The Furniture Salesman #1
Bob Goes Shopping


Bob Sutherland was getting to a point in his life where he was beginning to 'live large' and could well afford it.  The Sutherland family had been among the original settlers in central Florida over 100 years ago.  Bob's great grandfather and his two brothers had acquired 6,000 acres of land outside of the small town of Orlando shortly after the end of the Spanish American War at the end of the 1800's.  Through years of toil, they developed a large, successful orange grove.  The growth of Orlando and the tourism throughout the 20th century continued to close in on the family business until Bob's father and his uncle made the decision to sell out.  Their land was simply too valuable to remain in agricultural use any longer.  The sale made his family multi-millionaires overnight.  Bob's father moved the family to Tampa, Florida when Bob was just a young boy.  His father invested their money heavily into coastal real estate.  Developing two resort hotels, condo projects, and a shopping mall.  Over the years, they added a travel agency, a boat tour company, and a car rental business to their interests.
Bob wanted for nothing, although his parents had not made it easy.  
The family's fortune was completely structured into trusts that Bob, his older brother Scott, and his kid sister Sarah could not touch.  Keith Sutherland wanted his children to  truly understand and appreciate the value of  their wealth.  As a condition of their trusts, all of  his children were expected to complete their college educations, refrain from marriage until at least age 25, and to join into and actively contribute to the family businesses.  Each had a job in one of the family's businesses together with a comfortable but not inflated salary.  If the children fulfilled their covenants, their respective interests in the family trust would be fully vested upon their 30th birthdays.  
Keith Sutherland's vision had certainly worked out well with his youngest son.  Bob had pursued his education in Chicago, obtaining a Masters in Business Administration from Northwestern University.  His years as a young man in the big city of Chicago had afforded him the opportunity to sample dozens of beautiful women (and a few cute men) and also to develop a penchant for kinky variations in his sex life.  True to his father's expectations, Bob had remained unmarried, and actually thrived with the freedom of single life.  His only passions were the family business interests, and new sexual conquests.  Bob had celebrated his 31st birthday a few months ago, and was carefully re-ordering his lifestyle with his recent access to the family fortune.  Bob had selected one of the few undeveloped parcels of land on the Gulf beach of Longboat Key near Sarasota.  He planned and built a beautiful new home for himself.  Today he was going shopping for furniture.  He had selected an old, established store in downtown Tampa based on referrals from a couple of his parent's friends.  Brenners' building held several floors of fine, designer furniture and accessories, and also provided interior decorating services.  
"Good morning Mr. Sutherland.  My name is Tim.  It's such a pleasure to finally meet with you."  
"Jesus!", Bob thought to himself as he surveyed the young salesman.  "What a twink!"  But Brenners and Tim had come highly recommended.  Tim was a mere 5' 6" and probably no more than 125 pounds dripping wet.  He had soft, smooth features with neatly cut blond hair and soft blue eyes.  Bob and Tim sat down together and reviewed the floor plans and photos of Bob's new home.  He asked questions regarding preferences of styles, materials, and colors and the use of each of the rooms in the home.
Bob and Tim spent the remainder of the morning roaming the cavernous showrooms, selecting the majority of the furniture for the house.  As the noon hour approached, both were ready for a break.  
"We're halfway there Mr. Sutherland.  We have nearly all the furniture selected for your home.  This afternoon, we'll work on the upholstery fabrics, accessories, and accent pieces to compliment your new furniture."  Tim continued, "I imagine that you are ready for lunch?"  At that moment a young lady approached Bob and Tim, interrupting their banter.  She was a walking wet dream!  A real live Barbi doll....about 4' 10", and an outrageous hour-glass figure with huge breasts, huge locks of natural blonde hair falling below her waist, and a positively angelic face with sparkling blue eyes.  Bob was shocked out of his trance as Tim embraced this sweet, little hardbody.  Tim turned to Bob, "I would like you to meet my wife Monica."  Bob was momentarily speechless as he continued to visually feed on Monica's fine bod. 
"It's my pleasure to meet you dear.  Tim has demonstrated his good taste in furniture selections....and he certainly has impeccable taste in his women too!" Bob couldn't resist flirting.
His dick was on alert too, hard as a teenager's on his first date.
"Thank you Mr. Sutherland," Monica blushed.  Tim says you will need assistance this afternoon with accessories.  I will be working on that for you.  I hope I can live up to your expectations."
"I'm sure you will Monica."  Bob replied.  "I'm motherfuckin' damn sure you will do wonderfully!"  He thought to himself.
Bob continued, "How about I treat both of you to lunch.  That way, we can get to know each other better."  As Bob finished speaking, his eyes bored into Monica's.  He did very little to hide his hunger and lust for this fine creature.  He thought that he could see her shiver as he tried to look into her soul.  Tim stood there smiling at both of them, seemingly oblivious to the undue attention being given to his beloved wife.  Anxious to keep his customer happy, Tim quickly accepted Bob's invitation to lunch.  The trio approached the elevator just as a couple of men were loading a large cabinet to take it downstairs.  In this old building, the old creaking freight elevator was the only route out, aside from several long flights creaky stairs.  After the workmen had the cabinet loaded, they stepped into the elevator.  Bob, Monica, and Tim followed suit.  The old elevator was loaded, and Tim reached forward to pull down the safety gate.  As he did so, Monica shuffled back a step to give him room.  Bob stood at the rear corner of the elevator with a dick so stiff that it hurt.  Monica was only a couple of inches in front of Bob.  The top of her head barely reached to Bob's neck.  He could look down and see her blonde curls falling around her face, across her shoulders and down her back.  The workmen had taken their positions on the other side of the elevator with the cabinet in the middle.  They began the slow trip down, with the ancient elevator lurching and creaking.  Monica tried to make a little chat. "Selecting furniture for your home can get really hard Mr. Sutherland.  I hope we can make it easier for you."  At that moment the elevator made another unexpected lurch that caused Monica to go slightly off balance.  Bob instinctively reached with both hands for her hips to steady her.  "It certainly is hard Monica, but you are already making it a very pleasurable experience."  Bob then realized that with the erratic movements of the elevator, he was now snugly pressed into Monica's soft backside.  His rampant, hard cock pressed firmly into her soft flesh.  He was again startled to realize that he was not holding Monica at her hips.  Being so short, Bob had ahold of her much higher on her body.  His fingers held her ribcage just below those huge, pendulous breasts.  Bob couldn't wonder for long if Monica had noticed his probing dick and inappropriately placed hands, as he detected her quickened breathing and sensed the sexual tension in the air.
