Dear Dirty Diary - part 17

Dear Dirty Diary

In the second week of October, a furnace inspector informed Louise we needed a new fuel oil tank and pointed out that the current furnace could never heat our attic apartment. A heating contractor quoted $15,800 for a new high efficiency unit with central air conditioning. The bed and breakfast income had been nominal at best for our first season so we had a situation on our hands. Neither Doug nor I wanted to forsake our spacious attic for the cramped but warm guest rooms on the second floor. We did some research and eventually discovered some propane-fired space heaters that would suffice. We couldn’t expect Louise to pay for them out of her meager earnings, so my husband and I agreed to pay for the upgrades. Unfortunately all our investments were locket in and we really didn’t have access to $6500 for the heaters and the hot tub we’d paid for on a credit card.

We discussed different ways to finance it, when out of the blue Louise suggested we print, bind and sell copies of my dirty diary. She felt that the accuracy and intensity of it all might appeal to women wanting something different to read. I knew my computer and new printer were quite capable of desktop printing, so we decided to give it a try. Doug however, suggested we contact a lawyer to find out the legalities of a project like this.

The consultation with the lawyer proved fruitful and the only thing he was concerned over was that Michelle and Amy still had part of this in my old computer. He suggested we obtain written permission from all parties depicted in my diaries. It came to me in a flash. We could host a reunion or something and get permission at that time. Thanksgiving was the initial thought but Halloween won out since a costume party and dance with free lodging would surely attract them all. We emailed everyone, received positive replies from absolutely everyone and set about planning our gala.

Decorating the outside would be no problem but doing up the basement would be a challenge and sl**ping accommodations would be difficult. After much deliberation, we decided that the available beds, sofas and reclining chairs would suffice even if some local gals became too d***k to go home. By the middle of October the attic heaters and the new fuel tanks were installed and paid for on credit card. The house was cozy and tidy by the following week and we had only the decorations and snacks left to purchase.

On October 29, a car pulled up in the driveway and out popped Amy and Michelle. They brought costumes and decorations in plastic garbage bags, plus two bushels of apples and six bottles of hard cider wine from Archibald’s as well as a huge fuzzy green Coleman air bed They moved all their stuff into the basement because they wanted to create a dungeon playroom down there.

Connie and Althea as well as Rija and her companion, Karla arrived the following day and moved into their old rooms. All afternoon the seven of us decorated outside. Every time we opened the cellar door, we were told to get lost by the Dungeon Rats who were denying everyone access to the hot tub and exercise equipment down there. Amy and Michelle finally came up for air in time when the Chinese takeout arrived at 5 pm.

We rushed through supper, dressed and by 6:30 we were ready for the Trick or Treaters. Michelle and Amy came upstairs dressed as pirates with bandanas, patches over one eye and sponge play swords from the Dollerama stuffed in their belts. Outspoken Connie was perfect as an obnoxious Octoberfest barmaid in her long full dress, billowy peasant blouse and her comic tart makeup. Aptly, Althea was dressed as a Tyrolean dancer, complete with hat, white shirt, leather shorts and lederhosen. I thought Rija’s white lab coat with stethoscope and white pantyhose and her companion Karla’s hospital gown and slippers could have been more original. But when Louise made her entrance dressed as Minnie Mouse I was definitely amused. When Doug stepped noisily down those two flights of stairs and ambled down the hall, that six and a half foot high, yellow-feathered, orange-legged Big Bird really unsettled me! I sashayed over to him and asked him if something was going on that I should know about. “Naw, we thought it would be fun to dress up just for you,” said my husband.

Knocks on the front door signaled the onslaught of Trick or Treaters. The toddlers were so cute and some of their parents dressed up to accompany them on their loot collection rounds. By eight o’clock the stream of tykes had vanished, I presume to devour their booty. Suddenly vehicle doors slamming hinted that a new surge was about to besiege us. This time however, the knocks came from the side door where Louise ushered in two vanloads of revelers. The Richelieu River gals had arrived! Coats were hung up and it quickly became apparent they were identically costumed and were to be referred to as the “Bawdy Beekeepers.” Ever one of them was wearing a Shoppers d**g Mart “West Nile Virus” mosquito suit. They were covered from head to toe in sheer brown netting and you couldn’t tell one from another through their veiled headdresses. One thing I could tell, however, was that they all were completely nude underneath those suits! They said virtually nothing. Instead they buzzed amongst themselves in a peculiar little language only they pretended to understand.

