"Come on back to bed, Monica." It was the unmistakably nasally New York voice of 17-year-old, Jo Polniaczek. She was lying naked on a large bed with her erect nipples protruding sexily, and she was wearing a black, strap-on dildo that was pointing to the sky.
It was the summer of 1981, and Monica Warner was distractedly talking to someone on the phone. Much to Jo's annoyance, Mrs. Warner had gotten up in the middle of having sex to answer the phone. She was standing at the bedside gloriously naked and smelling like a million bucks.
Monica had spent a fortune on her body, from private gym instructors to exotic spa treatments around the world. Her brunette hair and pussy seemed to shimmer from the light of the afternoon sun radiating through the windows of her luxury Manhattan apartment.
Blair was spending the summer with her father in Italy, which allowed Monica a summer of sexual freedom. Typically, she enjoyed the company of men, but the danger and excitement of sex with the underage Jo made it all the more enjoyable. Monica enjoyed Jo's company and the sex was good.
Jo knew that she had a sex problem. Even in the no-holds-barred sexual freedom of the 1980's, teenage Jo Polniaczek seemingly wanted to fuck everyone and everything. Recently, she had met a very sweet-faced 12-year-old blonde neighbor boy, and she had given him his first blow job. Before this, she had only confined her sexual attentions to females... but she was bored and horny.
Jo had now turned her attention to servicing middle-aged Manhattan socialites like Monica Warner. The women were kind, and especially grateful for the attention. The sex was usually spirited and uncomplicated, as most of the women were married. Many had offered Jo gifts of jewelry and money, but Jo didn't want to be considered a prostitute. The uninhibited sex was enough for Jo.
Monica Warner put down the phone and climbed back into bed for some afternoon delight. "Sorry, honey," she said to Jo, and gave her a passionate kiss while caressing Jo's small, but pert breasts.
"Now, where were we?" Monica asked. She adjusted her body until she was on all fours on the bed. She enjoyed doggy-style sex. It was her favorite sexual position whether her partner was male or female.
Jo rose and rubbed some lube on the dildo and on Monica's smiling anus and pussy. Jo, from previous experience, knew that Monica liked it rough, and Jo aimed to deliver.
With one forceful thrust, Jo entered Mrs. Warner's pussy, Monica uttered an "oomph" sound as the large dildo felt like it was splitting her in half. Encouraged by the sound, Jo began to thrust quickly and savagely, slapping at Monica's ass with her hand, Jo was in a sexual frenzy, and Monica was loving it.
As the fierce, almost violent, thrusting continued unabated, Jo's hands began to roam all over the body of her school friend's sexy mother.
Play went on for some time until Monica was nearly exhausted. Monica enjoyed her time with Jo and fantasized about having sex with some of the other girls that she had met at Eastland Academy.
Monica had questioned Jo about Blair's sexual interests, particularly about her relationship with her pretty, blonde roommate, Sue Ann Weaver. Jo had refused to divulge any information with a shrug, and an "I dunno." Monica then swore Jo to secrecy that she would never tell Blair of their sexual trysts.
Jo, had of course, had sex with mother and daughter. Jo thought it funny that both continued to pretend that they were straight.
Basking in the afterglow, Monica began to pet Jo's untrimmed dark pussy. "Jo, darling," Monica said, I have a friend who I think would love to meet you.
Cindy Webster's middle-class parents were delighted. They had just received a phone call from Mrs. Conner inviting Cindy to join her and her stepdaughter, Emily, on an all-expenses paid three-week trip to a private resort off of the coast of Thailand.
This was a trip that the Webster's could never have afforded. Having Cindy enrolled in a private boarding school consumed an enormous portion of their resources, but they felt it would be worth it.
Mrs. Conner had said convincingly to Cindy's parents that "You'd be doing me a big favor by letting Cindy join us. The two girls can have fun, and I can get some much-needed relaxation on the beach. Please let Cindy come. She and Emily are such good friends."
The Webster's thanked Mrs. Conner profusely for her generosity, and it was all set. Despite their two-year age difference, the Webster's felt that Emily had provided a tremendous positive influence for the naturally-introverted, Cindy. The two girls enjoyed athletics, and Cindy had never seemed happier or more self-confident. Cindy had, much to Blair's chagrin, even been elected a Homecoming Princess for the nearby boy's academy and might actually become Queen during the next fall.
