Carol gave a gasp.
There, stuck in a condom and held to his leg with surgical tape was his long hard dick. It was over a foot long.
I couldn't stop myself, "Doesn't it hurt taped to your leg?"
"Yeah, but if I don't secure it and I get hard, I'm in real pain and the condom gives it some room to move, plus it saves me from getting a wet spot on my knee."
I looked at Carol, "Please close your mouth and then give the man with the big dick your apology."
Mark was pulling his pants up before Carol could be come herself again.
"I'm sorry Mark I was just afraid that you had a problem and I wanted you to face it so I could help."
"Carol," I said. "He has a foot-long dick, he has no problems."
"Well, actually I do, but I'll save that for some time when we are all having a family discussion."
"Very good Mark, you're really fitting in. And Carol; close your mouth again.
"Mark, can you finish up here? Carol and I have an appointment and we are running late."
----- On the way to her mini-mansion, Carol told me that she had been on the phone with Melanie.
"She told me that she's had a rough day and that she would have pizza and beer waiting for us."
When we walked in, Melanie was sitting with a slice of everything-on-it pizza, in one hand and a cold beer in the other.
She looked up at both of us, "No: I'm not moving. I just sat down for the first time today. Grab yourselves a slice, a cold one and join me."
We weren't even seated when Carol could no longer contain herself.
"Melanie, you won't believe this."
I knew what was coming and I forced myself to sit there and keep my mouth full of food so I wouldn't say anything.
"Melanie, I saw Mark's dick today."
Melanie seemed unimpressed until Carol went on. "John saw it too."
That got her interest and her eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "And, exactly how did my John get to see Marks dick?"
Carol was getting frustrated with her.
"Melanie hear me out, his dick was taped down the side of his leg. Down to his knee."
"Chew dear," I said. "Don't gasp or I'll have to perform the Heimlich on you."
"No way," Melanie said with more energy than I thought she had and more excitement than I thought she should have shown.
"Yes, way. Way down his leg. Ask John."
"Yup," I said. "Our little Mark could make two of me and still throw a couple of inches away."
"But he's gay," Melanie expounded.
"I know," said Carol. "What a waste. Huh."
"I don't know," I said. "Gay or not. If I saw that thing coming at me I'd head for the hills."
We changed subjects and before long, lost track of the time.
I tapped my watch. "Ah, think we should clean up before Ms. Helen Hindi arrives."
"For the last time. You too Carol; listen up. Her name is Singh Hadi Siddhu."
"Heard you! But I'm just calling her Ms. Siddhu," Carol called out, as she came out of the kitchen with a large pot of tea.
"I thought we should imbibe, to get the smell of beer and pizza off our breaths."
We were sitting there, drinking tea, enjoying each other's conversation and company, when a black Lincoln limo pulled into Carols drive.
We all rushed to greet this new potential investor. She was dressed in typical female Indian garb with a ruby stuck in the middle of her forehead.
"How are you all doing this evening," she asked, with a very heavy Indian accent.
She seemed to have a harsh wicked mother-in-law voice. And when she looked at anything, she seemed to be scrutinizing it, assessing its value. I did not have a very good first impression of her and was beginning to dread my part in this enticement of investment money.
We sat in the dining room, sipping tea and filling Ms. Sadist Shitsue, or what ever her name was, in on the business plan. When Carol and Melanie were done, I felt it was my turn to contribute.
As I started to explain female ejaculation, she became overly animated.
Waving her arms around, she said, "It is about time that you Americans started to learn the Indian ways of pleasuring yourself. In India, we are taught as young girls to expel our water as we are masturbating or at the proper time when having sex."
Carol asked, "So you are familiar with female ejaculations?"
"Oh heavens yes. You Americans are very backwards about so many things. Here, I will show you."
To everyone's shock this small woman got up from her chair, hiked her surrey to her knees, squatted, flatfooted, reached up her dress and began to stimulate herself. Not to an orgasm, but to gushing puddles on Carols highly polished bamboo floor.
She was happily pumping away, while saying, "See how easy it is. All American women should be trained this way."
Carol was running to the kitchen as her stern doctor's voice cut the air. "You mean we should be trained to be as uncouth as you?"
Carol ran back with a hand full of dishtowels and dropped all but one onto the puddle. She handed that one to Ms. Siddhu, saying, "Please stick this between your legs so you won't drip any more on my floors as you leave. Come Ms. Siddhu. I'll see you to the door."
Melanie sat there in shock as I began to sop up the puddle with the towels, as Carol frog-marched our, would-be, investor out the door.
When Carol came back, she was still steaming. She softened when she saw me and said, "Thanks John, please just throw those in the trash."
Melanie now felt guilty. "Oh my god Carol, I'm so sorry, if I had thought that she'd be this bad, I never..."
"Melanie, this is not your fault, there is no way you could have known."
