Date: Tue, 9 Nov 1999 01:33:05 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: margaret-4

Margaret 04 Saturday

Saturday morning dawned bright and clear, and I
prepared myself by putting on my sample of Rhonda's
pearly bathing suit, which I covered with a very thin
white cotton shirt and skirt.  I finished the outfit
with cork-heeled sandals and a wide straw sun hat,
then headed with my samples to the marina.

The Griffin seemed huge, as I stood on the dock with
one hand holding my hat against the wind, and the
other clutching my sample case, and requested
permission to come aboard.  I was right on time, as we
were scheduled to sail shortly, so I stowed my samples
where I was directed, and enjoyed the hospitality of
the after-deck, as a young girl brought me a rum punch
which I wisely decided to sip very slowly.  Soon
afterward, the last two passengers arrived, and an
elderly woman on the flying bridge gave the order to
cast off.  The little waitress jumped to handle the
bow line, as a woman in her fifties let loose the
stern, and we were underway.

Sailors the world over must have only one thing on
their minds, and certainly the male inhabitants of
that marina waved at us as though I and the waitress
were not the only ones on board under the age of
fifty.  But I also noticed that this crew was an
unusually fit looking bunch for the over-fifty set.
These were women who spent their wealth on tennis
lessons, fitness spas and tanning salons.  They wore
the latest fashions in deck-wear, and swim suits from
Rodeo Drive, and I began to despair.  How could I sell
lingerie to these women who already had everything?
Well, I thought, I would just have to find a way.

As soon as we were out of sight of land, Captain Mary
Caldwell slowed the engines and turned the wheel over
to another woman.  She descended the gangway from the
flying bridge and greeted me.  She was a good 5'10",
with steely grey hair and a slim figure which hid
itself under white work-shirt and dungarees.  "Well
Madame, what have you to show us today?" she demanded,
with a look that held a hint of humour.

That look was all the cue I needed, so I replied,
"Madame Captain, I see that we are nine women here,
and yet I am uncertain as to who are officers and who
are swabbers of the decks.  So I have uniforms to show
you! Would you like to try on the Captain's uniform?"
She did want to try one, so I handed her the small
white bundle, and she disappeared into the cabin.
Soon she was back, wearing the sheer white shirt with
the four gold captain's stripes at the cuffs, and the
strategically placed pockets which failed to hide her
deep brown nipples.  I had included a white satin
bikini panty, and of course the Captain had retained
her cap.  Altogether, she looked both smart and sexy,
and everyone applauded and whistled at her entrance.

I told her that I could prepare shirts with only three
stripes for her lieutenants, so she introduced Andrea,
who was at the wheel; and Gina, whose hard full tits
on a body approaching sixty made one suspect silicon.

"What do the crew uniforms look like?" called out a
woman who was wrapped from neck to toe in a red
sarong.

"Since you ask," replied the captain, "perhaps you
could model it for us."  So that woman accepted my
bundle, and went into the cabin.  She was back even
faster than the captain had been, wearing basically
the same sheer shirt, but with a wisp of blue silk
scarf around the neck, instead of the officer's
stripes.  She received the same applause, as I
explained that I had not had time to arrange for
sailor caps.

The most noticeable thing about this woman was her
skin.  She was the palest person I had ever seen.
Instantly the captain ordered, "Someone find some
number 30 sun block for Olivia, and get it on her!"
Quickly the woman named Olivia was seated in a deck
chair, as two other women slathered her legs with sun
lotion.  The commotion surrounding Olivia helped to
break up the formality of the party.  The young
waitress, whose name I learned was Tracy Caldwell, the
captain's granddaughter, started bringing around more
rum punches.  I handed out bits of lingerie, most of
them rather daring, and the women started trying them
on.

Soon there was no room in the cabin for changing, so
the women simply changed right there on the
after-deck. At any one time, at least two were
completely nude.  Exposed limbs demanded more
sun-block, which these ladies helpfully applied to
each other.  Olivia's attendants covered her legs and
arms, then moved to her breasts.  She began to moan in
pleasure, and the sound seemed to mark a turning point
in the party.  Everyone began to touch, feel and grope
each other's bodies through the thin fabric of the
lingerie.

