Literotic asexstories – The Swenson Manor Chroniciles: Jo B by Houstonrn,Houstonrn
Swenson Manor Chronicles: Jo Baley’s Story
The view at the top of a short set of stairs descending from the upper yard level to the pool deck, was both spectacular and breathtaking. Actually, there were two views to consider. First was the clear blue of the sky reflected on to the large calm lake, and the extension of that reflection to the west toward what would, as soon as the sun set, turn into purple and orange shrouded mountains. A second view was the patio and pool area of Swenson Manor. The patio began at the back of the house and extended outward several yards to an elevated walled edge. At the center point of the wall was located a wide, three stairs deep cut, that descended to a very large rectangular shaped pool.
Around the pool was a fifteen-foot wide, natural stone decking that provided an expansive area in which to play or relax. At the house end of the pool, but slightly detached to one side, was an irregular shaped Jacuzzi large enough to hold twenty or more people. Spread about the patio and pool deck areas were many two-person lounge-chairs, a variety of mattresses large enough for three or more people, and several other large pieces of padded furniture; they looked like sawhorses with pads draped over them. If you wanted a drink there were two bars; both large, and well stocked. One was located near the house and the other was located at the far end of the pool area. In the center of the patio, staff members worked to cover tables with linen tablecloths as preparation to serve a very substantial buffet.
That is what we saw from our position at the top of the stairs, but we need to go back one week to understand how a poor girl like me arrived at this point. It all began with a knock at my door.
“Yes, may I help you?
“Are you Ms. Jo Baley?”
“Yes.”
“I have a package for you. Please sign here on the line.”
I signed, and in return was handed a large shipping envelope like you would use with FedEx or UPS. The envelope was very light, and the return address, while local, was unfamiliar to me, and there was no name listed. It was a perplexing mystery I hoped to solve by opening the envelope. Inside was a second envelope roughly the size frequently used for wedding invitations. I immediately wondered which of my cousins was announcing their wedding, but just as quickly dismissed the idea as none of them would go to such an expense. Besides, who would announce a wedding using deep green colored envelopes with gold script lettering?
Imagine, a hand delivered invitation; this seemed to portend something monumental. The picture was unclear to me so I stepped back, took a calming breath, and forced myself to not rush and rip open the envelope. Rather, I carefully peeled back the edges of the sealed flap to reveal a folded card in the same color of green as the envelope. The card, as expected, was an invitation. I removed it from the envelope and laid it in front of me on the table. I don’t know why I felt so anxious. It was as if I was frightened to proceed further. After a few moments I retrieved my courage and opened the pages. On the left side was a handwritten note that read:
“Jo, we have heard many good things about you. We hope you will join us. Please bring a companion. Paula”
I didn’t know anyone named Paula, so the mystery continued. On the right hand side was typical invitation information.
23 June thru Sunday 25 June
What: Drinks at 5:30, Buffet at 6:30 and continuing
Where: Swenson Manor
RSVP: 555 1212
Please provide companion’s name
Swenson Manor? “Holy FUCK!” I yelled out loud. I had hit a summer-party jackpot. In my hand was an invitation to a Swenson Manor pool party. It must be a dream. Just to make sure I was awake I pinched my arms several times, jumped up and down, washed my face with cold water, and reread the address and invitation information over and over again. This must be a mistake; a mistake because only rich and powerful people went to Swenson Manor. The invitation must be a mistake; a thing this big had never happened to me. A Swenson party was more than just a party. It was rumored a Swenson party was a wild, sexy, and decadent affair. I say rumored because I had only heard of them; I didn’t know anyone who had ever actually attended a Swenson Manor pool party. I wondered what I had done to rate such an invitation. Regardless of why, I understood such an opportunity might occur only once, and there was no way I would miss this party.
