Cassandra and Francis

Goodhusband,

Thank you for taking the time to craft this.

I confess, I have been coming back each day hoping to read another installment. How dare you go about having e a life while we all anxiously await the next installment

More puhleeease.

Her boi

GH,
Over a week and all quiet on the western front.

Are you still OK?

Please find attached virtual hug better over the ether if needed.

Like peak says GH, we are getting a little worried about you. Hope all is well!

Everyone

I am sorry, both my professional life and my permisteral life have been very demanding lately. I am fine but I am not finding much time to write and when I do find a little time I am tired and preoccupied. The words flow slowly.

I do have a segment written, but I want to develop it a bit more before I post it.

I will try to post something by the end of the week, sooner if I can.

Again I apologize, but sometimes the demands of real life have to be addressed.

I actually considered ending "Cassandra and Francis" with that last post, but I am going to continue it. If you remember I started the story as a break from "Chattel". It wasn't originally intended to be a long running story, but it has been very popular and I have developed an outline with some interesting twists so I am going to continue it.

My posts will probably continue to be sporadic until late June. I am trying to make it easier for you to tell when I am posting by only responding to comments when I am about to post a new segment. That way when you see my name next to a post you know another section of story is coming.

I thank all of you for your concern.

GH

P.S.

If you're into video, check out the the post "Gianna Michael's vids" by dirty boy in the xxxvideo section. I was interested because Gianna Michaels was my model for Janet in "The Party"

Pigsnatch provides a very rich link. It will help if you have a rapid share account.

The movies are all interracial, which if you follow my stories is a lesser interest of mine. I used to play and coach basketball. I have way too many black friends for that fantasy to work very well for me.

Nonetheless, Lisa has had many black lovers during the course of our marriage. To her a handsome man is a handsome man so the movies still work very nicely for me.

If you enjoy sex movies, the link warrants investigation. You have to look around a little, but if you can find the right area it will yield a large number of movies.

GH

Mel and Tony

Please feel free to post all of my stories on your blog. You have always been good friends. If you do choose to post other stories I remind you that the most polished copies are at literotica.com

GH

Take your time GH. anything worth having is worth waiting for


Mel x

I awoke just before six on Tuesday morning. It was mid May, the morning sun was already illuminating the room. For a few minutes I lay in bed and watched Cassandra while she slept next to me. I smiled as I thought about the incredible turn of events that had occurred over the past several days. I felt like I was the luckiest man in the world

Finally I slipped out of bed and quietly tip toed into the bathroom. I was trying to avoid disturbing my goddess. I took a quick shower and shaved. Once that was done I went back into the bedroom and silently dressed in the morning light.

I was laying out a breakfast of fresh strawberries and yogurt when I heard the toilet flush. A moment later Cassandra came into the dining room. She was naked. She opened one of her duffel bags and took out a blouse. She held it up and inspected it. After a moment she shook her head and said, "Damn!"

I looked at her. "What's the matter?"

"I was having such a wonderful time last night that I forgot to hang up my clothes. Everything is wrinkled."

I walked over and kissed her cheek. "Good morning."

She looked at me for a moment and then she smiled and said, "I'm sorry Francis, good morning."

She kissed me and then she inspected her blouse again. "Francis what am I going to do? I can't wear this to work."

"Let me have it." I took the blouse from Cassandra.

"what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to iron it for you."

"Really?"

"Sure, it's not difficult. Find a skirt and I'll iron that too."

Cassandra dug through her bag. After a moment she pulled out a navy blue cotton skirt and handed it to me. "Francis, you're a life saver."

I laughed. "I don't know about that, but I do know how to iron a blouse. My sisters taught me."

Cassandra went back to the bedroom. She put on her makeup and did her hair while I laid her skirt and blouse on the dining room table and got the ironing board and iron out of the hall closet.

I'm actually very s*******ed at ironing. When I was growing up I got a lot of practice. In addition to taking care of my own clothes, my older sisters also paid me to do their ironing.

It didn't take me long. By the time Cassandra returned from the bedroom the iron and ironing board were put away and her skirt and blouse were neatly hanging on hangers hooked to the drawer pulls on the dining room china cabinet.

As soon as she saw them Cassandra ran into the kitchen and hugged me. As she hugged me she blurted out, "Francis you might just make the best house wife a woman could ever hope to find." As soon as she realized what she had just said she let go of me and started to laugh.

I looked at her with a big smile on my face and said, "I think I'll take that as a compliment."

Cassandra quickly put on her skirt and blouse and sat down at the head of the dining room table. I brought her the morning newspaper, poured a cup of coffee for both of us and sat down next to her.

