The Adventures Of Abigail Pt 02

This story is based loosely on some real experiences and is mixed with a healthy dose of my kinky and perverse imagination. What is included is a lot of bisexual FF – a little MM, MF. There is punishment, spanking, exhibitionism, wrestling, groups and a little incest. It is primarily a fantasy. Do not try this at home – and always be safe. Also, all of the characters are all over 18 and everything is completely consensual. This story is long and I will post more and more of it as time passes. I am always interested in feedback and suggestions. The musical references in the chapter titles are there to ground the story in musical events. Feel free to listen to them while you read the chapters. I would love to find an artist to draw illustrations. Enjoy.

Chapter #3 – The Audition

Je veux vivre dans ce reve – Romeo et Julliette

Uncle Charlie had dropped me off at this very non-descript hotel in Manhattan on 34th street sometime around 1:00 in the afternoon. It was an overcast day, with a light drizzle of rain. What a singer wears for audition is so important that I had spent most of the morning working on it. I had finally decided on a modest knee-length dark green skirt, with a white silk blouse over which I had a dark green blazer. There had been some debate about whether I should wear anything underneath. My hosts feeling that I should eschew panties and bra completely. I compromised – white pantyhose with panties, but no bra. I figured that the blazer would cover my breasts and besides I am not very big on top anyway. Then for good measure I wore a scarf and the weather required that I also wear my long raincoat. So here I was – very nervous as I walked through the lobby and up to the desk.

I stood unnoticed for a moment, then an older woman looked up, what do you want, honey." "I..." I cleared my throat, "I have an appointment to see Mr. Villazon."

She smiled, "oh yes, down the hall to the conference room."

I thanked her and turned to go. "Good luck, dear," she called after me.

I turned and smiled."

I wandered down the hall and could hear music ahead of me. Singers!

I walked up to a young Hispanic man at a desk, he looked up at me, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I... I am Abigail Saunders. I have an audition at 2:00."

He looked at his list, "There you are. Please sign in here. And fill out this form. You will give this back to me before you go into your audition. We are running a little late. You can go down to room #147 to warm-up. I will come and get you."

I smiled, "Thank you." I took the form and headed back down the hall to the practice room. I looked at the form. A standard audition form – name, address, experience, education.....

I opened the room. It was a hotel room and there was no piano. I lay my purse down and pulled out a pitch pipe and began to do my vocal warm-up exercises.

Finally a knock came, "Miss. Saunders, you are up next."

"Thank you," I called. I took a deep breath. Checked myself in the mirror. Fine, nothing out of place. I fiddled with the scarf and the position of the blazer. I didn't want it to be obvious that I was braless.

I left the room and turned in my form. Then I waited.

The door opened. And older man with a big smile came out and extended his hand. "You must be Abigail. I am Eduardo. So nice to meet you. I am looking forward to hearing you sing." He took my hand and then hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. I returned the greeting, despite my nerves.

"It is wonderful to meet you too, sir. Thank you for this opportunity."

"Come, sing!" We walked together into the room.

"This is our pianist, Kirsten." I walked over to her and smiled, "Nice to meet you." I walked over to her and handed her my music. She was a very beautiful, slender woman, with dark hair and a dark complexion. I could not help but notice that she was also not wearing a bra, but her breasts were much larger than mine and she also made no effort to hide this braless fact, unlike me. I walked to the center of the room. Eduardo was seated at a table, alone.

"I will sing,

Je veux vivre dans ce reve

from "Romeo et Juliette" by Charles Gounod. I took a deep breath. This was a bit of a risk for me. I had learned this aria because I loved it and had not really ever coached it.

Kirsten began the waltz-like introduction and I started the trill and then into the song. It went well until the runs in the coda. They turned into slides and I had a little trouble with the final last high note. Then it was over.

Silence.

"Interesting choice of repertoire," came the Maestro's voice.

Silence.

It was a mistake to sing that aria. I felt tears welling up inside.

He walked towards me. Perhaps he saw that I was on the verge of tears for he smiled and said, "you have a lovely voice."

"Thank you."

Gently he went on, "did your teacher work with you on that aria?"

"No sir, I... I learned it on my own."

