101 Poppy Hill Lane

101 Poppy Hill Lane

"So, is this really what you want?" David paused, admiring what he could see of the bay between the oak trees.

The trail climbed upward through the spring grasses, along old, somewhat faded cement. In the distance he could see Hwy. 24 as it snaked through the Berkeley hills down below, and the faint buzz as cars zoomed toward San Francisco. A few steps ahead, the short brunette paused and looked back with a smile.

"I sure do - and you know you do, too," Hannah said. "Who needs to go to Vegas to have a bit of fun? We already agreed that we're going to walk out of here, hand in hand. But what we do before then, well..."

Hannah looked him right in the eye, biting her lip, her big brown eyes giving him the same look that she had had before on her knees, her tongue sliding up and down the length of his cock.

The brochure had looked about as innocuous as can be, at least on the cover. "Come, get away, enjoy yourselves..." it read, with a scenic shot of the Berkeley hills. Inside, the tone changed, slightly: "But not necessarily in that order."

***

The brochure had actually been a gift of sorts of David's Aunt Mary, not so much a blood relative but a friend of David's mother. Mary had always been a sort of free spirit, the kind of woman that David was pretty sure had been more than just a friend during some of the rougher times in their lives.

Mary lived in the hills as well, closer to Piedmont, a legacy left by her late husband's estate. If anyone had photographed Mary and David together, they might have thought they were siblings; tall, blonde, and languorous, Mary had the sort of long, lean features that David shared as well.

David had an open invitation to visit, and to swim laps in the narrow pool that Mary's house had built into the side of the hill. David knew exactly why he had a key, and why Mary's eyes followed him as he pulled himself out of the pool.

He couldn't help but notice when her taut white bikini was stretched further by her swollen nipples. On another occasion, she was absent when he finished his laps. Looking up, he could see her bedroom, and the glass window overlooking the pool. He could just see her knees, wide apart, and her calves, and her feet as she lay back on the bed fingering herself. His cock twitched, and he had a very vivid but brief vision about what he could and would do inside her. But his flaw was this: he was loyal, and it was this flaw that women found irresistible.

So it was with a predator's eyes Mary had offered him a glass of lemonade after a swim three weeks ago. She was dressed in a short skirt, the type women play tennis in.

"Hi, David, enjoy your workout?" Mary asked, handing him the frosty glass.

David accepted, and knocked back a long, thirsty drink. "Yeah," he replied. "I'm beat. I'll have to get back to Hannah soon, as we're going out to dinner tonight."

"How's it going with Hannah?" Mary said. "Still going well? It's been, what, about eleven months now?"

"Yeah," David agreed. "I don't really put a lot of stock in milestones, but it's almost a year and we're looking for something to mark the occasion."

Mary's eyes opened slightly. She stood, walking over to a side table, her hips slightly swaying. Not for the first time David wondered what she was wearing underneath. He wasn't a fool; he recognized the subtle though mildly phallic art on the coffee table, and the occasional tasteful nude. His mother, mildly tipsy one night, had mentioned that Mary had sent her a nude by mistake, as well as another where she was being spitroasted between two men - his mother's words. "Those were the days," she said, possibly wistfully.

Mary returned, walking across the white carpet to where David sat, finishing his drink. He had a sudden vision of her, crawling, nude, across the floor while his naked cock strained toward her lips.

"Tell me something, David. Does Hannah put out?" Mary had paused, holding a glossy leaflet, but David felt like he could feel the warmth of her across the room.

"I'm sorry, what?" David stammered.

"I want to know what she does for you," Mary said, looking him straight in the eyes, enunciating each word softly and deliberately. "Does she suck your dick? Does she blow on it, run her fingers through your pubic hair, gently tickle your balls? Does she offer herself when you want it? Always?"

There was a silence. Things were out in the open more than they'd ever been. But from deep down, David knew a challenge. He nodded. "Yes, she does," he replied. "Do you?"

"You have no idea," Mary said softly. Her hand crept to her hair. She looked at him for a long minute, then pulled out her phone. Poking at it for a second, she showed him a series of photos. "My friend Maria. Irene. My cousin Caitlin. What do you think?

A gorgeous Latina woman, another (Hawaiian?) beauty, and a cute, curly-haired little pixie smiled back. Then Mary swiped again to another series: Irene holding Mary's head against her pussy, a selfie as Mary fingered Maria, Caitlin kissing Mary as someone thrust into her from behind.