Young Tracy approached me, wearing only a white bikini
top and the apron from the french-maid outfit out of
my kit.  She asked me why I was not wearing any of my
own products.  Truthfully, I had been too busy helping
others to even think about what I was wearing.  But I
told her, "I am wearing one of my company's things.
Would you like to see it?"  Tracy nodded yes, her eyes
bright with anticipation.  So I peeled off my skirt,
and quickly unbuttoned my blouse.

All of the women stopped admiring, caressing, and
rubbing sun lotion on each other; and stared at me as
I slowly turned around in the sunlight.  The watched
as the magic fabric let them see my nipples and my
navel, and even my pussy, but only as momentary
glimpses before the cloth became pearly opaque again.
Captain Mary approached me, and in a voice husky with
lust, asked if she could try it on.  At sea, a
Captain's desire is law, so I peeled it off and handed
it to her. But instead of putting it on, she pushed me
back into a deck chair.

I felt hands all over me as the captain gently spread
my thighs, and her tongue plunged into my pussy,
slithering around between the folds of my cunt lips.
Lieutenant Gina pressed her lips eagerly to mine and
kissed me passionately.  Our tongues darted in, out
and all around each others' mouths, and her firm
breasts were plastered against me.  Tracy nibbled my
neck, as her fingers stroked through my hair and
played with my nipples.  I turned my head and kissed
Tracy, as her hands drifted to play with Gina's hard
tits.  The Captain was straddling one of my thighs,
and humping her hot twat on my ankle as she continued
to gobble my pussy.

An impassioned moaning all around me was thrilling my
ears like an erotic symphony.  Soon, I heard the
unmistakable squishing sound of a pussy being probed.
I looked across the deck to where Olivia had lost the
panties of her uniform, and her two attendants were
enthusiastically applying the sun lotion to her pussy,
both inside and out.  Each had her lips firmly
fastened to one of Olivia's nipples, as their fingers
explored her cunt and rubbed her swollen clit.

Up on the bridge, Andrea sat on her high helmsman's
chair with her eyes out to sea, as another woman
licked the insides of her wide-spread thighs.

More squishing sounds filled my ears as I returned my
attention to three hot and horny women who surrounded
me.  The captain's pubis continued to grind with a
fury against my leg as she slurped my slit, while she
reached out and fingered Gina's hot cunt.  Her
silver-grey hair shook as she twisted from side to
side in order to devour my pussy.  Her fingers made
very loud squishing noises as they probed deep into
Gina.

Cute little Tracy straddled my face and eased her
pretty pink cunt onto my eagerly waiting mouth.  I
held her labia apart, and licked her thoroughly,
tasting her and smelling her light musky scent.  She
smashed her hot little twat against my face and my
fingers penetrated her.  Two fingers from each hand
entered that tiny little body, feeling her pussy
lubricating as if I had turned on a faucet.  I sucked
her clit into my mouth and with the same force as her
grandmother the captain was using on mine.  Tracy
squealed and humped her cunt in a tight grinding
motion against my face, growing hotter and wetter by
the second.

The afterdeck echoed with our orgy.  All I could hear
was moaning, gasping, squishing, grunting, and skin
smacking skin.  Olivia was shrieking, obviously
cumming her brains out, deliriously aroused as her two
skilled partners manipulated her pale body.  Up on the
bridge, nobody seemed to be watching the sea, as
Andrea and her partner were locked in a tight
sixty-nine.

Our sounds of arousal seemed to feed, and feed on,
each other.  Within moments I came gushing over the
captain's mouth, and Tracy shuddered to a climax atop
me.  Then the captain reached her orgasm as she ground
her pelvis onto my leg and Gina came on the captain's
hand.  I felt the captain's warm mist on my leg and
tasted Tracy's succulent nectar.

The captain rose from my leg, and Gina immediately
scooted over.  Raising my leg, she managed to sit on
the end of the deck chair and bring her cunt against
mine, scissors style.  Her pussy was all wet and
slippery, and we easily slid against each other,
mashing our pelvises clit-to-clit.

Tracy rose from my face, and the captain took her
place, mashing that soggy silver cunt against my
mouth. I licked her hot pussy ravenously, making her
squeal in a most un-captainly manner.  She ground her
pussy against my mouth as hard as she had rubbed it
against my leg.  Tracy took delight in devouring first
my tits, then Gina's, then the captain's.  She sucked
and licked and slurped as all of our nipples became
hard and as sensitive as our clits.