"Ah, well, I do not want to be unkind, but you are not ready for that aria yet. I am not sure you will ever be. It is not in your fach." A tear appeared...

"You should not be so sensitive. You will not make it as a professional singer if you do not develop some balls, Abigail. Look, the aria does not suit you. You did not sing it badly, but there are problems. Now, what else can you sing for me? How about some Mozart?"

I wiped my eyes. "Yes, well, I can sing

Deh vieni non tardar,

or

Ah, ich füls.

"Good, much better. That is the repertoire I hear for you."

(Light, lyric, sobrette --- yeuch!)

"Yes, sir."

I looked over at Kirsten, she already had the music up and started the introduction for

Deh vieni

.

It went much better.

"That was beautiful." You have a wonderful musical sensitivity Abigail. I could not hear that in the Gounod, because you were too focused on technique. But in this I could hear your strengths. "

I nodded. "Thank you sir," I said, softly.

"I want to work with you a little bit on breath. Please remove your jacket." I flushed, but I removed it. I lay it over a chair trying not to move in a way that my braless state would be obvious.

"Let's vocalize.." I began to run through some vocal exercises. I felt his hands on me – one hand in the small of my back, the other he placed on my tummy. "Now push out," I knew what he wanted and I did it. "Good, again." He moved his hand around my tummy. His other hand slipped down and cupped my ass. I breathed in and kept singing.

Emboldened I suppose he moved the hand in front up and ran it over my breasts. He smiled at me when he realized I was braless. I blushed.

"Now, once more." I did it again. And the hand slipped down and he ran it over my tummy my breasts and below my waist."

"Good, we would be happy to have you join us in Caracas." He said. I was blushing. I looked at Kirsten, she was smiling. "Speak to Pedro on your way out, he will give you the information you need. See you in Caracas in about a month. " He hugged me, tighter and kissed me again. I picked up my jacket and left.

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I quickly put on the jacket when I got outside. I spoke to Pedro and then excused myself and went to the ladies room. I was so flustered.

As soon as the door closed I started to cry. It was a combination of embarrassment and stress relief and excitement. The embarrassment was not because I allowed the Maestro to take liberties with me, that was nothing new for me. I was prepared for that. It was how I had crashed on the first aria.

"He's right you know." Startled I looked around. I had thought I was alone, but there was Kirsten. "The Gounod was a bad choice. What were you thinking?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry. Just don't do it again. I will be coaching you in Caracas and you will not be singing coloratura. Period.

"Yes, ok.... You're right."

"I know I am." She stepped closer. "You didn't seem to mind the liberties Eduardo took with you. That is good. He likes to touch and explore the ladies. He also really likes the girls in the company to go braless. So good call," as she reached up with her hand and cupped and then made my breasts bounce.

I blushed and looked at her chest. Then I looked up into her face. She was very pretty, and very assertive and strong. "I don't mind that. I will do what I need to do. And I enjoy it."

She put her hand on my tummy and began caressing. I did not move away. Slowly her hand moved inside my jacket over my breasts and she began to gently squeeze play with my nipples. It felt nice, I sighed.

She bent down and kissed me. I kissed her back.

"I want you to live with me." She said at last. "We live in a penthouse for 5 – and there are only 4 of us presently. The others are orchestra members. A guy and a couple and me. I want you to be the 5th."

"OK. I don't have any other options at the moment."

"I know."

She kissed me again and I felt her hands exploring all over my body. I moved my hands to her breasts. They were divine, heavy with large nipples. I felt her hands go under my dress.

"You're wearing panties!"

"Yes, under my pantyhose."

"Take them off for me."

"Here?"

"Yes, here. You can step into the stall – but don't close the door. I want to watch."

I moved into the stall, stepped out of my heels, and reached under my skirt and pulled off my pantyhose and panties. I picked them up and separated the panties from the hose.

"Lift your skirt."

I lifted it – exposing my triangle to her gaze. She walked over and gently petted it like one would pet a kitten.

"If you keep doing that I will get all messy down there." I said softly. "It is not that I mind, its just being in public with girl juice running down my legs can be a little embarrassing."

She giggled. "Hand me your panties."

I did so.

"They will be waiting for you in Caracas."

With that she kissed me and walked out.