"Why is she letting me do this?" Bob asked himself silently.  "She seems like such a sweet, innocent young lady.  Her husband is standing right in front of her!"  Bob was a confident, aggressive man...but he was a gentleman.  He was not accustomed to groping a stranger in such surroundings.  He would never take advantage of another person against their will.  These basic values bothered him, but she was just too irresistible.  Monica continued to allow Bob's hardness to press between the cleft of her soft asscheeks as he gradually pulled her closer with his hands.  He moved his fingers ever so slightly and could tell that they were contacting the underside of her tits.  Still no objections from Monica.....only increasingly labored breathing.  He began to slowly rock his hips and very gently dry humped her fine ass.  When he could no longer stop himself, he allowed his hands to inch up to her incredible breasts....slowly hefting them in his hands.  Just as he was about to give her nipples a tweak, Bob was jolted out of his reverie.  The clatter of the safety gate being raised by Tim.  "Here we are, finally."  Tim cheerfully announced, still oblivious to anything going on with Bob and his wife.  
We all left the elevator and exited the store.  Standing on the sidewalk in front, Bob and Monica allowed their eyes to meet for the first time since the interlude in the elevator.  Bob was stunned.  He saw no indication of anger, nor flirtation.  Monica was looking at him as if he was some sort of God...like she was under some sort of magic spell.  
Bob sought to lessen the tension. "So what will it be....some great Italian just across the street....or we could go for some Mexican down in Ybor City?"  Both Tim and Monica looked up to Bob and spoke nearly in unison, "Whichever you would enjoy the most Sir."
At that moment, it began to dawn upon Bob just what made this couple tick.  They were both complete submissives.  Not the type that Bob has encountered in his kinky sexual escapades over the years, but simply natural submissives in perhaps every facet of their existences - not just sexually.  Tim was probably a completely spineless wimp.  Monica was as timid and pliable as a small child.  Bob knew now that she had allowed his intimate touch, because of her innate inability to stand up to anyone or anything.  Tim and Monica were like living, breathing rag dolls!
"This is going to be fucking great!" Bob thought.
"Let's go down to Ybor and grab a bite" Bob said.  "I'm in a spicy mood."  He added, wondering if Monica caught the double entendre. It was a beautiful day, so a walk of four blocks or so was easier than getting the car out of the parking garage.  Bob grabbed Monica's hand, "Your wife is such a beauty.  You don't mind if I walk with your lovely wife do you Tim?"  "Uh....Of course not Mr. Sutherland."  Tim just bowed in a meek posture, following Bob and Monica.  "Yeah, Tim you really got a sweet lady here.  You know Monica...you look good enough to eat....maybe I'll have you for dessert!  HaHaHa."  Bob was testing them.  Monica was enjoying the flattery, and Tim seemed to be proud that such a rich, important man took notice of how lovely his wife was.  As they walked to the restaurant, Bob continued to flirt with and compliment Monica....making sure to keep Tim included.  Bob had released Monica's hand and now had his arm wrapped behind her as they continued to walk, hugging her closer to him.  
Tim had spent the morning with Bob and had grown to like the man.  Although he was only a few years older, Tim viewed him as an older, wiser man.  His submissive nature caused him to look up to Bob.  He was happy that his wife Monica and Bob seemed to be getting along so well.  As he followed Bob and his wife up the sidewalk, he noticed Bob's arm wrapping around her...pulling her close.  Something inside him made him want to object, but he was helpless to say anything.  Besides he liked Mr. Sutherland.  Tim watched Bob pulled Monica closer, their hips touching as they walked.  Bob's hand was slowly lowering closer and closer to Monica's cute ass.  By the time that they arrived at the restaurant Bob was cupping an asscheek and squeezing it gently as Tim looked on.  Monica allowed his touching, seemingly not noticing it.  Tim looked on the scene with an unsettled feeling, but realized that he wanted Mr. Sutherland to be pleased with them.  Tim could feel his cock growing, and confusion growing along with it.  "Why am I getting turned on? Mr. Sutherland is groping my wife.  She is allowing it, as if nothing was going on....I wonder if Monica wants attention from another man?"  Tim continued to ponder silently, "I wonder if Mr. Sutherland has a nice cock?  I wouldn't mind helping out with that myself."  Tim was resurrecting the memories of his past sexual experiences before he married Monica.  There was a lot more to Tim than the fresh, wholesome, and ineffectual image that he projected.  Tim was shaken from his distracting thoughts as they approached the entrance to the restaurant.
Bob selected a restaurant that he patronized regularly.  The host greeted them immediately upon their entry.  "Hello Mr. Sutherland.  Great to see you again."
"Set us up with a cozy booth Joe.  We want a quiet and private place to talk."  Joe led them to the second dining room and into a corner booth at the far side of the room.  The restaurant was an old Mexican Cantina with dark furnishings and low lighting, so their seating gave them privacy.  "You slide in there first sweetie.  Tim you sit on the other side.  I'll sit here next to Monica.  
They ordered their food and sipped on drinks as they all chatted about Bob's new house and the furniture selections.  Bob wanted to turn the subject away from business however.  "So do you guys have any children yet?"  "No, we haven't been able to as of yet." Monica replied a little embarrassed.  "What's the matter Tim, your gun's not loaded?" Bob quipped.  "With the fine body that Monica has, she just looks like a veritable baby factory." Bob continued to press and test them.  Bob decided to turn up the heat a little more.  He reached to Monica's breasts and began to slowly caress and gently squeeze them.  Turning to Tim, he said, "I bet any baby would love to have these to suckle on.....I know I would."  Monica had turned to look at Tim and Bob was checking his reaction also.
Tim had become red-faced, his eyes beginning to show not anger, but lust.  "The little fucker is getting turned on watching me play with his wife's tits."  Bob thought with glee, then went for the clincher.  "If I had a foxy babe like this at home, I'd be reaming her sweet pussy every chance I got!"  Bob then leaned closer to Monica.  As she turned to look at him, Bob lovered his mouth to hers, giving her a deep, wet probing kiss....sucking her lips before he withdrew.  Tim just sat mute....his mouth hanging open....and his eyes now burning with lust.  
"I really like you guys.  You're really a nice guy Tim, and Monica here...she's just the sweetest little thing that I've met in ages.  I hope you don't mind me being so frank with you, and being so affectionate with Monica."  Bob was fishing for a commitment.  
"Oh....not at all Mr. Sutherland.  I.....I just wasn't expecting....," Tim's voice trailed off as he watched Bob's hand sliding under Monica's dress.  "Not expecting what?" Bob pressed on, going for broke.  "That I would want to fuck your sexy, luscious wife?"
