." Lydia teased her as she moved the open coffee cup under her 
nose. Connie sat up and took the java thankfully.

Half an hour later, they sat at the dining room table, enjoying 
pancakes, scrambled eggs with cheese and sausage links along with fresh 
hot coffee.  "So what are the plans for today, sweet Nicolas?" Jean 
asked.

Before answering, Nick turned to Maggie. "Mrs. Shaunnessy, could I ask a 
large favor of you?"

"Certainly, Mr. Essex."

"Would you be able to launder some things for us?"

"I would imagine so. What did you need laundered?"

Nick explained about Connie's desire to take them out dancing that 
night. But the only one with clothing that would have been appropriate 
for the honky-tonks was Connie. Nick had decided they would go shopping, 
and if Mrs. Shaunnessy could get the new clothing laundered, they would 
still be able to go do a little more sight seeing during the day. Since 
this was the first the girls had heard about a shopping trip, they tried 
to raise objections. Nick simply ignored their protests, and Mrs. 
Shaunnessy agreed to have anything they brought back ready for the 
evening.  

After looking in the yellow pages, Nick had the addresses of a couple of 
stores that specialized in western wear, and again played navigator to 
Lydia's pilot. The girls quickly found skirts and blouses they liked, 
but Lydia and Jeanvieve decided not to risk new boots for the evening. 
Nick demanded Connie buy a new outfit for her even when she argued the 
dress she'd worn the night before was perfectly fine. Then the women 
went to work on Nick. They found a nice western style shirt first, then 
bought a string tie to go with it. Then they sat back and made him try 
on jeans. The first ones he tried on were soundly rejected. Gradually, 
the jeans got tighter and tighter, until Nick was getting uncomfortable. 
He knew he was looking a lot better than he used to, but he thought this 
was getting ridiculous. Then the ladies demanded that he face away from 
them as they made admiring comments on his ass. But what really decided 
their choice was when they found they could bounce pennies of the seat 
of the last pair. Nick just hoped they didn't shrink when Mrs. 
Shaunnessy washed them. Then Lydia pulled his camera out of her bag and 
took a couple of pictures of his posterior. When they showed him the 
pictures, he had to admit that for a man's butt, it didn't look bad. But 
if he had to wear these jeans for them, he expected to see similar jeans 
on them when they got back to Salt Lake. He also decided to wait on the 
boots. Breaking them in on the dance floor wasn't the best way to get 
used to them.

"What now?" Connie asked when they'd turned their new clothing over to 
their landlady.

"How about a hike? We could drive to one of the trailheads and hike to 
the overlook and back. Maybe do a couple of trails if we wanted too. 
Take a picnic lunch, maybe some sandwiches from Subway in the cooler."

His three companions decided that this sounded like a fine idea. 
Everyone had packed comfortable walking shoes, because the girls had 
actually expected to do some walking the day before, until Nick offered 
the helicopter idea. The girls went up to change shoes, and Nick went up 
to collect his inhalers and cell. He was taking his pill when Lydia came 
up behind him. "What do you take those for, Nick?"

He held up the pill bottle. "This? It's for my diabetes."

"Diabetes? I thought you did injections for that?"

"Type I, or juvenile diabetes, you often do. That's because your body 
doesn't produce insulin, so you have to inject it every so often. I have 
what they call 'adult onset' or type II diabetes. My body makes the 
insulin, but the cells won't absorb it properly. This helps the insulin 
absorb like it's supposed to be."

"Let's be honest though, Nick. You don't eat like a diabetic." 

"I know, but since I met you I've been doing a lot better. In fact, I 
think the doc will be pleased with the results when I see him next 
month. Shall we go?"

He led her downstairs to where Connie and Jean waited. First stop was 
the Subway down the road. As they got out, Nick noticed the sporting 
good store across the road. "Order me a sandwich with lots of meat, and 
just a little mustard," he asked of Lydia. "I'll be back before the 
sandwiches are done."

He jogged across the road and entered the store, quickly catching the 
sales clerk. "I need a good day pack, something with pockets for two 
bottles of water, and a pair of grommets for two more. Also a good all-
purpose first aid kit." Within minutes he had exactly what he wanted, 
and was jogging over to the gas station convenience store. Ahh, good, 
they still had some of the Evian bottles with the loop tops. He bought 
two of those, and two liters of Aquafina, two bags of ice, and half 
dozen packages of trail mix. "Oh, give me a plenti-pak of gum, too."

