Orgy-gasmic
Rob Royale
Maison d'édition: _Boruma Publishing, LLC
Synopsis
Grace is finally shed of her cheating husband and already enjoying the fine athletic body of her neighbor's college-age son. After years of neglect and being taken advantage of, she's planning even greater pleasures with friends who are known swingers. When she calls them, they invite her to go away with them for a weekend she'll never forget. ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Stepping to the glass door, he marveled at the magnificent orange tree that grew inside. The solarium had to be thirty-five feet tall and wide and the tree took up most of it without looking cramped, due to judicious pruning. It was surrounded by a variety of tropical flowers. Three hibiscus bushes, each in a different shade. Orchids and canna and birds of paradise made the room mad with color. “It’s a Clementine.” A woman’s voice spoke a moment before he felt a hand brush across his naked ass. Rick started and looked to his right. Anna opened the curtain further and stood beside him, gazing into the solarium. His eyes slid over her lean, naked body. “Which is technically an orange and tangerine hybrid.” She glanced at the young man, admiring his lean, athletic physique. “My husband, Kenneth, planted it back in the eighties.” She looked up at the tall young man and smiled. “Sadly though, I believe it is coming to the end of its life span.” She pointed with her delicate finger. “You can see some rot there about ten feet up, beneath the blushing trumpet vine.” Rick looked up and spotted the area she was pointing to, beneath the fleshy pink flowers and nodded. “Though she gives us great fruit, I will miss the trumpet vine the most.” Confused, he looked more closely at the vine. It looked like a common enough tropical vine, with fine trumpet flowers that were just beginning to open. “Can’t you, you know, transplant it?” The lovely older woman gave him a sad smile and shook her head. “Unfortunately, no. The tree and vine have a symbiotic relationship. When the tree dies, so will the vine.” “But why will you miss it so much? There are a dozen things in that room prettier than it is.” He turned to Anna, genuinely curious. This segue had been enough of a distraction to ease up his wildly pounding heart, for which he was grateful. She gave him a mischievous smile and ran her hand over his chest. Anna looked at his young, handsome face and ran the edge of her thumb over his nipple. She could definitely understand Grace’s attraction to the young man. She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “Because the vine emits a pheromone that is a mild aphrodisiac.” Rick looked at her dubiously, and Anna snickered. “It’s true. My husband brought it home from the Amazon shortly after this tree was planted. He was there as part of an oil exploratory effort. He noticed an area where the local wildlife seemed unusually active and fruitful. Kenneth asked the local tribesmen about it, and they said it was because of the vine. They also told him something else that he did not believe at the time. They didn’t find any oil, but he brought home a potted seedling.” “What didn’t he believe?” Rick asked. She stepped back and turned to walk away. She stopped and looked back over her shoulder. “They told him that the one night a year when the trumpets bloom, the scent of the flowers will drive any female animal nearby out of her mind with lust.” Rick glanced back at the pink flowers. “But they are nearly open now!” Anna gave the young man a seductive smile. “So they are,” she purred, then turned and walked off toward the kitchen.
Disponible depuis: 23/06/2025.
Longueur d'impression: 42 pages.