At that point, Bob's hand had reached to Monica's crotch causing her to emit a little squeak and then a throaty groan.  Tim could only look on weakly.  "I guess that's it."  Tim mumbled.  Monica was panting now.  She had been reduced to a mass of heated flesh, unthinking and consumed by passion like she had never before felt.
"You can tell she is enjoying herself, can't you?  You love Monica very much.  You want Monica to be happy, right?"  Tim sat mute and flustered.  "You want me to fuck your wife, so she will be happy.  Say it Tim!"  
"YES!"  Tim was beside himself with confusion and lust.  "Yes, I want you to...to fuck my Monica....to give her pleasure."  At that point Bob pulled the crotch of Monica's panties aside and slid two fingers into her sopping snatch.  Monica's bit on her lip, groaned deeply in orgasm, as a flood of her juices flowed onto Bob's hand.
Bob withdrew  and offered his hand to Monica.  She opened her mouth and lovingly sucked her juices from Bob's fingers.  Bob wanted further confirmation that Tim was on-board with this.  He boldly reached under the table and felt Tim's crotch.  Just as he had expected, Tim was hard as a rock.  He was genuinely turned on to watching Bob molest his wife in a public place.  Bob's hand remained on Tim's cock and stroked it through his pants.  Bob was surprised to discover that Tim was quite well hung, especially considering his overall small size.  Within a matter of seconds, Tim groaned in orgasm....his cock pulsing in Bob's hand....soaking his pants.
The cute, young couple had been reduced to a pair of glazed-eyed zombies.  A sheen of perspiration shown over their reddened faces.  Their food arrived and the trio busied themselves eating and again chatting about Bob's new home and new furnishings.  He learned a little more about Tim and Monica too.  Tim had moved to the area with his family as a teenager from Nebraska.  Monica was from a small town in Southern Alabama.  According to her story, she had come to Tampa after high school to live with her grandmother, so that she could attend a local interior design school.  Both had come to work at Brenner's about five years previous.  This of course is where they had met, began dating, fell in love, and were married for nearly three years now. Although Tim was now aged 28, he appeared to be barely a freshman in college.  Monica at 25 looked like she had barely passed puberty...the dead give-away though were those huge, heavy tits.  
The large secondary dining room that they had been seated in had remained mostly empty during the lunch hour and was now deserted except for them.  "I'll bet that both of you were virgins when you guys got together, right?" Bob probed.  Tim and Monica both stiffened up as if they had been shocked back to reality.  Tim slowly spoke, "Well.....not really."  He looked like he wanted to crawl under the table!  Monica spoke up, "I wasn't either."  Bob then realized that he had opened the proverbial 'Pandora's Box.'  Her voice quivered as she looked Tim in the eyes.  Tears slipped from her eyes as she dropped her face in embarrassment.  Tim was first to speak.  "Why didn't you ever tell me honey?"  Aiming her gaze blankly at the table Monica barely whispered, "You just never asked.  We never talked about it Tim.  I was afraid of what you would think of me."  Monica began to sob.  "I never meant to deceive you Tim.  You know that we have just always accepted each other at face value.  Always based our relationship on trust and love.  You are so good to me Tim...such a gentle, sweet man.  I wasn't trying to hide anything, but was so afraid to bring it up to you, since it was in the past."
Tim leaned into his beloved, holding and comforting her.  "I do understand dear.  I guess that is why I never could quite bring myself to talk about my past either."  Tim suddenly burst into tears, his eyes displayed utter shame and remorse.  "You're going to hate me for what I have done in the past."  Tim lurched and spasmed....continuing to sob uncontrollably.  
Monica was beginning to gather her self-control.  "No Tim!  I will always love you...no matter what you have done.  Just please tell me that you don't hate me for what I have done."  Tim and Monica clutched each other in a veritable death grip.  They gradually calmed one another until they began softly kissing and cooing with endearments for one another.  Eventually they had calmed enough to be aware of their surroundings again.  Both seemed more concerned about the realization that they were sitting in a public place with Bob looking on at such an intimate moment, than the recent, profound discovery of withheld secrets between them.
Bob broke up the quiet moment, "Don't worry about this place, it's as safe and private as your home.  You see, I haven't really explained to you why I dine here so often.  I own this restaurant....everyone here works for me.  Anything that happens here will be just between us, understand?"  Tim and Monica looked up at Bob with teary eyes and nodded their acknowledgement.  They looked like a couple of kids huddled together on a dark, stormy night.
Tim and Monica each slowly began to tell their deepest, darkest secrets to each other with Bob listening to their fascinating stories.
Tim spoke of this life as a teen soon after moving to Tampa.  A new place, a new school....he had been scared to death.  The trauma of the experience had set the foundation for his submissive personality.  Other boys in school had picked on him.  Girls had no interest in a little wimp like Tim.  He had the body of a sixth grader when he was a junior in high school.  However one of his teachers saw some possibilities.  A young mathematics teacher had taken a special interest in Tim.  Dean Wilson realized the young boy had special potential with a dream of becoming an architect some day.  They talked after school regularly.  Dean became Tim's mentor and confidant.  Eventually as their friendship grew, Tim began to hang out at Dean's home.  He enjoyed the solitude away from his family, and Dean's wife Sue was sweet and kind to him.  Not like his own parents.  Tim's mother was a drunk.  Tim had always felt that his father was disappointed in him.  One day Tim came to Dean's classroom after school, crying uncontrollably.  A few of the school bullies had scared him pretty bad.  Dean reassured him as they left the school.  Dean took Tim to his home where he again was safe and enjoyed supper and the company of Dean and Sue.  At Sue's suggestion, Tim called home to get permission to stay over at the Parker's for the night.  This wasn't really unusual, since Dean had helped him on school projects on a few occasions.  It was a Friday night anyway, so no school tomorrow, and Tim's parents were glad for the break.  Following supper, Sue got Tim settled in the guest room and showed him the bath.  Tim had no PJ's to wear, so she found a huge, old t-shirt of Dean's for him to wear.  Following his bath, Tim toweled off as he stood at the bathroom mirror.  Tim surveyed his slight body.  He was petite, slim nearly to the point of being bony, and nearly devoid of body hair.  A few hairs sprouted only around his pubic area.  Tim wished that he was more 'manly' with a huskier, masculine body.  He was however secretly proud of his large cock.  It was slender like the rest of his body, but stood out over seven inches when fully erect.  It looked positively huge on his diminutive frame.  Donning Dean's old t-shirt, he padded out of the bath to the living room where he found Dean seated on the couch. Dean had gotten comfortable after supper and was wearing only a pair of silk boxers while he read the evening paper.  Tim took a seat next to him as Dean look up and greeted Tim warmly.  "Hi Sport!  Feel better now?"  "Yes Sir."  At that moment Sue returned to the room.  She had changed to a lightweight, but reasonably modest nightgown and settled in between Dean and Tim.  "Honey, you don't need to call him 'Sir.'  .  When we are together here in our home, just call us 'Dean' or 'Sue' dear."  Sue snuggled close to Tim in a motherly gesture.  Tim could smell her fresh scent from her bath.  The fragrance of rose petals, her warmth, and the softness of her body pressed to his side gave Tim an electric jolt of feelings in his young, developing body.  He felt his cock hardening and tried to will it to stay down.  "Yes ma'am...I mean Sue."  Tim smiled shyly and blushed.
