“Engaged” (Sequel to “Moving In.)
The party for the Huskers 25th anniversary was held on Friday night at a rented hall, complete with a live band. Everyone dressed up to one degree or another, the Huskers in Tuxedo and formal gown. Jenn wore a simple one piece dress, and I had a dark charcoal blazer, dress shirt, and jeans on. After the buffet dinner, not few toasts and short speeches were made, one by their best man at the wedding. Cake was passed out as it was cut by servers. I’d say there were at least a hundred plus folks in attendance. The Huskers did the first dance, alone, and all clapped at the completion.
The next song found the dance floor crowded. I sat back, producing idle chat with Dave, David, Sally’s beau, and Scott, Jill’s boyfriend, as the ladies departed for the bathroom. The next slow dance, Jenn yanked me to my feet and we danced cheek to cheek. She whispered in my ear, “Think we’ll ever have a 25th wedding anniversary?”
“I don’t know, honestly. It seems a long ways away, but first we got to get married.”
“Umm,” she murmured in my ear, nibbling it, and kissing my neck. I squeezed her waist close to me and we moved about the dance floor. The song ended and we were walking off the dance floor when Rick Husker took the microphone.
“May I have your attention please. Will the entire Husker family please line up here in front of me, facing the dance floor.”
Jenn shook her head. “God, if I have to listen to one more toast or speech, just hang me.” But she did as her dad requested. Helen Husker joined her husband on the band stage, and Dave and Janet, Jenn, uncles and cousins and some children lined up for some group photos. One of the servers surreptitiously handed me one of the microphones. I walked to the center of the dance floor. Jenn watched me, a curious expression on her face
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I held out my hand, looking right at Jenn. She pointed at herself, miming ‘me?’ I nodded. She stepped forward, the whole family watching. The din in the room came to a halt, curious as to what was happening. When she was close enough, I took her hand and positioned us sideways to the family. I brought the microphone to my mouth, hidden behind my back, and dropped to one knee. Jenn put a hand to her mouth, stunned, obviously trying to think about what else this could be about besides the obvious.
With my right hand, I dug in my pocket for the ring. I withdrew it and held it high before her. “Jennifer Louise Husker,” I said into the microphone for everyone to hear, “in my hand, I’m holding a ring, a ring that I sincerely hope, and I fervently pray, will be our engagement ring.” A hushed intake of breath could be heard about the hall. “Jennifer, will you marry me?”
“Oh my God,” Jenn squeaked. She tilted her head, and tears clouded her eyes, and her face lit up with a smile. Tears of joy, as they say. “Yes.” She leaned into the microphone, and said yes one more time for everyone to hear. We kissed, in front of everyone, the whole world. Cheers and clapping erupted from everyone and friends started rushing forward to congratulate us.
“Hold it, hold it everyone,” Rick Huckster announced. Ted has requested a special dance; let them complete it first.” The band stuck up an Enrique Iglesias song, “Hero.” I held the microphone to my mouth. Actually, I’m a decent singer, having sung in the choir at my church growing up and studying and singing the high school and college choirs. Jenn looked at me stunned once again. “You’re going to sing?!" She looked mortified, glancing around at other’s expressions, and finding them all the same, simply horrified. I smiled, took her hand, and at arm’s length, and announced the song, “Hero,” and began singing the first verse to her.
"Would you dance if I asked you to dance?
Would you run and never look back?
Would you cry if you saw me crying?
Would you save my soul tonight?"
She listened to my voice and it melted her fears away. She stared at me mesmerized by the song I chose for her and the words in the song. I brought her close, and she put her head on my left shoulder in such a way that she was looking down my left arm. As I started the second verse, Mr husker waved to everyone to join in dancing. Immediately the floor was crowded, but they gave us a clearance of about ten feet.
"Would you tremble if I touched your lips?
Would you laugh? Oh, please tell me this.
Now would you die for the one you love?
Hold me in your arms, tonight."
Jenn turned her head a kissed me on the lips as I finished the second verse. “I love you, Ted,” she whispered in my ear. I started the refrain.
"I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away."
As I circled slowly with the love of my life in my arms, I observed the ones dancing, eyes closed, some kissing, some watching me and Jenn, catching every moment. Many had their cameras and phones out, videoing our engagement dance. I started the third verse.
"Would you swear that you'll always be mine?
Would you lie? Would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep? Have I lost my mind?
I don't care. You're here tonight."
Then I sang the refrain again. Tears ran down Jenn’s face as my voice filled the hall with those magical words. When the song ended, there was clapping and cheering, and I kissed my fiancé for long moments.
