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                               Bare Assets
                             by Dual Writer

Copyright© 2009 by Dual Writer


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Description: A very naughty story of a young man enjoying life within a naturist park. Can you imagine how difficult it would be to find a person to date when you tell them you're a nudist? Of course he has a life to live and occupation as well but all roads seem to lead to "SEX" of some kind. This story is full of all kinds of sex. So much even the editor is squeamish.

Codes: MF FF MM les bi inc D/S swing group safe oral anal squirt creampie voy
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Cast

Cast of Characters



One of my editors, who is extremely bashful and doesn't wish to be credited has too much time on his hands and has written a compilation of characters

He writes: It was brought to the authors (my) attention there are too many characters to remember who they are and who belongs to whom. I've (the bashful proofer) been a huge fan of the series since I found it. I've been in contact with the author (me) and with his blessing and encouragement; I am working on what I consider to be the definitive index of all the characters within the series.

This list contains the name of nearly every character in the story Bare Assets, from the smallest part, to the main characters. If a name is mentioned, they are listed here unless the name was simply mentioned in passing and they do not actually appear in one of the stories, or their part is one time and not really relevant to be listed here. The list is in the approximate order of appearance, and is not in order of importance.

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Tom Parks - Star of the story and an inveterate nudist and an architect who rises quickly within the company

Aunt Pauline - Aunt to Tom and Dana, and sister of Loraine. Now deceased. Has left her cabin at the naturist park to Tom.

Dana Parks - Older sister of Tom Parks

Bee - Dana's friend and roommate.

Lee and Loraine Parks - Parents of Tom and Dana parks.

Mr. and Mrs. Franks - Owner/operators of the nudist park.

Zena Harper - The niece of the owner of the company where Ton works as well as a neighbor of his sister, Dana ... She approaches Tom about going out to the park with him. States she is a confirmed lesbian.

Margaret - Zena's room mate, another lesbian

Joan - Zena's roommate, an undecided lesbian.

Betsy - Another room mate of Zena's and also a lesbian

Henry - An ancient security man at the nudist park.

Bruce - The gay receptionist/Secretary to Uncle Bert

Uncle Bert - Zena's uncle and owner of the company where Tom and Zena work.

Mr. and Mrs. Wilson - Members at the park.

Sam and Connie - Members at the nudist park. They also happen to be swingers.

Andrea – Bruce's secretary at Berts firm. She is also a Lesbian submissive.

Ted and Donna - More swinging members at the naturist park.

Kerry and Penny. - More swinging members at the naturist park.

Gerald and June Smithing - More swinging members at the naturist park.

Mr. and Mrs. Williams - Residents of the park and parents of June.

Tom and Jenny - More swinging members at the naturist park.

Jim and Tina - More swinging members at the naturist park.

Jack and Terry - More swinging members at the naturist park.

Betty Donnelly - A widowed resident of the park who takes in laundry to help support herself and her daughter.

Jim Sweet - A surveyor recommended by Bruce to Tom, Tom needs the lots he owns surveyed and staked out.

Ms. Veronica Highsmith - One very strange lady. Ms. Highsmith is her maiden name and her married name was Cohen, but her husband is deceased. She is ultra-wealthy, very kinky, and strange.

Mark and Zora Harper - Zena's parents from Georgia who are also naturist.

Georgia Scuggliomenio - Owner/Operator of a Scilian style pizza place near the naturist park.

Sandy and Charlie - Couple Tom and Zena meet on their honeymoon ... also newly weds and swingers as well.

Jeanie and Dan - Couple Tom and Zena meet on their honeymoon ... also newly weds and swingers as well.

Bob and Karen - Couple Tom and Zena meet on their honeymoon ... also newly weds and swingers as well.

Tom and Brenda - Couple Tom and Zena meet on their honeymoon ... also newly weds and swingers as well.

Tim and Toni - Couple Tom and Zena meet on their honeymoon ... also newly weds and swingers as well.

Shannon - A bartender at the Office, now out of work because the bar is being sold.

Rita Meyers - Owner of the Office, a bar featured in many of the other Florida Friends stories. Rita is selling out and Tom and Zena are buying.

Sandy Mahoney - A lesbian bar owner who advises Tom and Zena regarding the purchase of The Office.

Mr. Mahoney - The de-facto Don of the area restaurant business as well as other enterprises.