"But there is. I helped find her a home in San Diego, she was difficult to deal with and the seller of the house was brought to tears by her. At the time, I thought it was just her way when purchasing something."
I interrupted. "You mean you had no idea that she was as crude and obnoxious as she is? Well, for me, I'm glad this happened, because if it had gone on much longer, I'd have stuck a knife in her, not my fingers."
Carol started to laugh. "I wish you could have seen your face Melanie. When she yanked up that dress of hers and stuck, lord knows how many fingers up her pussy and started to deposit a flood on my floor. Good God; could you imagine her as an investor? We'd all be in prison for her murder."
Melanie and I left Carols place late that evening. We were both to tired for any real fooling around. I slept in the buff while Melanie had on her, short, slip-type, nightgown. No bra or panties.
I snuggled up behind her, put by dick in the crack of her ass, put an arm around her and cupped her breast. Feeling her nipple in my palm and my dick softly cradled by her ass, we both drifted into a peacefull sleep.
----- The next three days were non-stop for everyone, including Mark who was progressing very well. Especially with the more normal women, from the college, who still had problems, but hadn't been beaten down by a tough life. These women were the ones that found the bliss in the after-glow of their climaxes. I believe Mark was finding his new ability to be more satisfying.
I was drawing several rough layouts of how I wanted the rooms, where the clients were to have their ejaculating experiences or therapeutic sessions as Carol wanted it called. I wanted the rooms to look and feel relaxing, yet be functional. I was just sitting back, pleased with my work, when I got a call from Melanie.
She was excited, as she blurted out, "The twins just called."
She went on to explain that they would be landing in San Diego in just four hours. They were on their way to Hong Kong. They had been asked to be present during the negotiations of a deal for one of the domains that they held so they could only spend the night before they had to leave.
"That's great," I said with excitement in my voice.
"John," she paused before continuing. "There is a problem. There are two of them and only one of you. We only have them for a limited time. Can you work with one right after the other?"
"Ah, now I see the problem. Yeah, Melanie, two women in succession is not a major problem. Though, wouldn't it be better to get them at the same time, so they can talk together about their experience? We could then talk to both of them, answer their questions and get a commitment from them."
"That would be the ideal situation John, but how are you going to do that?"
"I think Mark could be our answer."
"Is he ready?"
"I think so, but this is a great opportunity to find out if he will choke with high-end clients."
"John, this is an expensive way to find out."
"Melanie, I truly have confidence in him."
"Fine," she said. "I'll make the arrangements to have them picked up and brought to Carols."
"How about if we take them to a very small restaurant with good food, and not a lot of glitz. Some place where we can quietly talk before going to Carols. That should make it easier on us."
"Oh yeah, that's a great idea. I know just the place. Both these women like steak and Roy has the best.
"John, will you call Carol and tell her?"
"No problem, and don't forget to include Mark in the reservations."
Instead of calling, I went to Carol's clinic. I didn't have a long wait to see her.
"Light day," she exclaimed as she walked up to me and gave me a kiss.
I told her of the twins, the restaurant and the roll I wanted Mark to play.
"Now, I have a personal question."
"John," she replied. "You know the answer to that, any time you have the urge, I'm available for you."
"Carol, I love you, I hope you know that, but I need you to be there for Mark as well as me.
"Tonight, he is going to work his heart out. Just as I am. When we are both done, we will need release. Mark needs to be seen as part of this and he needs to be relaxed. As the twins are recuperating, would you take care of Mark?"
Carols eyes brightened. "John, I don't think he is looking for a woman."
"Carol; I still haven't talked to Mark yet. His gender preference may not be the problem that you imagine. The facts are what they are. We need him to be relaxed as he plays his part in this."
"Fine, I'll do my part, but I want you to tell me what he said."
I stretched to kiss her lips. And I whispered, "Baby, I'd never do anything to hurt you."
Mark was my next stop. I told him of the twins, how important they are as investors and why I couldn't work with both.
"Mark this is important, our image is important. You and I must be relaxed for the conclusion of the meeting, once the twins have recuperated. Melanie will be there for me and I want you to allow Carol to take care of your needs."
He protested. "John, I can't have an orgasm with a woman."
"Mark, I am going to be very explicit. Carol will take you in her rectum. This may well be the only time that you have ever had total penetration, but Carol can and is willing to do this for you. Trust me on this. Now what I need to know is, will you let her help?"
"Well, I can try."
"No Mark, I don't want to hear, try. Carol will take you in her rectum and she will get you the release that will be required to be at ease when we conclude business with the twins. Once again, will you let her?"
"Yes, Yes," he said. "I can let it happen."
"Ok, now for some more pressure on you. I don't want this to be a one-way street. While you're in her, she will become very aroused. I want to extract a promise that you will make her cum."
"But John, I don't know what I should do for her."
"Stop," I said. "Mark you have a good heart, let her make you cum and you will feel what she needs. All I really expect from you is for you to use the care and compassion that you have. You will sense what to do to make her cum. Don't complicate it, just let yourself feel it."