“Ted, that was so wonderful. I’m totally choked up,” she squeaked.
Then the crush of congratulations, hand shaking and hugs ensued. And shots of booze to toasts. Jenn said aloud, “Now Ted, I want to consummate our engagement tonight, so don’t drink too much.” My thoughts exactly. Loud “Ooooohs!” filled out circle of friends and family.
We had to vacate the hall at midnight, per the rental agreement. After parties were drunkenly planned when the last song ended. Mr and Mrs Husker finally came up to me and Jenn and congratulated us on our engagement. We showed them our rings. Rick said, beaming, “You’ve made our anniversary party very special.” Dad hugged his daughter and Jenn in turn hugged her mother, telling her how much she loved me.
Mr Husker, feeling no pain himself, wrapped his arm around my shoulders and said, “Wish your folks could have been here, but no worries, we have plenty of video of your amazing proposal and singing to send them.” Jenn saw the distant look in my eyes, and tucked that thought away for the moment. Her dad moved on.
Jenn took my arm and dragged me toward the exit. “Come on, Ted. Sally and Jill and their dates are going to come back to our place to celebrate. I ordered pizza, and we’ll pick it up on the way home.” The ladies demanded the keys from the men, including Jenn. Truthfully, I wasn’t too bad off, but I didn’t argue. I held the door to my Mustang, and grabbed Jenn by the arm as she was about to get in the driver’s seat, and embraced her passionately. “I love you, Jenn. Thank you for accepting my proposal to marriage.”
“Oh God, Ted. It was so magical. I had no idea. I’ve dreamed about this day for a long while, what it would be like, and I couldn’t have made it more special than you just did. Thank you, sweetheart.” She kissed me hard on the mouth, and then hugged me tight. “I love you so much.” She broke the embrace and got in. I climbed in the passenger seat and we were off.
Back at the apartment, we dove into the pizza, more beer, and coffee for this one. Everyone was in a festive mood, talking , laughing, reliving the evening. After a fashion, I opened the screen door to the balcony where Jenn had two lawn chairs and a small metal table, big enough for two cups of coffee. I sat down and idly watched the courtyard/commons. It was a usual Friday night, people sitting in groups, talking, laughing, drinking, like we were doing.
“Hey,” Jenn said, coming out on the balcony and giving me a kiss. “Everything okay?”
“Tired, is all,” I said, looking off in the distance of the courtyard that I loved.
Jenn sat down and took my hand. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I met Wade, tonight, at the party.” Wade, it turned out, was her old boyfriend’s father, and captain of the local police precinct
Jenn blew out some air. “Daddy knows him, used to be friends, knew him before I dated Mark. Why bring him up?”
“Got a weird vibe from Wade. He smirked when he said congrats on our engagement, like I’d pay for stealing you away from his son, Mark. Either that or something else is going on.”
“What do you mean?” Jenn asked somewhat anxiously.
“I don’t know. He just got my radar up, is all. I’m sorry. This is a momentous day, for both of us. And I’m being a downer.”
Jenn stood up. “It’s late, come to bed with me. They can entertain themselves and go any time they want,” referring to Sally and Jill and their dates. I followed Jenn to the bedroom, winking at the two couples. They woo hooed at us as I closed the door. I didn’t say goodnight, as we might be coming back out.
Jenn undressed me. Naked, she fondled me to an erect state. She kissed me deeply, then stepped back to do a reconnaissance on her future husband. “I think I should inspect my future husband for any defects.” She walked slowly around me, critically admiring my physique. “Flat stomach, nice cock, of course, awesome butt.” Her finger trailed behind her, running over my stomach and butt and back around to my pecks. She ran her finger over my nipples, making them hard too. “Yup. Nothing not to like here.” She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as she sucked my cock. Too soon, she released it and pushed me on the bed. She stripped naked in seconds, pulling her dress over her head, naked underneath. I knew she’d gone topless, with the dress she was wearing that called for no bra, her nipples visible, pushing through the thin fabric, but not wearing panties to the party was sexy, or had she remoced them once back here?
She straddled me and took me into her vagina, and rocked back and forth, savoring the sensations coursing through her body as if for the first time. She leaned forward and placed her tits over my mouth, and I sucked her nipples one at a time, as she directed. I grabbed and squeezed them. God she had nice, ripe tits. She rolled me over to do her missionary style. I kissed her and whispered in her ear how much I loved her, that nothing would kill it. I humped her slowly. I whispered, “Thank you for agreeing to being engaged to me.”