Mr. Misegades - Was Aunt Pauline's attorney. He handled the estate that only went to Tom once he was married.

Mr. Perkins - Was Aunt Pauline's accountant and is now Tom's accountant.

Jake Signer - The "bar back" at The Office. For the uninformed, A bar back is like an assistant to the bartender, a runner. They will restock liquor, replace kegs, and perhaps cook in the kitchen if there is one.

Jean – Jake's cousin, hired to be a cook at The Office.

Don - A Top chef at another restaurant that Bert convinces to come to Park Place as the top chef there.



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Chapter 1



Age 3

Loraine said to Aunt Pauline, "He's so funny. If you leave him alone for a second, he has his shirt and underwear off; and he's running around, naked as a jaybird."

"Oh Sis," Aunt Pauline said, "He'll probably be like me and want to be a nudist."

Age 5

"Mom! Tommy took his clothes off again," Dana (age seven) said tattling to her mother.

"Leave him alone, Dana, he's not hurting anyone," Aunt Pauline said.

Loraine said, "Pauline, I can't let my kid run around outside without any clothes, we don't even have a fence."

Age 9

"Tommy, put a bathrobe on to go back to your room. It upsets your sister for you to be wandering around the house naked all the time."

"Oh, Mom, it's just me. I hope Aunt Pauline takes me back to the camp again, this year. You don't have to wear clothes the whole time out there, and nobody fusses about it."

Age 14

"Lee, Honey," Loraine was saying to her husband, "do you really think it's alright to let Tommy go out to the camp with Pauline? Dana doesn't like it at all, but Tommy seems to thrive out there. I even like to go, sometimes, but I'm almost embarrassed to be nude around Tommy."

"It doesn't seem to bother Tommy at all to be naked all the time," Lee, Tommy's dad, said. "I'm more bothered by it than he is. You and your sister are such teases! It's no wonder I have to hide around you two out there."

"But Tommy is getting big," Tommy's mother sighed. "He's almost six foot and his thingy is getting pretty big and it's always swinging around. I wonder if he's interested in girls yet."

As he snuggled into Loraine, tweaking one her nipples, Lee said, "We've had a couple of talks. He knows all about the birds and the bees. I've asked him about how he gets along with the other kids, and he says they all experiment a little and look at each other, but that's as far as he says he has gone."

Loraine shivering, "Oh Lee, you know where this leads, don't you?" Loraine held Lee's hand firmly against her breast. "I wish you would fix the squeaky boards in this bed. I guess it's okay to let him go back out there with Pauline this summer. Pauline says that he's going to be a part time lifeguard at the pool, and at the lake. Ohhh, Honey! More please."

Age 21

"Your aunt loved you so much, Tommy. You and Pauline were always the best of buddies. You were the only one in the family that would always go out to the camp with her. Look at her. She looks so peaceful. She shouldn't have that dress on. She would rather be nude. I guess they can't have a funeral for a naked lady."

Tommy spoke with tears running down his cheeks, "She was so close to us, Mom. She was always around, always teaching Dana and me something. She was your best friend, too. Damn! Cancer is so sneaky, so fast. I will really miss her, Mom."

Age 22

"Why can't I come back to the park? My aunt left me her cabin and the lots surrounding it. I've been away to school and I'm back now. I would like to be able to come out on weekends and enjoy the park."

"Look, Tommy," Mr. Franks the park originator and manager said. "I know you grew up out here, but you're an adult now. We don't allow single men to come out here. Parents would be apprehensive to have their daughters exposed to someone like you."

"But Mr. Franks, it's my cabin! My aunt left it to me. I have the title and everything in my name. I even paid the taxes on it while I've been in school ... and I had to really scrimp to get up the money, this past year. Now I've got a job, and I need to enjoy the lifestyle out here."

"I'm sorry, Tommy, that's the rule. Find a wife, find a girlfriend, find someone, a woman, who will accompany you out here and you're welcome. Call me to tell me you're coming, and we'll fix up your aunt's place for you."

Age 22 - at home

"Mom, please, you can come to the park with me. If you would come, they would let me come. They just don't allow single guys out there. They're afraid I'll attack their little girls. Like I don't know what they look like, by now!"

Loraine looked at her son lovingly, "Son, you should find a nice girl to take out there with you. I'll bet there are several who would love to spend a weekend with you out there."