Chapter 4 – The Pin

Adieu, notre petite table - Manon

I have mentioned that I wear a special pin. When the commune broke up my mother made special small pins for all of us to wear. By wearing this we would be linked – even though our community was technically separated. The pin held us together. It was also a way of identifying each other. Some of us were young when the commune separated, when we became of age we would get our pins and become a part of this special community. The community had a very open lifestyle – nudity and a free and open sexuality – like Charlie and Marge and Jake. As many of the group got older and met and became involved (in a variety of ways) with others there was a desire to be able to initiate them into the community as well. So my mother Karen and stepbrother Bill devised a way for someone to earn a pin, and consequently, a place in the community. This meant there were even more folks who were a part of the community who some of us did not really know or had not even met. Now, I had experienced meeting a few of these occasionally when I was in college. But living in upstate New York, I did not come upon very many, and had not for several years actually. But, here I was in New York, so I should not have been surprised when someone with a pin suddenly turned up out of nowhere.

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After I had freshened myself and finished my paperwork and said goodbye, I looked at my watch and realized that I had several hours to kill before Uncle Charlie would be back to pick me up. So I put my raincoat on over my blazer, blouse and skirt and ventured out onto the streets. I had not worn a bra and I had lost my panties to Kristin. I had not bothered to put the pantyhose back on. I was wearing the pin on the lapel of my raincoat. I tried to cover my head with my purse as the rain started falling harder, but it was no use. Soon I began to look like a drowned rat – my golden hair all wet and hanging limply on my head. I came to a coffee shop and slipped inside. Water was dripping from my locks. I rang them out a bit and then asked the hostess to seat me in a booth next to the window. I slipped into the booth and ordered a cup of coco and began musing on my experiences of the day.

What a change was in store. I had been waitressing and singing when I could, but otherwise I was not really doing much. I knew Rachel would be sorry to see me go. My sweet stepsister had been my best friend, and occasional lover for a long time. I would miss her, but it was time for me to step out on my own and have an adventure. I was sure she would understand.

Suddenly a hand appeared. I looked up and was greeted with the sweet face of a young man. He had something in his fist and he opened his hand and placed it on the table next to me. It was a pin – just like mine.

I blushed, and looked at him and smiled.

"The blushing is so cute, Abi. I remember you used to do that years ago when we would play together on the farm."

I looked at him, trying to remember. He had a handsome, sweet, almost girlish face. His long light brown hair was tied in a ponytail. I looked in his warm eyes. "I don't believe it, Greg? What are you doing here?"

"You have a good memory, I wasn't sure you would remember me at all." He picked up his pin and put it in his pocket.

"How could I forget you. We had some nice times together as I recall."

"Yes, we did." He smiled. "Well, I should tell you that this was not an accident. Marge called me and told me you would be hanging around this part of town today, so I didn't want to miss the opportunity."

"I am so glad to see you. Kiss me." He slipped in next to me and we kissed. First a peck, then a long sweet kiss. "Do you live around here?"

"Not far." He kissed me again. This kiss was more passionate and longer. I felt his hands slip inside my raincoat and find my breasts. The cold had made my nipples erect and he began to play with them. "How lovely. I bet you aren't wearing panties either."

"Wanna check?" I whispered. He gently and subtly lifted my skirt. "Very nice."

He kissed me again. "Let's go to my place and get reacquainted."

The rain had slowed to a drizzle.

We walked hand in hand a couple blocks. As we walked we talked of old times and experiences and I told him about my audition.

"It sounds to me like you will be doing a little more than singing down there. Be careful though, you could get hurt."

"I am a big girl. I'll be fine." I smiled as we walked up the steps to an apartment building and he opened the door for me. The lobby was large and empty. "Hand me you raincoat."

I slipped it off. We walked over to the elevator.

The elevator was one of those old ones that could barely hold a couple people. It also had doors that had to be opened and closed by hand. Greg opened the doors and I stepped in. He followed and closed the doors.

I waited for him to push the button.

He looked at me, and then said softly, "Take off your skirt, Abi."

I blushed.

"Again with the blush. It is soooo cute. But I know you like to show yourself, so go ahead and do it."