Mark nodded, "I think I see what you're talking about."
"I knew you would."
----- One of the differences between Melanie and Carol is that Melanie seems to instinctively know what the classy thing to do is. Carol has the good taste that comes with education, the desire to be better than yesterday and money. It was almost as if Melanie had been born into wealth and simply accepts that this is the way things are done.
The meeting with the twins is a prime example. They arrived at 1:00 pm Pacific time. Melanie had a limo waiting at the airport for them. It would take them from San Diego to the Four Seasons Hotel, so they could change and refresh themselves. This was not an over size limo, just your average run of the mill Lincoln. The room was not on the top floor. That would have looked like flash and pretentious glitz. This was simple and well-done.
She did have flowers in the room and made sure that room service contacted them to see if they required anything, from food to having their cloths cleaned and ironed. Melanie personally contacted them while they were in the limo, heading to their hotel, and filled them in on the agenda for the rest of the evening.
Taking into consideration the time lag, we were going to pick them up for dinner at 5:15.
We all agreed to meet at Carol's Clinic. The now oversize limo would pick us up and we would get the twins.
The twins were not what I expected. My vision, had them dressed in identical high fashion dresses with high heals, perfect posture and maybe even a beehive hair-do. Oh yes; don't let me forget big teats, long beautiful legs and gleaming smiles.
Carol, Mark and I waited in the limo as Melanie went out to collect our potential investors.
I felt a slight nudge in my ribs as Mark nodded at the window and said, "They're lesbians."
He saw the quizzical look I had and said, "Trust me I know."
In facial features and stature, they were mirror images. One was dressed in a solid black skirt that came to her mid-calf, dark nylons, and black flats for shoes. At six feet, she did not need heels. She wore a plain white short sleeve, button up shirt, a thin gold necklace with a cross on it, a leather wristband watch and one ring. It looked like a Smokey quarts stone, about the size of a quarter. Her blonde hair was cut short and seemed to be sculpted around her head.
The other wore what I could only describe as a Palm Beach skirt. Big flower print and the skirt seemed to spin out from her body with every movement. She was wearing white one-inch heel, open sandals, no nylons and a wide collar white button shirt. She was topped off with a summery straw hat with cherries or some such thing attached to a wide ribbon that went around it. The hat rested on the top of shoulder length, stick straight, blond hair. She wore the exact same necklace as her sister but had a gold watch with matching band. She too only had one ring. It was a medium size, pink and white cameo of a cat.
They had the same very pale blue eyes and long thin faces that seemed to add to their height. They were athletically thin, no excess weight anywhere, and it looked like their breasts were squashed tight against them.
Mark nudged me again and said, "It would probably be best if I took the dyke and you had the fem."
"What?" As another questioning look crossed my face.
"John, you need to get out more."
Carol finally spoke. "Mark is probably right, you work with Miss Flowers and let Mark take Ms. Executive."
When they got in, they were both extremely pleasant and easy to talk to. I got no sense of the one dressed in the harsher clothing style as being masculine.
Once again, Melanie had class. We pulled into Roys. There was a sign, closed for the day, will reopen tomorrow. The owner greeted us at the door, he held out the chairs for the twins as Mark, and I did the same for Carol and Melanie.
Roy was Greek; I tend to doubt that Roy was his real name. However, he had a reputation among the steak lovers in Pine Valley for serving only the best steaks.
He looked at the sisters and said, "Don't tell me. You are both steak lovers and," he paused, "I think you," he was now talking to the flowered skirt, "like yours done rare, and your favorite cut," he paused again, "you're a tough one. I'm not sure, is it filet mignon or rib eye?"
She smiled and laughed. "Both," she said. "And yes I do like them rare, but with the burn marks very crisp."
"Ah," he smiled. "You are my kind of customer. I will pick the best cut I have of both, just for you.
"And you," he looked at the other sister, "You are easy. It's T-bone or nothing. Am I right?"
She too laughed and smiled. "You are very good, but I like my steak..."
"No, no, don't tell me, let me guess. You like it, medium to medium well. Yes?"
"Yes. How do you do it," she asked.
"It's a gift from God," he said casually.
"You three I know, but you, why have I not seen you in my restaurant before."
He was almost glaring at Mark, as if it were a sin that he never had steak here.
Mark looked up at him and said, "The important thing is that I'm here now. Yes?"
Roy smiled and patted him on the back. "Yes, Yes," agreed Roy. "But you would rather have a hamburger than steak."
Mark looked up. "Sorry, but I'm not much of a steak eater."
"No matter, I'll fix you something that you will eat, don't worry. Trust old Roy."
We talked as we ate. The sisters seemed captivated by Mark, who had spent several years living in Palm Beach and was able to relate to the things and places they were familiar with.