She took a sip of coffee. As she set her cup down she casually said, "Yesterday when I was at Malone's I ran into my friend Jennifer. I invited her to dinner tonight."

She looked at me. "Francis I told her all about you. She's so excited to meet you." She paused and smiled at me. "I'm excited to have her meet you too. Jennifer is my best friend. She's almost like my sister." Cassandra shrugged. "I guess she's the closest permister to family that I have."

I smiled at Cassandra. "Then it's very important for me to meet her."

"Will you make a nice dinner for us?"

I nodded. "Yes of course I will. What would you like?"

Cassandra shook her head. "Just something nice, I'll leave it up to you."

"I'll try not to disappoint you."

The day passed quickly. My last class got over at 4:00. On my way home I stopped at the grocery store and bought three tenderloin steaks, a five pound bag of potatoes, the ingredients for a nice salad and a quart of chocolate ice cream.

As soon as I got home I hung my sport coat in the closet, took off my necktie, put on my apron and started making dinner.

The apron had been a gift from my sisters. They knew that I loved to cook. They'd bought two of them for me while they were traveling in Europe after they graduated from college. They were both full length white cotton bib aprons trimmed with delicate battenburg lace. The one I was wearing had three pink roses embroidered on the bib. The other apron was decorated with a bouquet of purple violets.

Both aprons were of course very feminine, but I remind you that these were the same sisters who enjoyed dressing me up as a girl when we were teenagers. They gave them to me as Christmas presents when I was twenty. At the time I was much too concerned about my masculinity to ever consider wearing them so I put them away and didn't use them. When I married Emily I thought about giving them to her, but I decided against it. They had been gifts from my sisters and I didn't think Emily would appreciate them. She didn't really enjoy cooking or doing housework.

I found them when I moved into this apartment. I decided that they were much too beautiful to keep hidden away in a drawer so I hung them on hooks in the kitchen. One evening I was making dinner for myself before I went to the symphony. I didn't want to risk spilling on my suit pants or my dress shirt so I put on one of the aprons. I decided that they were actually very practical and started wearing them whenever I was working in the kitchen while I was wearing nice clothing. It wasn't long before wearing one of the aprons became a regular habit whenever I was doing housework.

I hadn't yet worn either of the aprons in front of Cassandra. I suppose some *** concern about maintaining my masculinity had prevented me from doing it. I also didn't think that she'd noticed them hanging in the kitchen. During our first days together we were both much too focused on each other to pay close attention to any of the details of our environment.

In any case, As I prepared dinner that evening I was ***ly wearing my apron with the embroidered roses. I was just washing a head of lettuce when I heard voices outside the front door.

"Cassandra, This is amazing,"

"Jen, just wait until you see the view from the balcony."

I heard Cassandra's key in the lock. I set the lettuce down and dried my hands. When I walked into the living room Cassandra and a middle aged dishwater blond were entering the apartment.

The blond was at least two or three inches shorter than Cassandra and older, maybe ten years older; but she was still very attractive. She was wearing a tight fitting blouse and skirt that accentuated her notably sexy figure. The top three buttons of the white blouse she was wearing were unfastened showcasing her ample cleavage and her short red skirt displayed a pair of legs that would draw a second look from any healthy heterosexual male. There was a slight thickness to her waist that suggested she was fighting a losing battle with her weight, but I'd never been attracted to skinny women so in my eyes it made her even more appealing. Her neatly styled blond hair was cut short and she wore the same heavy eye makeup and dark red lipstick that Cassandra favored. Her high heeled sandals displayed her neatly manicured and painted red toenails and a little thrill rippled through me when I noticed the two gold toe rings on each of her feet.

As soon as she saw me Cassandra smiled and said. "Francis this is my good friend..." And then she suddenly stopped.

After staring at me for a moment Cassandra started laughing and said, "Francis that apron is absolutely perfect."

Behind her the blond was giggling.

When I looked down and realized what I was wearing my face turned beet red.

Cassandra noticed my embarrassment and said. "Francis don't be embarrassed, that apron is absolutely adorable on you."

She turned to the woman standing behind her. "Jen I'd like you to meet my little pussy boyfriend Francis Townsend. Francis this is my best friend, Jennifer Dalton."

Jennifer burst out laughing when she heard Cassandra call me her little pussy boyfriend. She took a moment to regain her composure and then she extended her hand. She was still giggling as she said, "Francis it is a pleasure to meet you.

I'm really enjoying this new adventure GH, but please, don't stress over taking some time off to do other stuff. It's not like you're getting paid to write these stories. Take care of your permisteral life and your professional life, and come back to us when you feel like it. I, for one, sure appreciate all your efforts to keep us entertained.