“Oh, baby, it was beautiful. I want you so badly.” She humped me harder, thrusting her hips at mine, and I picked up the pace. “I don’t want to come,” she whispered. “This is for your pleasure. Come in me.”
Soon I felt my orgasm was at hand, and I told Jenn as much. “Come in me, baby. Fill me up with your essence, your semen and sperm. I want your cum in me.” I groaned and ejaculated, pumping my cum deep in her. She moaned. “That feels so good, so right.” I lay atop her, and as I shrunk, I withdrew and we cuddled for a while, whispering sweet things to each other. Finally she got out of bed and donned her bathrobe and headed for the bathroom.
While she was in there, I heard a banging on the front door. I don’t know if Scott or Rick answered the door, or maybe it was one of the women, or if the cops came barging in on their own. They were in my, our, bedroom in a heartbeat, two cops, the overhead lights flipped on. I shield my eyes and was dragged to my feet and handcuffed. Wade sauntered in.
“Well, well, well. I hope we didn’t interrupt anything important, on your engagement night,” he smirked
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Jenn exited the bathroom clutching her bathrobe tight about her, demanding to know what was going on. “Young lady,” Wade said, “if I were you, I’d find a new boyfriend. This one is headed for prison.
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“On what charges,” Jenn demanded, angry.
“Oh, breaking and entering, assault with intent to do great bodily harm, for starters. Destruction of property, grand theft, to add a few more. Read him his rights, and book him at the precinct. The two cops started to lead him away.
“You’re taking him like that? Naked?”
Wade shrugged. “Ain’t my fault he doesn’t sleep in PJ’s. Or, weren’t you two sleeping?”
“This is outrageous,” sputtered Jenn, on their heals as they led me through the living room and outside. Sally and Jill were rapidly puting their clothes on, obviously having some fun of their own while Jenn and I consummated out engagement. A crowd had gathered, what with the flashing gum balls on three patrol cars. The young and pretty woman who lived next door and shared the same stairway as us, had her door open and was gaping at me being led off in such a manner. Hell of a way to meet the neighbors, I thought. They walked me down the stairs, thinking they were humiliating me in front of the crowd of onlookers. They shoved me in the back of one of the patrol cars and drove off.
At the precinct, they marched me in, still naked, in front of a busy Friday night at the precinct. Drunk drivers being tested, mostly. I was taken to an interrogation room and seated. The cuffs were removed, and they re-cuffed me in front to a metal ring bolted to the table. I’d already decided not to answer any of their questions, so I sat back and relaxed.
Thirty minutes or so later, Wade came in with a female patrol officer, one not at the scene earlier at my apartment. I told them I wanted a lawyer, but unfortunately, there weren’t any around late on a Friday night. I assumed this was a tactic of theirs, to arrest people on Friday night, and hold them to Monday.
Wade said, “Okay then, lock him up.”
The female officer uncuffed me again, and redid the cuffs behind me. She told me to stand, and she led me away to the row of cells on the second floor. She walked me back through the lobby again, though I suppose there were back stairs she could have taken me to. But tonight, it was intimidation and humiliation. Stares from everyone in the station followed in my wake to the elevators.
Upstairs, I was led to an examination room, where another female did a search of my person, which basically was a cavity search. They took their time, fingering my anus with latex gloves on, and shining flashlights up there too. They lifted my cock and balls. I said nothing and didn’t complain. Satisfied, I was led once again to a cell with two other people in it. One a fit, muscular guy I recognized as a police officer at the scene, only now he was in plain clothes, the one who sat behind the wheel of one of the patrol car at all times, in case he was needed. Maybe they thought I wouldn’t recognize him. It didn’t bode well for me. At any rate, I didn’t say anything to him. The other guy was half drunk and looking miserable, looking away as he saw my state of undress.
The cop started in on me right away. “You some kind of pervert or something, naked like that?” I ignored him. He yelled at me for ignoring him. He pushed me and I fell on a cot. I saw now what they were doing, and filming. They wanted me to kick his ass, to prove I knew karate well enough to bust the heads of those two S and M perverts. Well, that was not going to happen.
“Get up, you pussy.” He grabbed my arm and yanked me up.
“Don’t hit me, please,” I pleaded, putting on my most scared and panicked look. He delivered a blow to my stomach which knocked the wind out of me and I collapsed to my knees. Groaning in real pain, I managed, “Stop, please.”