"How about a movie Sport?  I rented a couple of good ones at the video store yesterday."  Sue gave Dean a quizzical look, since she knew that the movies were not really suitable for a young boy.  Dean ignored her look and continued, "You're getting to be a young man now Tim.  I rented these movies for Sue and myself, so they are the 'mature' type.  You can handle that, can't you big guy?"  Tim nearly swooned at the 'big guy' comment.  The child was so hungry for reassurance and compliments.  He never got this attention or treatment at home.
The movies were sexy, adult stories, but not explicit XXX rated.  Dean and Sue regularly enjoyed this type of film as a prelude to their lovemaking.  They had shared their various fantasies with one another since their marriage five years ago.  Some they had carried out, including one occasion where they had played strip poker with another couple.  They also had hired the services of a masseur for a full body massage for Sue for her last birthday. 
Dean started the VCR and settled back onto the couch with Sue snuggled between Tim and himself.  As the first love scene began, Tim's feelings went into overdrive.  He had only imagined such a thing, and his youthful hormones were now in charge of his body.  Sue noticed a little 'growth' under the cover of Tim's long shirt.  She smiled to herself and giggled as Tim seemed to be so self-conscious of his uncontrollable appendage.  "Don't worry sweetie.  That's a pretty hot scene going on there.  It's only natural for a healthy young man to be a little turned on."  She snuggled tightly to Tim and kissed him sloppily on the cheek, then placed her hand on his bare thigh just below the bottom of his t-shirt.  Tim's cock grew as hard as steel.  Sue's feminine touch was totally new to him.  He looked to Dean's boxers and noticed that his teacher was similarly excited by the movie.  This seemed to calm him - to let him know that his reaction was not abnormal.
Sue was hot as a rocket by now.  She had a man (boy) on each side of her with a stiff cock.  This was one of her fantasies....to have two men share her at once.  Dean was aware of the fantasy too, but neither of them ever dreamed that the 'man' would turn out to be his cute, young student.  Sue realized how dangerous this was, but decided she could not turn back at this point.  She rose from the couch, "This thing is a little to hot.  I'm going to change.  Be right back guys."  She smiled at Tim and gave Dean a knowing wink, departing for the bedroom to change.
Dean took the opportunity to set things up a little for the evening to come.  "You know Tim that Sue and I love you like a little brother.  I just want you to know that you can feel free to talk about anything with us....anything at all.  I know that you must also have a lot of questions about sex.  I can see that you are excited by the movie."  Dean took a chance and gently placed his hand over Tim's throbbing erection.  "I don't want you to be embarrassed by your feelings Tim.  Whatever goes on in our home will remain our secret.  Just remember we both love you buddy."  Dean clutched Tim's cock and gave it a couple of strokes before releasing it.  He then pulled Tim close and gave him a warm hug, kissing him affectionately on his forehead.  Dean then backed off from the space vacated by where Sue had been sitting.  "You see Tim?  All guys get turned on by movies like this, nodding his head toward his own bloated shorts.  Tim sat mute and transfixed at Dean reached into his boxers and pulled his huge, hard prick from its confines.  Tim thought that his cock was large, but he never imagined that a man could be built like Dean was.  Dean's cock was at least ten inches in length and as thick as Tim's forearm.  It was crowned by a bulbous head the size of an apple.  It was purple and veined with a huge ball sack hanging just out of sight in his boxers.  Tim was curious.  Although Dean's body was moderately hairy, his long shaft had no hair at all.  Dean seemed to read his mind.  "Sue likes me to keep it shaved smooth.  She says she doesn't like to pick the hair out of her teeth."  Tim was bewildered by the comment about the hair in her teeth but remained silent, since he didn't want to show his ignorance.  Tim continued to stare at the pulsing meat before him.  "Go ahead buddy....touch it if you want.  You got one too.  You know they don't bite.  "Dean chuckled.  Tim carefully reached for Dean's tool.  His small hand was dwarfed by its dimensions.  Tim could feel the hardness and heat of Dean's cock as it throbbed and leaked precum at Tim's soft touch.  "See Tim....just like the one you got right?"  Dean knew better.  Although he could see that Tim was obviously well-equipped for a young boy, he also knew that his own cock was exceptional.  Dean reached over to Tim and searched for his young cock under the t-shirt.  Tim's heart pounded in his ears as this grown man's hand found and clutched his fresh, young meat.  It felt so much better with someone else than when he had touched it alone.  Dean began to slide his hand up and down Tim's cock in a slow, rhythmic motion.  He heard the desperate groan from Tim and the feel of his cum racing from his balls.  Dean had never intended to bring Tim to a climax so soon, but reacted quickly as he lowered his mouth over the boy's exploding tool.  
"Oh my God Dean!  What's happening to me?"  Tim's eyes displayed a mixture of ecstasy and terror.  It was his first orgasm!
The new feelings of Dean's lips sliding over his flesh created blinding flashes of passion in his young, inexperienced body.  Stream after stream of hot boy-cum flowed from Tim's cock.
"Looks like you guys got started without me."  Sue kidded as she pranced back into the room.  Sue was not at all shocked to return to the room to see her husband's face impaled on Tim's cock.  They had discussed Dean's bisexual fantasies before.  "Looks like both of us are going to get our wish tonight."  Sue thought.
"Sorry honey,"  Dean's muffled a reply and gestured for Sue to come to him.  Dean embraced Sue in a hot soul kiss as he shared Tim's 'snowball' with his wife.  They passed the boy-cum back and forth between them, savoring the sweet flavor that only comes from such a fresh, young man.  Tim watched in awe as these two adults shared his cum.  He didn't know what to think, but one thing he did know for sure....he wanted to learn more.  He wanted to learn it all!
