1 comments/ 17259 views/ 2 favorites Gigi: It's a Small World By: gigintony "You lay back down and grab another forty winks while I get the first shower, Honey." Gigi suggested as she crawled out from under the covers and grabbed her bath robe. "I'll call you when I'm done." I laid there several minutes but could not get back to sleep. I reached for my trousers but then remembered that Gigi had taken them off me down in the game room last night, so I pulled on a pair of sweats and followed the scent of fresh brewed coffee. "Boy, that must have been some party you guys had last night." Susie chuckled as she met me at the foot of the stairs with a cup of coffee; "You look like you ran into a freight train." "Yeah. I think I did, Honey. And the freight train won." I replied as I sipped at the steaming, hot coffee. "Where's the morning paper?" "There, on the chair under your clothes." she responded with a sly giggle. "I folded your clothes so they wouldn't wrinkle." Sure enough, Susie had gone down to the game room, picked up and neatly folded not only my clothes, but her mom's sexy new negligée, all of which she had found scattered across the floor. "Thank you, Honey." I acknowledged as I pulled the morning paper from under the pile of folded clothes, not exactly sure if any further remarks were required. "And I also put Julie's new video back in the drawer where Nancy won't find it. Wow! Was it hot!" she added, rather matter-of-factly. "Shower's free!" Gigi yelled down as I glanced through the sports pages, "Let's get moving, Honey." I carried the folded clothes up to the bedroom and set them on the chair by the dressing table as Gigi, still nude from the shower, smoothed out the wrinkles on the bedspread. "Susie picked up our clothes and folded them for you." I said as I took my wife in my arms and kissed her forehead, "And she put Julie's video away that I had left in the VCR." "I don't know...." she muttered more to herself than to me, "I hope the honest and open approach to sexuality is the best policy." "Well, we definitely know that dishonesty doesn't work. And pretending it doesn't exist will eventually catch up to us." I interjected, "So the truth has to be best. It's just so radical from the way we were raised that it's hard to keep from getting embarrassed and flustered." "Yeah. We just have to let it pass and not make a big deal out of it." Gigi concluded, "Now, go get your shower. We'll stop and get breakfast on the turnpike." After showering and dressing, we piled into the van and headed up the interstate toward Orlando. We were no more than out of town when Susie produced a skein of yarn and a crochet hook and asked Gigi to teach her to crochet. "I want to make a bikini just like yours, Gi." she declared, "One that I can wear to the beach and people will think we're sisters." "Uh-huh..." Gigi answered, "but we have to put a lining in it." "But then it won't be like yours." Susie complained. "Well, I was gonna put a lining in mine anyhow." Gigi replied, "Okay?" With that, Gigi began showing Susie how to crochet and count the stitches to get the right pattern. When we stopped to eat, Gigi and the girls found a fabric store in the shopping center and bought the material necessary to make the lining. By the time we arrived at Disney World, Susie was almost finished crocheting her new bikini top and Gigi had cut and hand-stitched the lining for both her own and Susie's bikinis. "When we get home tonight, we'll use the machine to sew the linings in." Gigi told Susie, "But for now, let's put the crochet work under the seat and enjoy Magic Kingdom." We wore ourselves out going on all the rides and through the exhibits. Nancy insisted on going on "It's A Small World" no less than seven times. While we waited in one of the endless lines, Susie mentioned that a man, standing across the way, had been staring at us for a long time. When she pointed him out, Gigi and I both recognized him from The Purple Pussy Cat; it was Mr. Five Dollar. When he realized that we had discovered him staring at us, a big smile came across his face. Waving to Gigi, he hurried across the street toward us. "Hi!" he greeted Gigi; "It's certainly a small world, isn't it? Just imagine. Running into someone you know; this far from home." "Ah-h.... This is my husband, Tony." Gigi said hesitantly, caught off guard by his neighborly approach, "But, I'm sorry. I don't remember your name." "Oh, rats. That was rude of me." Mr. Five Dollar said extending his hand to shake mine; "It's Jerry. Jerry Storm is the name." "I'm the owner and sales manager at the marina on the Inter-coastal, over by the boulevard." Mr. Five Dollar (or should I now call him Jerry?) continued, "And I've been trying to get your lovely wife here and a couple of her friends to work at a boat show next week at the marina. I don't think she's been taking me seriously, though." "Mr. Storm...." Gigi started to interject. "No, no. Call me Jerry, my dear." he admonished her. "Okay, Jerry." Gigi continued, "But I don't know if this is the proper place to be discussing this.... I mean, with kids around here and all." "Hey, that's cool." Jerry laughed, "I'm talking about a boat show; fun for the entire family. We sell boats and I need a couple of good looking models to work as hostesses. You know, to serve drinks and greet people as they come on board." "But I don't know anything about boats." Gigi countered. "You don't have to, my dear. That's