"It's not that easy, Mom. When I tell someone I'm going with about being a naturist, they almost all run away. The ones that don't say that I should forget about running around naked and just ask them to marry me. Not a chance."

"Thanks for coming out with me this time, Mom. You need to ask some of the older widows if they could be my sponsor or something. I really like to go out there more often."

Age 24 - at his sister's apartment

"Oh, Dana, come on. You and Bee could both come out. You know I won't embarrass either of you and I know you both will have a great time. Mom said she can't go but every second or third week, and I want to go out there more often. Yeah, you're right. There aren't any eligible guys out there because they won't let them in alone. What about Jeff, are you tired of waiting? Jeff could come out too. You two could get a great all over tan and enjoy the lake and the pool. I'll even take you both on a canoe ride. Come on, Bee said she'd go, if you would."

Age 24 - at the camp, or 'park', as it's now known.

"Thank you, Mr. Franks, for fixing up and painting the inside of the cabin. It's as nice as it's ever been. While my sister and her friend are out here this week, I'll run in and get the shingles for the roof and redo it. I want to make the porch larger too. Aunt Pauline always wanted a larger porch."

"Just remember, Tommy, you can't come out here unless you're accompanied by a lady. I'm glad to see your sister and friend out. I hope they enjoy themselves."

At the end of the week, Dana said, "Tommy, did you enjoy seeing all of Bee and me? I saw you checking us out several times. At least you didn't spring a boner from staring."

"Dana, I'm not that bad. I was admiring your fresh tan. Bee darkened right up and you've turned golden. You look good with some sun."

"Well, brother, I'm not coming back out right away. You better start hunting for another female to come with you. Bee has a boy friend, so she probably won't be coming with you. I am surprised that you didn't even flirt with her while she was here."

"Bee is cute, Dana, but you already told me she had a boyfriend. I didn't want to upset either of you. I like it out here too much to make waves with someone who helped me come out."

Dana smiled, "I looked around to see if there were any divorcees or unattached women out here, but didn't find any. Bee and I will keep our eyes open to see if we can find you a nudie partner."

Age 24 - at work

I looked up from the drawing on my desk at the girl in front of me. She was average height, about five-five, probably one ten or so. Average build from what I could tell under the suit jacket she wore. She had shiny brown hair, more of an auburn, which was cut fairly short, but looked nice. She didn't have any discernable makeup on, which was a plus in my estimation.

"You're Tom Parks, right? Your sister is Dana, right?"

I gave her a crooked smile and nodded that she was correct.

"My name is Zena Harper. Your sister is my neighbor at the apartments where we live. Can you have lunch with me, or could we meet after work? I'd like to talk to you for a few minutes."

"I have to have lunch with the department supervisor today. How about meeting at 'The Office' right after work? Would that be good? We could have a cold one, a coffee, or whatever."

Zena Harper said, "A cold one sounds good. I'll be there as soon after five as I can."

As she left, I checked her out, noting she had a decent shape and a really nice caboose. Wonder what this is about.

The day flashed by as usual. Time flies when you're having fun, and work was fun for me. My degree in architecture had earned me a job as junior blueprint proofer for the area's largest builder. I checked over the build out blueprints before the work was begun, to make sure our lessors were getting what they wanted. Sometimes it took several meetings back and forth to get it right, but it was enjoyable to know the job would be done to meet the lessors' desires.

I left my building, went a block over, and entered 'The Office'. The place was a lively after-workday bar, which featured a few skimpily attired waitresses and barmaids, along with a loud jukebox. Their biggest draw was the ice-cold beer. The bottles sometimes had a few ice crystals floating in them, and the draft frosted the frozen mugs, instead of warm beer served in frosty glasses.

As soon as I came in, Zena grabbed me by the arm and pulled me toward a booth that had three women already sitting there. I didn't recognize any of them, but then, I didn't recognize Zena when she came up to me, either.

Zena said, "This is Tommy Parks, ah, Tom Parks. He's the brother of our neighbor, Dana. You know ... Dana and Bee? Tom this is Margaret, Joan, and Betsy. They work for Dover and Dover, downstairs from you."

I smiled at each of them, trying to get a feel for them. Margaret gave me a cold smile, and I couldn't tell why. Joan had a warm smile, while Betsy just nodded. Margaret looked like she could be a NFL lineman, while Joan looked like she was a tiny little girl. Betsy looked like she had a forty double Z chest on her, but didn't look overweight, otherwise.