After all of Tim's cum was swallowed and the couple licked the hot scum from each other's faces, they flopped back down on the couch.  Sue turned to Tim, "I'm so glad we got to know you Tim.  You are so sweet and sexy."  With that said, Sue planted a hot, wet French kiss on the boy's mouth.  Her tongue wriggling into his mouth and eliciting a groan from her boytoy.  Tim was on overload!  Sue had changed into a short, baby-doll sheer gown.  It was held together in front only by a frilly bow at the bustline.  She had forgone the panties that matched, and her smooth-shaven pussy was in plain view.
Dean spoke up again.  "Tim, like I said....we both love you son.  We want you to enjoy tonight and to learn from it.  If there is anything that you are uncomfortable with, please tell us.  Please remember that this is our very private life between us and you only.  No one must ever know about it.  Most people don't approve of grownup's with boys and they certainly don't approve of men with boy's.  Do you understand Tim?"  As Dean had been speaking, Sue had begun to fondle the hard cocks on each side of her.  Dean was beginning to have difficulty speaking, and Tim was literally speechless.  All he could do was nod his head in assent.
Sue was a dream come true for Tim.  At the age of twenty four, Sue was a mature woman.  Coupled with her freshness and youth, she was more desirable than any of the high school girls.  As Sue pumped each hard cock in her hands, she began to mumble and mewl in self-pleasure with no hands touching her.  
Dean could see that all Sue needed was a little attention and she would explode.  "Sue looks really hot doesn't she Tim?  Go ahead.  Touch her.  Please feel free to touch, lick or kiss any part of her body that you want to.  I mean ANY part."  Sue helped things along.  She grabbed Tim's hand, guiding it to her gushing cunt.
"Here honey....just touch me here....put some fingers inside."  Sue spread her legs, draping each over the legs of the man to each side of her.  She kept pumping the cocks in her hands as Timmy explored her female parts.  Tim got more passionate and bolder as he experimented with his hand.  His hand was completely drenched with Sue's love juice with four of his fingers buried in her hot twat.  Sue cried for more.  "Fuck me Tim!  Fuck me with your hand!"  Dean reached down and guided Tim's thumb downward into his palm, "Now push a little harder Tim...put your hand inside her."  Dean watched the boy begin to literally fist fuck his young wife.  Tim's small hand and narrow wrist slid deeper and deeper into Pam's clutching hole.  She was screaming....tears flowing down her face as Tim slid his hand deeper until half of his forearm had disappeared into Sue.  Dean could see Sue's taut, flat belly swell with the movement of Tim's arm in her cunt.  His cock was near bursting and he didn't want to 'waste' his load.  Dean mounted the couch on his knees next to Sue and pressed his dripping prick to her face.  The mixture of her tears and his precum made a slippery mess of her face.  "Lick Sue's face Tim."  Without hesitating, Tim lunged into Sue and lapped her face like a cat to milk.  He didn't mind that Dean's cock was so close, beginning to take quick licks at the man's huge tool.  Tim was beginning to learn how wonderful sex with a woman was, but he was fascinated with Dean's cock too.  He wanted to taste his hot meat and return the favor of swallowing his cum.  Dean could see Tim's attraction too, and guided his hot rod onto Tim's slurping pink tongue.  That was all it took to put Dean over the edge, as he exploded ropes of burning jizz into Tim's little mouth and across the faces of both of them.  Sue began a long, wailing scream as she launched into her final orgasm.  Her wide-open mouth caught the last couple of shots of her husband's boiling cum.  Sue and Tim shared the task of cleaning the dripping secretions from Dean's recently spent prick.
Tim reveled in the feeling of another man's cock on his lips.  He knew that it would not be his last.  After Dean's cock was cleaned, his wife and the boy busied themselves with cleaning each others faces and sharing deep wet kisses.  Dean dropped to his knees in front of the pair and began a sensuous tongue bath of Tim's hand and arm.  He was tempted to suck Tim's beautiful, smooth tool again, but wanted to see it impaled in his wife's mouth.  Dean motioned for Tim to get on his knees, facing Sue, and straddling her.  Dean grasped the boy's meat in his hand and rubbed the twitching tool over Sue's soft face and lips.  He jacked the young cock as he centered in on Sue's lips and pushed the boy forward.  He clutched the boy's butt and began to fuck Sue's face with the boy's cock.  Sue gazed at her husband with a mixture of pure love, lust, and gratitude.  Dean almost came from the kinky scenario.  
But he wanted to save his next load for this kid's sweet, virgin asshole.  Dean lowered his face and nuzzled the boy's but cheeks...flicking his tongue out to Tim's little, puckered anus.
Tim cried out again as his second orgasm dumped his load into Sue's mouth.  Sue drank hungrily like a starved pup.
They all collapsed in a heap of contentment, "I think it's time to send you two bad boys to bed." Sue wearily sighed.  The man, woman, and boytoy all stumbled on shaky legs to the master bedroom for the night.
The three spent the remainder of the night exploring all of the possible combinations that two men and a woman could.  Tim experienced fucking the first woman in his life as he licked at her husband's spurting meat.  All three experienced anal sex for the first time, with both Tim and Dean fucking one another and Pam taking a cock in her ass for the first time.  Tim and Dean engaged in a hot '69' with each other.  Pam gently coached each of the men on how to properly deep-throat a cock as they devoured each other.
As dawn was rising the trio faded into blissful sleep.  


They spent the weekend in bed, rising only for occasional food or to shower off the accumulated fuck-scum from their decadent play.
Tim spent many more evenings and nights with Dean and Sue.  He became a confident and proficient lover with both of them.
Tim still had trouble with the boys at school.  They continued to dominate and bully him.  Partly out of self-preservation and partly out of desire, Tim became a habitual cocksucker.  If any boy threatened him, he would simply offer them a blow job.  Hardly any teenaged boy....straight or not....would turn down the chance to blow his load into a hot mouth.  After dumping their loads down Tim's throat, the boys were not longer anxious to kick his ass.
He remained a 'pencil-necked' geek however, and was thus afforded zero opportunities with any dating or relationships with girls.  He lusted in his mind and dreamed of the day that he may once again enjoy the charms of a beautiful woman.  For even though Tim was a soft 'sissy boy', he was a heterosexual, woman loving man who just happened to also love sucking cocks.
Years would pass before he had the opportunity to develop a loving relationship with a woman. 

