The Stagers (6 page)

This was better than she could have imagined. Her hands fondled Lyle’s balls while she made patterns against his skin with her tongue. Without prompting, he spread his legs wider for her, a nonverbal invitation she acknowledged. She continued to manipulate his cock with one hand and made a production of slipping her index and middle fingers between her lips. Van grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to his lips, sucking them into his mouth before releasing them and going back to her breast. With each push of his hips, she felt his cock deeper inside.

She again swallowed Lyle’s full cock, taking him further down her throat. She probed at his anus with her slick index finger, his groan telling her she was on the right track. She continued to finger-fuck his anus and suck his cock while Van pumped her pussy from behind.

Van moved his hand to her mouth, and she immediately sucked his thumb between her lips. When he pulled away, he leaned forward, whispering, “I’m going to come soon.”

“Me too, Farrin. Put another finger in my ass and make me come.”

“Your wish, Lyle.” She again took his cock to her lips and sunk her middle finger beside her index finger. She felt his body shudder and moved to take his cock further down her throat. At the same time, Van used his thumb to make small circles around her anus. She pushed back further, a nonverbal acceptance of his idea. Her whole body shuttered when he pushed the digit inside her. With his cock full in her pussy and now his finger in her ass, she knew she would come soon.

Lyle came first when she twisted her fingers inside his ass. His cum pumped down her throat in several hot spurts. She ground backward against Van, and he pushed deeper in both her holes. His orgasm came with his hips pushing furiously deeper inside her. He twisted his thumb in her butt, and she lost control, for the first time in her life, her orgasm beyond any height she’d ever known. She didn’t scream aloud, rather let out several panting sounds in an effort to catch her breath.

Van stayed inside her, his cock deflating, but his finger still made small motions in her ass. She licked Lyle’s cock clean of his cum and let her head rest on his thigh. They were motionless for seconds before Van finally pulled from her body.

“Don’t go,” she whispered half heartedly, knowing she was spent. Her body and mind were beyond any sexual height she’d ever considered, let alone actually experienced.

“Now that is how I like to spend my Sunday afternoons.” Van let her go and swam several laps.

Lyle stayed on the poolside, Farrin supporting her weight on his thighs. His fingers ran through her wet hair, pushing it from her face.

“You, my dear, are a world-class cock sucker.”

“I didn’t know I had it in me,” she teased.

“Just think of what else is buried deep inside.”

“Think about it is all I can do. I’m exhausted.” She glanced around and suddenly became embarrassed, could feel the heat creep up her naked chest to her cheeks. Lyle laughed at her.

“No getting all embarrassed now, Farrin. We all wanted this, and I personally enjoyed it. I’d like to do it again.” He gave her his mischievous smile, the one she was beginning to recognize as sex on the brain.

“I’d like to do it again, too. But I have a different idea.”

She turned in the water and watched Van continue to swim the length of the pool. “Tell us, maybe we can make your dream come true.”

“Next time. I’m exhausted. I’m up for a shower and pizza, along with a football game. Anyone interested?”

It amazed her how he had no trouble going from what could have been more awkward to normal behavior. If she hadn’t just been fucked by him, she wouldn’t know the depth of the afternoon they shared.

“I’m heading home for sleep.” She reluctantly pulled herself up on the side of the pool and accepted the towel Lyle tossed toward her. She sauntered toward the fresh water shower in the corner of the yard and washed the chlorine from her hair and body. Under the spray, she should have had some self-deprecating thoughts and feelings. Instead, she felt calm and relaxed, thoroughly fucked.

When she left the shower, one of the men had collected her bikini and placed both halves on the lounge nearby. She dressed quickly, accepting the cup of hot coffee Van pressed into her hand.

“You never told us what your scenario was.”

“Next time. I’m too relaxed right now.”

“Farrin, I’m heading home. Do you want a ride?”

“No thanks, Lyle. I drove myself here.”

Van pulled on a terry robe and walked both of them to their cars. He took Lyle’s hand when it was offered but didn’t pull him to his body. “See you Wednesday at the new job site.”

“I’ll be there. You heading to Nina’s tonight?”

“No, I think I’ll head home and get some sleep.”