“Hey, leave him alone.” It was from to cells down, two prostitutes, in for soliciting, probably. “He ain’t done nothing to you. Dude’s helpless; ain’t even got no clothes on. Whatcha beating him for?”
“Shut up, bitches.” He stood me up again, and circled me. I stood still. Blinding pain erupted from my kidney area. I cried out. Then a blow hit me in the back on my rib cage. I knew for sure he cracked at least three ribs. I passed out before I fell face down on the floor.
***
Jenn had called her father, hysterical and angry. As it turned out, he was still up partying with friends. “Calm down, Jennifer. Please. Tell me what happened, slowly this time.”
“It was Wade. He was behind it, because I dumped his loser son for Ted.”
“You don’t know that,” her dad admonished.
“Then how do you explain Mark standing outside my apartment when they dragged Ted out naked to the police car? He had a huge grin on his face, the fucking bastard.”
“Mark was there?” her dad said, thinking. He debated telling Jenn what Ted had told him about his involvement in the S and M bust. He decided not to for the moment, but wondered if Ted had ever confided in Jenn. “Is there anything you’re not telling me? Now’s a good time to get it all out.”
“Okay, shit. Ted did ask me to lie for him if it came to this. He admitted he went to that house and beat those guys up. But so what? They deserved a lot more than that.”
“Okay, Jenn. I’ll put a call into the FBI taskforce investigating this. It’s been five months, so I’m sure it’s on a back burner somewhere. Probably nothing will be done until Monday.” This elicited a new tirade from Jenn. Dad disconnected before she was done spewing her venom.
Jill and Sally, crowded near Jenn trying to listen, comforted Jenn as she burst into fresh tears.
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I woke on the jail cell cot, shivering and in excruciating pain. I tried to move but made the pain worse. So I huddled miserably in the fetal position. The cell was mercifully empty, the cop and the drunk both gone. I don’t know how long I laid there shivering in the cold cell, but it felt like an eternity.
“Hey, buddy,” one of the prostitutes yelled, “You okay?”
“No,” came my one word answer, and my ribs hurt from it.
“We be calling for help, but the bitch woman jailer don’t answer us. After another hour or so, I heard a metal door open demanding what the fuss was about. The prostitute demanded something be done for me. “He took a terrific beating.”
The next thing I knew, was being manhandled onto a stretcher. Two EMS guys, with the police woman standing over me with a clipboard. Smirking, enjoying her position of power over this naked and pathetic excuse for a man. Paper work was exchanged and that’s the last I remember until I woke up in the hospital with Jenn and Jill, and a guy in a suit standing over me. It was daylight, probably Saturday afternoon. It felt like afternoon. Jenn hugged me and I groaned. But I managed a smile and a kiss.
“Ted, this is Special Agent Al McKinney, FBI. He got you released from jail.”
“Ted, I’m an attorney as well as an agent, and I’ve worked on the S and M case, as the papers call it. So whatever you tell me is confidential. First, who did this to you?”
“A cop, pretending to be a prisoner or inmate.” I told him how I saw him in one of the cruisers outside my apartment. He asked me if I could identify him. I told him absolutely. In the weeks to come, the FBI investigated the city’s police department and Captain Wade was demoted to sergeant and reassigned to a different city. The cop who had beaten me up would do some minor jail time and was fired. The charges were dismissed against me in court for lack of evidence.
After his questions were answered, I struggled to a sitting position. “Get me out of here.” Jenn got the script for some Tylenol 3s for the ribs, and then both Jill and Jenn helped me get dressed. Removing my hospital garb I stood naked in front of them They discovered massive and dark bruises on my back and stomach. They were shocked at my condition. Jenn had brought me my lounge wear, with a simple elastic band at the waist and a button shirt. No way could I have gotten in jeans or a pull over top.
At home, I basically spent two weeks on the couch, dozing and catching up on movies while Jenn worked during the day. My favorite part of the day was when we showered together, Jenn cautiously washing the awful bruises
That same Saturday evening, after dinner consisting of the tuna noodle casserole Janet had made and dropped off earlier, I was surprised by the arrival of Jill, who knocked and came in. She came bearing a gift. Scott and her friend from out of town, Sara, came in also. Jill kissed me and Jenn. “So, spill it. What happened after you were taken away last night? Did they ever give you any clothes?”
“No, they didn’t. I was paraded naked throughout the precinct, and even in the jail cell, they left me naked.”
“God damn them to hell,” Jenn spat anew. “We’re gonna sue those assholes.”