By the time we finished our meal, I thought the twins had a better understanding of who we were and what we were going to offer the 'Rich and Famous' as a remedy for what ailed them.
"Well," Carol said. "It looks like our driver has finished his meal, so we should be free to go."
It was a twenty-minute ride to Carols. Everyone was too full to talk. Once we arrived in the privacy of her home, the conversation definitely took on a vocabulary I hadn't expected.
"Now, let me see if I fully understand," said Robin Banks, the one dressed in black and white. "Because I just don't see this working.
"One of you two," looking at Mark and I, "shoves, whatever it is that you shove into a woman's cunt, basically fuck the shit out of her, make her sing the Halleluiah Chorus and she coughs up a grand."
Carol sat calmly through this, but I could tell, she was forcing herself to stay that way. Melanie was getting red faced, and not from embarrassment, she looked like she was going to clock the vulgar Ms. Banks and poor Mark had no idea of what to say or do.
Before I could let Melanie have at her, I spoke very slowly. I put a smile on my face, one of those Cheshire grins.
"Afraid to try it yourself. Aren't you."
I didn't give them the time to answer, "If it is true that twins have a bond and feel the others emotions then you two would probably sound like a choir. But, to get back to my question, and you have been told of my perceptive abilities, so of course you can understand my curiosity. Why are you afraid?"
Everyone seemed to go paste white at my audacity, as I shut up and stared at the sisters.
Rose, the flowered dress one, cracked first. "It's not that we are afraid, we just don't want people delving into our personal lives."
"So if we assure you that there is not a soul here who cares if you have nightly satanic rituals with goats, or any other personal choices, neither of you would fear experiencing a female ejaculation?
"You do understand, that to experience this is the only way that you will know what this really is and why a woman would gladly hand over a grand as you so eloquently put it."
I stood and looked at both of them. "Yes or no, it's that simple."
They looked at each other, no emotion crossed either of their faces and suddenly, not to be out done, the dyke stood.
"Fine, please explain exactly what is going to happen."
When I was done explaining, in a considerably more pleasant voice than I had earlier used, Rose spoke.
"Can you both do this if we lay side by side in the same bed?"
I paused, feigning that I had to think about this for a half minute and replied. "Well, I don't see why not, the only difficulty would be your comfort, your individual space would be restricted to just half a bed."
"That's no problem for us," was the reply.
Robin spoke, "It will be just the four of us, correct."
"Unless you desire other wise, yes, just us four."
"Then, where do we go?"
Carol rose, saying, "Follow me, it's easiest if you change into robes first. When you're changed and ready, I'll get Mark and John for you."
When they left, Melanie looked at me. "I can't believe you read them like that."
"Not me, it was Mark. He was the one who set me on to them being lovers. I just took it a little further.
"Yeah," she said. "I liked the part about the goat."
"It was either that or watch you punch their lights out. Tell me that's not what you were thinking."
"John; Carol is right, you are an ass. Now you two, go in there and make Carol and me proud."
When we went in, they both had on white terry robes and were lying on the bed holding each other's hand.
"Look at them Mark. You'd think rigor mortis had set in, or they were getting ready for the Spanish inquisition."
I saw only the faintest of smiles as Mark spoke. "I don't care, so long as I get the good looking one."
This got a bigger smile from them.
"All right, let's do this," I said. "First, we need you to disrobe, lie back down on the bed, relax, breath normally and relax some more."
They did as I requested. That is, everything but the relax part.
"Ok, we are going to start by massaging your neck muscles and shoulders."
Mark followed my lead.
As I rubbed Rose's neck, I bent down and whispered in her ear. "We have a bet that I can make you cum before he can make your sister cum."
She whispered back. "Robin reaches an orgasm a lot faster than I do, so you'll probably loose."
"Whoa, hold on Mark," I said. "I think there is a mix up, you're supposed to have Rose and I get Robin."
She took a swat at my arm, turned to her sister and said. "These two have a bet, as to who will cum first and I told him you probably would and now he wants to change."
I drew in a fake deep breath, "You are such a story teller. So can we change Mark?"
We all knew it was a ploy to get them to relax, but it was fun for a moment and they both played along.
Mark was mimicking my moves exactly, probably a good thing I thought, as he seemed a little tense.
The small mounds that I thought they had for breasts were the result of a very tight fitting sports bra. Actually, their breasts were quite large and full, but I could almost understand why they wore them, it was as if their breasts were filled with jello. They were extremely soft and squishy, even the nipple never got very hard, though they did rise up along with a good portion of the areola. It was weird to look over and see a mirrored appearance and reactions.
The twins were still holding each other's hand, as we found their soft spongy spot and had begun to work them. Marks technique now began to deviate from mine, but the twins reactions were still in unison.
I began to pump and tap hard against Rose's button and her hips came up off the bed, to be followed a second later by her sisters. They were both softly moaning and gyrating their hips as they rose. I started a hard pumping and when Mark noticed, he did the same.