As Louise and Connie herded them all downstairs, I heard a knock at the front door. Upon opening it a crack, a familiar voice said “Trick or Treat!” and into the light stepped Princess St. Regis, the boarder guard! She held out a loot bag and asked if there were any treats for a tired Mohawk princess. I let her in just in time for her to see Big Bird usher the last beekeeper down the stairs.

As I offered her a choice of candies, I asked, “How did you?”

“Find you?” she completed. She reminded me that I hinted at where we lived when I squealed away from the border crossing. “Besides that, your husband hand delivered an invitation to me last week,” she added.

I couldn’t believe that Doug would invite such a bitch, but after a few seconds I realized my encounter with her was in my diary too. “Actually I have a treat for you as well.” She continued and handed me a plastic food bag. Inside I found a small videocassette tape and my screw-drill. “I thought it was the least I could do to make sure these didn’t get into the wrong hands and cause untold embarrassment for you.”

“So what’s this all about?” Princess Small Hands St. Regis asked as she looked toward the cellar door.

“It’s a small party amongst special acquaintances to kick off a fund-raiser,” I answered with reasonable accuracy and then asked her if she’d like to join in.

I hung up her Customs jacket with the others. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs with my U.S. Customs agent, in full uniform, following me. As I stepped down the stairs, I saw a sea of candles! They were everywhere, flickering away in glasses and jars. I stepped cautiously onto the basement floor into the semi-darkness of the room. I saw constant movement but it took a good thirty seconds until my eyes adjusted to the dim light. I walked carefully around, searching for familiar faces but mostly I saw veiled heads.

Suddenly a flashlight lit up under the Connie’s chin and she barked out, “Belly up to the Barmaid ladies, we’ve got enough grog to set us all on our asses!”

Connie handed me a small flashlight then looped what I thought was a lei over my head. But upon flashlight examination it appeared to be a small Dollerama water bottle on a string, filled with hard cider. In less than five minutes, everyone had cider and flashlights were spontaneously lighting up like mating fireflies all over the room.

I noticed St. Regis seemed a little confused by what she saw. Suddenly substantial tape hiss entered my ears. Immediately after, I heard Chris Isaak’s signature guitar lick reverberate from the loud speakers. As always, I choked up and began to tear when the intro echoed through the room. The mirrored disco ball in the center of the ceiling lit up and started to revolve, swirling pinpoints of light throughout the crowd. Out of the darkness sauntered Big Bird, who seemed to have grown a dangly ten inch long dildo-penis between his legs. He put one hand around my back, took my right hand in his left and led me into a slow, sultry dance.

As always, I choked up and began to tear when “Wicked Games” echoed through the room. The mirrored disco ball in the center of the ceiling lit up and started to revolve, swirling pinpoints of light throughout the crowd. Out of the darkness sauntered Big Bird, who seemed to have grown a dangly ten inch long dildo-penis between his legs. He put one hand around my back, took my right hand in his left and led me into a slow, sultry dance. As Chris Isaak wailed out the chorus, Louise yelled out “Snowball!” then cut in to dance with me. Doug spun around and pulled Minette from the crowd. Thirty seconds later, after the next chorus, Louise repeated, “Snowball!”

She too took a tall beekeeper as a partner. Doug took Althea, Jeanine grabbed Michelle and I pulled out Connie. As I whirled about I noticed Rija had removed her lab coat and was showing off a naughty-nurse outfit with white bustier, white nylons, a tiny tutu skirt with crinoline and what appeared to be a speculum dangling from a golden chain in her cleavage. After the next Snowball I noticed Karla’s hospital gown ties were loosened off at the back and all she wore underneath was fishnet stockings with her slippers and a black thong. After the last Snowball, everyone was dancing with someone except for St. Regis who nervously fingered her riot stick.

I went up to her brazenly, spread open my arms to her and smiled as I said, “When in Rome…”

To my surprise, she accepted my invitation to dance as the song ended. I was ready to back off but Emmylou Harris began “Wreckin’ Ball” and urged me to step up to her once more.

As we danced at a safe distance, she leaned over and whispered, “You know that if this crew of yours ever attempt to cross the border, I could have them all arrested.”

I bent over and whispered back, “You’re out of your jurisdiction here and in a country where it’s OK to do stuff like this, aren’t you?”