*

Bob listened to Tim's confession of his coming of age.  Monica sat with tears streaming feeling even more love for the dearest man in the world to her.  The torrid account that Tim had revealed to her was shocking, but it filled in a lot of missing pieces that helped Monica make more complete sense out of her life with Tim.  She wished she had known all of this years ago.
"Well.....That is certainly revealing and enlightening Tim." Bob commented.  "How about you Monica?  Anything you think you ought to be telling us?"  Now Monica realized that she was on the hot seat, and that is was her time to finally reveal her past to Tim.
Monica had spoken very little to Tim about her life in growing up in a small town in Alabama.  Her daddy had been killed in a coal mine explosion when she was just a young girl.  The left only her mother to raise Monica and her brother 4 years her senior.  Her mom worked long hours during the evening at a seedy roadhouse outside of town.  She told the children that she was a waitress at the place, but it was revealed later that her mother was nothing more than a cheap whore.  She was used by the redneck patrons as a fuck receptacle in the filthy backrooms of the tavern.  The asshole that ran the place kept the majority of the money that his 'ladies' earning, justifying it in the name of management and protection fees.  Her mother would have been better off working as an honest waitress at the regular diner in town, but was too naïve and just plain stupid to realize this.  Monica became accustomed to seeing a new 'boyfriend' spending time at their house all through her childhood.  As she grew older and began to bud into a lovely young girl, her natural beauty began to draw the attention of these guys.  The men would enjoy 'tucking in' Monica at bedtime.  Her mother knew that there was more to it, but was afraid to say anything to them.  These guys were bad assed, backwoods rednecks.  They didn't reason with others when an argument occurred.  All they knew was how to fight....or in the case of a woman....beat the shit out of her.  
Ben was one of the men that she recalled staying around the longest.  He lived with them for nearly two years, moving in shortly after Monica's ninth birthday.  Ben soon developed an 'unhealthy' interest in the little girl.  Monica was used to this by now, since most of her mother's boyfriends did likewise.  He would visit Monica at bedtime.  Often he would volunteer to bathe her had ready her for bed.  He would carry her to bed after her bath and touch her all over as he powdered her baby soft flesh.  Soon he began to pull out his hard prick and jack off as his hands glided over her budding body....telling her how beautiful she was.  Monica knew that what was happening was wrong, but she hungered for attention and love.  What she got was about all she had a hope for, so she grew to accept anything that Ben tried with her.  Soon enough the nightly ritual progressed to where Ben would lay her out on the bed....spread her little thighs....and feast upon her tiny hairless pussy.  Monica hated the raspy feeling of his unshaven face on her sensitive skin, but Ben must have been doing something right in eating the child's developing pussy.  As time went on, Monica's sexual response developed to the point that she was capable of multiple orgasms.....just not a typical ten year old.  Ben taught Monica the art of properly fellating a man.  The girl became an accomplished deep-throat cocksucker.  Monica became accustomed to Ben's molestation and actually looked forward to her time with him each night.  A person's mind can really bend itself out of perspective when they are starved for security, attention, and love.  Ben provided the only thing that resembled this to Monica.  Her mother had grown more distant from her, probably due to jealousy of Ben's attention to her little girl.
One morning Monica's mother didn't come home.  She never would again.  Apparently one of the guys had contracted a venereal disease and ended up taking it home to his wife.  Of course she threw the guy out.  He returned to the bar that night where he bludgeoned Monica's mother to death.  Monica's brother freaked and ran away.  Her grandmother in Tampa was notified of her daughter's demise.  Soon after Monica was taken to Tampa to live with grandma.
Her new life in Tampa was a big adjustment to Monica.  She had lived all of her life in a relatively unsupervised environment.  She was also conditioned to a regular sex life.  Still technically a virgin, but completely knowledgeable in sexual intimacy and oral sex, and fully matured in sexual responsiveness.  Like most children that had endured sexual abuse, her self-esteem was based upon her sexual desirability.  
After her grandmother had obtained Monica's medical records, some long kept secrets were finally revealed.  Monica had been born a prematurely by over six weeks.  Her mother's early labor had been brought on by the excessive sex she engaged in as a whore at the roadhouse.  While there was no venereal infection at the time of pregnancy, her mother had contracted a chronic viral infection that had affected Monica's growth patterns.  Monica's tiny size was clearly a result of her premature birth and subsequent poor nutrition as an infant.  The viral infection that her mother carried apparently affected Monica's maturity in a couple of unusual ways.  Monica's onset of puberty literally exploded soon after her eleventh birthday.  She developed in less than a year from a spindly little girl to a full-blown - but miniaturized - version of a Barbi doll type of woman.  The other phenomenon was that Monica was totally devoid of any body hair.  The only hair on her body were the long blond tresses on her head.  
Grandma was no dummy.  She well knew that her own daughter had been a slut, and she wasn't about to let Monica follow the same path to adulthood.  She kept a close reign on her.  Monica hated the disciplined lifestyle, but silently suffered.  She was kept busy with chores around grandma's little bungalow.  She did her homework and went to bed early and alone.  She attended church every Sunday.  All in all Monica had been rescued from a dismal, decadent environment and was transplanted into a solid and wholesome lifestyle.  
All seemed to be good....but not really.  Grandma was never really able to truly love her little granddaughter.  She knew that she was the fruit of her slut daughter, not even being sure who the father was.  She also resented having to raise another child when she was past 60 years of age.  Grandma provided well and cared for Monica, but the child felt the lack of affection and knew that she wasn't really wanted there.  The removal of sexual activity from her life has really wreaked havoc on the girl's self-confidence.  
Monica was aged sixteen by now and was still forbidden to date.
Hell....she had grown so introverted by this point that even if a boy had asked her out, she would have probably turned-tail and run due to her poor self-image.  

*

Larry and Robin Stiller were busy getting ready for a big night out on the town to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary.  "Dad...Mom....telephone,"  their twelve year old son shouted from the adjacent living room.  "Hello?  Candice?  You've got to be kidding...you can't babysit for Chuck tonight?  Ok...understand...can't plan things like the flu can you?  Well thanks for calling and take care of yourself."  Larry slammed the phone down in frustration.  He had planned this big evening for weeks, and now the babysitter had bailed on them!  Chuck was old enough that he probably didn't need a babysitter, but his parents were protective of him.  "What do you think Robin?"
"How about asking that girl next door if she can help out?  We don't really know her or her grandmother, but she seems nice.  Maybe she can watch out for Chuck just for tonight."