Zena smiled at me, "I guess you want to know what this is about?"

I nodded with a smile, "That would be good."

"Your sister says you're a naturist, a nudist. My family is naturists too, but they live up in Atlanta. So far, I've not met anyone that goes to any of the parks down here, so I was happy to hear that your sister and her roommate went with you this past week. I would like to go with you out to your park, to look it over."

I was excited, "That would be great! Do you want to go this weekend? Do you other girls want to come along, too?"

Margaret frowned, Joan was almost giggling, and Betsy sort of stared. Zena said, "None of them have ever been to a naturist camp. They have some ill-advised pre-conceived ideas. There is something that I need to discuss with you, though."

The tone of Zena's voice had changed, so I looked at her and asked, "What's that?"

"I am a lesbian. My three girlfriends are all lesbians. None of us would be interested in any type of contact with you while we are at the camp."

Margaret finally said something, "I think if I see a naked man, I'll throw up."

"Oh, Margaret," Zena scolded, "You're always saying stuff like that, and I don't think you've ever even seen a naked guy. They are just guys. Most nudists don't pay any attention to other naked people."

"That's not entirely true, Zena. If you grew up in parks, I'm sure you did some discovery expeditions with the other kids along the way."

"You're right, Tommy, I did. But that's before I decided I liked what women had, a lot more than what men had."

Betsy leaned across the table toward me and asked, "Would you get a hard-on if you saw my big tatas?"

I smiled at Betsy, "Well, you never know, Betsy. I'll have to check them out first. There are quite a few ladies with giant bosoms out there. Most are older, but you never know. You could be the one to twitch my trigger."

"I'm gonna puke," Margaret said, disgustedly.

"I'm so excited," Joan gushed.

"I'd like to find out," Betsy said.

"They're incorrigible, Tommy. Would you take us out this weekend? We would like to go. I promise we'll be ladies, and not embarrass you. We have each other, so we are not predators. But remember, none of us are up for any horizontal hanky panky with you."

Joan was wiggling and giggling.

Zena corrected herself, "But then, Joan doesn't know what she wants or likes. I think she like everything."

"Oh, puke," Margaret said, disgustedly.

I looked at the four while drinking my cold draft.

"Okay. You guys pack up your toiletries and a couple of bottoms in case you get cold feet about going nude. We'll need enough food and drinks for Friday night, Saturday, and through lunch on Sunday. Let's do some meal planning, so we won't buy too much or have too little."

My little notebook served us well in making up a good list of food for our weekend. I added a note to pick up the paint that I wanted to put on the expanded porch.

After two beers, I left them with one last thought.

"I sure hope you all like to come out and will want to come out often. I have to have a female with me, in order to go out there. One or all of you are welcome to come. I promise to keep my hands off you for as long as you wish. I won't promise that I won't get excited over seeing you, but I promise that it will only be for a minute, until I get used to you. See you tomorrow night at five. Be ready for a great weekend."

I was in charge of getting beer, booze, soda, and milk. I stopped at Home Depot first to get the paint for the porch, and then stopped at Publix for the drinks.

At my apartment, I checked my toiletry bag to make sure I had everything. I took along a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, in case it got cool. I had two pairs of sandals already out at the cabin, along with plenty of towels, so I was fixed.

Friday dragged. I was so anxious that I wanted to skip out of work at noon. Instead, as I was getting up to go out for lunch, Zena came up. "Hey Tommy, want to go to lunch? How about the club upstairs?"

"That's a little rich for my blood, Zena. Could we pick a cheaper place?"

"My treat, Tom. Come on, we'll have a real executive lunch, I'll fix it with your boss."

As we passed by Mr. Andrews' office, Zena leaned in and said, "Seth, I'm taking Tom Parks to lunch. I have to talk to him about a couple of new clients. We'll be a little long, today."

All Mr. Andrews did was nod, and we were off to the stratosphere for a 'power lunch'.

Upon being seated, we were catered too unreasonably. Zena was obviously well known, as people were constantly asking her if they could get her anything. She ordered us both martinis, and then proceeded to tell me how excited she was about the weekend.