Emily and Cindy were excited for the trip which would take place soon after the end of the semester. Neither knew much about the resort, but they excitedly tried on and purchased the skimpiest bikini's that they could find in Peekskill. Emily had also assured Cindy that her mother knew about their "special friendship," and she was cool with it. They would even have their own room at the resort together.
"Sun and sex," Cindy thought. "What's not to like?" Cindy had met Emily's stepmother, Michelle Conner on several occasions. She was beautiful and couldn't have been much more than 34 or 35-years-old. With her recently dyed blonde hair, she looked more like Emily's older sister or a young aunt.
What Michelle had neglected to mention to the girls, and especially to Cindy's parents was that this was a "special" private resort. It was owned outright by a group of investors, and it catered to a well-to-do, only female clientele. Even the staff were females, and typically young and pretty.
Not every woman who visited the island was a lesbian, but it had become well-known in lesbian circles as a place where long-term couples could go to relax hassle-free, and for older women to openly take their younger lovers. It was even said that staff members were eager for sex to break up the monotony, and it was a place to temporarily exchange partners or to hook up with other guests. In short, it was a lesbian paradise.
Michelle knew that Emily and Cindy were having sex regularly. Michelle had seen Cindy and envied her teen stepdaughter. Cindy was one of the most beautiful teenagers that Michelle had ever seen. Cindy carried herself with confidence but was not a spoiled bitch like Blair Warner. Michelle more than hoped that gorgeous Cindy would share her favors with her at some point during the trip.
14-year-old Emily, and 16-year-old Cindy excitedly chatted as they began their long plane flight from New York. Even though they were flying in first class, and Michelle had arranged for a one-night stopover in Hawaii, it would be a long, boring flight.
Landing in Bangkok in the early evening, the trio wanted nothing more than to get some dinner and go to sleep. Michelle, a seasoned traveler, had made the appropriate arrangements before they would take the three-hour boat ride in the morning to the secluded resort.
Michelle had told the girls that there would be all-females on the island, and it was something like a female retreat. As such they should just have fun and be uninhibited, as there would be no boys to annoy them. If they wanted to swim or sunbathe topless, that would be fine also. It was going to be just girls.
The boat trip was exhilarating, and the water was blue and clear as the small group on board prepared to dock. Also, on board with Michelle, Emily, and Cindy, was a middle-aged Pediatrician from Minnesota, named Mary. With her was a young girl in her twenties named Tawnee, who was presumably her daughter. Also, an elderly couple. Cindy assumed that they were sisters or even a longtime lesbian couple. They were all very nice, and the boat ride went quickly.
The girls were anxious to go in the water, so they quickly changed into their bikini's. Returning to the sand, they noticed that there were only five or six hut-like edifices. It obviously was a very exclusively resort. The women were all extraordinarily friendly, and almost all were topless or fully nude.
Cindy and Emily met a group of five sorority sisters from the University of Alabama. All were beautiful and included a pair of strawberry blonde twins. Their names were Bonnie, Tiffani, Julie, and Mindy and Mandy, the twin sisters.
Having been given permission by Emily's mother, the girls looked at each other and removed their tops. After a splash in the water the girls returned to the beach, wet and glistening. Cindy felt like all eyes were suddenly on her. She was wearing just black, string bikini bottoms, and her 5'9" frame and pointy C-cup breasts seemed to be the focus of all the women on the beach.
Little Emily, now 14, was receiving eyefuls too. She had recently had a growth spurt, and her long, thin limbs were topped by a tight, athletic, swimmers' ass. Her exposed tan-lined breasts had become full A-cups. Each girl had long, blonde hair that was now wet from the sea.
The two friendly elderly women whom that had met on the boat approached them with sunscreen in hand. "Did you girls put on sunscreen? You're going to burn up on your first day." Both girls confessed that they hadn't even thought of it. The women poured some into their hands and began rubbing it on Cindy and Emily's shoulders and backs. With those areas sufficiently covered, both women faced each girl and began rubbing the liquid on their sides and flat stomachs. Finally, extensive attention was given to rubbing the oil deeply into their young breasts. Both girls thought the women were spending a little too much time on their boobs and protruding nipples, but they assumed the women were just being kind and motherly.