She pulled me tight against her, squashing my boobs into hers and spat back, “Maybe so, but I’ll bet I’ve been places in you no one else here has ever been!”

I ground my thigh into her crotch and snapped back, “Big Bird, Minnie Mouse and every toy at the disposal of all these Beekeepers have been places you can only fanaticize of, Tough Stuff!”

As her eyes glared into mine, I lifted my knee with all the strength I could muster and lifted her up on her tiptoes.

“Bitch!” she growled.

“Princess!” I returned with a wicked grin and gave her pussy a good kneecap grind before I let her down.

In the darkness she slipped her riot stick out of its holster, whipped it up between my thighs! The customs agent pulled me real close to her then jammed the cold leather prod into the crotch of my tights and pushed hard. The tables were definitely turned as her strong steady pressure stretched my pantyhose into me and f***ed me up on my tiptoes. As the song thankfully ended she gave me a puzzlingly lustful look.

“That was the most exciting dance I’ve ever had, Laura. May I have another before the night is through?” she cooed as she held my hand most tenderly.

I had just enough time to nod my head before Louise’s hand grabbed mine and spun me around as Mary Chapin Carpenter began to sing “Country Dance.”

This time tears of joy filled my eyes as I looked around the room. Sparkling light beams, sparkling eyes, sparkling spirits, sparkling sights and the sparkling wine all reflected the splendor of the moment into my misty eyes as I surveyed the room. Everywhere I glanced women were slow dancing and whirling about to that forgotten song’s melancholy lyrics. I hugged my best friend tight for a while, then since they both knew how important that song’s lyrics were to me, I pulled my husband in do dance as an awkward threesome.

When it finished, Doug said, “It’s time to make your pitch now.”

He paused the music and I lit my flashlight under my chin. “Ladies, may I have your attention!” I requested in my strongest voice. With all faces watching me, I continued with: “We have gathered you all here together this evening to celebrate freedoms we all have enjoyed these months in this old house. We have developed a close bond amongst us through incidents and pastimes that have flourished inside these walls. At this time I think we should all drink a toast to our hostess Louise, whose example has given us all new direction. Before we get back to some serious partying I must confess that I’ve been chronicling events of my life in a personal diary. We’re planning on converting it into paperback form and hope to earn enough from it’s sales to cover house improvements. Since you all are mentioned in the text, I need you all to sign a consent document before you leave.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” came an outburst from Michelle. “Do any of you people have any idea what Mom here actually writes of?” she asked out then continued, “I think Laura should read a chapter or two out loud for us all to hear so then you’ll all know exactly what you’re consenting to and be able to consider how much her dirty little diary might effect its readers!”

By the time Big Bird dragged his workshop stool out and got me settled, Louise returned back downstairs with my computer. As I brought up my diary on the screen, Connie went around topping up everyone’s wine bottles. As she filled mine I noticed the gathered elastic neckline of her blouse had slipped down somewhat. In fact, her big bra-less hooters had completely spilled out onto her serving tray and she was using her considerable cleavage to steady the cider bottle. “Oh well,” I thought as I took a sip. Louise lit a flashlight under my chin as I read the introduction and halfway through the first chapter without hardly a pause. However, when I got to the spicier sections, I peeked around to gauge my others’ reactions. Similar expressions appeared upon many faces when I recited crucial or pivotal passages. It seemed to me that much of my audience was held spellbound by my words. When I recounted Doug’s eating those carrots at the end of my first chapter’s narration, giggles, raised eyebrows and agape mouths were the most common reactions, except for Michelle’s.

The second I closed my notebook, she began: ”I for one, am afraid that impressionable people might act rashly after reading Laura’s diary. I saw more than one of you tip your candles and stick your fingers in the jars to feel how hot the wax really was. I mean, unstable women might get carried away and do crazy stuff, like say, sitting on her s****r-in-law, shaving off all her pubic hair, r****g her and making a love slave of her thereafter!”

I replied, “Do you still think you’re going to burn in hell because Amy makes you cum better than Brad?”

Amy immediately got right in her face with, “Well do you?”

Michelle stared into her eyes for five heartbeats, said, “Yes, but I’m well past the point of caring any longer!” then gave Amy a passionate, soulful kiss on her lips.

“Let the good times roll then!” roared Connie and Doug cranked up the music once more.