my job." Jerry explained, "My son and his wife help me sell the boats. What we need is several good looking swimsuit models. Ya know? To greet the folks, give them a hot dog and a Coke and make them feel at home; as though they had just stepped onto a neighbor's boat." "You, your sister here and maybe one more girl will really fill the bill." he went on as he handed Gigi his card, "Call me Monday morning and we'll finalize the deal." Gigi just stood there, holding his card, with her mouth hanging open. "Come on, Gramps." a youngster whined, "You promised to take us to the haunted castle." "Make sure she calls me, Tony." Jerry said over his shoulder as he was dragged him down the street, "It's a sweet deal and she might meet some important people." "Did you hear that?" Susie excitedly asked, "He thought Gi and I were sisters." "Huh! What do ya think, Honey? Do ya want a job?" Gigi asked Susie. "Oh, yes! Yes, I do!" she ecstatically replied, "Wait till I tell Ginny. She'll just die!" "But ya can't tell her about my other job, remember?" Gigi cautioned our eldest daughter. "No problem, Gi." Susie giggled, "No problem." We spent the rest of the day going on rides and pigging out on the fabulous food served at Disney. After the parade and fireworks, I had to carry Nancy back to the van while Gigi and Susie brought up the rear. "The girls and I had a wonderful day...." Gigi reflected as I headed the van back down the turnpike, "Thanks, Honey." "Well, you better thank me now." I remarked, "Because, in the morning, when you're trying to work off all those cheeseburgers and French fries, you won't feel like thanking me." With Gigi's help, Susie finished crocheting her bikini before we got home. "After we workout in the morning, I'll finish the linings on the machine and we'll sew them in." Gigi promised Susie, "Then we'll have something to wear for the boat show, next weekend." When we got home, I carried Nancy to her room and put her to bed. By the time I got to our room, Gigi was already passed out on the bed so I showered and turned in, too. The next morning, I awoke to find Gigi and Susie down in the garage doing their morning workout. "Honey?" Gigi asked as I kissed her sweaty forehead, "Do you think you could make the railing on the deck about a foot taller?" "You mean Murphy-proof it?" I jokingly inquired. "Yeah...." she replied, "I don't mind old Murphy sneaking a peak at me, once in a while. But, since Julie left Susie has been using the deck more and I just don't like him prying into our life. Ya know what I mean?" "Yeah. I think I can do something about it." I answered, "Besides, it'll give us more privacy in the Jacuzzi, too." While Gigi and Susie continued their workout, Nancy helped me take some measurements on the deck. I found that by cutting a few slots in the existing railing with a saw and chisel, I could add some one-by-six slats and a new two-by-four top rail with very little trouble. I selected some lumber from the lawn shed and set about my task. After sanding and staining my project, I had just started to apply a coat of varnish when Larry and Cheryl rang the door-bell. Cheryl joined Gigi and the girls in the sewing room and Larry came out to the deck to help me varnish the railing. "Maybe Gigi should send Murphy a bill." Larry joked when I explained the reason for the higher railing, "Kinda like the cable company billing you for HBO." Nancy brought us a couple of cold beers and we were just beginning to relax in the hot, early afternoon sun when Cheryl joined us on the deck. "Gigi and Susie will be out in a minute, Tony." she advised as she sat on her husband's knee and sipped his beer, "They're just adding a few finishing touches." Then, as she reached for my hand, she asked me, "Are you gonna be around tomorrow night?" "Well, I have to deliver down in Miami tomorrow." I responded, "What do you have in mind?" "I'm gonna try my luck in the amateur strip-off at The Purple Pussy Cat tomorrow night." she nervously replied. "And... Since Larry is not allowed in there when I dance, I was kinda hoping you could be there to cheer me on. Gigi says that they don't know you there and.... Well, I'd feel better if I knew you were in the audience, you know... for moral support." "Yeah. We'll see." I assured her, "I can't promise you, but I'll try to work something out. All right?" "Well, Tony? What do ya think?" Gigi asked from the doorway behind me. "Huh?" I responded as I turned around, "Think about what?" "Our pretty boat-show hostess!" Gigi announced as she stepped aside from the doorway. There, in the doorway behind Gigi, stood Susie wearing her new peach bikini. In white heels and a long string of pearls, I almost didn't recognize my oldest daughter. Eye shadow, rouge, lipstick and a fancy hair-style with a big sun hat made her look five years older. "Well, hello-o-o, Baby Doll!" Larry exclaimed as Susie stepped through the archway and struck a pose. "Where have you been all my life?" Susie gasped as she blushed and placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a nervous giggle. "Larry!" Cheryl admonished her husband, "Shush!" "Shush, what?" Larry argued, "I need to go to The Purple Pussy Cat more often, I've never seen her, before." Then turning back to Susie, Larry asked, "So, where have you been hiding yourself? Are you brand new or what?" "Kinda...." Susie blushingly admitted. "This is Susie, our oldest daughter. You met her at the beach several