The alarm bell suddenly sounded when one of the women began to extend her hand underneath the elastic of Cindy's bikini bottom. Cindy grabbed Emily by the hand and thanked the women as they walked away.
The girls were quickly invited to play volleyball by some of the sorority girls. Emily and Cindy enjoyed watching their college-age breasts bounce up and down, and from side to side as they played in the sand. Emily and Cindy were real athletes, and held their own on the beach court with the older girls.
Eventually, Cindy and Emily looked at each other and returned to their hut where Michelle was lounging in a bikini. Emily was the first to speak: "Michelle, I think they're all lesbians!"
Michelle was calm, and matter-of-factly asked, "Would it bother you if they were?" "Well, no," came the reply. "Would it bother you if I met someone here romantically?" "Well, no," again came the reply. "I brought you girls here so that we can all have a good time... with each other, and with others. O.K.?" Both girls nodded. Emily wondered if one of the college girls might be interested in having sex with her.
Michelle noticed that both of the girls' chests had turned slightly pink from the sun. Michelle got a bottle of Solarcaine out of her suitcase. Beckoning the girls over, Michelle began to rub the cooling lotion on Cindy's spectacular breasts. "Cindy, dear, you know that I am not Emily's biological mother? Right?" Michelle continued rubbing the teen's breasts while she spoke. "Sometimes, Cindy, Emily and I like to have fun like you and Emily have fun. Is that O.K.?" Cindy nodded. Michelle's touch was so soft and erotic.
Wordlessly, Michelle began rubbing Solarcaine on Emily's smaller breasts. Cindy sighed watching the gorgeous older-younger pair who were clearly enjoying one another.
Michelle recapped the bottle and said, "I dearly hope that the three of us can enjoy our time together, and... possibly enjoy the company of others.
Michelle then removed her bikini top, revealing her Beverly Hiils-bought 38-D breasts. Emily latched on to a breast with her mouth, motioning for Cindy to do the same. The girls happily suckled Michelle, and eventually spent the night in Michelle's bed. Cindy had experienced multiple partners before, but that was one of the more exciting nights of her life. It was already a great first day in paradise.
The next day the girls were determined to make new friends and sexual partners. Emily was picked up rather quickly. Bonnie, a dark-haired girl from the Alabama sorority had taken a shine to the cute 14-year-old from the start, and they were soon making out on one of the lounge chairs in the nude. The college girl couldn't seem to take her hands or mouth off of Emily's little breasts.
Eventually, the two girls were seen walking hand in hand to the college girl's cottage for some private entertainment. The college girls laughingly taunted Bonnie with cries of "Jailbait! Jailbait!" Privately, they were jealous that Bonnie had hooked up so quickly. Each of the remaining girls had their sights fixed squarely on Cindy and her gorgeous body, who was stretching and doing exercises before heading into the water
By this time Cindy knew that she could virtually have her choice of any of the girls or women at the resort. She had teasingly chosen to do her exercises in the nude. You know the old saying, it pays to advertise.
Cindy was again approached by one of the older women from the previous day. The woman was nice and sweet, and apologized to Cindy if she had taken any inappropriate liberties. She told Cindy how attractive she was and invited her into her hut for sex with her and her partner. Cindy turned the woman down politely but allowed her the thrill of petting her golden-haired pussy before she ran into the water.
Again, all eyes were on the beautiful Cindy as her naked butt cheeks bounced seductively as she ran into the warm surf.
Once in the water, Cindy saw Tawnee body surfing in the three-foot waves. Tawnee was topless and her breasts were devoid of any tan lines. Tawnee was clearly enjoying herself, and Cindy asked if she could show her how to body surf, jokingly mentioning that there were no waves at her school in Peekskill, New York.
Tawnee was around 5'6" with a head-to-toe tan. Her brownish-blonde hair and love of the sea confirmed that she had grown up near the beaches of Southern California.
Tawnee cradled Cindy's naked body in her hands as she showed Cindy how to properly catch a wave.
