Life on Oak Grove Drive - April's Story

You are drawing this to a wonderful end GH. I'll be sorry to see it go. I suspect your characters might just be appearing again sometime though. Older, more mature, like fine wine. Mmmmm ....

Priss

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I always appreciate your support.

GH


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I may take you up on that offer. I am a little busy right now, so I may have to wait a little bit.

To everyone, I apologize for the occasional typo. Writing an ongoing serial can cause somenone to hurry to get a passage posted sometimes.

I am glad your enjoying the story.

GH

Thanks Peak

I am not sure what's going to happen. Check my comments in "Sarah"

I do know that I am enjoying writing the ending to April's Story.

GH

We arrived at Helen's house just before 7:00.

When we parked the car in front Mark said, "April, this is a mansion."

I nodded. "Yes, Helen and Lorraine are very wealthy."

We went into the house. As we walked down the hallway Mark looked at the paintings on the wall and said "This is amazing."

Lorraine was in the kitchen cooking sausages. He didn't hear us come in. His stereo was on. He was listening to Beethoven's 6th Symphony. I knew it was one of his favorite pieces of music.

I walked up behind him, threw my arms around his waist and hugged him. "How's my favorite breakfast cook this morning?"

Lorraine turned and smiled at me. "Good morning April." He looked over my shoulder. "Is this your new boyfriend?"

I turned, "Lorraine Milton, I would like you to meet Mark Peters. Mark this is Lorraine."

Lorraine extended his hand. "Mark I am very pleased to meet you."

Mark shook Lorraine's hand and said, "Thank you sir. I am very pleased to me you to."

Lorraine laughed and looked down at his outfit. He was wearing a little black maid's dress with a white apron. His garter belt extended well below the hem of his skirt and was attached to his black nylon stockings. Black spike heeled shoes completed his outfit.

"It's been a long time since anyone called me sir."

"What would you like me to call you?"

"Lorraine would be just fine."

Lorraine turned to me. "I already like this boy. He understands the importance of being polite."

I grabbed two coffee mugs from the cupboard and filled them with coffee. Lorraine already had a mug.

I sat down at the kitchen table and patted the chair next to me. "Mark sit down over here."

Lorraine turned the music off and started frying French Toast. As he dropped the pieces of egg soaked bread into the hot pan he said, "Mark, what's your major at Kelroy?"

Mark was just about to answer when there was a noise at the kitchen door.

"There you are April, I thought I heard your voice." It was Helen. She was wearing a long silk dressing gown. Her makeup and hair were perfect. She looked ravishing.

I got up and hugged her. "Helen you look beautiful this morning."

"Thank you dear. When I heard you were stopping by with your new slave this morning, I got up early and had Lorraine do my makeup and hair."

She looked at Mark. "Is this the boy?"

I whispered to Mark, "Stand up."

Helen smiled. "Oh don't worry dear. I won't expect him to know how to behave until Lorraine and Morris have had an opportunity to start training him."

Mark stood up.

Helen extended her hand. "I'm Helen Darcy. Welcome to my house."

Mark bowed politely and said, "Thank you Ms. Darcy. I am very pleased to meet you."

Helen smiled at me. "I like this boy. He understands how to be polite."

I laughed. "Helen, Lorraine said exactly the same thing."

Helen looked at her husband. "Lorraine has always been a wonderful judge of character."

Lorraine brought two plates of French toast and sausage over to the kitchen table. He set one in front of me and one in front of the chair where Mark had been sitting."

Mark continued to stand. He wasn't sure what to do.

Helen noticed his confusion. "Mark please sit down and eat. You are correct to stand when your superiors are present, but this is the kitchen. In our household the kitchen is neutral territory. Slaves and Mistresses can sit together in the kitchen. For you, April's bedroom will also be considered neutral territory."

Mark sat down. As soon as he was seated, Helen sat down at the table with us.

When she was seated Lorraine asked her, "Mistress would you like some breakfast?"

"Just coffee right now Lorraine. I'll have my breakfast in the dining room with David when he gets up."

Lorraine brought a mug of coffee over for Helen. As he set it down Helen said, "Lorraine get your coffee and come sit with us. You can clean up later."

Lorraine joined us. While Mark and I ate our breakfast, Helen and Lorraine got to know Mark.

When we were done eating I looked at Mark and said, "Come with me, I'll show you my bedroom."

As we left the kitchen. I turned to Helen. "Mark brought an overnight bag. Do you mind if he stays with me tonight."

Helen smiled. "April that would make Lorraine and I very happy.

When we got to my room I showered quickly and put on clean clothes. When I was dressed we left Mark's bag in my room and went to school.

When we got to Kelroy, we split up so we could go to class. Before we split, we agreed to meet in the grill at 11:30 for lunch.

At 11:28 I walked into the grill. Mark hadn't arrived yet.

I looked over at our old table. Everyone was sitting there. I walked over.

As soon as he saw me, Jamal stood up and greeted me. "Hello April, it's been a long time since we've seen you in here." He pulled up a chair. "Please join us."

"Thanks Jamal, I would love to."

I was just saying hello to everyone when I noticed Mark coming through the door. When he was inside the grill he stopped and searched the room for me. He smiled when he spotted me. His smile quickly turned to a frown when he saw who I was sitting with.

Mark put his head down, walked over to a vacant table and sat down by himself.

I jumped up and walked over to him. "Baby, what's the matter. Why didn't you come over?"

Mark looked up at me. "Those guys are all jocks. They won't let me sit with them. In their minds I'm just some kind of a math nerd."

I took his hand. "Baby those are my friends. They're all very nice. Give them a chance. They're not like the rich frat boys."

I stood up and pulled Mark out of his chair. "Come on, I want you to meet them."

We walked over. When we got to the table I put my arm around Mark's shoulder. "Guys, this is my boyfriend Mark Peters."

Jamal stood up and extended his hand. "Hello Mark, I'm Jamal Wright. Won't you please sit down." He pulled up another chair and set it along side the one I'd been sitting in.

As we sat down, Big Julius said, "Mark you must be a wonderful guy. We've been trying to get April back into the grill ever since school started last fall."

I looked at Julius. "He is a wonderful guy."

Cynthia Parker smiled and said, "April, It's so nice to see you again. We've all been so worried about you."

Adam looked at me and said, "Hey April, does this mean we can start having football parties again?"