With a stereo cry of oh yeah, Yeah, YEAH. They shot their hips up and began to squirt, not a lot but in perfect timing with each other. This was sci-fi stuff. I never would have believed two women could produce the exact reactions as the other in the same instant.
When they came back down, we started them up again, pumping and rubbing. It seemed to take longer than it should have for the second orgasm, but when it hit, it was a doozy. They were both crying the others name as they turned their heads and looked into each other's eyes, while bucking their hips and pulsing squirt after squirt.
When they calmed they tried to roll to face each other fully, but I pulled Rose's leg aside and thrust my fingers back in her. Mark coppied, but had a little harder time getting Robin's leg aside, as she was trying to wrap it around her sister.
They were still looking into each other's eyes. As I moved more slowly this time, more deliberately, stroking the still hard dome.
"Push now," I spoke to Mark.
We both did and were rewarded with an "Oh god we're cumming again."
Still facing each other, they raised and angled their hips and began to squirt on each other. This seemed to turn them on more as small short bursts were splashing on the other. Once they collapsed, they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed.
As I watched, I was impressed by the depth of feeling that I saw in these two and realized that it was not unlike the love that I felt for Melanie. I pulled myself away from the tender scene and spoke.
"Mark lets quickly get them into a dry bed. I inserted a dildo into Rose and Mark did the same with Robin. We were both rewarded with the sweetest sounding sigh from the twins.
It wasn't' easy picking them up, they didn't want to let go of the other. But once in a dry bed I covered them as they curled close and hugged. It struck me that was truly a picture of love.
We came out to the garden where Carol and Melanie were sitting.
"We heard them come; loudly. So I take it that everything went well," Carol said with a smile.
"That was very interesting and weird." I said. "Probably, we only have a half hour before they get up, so Carol, would you please take Mark. And Melanie, please I feel a desperate need for you."
Carol took Mark by the hand and they left.
"Where do you want to go lover," she said.
I glanced around. "I love this garden."
"Well," was her response?
I dropped my drawers, and Melanie lifted her skirt up. No panties. She saw me staring.
"Do I know what my baby needs or not. Sit and I'll straddle you."
Melanie was going to sit on my lap, but I told her to turn and straddle me as I straddled the stone bench, a leg on each side. That way we could kiss as we both came.
It was a slow sweet rocking motion. I was deep in her as I held her hips and pulled her to me, then pushed away. It was exquisite torment as I felt her grinding her pelvis into me. So slowly we moved, suppressing the urge to violently thrust, as our climaxes crept up on us. We came in unison, exploding in and around each other. We held each other tight as the last pulses left our bodies and still we held our embrace until I softened. I could feel a dripping between my legs as Melanie pulled herself off my lap.
"Oh shit," she cried. "Carol will kill me for staining her stone bench."
"Quick; hand me my underwear. Don't move," she said as she slid it under my nuts to ensure that no more juice and cum would leak down.
I stood quickly: the stone was still dry.
"Thank god," Melanie said.
"I can't believe we were both so panicked over getting her stone bench wet with a little sex fluids."
"Carol had this bench shipped from Japan. She paid a bundle for it. Now, would you like to explain to her why I put a big wet stain on it that smells like sex?"
"Well, we're safe and we finished before they did."
"Ok," Melanie looked at me. "Give; what's going on here?"
"What are you talking about," I asked.
"Don't play dumb blond with me. I heard you tell Carol to take care of Mark."
"Well, because we all need to have our heads clear from our stiff dicks. Ok, you made me say it."
"John, don't give me that, be honest with me."
"Melanie, I hate it when you want me to be honest with you; when that's exactly what I'm trying to avoid."
"John." She gave me a look.
"This explanation will probably give you insight as to how my mind works."
"John." there was that look again.
"Ok, Ok. When I was in the service..."
She interrupted me. "What does the service have to do with Mark and Carol?"
"Do you want to hear this or not."
"Fine, go ahead. I won't interrupt again."
"As I was saying, when I was in the service there was a guy in my quad. That's the barracks. It's actually four separate rooms with three guys per room. The four rooms surround one common bathroom, ok. So this guy had a dick he could wrap around his leg. Everyone would kid him about it, saying stuff like if I had a dick like that women would be lined up.
"One day I was joking with him and he told me the truth about having a long dick.
"He told me how a lot of Women want to touch it, some wanted to jerk it off. He told me how only a few would try and suck on it. None would ever put more than the head in and most wouldn't let him cum that way. 'It frightens them,' he told me. Only a few women had ever allowed him vaginal insertion and none had ever allowed full penetration. This guy had a dick that most guys think they want, and he was miserable.
"Mark is not as long, but I'm guessing he has the same problem. That could even be his problem with women. Which leaves him with anal intercourse. I'm guessing that he even has problems with men, wanting a dick that long in their ass or their mouth."
"So where does Carol come into this?"