weeks ago, Larry. Remember?" Gigi interjected putting her arm around Susie's shoulder and hugging her protectively, "Susie's not old enough to be going into the Purple Pussy Cat." "But I thought.... I mean she's so..,. Ya mean she ain't one of the...." Larry stammered, "Opps...." "Oh, that's all right, Larry." Susie reassured him, "I know all about my mom dancing at The Purple Pussy Cat. It's my sister that doesn't know and we can't tell her." "Well, Blabbermouth, you lucked out this time." Cheryl said as she stuffed a piece of cucumber into Larry's mouth, "Susie's just showing off the bikini she made for the boat show, ya big dummy. They've asked me to help out as a hostess, too. We certainly can use the extra money, what with your tuition, books, and all. Don't ya think?" "Yeah. And Gi and I are gonna make her a bikini just like ours." Susie cheerfully added. "So we'll all match." Gigi directed Susie to go change into her other swimsuit and then go find Nancy so we could go to the beach for the afternoon. "Maybe, we'll let you play on the girls volleyball team, today." she enticed our oldest daughter, "And don't forget, you guys are going to Grandma's for dinner and to spend the night." Except for the senior condominium residents and a dozen or so of the local regulars, the beach was practically deserted. The "snow-birds" had abandoned us and headed north for the summer; leaving us a quiet, deserted beach where we could make our own fun without tripping over bodies and putting up with blaring stereos. Several of Larry's classmates were playing volleyball when we arrived and were pleased to see their friend; they needed him to round out their team. Gigi and Cheryl took Susie with them to the girl's side of the net and left Nancy and me to fend for ourselves. I sat and watched the volleyball game as Nancy collected shells from the surf. The boys lost the first match by only a couple of points and nobody tried to pull the strings on Gigi's bikini. Between games, Gigi and Cheryl came back to our blanket for a drink of lemonade to quench their thirst. During the break in the action, we noticed that several of Larry's friends were paying a lot of attention to Susie. "Since Jerry offered us the boat-show gig, Susie's been walking around on a cloud, thinking she's all grown up." Gigi observed. "Yeah, and the way those guys are acting around her, I guess I'm gonna hafta quit my job and buy a shotgun just to keep them off of our doorstep." I remarked as Susie came walking, hand in hand with one of Larry's young teammates toward our blanket. "Dad?" Susie said clearing her throat, "This is Johnny. He goes to school with Larry and he's asked me to go out with him, tonight. What do you think?" "Well, I don't know." I answered looking at him over the top of my sun glasses. "How old are you, Son?" "Twenty one years old, Sir." Johnny snapped as I directed my attention toward him. I guess my fatherly attitude scared him away. When Susie's young suitor retreated to the company of his friends, Susie explained that he kept insisting that she go out with him and that he didn't believe her when she said she didn't date, yet. Cheryl tried to comfort Susie by telling her that letting one boy get away was no great loss, "After all, there's more fish in the sea." "Yeah, I know. But Johnny's cute and he's not all like all those other guys." she replied, "All they've got on their minds is sex, sex and more sex. You should have heard them talking when you and Gi left to get lemonade. They're awful. Are all boys like that?" "No, not all of them, Honey." Gigi interjected, "Some... are worse." We all laughed at Gigi's humor, even Nancy. "Don't worry, Sweetheart." Gigi consoled her, "There'll be so many guys chasing after you, your dad and I will have to fight them off with clubs." "But for now, let's get out there and beat their pants off...." Cheryl interrupted, "before it starts to rain and the lifeguard closes the beach. Come on!" The game resumed and the girls were well ahead of the boys when the clouds rolled in and the thunder started to rumble. Just as Susie served the ball, the shrill whistle from the lifeguard's perch sounded the closing of the public beach. We packed up our cooler and blankets and headed for the van just as the rain started to fall. Running ahead, I was able to get the van unlocked and got everything stowed away in the back while Larry helped the giggling gaggle of girls get situated up front. "Oh, wait!" Gigi yelled as I started the engine, "We can't leave. Susie's not here. "Here she comes, Mom!" Nancy excitedly announced, "And she's with that boy." Susie and Johnny were slowly walking up the beach together, hand in hand in the driving rain toward the van. When they got to within several feet of us, they stopped and turned toward each other. Johnny placed his hands around her waist and she got up on tip-toes to kiss his cheek. "Aw." Cheryl said, "That's sweet." "We've got a date." Susie declared as she crawled across Cheryl's lap to get to her seat. "Johnny's gonna take me out for dinner." "Yeah? When's this gonna happen?" Gigi queried. "In two years, two weeks and five days." Susie announced with a giggle as she sank into her seat and closed her eyes. "Johnny's gonna take me out for dinner." "Whew!" I exhaled, "You had me worried there, Kiddo. I thought I was gonna hafta get out the ol' shot gun...." "Daddy! That's not fair." Susie cried out, "Johnny's nice; he's not