There was a sudden hush around the table. Everyone was staring at me.

Darbs turned to Adam. "Hey shut up. That was uncalled for."

I shook my head. "No it's okay. Mark knows about everything. I've been totally honest with him."

I turned to Adam. "I'm glad you asked that question. No, I'm not ready for football parties right now. I am not sure that I will ever be ready for football parties again."

I looked at everyone at the table. "I had a wonderful man. You all knew Ponce. He was your friend to. I know that he loved the sex games we played, we all enjoyed them."

My voice got very quiet. "Ever since he was ***ed, I've beaten myself up about those games. I keep asking myself if I could have given Ponce more love if I hadn't been playing with other guys."

I looked at Mark. "Now I've been lucky enough to find another wonderful man."

I leaned over and kissed Mark on his cheek. "At least for a while, he's going to get all of my love and attention. It's not going to anyone else."

Everyone at the table was silent.

Adam was the first to speak. "I'm sorry April. I was out of line. I had no business asking that question. Please forgive me."

I smiled. "Adam you never have to ask me to forgive you. You're my friend. We all say things we later regret. I think it's in our nature as human beings."

Adam looked at me. "Maybe this is the best way for me to make amends." He turned to Mark. "Welcome to our group. I hope that we become good friends. Mark, This is the first time that we've ever met, but if April likes you, that's good enough for me."

Everyone at the table silently nodded in agreement.

Mark looked at everyone and quietly said, "Thank you."

As we were leaving the Grill, Mark grabbed my hand. "April I don't think you have to worry about not having given Ponce enough love."

"What do you mean?"

"I've known you for six weeks now. You're the most loving permister I've ever met. April I am now certain of one truth in this world, you care about me."

Mark looked away. "When my lady abandoned me, she destroyed my ability to trust others. As I grew up, I built an impenetrable wall around myself. If you don't let anyone in you can't get hurt."

Mark smiled at me. "April, you breached that wall. You not only breached it, you ripped it down. You taught me to trust again. You did it by loving me."

He took a deep breath. "Last night you told me that you were falling in love with me. I was ecstatic when I heard you say that, but the fact is I already knew it. You've loved me for several weeks now. April, you are a magnificent lover. You listen to what I say, You care about my feelings, you worry about hurting me, you fulfill your promises."

Mark looked into my eyes. "April that's what love is all about. Everyone of those guys we ate lunch with has fucked you. I never have, but I know that you love me more than you love them. You spend time with me. You cuddle with me at night. You hug me when I'm sad."

Mark paused. "I wasn't there, but I have to believe that you did the same thing for Ponce."

Mark smiled at me. "April, I don't care if you let other guys fuck you. Just keep loving me the way you always have."

After our three o'clock classes ended, I met Mark on the steps of the library.

As we walked to my car I asked him, "Do you want me to cuckold you?"

He thought for a moment, then answered. "It depends on why you're doing it."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want you to do it to please me. I only want you to do it if it's for your own pleasure and satisfaction."

"What difference does it make?"

"I accept the fact that dating other men is one of your rights as my dominant mistress, but I'll still be both jealous and envious of your lovers. It will cause me some pain and offense." He smiled at me. "It should cause me some pain and offense. I want it to cause me some pain and offense.

We got to my car. I unlocked it with the electronic clicker. Mark opened the drivers side door for me.

As he stood there holding the door he said, "April if you decide to start dating other men, I hope you will be doing it for two reamisters."

"What are they?"

He shrugged. "The obvious one is for your permisteral pleasure and enjoyment. You should be fucking other guys because its fun."

"Okay, that makes sense. What's the other reamister."

"You should be doing it for the sadistic thrill you get from tormenting me. April, I'm a masochist and you're a sadist. We both know that about each other. It's why we're having so much fun with the games we're playing."

I smiled at Mark. "Yes, I understand."

I thought about what Mark said for a moment. Finally I looked at him, "Mark, I don't think I'm ready to cause you very much pain and offense right now. I just want to enjoy loving you for a little while. Maybe I need to gain some emotional strength and independence before I start tormenting you by partying with other men.

Mark looked at me. "Then we should wait. When were ready, we'll both know it."

As we drove to Helen's house I thought about our conversation. One of the things I loved about Mark was that he saw everything so clearly.

We got into the car. As we pulled away from the curb, I started giggling.

Mark looked at me and said, "What's so funny?"

I kept giggling. "I think that tonight you are in for more pain and offense than you've ever imagined."

"What do you mean?"

"Tonight at Helen's house, you're going to be initiated into life as a slave."

"I thought we were just going there for dinner."

I laughed. "No I'm going there for dinner, you're going there to serve dinner."

"What's going to happen to me."

"As soon as we get there, we'll be separated. I'll join the superiors in the parlor. You'll join the slaves in the kitchen."

"What will happen in the kitchen?"

"Lorraine and Morris will begin teaching you how to behave. They will also dress you. At some point you will be caged."

"Caged? You mean I'm going to be locked up?"

"No, we won't cage you, were going to cage your penis."

"I still don't understand."

"Were going to put your penis in a plastic sleeve so that you can't get a full erection and you can't masturbate. By doing this we can control your freedom to have orgasms. Both Helen and Jessica believe that a slave who is sexually on edge is much more pliable and obedient than a slave who is allowed to have orgasms."

Mark looked at me. "April this is kind of scary."

"Don't worry baby, You'll be okay. When we go to bed tonight I'll unlock you and we can play for a little while before we go to relax."

"Who's going to put the cage on me?"

"I'm sure it will be me, but it will be done in front of everyone."

"Who's everyone?"

"Morris and Lorraine of course, but they're slaves. They don't really count. The real audience will be the superiors."

"Who will that be?"

"I imagine it will just be Jessica, Helen and their men."

"Their men?"

"Yes, their studs, their bulls."

"Do you know them?"

I know Helen's current lover. He lives in the house. His name is David."

"Yes, I heard Helen mention him this morning. Is he nice?"

"He's okay. He'll want to establish his dominance over you. I'm guessing he'll make you do lots of little errands for him."

"What about Jessica's man."

"I don't know who she's bringing. I hope it's Carl. He's really nice. Everyone likes him."

Mark was very quiet during the rest of the drive to Helen's house. He didn't ask anymore questions. I think he was nervous.