He stuck the gum in his jacket pocket, tucked the liters in the pockets 
on each side of the backpack, and hooked the Evian to the grommets 
hanging at the bottom of the pack, then tossed the trail mix in to the 
main chamber with the first aid kit. Putting the pack on was a bit 
awkward, but he soon had it comfortable and he strolled back to Lydia's 
car. The girls looked at him curiously.

"First, better safe then sorry. Now, I'll be the first to admit, if I'm 
alone, I take stupid risks. After all, I only endanger me.  However, 
today, I have three women I adore with me. I'm certainly not taking 
risks with your safety. If we have an accident, we have our cell phones. 
But it still may take time for help to arrive. So, we have water, a 
first aid kit, and some grub just in case." The ladies just shook their 
heads and hopped in the car.

The day was uneventful until they arrived at the first overlook. Nick 
led them to the bench that awaited weary travelers. "I've been thinking 
about Jeanvieve's punishment."

Jeanvieve looked at him in surprise, having put the incident at the 
Feast out of her mind. Lydia and Connie grinned when he reminded them of 
the same incident. "Banning Jeanvieve from her Lord's bed doesn't seem 
like a very wise punishment. Yes, it cause's her unhappiness, but it 
seems to me it punishes her Lord as much as it does Jeanvieve. I think a 
good spanking would be most effective."

"What? You can't... Nick, you wouldn't! Oh please, you're not serious!"

"Quite serious. The question though is where and when such punishment 
will be applied. I will let you choose: Here, before the Goddess, 
overlooking one of her great achievements. In my bedroom tonight. Or 
after we return to Salt Lake, at a time and day to be decided after our 
return. Be aware, though I will hold you, Jeanvieve, your sisters in 
adoration will apply the actual spanking. Or do you choose to not play 
along?"

Jeanvieve thought about it for a while. She hadn't thought that corporal 
punishment was a turn on for her. But she realized the thought of being 
held and helpless while someone paddled her was making her pussy itch. 
"Can I make a couple of rules, m'Lord? I realize if these rules are 
acceptable, that we will most likely need to wait until we are home in 
Salt Lake."

"I'm listening."

"First, all participants must be nude."

Nick looked at Lydia and Connie for any negative reaction. He was kind 
of surprised to see none. "Agreed."

"As the holder, you have to hold me as I request, as long as it doesn't 
interfere with the punishment."

"Agreed."

"While I am being punished, the punishers must accept any touches I 
apply to them that do not interfere with the punishment."

He again looked at the other two women. They looked intrigued, and 
nodded agreement. "Such touches may not be painful. Otherwise, agreed."

"Then I will accept my punishment at my sisters' convenience." She stood 
up, then leaned down to kiss Nick, Lydia and Connie. Then she laughed 
and started skipping down the trail back to the car. The other three 
watched for a minute then gave gleeful chase.

They made two more hikes, and Nick got lots of pictures of the canyon, 
and his sweet ladies with the canyon in the background. They were back 
at the B & B by 6, and after showering and dressing in their new finery, 
made their way to the only tavern that offered food, dancing and a live 
band. 

The food was good, Nick and Lydia both had a very large burger, Connie 
had a salad with a big pile of broiled chicken on top, and Jeanvieve had 
a small steak. The four shared a huge plate of home fries and another of 
onion rings, all washed down with draft beers. Then Connie had them all 
up and dancing. The crowd was pretty good for a mid-week night, and the 
two who weren't dancing with Nick easily found another partner to occupy 
them. Nick found himself dancing with several partners besides his 
ladies as well, and Connie got her chance to instruct them all in some 
line-dancing. All in all, it was great fun.

They got back about midnight, and after goodnight kisses all around, 
Jeanvieve and Nick shut the connecting door. Nick had barely turned from 
the door when a naked Jeanvieve was tearing at his belt and the buttons 
on his fly. "Oh god, Nick, you have no idea how hard the last two nights 
have been on me! Knowing that Lydia and Connie had you, how bad I wanted 
to be them, or with the both of you!"

Her words ended abruptly as she filled her mouth with his cock, sucking 
it strongly as her tongue lashed around his shaft. Nick groaned at her 
assault, knowing from past experience she wouldn't let him last long. 
Jeanvieve was the first woman he'd met who looked at fellatio as a treat 
for herself, not a prelude to intercourse, or part of mutual pleasure. 
Jeanvieve truly loved the feel of a cock in her mouth, and delighted in 
the sensation of her lover's climax. When he was about to explode, Nick 
caressed her cheek. At this signal, she locked her lips around the tip 
of his cock and stroked him to climax. When she'd drained his initial 
orgasm, he could feel her swirling it around in her mouth, her lips 
still holding him trapped as she mixed it with her saliva, then 
swallowed happily.