“Me too. Thanks for a lovely afternoon, Van.” Farrin knew her cheeks flushed, and she couldn’t bring her gaze to meet his.

“You’re welcome. Next time, I’ll stage the production.” He gave her a half smile and a peck on each cheek. He stayed in his driveway until she was safely locked in her truck and it was started. Her drive home was mindless. The vehicle was on an automatic pilot of sorts, her mind wondering just what Van would ”stage” for their next sex party.

Chapter Eight

Monday and Tuesday were so normal for Farrin, they were abnormal. All she had on her mind was sex, with Van and Lyle, with just Van or with just Lyle.

Until now, she’d viewed Lyle as a friend. Now she saw him as a lover, too. By Wednesday morning, she would have dropped to her knees the minute she saw Van at the new job site if there hadn’t been other people around them.

She hadn’t met this realtor before but didn’t like her on sight. For spring in Florida, she was overly tanned and wore makeup that could have peeled off in a layer. Worse was the heavy perfume she wore, the scent reaching her before the woman did.

It reminded her of a funeral home the day after a wake, when the flowers had festered in the heat all night. Overly sweet, it hung heavy in the air around them. It was the same scent she experienced the morning of her father’s funeral, when they said their final goodbyes and followed the casket to the cemetery. She pushed the image from her mind and turned back toward business.

What Farrin realized after the introductions was she didn’t like the way the woman looked at Van. In that instant, she knew she had to take a step back and remember their agreement. Van was very straightforward when he told her there would be no attachments. Only sex and fun, and when it had run its course, it would end.

She listened with half an ear as the other woman rambled on with her vision of staging the condo for sale. Farrin didn’t bother to take notes. The scene was rote by now. She knew exactly what shelves and locations to find the furniture and accessories. She noted Van was polite but didn’t flirt openly. Farrin decided it was because he probably already had his fling with this woman, it was over, and they were only into business. Lyle was his complete charming self, as always, the diplomat and politician of the group arranging the final details.

Thankful the realtor had left, Farrin immediately started opening windows and doors to rid the space of the perfume scent.

“She does douse herself liberally,” Lyle chuckled as he propped open the front door and back sliders. “If you notice, I try to be busy when she arrives and blow her a hello kiss. If I don’t, I smell like her the rest of the day.”

“It’s like the scent is in my skin. I need a shower.” She pushed open the window over the kitchen sink and made her way out onto the small balcony. Taking deep breaths of the humid air was better than breathing inside. Van was behind her a few minutes later.

“That woman has no imagination.” His tone was light, accepting.

“You’ve worked with her before?”

“I’ve worked with just about all the realtors in southern Florida at one time or another. You’ll get used to them after a while.” He moved to the railing and leaned on it, bringing his body close to hers. “You see any problems with this job?”

“Only that there’s no imagination in it.”

“I agree, but Lynda does know her market. In this location and this kind of setup, people who buy these condos are looking for palm trees and pale colors. It’s what they’ve come to expect and how they think they’re supposed to live here.”

“Well, she’s the client. She can have what she wants.”

“What can I have?” He nudged her shoulder with his, glancing to her and back to the view.

“Almost anything, as long as it’s imaginative.” She turned halfway and leaned on the railing, her chest positioned for view and touch if he was interested. “You said you had an idea when we were in the pool last week. What was that about?”

“Maybe you should pick,” he countered.

“Can I pick this week?” Lyle had wandered to the doorway and stood listening. “Farrin got to pick the pool last time.” He set a mock pout on his lips.

“All right, Lyle. This time you pick. What’s your perverted little mind thinking now?” Van turned and leaned his back against the railing, giving Lyle his attention. He didn’t give him his full attention as his left hand reached to cover Farrin’s breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index fingers. She moved only slightly to fill his palm further, a silent go-ahead to continue. She noted Lyle blushed slightly, his cheeks reddening.

“I’ve been a naughty boy this week.” He looked directly at Lyle.

“And you feel you need to be punished for these…transgressions?” Van’s tone had deepened, but he continued to roll her nipple.

Farrin noted the smile Lyle had to keep tugging back before he could speak. “Go on, Lyle, tell us how you think a naughty boy should be punished for his deeds?” She couldn’t believe she was stepping into this game so easily, but she liked it. “Is it because you caught Van fondling my breast?”