like those other guys." "Yeah, yeah, I know." I replied, "But ya gotta cut me some slack, Sweetie. I'm not ready for you to grow up, yet." "Oh, Dad. It's not like I'm getting married." she countered. "He knows, Honey." Gigi kibitzed from the back of the van. "But Dad doesn't want to face the fact that his baby's growing up. He's afraid he might be getting old." "All right!" I responded to my wife's kidding and all the laughter, "Let's get this show on the road and quit picking on me. After all; it's not pick on me day...." I drove home and let Larry and Cheryl out at the end of our driveway so they could take their car and go home and change. "See you guys at Chuck's at seven." Cheryl yelled from the window of their car as she blew us a kiss. "Don't be late...." I showered as Gigi fixed her hair. While Gigi showered and dressed, I fixed a couple of sandwiches for Gigi and myself. "I don't understand why it takes so long to get dressed when you're putting on so little." I kidded my wife as she came down to the kitchen wearing a very provocative red mini-dress. With a choker collar, bare back and an exceptionally short, flared shirt, it was accented by a daring key-hole cut-out which left the cleavage below her breasts conveniently accessible. "Well, it takes a long time to select the proper accessories, ya know? The right CMF shoes, rings, ear-rings, chains and g-string." she giggled. "You'll just have to learn to practice patience if you want me to be the sexiest slut at the party." "I hope you've included panties in your wardrobe." I jokingly remarked as I slid my fingers through the daring cut-out and caressed the underside of her breast. "I mean; we gotta take the girls to your mother's place and what if she, or the girls for that matter, saw that you weren't wearing any?" "Oh, you old fart...." Gigi pouted. "You take all the fun outta life. Of course, I'm wearing panties. For now, anyway...." "Wow! That's cute, Gi." Susie exclaimed as she and Nancy came down from their room. "Can I borrow your dress when Johnny takes me out to dinner?" "Not in your wildest dreams, Sweetheart!" Gigi replied to her daughter's question. "At least, not while I'm alive and breathing. But if you guys are ready to go, I'll get my jacket while your dad finishes his sandwich and beer." "I've seen longer short-shorts." Gigi's mom remarked when she observed Gigi opening the sliding door of the van for the girls. "Where are you going dressed like that?" "Oh, Mom. It's just a mini-dress; it's the latest craze... and it comes with panties, too. See?" Gigi replied as she lifted the little skirt and twirled around. "I'm wearing the panties under it. Okay?" "You should be ashamed...." Gigi's mom started to say. "Relax, Mom. Everything will be okay." Gigi said cutting her mother off in mid-sentence. "It's not the forties anymore. Things are different these days." Kissing the girls, she instructed them to help and to listen to their grandmother. She also promised them that she would pick them up in the morning to go shopping for the last of their camp clothes. We were not a block from Mom's house when Gigi started wiggling in her seat. Sliding her panties down her legs, she took them off and stuffed them into my pocket. "Now that the cats are outta sight, us mice are gonna get into the cheese." Gigi snickered with a devilish grin. "When we get home, you can give me my panties back. Until then, I'm gonna be comfortable and we're gonna have some fun." Gigi: It's a Small World I hung Gigi's panties from the rear view mirror as I turned the van onto Sunrise and headed to the party at Chuck and Marlene's. "Hi, Lovers!" Sally squealed as we pulled up beside her and Bob's car. "It's good to see you." "And it's good to see you, too." I replied as I pressed my lips to hers. "Um-m-m, I can tell you're glad to see me." Sally cooed as she lightly brushed her hand across my rapidly swelling erection. "Let's not put on a show for the neighbors." I cautioned Sally. "They might get the right idea; then we'll all be in trouble." "Yeah...." Bob agreed as he helped Gigi out of her side of the van. "We better move the action inside before Chuck's silly neighbors call the cops." Bob and I followed behind as Gigi and Sally walked down the path that leads around the house to Chuck and Marlene's deck. "God! Gigi looks really hot, tonight." Bob observed as he watched her and his wife walk together. "I like her sexy dress." "You ain't seen nothing, yet." I replied. "Hang back and wait 'til she starts up the steps, then you'll see how hot she really is." "Hey, Tony. Latch the gate behind you." Sally announced as they turned the corner around the back of the house. "Larry and Cheryl are already here." I latched the gate and caught up with Bob just as Gigi and Sally started up the steps. Bob's mouth dropped open when he saw that Gigi was not wearing panties under her short skirt. "No shit! I can go for that." he remarked as he watched my wife's short skirt swish softly from side to side across her bare ass cheeks as she slowly ascended the steps to the deck. "That's what I had in mind when I bought this dress." Gigi said as she stopped on the top step and turned toward us. "If I was trying to hide my charms, I certainly wouldn't have worn this dress, tonight. Now, would I?" she continued as she unbuttoned her jacket and peeled it off. "So, what do you think?" "I think I'm glad you didn't decide to become a nun, Gigi." Chuck