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College Ldr The Visit Pt 02

College Ldr The Visit Pt 02

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"Time to wake up, sleepyhead!"

Mark opened his eyes to see Lacy standing at the end of the bed, her blonde hair slightly mussed from sleep, a thin white T shirt loosely draped over her petite frame, with her hands clasped in front of her, and pink panties peaking out below. Around her neck lay a thin chain, with a small metal key resting against her chest.

"C'mon, breakfast is almost ready! And you have to eat some real food, there's no nutritional value in just eating my pussy!"

With a wink, Lacy turned and walked out the door. Mark stumbled out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts, and followed. The smell of bacon accompanied the sizzle of a frying pan as he walked through the minefield of empty beer cans from the previous evening. Lacy stood in the kitchen with her back to him, and Roxie sat at the small table, sipping a mug of coffee. Roxie's wet hair clung to the back of her neck as a short cutoff shirt dangled loosely over her chest. Seeing Mark, she leaned back and stretched her arms high over her head, yawning. The motion lifted her shirt up enough to reveal the underside of her supple breasts. Mark's eyes shot wide open at the sight, and Roxie smirked as she lowered her arms.

"Come! Sit!" Lacy said, walking in from the kitchen with two plates of food. Setting the plates down, she took a seat at the end of the table, leaving the spot across from Roxie for Mark.

"Where's-"

"Isaac and Nat left this morning." Lacy interrupted. "Sorry you didn't get a chance to say goodbye, but don't worry, you'll see them again. Now sit!"

Mark took his seat and looked in amazement at the feast before him. Bacon, eggs, toast with jam, Lacy had clearly put significant effort into the meal. As he dug in, he looked at Lacy with gratitude filling his eyes, and moaned his approval between bites. Lacy giggled, and explained their plans for the day.

"Roxie has a... well... lets call him a 'friend' with a pool in his back yard. I thought it would be nice for us to go and hang out for a bit. You brought your swim trunks, right?"

"Oh, even if you didn't, trunks wont be necessary." Roxie smiled, and slid her foot up Mark's calf under the table. "See, my um... 'friend', is out of town for the weekend." Her foot now caressed his thigh. "And his fence is high enough to discourage any unwelcome onlookers." Her heel landed on his chair, her sole gently pressing against the cage between his legs. "So we can skinny dip! Trust me, sunbathing is always better naked!" Roxie bit the corner of her lip, smiled, and pressed the ball of her foot into Mark's crotch, before withdrawing it.

Mark coughed and his eyes nearly popped out of his head with how wide they shot open. Lacy giggled, placing her hand on his wrist.

"Are you excited, babe? It's gonna be so much fun!"

"Y-yeah..." Mark hesitantly forced a smile to cover his panic. "So fun..."

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The three of them entered the backyard through a side gate that Roxie unlocked with a code. The fence walls were a little higher than usual, and there were plenty of trees to obscure the view of any would-be onlookers, but placed as to not block any sunlight in the pool area. The pool stretched out across the lawn with a small diving board on one end, and several pool chairs along one side. The house itself had a deck that extended out a few feet from the edge of the pool, and a balcony that overlooked the whole thing. As Mark set down the bag of towels, Lacy and Roxie began taking off their shirts and shorts, revealing their tight bikini swim suits. Lacy's was red, a bright contrast against her pale skin, and Roxie's was a bright teal, contrasting against her tan color. Mark, who hadn't brought a swimsuit, paused to take in the sight of them. Roxie, catching his stare, giggled.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer!" She said with a wink.

Mark could only stutter in response before Lacy's face lit up. "Wait, that's a great idea! Mark! Take our picture!"

Mark recovered from his daze of astonishment and lust at the sight before him, and took his phone out of his pocket. Holding it up, he opened the camera app, and focused the lens on the two of them standing, each with an arm around the other. As he lined up the first shot, he noticed the key glinting in the sunlight, hanging from the chain around Lacy's neck.

"The key... are you gonna... Are you gonna wear that in the picture?"

Lacy raised her eyebrows and tilted her head. Raising her hand to the feel the key, she looked at Mark with concern. "You want me to take off my favorite necklace?" Her face drew into a pout.

"Surely you wont ask her to take off her favorite necklace, now, will you?" Roxie joined Lacy in pouting. "But she looks so good in it!"