When we got to Helen's I pulled my car into the garage. As soon as I shut the engine off. I leaned over and kissed Mark.

As I kissed him I said, "Baby. relax. You are about to have the time of your life."

We walked over to the door into the house. When Mark reached out to open it, I stopped him.

"Baby, when we walk through this door my attitude towards you is going to change dramatically. We will cease to be equals. You will be a slave and I will be one of your superiors. My treatment of you will reflect that difference.

GH, i like where this is going!

i also showed my Wife /Mistress a couple of your stories ( she has finished Brenda and bobbie and is halfway through Roxanne and willie) and She told me to tell you that they are extremely well written and she loves them! ( in fact they are making her really horny when She reads them in bed!--thanks for that !)

In fact she has already started to incorporate some of the offense techniques into our fun and games and has starting calling me by various nicknames...especially while She was being pounded by one of Her lovers!

So keep up the great writing GH!

Subchard

Thankyou for telling me that. when I wrote Sandra and Stevie, I discovered that women were reading my stories. Since then, I have deliberately tried to make my stories appealing to both men and women.

Being a man, I'm not on real solid ground in that area, so I always wonder just how much success I'm having.

Your feedback was very much appreciated.

Thankyou

GH

Lorraine greeted us as soon as we walked into Helen's house.

"April, everyone’s in the parlor. Morris is currently serving cocktails. He’ll be bringing hors d'oeuvres in a few minutes."

I smiled, "Thank you Lorraine, it's been a busy day. One of Morris's martini's will be very nice."

As we walked by Lorraine, he grabbed Mark. "You’re a slave. You’ll be staying in the kitchen."

Before I went into the parlor I stopped by my bedroom, took off my jeans, panties and tee shirt and put on a very short denim skirt and a nearly transparent blouse made of fine Chinese silk. The blouse was a gift from Helen.

Before I left my bedroom, I checked myself in my full length mirror. My outfit was perfect. My skirt just barely covered the cheeks of my ass and my small breasts were clearly visible through the thin silk of the blouse.

I walked into the Parlor. Helen was seated on a sofa with David. Jessica was seated on another sofa with a man I didn't recognize.

Jessica's escort was an incredibly handsome middle aged gentleman with slightly graying hair. As I looked at him I thought to myself that if I did want to cuckold Mark, this man would be a very exciting candidate.

Morris was serving cocktails to his wife and her date.

Helen was flirting with David. When she realized that I'd entered the room, she looked up and said, "Hello April. I am sorry we started without you. All of us were quite anxious to have a cocktail."

I sat down in a large comfortable chair and smiled. "That's quite alright, I'm glad you didn't wait."

As soon as I was seated Morris walked over, politely curtsied to me and said, "Mistress April, may I bring you a cocktail?"

"Yes, Morris, One of your martini's would be very nice. My voice carried a slight tone of disdain.

Morris was one of my closest friends. I dearly loved him, but tonight we were playing. Tonight I was his superior. I barely made eye contact with him when he took my take order. Morris was beneath me. I didn't need to recognize his existence. Tonight, Morris was a slave.

Morris went to the bar to prepare my cocktail.

"April, I don't believe that you've ever met Jeffery." It was Jessica.

"No I don't believe I have." I smiled at Jeffery. "Hi, I'm April, it's nice to meet you."

Jeffery stood up and politely bowed. He was not only handsome, he was urbane and well-mannered.

Morris brought me my martini. The five of us carried on a pleasant conversation while we sipped our takes.

Morris brought us hors d'oeuvres. We snacked and talked. As we chatted, Morris brought us another round of cocktails. We relaxed while our slaves worked.

Just as we were finishing our second round of takes Lorraine came into the parlor, whispered into Helen's ear and left again."

Helen looked at all of us and said, "Our new slave is ready for his initiation."

She turned to the door. "Lorraine, you may bring him in."

Lorraine walked in. Mark was crawling on his hands and knees next to him. Lorraine was leading Mark on a collar and leash.

Mark was wearing a pair of pink lace crotchless panties and a cropped tee shirt that said, "Marcia" across the front. It was obvious that Jessica and Helen had been out shopping.

Lorraine led Mark over to my chair. I stood up. Lorraine handed me Mark's leash.

"Mistress April, here is your new slave. He has been taught the basics of proper behavior."

As I took the leash Morris brought in a CB 2000 chastity cage and stood next to me.

I looked at Mark. I liked the name on his shirt. It had to be delightfully humiliating name for him. I decided that I would use it for the rest of the evening.

"Marcia stand up."

Mark did as he was told.

I reached under Mark's shirt, grabbed his nipple and gave it a vicious twist.

Mark yelped.

"Silence! Control yourself slave, or you will have to endure a lot more pain than that." My voice got softer. "Marcia, I did that so that you won't embarrass us by squirting your little dribble of cum while I'm caging you."

I held up his little penis and looked at everyone. "Isn't this cute. It's just a little toy."

Both Jeffery and David were grinning. David was on the verge of breaking out in laughter.

My loins tingled from the little sadistic thrill I got when I noticed that Mark's face was beet red. Humiliating him was so much fun.

Of course knowing that Mark was also enjoying himself allowed me to freely release my sadistic desires without guilt.

I took each piece of the chastity cage and carefully slipped it into place. When I was certain that the cage was properly fitted and comfortable, I slipped the padlock onto it and snapped it shut.

"There little slaveboy, now we can properly control your urges."

Morris handed me a gold ankle chain. A tiny key hung from the chain.

I held it up. "Do you see this key pussyboy. This is the key that unlocks your manhood. It now belongs to me." I handed the anklet to Mark. "Place this chain around my ankle so that I can wear the key as a piece of jewelry."

Mark got on his knees and reverently fastened the chain in place.

When Mark was done placing the chain on my ankle I smiled at him and said, "Stand up slave. Let me look at your new hardware."

Mark stood up.

I reached over and massaged his tiny testicles. "It seems to fit very nicely around your balls."

I rubbed the plastic sleeve that covered Mark's penis. "Poor baby, now when I touch your cock, you can only imagine the pleasure that a real man enjoys when a woman touches him here." I laughed. "But you're a slave. That's your lot in life."

I picked up Mark's leash. "Get down on your knees pussyboy."

Mark did as he was told. I gave his leash a firm tug and said, "Heel."

We walked over to Helen. "Slave, beg Mistress Helen for permission to serve in her household."