Thanks GH, that was great, a very fun little sexy scene. Like Mel and TrF2 say, post whenever you feel like it or it's convenient for you - it's not like we're going anywhere, so we'll be here to read whenever.
Take care!

Mel, Stormy and TrF2

Thank you

GH

GH,
Teriffic, as usual! You said there would be twists and I feel an exciting one in the making here.
Thanks for your efforts and sharing your imagination.
As the others have said; take your time, we're not going anywhere.

GH:

Just caught up with this story. I think you may have surpassed yourself this time! Looking forward to the next installment...whenever you get the chance to write it.

Excellent stuff!!

Thank you very much for so nice story!

Just needed to add my thanks and my best wishes to you GH. I'm so glad you are OK to post. These pages would simply not be the same without you my friend. Interested to see where you are going with Emily by the way !

Cuckbob, subchard, Serpen and Peak

Thanks for the words of support.

GH

Thanks GH, very hot! I like the scene of the two ladies turning themselves and Francis on with their stories, well done!

Hey GH

WOW again a great story. Thanks for writing.

GH, you're a real craftsman! I have a feeling this little menage a trois is going to become very exciting. Thanks again GH, can't wait for the next installment.

Great story. Thank you for sharing your writing s*******s with us.
ShortSupply

Stormy, Meijer, cuckbob, 6k4g5Dxj (damn that's one complicated name) and centexcuck

Thank you for your kind words of support.

centexcuck

Most of last week I had exactly the same feeling. Sometimes the words don't come very easily.

GH

I went into the kitchen, poured two glasses of cognac, set them on a tray and carried them into the living room. Cassandra and Jennifer were sitting on the couch. They were engaged in a conversation. Jennifer was telling Cassandra about a guy she'd just met. I laid two coasters on the coffee table in front of them and set the glasses of cognac down. I was moving quickly and quietly. I didn't want to disturb them.

As I was leaving Cassandra called to me. "Pussyboy come back here."

I stopped and turned. "Yes Ms. Riley?"

Cassandra stared at me. After a moment she said in a very icy voice, "I told you to come back here."

I took two paces towards her. Something about her manner was making me very nervous.

"Closer!"

I took another step towards the couch.

"Jennifer would like to see your body and she would like to see it now. Take your clothes off for us."

I hesitated.

"Francis, your disobedience is embarrassing me. I warn you that I will spank you if you continue this little display of obstinacy".

I wasn't trying to be disobedient. I was just very nervous. Taking your clothes off in a bedroom with a woman you're about to make love to, is one thing. Doing it in front of two women who are sitting on a sofa fully clothed and sipping cognac is something else altogether.

Cassandra raised her voice. "Francis!"

That stirred me into action. I quickly slipped my apron off and started unbuttoning my shirt. As I was removing it Cassandra said, "His body is very much like a little boys. You can see that he doesn't have any hair at all on his chest."

Jennifer laughed. "He's sort of the opposite of Paul Markham."

Cassandra nodded. "Oh my yes, Paul is so hairy that it's almost like going to bed with a bear."

"He also fucks like a bear."

"That's for sure. He's not exactly what you would call a gentle lover." Cassandra sighed. "But he is exciting."

Jennifer slowly nodded in agreement. "Yes he most certainly is."

For a moment it almost felt as if Cassandra and Jennifer had both forgotten that I was in the room and then Cassandra turned her attention back to me. "Pussyboy, why have you stopped undressing. Take your pants off. We don't have all night."

I obediently unbuckled my belt and lowered my trousers.

Jennifer shook her head. "Boxer shorts? Cassandra those are for men. Little boys wear tidy whities. We'll need to stop and buy him some briefs tomorrow."

Cassandra smiled at me. "Francis, isn't is good to have a friend like Jen. She has so much experience. She knows just how to take care of a little boy like you."

I slowly nodded and said, "Yes Ms. Riley."

Cassandra waved her finger at me. "Francis you're dawdling. We told you to take your clothes off. Now step out of your trousers and take off your boxer shorts. Jennifer would like to inspect your penis."

My face was a deep shade of crimmister. I was horribly embarrassed. I was a forty-one year old college professor with a PhD in English Literature and these two very beautiful women were treating me like I was a ten year old boy.

Jennifer noticed my embarrassment and said, "Cassie look at him. Isn't that sweet, he's blushing."

"He is also being very disobedient. Francis! How many times do I have to tell you to get your trousers and boxers off? Do it now! or I am going to lay you across my knees and give you a spanking that you will never forget."