"Uh... ok fine. Just... hold still" Mark centered them in the frame and snapped a picture. Then another. He'd done this enough times to know that he had to take a few to make sure he had a good one. As the camera was snapping away, he noticed their hands moving. Lacy's hand slowly drifted up Roxie's side toward her breast, and Roxie's did the same to Lacy. He kept taking pictures as their hands rose up and cupped each other's boob. Then, in a sudden jolt, they each pulled down the other's bikini, flashing him. Mark jolted at the surprise, and the two collapsed in a fit of giggling. Pulling themselves off of each other and readjusting their swim suits, they walked towards Mark.

"Let me see, let me see, let me see!" Lacy squealed, as she took the phone from Mark's hand to look at the pictures. Mark took a step back as Roxie pushed past him to look over Lacy's shoulder. Then, she turned around, a devious smile painted across her face.

"Nice pics, mister photographer." She stepped towards him, bringing her hand up towards his chest. "To thank you for your trouble..." Mark stepped backwards as she took another step, placing her hand on him. "Here's a TIP!" As she spoke the last word, she extended her arm forcefully, pushing Mark backwards. Knocked off balance, Mark stumbled, his foot sliding back to catch himself but instead finding the edge of the pool. Waving his arms wildly, he slowly tipped further and further backward until gravity overtook him, and he tumbled into the water.

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When Mark resurfaced, gasping for air, he heard the two girls over come with laughter. Mark pulled himself back up out of the pool, his only clothes now soaking wet and clinging to his skin. Their laughter begun to die down as he took a seat on a pool chair and begun to dry himself off with a towel. Then, their laughter was abruptly stopped by a sound that froze his blood in its veins.

"A-HEM!" A stern voice clearing its throat rang out across the yard, emanating from the balcony behind him. A woman in a black one-piece bathing suit, sun hat, and white lace cover up stood with her hands on the railing, looking down at them. She looked to be late 40s, with blonde hair falling in waves down her back, her eyes affixed to them like a hawk.

"Well Roxie, I see you brought some friends. Care to introduce me?"

Roxie's shoulders relaxed as she smiled. "Hi Mrs. Summers! I didn't think you'd be home this weekend! This is my roommate and her boyfriend, Lacy and Mark!"

"Well I was going to accompany my husband to his conference this weekend but with weather like this, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to even out my tan. I suppose the company of a few friends couldn't hurt that. Now you, Mark, was it? Come inside, and we can toss those wet clothes in the dryer. Can't have you walking around like a drowned rat, now, can we?" With a smile, Mrs. Summers turned and walked inside.

Lacy turned to Roxie, gently hitting her arm. "You didn't tell me your 'friend' was our psychology teacher! Or that he's married! Roxie, what is wrong with you!"

"Calm down, calm down! She's chill! And I haven't done anything unethical, its all above board, I promise!" Roxie placed her hands on Lacy's shoulders to try to calm her.

"How is sleeping with our teacher possibly ethical?!?" Lacy was practically hyperventilating.

"Because she didn't sleep with him." Mrs. Summers reemerged onto the deck and walked toward them. "She slept with me! And cucking your teacher doesn't count as unethical. Trust me, I'm the ethics professor!"

Lacy's eyebrows shot up as her jaw hit the floor. Mrs. Summers smiled, reveling at Lacy's shocked expression, then turned to Mark. "C'mon young man, get up and come along with me. Lets get you cleaned up." Mark hesitated, looking back and forth between all three women, then stood and followed.

Inside, she led him around a corner, through a hallway, and to the laundry room. She held the door open for him, then followed him inside and closed the door behind her and turned to face him. The room was small, the size of a large closet, with the washer and dryer taking up half the space. She eyed him up and down, crossed her arms and spoke one word.

"Strip."

Mark hesitated, anxiety and worry spreading across his face. She raised an eyebrow, and he grabbed the hem of his shirt, and slowly began peeling it up and over his head. Dropping it to the floor, he crossed his arms, looking once again at her. She only stared back in response, her expression growing more stern, waiting for him to comply with her command. He gulped, and lowered his arms, hooking them around the waist band of his shorts, and slowly started to pull them down. He was careful to pull them away from his underwear as he did so, to ensure he did not fully expose himself. With his shorts on the ground, he stepped out of them and pushed them into a pile with his shirt on the ground in front of him. Standing once again with arms crossed in front of him, his wet boxers clinging to his thighs, he stared at her. She smirked.