"Sounds like a plan Robin.  Can you go over there and speak to her?"  "Be right back honey,"  Robin was out the door.
"Hi.  I'm Robin Stiller....my husband Larry and son Chuck are your neighbors.  We have a bit of a problem.  Our babysitter cancelled at the last minute, and we need someone to watch Chucky for the evening.  We'll be glad to pay your granddaughter well for her trouble."  Robin looked hopefully at Monica's grandmother.  "How about it Monica?  It's up to you."
"No problem grandma,"  Monica was grateful for any kind of break in her routine.  "I'll be right over Mrs. Stiller.
Monica slipped on some sandals and grabbed the book that she had been reading and left for the neighbor's house.  At the Stiller's she was greeted by Larry and Robin and met their son Chuck.   "How old are you Monica?  You look so young."  Larry queried.  "I'm sixteen sir.  I'm finishing my junior year in high school."  Monica giggled.  She was used to this type of reaction to her petite features.  She actually appeared  as if she could have been younger than their son Chuck....if it had not been for her bulging breasts, tiny waist, and flaring hips.  Chuck just stood and looked at her in awe.  He couldn't believe his good fortune.
"Well...help yourself to anything you want in the fridge.  We will be out late.  If you get tired, you can nap on the sofa.  Chuck needs to be in bed by ten.  At that, the Stiller's left for the evening.
Chuck and Monica just stood there for a few moments, "So what do you want to do tonight Chuck?"  Chuck was imagining what he would like to do.  Unbeknownst to Monica, the little shit had been spying on Monica for a long time now.  He had snuck though the darkness of his neighbor's back yard and peeped on many occasions.  Chuck had watched Monica changing clothes and bathing.  He had lusted for her delectable, perfect body....her porcelain skin and mountainous breasts.  He had even seen her lay back on her bed late at night and masturbate.  Watching Monica's fingers plunging in and out of her smooth, bare pussy....culminating in blinding orgasms, as he stood outside of her window....shooting his cum on the wall of grandma's house.  Chuck had a idea.  "You want to watch a movie Monica?"  "Sure Chuck....whatcha got?"  I could get one of Dad's 'special' movies out.  I know where he hides them."  Chuck wasn't sure how Monica would react, but he had to try.  
"So they're pretty good, huh?  Let's check 'em out then." Monica had a pretty good idea of where this was going, and it had been a long...long time since she had enjoyed the touch of anything other than her own fingers.  She just had to play along and act dumb....allowing Chuck to think that he was tricking her.  Chuck ran off to get the movies.  He returned in a flash, afraid that Monica might change her mind.  No chance of that, but he didn't know.  Monica was glad she had worn the little sundress.  It had buttons down the front from top to bottom.  She bare legs displayed below the hem.  Slipping out of her sandals, she asked, "Where's the bathroom Chuck?"  Down the hall, first on the left" Came the reply.  Monica padded off to the bathroom and quickly closed the door behind her.  She slipped out of her panties and removed her bra.  She primped in the mirror and restored her sundress to order.  She stashed her underwear in the hamper under some other clothing....she would return for them later.  This kid was going to get one helluva education tonight, and she was going to enjoy it to the fullest!
Monica returned to the living room.  Chuck had already turned down the lights and had the VCR readied.  "That's so cute, "Monica thought.  "He thinks that he's going to try to seduce me."
She recalled some joke about the 'fox guarding the chicken house' and chuckled to herself.  Monica settled down next to Chuck on the couch.  She turned to him, "I'm ready Chuck...are you?" her eyes sparkled with a hint of flirtatiousness.  Chuck was excited, but also now a little scared.  He had no words as he nodded slowly, his eyes locked on Monica.  "Start the movie kid!"  She prodded.
This flick didn't pull any punches.  Things got right down to business with hardcore fucking and sucking.  Monica pretended to be shocked, "I didn't know it would show all that."  Chuck tried to act grown up, "Oh yeah Monica.  Do you like what you see?"
"Oh Chuck....it looks so exciting.  Do people really do those things?" Monica still played dumb.  She drew her hand up her leg and slowly stroked the silky soft flesh of her thigh...pretending as though it was an unconscious action.  Soon she brought her other hand up to one of her breasts and slowly squeezed it.  Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the Chuck had a huge boner that he was trying to sneak a rub on occasionally.  "This is so cool Chuck!"  Monica pretended to lose her composure and leaped closer to Chuck and gave him a quick hug.  She made sure to press her titties against him and draw her hand back across his hard cock as she sat back in her seat.  The action had caused her sundress to raise much higher on her thighs and she also allowed her legs to spread apart a bit more.  "This is making me thirsty Chuck.  Be a dear and go get me a Coke."  The boy quickly hustled off to the kitchen, taking care to keep the bulge in his shorts out of view.
Monica took the opportunity to undo two buttons at the top and another at the bottom of her sundress.  She checked the effect and saw that she could expose most of her bulbous chest if she turned the right way.  Her dress would fall apart at the bottom at the slightest motion to expose her steaming, smooth young cunt.
Chuck soon returned with two Cokes.  Seeing his return, Monica spoke, "Bring one of those to me Chuck."  The boy was still desperately trying to conceal his raging hard-on, holding the cans of soda in front of his crotch.  Monica was well aware of this and purposely reached out a little too far for the Coke.  Her fingers contacted Chuck's pulsating cock, which she briefly encircled with her fingers before drawing back and grabbing the Coke can.  Monica flopped back against the couch and spread her legs slightly as she lounged back into the cushions.  Her movements caused her sundress to split at the hem almost to her navel.  Her entire hot, bare pussy was exposed. Monica's top was split open to expose the in between her tits outward nearly to her nipples.  Chuck just stood frozen in place, staring at the spectacle.  Monica broke his reverie, "Sit down Chuck!  I can't see the movie with you standing there!"
The teenage girl pulled the boy by the arm.  Chuck lost his balance as she twisted him in place and he fell to the cushions next to her.
Monica's silken skin touched Chuck all the way down their arms and along her golden, tan thigh.  Monica calmly laid her hand on Chuck's thigh and began to draw little imaginary circles with her fingertips on his flesh.  Chuck was on fire as his cock reached full erection.  It tented in his shorts and then twitched out the leg opening of his shorts.  Chuck was still in a speechless panic as Monica slid her buttery fingers around his throbbing shaft of boy-flesh.  "Oh fuck!"  Chuck cried.  Chuck's hot rod began spurting his load of cum.  Chuck was in tears, probably a mixture of passion and embarrassment as he ran from the room.  