“Well, that too.” He hesitated but finally continued. “I saw you, Miss Farrin, our librarian, being fondled by Mr. Van, our principle, in the hallway.” He said it with exaggerated flair and hand gestures.

“I see. Did you stop to watch or did you walk away?”

“I stopped to watch.” He turned to Van. “How would you punish a naughty boy who watched his teacher and principle?”

Van thought for a while. “I think this should be dealt with after the
school
day.” His fingers dropped from her breast, and she was instantly disappointed.

“Ms. Farrin and I will decide your punishment tonight. You will both be in my library at eight o’clock.”

“But, sir, what do you have in mind?” Lyle asked.

“Don’t be late, young man, and be prepared for your punishment.”

“Yes, sir.” Lyle gave them a mock salute and turned away. Farrin would have sworn he skipped to the front door and let himself out.

“And you, Miss Farrin, how would you punish the naughty boy in your class?”

“I suppose it depends on just how much he saw you fondling me. And if this is the first time he’s been in trouble.”

“This isn’t his first time.”

“Then I suppose we’ll have to wait until tonight and see if he’s…repentant.”

He laughed aloud. “See you tonight, Librarian Farrin.” He gave her a quick peck on her cheek and left her to close and lock up the condo.

All afternoon her pussy was hot and needy. She kept wondering about their evening. From their cryptic conversation, she assumed a spanking was in order. She just didn’t know who was to give and who would receive. Then it struck her, she’d like to experience both.

She had a light supper and dressed for the evening. She wore a black pencil skirt and a silky man-tailored blouse. Under it, she wore a black satin corset with garters to hold up her black hose. She didn’t slide on the matching panties. She pulled her hair back in a severe twist at the nape of her neck. Farrin put in her contacts but tucked her reading glasses in her purse. Her new, black, four-inch pumps completed her look. She wore no perfume.

The drive over seemed to take forever, and she made a definite decision not to touch her pussy or clit. It didn’t stop her from clenching her thighs, trying to ease the ache.

Arriving a few minutes to eight, Van let her in his home and showed her to a room off the main hallway she’d not seen before. It was a library of sorts, actually his office. The large mahogany desk anchored the center of the room. She noted it was clean except for a wooden ruler. Van offered her a drink, which she sipped until the doorbell rang. She was wandering before the book shelves when the men returned.

“Miss Farrin,” Lyle said, entering with his head slightly bowed. He wore old sneakers, a white tee shirt, and baggy jeans. It was so far from his every day manicured appearance, she almost laughed. Then she remembered the corset she was wearing.

“Lyle,” she acknowledged.

“You’ll wait in the hallway until we decide your punishment.” Van’s tone was very deep and gruff. Lyle turned on his heel and left, leaving the door open behind him.

Van strode across the room to her and turned her in his arms. His kiss was tender at first, and she responded in kind. He took the empty glass from her hand and put it on a shelf. Then he kissed her a second time. It was the kiss of things to come. His hands slid up and down her sides and waist, his hips jutting forward, his erection pressing between her legs. The groan they heard was hers as she moved tighter against Van.

“But, Principle Van, we shouldn’t be doing this. Anyone might see us.” Her tongue ran a line from his lips to his earlobe where she bit lightly. His cock surged against her belly, and he sighed. Van reached to the neckline of her shirt. When she thought he would unbutton it, he grabbed each side and tugged it open, buttons popping as the material gave way. The chill shuddered through her, wetting her pussy further.

“Very nice,” he told her, fingering the strap of her corset. It was all she could do to keep from reaching down and rubbing her clit. Instead, she reached between their bodies and grabbed Van’s erection. He was full and thick, and she automatically dropped to her knees. Careful not to catch his skin in the zipper, she engulfed him with her lips.

Farrin knew Lyle watched surreptitiously from the doorway and knew it made the whole scene more intense. She lavished Van’s cock with attention, grinning when she tasted his first drops of pre-cum. It was then Van drew her up by her shoulders in front of him, his hands encasing her breasts. Her torn shirt still hung from her shoulders as he lowered his lips, kissing first the tops of them and finally lifting them from the cups of cloth to suckle her. She ground her hips against him and used her hand to hold his head to her breast, urging him to suck harder.