This is a prequel to the "Further Adventures of Kathryn" story.
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Kathryn had been intrigued when she read the ad, excited when she contacted the couple who had placed it. But now, as she stood in front of the unfamiliar house, she felt a tinge of panic.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself.
With her arm stretched tentatively toward the doorbell, she thought this was her last chance to change her mind, to return to her boring but oh so safe life. But before she could act on that impulse, the door was jerked open and a tall, vaguely Mediterranean-looking man stepped into the doorway.
"You're prompt," Michael said. "I assume you have followed your other instructions as well."
"Yes," Kathryn replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Don't tell me, show me."
Kathryn reached down and started to lift the hem of her short, clinging dress. "Not like that," Michael interrupted her. "Take it off -- show me everything."
With a nervous glance at the adjoining houses, Kathryn slipped the dress over her head and dropped it on the porch. Her hands slid down her body, directing his eyes to her pussy, which she had shaved, just as she had been told. Her fingers slightly parted her lips to reveal the string that was attached to the little balls that danced so maddeningly inside of her.
"Very obedient. Come in."
As Kathyryn stepped into the house, she was confronted by a voluptuous brunette clad only in a G-string and bustier that did more to accentuate than to conceal her full breasts. We are going to have such fun with you," Jacqueline said. "Follow me."
Kathryn followed her down a hall to a bedroom and obeyed the other woman's unspoken command to get on the bed. Jacqueline handed her two long strips of silk and told her to attach them to her ankles and then tie them to the bedposts. Without hesitation, she did as ordered and then lay back on the bed. Jacqueline and Michael moved to opposite sides of the bed, each holding another long strip of silk with which they attached her wrists to the bedposts at the head of the bed.
Naked, spreadeagled and tied, Kathryn didn't think she could feel more vulnerable, or more excited -- until Jacqueline covered her eyes with a blindfold and Michael slid a pillow under her ass, putting her even more on display.
"Our guests will be here in a few minutes," Michael said. "Let's make sure you're ready to receive them."
Kathryn felt the tip of a vibrator touch her freshly shaved mound and as Michael turned up the power she could feel the balls inside of her ricocheting off the walls of her pussy. Juices began leaking from her, trickling down the insides of her thighs and she knew she was building to an enormous climax. But before she could get there, Michael snatched the vibrator away, leaving her writhing and frustrated.
"I think you're ready now," he said. "We'll be back when our guests arrive."
Kathryn heard the couple walk out of the room and as she lay there alone she felt the panic again begin to gnaw at the edges of her mind. "What have I done?" she thought. "I don't know these people. My only contact has been an exchange of e-mails." But even with the panic, she couldn't deny her other feelings. Her nipples were stretched to their fullest and her pussy was still flowing.
Finally, she heard the doorbell ring, and then the sound of voices. She strained to hear them, two male and two female, she thought. Then Jacqueline's voice above the others, "Come and see the present we have for you."
Footsteps in the hall, and then in the bedroom. "What a delicious looking little slut," a female voice said. "Look at her nipples, they're like rocks -- and her cunt is soaked. And we can do anything we want with her?"
"Anything at all," Michael replied.
Kathryn felt a body climb onto the bed, a knee against her left shoulder. Then a leg dragged over her body and the person's other knee was pressed against her right shoulder. The scent was unmistakeable -- a woman's pussy was hovering just inches above her face.
Vivid memories of her only other sexual encounter with a woman came flooding back, a drunken revel with her college roommate -- an adventure she had desperately wanted to repeat but which, unfortunately, her roommate had not. For the next several years she had longed to see if it would be as good with another woman, but had never had the courage to actually ask one. Now it was going to happen and she couldn't stifle a moan of anticipated pleasure.
"Look how much he wants you, Charlene," a male voice said. "Stick your tongue out, you little slut."
Unhesitatingly, Kathryn stuck her tongue out, anticipating that sweet, tangy taste she remembered from years earlier. But where was it? Her tongue searched the air frantically but to no avail. Oh no, she thought, they're not just going to tease me are they?
But then in one swift motion, Charlene lowered herself, wrapping Kathryn's tongue in the wet, tight walls of her pussy. As Charlene ground aginst her mouth, Kathryn probed hungrily with her tongue, licking and swirling, nearly delirious with excitement. She could hear the other woman moaning and whimpering and could think only of how much she wanted Charlene to come in her mouth.
"Suck my clit," Charlene commanded. "Yes, oh yes, just like that! Randy, do it now!"
Kathryn felt another climb onto the bed and straddle her body. And then the sound of a cock plunging into a wet pussy.
"Oh God, fuck my cunt while she sucks my clit!" Charlene cried. Jesus, Kathryn thought, there's a couple fucking right over my face. The sound, the smell, it's such a turn-on. If only I could see!
"Harder!" Charlene wailed, and as Randy drove his cock harder into her pussy Kathryn sucked harder on her clit. "Don't stop, oh don't stop, I'm gonna come! I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... ohhhhh!"
Pussy juices streamed from Charlene, coating Kathryn's mouth and chin and running down her cheeks. As her orgasm subsided, Charlene pulled away from Kathryn's mouth, which was instantly filled with Randy's cock.