"All of them have said they want you. Do you want them?" Maria showed him one more photo, of himself, stretching after a swim. Drops of water ran down his long, lean torso, and the camera captured the curve of his groin as the suit clung to him.

"What? No. Of course not. I mean - Hannah," David sputtered.

Mary nodded. "I thought so. And that's a shame," she replied. "Take this. You need to learn an important fact: sex is sex. A relationship is something else. You can have both, separately. And you won't truly learn what life is until you understand the difference."

The pamphlet showed a cheerful bed-and-breakfast amidst oaks, a grassy lawn, a pool, and more. "Come, get away, enjoy yourselves..." it said on the cover.

***

The Red Poppy Hill B&B was high up in the hills, along narrow windy roads that hugged the curvature of the hills. Poppy Hill Lane was more of a driveway than an actual street, dead-ending in an iron gate at the end of a hundred yards or so.

"Boy, this is really private," Hannah commented, as they had parked the car by the side of the road and got out. A small speaker and button was mounted next to a sign that said "Poppy Hill B&B: Guests Only."

David pushed the button. After a pause, a female voice replied, "Hello?"

"Um, hi," David replied. "I'm David Martin? With my girlfriend?"

"Ah, yes, David," the voice replied. "Please come in. I'm afraid that your room isn't quite made up yet, as our staff is busy with another guest. But please, come in, and leave your luggage by the gate. Why don't you explore the grounds and check back in twenty minutes or so? You can park in the small lot to your left."

David walked back to the car and pulled in to the small parking lot, which held just a few spaces, about half of which were occupied. Both Hannah and David wheeled in their luggage and left in just inside the gate, which squeaked slightly as it shut.

Red Poppy Hill's B&B was actually made up of several buildings: a main house, what appeared to be a cottage or perhaps staff quarters, and a couple of outbuildings. A bit of blue, vaguely seen, announced a pool. It all faced a rather spectacular vista: the San Francisco Bay, with San Francisco shimmering in the distance. A path led down the hill. "C'mon!" Hannah said.

They made their way down the path. After a quarter of a mile or so, it looped back and started climbing in another direction. Hannah led, and David couldn't help but zero in on her gorgeous ass as it moved back and forth.

Hannah was tall, with long brown hair, and slim. She was fit, with small but firm breasts and a tight waist. She looked wholesome, like a Catholic schoolgirl, but David had been surprised to find a small butterfly tattooed on her inner thigh, high up. Gently biting it would send shivers though her before David returned to eating her out.

"So, is this really what you want?" David said, looking out over the bay.

"I sure do - and you know you do, too," Hannah returned. "Who needs to go to Vegas to have a bit of fun? We already agreed that we're going to walk out of here, hand in hand. But what we do before then, well..."

David was about to ask what she had in mind when they heard a faint noise. Up above them, around the curve of the path, they heard a low, breathy moan. Hannah looked at David. A small, impish smile lit her face. She motioned to David to follow her.

A stand of redwoods formed a circle. In the center was a wooden carving: a centaur, it appeared, half-rearing, with a massive, polished, wooden phallus jutting from its underside.

Benches lined the periphery, many padded. Statues - of nymphs and wood elves and satyrs and maidens - were carved into scenes of carnal lust. Several abstract pillars and wedges seemed designed to allow anyone there to satisfy themselves and partners, and it was over one wedge that a petite, raven-haired Asian woman was being gently but forcefully taken from behind, her torso supported by both the bench as well as the muscular, tanned man behind her.

The dark-haired man had an aquiline nose and sharply defined features, and he grasped the woman's waist gently but firmly as he steadily thrust into her. Her moans and howls and the way that the sweat dripped off her dark, rigid nipples showed that she had given herself to him long ago. The slap of his balls was slow and steady as she shook and shivered to another climax. On some level she seemed to notice Hannah and David, and on another she seemed not to care.

The man moved in and out, gently grasping the woman's dark hair and pulling it back like the reins of a horse. His face was placid though intent, focused on playing his instrument. He grunted and shifted position slightly, breathing deeply and regularly as he moved inside her.

The gentle slaps of balls striking skin was the only sound for a few minutes, that and the occasional moans escaping the woman's lips. Rather than building to a climax, this was a purposeful, pronounced, thorough fucking.