I reached around with steady hands and unclasped the skirt and slipped down the zipper. It fell to my feet. I stepped out of it, picked it up and handed it to him. I stood open to his gaze.

He reached out and lifted my shirt a little. "Lovely.... " he slipped his hand over my bush and between my legs, pushing a finger between my lips. I open my legs slightly, and moaned softly. "You aren't a natural blonde. But I knew that already." He smiled, withdrew his hand and pushed the elevator button for the 4th floor.

As we moved upwards in the elevator car I felt his hand on my back and then move down to my ass. He cupped it and caressed. I looked up at him and we kissed deeply.

The elevator stopped with a jerk. I waited with a little trepidation.

"You ready?"

"Of course. I like to be seen."

He opened the door and we stepped into the hall.

No one.

"Disappointed?" He asked.

"Well, of course...."

He took my hand and led me to a door at the end of the hall – room #422. Before he unlocked it he turned and faced me. "No clothes allowed."

He reached over and pulled my blazer off my shoulders and then unbuttoned my blouse. I let them both fall off of me to the floor. I stood there with only my shoes on. My small breasts heaving and my little button nipples erect in the cool humid air.

"What about you," I asked.

"This is my apartment," he laughed as he opened the door.

I picked up my clothes and walked in the door. I lay my clothes on a chair that stood next to the door and I slipped off my shoes.

He stood a few paces ahead looking at me. I stood naked and confident before him.

"You are beautiful. I have missed you so much. It is so nice to see you and share some time with you Abi. " He stepped towards me and took me in his arms and kissed me again. His kisses melted me.

"Undress me and greet me properly, please...."

I reached up and unbuttoned his shirt and then I dropped to my knees and began to caress him. I could feel his cock, at attention but confined as I ran my hands over his pants and his legs. I took my time. Eventually I slipped up and undid the belt and unclasped his pants and slowly lowered the zipper. Then I pulled them down. His cock tented in his boxers. I took his cock in my hand through the material and gently squeezed with one hand as I found his balls with the other and squeezed them as well. Then I ran my hand through the leg opening finding his precious jewels underneath. I rubbed my face over his cock and breathed in the wonderful smell.

Then I hooked my fingers in the elastic and lowered his boxers over his cock. It sprang free – like an animal caged and waiting to escape. After lowering his boxers to his knees I took his long and slender cock in my hands and gently began to caress and massage. I included his balls and then I reached up with my mouth and gently kissed the head of his cock. Then with my tongue I licked over the head and kissed again. Slowly then I slipped his cock into my mouth all the way. Then out, slowly, then in all the way. Repeating this several times as I caressed and squeezed his balls. He began to slowly pump his cock into and out of my mouth.

At one point his slipped the cock out of my mouth and slapped me on the face with it; my mouth open and trying to find it to engulf it once more. Finally, after spanking my face with his cock several times I succeeded in capturing it with my mouth and I engulfed it deep. He moaned.

In and out – a little faster and a little harder. One hand round his cock, one hand holding his balls. "Oh god," he called...... his pace quickened. He was fucking my face now. Suddenly he groaned and my mouth filled with a warm fluid that began to spill out of my mouth and drip onto my chin. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it seemed never ending. After several swallows, he pulled out of my mouth and with my hand still pumping him he deposited some white fluid on my face.

I reached up and rubbed it over my face and then over my breasts; still one hand gently pumping him. He pulled me up and we embraced. I felt his now limp penis rubbing against my body as we kissed deeply.

He took my hand and led me to his bed. I lay back on his bed; I spread my legs wide. He crawled up on the bed between my legs. Kissing up my thighs. I closed my eyes. I could feel his hands gently rubbing over the skin of my thighs and my tummy and my breasts as he sweetly kissed my labia with his lips. Then he pulled my lips open and gently kissed my clitoris. I moaned. Next I felt him flicking her with his tongue and then suddenly he slipped her into his mouth and engulfed her completely, sucking her and tonguing her. Slowly I felt a finger push inside of me as he sucked on my pussy. In and out his finger went – slowly. First one finger, then two and then three. With his tongue and mouth he bore down on the rosebud of my clit and applied more pressure and speed. I moaned, and cried out. Oh God. "Fuck me,,,, please...."