My head was filled with the hot musky scent of pussy,
and my tongue was thrilled to the luscious, delicious
taste of hot, succulent cunt.  We were four
lust-crazed women in a tangled knot of pure sex!
Gina's clit caught mine in a particularly wonderful
way, and I erupted, oozing a river of cunt cream which
flowed into her own.  My tongue shot deeper than ever
into the captain's deep crevasse, and she too climaxed
sending a gush of pussy nectar dripping into my mouth.
 My fingers reached over and found Gina's hand between
Tracy's legs.  My fingers joined Gina's inside Tracy
and we stroked her pussy quickly, plunging any number
of fingers up inside her sweet little cunt, and
occasionally reaching a finger up her anus, so she had
no idea of where we might pinch or probe next.  Soon
she came, and her little body fell into orgasmic
convulsions as she shrieked like a mad-woman.

Tracy bent over and wriggled her mouth between Gina
and me, sucking first Gina's clit then mine, as Gina
leaned way back to give her room, and continued to
mash her pussy against mine.  The captain's insatiable
cunt resumed grinding on my mouth, and my tongue
probed deep inside her until once again I felt her
quim quiver and then spasm wildly.  Her body went
rigid as she whip-lashed back and forth and unleashed
another stream of cunt cream.

Her orgasm seemed to set off Gina's, as she sprayed
her nectar all over my pussy and Tracy's eager tongue.
 I came again too, and Tracy dove in to lap up all of
the juices that were dripping from both of our sated
snatches.

Across the deck, Olivia was cumming again too, as one
of her faithful attendants sucked her pussy, while the
other straddled her face.

Finally, with all of us exhasusted, Tracy went to find
more rum punch as we sailed back to the marina.  I
took orders and made a lot of sales.  Captain Mary
ordered two full sets of uniforms, and everyone else
ordered at least two items.  Since EROS lingerie is
expensive, this worked out very well for me.  As I
drove home I was happy.  I had become Lingerie
Supplier to a group of the wealthiest (and horniest!)
women in town, as essential to their lives as their
hairdresser.

At dinner that night the girls all wanted to know
about the party on the yacht.  I told them that sales
had been excellent, the yacht was indeed splendid, and
that I had met their school friend, Tracy.  I told
them about how EROS had created uniforms, which had
gone over very well.  This made them all want to visit
EROS, since all three had an interest in fashion.
Elizabeth likes to design clothes, Rachel to make
them, and Jessie loves to wear them.
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Just as we were talking about design, the phone rang.
It was Cindy, also wanting to know how the yacht party
had gone.  I told her I had lots of orders, including
a few alterations requested by customers.  Since the
girls were right at my side, I also told Cindy they
would like a tour of the EROS factory.  "Why not right
now?" Cindy asked, "A few of us are working late on
the LoveCraft account, but I'm sure we can take a
moment to show the girls around."  I relayed this to
the girls, and the twins reacted with enthusiasm.

Rachel looked disappointed, and said that she had to
meet with her study group, and could she PLEASE have a
rain check?   I assured her that would be fine.  So
Rachel headed off to her study group, and the twins
and I piled into the car and headed for EROS, me
having changed to an evening-style of shirt and skirt,
while the twins were still in their school uniforms.
When we arrived, we were met by Cindy who this time
was wearing a long sheer navy-blue peignoir, over
equally sheer navy panties.  The twins' eyes widened
as she greeted me with a long open-mouthed kiss.

Cindy has a sweet mouth, so I returned her affection,
tongue for tongue until she chose to break it off.

Then I introduced Cindy to Elizabeth and Jessica.
Cindy flowed up against Elizabeth, her hands lightly
brushing past Liz's breasts as they enfolded her in a
warm embrace.  With some hesitation, Liz returned
Cindy's kiss, and their mouths melted onto each other.


After a few moments it was Jessie's turn.  Jessica has
a different approach.  She happily pulled Cindy toward
her and immediately initiated a deep kiss.  Cindy's
hands traced the curve of Jessie's back, below her
ass, to lift the hem of Jessie's short school-girl
skirt.  Cindy's hand barely brushed the fabric of
Jessie's plain cotton underpants before she dropped
the skirt, and soon their greeting kiss ended.

Cindy led us all into the show room where my first
interview had been held.  The twins were delighted
with all of the pretty colors and sexy cuts of the
lingerie.  They both wanted to try things on, but
Cindy said not yet, perhaps later.  Then Cindy led us
out into the long back hall that led to the swim suit
room and the washroom. (I had a brief but pleasant
flash of memory). But she took us across the hall and
into another large room.