"You haven't noticed, have you," I asked.
"Noticed what?"
"When we leave here at night, look at her eyes, and you tell me what you think."
"You mean that she wants you?"
"No, she wants some one, any one who will show her some love. Before you say anything. She is not looking for what you and I have and want from each other. It's easy to see, she has no desire for an equal in marriage. She wants a sex partner. Someone who needs what she can give and for a sex partner that she can get satisfaction from. Yes unquestionably, she wants and needs that, even if she won't readily admit it. You watch, when she comes back with Mark there will be a change in her and in him.
"John, you are a romantic. Who would have thought; you a match-maker."
"Go on, laugh if you want, but you'll see."
"They are taking an offal long time, may be I should..."
I reached out and grabbed her arm.
"No. Let's go check on the twins, shall we."
"You go," she said. "I'll check on Carol."
"Melanie," I called, reaching out for her, but I was to slow. "Fine, but I warned you."
I walked in on the twins, still snuggled in each other's arms. One opened her eyes, followed by the other.
"Shhh," I said. "There is still plenty of time. Relax and enjoy the feeling of the moment. I'll wake you in another thirty minutes."
I brushed my hands over both their cheeks and whispered to them.
"You two, in each others arms, are the picture of love. Now rest and dream."
I left the room, closing the door.
When I came back to the garden, there was Melanie, red faced and fanning herself with her hand.
"So, you saw his dick I assume."
"Saw it, you couldn't miss it. The door was open so I went to walk in. John it was enormous, they were doing it doggy style or should I say horsy style. He was pumping into her and when he pulled it out, I froze, I couldn't move. It was like I had just been turned into a statue. John it had to be over a foot long and I watched as he slid it all the way into her. I thought he was going to kill her with it, when I heard her say yes baby push deeper.
"They didn't see me because they were too wrapped up in what they were doing. When he pushed in her, John I swear, I thought I was going to see the head come out her mouth. John you've been in her rectum, how deep is it."
"Melanie, I know things about Carol that I would not tell another living soul. I know some of her demons. If you ask, I will tell you what is relevant, but you're going to have to ask me to tell you the truth."
"John, I love Carol, and that's enough for me, to see her happy."
I put my arm around her as we sat in the wicker swing and I whispered, "I love you and always will, there is nothing stronger than my love for you Melanie, I believe that and I hope you believe it as well."
"John," there was a pause, "John, do you know my demons?"
"Some," I replied. "Though I will help do battle with any and all of them. They hold no power over me. Because they have no power in my heart, it is easy for me to help you sleigh them all, one by one."
"Oh, John I do love you so," she said as she snuggled into me.
"Well, look at those two love birds," Carol said as she and Mark came into the garden.
"Where is the duet?"
"Oh shit, I let them sleep and promised I'd wake them in thirty minutes."
I leapt up and trotted to their room, noticing Melanie's flushed face.
I woke the twins and got their robes from the other room, they both got up naked in front of me and removed their dildos as I handed them their robes.
"I don't know about you two, but I could use some hot coffee and some of the pastries that Carol always has available. What would you two like?"
"Well, we both like earl gray or lady gray if you have it."
"There is little that Carol doesn't stock here. Come on out when you're ready."
"Wait, John. Thank you. We haven't' felt that kind of warm love in a long time and I'm sorry I maligned what you and Mark really do."
Robin, believe me when I say that I understand. Until you experience it, you can't believe that anything can feel as worm and as spiritual as this. You are however both very sweet and kind to mention it to me. Thank you for the compliment both of you. Now, whenever you're ready. Oh, is the kitchen ok?"
They both nodded and I left.
When they came out they were both dressed, but seemed much happier as Carol greeted them.
"When John mentioned you wanted Earl Grey, we all started talking about how long it has been since any of us had some, so I made an entire pot."
It was as if the twins didn't hear. They looked at each other with bright smiles, then at Melanie.
"Well, we have decided, that we would gladly invest in your new spa and if you wish we can have a draft deposited in your account by noon your time."
Melanie spoke. "Ladies, the capitol investing I need from you, won't be needed for about a year. The actual investment for the up and coming spa has been arranged. If I gave the wrong impression I'm sorry, but we are trying to lock down 48 million for the general spas that we will be opening in Palm Beach, San Francisco, New York and either Dallas or Houston.
"You don't know how sorry I am about any misconception that I caused you to have. You don't know how bad I feel. Please don't think this intentional. You are the third investor or investors that we have talked to about this.
"Pardon me if I seem flustered, we truly do want you to invest in the general spa business that will offer the same services. Look, I feel so bad about this. If you promise to promote the spa, we will give you a gold key membership."
Robin spoke, rather gruffly. "Well, we thought you needed four investors for this."
"Again, I'm so sorry for the confusion. Nicoletta Bialotto agreed to fifty million for this project. Unless you wish to offer more than fifty. Then we would be forced to reconsider.