As Brooks and Dunn sang “Neon Moon,” my Big Bird spun me around the dance floor. Everywhere I glanced as we danced I saw glimpses of bare bottoms, triangles of pubic hair and deep pink nipples lurking under those see-through brown suits. I saw dark brown aureoles peeking out of the cups of a bustier, puffy white blouses atop short flippy mini skirts and long sponge swords hint of lusty romps gone by and perhaps more to come. I saw sides of large melon breasts spilled out of the barmaid’s blouse squashed from view by a lover’s embrace and a beautiful Minnie gasp from my nipple twist as I backed Big Bird up against her.

When I saw St. Regis cornered by round little Jeanine, I led my husband over to see what was up. Jeanine showed the Princess into the hot tub room briefly then leaned on the exercise bike room door. As we got within earshot, I heard Jeanine remark to the customs agent how buff she appeared and asked her if she’d liked working out on exercise bikes. As Doug whirled me I lost track of their conversation but by the time I spun back around, the light inside flicked on as the door closed!

Since I was in the corner, I peeked inside the hot tub room to see what the girls had done in there. There were dozens of apples floating in my Jacuzzi, obviously for some kind of an apple-bobbing contest. When the song was over, I saw Michelle lead Connie and several Bee Keepers, in the process of removing their headwear, toward the tub. As I looked around, I saw Amy lead another group into Doug’s workshop, where for the first time, I saw lit candles as well. While Big Bird fiddled with his music, I gave Minnie a hug and squeezed her bum cheeks and then gave her a big sultry kiss. Somebody called out that a drink had been spilled, so while she looked after that, I poked my nose into the workshop.

Another four Richelieu Gals had removed their hot headdresses and were sitting on folding chairs while a fifth was hanging onto bungee straps attached to the rafters for dear life. Amy was securing her ankles well apart using additional bungee cord loops anchored to the legs of Doug’s workbench.

When done, she picked up an ordinary little kitchen mixer and plugged it into an extension cord. She plucked a single beater and clicked it into the mixer. Through the blades of the beater, a two-inch wide by ten-inch long strip of ½ inch thick rubbery blue sponge, was crimped.

Amy stepped to Minette’s side from behind and pulled the billowy nylon mesh suit taut across her breasts with her left hand. With her right, she flicked the blender on low speed. As the lone beater spun, the soft tongues of blue sponge all but disappeared in the candlelight. Amy cautiously inched her whirligig closer until we all heard the smacks. Minette winced as the twin tongues slapped up the underside of her right breast’s nipple. After ten seconds or so, Amy maneuvered toward the left nipple. Even in the flickering light we all could see that poor little rock-hard teat crying out for mercy. But no, the smacks resumed once more, flipping and jiggling her left breast berserk!

Satisfied she’d accomplished her intent. Amy switched the beater off so we all could observe the results. Both teats were poking hugely erect through their sheer brown veil. But before poor Minette could catch her breath, Amy swooped down, gave her a wedgy from behind and thrust the beater up between her spread thighs! She moaned and squealed, grunted and groaned as the tapered tongues slapped her labia silly. At that point I realized that Rija and Karla were watching intently over my shoulder.

Rija spoke out,” I think I should examine this poor woman to make sure you haven’t damaged her!”

She lifted up Minette’s top, shone her flashlight all over her breasts then said, ”Hmm.” She tugged down Minette’s pants, crouched down, examined her genitals lightly then split her labia apart with her fingertips and scrutinized them more carefully. Rija ran her fingertips up and then back down Minette’s slit, licked her fingertips off then said with authority, “No external trauma is evident, her clitoris is erect, her vagina is quite moist and as such I see no real problem in continuing this novel treatment. However, before any others submit to this, I believe I should volunteer myself, just to make sure this procedure has no serious short term effects.”

Amy un-looped Minette then re-looped Rija in that alluring spread-eagle position. Amy’s blender whipped Rija’s dark brown right nipple right out of the low-cut cup of her bustier on its first spin! On her left breast’s treatment Amy pulled the flimsy cup down out of the way and spun her up once more. This time Rija winced as the floppy tongues loudly slapped her shiny teats dark burgundy!

“Try my right one again.” She suggested but her lower jaw shivered in time to the rapid smacks for the whole ten seconds.

She gasped for breath anxiously the second Amy stopped. Rija caught her breath after about thirty seconds, humped her hips a little then remarked, “Your nipple abuse technique seems to have created a major tickle down there. Why don’t you see if you can find it with your gadget?”