Mark looked up at Helen. "Mistress Helen, may I please be allowed to serve as a slave in your house."

Helen looked down at Mark. "Do you promise to obey your superiors without question?"

"Yes Mistress Helen."

"Do you willingly accept your position in life as an inferior being whose needs and desires are always of secondary importance to the needs and desires of your superiors?."

"Yes Mistress Helen."

"Do you promise to serve your superiors with energy and enthusiasm and work diligently to satisfy our every wish?"

"Yes Mistress Helen."

"Very good Marcia. I accept you as a slave in my household. You may kiss my feet."

Mark leaned over and reverently kissed Helen's toes."

Helen sent Mark to the kitchen.

It was only a short time before he reappeared in the parlor and announced, "Dinner is served."

I love kinky sex games, and I believe I fully understand the pleasure a submissive gets from serving a dom. It seems to me it's closely related to the thrill I get when Mark is groveling at my feet."

I am overjoyed that submissives exist. I am also thankful that I was born dominant. I love being waited on and pampered.

Masochistic slaves are a blessing for someone like me. They eagerly prepare meals, clean the house and do the laundry. The only payment they seek in return is to be humiliated, treated with disdain, and punished. For a dominant with a sadistic streak, bestowing those rewards is an absolute pleasure.

Don't misunderstand me, I care very deeply about Mark. I try to constantly monitor his feelings and moods. Helen has taught me that a good dom makes sure that her slave is always contented and happy. I try very hard to follow her advice. When Mark needs gentleness and love I am more than happy to provide it. Of course if he is in the mood for pain and offense, I am also happy to provide that.

Dinner for a superior at Helen's house is very much like dining in a fine restaurant. The service is outstanding.

Mark eagerly slid into his role as a slave. He carefully followed the example set by both Morris and Lorraine. I smiled as I watched him scurry around the dining room obediently filling wine glasses and busing dirty dishes.

By the time the five of us were finishing our coffee and dessert, Mark was performing like a seamistered slave.

When we were done eating, Helen stood up and said, "Why don't we retire to the parlor." She looked at me. "April, you’re welcome to join us."

I shook my head and said, "Thank you, but I think I'll sit at the kitchen table and supervise the slaves while they clean up."

Helen smiled. "As you wish." She turned to David and took his hand. "Come darling let's see what additional delights the evening has in store for us."

As they were leaving, Jessica and Jeffery both stood. Jessica took Jeffery's arm and said, "Shall we."

Jeffery smiled and said, "By all means."

When they were gone I went into the kitchen.

Helen and Jessica were taking their lovers into the parlor for sex. When Helen invited me to join them, it wasn't an invitation to watch.

Both David and Jeffery were very handsome men. There was a time in my life that I would have eagerly accepted Helen's offer to join them in their sex games. At this moment however, that time was in the past. I wasn't yet ready to participate in an orgy. Helen knew that. She was just being polite.

GH, you do this so well. Our bunch of happy minstrels now seem so natural, its almost like looking in a family you know well. Even without a sex scene its exciting too. Well done. Again ....

Thanks Peak

GH

When I entered the kitchen, Lorraine, Morris and Mark were washing the dishes.

I walked over and hugged each of them. These were my three favorite men in the world.

As I sat down at the kitchen table Morris said, "What a nice surprise. I thought you might join Helen and Jessica in the parlor tonight."

I shook my head. "No I'm not ready for that yet."

Morris smiled at me. "Your outfit gave me the impression that you might be feeling a little more playful than usual."

Lorraine started laughing. "Morris my friend, I don't think that April's sexy outfit was intended to get David and Jeffery's attention. I think our little vixen is teasing the three of us."

I lifted my right foot up onto the chair and let my skirt ride up to my waist. My shaved pussy was now fully exposed.

I stared at my friend, "Lorraine, I just don't know how you would come to that conclusion."

Lorraine looked at Mark. "I hope you understand that your girlfriend is the Princess of prick tease."

Mark smiled. "I've had a slight suspicion that might be the case."

Morris and Lorraine started laughing.

I looked at Mark in indignation and said, "What would possibly cause you to say that?"

Mark burst out in laughter. "How about the fact that you've been blatantly flashing me at every possible opportunity for the past three weeks."

I giggled. "You weren't supposed to notice."

"Do you really mean that?"

"Well no."

"We need a slave in the parlor." It was Helen on the intercom.

Morris looked at us, "I'll go."

He disappeared.

After a moment he returned. "They want champagne."

Morris set up a tray with four glasses while Lorraine opened a bottle of champagne and put it in an ice bucket.

When everything was ready I said, "Why don’t you let Marcia take it."

Lorraine looked at me. "Are you sure he's ready?"

I nodded. "He has to see it sometime. I think it's better that he understands sooner rather than later."

Lorraine shrugged. "I guess you're right." He turned to Mark. "Marcia bring this champagne into the parlor for Mistress Helen and her guests."

Mark looked at me. He had of course overheard my conversation with Lorraine and was a little apprehensive.

"Marcia, do as your told. It will be alright."

Mark bowed politely. "Yes Mistress April." He picked up the tray and took it into the parlor."

After a moment I followed him.

When I got to the parlor door, Mark was standing in the doorway. He was frozen.

I looked over his shoulder. Both Jessica and Helen were completely naked. Jeffery and David had their trousers off. Jeffery was sitting on one sofa. Jessica was kneeling between his legs. She was sucking his cock. David was sitting on the other sofa. Helen was sucking his cock.

I whispered into Mark's ear. "They're both very sexy women aren't they?"

He nodded. "Yes Mistress, they are."

"Bring them their champagne."

"Shouldn't I knock first?"

"No you're a slave. They won't pay any attention to you. Don't speak or disturb them in any way and everything will be just fine. Be sure to set the glasses on coasters."

Mark quietly slipped into the parlor. He set two glasses on the end table next to Helen and David and carefully poured champagne into each of them. I noticed that he used coasters. When he was done, he tiptoed over to the table next to Jeffery and Jessica and did the same thing. Finally, he placed the ice bucket with the open bottle of champagne on the bar and silently left the parlor.

When he was in the hallway, I smiled at him and said, "Very good."

As we were walking back to the kitchen I said, "If I decide to cuckold you, that will be me in the parlor sucking another man's cock. Can you handle that?"