When our salads came, along with another martini, Zena said, "I have a confession. The company you work for is my uncle's. He hired me to be his marketing manager a couple of years ago. He's the only one in my family that accepts my lesbian lifestyle. You don't seem to be turned off by me being a lez, so I already like you, Tommy. We'll be great friends."

"I really haven't given it much thought, Zena. I like women, but I haven't met any that really do it for me yet. If I could find someone that was a combination of my mom, my aunt Pauline, and my sister, then I would be interested. But then, my sister can be a prude, my mom can be a little narrow, and I think my aunt Pauline liked girls, just like you do."

Zena was laughing. "Are you into incest or what?"

"No, no, not that way! But those are the girls I've been most comfortable with."

"I was just teasing, Tommy. I have a brother that's like my uncle, they both like boys. I wonder how my mom and dad had two gay kids. My brother has a life partner, but my uncle has never settled down. I'm surprised he hasn't approached you yet."

"I've never met him, Zena. I don't even know what he looks like. Every time I've been on the executive floor, he's been out."

"I'll fix that. I'll make sure we eat at his apartment, soon. The man is a great cook. You'll have to watch out for him though. He's pretty slick when he's on the make."

"I don't think I'll have any problem. I really do like girls. I don't know about guys, because I can't think of anything nicer than cuddling up with a nice, soft, curvy girl."

"You almost make it sound appealing, Tommy. I'll bet you'll make some girl happy."

It was almost three by the time we staggered from the restaurant. Zena took me to her office. She had her secretary bring us some coffee, while she showed me some of the plans for one of the buildings her uncle was taking over.

The secretary had a frown on her face as she served me coffee, but Zena said to her, "Don't worry, Sally, I haven't changed my mind. I still like pussy better than prick. This is the guy that's going to take us to the nudist camp, this weekend. You know, you should go with us."

"I couldn't do that, Zena. I can't even get naked with your friends, much less a bunch of men."

Zena turned to me and said, "Kind of bad, huh? I even have a lezzy secretary. I thought it would be easier if I had someone who understood my lifestyle." Zena stood and said, "Come on! Come with me, and let me introduce you to my uncle."

I frowned, but Zena grabbed my hand and pulled me with her, right down the hall until we entered the big double doors to the big guy's office. A male secretary was at the reception desk.

"How may I help you, Zena. Isn't this Tom Parks from architecture?"

"It is, Bruce. I want to see Uncle Bert," Zena said. She turned to me and added, "See, the guys know who you are. Bruce is a little aggressive, so watch out for him."

"Oh, Zena, watch what you say. A nice man like Tom will get the wrong idea."

"Bruce," Zena scoffed, "I don't think Tom plays the same game you do."

Bruce screwed up his mouth and said, "Go on in. Bert isn't doing anything."

Zena went through the big double doors, confronting a man sitting at a huge desk with windows completely backing him.

"Uncle Bert, I want to introduce Tom Parks from architecture. He does the build-out blue print approvals." Zena motioned for me to reach across the desk to shake her uncle's hand and said, "And he's the man I've been waiting for, all my life, Unk."

The man looked up at me with his mouth hanging open and his eyes were as big around as saucers. He whispered, "The man you've been waiting for all your life?"

"Yeah, Unk. A straight guy, that's a nudist. He's going to take me out to his naturist camp this weekend. As a matter of fact, he's taking four of us lezzies out there. Can you believe it? I've finally found the guy of my dreams."

The man began laughing the loudest belly laugh I've ever heard.

"Oh, Zena, I almost thought you were having an epiphany. I thought you were going straight."

"Not a chance, Unk. I'm as queer as you are, just not as couth."

"Ahmmm, Zena. You don't need to be so crude. Mr. Parks may not appreciate the way you can be."

"So far, Unk, he's been unflappable. He professes his love for women but doesn't seem to mind that me and mine like them as well. He didn't even flinch when Bruce made a pass."

The big man sighed as he sat back in his big chair.

"Thank God it's Friday. Every Friday people around here get squirrelly. So, Tom Parks ... you're actually going to take my niece to a nudist camp and parade around in the altogether with her? Are you going to announce her coming wherever you go, or can you control yourself?"

"Well, I sure hope I at least give him a hard-on when he looks at me the first time. After that it would be nice if he just wagged his tail."