Jill couldn’t believe it. “So they marched you naked in to be booked, fingerprinted, and picture taken?” I nodded. “Oooogh, that makes me so damn mad. Who the hell do they think they are.”
And a woman cop performed a cavity search on me, which I’m sure is against regs. Actually, I kinda enjoyed it, even though it was meant to humiliate me. But it’s okay, guys. It was all retribution for Jenn dumping Mark for me. They wanted to trap me, make me angry at my treatment, and work me up into defend myself, when that cop, pretending to be an inmate, attacked me. I had no choice, I let him beat me but good. If I retaliated, they’d dump more charges on me.” I told Jenn in private earlier that now they had no proof whatsoever, just someone’s statement that I broke in and beat those perverts.
Jenn said, “Ted, um, please don’t make things worse by retaliating against Wade and his stupid son, okay?”
I shook my head. “No, don’t worry. Those losers will end up wallowing in their own misery. The FBI is probably going to investigate that precinct. Heads will roll, I’m told. But look, it’s all over, in a few weeks I’ll be good as new.”
Jenn said, “Go on, Ted, show ‘em the bruises. Jill did it for us, after all.”
I said, “Jill promised no more of that risky business with the S and M people, and I promise to never get arrested again.” They laughed. I stood just as Sally and Dave arrived. Jenn went to greet them and put the beer and wine they brought on ice. I eyed Sara, who was built similarly to Jill, cute button nose, dish-water short blond hair, B-cup for sure, slim waist, nice hips and ass. She wore hip-hugger flair jeans and a halter top sans bra and sandals. Sally had long, blond hair and blond bush to match, very pretty face, and was definitely a D cupper, full bodied but not heavy. They brought the beer and wine, and they cracked one open for me. We all sat in the small living room, some on the floor.
We brought Sally and Dave in on the previous nights events. Jill said, “So, Ted, do we get to see the bruises?”
Jenn smiled wickedly at me. I shrugged. Jenn said, “Do the honors, then, Jill.” Jill came over and lent me a hand to stand up as I winced in pain. She removed my short sleeved buttoned shirt. There were exclamations from all. I turned slowly around, my back area was deep blackish purple where he’d punched my ribs and kidneys. My belly was bruised as well, where he’d punched and kicked me.
“Any other bruises?” Sally asked coyly.
Jenn said, “Oh yeah. Show ‘em, Ted.”
Jill yanked my sweat pants down and I stood there naked. They’d all seen me naked anyway, including the guys, except for Sara. I turned slowly around. I had deep bruises on my hips and legs, but I didn’t remember how they go there. Probably he’d kicked me when I was passed out. I locked eyes with Sara, and she lowered them to my crotch, then looked back up, and ran her tongue over her lips. That was interesting. With a pat on my naked butt, Jill pulled my pants back up.
We drank ourselves silly, and inhibitions got so low there was no other direction than up. Tits were freed from bras, cocks came out and were rubbed. Sara sat next to Scott, Jill’s boyfriend, and he got double the attention, to his delight. They took turns sucking his cock and jacking him. Dave, with his pants down to his knees, was having oral sex with Sally, who sat on the couch, legs spread wide, moaning. Jenn and I sat watching this, and we got horny. She stood me up and we went to the kitchen, basically in the same room as the living room.
“I have an idea,” Jenn said. She removed her clothes until she was naked and I kissed Jenn longingly and passionately, and brushed her tits with my fingers. She moaned in longing.
Jenn said, “I’m so glad you’re back home, sweetheart. You have no idea how angry, depressed, furious, stressed; you name the negative emotion, I had it, all in viscous cycles. She hugged me and kissed me. “I love you so much, it hurts, and them humiliating you and beating you, and Mark standing outside smirking at you being hauled out of here naked as a jay bird, it just made it all the worse. I wanted to shoot Mark and his stupid, grinning father. I feared you’d be in the slammer all weekend.”
“Hush now, it’s over. We’re safe.”
“You sure you’re up for this?” she asked, uncertain, as she undid my buttoned shirt and pushed it off my shoulders, exposing my massive bruises.
“I’m gonna try hard, because if we have to wait two weeks, you may go and find someone else to satisfy you.”
“Humph, not likely. Well, at least, not without you in the room watching,” she said coyly. “Would you like to watch another man fuck me? Hmmm?” She kissed me over and over on the lips as she said, “Would you like to watch me suck him off? Make him come in my mouth? Hmm?”