Mark thought for a long time. Finally he nodded his head. "Yes, I think I can."

The next morning Mark and I slept in.

When we finally woke, I had Mark give me a bath. This was the first time I'd enjoyed this luxury since Ponce died.

After we were dressed, we went into the kitchen. Lorraine was preparing a tray for Helen and David. They wanted breakfast in bed.

When the tray was ready he turned to Mark. "Bring this to Mistress Helen's bedroom. Knock first, it's a sign of respect, but don't wait for an answer, just bring the tray into the room. Helen will direct you once you are in the bedroom.

Mark picked up the tray and left.

When he was gone Lorraine turned to me. "Both Helen and I like your young man."

I smiled. "Thank you, so do I."

"We can tell." Lorraine paused for a moment. "April, Helen and I talked last night. We were wondering if you would like to have Mark move in with us."

I stared at Lorraine. "Are you serious?"

"Of course we are."

"I'll have to ask Mark, but yes, I would love it if he could live here."

Just then Mark walked back into the kitchen.

Lorraine smiled. "I'm going to go check on Helen and David. I'll be right back."

When Lorraine was gone, Mark looked at me. "Is he going to check my work?"

"No silly, He just used that as an excuse to leave us alone for a moment."

I grinned at Mark."

"April, why are you smiling like that?'

"Lorraine and Helen have invited you to live here. Would you like that?"

Mark stared at me. After a moment he asked, "would you like that?"

I slowly nodded. "More than anything in the world."

Mark started grinning. "April I would love to live here." Suddenly he stopped. "Where would I relax?"

I balled up my fist and punched Mark on the arm. "With me silly." Sometimes my baby was a little obtuse.

We moved Mark's belongings to Helen's house that same day. He never spent another night in his dormitory room.

The next two years were extraordinarily happy.

That summer Helen decided that since she belonged to a country club, we should all learn to play golf. Of course no one mentioned the fact that Helen and Jessica originally joined the country club because they thought it was a good place to meet men.

In June we all spent two weeks at golf camp.

Initially there was some disagreement about which tees Lorraine would play from. Helen resolved that issue. Each of us would be free to play from the tees of our choice. It was a good resolution.

Mark loved the game. It was the first time he'd ever encountered a sport where being slender and graceful was more important than being big and strong.

When we got home, Mark and I spent the rest of the summer playing golf every day at the country club.

I'm a good athlete. I picked up the game very quickly, but Mark was better. By the end of the summer I could regularly shoot scores in the mid eighties. During the last week in August Mark shot three rounds in the seventies.

Our junior year at Kelroy was very successful. We both had a strong work ethic and pushed each other to study and excel in class.

Our senior year was just as successful. Both of us graduated Magna cum Laude.

The night we graduated, I asked Mark to marry me. Of course, he accepted.

Helen, Jessica and Lorraine immediately went into a tizzy. Morris was also happy, but he had a little more self control.

Mark and I wanted a small wedding. Helen and Jessica argued for a big wedding. Morris and Lorraine made it clear that money was not a factor.

Mark and I held our ground. Helen and Jessica finally resolved themselves to the idea that we were going to have a small wedding in the formal living room at Helen's house.

Helen and Jessica decided that they should be bridesmaids.

I wanted Lorraine to escort me down the aisle and give me away, but when I asked him, he was clearly disappointed. He explained that this was most likely going to be his only chance to be a bridesmaid. He didn't want to miss the opportunity

We discussed having Morris walk me down the aisle. The problem was that Morris was also going to be Mark's best man.

Jessica was the one who finally resolved the crisis. She pointed out that it was our wedding. We could do anything we wanted.

We all agreed. The problem was settled. I would have three bridesmaids. Morris would have a dual role. He would walk me down the aisle. As soon as he gave me away, He would become Mark's best man.

The wedding was a great success. Jamal, Darb's, Jake, Adam, Big Julius, Cynthia Parker, Mandy and Tony all attended.

After the reception, Mark and I went to the Calvert Hotel.

That night I let Mark fuck me for the very first time. It had been over two years since I'd had a cock inside me. Mark's penis was small and he came quickly but it still felt good.

When he was done I made him lick his cum out of my pussy. That started a two hour sex romp. Mark licked my pussy and ass. I had several orgasms. I finished the night by giving him his very first blow job.

Afterwards we snuggled up to each other. As we laid in bed cuddling Mark looked at me. "April, are you going to cuckold me now."

I thought for a moment. I was certain that Mark had asked me the question because I'd let him fuck me. He understood me very well. He knew that once I started fucking again, I would want more.

I turned to him. "Maybe, if I find the right guy. Do you want me to cuckold you."

"Yes."

And so it begins. All wrapped up in red ribbons, all it needs is a bow. Take a bow GH, you've more than earned it. Wow, subtle use of English, maybe I should start one ....

Hey Peak

Were not quite there yet. But we are getting close.

I have said before that I would very much enjoy reading a story you write.

Go for it my friend.

GH

After we graduated, Mark got a job as a loan officer with The Wellington Bank.

I signed a teaching contract with one of the suburban school districts. I was hired as an English teacher and assigned to Elias Moreland Senior High School.

Our wedding present from Helen, Jessica, Morris and Lorraine was a small two bedroom bungalow about six blocks from Helen's house.

Life for Mark and I was nearly perfect.

There was just one small complication. Mark was very perceptive. When I let him fuck me on our wedding night, it rekindled the itch.

That one night was enough to make me remember how good it used to feel when a big, strong, masculine guy mounted me and plunged his huge erection into my sopping pussy.

I started to dream about big cocks. I thought about them all the time. When I talked on the telephone, I caught myself making doodles of erect penises. They were becoming an obsession.

Every time I met a new man, I found my self evaluating him as a candidate. It was no longer a question of if I was going to cuckold Mark. It was now a question of when.

When school started I threw myself into my new job. I loved teaching. I had five sections of eleventh grade English. My students were wonderful. Every day was an adventure.

During the opening week of school I met Carl Mamister. Carl was a first year Social Studies teacher. He was also the new boys basketball coach.

Carl was a six foot six inch muscular hunk. The first time I laid eyes on him we were at a faculty meeting in the school library. When I noticed him, a little thrill went through me. I spent the rest of the meeting imagining him how wonderful it would feel to be pinned to the bed by that huge body while he pumped his cock in and out of my cunt.