Robin spoke again, this time in an almost timid voice. "No, we couldn't offer that. Though, we can both see the value in what you offer. For us to invest the twelve million, we would put in one proviso."
"What is it," Melanie said breathlessly. "I feel compelled to grant almost any request."
"We want the first spa to open in Palm Beach."
"Oh, for you two, that is an easy request to comply with."
"When can we expect the contracts?"
Melanie proceeded. "We are still three months from finalizing how the mini spas will function, so you can look forward to them in about a hundred and twenty days.
"Agreed," said Robin, as she held out her hand.
Rose now spoke. "Well, Robin and I had better leave. We have a long flight tomorrow."
Carol spoke, "The limo will take you to your hotel and will take you to the airport in the morning. It was a pleasure meeting you both."
The women we serviced walked up to us and kissed us full on the lips, "Thank you and we will make sure all our friends will visit you both. Good night."
They were just out of the kitchen when I asked, "What happened?"
"Wait for Carol," was Melanie's reply.
"Ok," said Carol. "What evil plot just hatched in your head? I could hear the gears turning as you were talking."
"This is all too simple," Melanie began. "We really don't need more money, if we had to, Nikkie would cover everything. What we do need is exposure to the jet-set. These sisters can't provide that. They are strictly local talent only. So..."
"Don't stop now, I still don't understand." My voice was a little panicky.
Carol spoke. "Melanie, never let this man out of the house with more than twenty dollars. John, these women just paid us twelve million to open a spa in their city. Get it now?"
"Not completely, but I'm guessing we could build one hell of a spa for eight to ten million."
"Yes, we can, but I know for a fact that for around twenty we can buy a small golf and tennis club and turn it into something similar to what we have here. And I know another investor there in Florida who could put up the rest."
Its hard to believe I can be this stupid and still be loved by someone that smart.
----- Two days later, as I was interviewing another training subject for Mark, I got a call from Melanie.
"John, we have a slight problem, Winnie was supposed to fly here tonight and had to cancel because her husband had an episode where he became violent. She doesn't want to leave the Houston area now. Our only chance with her is for us to fly out and talk to her there in Houston."
"Fine. I'm ready when ever you are."
"There in lies the problem. I have closings, one today and two a day for the next two days and Carol has several surgeries, so she can't go. John, that leaves you alone. And John, because of what I did with the twins, we need this one. No pressure. (long pause) John? You there?"
"I'm sorry; John is not in at the present. Please leave a message at the tone. - Beeeep."
"John, you're an ass."
"I love you too Melanie, when do I have to leave."
"I have a reservation, business class, to Houston from San Diego. It's on, Continental flight 214. It departs at gate D6 East wing. You can pick up the ticket at the counter. You need to be there one hour ahead of time and no carry on luggage."
"Fine. When do I have to leave?"
I have you booked at the Hilton, there at the airport and I'll have a limo ready for you. We have a two-hour appointment with Winnie. She knows to expect a full demonstration and said she had all the necessary equipment."
"Fine. When do I leave?"
"Oh, John I'm going to miss you even if it is only for two days."
"Melanie. When do I leave?"
"Well it's 11:05 now. Remember, you have to be there at least an hour before boarding."
"What time Melanie."
"Aaah; 3:20. Ok John I love you. Have a good trip. Call me when you get there." - Click.
Still holding the phone in my hand and speaking aloud to no-one. "I love her, I love her, I love her; I'm going to kill her."
Only a man could have made it to the airport in time, was the voice mail I left on her phone. The one that she wouldn't answer.
---------- It turned out that Winifred lived North of Houston out by Lake Houston in a very exclusive section. I would have figured that with her money, she'd have a big ranch with a mansion that had forty rooms.
I found I liked Winifred almost from the first second I met her. She had class and sophistication, but just under the surface was a woman that could have stepped out of the story 'How the West was Won'. During my visit, she told me that her grandmother came here to Texas in a covered wagon, fought Indians, thieves and drunks and opened the first dry goods store in Temple.
"Well," she said after just letting me in. "Melanie tells me that you have some special talents. This I've got to see and you don't have much time to show me, so let's get to it."
She led me to her bedroom. It too came as a surprise. Both Melanie and Carol had theirs done with a decidedly feminine feel. Their bedrooms exuded warmth and comfort, despite the frills.
Here there was no carpet, rugs or runners over the polished hard wood floors. A queen size cannon ball bed with two night stands, an armor and a triple dresser with mirror sat in a room meant to hold a king bed with chairs and considerably more.
Winifred said, "Make yourself comfortable. I'll be right back. Melanie told me I had to pee first."
When she came back she was naked, no robe, no slippers. She was not tall. Her breasts were a B cup at best, with areolas that rose up, looking like the tops of dark tan mushrooms, with a darker small button on top. On her mound was a thick bush of dark brown hair. She was well preserved for her age with a flat belly. She had no real wrinkles; just lines that I am sure were real laugh lines from happier days.