Large drawing tables were everywhere, with bright
lights hanging low over them.  Pen and ink drawings
filled in with water-colors covered the walls.
Valena, dressed in her usual dark blue satin sheath,
was working on a new sketch.  The twins were
fascinated by the designs, noticing that some of them
were so wild that they would be almost impossible to
build.  Valena explained that some of these were
'concept' pictures, not intended to be made.  Some of
them could be made, but it would be very expensive.
Fortunately EROS has many rich clients.  Cindy left us
alone for a few minutes, while Elizabeth talked shop
with Valena, and Jessie and I kept looking at the
pictures on the walls.

Cindy returned, and our tour continued down the hall.
The next room we entered was much different from the
others.  Previous rooms had been big and brightly lit;
but this one was small, with black walls and the only
lights were focussed on a small round stage.  Around
the stage were two rows of chairs, and on it was what
appeared to be a huge circular bed.  Cindy invited us
to be seated in the front row.

After a few minutes Rhonda entered the room and
stepped up onto the stage.  She wore a shiny black
rubber teddy which accented her excited nipples, and
tall shiny patent pumps.  She carried a riding crop.
Rhonda surveyed us severely, then spoke.  "Elizabeth,
step up here!"  Elizabeth glanced at me, and I
motioned to her to go ahead, so she obeyed.
"Elizabeth, this is a house of fine under-fashions,
and you are charged with the crime of wearing plain
cotton underpants!  This charge must be investigated,
so bend over and place your hands on this bed!"

Slowly, Elizabeth obeyed.  Using the tip of her riding
crop, Rhonda lifted the rear hem of Liz's uniform
skirt, exposing her plain cotton panties.  "So it is
true!" Rhonda exclaimed, "Cindy, remove this hideous
thing!"  Cindy leaped up and draped Liz's skirt over
her waist, then tugged those cotton pants down and
off, exposing Elizabeth's lovely pussy with her trim
ass and the pink rose bud of her anus.

SMACK!  Rhonda's riding crop landed across Liz's
pretty bum, and Liz gasped, more in surprise than in
pain.

"Repeat after me!"  Rhonda commanded, "I will never
wear boring underwear again!"

"I will never wear boring underwear again!"  Liz
exclaimed.

WHACK!  "I will never wear ugly panties again!"
Rhonda intoned.

"I will never wear ugly panties again!"  Liz replied.

SMACK!  "I will always wear lovely sexy underthings!"

"I will always wear lovely sexy underthings!"

"Always remember this lesson!"  Rhonda cried.
"Jessica, come here!"

Jessie leaped up on the stage, her eyes filled with
eager anticipation and lust.  My pussy was churning
and more than a bit wet.  Jessie obeyed Rhonda's order
to bend over, and Cindy lifted her skirt, exposing
underpants identical to her sister's, then...

WHACK!  The crop made a red mark across Jessie's
little ass, which she wiggled in delight at the
stimulation.  "Repeat after me!"  Rhonda commanded, "I
will never wear boring underwear again!"

"I will never wear boring underwear again!"  Jessie
CRIED.

SMACK!  "I will never wear ugly panties again!"
Rhonda intoned.

"I will never wear ugly panties again!"  Jessie gasps.

WHACK!  "I will always wear lovely sexy underthings!"

"I will always wear lovely sexy underthings!"  Jessie
squealed.

"Never forget this lesson!  Now both of you stand up
and face me!"  Rhonda glared at the twins as they
obeyed.  "You are both further charged with the crime
of wearing plain polyester brassieres!  Now remove
each others' shirts, and we shall see if you are
guilty!"  Liz and Jessie tore off each others' shirts
and school ties, exposing their plain bras."

"Guilty!"  Rhonda declared, "Remove those horrible
things!  Then bend over to receive your punishment!"
With Cindy's help, it was only a moment until the
twins' lovely breasts were naked, and their excited
pink nipples were standing out as though demanding to
be sucked.  They bent over as ordered with their hands
on the bed, and Cindy lifted their skirts to their
waists.

SMACK!  "I will never wear a boring bra again!"
Rhonda led.

"I will never wear a boring bra again!"  the twins
chorused.

WHACK!  "I will never wear ugly underthings again!"

"I will never wear ugly underthings again!"  they
replied.

SMACK!  "My tits will wear only lovely, lacy, sexy
bras!"