When the meeting was over I lingered near the library exit. I was waiting for Carl. When he got to the door I accidentally turned and bumped into him. Our collision caused me to drop some papers I was carrying.

As I bent to pick up my papers I said, "Excuse me. I'm not usually this clumsy."

Carl was a gentleman. He bent over and helped me. "No I think it was my fault."

We stood up. As he handed me the papers he'd picked up he introduced himself. "My name is Carl Mamister."

I took the papers from him. "It's nice to meet you Carl. I'm April Hansen."

Carl walked me to my room. We spent the next hour talking. We started with basketball. It was a common interest. Gradually we started flirting with each other. The more I talked with Carl, the more I realized I wanted him.

When I got home that evening Mark was in the kitchen making supper.

I sat down at the kitchen table.

He brought me a glass of wine. As he set it down in front of me he asked, "How was your first day at school?"

I shrugged, "It was okay. We just had workshops and planning time. We won't see any kids until Thursday. It was pretty uneventful."

I took a sip of wine, "Except for one thing."

Mark was sauteing some mushrooms while we were talking. "What was that?"

"I met a guy."

Mark set down his fork and stood very still,. "Really, tell me about him."

"His name is Carl. He's about six feet six and very well built. He obviously spends a lot of time in the gym."

"Is he a teacher?"

"Yes, he's like me, he was just hired. He's also the new assistant boy’s basketball coach."

"I see."

Mark picked up his fork and stirred the mushrooms in the fry pan. "After a moment he asked, "Did you do anything with him?"

"No I just met him."

"Are you going to?"

"I don't know. Maybe, he's very handsome."

I got up, walked over to Mark and put my arms around his waist. "I still love you. No matter what happens I will always love you."

He turned and faced me. "I know. We've talked about this ever since we met. I've always known that it would eventually happen. It's just that..." Mark paused,

I looked at him. "What? Tell me."

"Now that you're actually talking about doing it, it's kind of scary."

I hugged Mark. As I hugged him I whispered into his ear, "Does it excite you?"

Mark gasped, "Yes."

I reached down to his crotch. Mark had an erection.

I started to massage his penis. As I rubbed him I said, "Let’s have dinner. After dinner you can give me a bath. When you’re done bathing me, we can go to bed. While I'm lying in bed you can lick my pussy while I tell you all about Carl."

We ate dinner quickly. Both of us were excited.

When we were done eating, we followed our usual routine. I relaxed and sipped a glass of wine while Mark cleared the table and washed the dishes.

Mark quickly completed his chores. When he was done we went into the bedroom.

"Undress, tonight I want you naked when you serve me."

As Mark undressed I took out his cock cage.

When he saw it he asked, "Is that necessary tonight?"

I smiled. "Of course not, but it will please me."

I stared at Mark. I was feeling very dominant.

He said, "But..."

I slapped him. "But nothing, If it pleases me, that's all that matters. Now sit down on the bed while I put your cage on you."

Mark obediently sat down. Once his cage was in place and locked I said, "Good, now you can undress me."

As Mark undressed me I said, "It really isn't very respectful for you to question my whims."

Mark bowed his head. "I'm sorry Mistress April. I will try to behave more courteously in the future."

I smiled, "That‘s a much better attitude. “Marcia. I really don’t want to have to punish you.” I took Mark's hand. "Come, it's time for my bath."

I got into the tub. The warm soapy water felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and enjoyed Mark’s gentle touch while he washed my body. As he bathed me I said, "Mark honey I don't know if I will ever actually end up in bed with Carl, but I now know that I'm ready to start dating again."

I closed my eyes while Mark washed my pussy. "When I do start partying with other men, you're going to bathe me before every date." I smiled at Mark, "Then you're going to help me get dressed." I took a deep breath. I was very aroused. "I want you to help me look very beautiful for my stud lovers.”

I stood up. Hot soapy water was dripping from my body. "Get a towel slave."

Mark wrapped a huge towel around me and started patting me dry. As he dried me off I said, "Pussyboy, you're going to get me ready for every one of my dates."

We walked into the bedroom. I pushed Mark down on our bed and climbed on top of his face.

I leaned back so that my ass was over his face. "Lick my asshole pussyboy. Lick my asshole while you imagine me sucking Carl Mamister's cock."

I shuddered with pleasure as I felt Mark push his tongue deep into my ass. "That's right baby lick me, show me that you want me to make you my cuckold."

Mark wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him. He was excited. He pushed his tongue as deep into my ass as he could.

I started rubbing my clit.

"Baby, I can't wait until Carl fucks me. I'll bet he has a big thick cock." I laughed. "After Carl's done with me, I‘ll be so stretched out that there won't be any point to letting you fuck me anymore. That pathetic little thing of yours will get lost inside me. I won‘t even be able to feel it. " I smirked. "Of course you don't get to fuck me anyway, so I guess it really won't make any difference will it."

I leaned forward so that Mark was licking my cunt. "When we get started, I'm going to give Carl a blow job. You know what a blow job is don't you pussyboy. It's something a woman does to a man."

I closed my eyes. "Lick my clit baby, lick my clit while I imagine myself sucking Carl's great big cock."

My loins started to tingle. The feeling of pleasure that was building inside me was so intense that it was nearly unbearable. Suddenly I started screaming as a tidal wave of pleasure rolled through my body. I ruthlessly mashed my cunt against Mark's face as the sensations of joy continued to radiate through me. I wasn't sure he could breathe. I didn't really care. At that moment my own pleasure was all that mattered.

Gradually, my orgasm started to subside. My muscles relaxed. Mark gasped for breath as I rolled off of his face.

I lay still for a long time. Finally I turned and looked at Mark. "Baby, usually I'd take your cage off of you now and give you a nice hand job as a reward for pleasing me." I kissed Mark. "But not tonight, tonight your cage stays on. Tonight you don't get to cum." I giggled, “Baby I’ve decided that you don't get to cum again until I've been well fucked by a real man. I want you to be just as eager for me to get together with Carl as I am."

very nice, gh. i was afraid April wasn't going to be dominant anymore, but i guess that's cleared up. lol i'm looking forward to more. priss

Hey Priss

Thanks

No April is going to be very dominant. She is still growing up and coming to grips with all this. So her dominance will wax and wane.