Despite her brusqueness, it was all too easy to see that she hid her personal pain. I was sure that it was a result of her husband's illness.
"Ok young man," she said as she lay on her bed and separated her legs slightly.
She did not look at the ceiling; she looked directly at me as I walked toward her.
I leaned forward, looked her in the eyes and said, "Darlein, I'll bet your husband had to beet more than one man for making advances towards you."
She threw her arms around my neck and began to cry.
I held her to me and whispered, "Hard times are ahead, but you and I both know your love will see you thru."
She held me and sobbed for herself. When she was done, I felt her muscles relax as if she had just given up. I laid her back and began to caress her breasts, teasing the nipples hard.
I leaned into her and whispered again, "Relax Darlein this time is for you and no one else, feel every touch, let go and relax."
As she exhaled and her body softened, I pulled her nipple into my mouth and began to softly suck as I ran my hand to her belly, between her legs and over her clit. I paused there to press and rock my hand back and forth slowly, not willing to rush anything.
Winnie was responding, she had her hands on the back of my neck, not pulling me in but just holding them there seeming content to just let me slowly suck and lick.
I slid my fingers between her slit and worked them inside her. She was not wet but she was responding. Her hips were moving, trying for deeper penetration. I pressed down against her mound and worked my fingers in and out with increasing speed as she began to murmur softly, as the sensations began to overtake her.
I pulled my head up, with only a small protest and whispered, "Winnie, we need more lubrication."
"In the drawer," came softly from her as she tried to move to get it.
"No. This is for you. I will do all the work, you do nothing but relax and feel every movement."
I got the lube, Astro Glide, and dripped a large quantity on my fingers, and plunged them into her with out any warning, she tensed and took in a sharp breath. I pushed against her as I rubbed the inside of her vagina in search of her spongy dome. A tell tale tremble and the spongy feel told me I found it.
I rubbed, feeling it swell. Then, abruptly, I pulled my fingers out and stroked them against her clit for only a moment before returning to tap her button gland. I pulled out again, to repeat the formula. Again and again, each time drawing her hips up from the bed, until I felt she was ready.
I began quick thrusts into her as I pushed on the spot with each penetration. She was beginning to buck and I knew it would begin any second, when suddenly she thrust her hips up high and cried out.
"Oh Fuck. It's so good. It's, Oh God."
She began to squirt three times before coming down. I was back in her, thrusting even harder this time,
"God I'm cumming again. Don't stop. Do it, do it, Yeaaah," she cried as she shot three more, longer bursts that landed on the floor.
Her heart was pounding, her breathing was a quick short panting, and I put my fingers back in her and moved up so I could whisper in her ear.
"Winnie can you do one more for me?"
"I want to," she said in short gasps. "I want to. I just don't know if I can."
"It's Ok; let me see if I can just make you come."
I removed my fingers from her and got the dildo that was next to the lube, and slid it in her. She gave a sigh of relief. Holding the dildo in her with one hand, I took hold of her clit between my thumb and middle finger of the other.
As I pulled and pushed on it, she used my name for the first time.
"Oh John. Make me cum, make me cum quick I need to feel it, please, please do it, do it, yes."
She came hard, pushing the dildo out of her. I quickly put it back in her.
"Roll on you side and bring your knees up. Now, pull your arms in and put your hands under your chin," I directed.
She did, as I spooned in behind her and held her close.
As she closed her eyes, she whispered, "Thank you John."
I held her for over ten minutes before getting up and covering her with two of the dry towels. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for her to stir. It was a good fifteen minutes before I saw any movement.
I knelt over, kissed her ear and said, "Winnie, you need to get cleaned up."
She rolled over and looked at me, her eyes were soft and her face visibly relaxed.
Smiling she said, "Is this part of the service to all the women or just for those you want twelve million from."
I looked her in the eyes, paused before saying, "Winnie, every woman is different, some just need to release fear or frustration, and others have demons that they must confront. I do what ever I can to help, the fact that I am now going to ask you for twelve million dollars, never entered into my mind, when together we overcame fear and felt only love and warmth.
"If you did not and I only imagined it, our spa is not a good investment for you. I just ask that you tell me the truth."
She pulled her head into my lap and began to cry again. "I'm sorry John; I have become so bitter lately. After what you just gave me, the peace that I felt, I'm sorry for what I said."
"Winnie, you are fine, you only need an outlet and a periodic renewal of your strength. You have nothing to be sorry for."
"John," her hand closed on my hard prick. "Melanie asked me to do something for her, if and only if I felt it was right."
She began to unzip my pants, "John, I haven't done this in years, I hope I remember how," she said as she removed my cock and sucked it between her lips.
She stroked my cock with her tongue and moved her head up and down. I thought of Melanie and I began to throb as she licked the underside of my dick until I exploded, spurting cum into her open mouth.
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