Tawnee asked the cute blonde how old she was. "17," Cindy replied without hesitation. Tawnee didn't appear to be surprised, but said, "Isn't that a little young to be at a place like this? And how old is your sister?" Cindy replied, "She's not my sister, and we didn't know this place was for lesbians until we got here, but we're cool with it."
Cindy returned the question, "Did you and your mother know?" "She's not my mother," Tawnee casually replied. "She's my 'Sugar Mama."" Cindy looked puzzled. Tawnee explained that she had met the good doctor the prior year. Tawnee came to the University of Minnesota to become a veterinarian. With her finances low, Mary had offered to help her out. Tawnee would be obligated to have sex with the woman on request. In return, Tawnee would get to live in her big house, and her tuition and expenses would be covered. They were sort of on an anniversary vacation.
Cindy was kind of grossed out at the arrangement, but Tawnee believed the arrangement was beneficial to both
"How about you? Are you and that little girl that woman's 'Sugar Babies'" "No." Cindy quickly replied. "Emily is my boarding school roommate, and that's her stepmother. The truth is, we all like girls." Cindy said this someone sheepishly with her head down.
Tawnee lifted Cindy's chin with her hand and hugged and kissed the 17-year-old, their wet breasts meshing together in the surf. Cindy invited Tawnee back to her room. The two girls walked hand in hand to the beach.
Entering the hut, Cindy called out, "Is anyone here?" Receiving no reply, Cindy ushered Tawnee into her bathroom, with its surprising large shower stall and bath. The two girls explored each other's soapy bodies with their hands and their tongues. Tawnee furiously finger-fucked the 16-year-old as they stood under the shower. Cindy was the first to go to her knees and began eating Tawnee's shaven pussy.
Alas, Tawnee belonged to another. Promising that they would meet up again, their lovemaking was brief but torrid. Tawnee felt that she had better head back to her hut before Mary became jealous. The two kissed passionately before Tawnee left a disappointed Cindy behind to masturbate alone.
Approximately 30 minutes later, the door opened. Michelle had the two strawberry blonde sisters in tow. Michelle was topless, her big breast bouncing as she walked, and the college girls were already nude. Seeing Cindy sitting alone, the trio invited Cindy to join their fun. Cindy politely declined and would soon hear the sounds of laughter and body parts slapping together loudly.
Cindy quickly threw on a sun dress and decided to go in search of Emily. When last seen, Emily was headed to the hut where the college girls were staying.
Meanwhile, Bonnie had little Emily's legs in the air as she rammed her tongue like a construction site sledgehammer into the 14-year-old's blonde pussy. Emily squealed with pleasure. Bonnie, a raven-haired 21-year-old former Miss Teen Birmingham, had a fetish for young girls that was well-known among her lesbian sorority sisters. Of affluent means like her four traveling companions, they spent their vacations in exotic locales in search of girls and women - Amsterdam, Budapest, Bangkok, and the like.
Emily, at 14, was a particular trophy for Bonnie. She was a beautiful, young girl, and hadn't needed much convincing to get her into the sack. She was also obviously experienced in the art of girl-girl sex.
Cindy could hear Emily's squeals and walked without knocking into the hut. Emily shouted, "Cindy!" as soon as she noticed her 16-year old friend. Emily tumbled onto the bed after standing on her head and rushed over to Cindy.
"Cindy, Cindy, you've got to join us!" Emily quickly got on her knees and stuck her head beneath Cindy's summer dress. Cindy was not wearing any panties and Emily began to lick her golden-haired blonde pussy. At the sight of Emily's head bobbing under Cindy's dress Bonnie began to masturbate her bald pussy.
Cindy patted Emily's head over her dress and looked at Bonnie lying naked on the bed. She really was very hot. Bonnie had three fingers thrusting furiously in her vagina.
Cindy lifted the dress over her head. She was now gloriously naked and making eye contact with Bonnie. Emily remained undeterred from her task, but Cindy soon lifted the 14-year-old to her feet and began moving the pair to the bed to join Bonnie. Cindy's brief encounter with Tawnee had left her unsatisfied. This seemed a good opportunity to get herself finished off.
