Pat was having an eight till noon Thanksgiving blowout sale. Unlike Abby, he handled all the sales, his three employees being a receptionist slash book-keeper, a mechanic and a painter. The latter two working part-time when he needed them, just to earn extra money. Today it was him and Teri, his beautiful but gay receptionist. He didn't mind her orientation, other than the fact it meant he had no chance, but they still kidded around a lot.
Lately, Teri had been trying to get him to bring her with him out to the hall, saying it was selfish of him to deprive her of all that potential fun. His response so far, was to just grin at her and walk off, Teri cursing him roundly. He knew she would probably fit right in out there, but it was too much fun baiting her.
Today, she took every opportunity to try and wheedle an invitation to Florida out of him. Going so far as to tell him in detail how small her new bikini was. Groaning in frustration whenever someone came in looking and she had to back off. Actually, he was a little torn about the idea of seeing her tight body in the tiny bikini she described, it was hard enough working around her as it was.
For being three years older than he was, she was holding up really well. Kind of like a nasty Meg Ryan, right down to the obviously long nipples that were almost always present. She was the reason they had all the leather in the shop, having convinced him to stock and sell it in a manner similar to what she'd been doing to him all morning. When she offered to wear the bikini around the shop for a week after they got back, Pat knew he had to call Mason, Teri actually screamed and hugged him when he told her to take a few minutes and run home to pack a bag, "And don't forget that bikini!" he yelled as she went out the door.
Saul stood outside Benny's banging on the door for a good ten minutes before a still half asleep Benny finally pulled it open and then shuffled off for the kitchen, muttering something about coffee. Saul walked in and looked around, sighing as he remembered how Cybil had once kept the little house for the two of them. It definitely missed her. Gathering the half-dozen empty beer bottles off the coffee table, he headed towards the kitchen himself, dropping the bottles in the can with all their cousins.
"I figured you'd be ready by now," he needled his friend. He'd known he wouldn't be, but also that he should get there early if they were going to get ready and out to the hall in time. "Did you at least pack a bag?"
Benny just grunted at him, dumping a heaping scoop of coffee into the filter, enough to make Saul blanch.
Shelby was perfectly happy to go last, she'd come to realize she liked to watch. But by the time Ardella, then Cybil both rode Mason's cock, Cybil getting him to cum for her as she writhed like some harem girl from the Arabian nights. Shelby was more than ready to help him get hard again for herself. So as Cybil leaned down and kissed him, his softening cock slipping from her, then rolled off into Ardella's arms, Shelby moved in and took him into her mouth.
Mason squirmed for a few seconds, his cock sensitive, then sighed as the nerves settled and he started growing again, enjoying Shelby's enthusiasm like always. Cybil leaned across him and grabbed Shelby's outstretched leg, pulling her over on top of Mason and winking at him. Shelby got the message and did the rest, scooting back until he could reach her, never losing him from her mouth.
She loved Mason's cock. She'd come to realize that she loved Mason as a friend, he was probably the best guy she'd ever known, but she loved his cock. She grinned around it now, thinking every cock crazed girl should be so lucky. When he was good and hard again, not to mention driving her to distraction with his talented tongue, she started trying. She definitely had to hum a bit when Mason's fat head filled her soft palate, but she just did it and took slow breaths, trying to relax.
Mason groaned when she did the little twist and took his head into her throat, his tongue going still as his hands fisted and pulled at the cuffs. The next inch was harder, it felt twice as thick as Marcus had and she started worrying he might be too big. She thought about backing off, taking another breath before trying again, but then thought the hell with it and started doing one twitch after another, stopping when her nose was where she wanted it, her eyes tearing up.
"Well fuck me." She heard Cybil say from right next to her ear. And she had to pull off or strangle as she started to laugh. She turned her head, wiping a thick string of saliva from her lip and grinned at Cybil, seeing Ardella's head right above hers, but she wasn't sure she could talk right then, so she went back to work. "You go girl, suck that cock." Cybil cheered her on, as she took him down again, a little easier each time, humming and even finding she could kind of throat chuckle after a while. Moaning a little herself as Mason went back at her with a will.
There were sixteen of them at the table counting Danny and the meal was fantastic. Brigid and Abby had both pitched in, but Katey was the maestro, from the perfectly moist turkey with its crispy skin to the green bean casserole, the deviled eggs and potato salad, to the soft buttery rolls. When the pies were brought out, Mason and most everyone else hurt themselves. It was a sluggish group that sat around after, talking and waiting for the time to head to the airport. Marcus loaded the auto feeder for Danny, who was staying home with the sheep. If they took him to the show, he'd have to spend some long days on a leash, something Marcus didn't want him subjected to.
Ben had added an extra pair of men to the roster for the weekend, to keep an eye on the hall itself and to patrol the property in response to David's voice mail. All four men had been told to help themselves to the food left in the reach in, since it would be suspect by the time they got back anyway. Meanwhile, Ben was doing a background check on David to see if there was anything in his past that would indicate he was a real threat. Jess had watched Abby laughing and having a good time, and decided that she would wait until after they got back, before deciding whether to involve her.
Teri had sat next to Shelby at dinner, getting introduced to those she hadn't already met, enjoying all the eye candy. She was hoping for a tour, having heard about the spa and the pool area. But settled for following Shelby to her room so the girl could get her bag and bring it down to be loaded with the rest.
"This place is huge." She told Shelby as they went down the hall. She and Shelby had always been close, Teri watching her turn from a tomboy that was always tearing up dirt bikes and pushing them into the shop for repairs, to the sweet young woman she'd become. Teri had lived in a commune when she was in her late teens, after fleeing a very strict upbringing. And it had been an awakening, sexually as well as spiritually, and she felt like the hall had much of the same vibe. Even Pat seemed to have caught the spirit, and she couldn't help wondering if her young friend was still a virgin.
"It seems like it would be fun," she went on as she followed Shelby into her room., "I know I'd be having fun here anyways." And she wagged her eyebrows at Shelby.
"No doubt." Shelby told her, blushing but smiling. It was the smile that told Teri what she had wondered, there was a confidence there that was new.
"So young Mason must be quite the stud?" she ventured, "From all the smiles and blushes you girls couldn't seem to control whenever he looked your way." And she laughed when Shelby proved her point by blushing bright red. "Relax," she went on, reaching out to grip Shelby's arm, "I'm happy for you. Hell, I envy you." And she told her about her brief try at communal living. "It was the best time of my life." She finished wistfully.
"Why did you leave then?" Shelby wondered.
"I didn't," she answered, "the farm was sold out from under us and it just fell apart. All that free love stuff is fine, as long as you have a roof over your head and a meal now and then. Not to mention a working shower." She laughed, pinching her nose while waving a hand around and Shelby giggled. "Believe me, I'd consider sleeping with men again if that was what it took to have another chance to be free and live that way."
"I don't think I could give up cock." Shelby confessed on an impulse, then blushed and turned away, sorry she had.
"Do you love him?" Teri asked gently.
"Yeah, I guess I do," Shelby told her, "but as a friend. Mason's the best. But his cock, I'm totally in love with that, if that makes any sense?" she shrugged.
Teri gave her a quick hug to reassure her, "I think I understand, and I'm just a little jealous." She admitted with a sigh. "Those kind of feelings have been few and far between for a while now, never get old kid."