I looked at Cassandra. She was glaring at me. I suddenly realized that she was very serious. I quickly pulled my trousers off, folded them neatly and laid them over the back of a chair. As soon as that was done I lowered my boxer shorts.

Both women stared at me in rapt silence.

My offense increased as I exposed my penis. I was ashamed that I had an erection. I really didn't want Jennifer to know how excited I was. My embarrassment grew when I heard her giggle and say, "Oh look Cassie, he has a little stiffy. Isn't it cute."

Cassandra pushed the coffee table away from the sofa and said, "Francis, step out of your boxers and go stand in front of Ms. Dalton."

My entire body was tingling with excitement. The offense I was feeling was igniting my deepest masochistic desires. I took a deep breath and slowly walked over to Jennifer.

She looked into my eyes. For a moment we just stared at each other and then she reached out and lightly ran her fingertips across my naked chest. I gasped as she tweaked each of my nipples.

Jennifer looked at Cassandra and said, "Cassie he really is quite delightful. His skin is so soft and so smooth. There's no hair on his chest at all."

She let her fingers wander down my stomach. She drew an imaginary circle around my belly button. "He's so slender and delicate. He's almost like a little flower." She giggled, "I think we should call him Pansy".

Cassandra clapped her hands together. "What a marvelous name!"

I closed my eyes and shook my head. My offense was continuing.

Suddenly I felt Jennifer's fingers exploring the boundaries of my pubic hair. "Cassie this hair has got to go. His tiny penis is wonderful. It's just like a little toy. It reminds me of my mister's penis when he was nine or ten, but this thatch of pubic hair is all wrong. Men have pubic hair, little pansies are always nice and bare."

Next to me Cassandra said, "We can shave him as soon as he's done cleaning the kitchen. When we're done shaving him we can give him his present."

Jennifer looked at Cassandra. "His present, I forgot all about that. Oh yes, we definitely have to shave him before we give him his present." As she said that Jennifer gently grasped the shaft of my erect penis between her thumb and her forefinger.

I gasped.

Cassandra shook her head. "Jen, be careful. It doesn't take much to make him cum."

"Let's make him cum. That will give him something to think about while he cleans up the kitchen. Does he recover quickly?"

"Actually he does." Cassandra thought for a moment and then she said, "Sure, why not. Go ahead, make him cum. In fact, that might make shaving him a little easier."

As they held this discussion, the two women completely ignored my presence. It made me feel completely powerless. It was incredibly exciting.

Jennifer's fingers tightened their hold on my erection. At the same time I felt her reach around my back with her other hand. As her fingers began exploring the cleft of my ass she whispered; "Relax Francis, let yourself go. Right now I'm giving you pleasure. Later tonight you can return the favor."

She started squeezing my penis. At the same time I felt her push her finger into my anus. I gasped. No one had ever done this to me. The feeling was nearly indescribable. Jennifer Dalton knew how to give pleasure.

I tried hard to control myself. I wanted this sensation to last. I wanted it to last for a very long time; but it was just too exciting. The tingling in my loins grew quickly. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip in an attempt to fight it, but I wasn't strong enough and I quickly surrendered to the wave of pleasure that was overwhelming me.

Jennifer caught my semen in her fingertips. As soon as I was done ejaculating she pressed her cum covered fingers against my lips and said, "Lick it up pussyboy. Lick it all up. If you're going to serve Cassie and me, you're going to have to learn to love the taste of semen."

I obediently licked all of my cum off of Ms. Dalton's fingertips. It was a chore that was becoming increasingly easy; I was already getting used to both the taste and consistency of semen.

Once I was done Jennifer nuzzled my ear and said, "Very good Francis, Cassie told me that you were a very obedient little boy, and I see that she was right." She kissed my cheek and then she slapped my me on my ass. "Okay Pansy, it's time for you to go back to the kitchen and finish your chores."

As I was leaving the living room Cassandra called to me. "Pansy don't forget to put your apron back on."

The women chuckled as I walked back to the coffee table. I was both humiliated and excited as I obediently picked up my apron and slipped it over my head.

Worth the wait GH
Thank you....

Mel x

FANTASTIC. PLEASE MORE

Superb, as always, gh! It's like you plucked my most desired fantasy right out of my brain. Thank you my friend. priss.

Like spun gold GH.

Great stuff GH, thank you.

GH, i beg for more

Patience, it's always worth the wait from GH

Mel x

Excellent GH, it makes it worth dealing with all the horrendous storms to get home and catch up on the story! Great stuff!

Yes, thats very true it is always worth the wait from GH.

please keep going and i'm sure i'm not the only one waiting on the edge of my seat for the next instalment.

mark. x