The last passage was hurriedly written and posted the other morning. When I went back and reread it I realized that it was very poor work. I apologize and rewrote and reposted it later in the day.

If you read the passage early in the day yesterday, you might want to go back and reread it.

Sorry sometimes I rush to get a piece posted. Lately I have been a bit pressured for time, so I have had to rush a bit more

GH

I walked into Carl's classroom just after 10:00 am the next day. It was Tuesday. We wouldn't have students until Thursday. Carl was working at his desk.

"How about a coffee break? It will give me a chance to apologize for bumping into you yesterday."

He laughed. "I think you have that all wrong, I was the clumsy one. I bumped into you." He stood up. "April I would love to have a cup of coffee with you."

The coffee break lasted almost an hour and ended with a lunch date at one.

Tuesday evening I went home and filled Mark in on the days developements

On Wednesday Carl and I went out to a long lunch. By the time we were done dining, our causal conversation had turned into overt flirting.

On Wednesday night I went home and related every detail of my lunch date to Mark.

Thursday school actually started. The first day of classes is a very hectic time in a high school.

Just after the final bell rang to end the last class of the day, Carl wandered into my classroom. "Hey April, how about joining me for a beer at Robinmister's Bar."

I smiled at Carl. "That's sounds wonderful. I could really use a beer. I need thirty minutes to lay out my lesmisters for tomorrow. Is that okay?"

Carl nodded. "You got it. I'll be back in a half hour."

Robinmister's was a little hole in the wall neighborhood bar about two miles from school. When we got there, Carl bought a pitcher of beer while I found a booth and sat down.

When Carl brought the beer over I was a little disappointed that he sat on the side of the booth across from me. I smiled to myself, Carl was just a little shy.

Carl poured me a glass of beer. I took a sip. Helen, Jessica, Lorraine and Morris were all wine takeers. They taught me to take wine. I hadn't had a beer since Ponce and Danny were *******ed. It tasted good.

Carl and I started chatting. As we drank, our conversation grew more and more flirtatious. We finished the first pitcher. Carl went to get another one.

When he returned I was again disappointed when he sat down on the other side of the booth. My stud was obviously very shy around women.

I stood up and smiled at Carl. "Excuse me, I'll be right back. I have to pee."

When I returned I sat down on Carl's side of the booth and gave him a hip. "Move over studman, like it or not, you're about to get some company over here."

Carl laughed. "I love company."

When I sat down I casually rested my hand on Carl's thigh.

As we drank our next glass of beer, our conversation shifted from mild flirtation to blatant sexual innuendo.

While we talked I started to massage Carl's thigh. Soon I was massaging the inside of his thigh.

As I caressed him my hand moved closer and closer to Carl's crotch. I wasn't long before my fingers brushed against the head of his trouser covered cock. I was pleased to find that Carl had an erection.

I waited for a moment to see if Carl would protest. He didn't, so I placed my hand directly on his erect penis. Hel was huge. My wildest hopes were coming true.

Suddenly I felt Carl's hand on my thigh. Needless to say, I didn't remove it. Instead, I leaned my head against his shoulder, parted my thighs and started rubbing his cock.

The booth we were in was at the back of the bar and quite private. As long as we remained moderately discreet we could play without fear of discovery.

As I rubbed Carl's cock, I felt him move his hand to my crotch. I gasped as he pushed the crotch of my panties aside and slipped two of his large fingers into my pussy.

I was getting very excited. I wanted this to go further. It was four o'clock in the afternoon. It was too light out to discreetly play in the back seat of a car. We needed to go to a motel.

I whispered to Carl. "How soon is your wife expecting you? Do we have time to go to a motel this afternoon?"

He smiled and took out his cell phone. "I'll call her and tell her I'm having a beer with some of the guys from school. She won't suspect a thing."

I got up and went to the bathroom. While I was there I called Mark. He was still at work. The receptionist at the bank put me through to him right away.

"Mark Peters."

"Hello sweetheart."

"Hi April, what's going on?"

"I'm about to check into a motel with Carl."

There was a pause on the other end of the telephone. Finally Mark said, "Really."

"Yes."

"Which motel?"

I laughed. "Does it matter?"

"Not really, but I guess I'd like to know."

"I think we'll go to The Budget Rest Inn out by the freeway."

"Why that one?"

"It's cheap. I really don't care if the bed is comfortable or how many cable channels they have. We aren't going to be there that long and I am certain we won't be watching television."

"I see."

"Mark I want you to stop and buy a bottle of champagne after work. You and I are going to have a little celebration when I get home."

There was silence for a moment then Mark said, "Yes Mistress April, whatever you wish." He was whispering.

Mark's submissiveness excited me. I decided to taunt him just a little bit.

"Cuckboy, I have to go. I have a man waiting to fuck me. I'll be home when he's finished."

I turned off my cell phone, sat down on the toilet and peed. When I was done I wiped myself, pulled up my panties and walked back into the bar.

As I approached the booth, Carl was shutting off his cell phone.

"Is everything okay?"

He nodded. "Yes, Joanne just told me to drive carefully and not stay out too late. She's very familiar with coaches. She knows that when we stop at a bar after work, one beer frequently becomes several beers.

Carl looked at me, “How about your husband?"

I smiled. "Mark's never a problem, he doesn't mind if I play around a little."

Carl stared at me, "Really?"

I nodded, "Really."

"You mean he knows you're going to a motel with me?"

"Yes."

"And he doesn't care?"

"Let's just say he accepts it."

Carl looked puzzled. "What does that mean?"

I grabbed Carl and pulled him out of the booth. "Let's not waste time talking about my husband. We have some serious business to attend to. It's motel time."

Carl laughed. "April, I think you're going to make this a very interesting school year."

Carl followed me to the motel.

As soon as we parked our cars and got out, Carl walked over to me. "April, I should have said something earlier, Joanne pays the bills at our house. I don’t dare put the room on my credit card."

I laughed. "Don't worry studman, we can put the room on my credit card. Wait here, I'll be right back."

I walked into the office. There was an overweight, middle aged man behind the desk. He was typing on a computer.

I was a little nervous. I was worried that he would be suspicious about why I wanted the room when he saw that I lived about two miles away.

There wasn't any need for concern. He took my credit card and driver’s license, wrote up a room contract and handed it to me.

"As I signed the contract he said, "Check out time is 10:00 am."

I handed the contract back. "We may want to check out early in the morning. Do we need to come down and see you?'