"Ha, ha, ha! You are so bad, Zena. Your mother, that's my sister, Tom, raised you to be almost exactly like her. The big difference is she likes guys. Your brother knows the right path, but he doesn't like the naturist lifestyle, does he?"

The whole time they were joking, I was just watching and listening. I was beginning to think perhaps Zena might swing both ways, but she would have to be the one who let me know when she wanted to swing my way.

"Uncle Bert, you need to get to know Tom better. He is a smart guy and can probably help your company. Find out more about him and get him up on this floor, so I can have a buddy up here. You know it won't be an interoffice romance, but it will be a great friendship."

"Fine. I'll do that, Zena baby. Now, how about you two come for dinner Tuesday evening? Bring some wine for some chicken."

"We'll be there, Unk. We're outta here, gotta get on the road for the camp."

"Have a good weekend, you two, and enjoy yourselves. See you Tuesday evening."

I said to Zena, "Let me go down and clean up my desk before I leave. I know no one is in the department on Friday afternoon, but I like it to be neat on Monday, even if there isn't anything big happening."

"Okay, we'll meet you downstairs at the garage elevator in about ten minutes. I'll call the girls."

I cleaned up my desk and rolled up the blueprints I had just completed before lunch. I printed out my notes, slipped them into the rubber band holding the prints, and put them on my boss' desk. The project wasn't due until next Friday, but I had busted butt to get it done quickly. I liked to show I could work efficiently.

I met the girls at the elevator downstairs.

"Okay, we can take my truck as it will seat six, three up front and three in the back. Or you can follow me out, whichever."

Zena said, "Let's throw everything in the back of Tom's truck, and drop off the car at the apartments on the way. Betsy, you drive my car, I'll ride with Tom."

Giggly Joanie said, "Can I ride with you guys. I'll have the whole back seat to myself all the way to the apartment."

Zena rolled her eyes at Joanie's juvenile exuberance.

When we got into my truck, Zena leaned over to me and whispered, "Don't let Margaret the man-hater, or Betsy the ball breaker know we spent the entire afternoon drinking and having a good time. They wouldn't understand. I think Betsy may like guys, too, but won't admit it. Margaret, however, is a real genuine man-hater. Don't know why and don't want to know. Just leave her alone."

I said, "I have the soda, beer, and milk in the two big coolers in the back. There's a box of miscellaneous booze back there too. I have stuff for Margaritas, Mojitos, and even some Bloody Mary mix for in the morning. I bought some gin and scotch too, just for fun. We can have a great time. I have an extra cooler for the meat too. Ice in all of them, of course."

"Wow," Zena exclaimed, "you spent a lot of money for this weekend, is that going to be okay?"

"I've been saving up for this type of thing. I'm stocking up the cabin at the same time. If I can work it out, one of these days I want to move and live out there instead of in an apartment. If my mom and dad didn't think I needed to live on my own, I would have stayed at home. They think I need a place by myself, to bring women. So far, the only women I've had at my apartment, have been my mom and my sister."

"You really don't go out, do you, Tom," Zena asked, almost sounding concerned.

"I have dated occasionally. But like I said, I haven't found anyone interesting enough, yet. I'm patient. The time will come."

We stopped at the apartment complex where my sister and the girls all lived, to drop off Zena's car. The other two girls climbed in the back seat of the crew cab and we were off.

It was only twenty minutes from the apartments, to the camp, but it was like going to another world. I rolled up to the gate, and was passed through by Henry, the ancient security man at the park. He and two other older men were the keepers of the gate. They had been on the gates, since I was a little boy.

We rolled up to the cabin, parking on the side and the girls all jumped out, running up to the door. It was unlocked, as always. We went in and opened the windows, to let some fresh air in. The cabin was under a bunch of towering oak trees that shaded it, and kept the place reasonably cool. The cabin still needed air conditioning on summer afternoons to be comfortable inside, but for the most part, it was fine with the windows open.

"Okay, girls, let's start out the weekend by dusting the place, and wiping down all the counters. I'll mop the kitchen and bathroom floors. Zena, get the vacuum and do the rest of the floors. If the rest of you will dust and wipe down the dusty surfaces, I'll begin bringing in the goodies as soon as I'm done."

It went fast. We all worked together, and hauled everything into the cabin.

As they set all of their stuff down in the living room, I said, "You girls split up between the two bedrooms. I'll sleep out here on the couch. It's a very comfortable couch, so I'll be happy out here. Get your stuff situated and let's get these clothes off."