chuckled from his deck chair. "I think they crack your dick with a metal edged ruler if you fuck a nun; or something like that." After the laughter subsided, Marlene declared, "Careful guys, don't stand too close to Chuck if you see any dark clouds forming. God doesn't like those kinda jokes...." Bringing drinks for Gigi and me, Larry announced "We're gonna see a dress rehearsal, or should I say an undress rehearsal of Cheryl's dance routine for the amateur strip-off once everybody's gotten a drink." "Well, get Bob and Sally a drink while I go in and get ready, Honey." Cheryl said getting up from her chair. "Maybe Gigi will come and help me." "Break a leg, Sweetie...." Marlene wished the hopeful dancer as Gigi accompanied the nervous youngster into the house to get ready for her debut. "If she dances half as well as she fucks," Bob observed, "she'll walk away with the money." "In a heartbeat...." Larry added. "Hey. Did you guys get a load of Gigi's dress?" Bob said to the others, "She's so hot tonight, we'll need a fire hose to get her off." "Yeah? Well, what about me?" Marlene pouted as she stood up to show off her denim short-shorts which barely covered her supple ass cheeks. "Baby! You're the greatest!" I said in my best Jackie Gleason imitation as I admired how her cut-off T-shirt displayed the lower half of her breasts. "Now, here's a man who really appreciates quality." Marlene declared as she came and sat on my lap. "You and I are gonna go around the world tonight, Honey." I slid my hand up under her T-shirt and squeezed her breast as she pressed her lips to mine. Her hot tongue pushed its way into my waiting mouth and caressed my tongue. "Oh, yeah...." Marlene huskily moaned, "Tonight's the night." "All right, guys!" Gigi announced, "It's show-time." We rushed down to Chuck and Marlene's game room as Gigi held the door open for us. "Take a seat over by the pool table, everybody." Marlene instructed, "Cheryl's gonna dance over by the television where Chuck put up one of Tony's load locks for her to use as a dance-pole." "This is gonna be fun." Marlene said as she sat on my lap again. "Poor kid's scared shitless but she's gonna be okay." "Direct from the volleyball Olympics at Fort Lauderdale Beach," Gigi mimicked the disc-jockey from The Purple Pussy Cat, "That sexy little vamp that's taking the beach by storm, the one and only; Cher-r-r-ry!" We all applauded as Chuck queued Cheryl's music on the stereo. To the wailing strains of a jazz tune, Cheryl, dressed in a sheer little babydoll pajama outfit with high heel slippers, emerged from the laundry room. Taking long, slow steps, she slinked gracefully across the room to the make-shift dance-pole where she twirled around the pole before finally embracing it as though it was a giant phallus. Wrapping her hands around the pole and caressing it with her tongue, Cheryl slowly slithered to the floor. Once on the floor, she locked her legs around the pole and gently laid back. Beginning with her face, she started moving her hands down to her neck and across her chest where she lingered as her fingers lightly massaged her breasts. After pinching and squeezing her nipples through the sheer fabric of her negligee, she worked her hands down across her belly and into her little panties, where she at least appeared to be playing with her own clitoris. When the tempo of her music picked up, Cheryl quickly rolled over and using the dance-pole for support pulled herself back up. When she got back to her feet, she climbed the pole and swung upside down, holding herself with one leg locked around the pole. As she slowly let herself down, she ran her fingers along the insides of her muscular thighs and traced the outline of her pussy lips on the damp crotch of her panties. Everybody applauded and cheered. Encouraged by our enthusiasm, Cheryl swung down from the dance-pole and while grinding her hips to the music, untied the two lace ribbons that held her pajama top in place. Deliberately, she slowly pushed the nightie off her left shoulder first baring her left breast. After softly caressing the bared nipple with her tongue, she pushed the nightie off her other shoulder and allowed it to drop to the floor. "Yes! Yes!" Marlene murmured softly under her breath as she watched Cheryl's dance. "Yeah, Cheryl! Go for it!" Larry encouraged his nervous, young wife. Cheryl leaned back against the pole and placing her hands on her chest above her breasts, trailed her fingers sexily down between her breasts, lightly touching her nipples again, and across her belly. When she reached her panties, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and quickly pushed them down past her knees. Stepping out of her panties, she covered her mound with her hand while kicking out with her foot, sending her panties flying across the room to Bob. As Bob caught Cheryl's panties and I caught my breath, Cheryl demurely crossed her legs and lowered herself back to the floor. Once down again, she slowly raised her knees and with her ankles crossed, swung her legs back and forth to the beat of her music, almost showing us her dark hole and tunnel of love. When the music built to a crescendo, Cheryl raised her legs straight out and uncrossing her ankles, spread her legs apart while continuing to hide her charming sexual attributes with her hand. Then as the music stopped and everybody applauded, Cheryl relaxed her hand, allowing it to drop to her side. To our