The instant Amy’s foam tongues licked up her panties’ crotch Rija bristled, but as the seconds ticked by, the relentless slaps must have located her itch. As Amy inched her pussy plunderer upward, Rija’s eyelids closed in lustful abandon. In little more than a minute, Rija’s hips undulated, her knees buckled and then her eyes popped open in obvious post-orgasmic sparkle. Karla helped her to a chair after Amy released Rija from her bonds.

Everyone watched with great concern until Rija turned to her brown-eyed friend and said very clearly, “Oh Baby, it was wonderful. If you let her do you, I’ll give you your favorite after.”

Karla’s eyes glowed like a cocker spaniel’s as she dropped off her hospital gown to show off a cute little stretch-lace bra that perfectly matched her little black thong panties. She slipped her hands through the upper loops, kicked off her slippers then spread her legs so Amy could bungee her to the workbench. Like her previous clients, Amy nipple-whipped Rija’s sweet young patient then plundered her to orgasm. When Amy, the Nasty, freed her from her restraints, instead of letting her sit down, Rija, the Gynecologist, hooked her up to her ankle bungee cords the other way around and bent her over Doug’s workbench. Rija pushed her thong’s crotch out of the way then grumbled that she couldn’t see much in the low light, so I switched on the little fluorescent light above the workbench. She checked her friend over carefully with her little flashlight, spread what I assumed was personal lubricant all over her hand and slick as that, shoved it up into Karla’s pussy! Rija then proceed to give her the internal examination of the century! As she turned her head to look back at Rija, I saw her puppy dog eyes revert back into the crazed predator eyes of a wolf.

At that exact second, young Michelle stormed into the room, ranting how that crazy old bitch was ruining her apple bob! She muttered, “Those big Snow apples floating in the hot tub reminded Connie of her breasts floating in a bathtub, so she stripped down to her panties, climbed into the Jacuzzi and is trying to get others to bob for her tits!”

She looked around behind me, observed Rija deep fisting her “patient” the sputtered out, “You all should be ashamed of yourselves, you voyeurs, watching some perverted side show!”

“Those are fightin’ words bitch!” came a reply from Amy, who had drawn her play sword from her belt. “Oh really!” spat back a thoroughly agitated Michelle, who then assumed a defiant, arms crossed stance. With sword pokes just above Michelle’s left breast to punctuate each word, Amy replied, “Yes! Really!” That did it. The s****r-in-laws glared at each other as they squared off. Relatively sure what was coming next, I stepped back toward the remaining dancers, exclaimed, “Cat Fight!” and waved them in.

The last of them, Big Bird, shuffled in just in time to witness Rija extract her shimmering wet hand so everyone could observe Karla’s fully dilated, well-lubricated vagina with erect clitoris. Suddenly a shriek from Amy drew everyone’s attention back to the foray. Michelle had ripped down her s****r-in-law’s blouse and the fight was on! When Amy struck back with her sword in the manner she did, my suspicions were confirmed. The players, costumes and props were all different but the moves and the spoken lines were all identical! The two were re-creating my fourth chapter cucumber and sausage swordfight with Louise for the amusement of our guests.

Move after move, their staging was magnificent. Everyone in the audience was enthralled with their antics, particularly Louise and I. Amy sword-penetrated and pinned Michelle’s pussy into their airbed after she pushed her backward down onto it. Using sleight of hand, Amy faked the final impalement by bending the foam shaft over between her boobs. While sliding her hands down the play-sword’s shaft, Amy lunged down her upper body. The audience gasped at Michelle’s scream when it appeared as if she’d had eighteen inches of foam rammed into her poor vagina. Michelle rolled her eyes back then shook her legs in apparent critical pain! For dramatic effect, Amy held her final position for a good five seconds then straightened up. As she extracted the seven inches of foam sword actually in Michelle’s pussy, the sword shaft slowly straightened.

The two girls got up off the bed, faced the others, spread out their arms then bowed to their audience. Then Michelle spoke out: “This enactment of the fourth chapter of Laura’s diary is exactly why you all should read what she’s written about you. This is the second time you’ve been influenced by Laura’s words. Make absolutely sure, in your own mind, that no reader might act out dangerously while under Laura’s spell, before you sign.”