I began unbuttoning my shirt and Zena began by dropping her skirt. She and I were nude in seconds, while the other three stood gaping at us. Zena said, "Come on you pussies, get your clothes off and enjoy yourself. See Tom didn't even sprout a boner for me. Umm, maybe I spoke too soon. Turn away, Tommy, get over it."

"I'll be fine. The thing just had to say hi. It'll go down, see, it's already drooping."

"Puke," Margaret said, disgustedly.

"Ooh, lookie, look at his thing," Joanie giggled.

"Check these out, stud," Betsy said as she dropped her huge bra, along with her blouse.

My wanger did do an about face and stood right up for Betsy's bazooms, then decided it should lie back down.

"Too much excitement for me, Betsy. Best be careful, all the blood will rush from my head and I'll pass out."

The girls all laughed, including Margaret. I walked out onto the porch stretching, enjoying the freedom and the fresh wind caressing my body. Zena stood next to me and said, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

I hollered to the girls inside, "How about let's go to the pool and do some swimming. The pools heated, so it'll be warm enough."

Zena said, "Go ahead, we'll meetcha. I'll wait for the slowpokes."

A skinny little blonde came running out of the house in her flip-flops saying, "I'll go with you, Tom, do I need a towel?"

"It's still sunny, we'll let the air dry us out. One of the other girls will bring their brush or comb for your hair. Let's go."

We walked to the pool, slid our footwear off, and dove into the pool. Joan couldn't swim well but was able to get around okay.

She said, "Boy, I'll have to learn to swim better, if we come out here a lot. This is fun."

"They have swim classes for all ages every Saturday, Joan. You'll have to come down to get some free lessons."

"I'll do it. Help me remember to come, Tommy. This place is great. I didn't think I could be free and naked like this, but I don't feel funny at all. I guess when people start coming I might, but not yet."

Zena, Margaret, and big-boobed Betsy came to the pool. This was my first appraisal of Margaret. She wasn't bad looking, a little extra padding around the middle, but not bad. She had shoulders like a football player and narrow hips and she didn't have much of a butt, an almost flat backside. Betsy was the conundrum. She was about five three, and would normally be about hundred ten, sort of thick but still slim, heavier, stockier, muscular, with a chest on her that was enormous. I'd bet she'd already heard every big tit joke ever told. That's probably why she was so self-conscious about them.

We all swam and splashed for a while before getting out as some more people came. I tried to introduce the girls to everyone that came, but people and families were coming faster than I could go. Mr. Franks came up to me and said, "Nice of you to bring the young ladies with you. We're having a campfire later tonight. Bring them around for some marshmallows. They'll meet everyone in time."

Zena had taken up with one of the young wives with kids and was deep in conversation with her. Betsy was talking to an older lady and her husband, while Margaret and Joanie were sort of hiding behind me as I greeted people. As we were meeting people, I did the unthinkable, I put my arm around Margaret and Joanie, holding them to me as I spoke to various couples and older folks.

Margaret said quietly, "I want to go back to the cabin."

"Okay, let me tell Zena and Betsy. I'll take you."

"I want to go by myself. You stay away from me. Don't touch me."

I must have turned red, embarrassed, as Mrs. Wilson came up to me and asked, "Are you okay, Tommy, you're all red."

Little Joanie didn't know what to think. She had heard Margaret but didn't understand as we were all having fun, or so we thought.

Zena and Betsy noticed Margaret take off and came over to Joanie and me. "What happened, did you get to close to her, Tommy?" Zena asked.

Joanie put her hand to her mouth and said, "Oh, I didn't think about that, Tommy had his arm around both of us, holding us to him and was introducing us to people. I'll bet that's what Margaret's upset about. Tommy's like a brother to us. He's just with us, he ain't like a guy on the prowl are you, Tommy?"

Betsy said, "I'll go settle her down. You can put your arm around me anytime, Tommy. Just don't think that I've changed my mind about bed partners and you and I will be fine."

Little Joanie said, "What's the big deal. My goodness, we're adults here. I'm not even afraid of Tommy, why would big ole Margaret be so afraid?"

As she pulled Joanie and me to her and led us toward the cabin, Zena said, "It's just the way some people are, Joanie. You and me, we might just like a little attention from Tommy, but don't tell the others, they wouldn't understand."