Hannah's hands had wandered to her breasts as she pressed against her own redwood, peering around it. David came closer, putting his arms around her. His cock nestled next to her ass, separated only by several layers of clothes.

"That's so hot," Hannah mumbled. "I wanna f--aah..." she continued, cut off by her own gasp as David's hands snuck under her own. She began grinding herself backward as David began massaging her breasts, gently pinching her nipples.

Hannah gasped again, then turned around quickly, her mouth and tongue finding David's own. But to her surprise, David pushed her away, picking her up and carrying her to a carved, padded bench facing the two lovers.

Both the tanned, muscular (warrior? Hannah thought, as she was carried away) and the dark-haired woman followed David as he carried Hannah to the bench, put her down, and then knelt before her. Aware of their audience, the other couple quietly said something to one another. The woman knelt. As the man looked down, arms crossed, she began running her tongue over his engorged cock, slipping it inside her mouth. The man made a guttural noise deep in his chest as her mouth dipped far down his shaft.

David, meanwhile, was slowly working his way up Hannah's thighs, kissing and nibbling up as high as her shorts would allow it. With a frustrated sigh, Hannah stood up, kicked off her shoes, and removed her shorts, placing them on the bench. Before she could sit down, David had slid her panties to one side and began kissing upwards once again, trapping her hips. Only after successfully parting her labia with his tongue did he allow Hannah to sink down to the bench once again.

David slowly worked his tongue in and around Hannah's pussy, tracing a trail up and down her folds as her breath shortened. He reached up and found one of Hannah's nipples with a finger and thumb, slowly jerking it off.

Hannah's eyes, meanwhile, were locked on the dark-haired man, whose breath had quickened. The Asian woman had increased her pace, cupping his balls and softly moaning as her head bobbed up and down.

"Put a finger in," Hannah hissed. "No, two. Give me two."

David slipped one finger inside Hannah's pussy, then two. He pressed down inside her, moving them slowly back and forth, driving them slowly but insistently inside her. David's tongue began moving back and forth across Hannah's clit, tracing circles and lines and whorls as Hannah began panting.

The man, too, had noticed, and gently placed one hand on the back of his lover's head to urge her deeper. He involuntarily leaned back and moaned, his dark eyes flicking back and forth to the warm, slippery mouth encircling his cock, and the eager, even reverent eyes that gazed up at his own. The woman's hand reached up and found the man's chest, scratching slightly with her fingernails as she silently demanded that he fill her throat.

David's fingers curled upwards, gently stroking inside Hannah as he urged her on. His pace was slow, deliberate, but ever more urgent. Hannah's breath came faster; she tangled her fingers in David's hair. David gently, so gently sucked Hannah's clit inside his mouth, just touching it with his tongue while his fingers worked in and out even faster.

Hannah reached the point of no return. The massive, dark-haired man across from her began shaking, involuntary groans ripped from his chest as the woman's hands and mouth sucked his orgasm from him. Though she plunged her mouth around his twitching cock, she couldn't manage to swallow it whole, and some cum dripped from her smiling lips onto her own, heaving breasts. Hannah shrieked, shuddering.

As David's mouth worked over Hannah's dripping pussy, she began mumbling incoherently. "Oh David oh David oh David oh David," she whispered, as her orgasm slipped away into a lingering warmth of pleasure. She sighed, holding him between her thighs as the world came back into focus.

Across from them, the raven-haired woman was gently caressing her lover's penis, licking it clean. She smiled up at him. "Thank you, Richard," she purred. "That was lovely."

"Of course, Ms. Nguyen," the man said, in a deep, courteous voice. "Shall I see you tomorrow for a similar session?"

"Please, call me Victoria, Richard," she returned. "And I may need a day or so to recover. The service here is... excellent."

"Of course, Victoria," Richard responded, then turning to David. "If there's anything you need, please call the front desk. And you, sir - will you be needing any relief while I'm here?"

"Relief?" David responded, for a moment wondering what the dark-haired Richard meant by that.

"Oh no," Victoria replied with a lazy, satisfied smile. "I'm sure we have it well in hand."

Richard knelt and pulled on a pair of pants, put on a pair of sandals, as well as a collared shirt upon which a small "Staff" logo was printed. He nodded politely, exchanged an intimate smile with Victoria, and left.

"Well," Victoria said. "Now you see why many of us are repeat guests."