He shook his head. "As long as you don't make any long distance telephone calls or rent any pay per view movies you're fine. Just leave the keys in the room and close the door behind you."

I smiled and said, "Thank you."

As I turned to leave he said, "I hope that you and your husband have a good time."

I went out into the parking lot and got Carl. We were in room 227.

Carl kissed me as soon as we were inside the room. As he kissed me he unbuttoned my blouse and unfastened my brassiere.

Carl was a man. He didn't ask for permission, he took what he wanted.

As Carl fondled my naked breasts, I reached down, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. Carl kicked his shoes off and sat down on the bed. I pulled his trousers and boxers shorts off. He removed his shirt and lay back on the bed.

Carl was a big, well muscled man. Just looking at him lying on the bed with his mighty pole sticking straight up sent a shiver through my loins.

I quickly took my clothes off. When I was naked, I climbed onto the bed next to him and wrapped both of my hands around that huge erection of his.

Carl sighed as I leaned over and kissed the head of his engorged penis. A little thrill went through me as I put his magnificent weapon into my mouth. Over two years had passed since I'd sucked a real cock.

It was true that I'd given Mark a blow job on our wedding night, but his little toy was so tiny that it didn't really count. As I now made love to Carl's erect penis, I remembered just how exciting it was to have a real man's cock in my mouth.

Carl laid back and quietly enjoyed the blow job I was giving him. After a few minutes he sat up and rolled me over onto my back.

He pulled my legs apart and rubbed my cunt with his huge fingers.

He was rough. It was exciting.

He climbed on top of me. I started to shake with excitement as I felt the head of his cock pushing its way into my sopping cunt.

I closed my eyes and held my breath as Carl's massive penis penetrated me. When he was all the way in he stopped. For a moment we laid together quietly. I was pinned to the bed underneath Carl's powerful body. His stiff cock was buried in my cunt.

As we lay there, I felt Carl start to move. At first his motion was nearly imperceptible. Gradually it increased. Soon he was making long slow thrusts in and out of my cunt.

My excitement started to build as Carl continued to quicken his tempo. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and started to buck my hips in response to his thrusts.

The intensity of our movement grew with our passion. Soon we were fucking with unbridled intensity. Our lust continued to build. Suddenly a burst of pleasure exploded inside me, I screamed as my orgasm tore through me.

Carl kept fucking me. As the waves of pleasure were tearing me apart I felt his cock shoot spurts of cum into the back of my womb.

Carl stopped his thrusts and kept his cock buried inside me as he continued to ejaculate into the depths of my tummy.

Gradually the tension in our bodies started to relax and we both collapsed onto the bed.

I nestled into Carl's arms. As he cuddled me, I let my hand drift to his flaccid penis. As I held it, I felt it stir.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I slid down Carl's body and put his growing penis in my mouth.

It was a matter of seconds before Carl was again fully erect.

This time it was my turn to be on top. I straddled him and slowly lowered myself onto his wonderful cock.

Now I got to dictate the pace. I started with a slow easy rhythm. We waltzed with each other. As our passion grew, my tempo accelerated.

Soon we were dancing the foxtrot. Our tempo was now a quick staccato. We were both still hungry. We were attacking each other in our effort to satisfy our mutual lust.

Carl had already had one orgasm. His staying power was much better this time. Our second union turned into a marathon fuck.

Our aggressive tempo gradually changed to a slow, rhythmic tango. For awhile we both got lost in our own permisteral gratification.

Carl finally rolled me off of him. It was time for him to retake control.

I willingly surrendered. My eyes were closed as Carl mounted me and pushed his cock back into my cunt.

Now Carl dictated the tempo. It was a rough, athletic pace that was driven by mutual need. The dance was over.

I went wild as Carl repeatedly thrust his lance in and out of my cunt.

Our orgasms came quickly. Mine was just subsiding when Carl started to pump his semen into my womb.

When he was done, we collapsed onto the bed. We were both completely spent. Our lust was temporarily satisfied. For a few moments we laid quietly in each others arms then Carl looked at the clock. It was 7:30.

He sat up. "April I have to get home."

"I know baby, so do I."

We quickly got dressed. We left the keys in the room and closed the door. Carl walked me to my car.

When we got there, he kissed me and said, "April I had a wonderful time."

I giggled and said, "So did I."

"Can we do it again soon?"

"I would love that."

Carl kissed me again. Both of us got into our cars. We waved to each other as we drove out of the parking lot and turned into the street so that we could go home to our waiting spouses.

As I was driving home I began to think about Mark. Carl may have temporarily satisfied my carnal desires, but my sadistic urges were just waking up.

I picked up my cell phone and called home.

Mark answered the telephone after the first ring. I smiled, it was obvious the he was eagerly waiting for me to call.

My pussy started to tingle with excitement.

"Hello."

"Hi pussyboy, Guess who."

"Hi April, where are you?"

"Excuse me! I don't recall giving you permission to address me as an equal."

Mark stammered a quick response. "I'm sorry Mistress April. I apologize. Please forgive me, I overstepped my boundaries."

"Yes you did. I will forgive you this time, but do not let it happen again. If you do I will be powerd to punish you. Remember that Mistress Helen's horse whip is hanging in my closet."

"Yes Mistress April. Thank you Mistress April."

"Pussyboy, did you remember to buy a bottle of champagne for me?"

"Yes Mistress. I bought a very good bottle."

"Good, I just had a wonderful evening with my new lover and I'm in the mood to celebrate."

Suddenly, I had a wicked idea. "Pussyboy, when I get home, I want to you to be waiting for me wearing nothing but a pair of lace panties. I ‘ve just spent a wonderful evening with a real man. I want it to be perfectly clear to both of us that you are not his equal."

"Yes Mistress April, I understand."

"Pussyboy, there's more. When I open the front door I expect to find you on your knees holding a glass of champagne for me. Do you understand that?"

I could hear Mark take a deep breath. I wasn't sure if it was the result of excitement or fear. I hoped it was a combination of the two.

After a moment he answered. "Yes Mistress, I‘ll be waiting."

"Good, Pussyboy I am going to hang up now. I’ll be home in a few minutes. You have several tasks to complete. You’ll have to hurry, do not dare to let me down.”

I ended the call.

I smiled as I put my cell phone back in my purse. This was going to be fun.