I realized right then and there that Michelle did have a point. While we never seriously damaged ourselves, I accepted that some poor unfortunate could poke something in too deep, burn herself, botch a clitoris piercing or bite something off. So I announced that I would give everyone printouts of their chapters for them to examine before they were to d***k or out of control. I zipped upstairs, grabbed the handouts I’d prepared beforehand then began to distribute them. The dungeon dwellers were easy to do since none had left the room yet. Like sheep for the slaughter, they were all waiting their turns to have their tender bits slapped around and their innards inspected by dirty doctor Rija.

I left that room to seek out the others but the dance floor was bare. I followed that familiar clickety-click over to my bike room and opened the door a miniscule crack. In the brighter light, I watched Jeanine, minus her headdress and bottoms climb off my bike then usher St. Regis over for her turn. Jeanine jabbered away incessantly, offering coaching and spotting for her first ride as she undid my Customs agent’s belt and fly. I was sure the riot stick was about to swing but instead, St. Regis unbuttoned her blouse as Jeanine pulled down the border guard’s underwear along with her trousers. Jeanine wiped the dildo clean with alcohol then screwed it down three or four inches for the Princess’s first ride. Louise’s plump little French girlfriend lubed up the length of the fat rubber penis with KY then without any regard whatsoever for who she was dealing with, wiped her fingers off all over that nasty woman’s hairy crotch!

Jeanine helped St. Regis up onto the pedals and guided her onto the big knob. St. Regis cautiously scoped out the corona as it parted her dark pink labia but Jeanine slapped her on her bare buttock and said, “Oh just drop on it Honey, it’ll make you feel alive.”

Impatient with her apprentice’s hesitation, Jeanine placed her hands on St. Regis’ hips and just shoved her down onto it!!! The nasty bitch’s eyes just about popped out of her head and I was so glad I’d witnessed her shock.

“Pedal, pedal, then swivel back and forth hard to get yourself loosened up good!” Jeanine ordered. After thirty seconds or so of twisty pedals, Jeanine told her, “Stand up on the pedals now and pump like you’re riding up a steep hill.”

With her first pump, St. Regis pulled off the dildo on her upsweep. On her freefall the knob smacked hard into her crotch! The springy shaft bent over double, deflected then sprung back up the crack of her ass. As much as I disliked that woman, I really did feel for her pain at that exact second. However, an opportunity to totally embarrass her was too hard to pass up. I rapped twice on the door then just barged in. I told her to stand up straight on the pedals while I checked to see if she was bleeding or bruised then wound the dildo back up to eight inches in length.

“She’s pretty long-legged Jeanine, so you have to give her more length to make sure it doesn’t pop out and hurt her again,” I suggested.

I guided the springy dildo’s corona back against St Regis’ vulva, put my other hand on her shoulder then shoved her back down on it ‘till her ass hit the seat! As I held her down, impaled and squirming on the thickly tapered out base of the dildo, I handed the Princess her printout and told her to sign it if she knew what was good for her. Revenge was never so sweet! I closed the door behind me then listened to the bubbling sounds emanating from the half-open door of the hot tub room. After a minute or so of triumphant gloating I heard the clickety-click resume. It seemed Jeanine didn’t have it out for the Princess and had found someone appropriate to play with.

Giggles and splashes drowned out the bubbling, so I opened the door to see what was going on. Connie had indeed taken over the apple bob and had altered the concept with her own special twist. She was in the tub, up to her neck in floating, bobbing apples. Amongst the shiny wet Macintosh and Delicious were two off-color Northern Snows. Their stems were much thicker and pinker in color than the others. Two of the Richelieu gals had removed their headgear and were taking turns biting at anything they could reach. Through the bubbles and the froth, Celine finally got her teeth into one of those pinkish ones up near Connie’s head. She shook it like a shark then pulled Connie’s big bare breast half out of the water! She let that one go then tried to get a piece of the other one, but each time Celine went for it, Connie pulled it back under the water. She lunged five or six more times at it but all she got for her effort was a frothy chin. When she finally threw in the towel, she probably should have kept it. As Celine backed away from the hot tub, her sopping wet, sheer top clung to her breasts and left absolutely nothing to the imagination!

Jeanine put her hands behind her back, bent over and tried her luck. She practiced first, biting at the smaller Macintosh apples and was quite good at grabbing them. Connie watched with interest, studying her style of attack. When Jeanine went after the big Northern Snows, she was successful only by rolling the apples with her tongue then nipping their stems to get the heavy apples out of the water. When Jeanine set her sights on the two big floaters, Connie pulled them under, just as she did to Celine. She was fooled twice more by Connie’s strategy but on the third try Jeanine just dove in like an otter, chomped and pulled up her prize! Personally I think Connie put up with all the nipple nips just to see the other women’s breasts emerge from the water in those clingy-wet, see-through blouses.