Jeanvieve released him and stood to press herself against him. His arms 
closed around her, one hand stroking her spine gently as the other 
massaged her glorious bottom. He kissed her, his lips parting for her 
tongue to explore him. He could taste himself in the kiss, but knew the 
fact that he would kiss her after her act aroused her immensely. "Get 
undressed, I want to suck you again. But this time, you can eat me too."

Nick quickly undressed and sprawled back on the bed. Jean crawled on top 
of him, pressing her groin against his lips as she again engulfed him. 
The second time was much more relaxed as she let him pleasure her nether 
lips. His tongue swept across her sex, licking up much of the moisture 
that had seeped out. Then he slid his forefinger into her, twisting it 
around as she grunted and thrust against it. When it was completely 
soaked with her lubricant, he began to lick and tease her clit as he 
slid the slippery digit into her tight pink ass. She was soon climaxing 
as his mouth and tongue tortured her clit and his finger rubbed inside 
her bottom.

"Enough, Nick. Time to put this lovely cock to even better use." She 
lifted off his face and slid off his finger, then turned to face him. 
She took his cock in her hand and sank down on it, easily engulfing it 
in her very wet pussy. After half dozen strokes, she lifted off him and 
pressed the tip against her little bud. She leaned back, giving him a 
nice view of her semi-parted lips and his cock head pressing against 
her. Then his cock was disappearing into the tight warmth of her anal 
cavity. 

She began to rise up and down, fucking her ass on his lovely cock. She 
remained leaning back, giving him access to her vagina. He slid two 
fingers inside her, and quickly found her g spot. He caressed the inside 
of her sex, then began to rub her clit with his thumb. Jeanvieve groaned 
and clenched her pussy around his probing fingers, still riding the 
invader up her bottom. It wasn't long before her vagina was spasming 
around his fingers, and her juices were running out of her and coating 
the hand between her legs.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she breathed as each spasm raced up her spine. 
Then she was pulling his fingers out of herself and bouncing wildly on 
his cock. She pushed his hand to his mouth, staring hungrily as he 
licked her pussy juices off. Then she was sitting on his pubic hair, 
grunting and rubbing back and forth as she felt his cock throbbing 
inside her, feeling each splash of his semen against her rectum. He 
lifted his knees behind her, keeping her from falling backward, and 
snapping his erection off. Instead, when she swooned, she fell into his 
comfortable arms.

She lay there for a while, letting mini tremors run through her system, 
then orgasming again as he finally slipped out of her. "Oh god Nick. I 
love doing you with my ass!"

When she looked up, he leaned down and kissed her passionately. "I love 
watching you make love to me." Jeanvieve grinned shyly, then stretched 
out on him, loving the way he held her close, the feeling of skin 
against skin from her breasts to her toes. They lay that way for most of 
the night, for a while with his cock in her vagina as they made love 
again, but mostly just comfortably entwined.

During a quiet interlude, Nick spoke softly to her. "Did you enjoy your 
nights with Lydia and Connie?"

"Ummhmm. I was surprised Connie was as accepting as she was. She let me 
touch her first, and reciprocated easily. She's a delightful lover."

"I should have knocked, let you cover up a little."

Jeanvieve laughed softly. "I wish we'd had more time after you came in. 
I'd have invited you to watch, and maybe join in."

Nick chuckled, and the little twitch against her leg let her know the 
idea had definite merits. "And Lydia?"

If there'd been more light, he could have seen her blush. As it was, he 
felt the skin against his chest warm slightly. "Lydia and I... Well, 
we've been lovers before. Not very often, but a few times when we needed 
something special and didn't have a partner to help. The first time was 
after Lydia broke up with a guy she'd been seeing regularly. After that, 
it was easy when we both had the need."

"And did you ask either of them about your wish?"

"I did. They both like the idea of a threesome with you and me. 
Actually, Lydia mentioned a foursome. I admit, I'd never thought to take 
it that far, but I like the idea."

Jeanvieve then showed Nick just how much the idea appealed to her.


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I may, indeed, be guilty, but no proof can you present

Ego sis, vero, consto redarguo, autem nullus argumentum licet vos offero

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