surprise, covering her vulva had been a little beige g-string so close in color to her own skin tone that it was practically invisible. "Ha! Fooled ya, didn't I?" Cheryl laughed as she got back up to her feet. "But isn't that what a Strip-Tease is supposed to be?" "Yup, you're right." Chuck agreed, "Back in the early days of Burlesque, the strippers never went all the way; for fear of going to jail." "Well? What da ya think?" Cheryl quizzed us. "Will it work?" "It worked for me...." Marlene sighed as she pulled my hand up under her shirt to her tit. "Yeah. It worked for me, too." Gigi said as she lightly stroked Cheryl's arm from behind and slid her hand around Cheryl's waist. "It reminded me of the night Chuck took my blouse and g-string off at the party when we played Spin the Bottle. I was scared shitless; but it was a turning point." As Gigi dreamily reminisced, she drew her body up against Cheryl's bare back side. "You did good, Sweetie. I'm proud of you." Gigi softly whispered as she kissed the back of Cheryl's shoulder. "And you'll do good tomorrow, too. I promise." "I owe it all to you and Tony." Cheryl said as she turned to face Gigi, "Without your encouragement, I'd have never had the balls to pull it off". Before Gigi could respond, Cheryl pressed her lips to Gigi's. Holding her naked body tightly to Gigi's, Cheryl raked her nails down Gigi's bare back and pushed her tongue into my wife's mouth. Then, as Gigi licked and kissed Cheryl's nipple, Cheryl unhooked the choker collar from around my wife's neck and pushed the skimpy dress down over her hips. When Gigi's dress hit the floor, she stepped out of it and fell to her knees. Kneeling at Cheryl's feet, Gigi pulled Cheryl's g-string down and buried her face in the youngster's unshaven pussy. "Oh, my God!" Cheryl gasped, "I can't believe I'm doing it...." Cheryl spread her legs and reaching down to hold Gigi's head, thrust her pelvis up, pushing her pussy even harder to my wife's mouth. "Oh, God! Don't stop, Gigi! Don't stop...." she kept repeating. While my wife licked Cheryl's clitoris, Chuck put his arms around Cheryl and kissing the nape of her neck, fondled her breasts. "Come on, Tony." Marlene said taking my hand as she got off my lap, "Let's go where it's more comfortable." As I followed Marlene up to the bedroom, I glanced back in time to see Bob helping Gigi out of her g-string. "Oh, God! You don't know long I've been waiting to get you up here, Tony." Marlene sighed as she led me into their master bedroom. The ornate room contained statuettes and nude paintings of both men and woman in a variety of sexual postures. One painting, depicting three women in an erotic dance, hung over the bed. "That's my favorite." Marlene whispered as she pressed her body to my back and wrapped her arms around my chest. "I painted it myself; It's Sally, Gigi and me. I call it The Love Dance." "Yeah, I see the resemblance...." I responded as I languished in the attention that she was giving my body. She ran her fingers up under my shirt and rubbed my chest as her teeth bit into my shoulder. "I've always loved dancing at The Purple Pussy with Sally, but now that Gigi's dancing there, I love it even more. She's fun to work with 'cause she's so honest and pure; almost naiveté...." she continued as her hips began gyrating to the music drifting up from the game room. "The way she dances; it's like... like the way she fucks, with her whole heart and soul. Whether she's dancing on the stage or table dancing for a customer, there's no halfway for Gigi. Hell, I've seen her orgasm at least three times in one evening of dancing. That's why everybody at the Pussy loves her so." Marlene turned me around to face her and after a long kiss, in which our tongues darted in and out of one another's mouth, she pushed me down of the bed. "Sit here, Honey. I'll dance for you." she said as she stepped back away from the bed. She turned around and spreading her legs, bent over at the waist to grab her left ankle. Looking back at me from between her legs, she pursed her lips and blew me a kiss. Then she ran her nimble fingers sensuously up the inside of her thigh before pulling the crotch of her skimpy shorts aside and giving me a lingering view of her dripping wet honey-pot. Straightening up and turning back to me again, she crossed her arms and pulled her T-shirt over her head. Then raising her breasts to her lips, she kissed each of her nipples, sucking them into her mouth and showing me just how much she liked to have her breasts sucked off. When she unbuttoned her shorts and pulled the zipper down, Marlene stepped between my legs and pulled me to her bosom. "Suck my titties, Tony. Milk 'em dry." she growled softly as her body continued to sway to the rock music from below. "Suck 'em off, Honey. They're all yours...." As I sucked on her delicious melons, I pushed her shorts down and found my way into her tunnel of love. Her pussy was soaked with love juices and I had no trouble getting a couple of fingers past her pussy lips and into her cunt. Probing the depths of her cavern, I found her g-spot. "Oh, yes! Oh God, yes!" she yelled, "That's it, Tony! That's it! Oh... yes!" If her cunt had opened any further, I would have been able to stick my whole hand in her snatch. "Oh yes, Tony. That's it! Do it to me, Tony! Keep doing it to me!" she continued gasping as her breathing became shallow and irregular and her body shook from convulsions as her cunt muscles tightened around my fingers. "Oh, my God, Tony! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I continued jamming my fingers up her twat and sucking on her nipples until finally, her convulsions subsided. "Oh, Tony.... You did it, Baby.... You really did it...." she panted as she reached down over my shoulders and pulled my shirt up and over my head. Then pushing me back down on the bed, she unbuckled my jeans and pulled them and my jockey shorts off in one swift motion. In an instant, Marlene was kneeling beside me on the bed with her mouth over the head of my erect penis. "I've been wanting to do this all day." she said as her lips surrounded my helmeted warrior, "Um-m-m.... Um-m-m...." Quickly, she had my cock all the way into her throat with her lips to the root of my man-meat. "Um-m-m.... Um-m-m...." she moaned as she continued deep-throating my love-tool, "Um-m-m...." As she persevered with her pleasurable task, I felt the cum begin to rise in my balls. I reached between her legs and plunged my fingers back into her juicy hole. "Oh, Honey." she said releasing her suction on my penile instrument, "I wasn't even thinking of you." Without hesitation, she flung her leg over my head and straddling my face, lowered her pussy to my mouth. The musky aroma of her pussy juices delighted my senses and my tongue went right to work; dipping into her honey pot to lap up her savory nectar. I ate her pussy and eased a wet finger in past the sphincter muscle of her rectum while she alternated between sucking my love-tool and licking my family jewels. After deep-throating me for several minutes, she broke away to keep me from shooting my load and sucked one of my cum laden testicles into her sweet lips while gently squeezing my swollen love muscle. Every time a drop of jism would ooze up through my urethra, Marlene would lick it up with her tongue and then tell me how much she liked the taste. "Oh, Tony. I don't know how much more of this I can take." she said as she licked another drop of pre-cum secretion from the head of my love spear, "I want your cock in my cunt." We got off the bed and I led Marlene out to the balcony where the sun was setting over the inter-coastal. As we watched the sunset together, I pressed my erection into the cheeks of her ass and reached out to fondle her breasts. "Lean over the railing..." I whispered as she wiggled her butt against my swollen manhood, "and spread you legs." Complying with my request and spreading her legs, she reached down and guided my cock to her love-tunnel. "Oh, God! That feels so good...." she moaned as I thrust my love muscle into the depths of her wanton passion. "I love having hard cock in my hot cunt. Fuck me, Tony! Fuck me!" I continued driving my manhood to the depths of her passion as she rocked back against my thrusts, grinding her cunt to the root of my cock. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" she panted, "That feels so good, Tony!" I held onto her hips as she continued gyrating her pelvis and squeezing my thrusting organ with her undulating love muscles. As my genital glands slapped her clitoris, I reached for a dangling breast and squeezed its firmness while maintaining my copulas rhythm in her beautifully tight cunt. "Squeeze 'em both, Tony...." she gasped as her cunt muscles tightened around my phallus, "I love having my boobs milked when I fuck." As I reached around to squeeze her other full melon, my cock slipped out of her pussy. "Come on, let's go back to the bed." she said taking my hand and leading me back to the bedroom, "Then I can fuck you and you can suck both my boobs at the same time." I lay down on the bed and waited for Marlene to lower herself onto my raging hard-on. Instead, she knelt at the foot of the bed, between my legs, and licked the love juices from my cock and testicles. "Sometimes I lubricate too much when I cum." she said with a devilish grin as she held my erection in her fingers and licked my balls, "Then I have to clean up the mess." "Come on. Honey. Let's just fuck." I responded, "We'll worry about the mess, later." She positioned herself above me and straddling my hips lowered her puffy pussy lips over my maximus-erectus, impaling her sex on its length. "Oh, yeah!" I sighed, "I like that!" Riding my erection, she leaned forward, allowing me to suck the tip of her breast into my mouth. I flicked its nipple with my tongue as I kneaded her other firm melon in my fingers. Sucking her breasts, I remembered the pleasures of actually sucking milk from Gigi's breasts when she was pregnant with Susie and Nancy. She always enjoyed being on top so I was free to milk her swollen mammary glands while she set the pace of our fucking. "Milk my titties, Tony. Make me cum.... Oh, yeah! Make me cum, Baby!" she moaned as I pulled on her breasts and thrust up into her womb to match her gyrations. After only a few minutes in our new coital position, I felt the onset of an orgasm rising in my balls. Vigorously, I sucked on her breasts and thrusting up into her womanhood, arched my back to achieve maximum penetration. Marlene, sensing my impending ejaculation, bore down with her cunt muscles and tightened her hold on my cock. She arched her back also, and was overcome by her own shuttering climax as my love machine pumped its load of hot, milky jism into her pulsating sex. "Oh, yes. That was good...." she quietly murmured in the soft afterglow of our love making. "We'll have