"My tits will wear only lovely, lacy, sexy bras!"

WHACK!  "Always remember this lesson!  You may be
seated on the bed.

The twins obediently sat, as Valena quietly entered
the room.  She wore only a white lace bra and panties.
 She stepped up on the stage, as Rhonda demanded,
"Where did you get those lovely lacy underthings?"

"From Margaret here."  Valena replied, pointing at me.

Rhonda addressed Jessica, "Have you ever seen this
brassiere?"

"It looks like one of Mom's.  She really likes that
style."

Turning to Elizabeth, Rhonda demanded, "Have you ever
seen these panties?"

"They could be Mom's.  She has a bunch like them."

"'Looks like' and 'could be' are not enough!  You must
feel them and smell them and taste them to be sure!"
In no time the twins' hands were all over those
panties and bra.  They caressed Valena's breasts, and
reached inside to pinch her nipples.  Both twins
inhaled deeply at Valena's crotch, and Liz began to
lick those panties to try to find the taste of me.
Soon they pulled the panties and bra off her, leaving
my boss fully naked with them on the bed.

"Margaret!"  Rhonda demanded, Step forward and we
shall examine you to see if these lacy underthings are
yours."  I stepped up on the stage with the other
women, and was unsurprised when Rhonda commanded me to
bend over with my hands on the bed.  The twins were
right that I had several identical sets of underwear,
and at this time I was wearing ones exactly like those
they had just removed from Valena.  She sprawled nude
on the bed with her pussy exposed to my lustful gaze
and her body being caressed by my daughters.
Willingly I bent over the bed, as it brought my face
nearer to my employer's crotch.

The riding crop ran up my inner thigh, lifting my
skirt to expose my panties.  Cindy's hands pulled my
blouse free from my skirt and lifted it to my armpits,
exposing my bra.  "Guilty!" proclaimed Rhonda.  "I
find you guilty of keeping the lovely lacy underthings
for yourself, and making your daughters do without.
Prepare to receive your punishment!"  Rhonda and Cindy
finished pulling my clothes off, leaving me nude and
bent over, leaning on the bed.

SMACK!  The feeling of the riding crop on my bottom
was electric. "I will never let my daughters wear
boring underwear again!"  Rhonda dictated.

"I will never wear let my daughters wear boring
underwear again!"  I replied.

SMACK!  WHACK!  I was ready to cum as Cindy's hand
spanked my bum.  "My daughters will wear only lovely
lacy sexy underthings!"

"My daughters will wear only lovely lacy sexy
underthings!"  I cried.

SMACK!  WHACK!  SMACK!  The riding crop lashed across
my bum, its tip parting the petals of my pussy.  "I
will teach them to dress for beautiful sex!"

"Yes!" I cried as my daughters began to suck on
Valena's nipples in front of my eyes.  "I will teach
them to dress for beautiful SEX!"  I could no longer
resist diving into Valena's succulent pussy.  I leaned
forward and slurped at her labia, then plunged my
tongue into her wide-open cunt.  Moments later I felt
two cooling tongues on the backs of my thighs, as
Rhonda and Cindy began licking their way toward my
ass.  Those two mouths went higher and higher, until
each found a hole to suck on at the top of my thighs.
I felt a head between my legs, and looked down there
to see Cindy's pale blonde hair waving back and forth
as she burrowed into my hot wet pussy.  That meant
that the tongue that was reaching so deliciously into
my anus had to be Rhonda's.

Elizabeth squirmed around and sat on Valena's face,
and started grinding her pretty pink twat against my
boss' mouth.  I reached out and started to finger
Jessie's cunt as she continued to gobble Valena's firm
tits.  We were six women in sexual heaven, as Valena
was the first to cum; rewarding my hungry mouth with a
gush of sweet cunt cream.  Then Cindy's talented
tongue brought me to a crashing climax as I felt my
pussy erupt and drench her face in dew.  The twins
came together, and fell toward each other in
exhaustion; kissing each other and fondling each
other's pink little nipples.  Behind me where I could
not see them, Cindy and Rhonda brought each other to
screaming orgasms, and we all collapsed on the be in
satisfied bliss.

When we gathered the energy to move again, the ladies
of EROS helped the twins get dressed, minus their
underwear.  When we left the building, everyone gave
everyone else a long kiss goodbye, and the panty-less
girls each also got a quick fingering under their
schoolgirl skirts.