To get enough time alone with Connie to pitch my proposal, I told the others that amusing events were unfolding in the dungeon room. To set the mood to my advantage, I locked the door behind me, put my hands behind my back and asked if a cat could play too. Connie raised herself up a little and bobbed her beauties, a little marked near the nipples, but lovely for a woman in her early fifties. As I moved closer, I pursed my lips to show my intent. The apples began to sink but bobbed up again as I hovered over them. Her right had a couple of hickey-like marks, so I chose it first. I sucked her nipple up with my lips, stretched it a little, licked the teat a few times then released it to splash back into the warm water. I gave it a nice little kiss goodbye then spoke of her chapter’s contents. When she asked how I knew of their actions that night, I explained how their every word traveled through the chests of drawers under the staircase landing.

“So what exactly have you written about me, Laura?” she asked seriously.

When I informed her I’d penned virtually every word that was said that evening, every squeak and squawk that we heard plus everything Louise and I did to each other in response to what we heard, Connie didn’t look particularly amused.

After a moment of reflection, followed by a sigh, both of her breasts submerged then the right one surfaced once more. I replied to her silent request by letting my breasts drop in for a dunk as I sucked up and nibbled her left nipple. When done, I raised up so she could get a good look at my foamy wet boobs then asked her bluntly what it would take for her to sign. Her apples submerged completely once more but after four pounding heartbeats, her pubic mound rose through the foam and s**ttered the clustered Macintosh apples. As a small clump of matted hair showed through her gauzy white cotton panties, Connie hooked her finger around their crotch and pulled it aside to expose her shimmering wet genitalia.

Fully aware of her suggestion, I pulled the wet tights off my head and upper body then climbed into the hot tub with her. Kneeling on its floor, I licked my top lip seductively, lowered my chin into the water, bent forward and speared my tongue right into her fleshy pussy. I swirled my tongue around, slurped it up through her labia and devoured her clitoris.

I sucked it and licked it and shook it all about and that’s when she croaked, “OK, OK, I’ll sign!” Connie reached down, put her hands on my cheeks and said, “No, no, leave something for the others. There’s lots more action here for the both of us if we can stand it, my dear, so go unlock that door so we both can get booby-bobbed.”

Even to me, this sounded pretty outlandish but I heard an uproar come from the dirty dungeon as I reached back and opened the door. I just got back into the far end of the tub in time to hear them chant, “Laura! Laura! Laura! Laura!” as they all filtered back onto the dance floor. It seemed that nipple and pussy slapping was not much of a spectator sport. So to bide the time until their turn came up, all the women read the copies of their chapter and some of the other’s as well. Apparently my provocative words had elevated them into mob-frenzy and they were all determined to confront the author!!! Two at a time, every four or five minutes they filed in for their turn at “Nipping the Nipple.” All of the Richelieu gals were kind to Connie, but Rija, Amy and that Michelle were just plain mean!!! Much to Connie’s delight, the three ganged up on her, stretching her teats and leaving teeth marks all over her aureoles.

When Althea entered the room, a little fit of jealousy came over her when she saw her private territory being despoiled. To attempt revenge on her out of control lover, Althea made a great scene of really giving my boobs a going over. Little did she know that Connie was extracting a little lover’s revenge on her under the blanket of floating apples. As Althea passionately and demonstratively devoured my nipples, Connie was trying her best to bury her big toe through my tights and into my pussy! Not one to be out-done, I returned the favor. But my big toe managed to get up inside the leg of Connie’s panties, wriggle itself in and take its next little toe with it. I couldn’t see Connie for Althea, but I knew she loved the sneakiness of it all, just as much as me. I just kept on givin’ it to her and she kept givin’ it back. Occasionally my toe would get tangled up in her panties so I’d jamb a bit of them into her too.

Introduced to my panties fetish, we were a pair of like minds and we were up to no good. My toes poked, wiggled and jabbed away with great fervor and inexcusable lust! Her toes pushed, jiggled and rubbed away with equal passion through my stretched tights. When I popped mine out and scuffed her clitoris with it, Connie squeezed her legs together, but I just kept on wiggling. Althea peeked around several times at her partner, but Connie kept a poker face, even when her thighs started to tremble. She kept that deadpan expression as she humped away at my foot, even after her nipples stiffened in orgasm!