“God you make me so hard. Pull my pants down.” She slid my sleepwear down, exposing my hard-on. I pushed Jenn on her back on top of the kitchen table. It was at a good height for sex. I guided my cock into her pussy. I was gentle, until she got up to speed. In this position, standing, with minimum movement to make my ribs hutr, the sex was great, for me at least. I felt bad for Jenn, open and giving and not receiving her pleasure. Sara wandered over to watch. That was hot. She was still dressed, but that was more than okay. I liked being naked in front of fully clothed females. I watched her looking at my hard cock driving into and back out of Jenn’s pussy. With my arm, I pulled Sara close to me and she put her hand on my breast, and then kissed my lips. I quickly reached my orgasm, withdrawing just in time to spurt my cum on her belly for Sara to watch.
Jenn said, “Thank God that cock of yours still works just fine.” Sara offered a wet wash cloth from the kitchen drawer and she wiped Jenn clean of my spunk, I told her that I believed that when a guy is beating up a naked guy, he resists the groin, knowing how it feels to have your nuts punched in.
I said to Sara, “Could you go in the bedroom night stand and get the vibrator?” She did, and as I couldn’t go down on Jenn, this was the next best thing; bending over was still excruciatingly painful. I put it to her sex, and she spread her knees wide, exposing her fantastic sex. “Make me come, please?”
“You can count on it.”
“Who saw you naked at the police station?” Jenn asked huskily.
“Oh, so you want all the dirty news about my nudity, huh?”
“I wish I’d been there to see it.” She moaned and bucked her hips on the hard table.
“Well, the lobby was crowded, people taking breathalyzers, others arrested for god knows what. You’d think at three thirty in the morning, it wouldn’t have been so crowded. At least 25 people milling around.”
“They all saw you naked?”
“Oh yeah. I stood in line waiting to get booked, people staring at me, men and women. Once I was booked, a smirking police woman took me to be finger printed and my picture taken. She then led me back through the lobby, and not up the back stairs. I had to wait forever for the elevator with new people being brought in all the time. Up on the next floor, another woman did the cavity search while the forst woman cop watched. She marched me by two prostitutes before throwing me in my cell naked with the other two guys.”
“That’s hot, everyone seeing you naked,” she moaned. Sexually excited, she suddenly liked the idea of me being forcibly exposed to the general public. Odd, but sex sent the brain into another dimension. She bucked her hips unabashedly. “You can see everything I got,” she moaned. “I’m wide open for you to inspect. I have no secrets. I’m giving my body to you to do as you will with it. Ohhhh, I’m coming, ohhhh god that’s good, fuck me, masturbate me, shit, damn, ooooh,” she moaned.” She released some of her cunt juice, her body helpless and on automatic. Ten guys could walk in and she wouldn’t be able to stop her coming orgasm. “Now, oooooooh, aaaaeeeiiiii,” she screamed. I looked closely at her sex, and witnessed her pulse. Her stomach muscles jerked in her spasms. Then she lay still and closed her knees, her signal to remove the vibrator from her pussy. I let her relax for a few minutes before she got up and off the table. She hugged me. I love you more every day, every hour, every minute.
Sara asked, “Can I have some of that?”
Jenn said, “Have at it.”
We watched Sara strip naked and climb on the table. Jill and Scott, just done fucking, came over to watch, both of them naked also. “Spread your legs, Sara.” She had a shaved pussy, her lips swollen in arousal. I put the vibrator to her wide open pussy and she moaned. I worked her for five long minutes until she had to respond by bucking her hips and moaning unabashedly. She spread her arms out reaching behind her, totally surrendering her body to my manipulations. Scott, with Jill’s urging, felt her tits up, mashing them, massaging them, pinching her erect nipples, and then sucking on them. She bucked her hips and achieved her orgasm with a scream, and emitted a little juice from her well oiled cunt.
“Fuck me, someone fuck me,” she demanded. “Please.” Well, Scott had just come, and so had I, but Jenn jacked my cock to a hard-on and covered it with a rubber.
“Do her, Ted.” Her voice was husky, heavy with sexual arousal. She wanted to watch me fuck a woman I hardly knew. I stuck my cock into her sex, and Sara moaned loudly. She bucked madly as I thrust my cock in and out of her cunt. She reached down and fingered her clit as I held her hips tightly. Scott put his limp cock to Sara’s mouth, and she took it in, sucking him hard again. I was going on ten minutes and could have gone another forty, but Scott wanted a turn. So I withdrew and Jill wrapped his cock in latex, and he stuck it in Sara’s soaked pussy. Scott played with her tits as he fucked her on the table. I went to the other side of the table and stuck my cock into Sara’s eager mouth. Jill and Jenn watched their guys do Sara. As Sara began to moan, I withdrew, and standing between Jenn and Jill, we watched Sara get off on Scott’s cock.