Suddenly, Bonnie said, "Stop." That startled both teens who looked at Bonnie inquisitively. Bonnie continued, "I want to watch you two make out first." Emily instantly complied by giving Cindy a firm hug so that their tits rubbed together, and began passionately kissing her Eastland roommate with an open mouth.
Cindy began to caress Emily's slender back and ass. The two blonde teens kissed and fondled each other until finally beckoned over to the bed by Bonnie.
Bonnie marveled at Cindy's perfect breasts. Bonnie was now sitting with her back rest on the headboard. Bonnie slid down so that Cindy's body rested directly on top on top of hers. She squeezed Cindy's young breasts to her satisfaction while Emily slid her head between the four spread legs and alternately began licking and fingering pussies.
The threesome with Cindy, Bonnie, and Emily lasted for some time until the two spent teenagers decided to return to their hut.
Entering the hut, Michelle's door was open. Cindy and Emily could seen that the two strawberry-blonde twin sisters, Mandy and Mindy, were still enjoying their time with Michelle. One of the girls was straddling her face while the other was licking happily on Michelle's pussy.
In the coming weeks, Tawnee and all of the college girls were involved in some sort of pairings or combinations with Michelle, Cindy, or Emily. Staff members became involved in the lovemaking, and one of the college girls had hooked up with Mary and Tawnee. The two elderly women had been allowed to watch. It had truly been a vacation paradise.
Blair Warner had been in Milan, Italy for weeks. One of the world's centers of fashion, spoiled Blair had been pestering her father to arrange for modeling test shots.
Mr. Warner rarely denied his only daughter anything, so a famous one-named photographer, Angelika, was engaged to take the photos.
When the day for the test shots arrived. Blair was told come to the studio without makeup. Angelika's team, would be fashioning the makeup for Blair depending upon the lighting and set design.
Angelika was from Hungary, and was slender at about 5'4", and her dyed platinum hair was cut in a very short, distinctive, spiked shape.
Upon meeting Blair, Angelika thought her a very pretty girl, but too-big boned to be a successful model. Angelika knew that Blair's test shots would not go anywhere, but she had already cashed Mr. Warner's check, and she had a professional reputation to protect. She would do the best that she could.
Angelika had originally planned to shoot Blair wearing Junior-wear fashions, but decided Blair's soft, hourglass figure might be better suited in lingerie. Blair was given a rack of lingerie to look through. She and Angelika worked together to select the best pieces for the shoot. Angelika was impressed by Blair's knowledge of what would work best with her hair, skin tone, leg length, and body type. Angelika thought Blair had a real potential to be successful off-camera.
Knowing that a favorite model was in another part of the building Angelika called her on the phone. Rosa Marinelli was a popular Italian model. Tall, at nearly 6' with long limbs and thin features, Angelika knew that the two girls would provide a strong contrast, and that Rosa could help the inexperienced Blair.
In moments Rosa arrived. Angelika quickly described the situation in Italian. Rosa understood immediately and nodded. In seconds she was naked and examining the lingerie article rack that contained her size.
Blair was soon naked too. Rosa complimented Blair on her large breasts in fractured English. Rosa was very slender, with small boobs and long legs like most models. She had long, beautiful black hair, and stunning green eyes.
As the photo shoot progressed it became clear that Blair was even more of an amateur than was feared. Her poses and facial expressions were unnatural and exaggerated. Angelika and Rosa helped Blair as much as they could. Their hands were all over Blair's face and body in an effort to position her correctly. Rosa had twice reached underneath Blair's lingerie to help her position her large breasts. Blair was turned on by Rosa's long, thin hands on her boobs, and the shoot began to turn erotic.
It started with a posed simulated kiss, with Rosa and Blair's lips a millimeter apart. Rosa turned it into a real kiss, and began to play with Blair's blown-out feathered hair. Blair got into the spirit of the thing, and soon the two models began to kiss, fondle breasts, and remove portions of the lingerie provacatively.
By the end of the shoot, Rosa's fingers were deep into Blair's dark, hairy pussy. Angelika shut off the bright studio lights and began suckling Blair's breasts.
The three soon moved to a raised platform within the room and they were a whirlwind of legs. arms, breasts, pussies, and tongues.
As she was dressing to leave, Blair handed Angelika several hundred thousand Lira and the instructions to "Burn the negatives."
The End
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