Connie’s flushed face alarmed Althea, who suggested she’d been in the hot water too long. She helped her rubbery-legged mate out of the tub and dried her off but seemed a little confused over her lover’s disheveled underwear. Althea quickly toweled over her panties to cover up those loose labia lips then frowned back at me. I just faked an expression of disbelief and shrugged my shoulders in mock surprise to keep my little signing bonus a secret.

All alone in the tub, I attempted to climb out but was pushed back under the water. It seemed that since Connie had deserted her post, Michelle felt it was my duty to continue debauching her apple bob. As I soon found out, most of the others felt they were entitled to retribution for what I’d written about them. Twelve more women took their turns abusing my breasts and by the time they were done with me, my boobs felt like they’d been through a wringer. There were nips and hickeys all around my nipples and my perpetually erect teats were in a state of shock. St. Regis was the last to leave and to my surprise only gave my girls tender little kisses. I was relieved she didn’t ravage them like a bull terrier.

But as the Princess left her signed waiver, she said with a sardonic smile: “This evening has been great. Seeing you in your own element has made it crystal clear what motivated our first meeting. Jeanine has opened my eyes to what goes on here and wants me to become a member of the Richelieu River Pirates ladies association. It’s not much further for me to get to work from here, so keep a room open for me on Cards Nights.”

I pulled my perplexed, waterlogged body out or the tub, shut down the jets, wrestled the cover back on and shut out the lights. I blew out the remaining candles but let the bike room be after hearing clickety-clicks through the door. Whispers and rustles came from Amy and Michelle’s dungeon room so I said out loud, “Blow out all the candles before you call it a night girls.”

As I trudged upstairs, I found the living room sofas and chairs all reclined with occupants. On the second floor I found every door open and every bed, chair and sofa in use. The attic door however, was closed so I slipped quietly up around the landing. I was quite unprepared for what I saw when my eyes were drawn to the nightlights beside our bed. On the right side of the bed sat up Minnie, minus her ears, filing her nails. On the extreme left side of the bed sat up Big Bird, minus his mask, with his legs crossed.

“Did they all sign?” asked the Bird, to whom I nodded.

As I walked closer, the Mouse’s jaw dropped then said, “Oh you poor thing, do your boobies hurt as bad as they look?”

“I told you all your mischief would come back and bite you on your tit someday, didn’t I,” the bird observed out loud.

Minnie eased out of the bed, said, “Let Louise fix, as soon as you get out of those wet tights.

I peeled down the tights, threw them in the shower then she toweled down my withered lower body. That familiar man in orange tights patted the center of the bed beside him. By the time I slid my puckered butt over, Louise climbed in on the other side of me, with my bottle of Intensive Care. She pumped a circle of cream atop each of my breasts then began to spread it all over my ravaged left breast. My husband propped up on his left elbow, took great notice of Louise’s circular massage patterns.

He reached over then circled my right breast in exactly the same manner. When the lotion began to drag, Louise had me hunch over then squirted cream all over my back. As before, she and then Doug spread the lotion all over my shoulders back and arms. When done, he told me to lie on my belly so they could do my backside. I complied, felt the cool squirts dribble across my buttocks and down the backs of my legs. In unison once more, they smeared my bum, my thighs, my calves and even the soles of my feet. When Louise one-upped my husband by saturating each toe individually, I nearly cried “Uncle,” but managed to contain myself when Doug’s big fingers followed suit.

Suddenly a slap on my bottom with an, “Over!” directed me to flip over onto my back. They finished off tormenting my feet then Doug took his turn with the pump. Cool squirt after cool squirt, he worked his way up my legs, around my navel then signaled his obvious intention as I felt several splats dribble my pubes. They started at my ankles, swept up and shivered my knees. They massaged up my thighs, all over my abdomen then stopped! In perfect harmony, they both nudged my legs apart. To my left I watched Louise’s eyes follow her left hand as it smeared the slippery lotion down over my pubic mound and into my vulva. To my right, Doug squirts even more crème all over that massively enhanced and fully erect penis of his. Oh my!!!


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4 years ago
"Oh, you", indeed! ;-)P
What has happened to dear lovely Laura? ;-)P
4 years ago
you are such a lucky sweet lil'lady to have such beautiful great friends & 2 wonderful lovers & partners