RSVP; when I looked back at the invitation the silly thought of Roast Skunk Very Possible immediately passed through my head. I knew my psyche was playing games with me as I tried to regain my composure. RSVP meant I must confirm my intention to attend, but before I could do that I needed to find a “companion” to attend with me. After telephone calls to several of my male friend I accepted the fact not one of them had the balls to act as my date. I guess they were intimidated by the Swenson Manor mystique, or they were afraid they would not be up to the standard. Some were up front and said exactly that, but others offered some pretty lame excuses such as one had to attend his mother’s funeral, while another was obligated to attend his grandparent’s fiftieth wedding anniversary. They passed up a Swenson pool party for such minor events. That’s okay; they have their priorities, but I would attend if I had to go alone. The thought of going solo began to deflate my high; then a new idea struck. The invitation said a companion; it didn’t specify the sex. Just like that, the picture of Nancy Jones; the most beautiful woman, and best female fuck flew into my mind. I knew Nancy would have her priorities straight; she said yes before Swenson Manor was out of my mouth.
As we arrived the carhop asked, “May I see your invitation please?”
I almost missed his words as I watched his huge dick wave in front of me. That thing was at least eight inches long, and it was soft. I can’t imagine its size when it is at full erection; but it is a topic I would like to investigate. However, whipping my eyes away from that magnificent piece of meat, I refocused on his words and handed him our invitation.
He said, “You may leave your clothes here in your car or wear them to the house. Either way, please follow that walkway to the patio, if you do desire to change clothes at the house please enter at the back, through the blue door and use the rooms that are available. Mrs. Swenson is at the pool; Mr. Swenson sends his regrets, but he is delayed on business and will not arrive until late Sunday.”
“What does Mrs. Swenson look like; I’ve never met her?”
“Look for a beautiful older lady with silver streaked auburn hair, and an allover tan. You will know when you see her.”
Nancy and I left our clothes in the car. Both of us have good bodies, and we would get naked pretty soon anyway. Just so you know, Nancy is 32 years old, 5′ 3″, blond hair, sapphire eyes, a wonderful figure with B-cup tits and legs that go on forever. She shaves all the hair on her lower lips, but not on the pubic mound. I, on the other hand am 33, 5’4″, brunette, green eyes, good tits with a tight ass, and I defy you to find a pussy hair on me unless I have been eating one.
That is how we arrived at this moment on the stairs. We were two very good-looking, stark naked women looking out over the pool toward the mountains admiring God’s handiwork. Ya, right! That vision, while very pretty, took only a moment, then we immediately focused on the patio and pool areas. The evening was young, but quite a few people were already here, and most of them were naked. Some were talking, and some were in very interesting positions preparatory to fucking their brains out.
Nancy and I walked down the steps and proceeded to the pool in search of Paula Swenson. She was not difficult to locate; we simply moved to the crowd. Paula was in the middle of it with a cock in every one of her holes; and not just any ole cocks. These were very large, and she seemed to be enjoying every push of every inch. Just after we arrived each of the cocks pulled out, squirted their juices onto her face, tits, and ass, and then walked away leaving Paula to recuperate.
After a few moments, and while still breathing heavily, “Jo, so nice of you to come. Don’t look so shocked. Do you think we would invite someone to our party without knowing what they looked like? We have some very strict guidelines.”
“I see your point. Hello, it is very nice to meet you, and I want to thank you for the invitation. May I introduce Nancy James, my good friend, occasional lover, and companion for this weekend.”
“Nice to meet you Nancy. You are beautiful. I hope I have the opportunity to taste you before the party ends.”
Nancy responded, “I was thinking similar thoughts. I definitely want to bury my face in your twat. Do you have anything else to do right now?”
“I would like to say no, but unfortunately I have some other things to which I must attend to. If it is alright, I will consider your words as an open invitation.”
“I’ll hold you to that, the little scene you just finished and the anticipation of eating you cunt has made my pussy do some heavy-duty dripping. Paula, please excuse us, but I need some face right now! Jo, lie down on that mattress over there and get to work. I need you to suck my clit, and I want to taste you.”
Hearing those words Paula began to walk away, but after a couple of steps she returned. “It is not a requirement, but many past guests have found it exciting to wear all the cum, male or female, that adheres to their bodies.” She spun on her heel, and we did not see her again for several hours.
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