"Underwear too."

"Wh-what?" His face burned red. "No thank you, I can't" He crouched slightly, trying to cover more of himself with his arms. She stared at him, unmoving. His face scrunched as his breath quickened. "Please..."

Her eyes shot daggers into his as she put her hands on her hips. "Now." she said, the authority in her voice sending a shiver down his spine. He gulped, squeezed his eyes shut, and lowered his hands to his boxers.

Using one hand to hide his caged cock, he peeled his underpants off his legs with the other, and slid them down his legs, stepping out of them one foot at a time. Once they joined the rest of his clothes in the pile, he stood back up, now holding both hands over his crotch to conceal himself. Mrs. Summers bent over and scooped up the clothes, opened the dryer, and tossed them inside. Closing it, she stood back up and turned the dial on the machine, pressed the button, and then folded her arms in front of her, still blocking the doorway. As the machine roared to life, Mark just stared at her desperately, his face beet red in shame, as he cowered before her, trying to maintain any shred of dignity he could.

A smile spread across her face. "What'ya hiding there? Scared to show me what you're packing?" She tilted her head slightly as his face grew more panicked. "Or are you just embarrassed of your caged little cock?"

Mark's blood turned cold as he heard this. He stared back at Mrs. Summers in terror, as a cold sweat began to trickle down his spine. She giggled at his reaction. "Aww, C'mon, you don't get to my age without being able to recognize what that key around your girlfriend's neck is for. Now c'mon. Let me see it!"

Mark's breath quickened, his heart beating a mile a minute, as panic set in. Unable to attempt words, he could only shake his head.

Mrs. Summers frowned, her face turning into a pout. She slapped a hand on the dryer and placed the other one at her hip as she bent over, bringing her face closer to his crotch. She stared at his hands covering his crotch as he shook slightly in fear and embarrassment, then looked up into his eyes.

"Hmmm. Your clothes are in MY dryer. I think I'll only give them back if I get to see what I want to see." She smiled and straightened up. "You're gonna do what I tell you while I've got your clothes. That is, if you want them back. And seeing how you're trembling now, I can't imagine you'll want to go home like this."

Mark trembled, squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, and gulped. Then he opened them, looked her in the eye, and nodded his head. She smiled.

"Put your hands on your head." Her eyes drifted down to stare at his hands covering his crotch. Slowly, he raised his hands up, revealing the two inch metal prison that held his dick. As he placed his hands on his head, she squatted down to get a closer look. She observed it intently, tracing the metal bars with her gaze as they wrapped around and held his cock. The shock and fear of the moment had ended any erection his cock may have attempted earlier, but it still fit its prison snugly. His balls hung just below it, enlarged from the month of denial and the teasing of the previous evening. She slowly raised her gaze from his caged cock up to his eyes.

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"How long has it been since your girlfriend let you cum?" she asked.

He swallowed once more, and took a deep breath to calm himself enough to speak. "About a month."

"About a month? My my, usually a man your age is so needy, so desperate, that he knows the time since his last orgasm down to the minute!" She tapped the cage with her fingernail and raised an eyebrow at him. "You must be pretty well trained if you're that content with staying caged! Now tell me, did she lock your cock because it was too small, or because it came too quickly for her?"

Mark's eyes shot wide and his jaw dropped slightly as he stared at her, frozen. He was so taken aback that he could only stutter. She raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Guess that means its both!"

She stood up and started to turn, placing a hand on the door handle. Then Mark snapped out of his horrified trance and stammered out an explanation.

"Its to help keep my promise!" He blurted out. "Its to make sure I lose my virginity to her on our wedding night!" His chest heaved as he panted, trying to catch the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Mark put a hand to his chest, unsure what force had come over him that compelled him to set the record straight for this woman, a total stranger to him.

She turned her face in surprise, her mouth opening slightly. Then a hand shot to her mouth to try to stifle a giggle. The attempt failed, as she threw her head back in laughter.

Putting a hand to her chest to compose herself, she muttered "Kids these days..." then threw open the door and walked out. "C'mon, help me bring out some drinks for everyone" She called back to him as she walked away.