Monica knew she had to go calm the boy.  She padded down the hallway of the house to the boy's room, and looked in.  Chuck had thrown himself onto his bed and was sobbing.  Monica sat on the side of the bed next to Chuck and reached to comfort him.  Chuck jumped at her touch as she ran her fingers through his hair.  Soon she bent and began to plant light kisses on the side of his face, nibbling on his ear as she whispered to him.  "It's OK honey....you have a beautiful, healthy cock.  It'll get hard again and then we'll have some real fun."
Chuck couldn't believe his ears.  His babysitter - This drop-dead foxy woman-child was telling him that she was ready for some action.  As he rolled over, he looked up at Monica's smiling, angelic face.  "Get those clothes off Chuck....it's your bedtime."  Chuck's face fell as he now thought that Monica was just going back to treating him like a child and putting him to bed for the night.  He soon knew that the night was not yet over as Monica began to unfasten the remaining buttons on her sundress.  As her glorious flesh was exposed, Chuck struggled to divest himself of his shorts and t-shirt.  Monica pulled the dress off, jumped onto the bed and engulfed Chuck's throbbing cock with her sucking lips.
The boy didn't last more than 30 seconds to explode again in orgasm, pumping his boiling cum into Monica's sex-starved body.
Monica continued to nurse Chuck's cock which never lost its throbbing erection.  After several more minutes of ecstatic pleasure from Monica's lips, the boy felt her climbing over him to squat over his writhing body.  Monica lowered herself onto Chuck's hot rod, slowly impaling herself.  She began a slow rocking on his cock, her sucking pussy clenching tightly around the young boy.  She bent towards Chuck face and gently brushed her mammoth tits across the boy's face.  Chuck was groaning deliriously as his lips puckered to suck the girl's full, firm titflesh.  "That's it sweetie... suck my tits while you fuck my hot cunt!  You're simply beautiful baby! Fuck Meeeeeeeeee!!"  Chuck couldn't believe this girl's filthy talk.  Just like in the movies...except this was his gorgeous, young next-door neighbor....making sweet, sexy, tender love to the boy.  It was the stuff of his wildest fantasies, but was for real....right now....in his own bed.  Chuck and Monica  made love for the next two hours, before Monica decided that they had better get things back in order before Chuck's parents arrived home.  Chuck and Monica continued their secret liaisons for the next two years until Monica graduated from high school.
Monica moved to a small apartment on the West side.  She then got a job at a clothing store at University Mall working evenings and weekends, and attending interior design school during the day.
Her demanding schedule and responsibilities kept her occupied and her mind off of sex until after she graduated from design school.
She made a few applications for jobs at local galleries and furniture stores, ending up accepting a position at Brenner's.  Monica dove into her new career with a vengeance.  She loved working in the large, old store...the beautiful furniture and accessories...doing her best to prove herself.  She stayed busy and worked hard each day.  She earned the respect of the older salespeople at Brenner's.  She worked hard to help them with their customers, and both of them made more money that way.  Even with this popularity though, Monica had no personal life.  Due to her appearance of being so young, a lot of people were reticent to socialize with Monica.  She had noticed Tim right off among the others there, but he never seemed to talk with her except for strictly business matters.  When Tim had first laid eyes on Monica, he was star-struck.  Tim was still too timid to actually ask a girl on a date however, and Monica was certainly as shy and reserved as he was.  The chance for Tim and Monica to finally "break the ice" came a few months after starting to work for Brenners Furniture.  Fate worked its magic one day when the floor manager was preparing for the big Spring Sale.
He was totally swamped with markdown work and spending time with the store's auditors.  Tom had one of those Saver Booklet coupons for a couple of free meals at the Italian restaurant nearby.  With all the work that he had to do, he knew he would never escape the confines of the store before midnight.  It was lunchtime and Tom thought, "What the heck.  Tim and Monica are scheduled for lunch break.  They are such good, loyal employees.  I'll just give this to them.  Monica was still in the employee locker area retrieving her purse, while Tom stopped Tim as he was preparing to leave the building.  "Here Tim." Tom proffered the coupon.  "Here're a couple of free meals on me.  This expires today, and I got no chance of getting out of here today."  Monica was exiting the locker room and Tom caught her attention. "Monica....Lunch is on me today.  Tim has the coupon for the two of you....free meals for two at Luigi's across the street."  Tim and Monica had both been caught off-guard.  They both looked like a couple of deer on a dark night, caught in a car's headlights, frozen in fear in their tracks.  Tom knew that both of them were kind of the quiet, shy types.  However this was almost comical.  "What's wrong.  Aren't you guys hungry?  It's a wonderful, four-star restaurant.  Now scoot!"  Tom grinned at the young pair standing before him.  Tim and Monica slowly turned toward one another, afraid to look one another in the eye.  They knew each other as fellow store employees.  They had spoken before, but strictly for business purposes.  They knew nothing of each other personally, yet each one secretly was attracted to the other.  Tim was finally able to choke out a few words to Monica, "Shall we go?"  He stumbled toward the door...if one hadn't known any better, Tim was walking as if he was drunk.  Monica also took short, studied steps.  She had butterflies in her stomach and a pair of rubbery legs too.  Tom paused a moment to watch the couple crossing the street together.  They look like a couple of grade school kids dressed up to play grownup.  "Make a cute couple," Tom mumbled to himself, then returned to his work.  What Tom didn't know however was that this was Tim's first date ever with a woman, and that he was already in love with her.
That fateful day's luncheon began a storybook love affair leading to Tim and Monica's marriage six months later.  "That's about is Mr. Sutherland."  Tim concluded.  "We guess that we live a pretty quiet life compared to most young couples.  We do most things together and don't socialize much."  "That's right Mr. Sutherland." Monica added,  "We enjoy each other's company and aren't really comfortable in a crowd anyway."
"Well, I hope you guys make time for me, because I know that we are going to become really good friends."  Bob continued, "I am going to change your lives.  Both of you are so beautiful and sexy, and make such a charming couple."  Bob pulled Monica close into a hot, passionate kiss as he groped her soaked cunt.  He then turned to Tim, playing his tongue over Tim's lips and groping for his cock.  As Bob fished Tim's growing hardon out of his pants, he continued.  "You will both learn to trust me completely.  You will surrender your bodies to me for our mutual pleasure.  You will do anything that I ask of you, and you will love it. You are going to experience things that you never before dreamed of.  But I will always respect your love, as it is so obvious that you love each other so much."
Tim and Monica slumped against Bob and cuddled up to their newly found mentor (Master?).  

To be continued....




 
