Sexy stories

  "Have you ever put anything in your rectum? What?"   "Have you ever had anal sex? How many times? Did you like it?"   "Have you ever had oral sex? Give or receive? Did you like it?   Why?"   "What is your favorite position? Why?"   "What is your favorite sexual fantasy? (briefly)"   "Have you ever had sex with another woman? Did you like it?"   "Have you ever had sex with more than one or two people at a time?"   You get the idea. There were almost thirty five questions, and with just thirty minutes, you had either to answer truthfully, or else deny everything just to get through on time.   Mom had lied: we got forty minutes. She collected the forms and told us to wait in our rooms. After ten minutes she called Ann into her bedroom and talked to her for nearly a quarter of an hour. Ann returned to her room, looking sheepish. Then it was my turn.   "Darling," Mom began, "I'm glad you enjoy sex, but you need to know how to treat it. It's not the most important thing in the world."   I nodded. She told me that while sex was fun, sex and love were two different things; and that sex WITH love was the best. I nodded again. Then she handed me one of the forms and told me to read it. I did, and quickly noticed Ann's left-handed script.   Ann had answered honestly, as far as I could tell, saying that she'd had sex and masturbated almost daily. She had done both oral and anal sex, and liked it "doggy style". Yes, she had been to bed with women (me included), and had tried group sex. But what got me was her fantasy. "To have Julie eat my pussy while three guys take turns pleasing me - in front of a group of other people."   I'm Julie.   Mom's eyebrow raised quizzically when I looked up at her. I knew what I'd written as my fantasy (my second favorite, actually), and that was to make love with two guys outdoors in the warm sunshine where anyone could see us.   "Ann's got a crush on you," Mom said. "How do you feel about that?"   "I'm glad." I said, truthfully. Mom only smiled and told me to return to my room.   I loved Ann, and we'd pleased each other several times since she'd come out from back east for the summer. But I suspected that Mom had shown my answers to Ann, and that she, realizing that I'd likewise seen hers, might be a little embarrassed at what I'd learned.   Mom was talking on the phone again, and I wondered who she was calling. More to the point, I wondered if she were telling someone about all this. Before I had a chance to eavesdrop, she was off the phone and calling us into the hall.   Mom told us to shower and shave our legs, and then to dress in the clothes that she would lay out. We had to hurry because we'd be leaving at half past six, forty-five minutes from now. Ann and I went into the bathroom, stripped and jumped in the shower. With time against us, we didn't play around (well, not much), but we wondered why Mom was rushing us.   Toweled mostly dry, we returned to our rooms to dress. While we were in the shower, Mom had laid out a light cotton halter dress on my bed. Under the dress was a deep blue garter belt and a pair of sheer nylons. A little bird told me that no matter Mom had planned, I'd probably enjoy it.   I opened my dresser to get a pair of panties, and reached into the drawer. It was empty except for a brief message written in blue ink on a yellow post-it. "Julie:" Mom had written, "Don't wear anything except what is on your bed. Lone, Mom." She had even put out a pair of her high-heeled pumps.   I dressed, fumbling with the unfamiliar clasps of the garter belt. The halter dress was light and airy, and ended three inches above my knees. I have nice, big tits and the dress felt a little snug. It held my breasts firmly enough, although they did tend to sag a little without a bra. I'd worn heels only a few times before and was a little unsteady at the new altitude. But they did nice things to my calves and the mirror said that I looked sexy as hell.   Now dressed, and with five minutes to spare, I tried to dry my hair. Both Ann and I have long blonde hair, which seems to drive guys crazy. Mine is down to mid-back, and her's ends just below the shoulders. Ann's hair dryer was whining from the guest room.   I put on a little makeup and met Mom and Ann in the front room. Ann was beautiful in a short denim skirt, dark stockings, and a peach colored midriff top that showed off her flat, tanned tummy and sexy navel. Her hair was still damp, mine was wet. The best part of living in Las Vegas is that your hair dries quickly, especially in the summer.   Mom wore one of her sensible dresses and carried the nylon gym bag that I assumed held her exercise stuff. She went to the spa every Tuesday and Thursday evening, and this was Thursday. She herded us into the car and left the driveway, ignoring Ann's questions about where we were going. Just outside of town she stopped.   "I'm taking you girls to a very special place," she said. "And, right now, I want you to trust me completely." This seemed a little melodramatic, but we nodded our agreement. She handed us each a black mask of the sort that some people use to help them sleep during the day. Mom used to work as a dealer in some of the casinos, sleeping while I went to school, and I'd seen her use these masks. We them on. After she checked them, started the car.   "This place is very special, but I don't want you to know where it is. Not just yet anyway." She said. "Otherwise, I might never get you out of it."   I began to wonder if there was a brothel nearby, or perhaps one of the nudist camps people talked about. All sorts of other possibilities went through my mind. We drove for another twenty more minutes before the car stopped. Mom told us to keep our masks on, and led us up three steps and into a building.   A woman's voice greet Mom as an old friend, and then we were led to another room where Mom removed our masks. We were standing in a locker room. (Thinking it was her gym, I wondered what kind of spa Mom had joined that required such secrecy.) She led us to one of the lockers, opened it for us and told us to take off our dresses and shoes. She disappeared around the corner and we heard a locker open and then the `Ssshhh' of a woman undressing.   We shrugged at each other, took off our dresses and put them in the locker with our shoes. Ann didn't have a garter-belt, but pantyhose - without the panty part. They looked great on her lush hips. She eyed my garter-belt, ran a finger along the strap and brushed her fingers idly over my bush. I grabbed her hand and held it against my pussy. Leaning back, I hit the open locker door and it slammed shut.   A voice came from around the corner. "Oh, good." said Mom, "It sounds like you're all undressed. Now put your masks back on and I'll collect you in a moment."   By this time Ann's finger was in my slit and my tongue was circling her nipples. We separated reluctantly, and sat down to put on our masks and wait.   "You two look good enough to eat." (Easy enough to speak of looking when you don't have to wear a mask!) There was a throatiness I'd not heard before. The slight catch in Mom's voice somehow added to the lingering arousal Ann's fingers had stirred in my pussy.   She took our hands and led us to another room. The soft carpeting felt good under our naked feet.   Others were in the room, and I flushed, embarrassed and excited, as their voices stilled. A woman greeted Mom.

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