Sara, still fucking Scott after she came, said “I want a threesome. Do me in all my holes,” she said huskily. I looked over at Sally and Dave fucking on the floor, his butt rising and falling with his humping. Jill yelled over to Dave to get over here. Dave looked up, as if he didn’t know where he was, but he uncoupled from Sally, and both of them came over to the kitchen table. “Dave,” Jill said, lie on the table. Sara, lay on your back on top of Dave. Let him put his cock in your ass.” We watched then get in position, and Dave worked his cock into Sara’s ass. “Scott, get up on the table and do her in the cunt.” Scott eagerly complied, never having been involved in a threesome before. “Ted,” Jill directed, “Fuck her mouth.” I rounded the table but Sara was too high off the table for me to reach her mouth, so Jenn got the foot stool and I stepped up on it and sara eagerly took my cock in her mouth. I glanced over at Jenn and she had her phone out and was filming the action. Sara, sandwiched between the guys, couldn’t buck her hips, but she didn’t need to, the guys were doing a good job of grinding away at her holes.
I came in Sara’s mouth, and she let my cum dribble out of her mouth in ecstasy. In short order, Scott came in her pussy. Sara climbed off Dave and sucked him off until he shot his wad in her mouth too. Sara, with cum in her mouth, beckoned Jill over and kissed her, and they exchanged the cum between their mouths, and then both swallowed.
Spent, Sara said, “Fuck, thank you guys so much. I’ve always wanted to do a threesome. It was awesome.” We stood around, all of us naked, and drank some more beer. Sally announced she’d like all three guys to fuck her, but one at a time, in her pussy. She picked me to start. Sally got on the table and spread her legs, exposing her sex. I drilled her cunt, sinking my cock into her to the hilt. It felt good to fuck Sally again and I fucked her hard for about five minutes when Scott tapped me on the shoulder and took over. He seemed eager to fuck the voluptuous Sally and her big tits. As Scott rocked her, her tits rocked also. It was so erotic, Scott shot his wad deep in Sally. Dave brought up the rear of the train, and fucked his girlfriend for a long fifteen minutes, but he was too drunk to get his cock off. She begged him to stop; she was sore.
“Jenn?” I asked. She shook her head. She was tired from the long day of worry and little sleep. The party broke up shortly afterwards, the naked finding their clothing and getting dressed. They sat around sobering up with coffee and water. Left over pizza and pop was brought out; Dave and Scott started watching a movie, waiting to sober up before driving home. I retired to go sit on the balcony with Jenn. Jill stood in the open screen doorway behind us.
Jenn said, “Ted, now that we’re engaged, I want to ask about your parents. You never talk about them.”
I was tired and mellow from the beer and sex, and found myself expansive. “Well, my dad died in the Iraq war; didn’t even know him. I was only a year old. Mom died when I was twelve, of cancer.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, why didn’t you ever tell me.” Jill too expressed her sorrow.
“I don’t know, it’s a sympathy thing, everyone I tell feels sorry for me. I don’t like that. Still don’t.”
“So where did you live?”
“At my mom’s brother’s family. They had a small home, and I bunked with Josh, the five year. The thirteen year old girl, Blake, had a bedroom to herself, and the third bedroom was of course my aunt and uncles. I got a part time job after school, to help pay for expenses. They struggled with money, even with both of them working. My, uh, mom, right before she died ….” I choked up and Jenn put her arm around me and kissed my cheek. I flicked a tear away. “Sorry, damn drugs,” I mumbled.
“It’s okay, Ted. What did your mom do?”
“She told me, ‘Always be true to yourself. And always be humble and kind,’ just the CW song going around on the ‘waves.’ But I was twelve, and always pondered what she meant by that, be true to yourself.”
Jill said, “Good words to live by. I think it means, never lie to yourself. Drug addicts, alcoholics, and me, a sexaholic, lie to ourselves constantly, that we don’t have problems.”
I said, “True, but I think it has a deeper meaning also, that you don’t tolerate sin, bigotry, minor and major. You speak out about it.”
“That can be hard to do,” Jenn said.
“And painful.” They laughed
.
With a break in conversation, Jill asked, “The girl cousin, Blake, she ever hit on you?”
“Funny you ask that. Her name was Blake and she was a knockout. But something about cousins and us living in close confines made me keep her at arm’s length, for a while. But for her, she couldn’t stop flirting with me.”