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Lacy and Roxie were laying on pool chairs when Mrs. Summers walked out of the house, followed shortly by Mark, who was naked, red faced, and carrying a tray of drinks. Mrs. Summers tossed off her white lace cover up and laid down on the pool chair next to Roxie's, as Mark shuffled over toward Lacy with the drinks. Roxie hooted and hollered at Mark, while Lacy could only look upon him in stunned silence. Bending over to being the tray closer to her, Mark stammered out "W-would you like a drink? Mrs. Summers made some vodka lemonades..."

Lacy looked Mark up and down several times, drinking in his naked form, admiring how his lean body looked with nothing covering it, how the sunlight lit his skin, and reflected off the metal cage between his legs. Enraptured by the sight, she could only nod and take a glass, watching him as he straightened up and walked around her pool chair to Roxie's.

"Would you like a-"

"Absolutely I would!" Roxie beamed a smile, admiring the flush of embarrassment that tinged the skin of his face, adoring the slight tremble of his limbs as he endured this humiliation.

Neither Mark nor Mrs. Summers said anything as he brought the tray to her. After she took the drink, he walked the tray over to the table by the pool and set it down next to the rest of their stuff.

Shaking her head to break her stupor, Lacy took a sip of the drink and set it down next to her, then looked at Roxie, and the pair exchanged a mischievous smile.

"Hey Mark, can you grab the sunscreen? I need you to get my back." Lacy called out as she turned over. Mark brought the sun screen over, squirted some into his hand, and prepared to apply it to her. Mark began to rub it into her shoulders, applying some massage techniques that Lacy had taught his earlier in their relationship. His hands roller across her upper back, pressing and turning, kneading and rolling the muscles into blissful relaxation. As his hands went lower, Lacy reached a hand back, grabbed the string of her bikini, and pulled. Mark paused a moment at the sight, then continued to massage the sunscreen onto her back, kneading and rubbing at the muscles beneath her skin. As his hands reached her lower back, she let out a soft moan. Mark smiled, happy that she enjoyed his technique so much. Then he noticed Roxie looking over, glancing between him and her with her eyebrows raised. Mark rolled his eyes at her.

When he reached the bottom of her back, Lacy told him to do her legs next. When his hand touched her thigh, she corrected him.

"Start at the feet and work your way up."

He paused a moment, then with a shrug of his shoulders, repositioned himself at the end of the pool chair to begin rubbing her feet. His hands gently rolled over her skin, rubbing the sunscreen in as tenderly as he could, slowly moving up from her feet to her ankles, to her calves, to her thighs. As he reached the underside of her butt cheeks, Lacy's hand raised up again, this time grabbing the string of her bikini bottoms. With a short yank, the knot came undone, then the other, and she flicked the loose bit of cloth off of her towards him. He froze for a moment, indulging in the sight of her bare ass. However many times he'd seen it before, it always took his breath away. After a moment, Lacy's head lifted slightly to look at him. This broke his brief trance, and he returned to rubbing the sunscreen into her skin, cupping her butt cheeks in his hands, squeezing and rolling over them, spreading them and feeling them jiggle in his hands. Mark's breath caught in his throat and his cage tightened around his cock as it attempted an erection.

After several moments of this, Mark's cock was now almost painfully trying to get hard, pressing stubbornly against the bars of its prison. Despite this, Mark was still so desperately enraptured by the beautiful temptation before him that he didn't care. No matter how much it hurt his poor denied cock, he couldn't seem to pull himself away from the feel of her ass in his hands. It wasn't until she giggled that his attention was diverted.

"Ok I think that's enough now, babe. Thank you!"

"Oh! Oh! My turn!" Roxie exclaimed. As soon as Mark pulled himself away from Lacy and turned toward Roxie, a piece of cloth hit him in the face. Catching it in his hands as it fell, he saw it was teal. And bra shaped.

Mark looked up to see Roxie, laying on her back, arms up with her hands behind her head, topless. Her perky breasts rested heavy on her chest, her nipple piercings glinting in the sunlight as she smiled at him.

Mark frowned at looked at Lacy, who only smiled at him. He looked between them once more, waiting to see if Lacy would tell her roommate off, but when she didn't, he got up and grabbed more sunscreen.

"I've already done my legs and my arms, so you don't need to worry about that. Just need you to rub some in here." Roxie gestured to the front of her torso as Mark walked over to her. With a gulp, Mark turned to look at Lacy one final time, looking for assurance that she was ok with him rubbing sunscreen on her roommates boobs. Lacy smiled at him and gave him a subtle nod.

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