For the first time both Hannah and David were able to take in Victoria as a whole. Clearly of Southeast Asian descent, she was short, a few inches above five feet, with jet black hair that plunged nearly to her waist. She had nearly perfect, small but full breasts with large, dark areolas that were still partially erect. Her thighs still seemed to slightly quiver, and her pussy was still partially engorged and glistening beneath a small landing strip.

Hannah and David both stumbled out something that sounded like a mixture of "That was incredible" and "Amazing."

"I'm Victoria," the dark-haired beauty said. "Pretty much everyone here is on a first-name basis, because, well, obviously."

She gave a throaty chuckle. "And you are?"

Both David and Hannah introduced themselves. "That was so hot," Hannah said. "You were so hot. He was so hot. Who was he?"

"Oh, that's Richard," Victoria said. "One of the members of the staff here. You'll meet them all eventually, I'd expect. As you can see, the service here is amazing."

"This is our first time here," David said. "Is it always like...that?"

"Mainly," Victoria replied. "The staff at Red Poppy Hill is extremely accommodating, and the guests generally fall into the same mindset. We're all here to enjoy ourselves, after all. Just don't think that you can do anything you want to anyone, especially the other guests. But as for the staff? Well, asking is part of the fun.

"And before you ask - yes, pretty much anything goes," Victoria said. Not everyone is allowed to be a guest, you know. You must know someone."

"Ah, my aunt gave me a brochure," David said.

"OK, then," Victoria replied with a knowing look. "Then it's entirely possible that your aunt has been right here, or over there," she said, waving toward the centaur statue, "getting as fully fucked as I just was."

David couldn't help envisioning Aunt Mary bent over, decisively taken by a man (or a woman?) as she moaned and came. His cock twitched in his pants, reminding him of the thoughts that he had had while Hannah was out of town.

Victoria noticed. So did Hannah. The two exchanged a look.

"So how accommodating are the guests?" Hannah said, in what sounded a bit like a purr. She was standing rather close to Victoria, between the two of them. Her fingers just happened to brush David's balls.

"Oh, very much so," Victoria replied. "But I'm afraid I'm a bit spent at the moment."

"That's quite all right," Hannah replied, her eyes big. "I don't mind sharing, but David's loyal. Too loyal, maybe."

"What, so he won't cheat on you?" Victoria exclaimed, but Hannah had already dropped to her knees and was busily undoing David's belt. "I don't believe it."

"That's one of the reasons we're here," Hannah said, undoing the fasteners on David's shorts and pulling them down. And to teach him, mmff."

Hannah couldn't even finish her sentence before taking David's quickly hardening member inside her mouth. She loved sucking his dick; it was long, thick, veiny, just the kind of gorgeous penis that they made dildos out of. As she began to swirl her tongue around the head and stroke the underside with her fingers, Victoria pressed herself against David's shoulder to get a closer look. Her breasts felt warm against his arm.

"So you wouldn't sleep with me if I asked you to?" Victoria whispered, sliding her hand over his chest as Hannah began taking him inside her warm mouth. "No?"

"No, I just feel like once you're committed to someone - " David groaned as his penis hit the back of Hannah's throat, then slipped down inside it.

"Not if I begged you to fuck me?" Victoria asked, her fingers flicking his nipple. She withdrew her hand, licked a finger, then played with it.

"Nooooo..." David tried to reply, but Victoria was behind him, her naked breasts pressed up against his back. She kissed his shoulder. Her hand snaked around his front and began playing with his balls. Did he actually say "no," or was it "yesyesyes"?

"Are you sure?" Victoria whispered again. "After all, I'm sure you've tried to seduce someone before. All I'm doing is asking. And your girlfriend doesn't mind, do you?"

Hannah said what sounded like a "no" as she bobbed her head up and down. Victoria moved her hand to his shaft. As Hannah licked and sucked the tip, Victoria slowly jerked David off. David couldn't help but moan. "Oh, fuck," he said softly.

"Should I stop?" Victoria asked. "Should I stop?" she asked again as her other hand crept down to his ass.

David couldn't reply. One of Victoria's fingers was moving over his ass, between his cheeks, and began tracing a line from his taint to his anus. Hannah's mouth was increasing her pace. David began feeling a tingle deep down in his groin, and the fingers teasing his balls were beginning to feel so very good.