“How so?” Jenn asked. “Well, it started innocent enough, her spying on me while I showered. The bathroom had no lock, and she made every excuse possible to come in while I was in the shower. She’d stay there until I had to get out. I’d wrap a towel around me, and she’d hide the towels. I’d put a washcloth over my privates, and she’d pinch my bare butt, or snap a wet towel on my butt. Eventually I just got used to her seeing me naked so that after a few months, it was no big deal. Then one day, I got out of the shower, and she was naked, waiting to take her shower. Her parents worked, and Tommy had play dates, so we were alone a lot. First time I ever saw a naked woman in the flesh. After about five years, when she turned seventeen, we got intimate. We experimented at first, showing each other our parts. Blake would strip naked, lie on the bed, and spread her legs for me and spread her pussy lips apart. She pointed out all her parts, and even how she masturbated. She got me to experiment on her, telling me how to do it just right. Likewise, she jacked me off lots of times, until she had it down perfect. It progressed to blowjobs and me eating her pussy, and finally to sexual intercourse.”
“She taught you everything. That’s so cool,” Jill said.
“Yeah, she found a boyfriend, and I moved out after high school. Paid my way through college, worked full time and took evening classes. Took me a while, but I did it.”
“So that explains why you’re such a good lover,” Jenn said. “Most guys are clueless, and the ladies are too shy to tell them what to do, so they end up basically masturbating in our vaginas.”
“Not me,“ Jill said. I gladly show them what to do and how to do it.”
I said, “No, Jill, no one is going to accuse you of being bashful when it comes to sex. Speaking of sex, how’s Scott working out?”
“I’m kinda not to sure. When he doesn’t feel like doing it, he cautions me that I could fall back in the sexaholic category. Then I feel guilty for wanting him to have sex with me.”
Jenn said, “That’s nonsense, Jill. Ted and I get into S and M, the difference being we are in love with each other. I don’t go to strangers who film it and sell it and make me sign contracts. So unless you are doing that, there’s nothing wrong with kinky sex some of the damn time. Ted, what’s the most times you ever came in one day.”
I thought a moment.“Four times in an afternoon in the space of 4 hours roughly. With my cousin. It was an experiment that I’m sure she holds over her boyfriend’s heads.” They laughed.
Jenn said, “Four times, eh?”
Jill laughed at the way she said it. “Uh oh, Ted. I bet Jenn is thinking she’d like to try and break that record. But men are built differently. When they orgasm, everything shuts down. One minute they are exploding forth tons of cum, the next moment thinking about the football game their missing.”
“True enough,” I said. Jenn glared at me. “Hey, the truth hurts, baby.”
“Women on the other hand can have multiple orgasms,” Jill continued. My personal best record is six orgasms.”
“Jenn?”raised my eyebrows to her.
“What?” she asked.
“Quit stalling and tell us your best number of orgasms in one setting.”
“Shit. I think it was about twelve.”
Jill and I both exclaimed, “Twelve?!” I said, “That’s going to take some doing to beat.
”
Jenn kissed my cheek. “You’re not going to do any beating in the next few weeks, so relax. Speaking of beating, you ever get hurt down there, Ted?”
“Yeah, one time stands out. I was playing grade school basketball, on the team, and went up for a toss up. The guy kneed me badly, but not on the balls. His knee pinched my cock against my pubic bone. I had a huge black bruise from base to tip on one side.”
"Ouch."
"Ouch is right. I walked bent over for a few hours, I'll tell you that."
We were quiet for a while, Jill went back in the living room to watch the end of the movie. Jill said, “I have something to tell you, Ted.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“You ever wonder why you don’t have to wear rubbers when we have sex?”
“I assume it is because you’re on the pill. Isn’t it?”
She shook her head and took my hand. “Look at me. I can’t have children with you, Ted. I had to have my ovaries removed. Tumors. Cancer.”
“Oh my God, Jenn, I’m so sorry. How long ago?”
“Oh, it’s been two years now. But I’m fine. Cancer free. Just, I thought you should know, in case you don’t want to marry me now.”
I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her to me. I bumped foreheads with her. “Listen to me, my love. As long as I have you, it is more than I ever dreamed of having. If we want to later, we can adopt all the damn kids you want.”
She laughed. “Thank you, Ted. Thank you for understanding. It’s a load off my mind.”
“I love you, sweetheart. We’re going to get married, become old together, have grand kids, and great grand kids, and we’ll die in each other’s arms.”
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