to do that more often." I pulled my trousers on and we headed back down toward the game room after Marlene finished in the john. As we passed by another bedroom, I heard my wife call out my name. "In here, Tony. We're in here." Gigi announced as we passed by the door. On the bed in the guest room, my sensuous little wife was sitting astride Larry's hips, impaled on his manhood. Sally, also nude, was kneeling on the bed beside Gigi with her arm around Gigi's shoulder. "We're teaching Larry how to really make love to a woman." my wife exclaimed as she gyrated her body over Larry's turgid tool. "He's learning how to please a woman rather than just taking his own pleasure." "If anyone can teach him, I'm sure you two can." I observed as I leaned over to kiss my wife's full lips. "Just don't kill him in the process." "I need a drink. Let's go see what's happening downstairs." Marlene suggested, tugging on my arm. Down in the game room, we found Cheryl taking her pleasure with Bob and Chuck. Kneeling between Bob's outstretched legs, Cheryl was going down on his erect manhood, giving him head as Chuck fucked her tight little cunt from behind. I fixed my usual three fingers of Scotch and pouring a gin and tonic for Marlene, watched as she joined in the love making. Carefully stepping over Bob without interrupting the head job that he was obviously enjoying, she lowered herself over his face and taking his head in her hands, pressed her Venus Mound to his mouth. Gigi: It's a Small World "Oh, yes. You do know how to lick a twat, Bobby." she gasped as Bob's tongue darted in and out of her cunt. "Lick it, Baby. Lick it...." I sat on the couch and held her drink up to catch her attention. "I don't think that's gonna work. She's found something a little tastier than gin and tonic." Sally whispered in my ear as she leaned over the top of the couch to kiss the nape of my neck. "But, I could go for a gin and tonic." Swinging her legs over the top of the couch, Sally slid down beside me. "Um-m-m.... That tastes good...." she sighed as she placed the glass to her lips. "Where's Gigi?" I asked. "She's still with Larry," she responded, sipping the drink I had made for Marlene, "and she ain't gonna let him cum 'til we're completely satisfied." "How are you going to do that?" I inquired, "I mean, what's the big deal?" "The big deal is...." Sally excitedly began to reply, "The big deal is, he ain't like you other guys. Like Bob and Chuck, you can endure; you can hold on. Then, when you do shoot, you can come back for more. But with Larry, It's Wham, Bamm, and Thank You Ma'am! He gets his rocks off then he rolls over and goes to sleep. He doesn't seem to care if we get satisfied or not." "So... How are you girls going to change him?" I continued to inquire. "When Gigi's finished with him, I'm going back up and fuck him, again." Sally responded with a giggle. "Then, when I'm done with him, we're gonna send Marlene up to fuck him. And, if he's still alive after that, maybe we'll take his wife up to him, too." Under her filmy negligée, Sally's breasts were heaving up and down with every breath and her nipples, which were poking out against the sheer fabric, were getting bigger and harder. She was getting very excited, just thinking about screwing Larry again. "Remember the cock-ring Marlene and I used on you at the pool party?" she asked, "Well, we only put it on you for fun. But tonight, Gigi and I put it on Larry to keep him from shooting his wad before we were ready." While we talked, Cheryl had rolled away from Bob and pulled Chuck down between her legs. When Chuck started to tongue Cheryl's clit, Marlene eased herself down onto Bob's lap, expertly guiding his pulsating erection into the warmth of her womanhood. "Oh, God! I love it when he does that to me." Sally sighed softly as she watched her husband suck the platinum blonde's nipple into his mouth while rising up to thrust his helmeted warrior into her cunt. Downing her drink and setting her glass aside, she turned and pulled my face to hers. Our lips met, her tongue darted into my mouth and her fingers massaged my semi-erect manhood. "Take your pants off, Tony." Sally whispered, "I want you...." I unzipped my trousers and pushed them down. Impatiently, Sally pulled my pants from under my legs and casting them aside, knelt between my legs. Then, taking my phallus in her hand, she kissed my balls and teasingly licked the soft underside of my cock. "As much swinging as Bob and I do, I just can't get enough cock." Sally giggled as she engulfed the head of my warrior in her mouth. Sucking my cock into her mouth, Sally expertly stroked its length and had me back to full erection in a few short moments. "Now, let's fuck...." she commanded. I got up from the couch and made room for her to lie down in my place. Kneeling between her legs, I reached my hand under her hips and lifted her butt to place a cushion under her ass. Sally took my swollen warrior in her hand and wrapping her legs around the back of my thighs, guided my erect manhood into her fiery passion. "Oh yes.... Oh yes...." she moaned, clamping her cunt muscles around my love-spear, "Fuck me, Tony. Fuck me...." "Fuck me, Bobby.... Fuck me...." Marlene echoed from across the room. "Oh-h-h.... Oh-h-h...." Cheryl gasped each time Chuck plunged his massive man-meat into her tight, little fuck box. "Oh yes.... Oh yes, Tony...." "Fuck me, Bobby.... Fuck me harder...." "Oh-h-h.... Oh-h-h...."