"Oh, Zena, would you do that with Tommy? Would you really? That makes me excited. I wonder what it's like to be with a guy." She looked at me and asked, "Tommy, maybe you'll show me one of these days."

"Don't be in a rush, Joan, perhaps one of these days. I don't do stuff with people just to do it. I have to have feeling for them too. I'm a little old fashioned that way."

Zena hugged me to her as she walked, "You're one of a kind, Tommy. Here we are walking nude together with Joan trying to get you into her panties, and you're turning her down. Isn't that something? We'll work on him, Joanie, and make him show us all about guys."

Joanie giggled, "Ooh, I can't wait. I'm getting slippery just thinking about it."

Zena said, "You know Joan is the oldest among us. She's twenty-six, I'm twenty-two, and the other two are both twenty-three. I already know you're twenty-four and will be twenty-five in June."

"I don't think our ages mean much out here," I said, thinking of us as a group. "I don't think they mean much between us either. Come on, let's see if we can make Margaret feel better."

Margaret was dressed, sitting on the couch with a still nude Betsy next to her. Margaret had been crying, so I quickly went to the bedroom and put on some shorts then went back to Margaret and kneeled in front of her.

"Margaret, I'm sorry I touched you. I didn't mean for it to be intimate or to be imposing. I meant it to display to others that we were friends and stood together to meet new people. Please, relax with us, relax here, these are all good people."

Margaret's eyes opened and immediately noticed that I had shorts on. Her mouth was straight, tight with clenched teeth. She said, "Are you mocking me with those shorts on."

"I'm just trying to make you comfortable. I want to be your friend, a non-sexual friend, and a non-gender friend. Come on, Margaret. Make me your friend, and know that we can be friends with or without clothes."

I could see Betsy holding her breath as she knew how much of a man-hater Margaret was. Margaret looked at me and said, "Take those shorts off. This is your place. You don't wear clothes here. Sit on the couch. Betsy, Zena, sit next to him. I want to test him. I'll see what he really thinks."

I was confused, and I think Betsy and Zena were equally confused. I sat down with Betsy to my right and Zena to my left.

Joanie sat between my legs, and laid her head back onto the couch. Her hair flipped over my dick, tickling me. I didn't squirm, but was having trouble trying to hold myself limp.

Zena didn't help as she took my hand and was holding it in her lap with my fingertips barely touching her pubic hair. Betsy on the other side was holding my arm with one of her gargantuan breasts lying across my arm on my chest. If anything is going to get you up, what was happening to me would.

Margaret stood in front of me and just opened her arms with her palms out as if to say, "Here I am."

She turned to the big radio on the table and turned it on searching until she found the easy jazz station. Margaret turned back to us, unbuttoned her skirt, and let it drop, revealing her bottom covered in some old fashioned full panties over a broad bottom. Next, she unbuttoned her blouse, almost slowly, almost teasingly, one button at a time looking me in the eyes the whole time.

When she let the blouse slide to the floor, she posed again with her arms out and palms facing us, showing herself in bra and full panties.

With a determined look on her face, she passed her hands over the points of her bra-covered breasts. As she did that, she closed her eyes briefly as she teased her nipples. Her hands unclasped the bra's center clasp and let the cups fall away from her medium sized breasts that were either large Bs or small Cs, but rock hard firm. Margaret let the bra slide down her arms to fall onto her blouse and skirt gathered at her feet. She brought both hands up her sides to cup her breasts, almost offering them to us.

My dick lurched within Joanie's hair. She didn't help as she moved her head back and forth. I'm sure Zena's and Betsy's eyes could see me growing but didn't say anything.

Next Margaret moved her hands back down her body pushing her hands beneath the waistband, pushing the panties down her thighs, all the way to the floor.

While still looking me in the eye, Margaret pulled one foot then the other from her panties, standing with her legs spread wide, twirling the panties with one hand while raking her other hand through her thick dark pubic hair. Something about the sensuousness of the scene did me in as my dick rose straight up. It was a full-blown hard-on, noticeable by the world.

Margaret grinned widely and came down to kneel in front of Joanie and me.

"You got a hard-on from watching me, you really did. Look at you, your dick is standing up, really big."

The unthinkable happened, Margaret reached out and gently grasped my hard dick and gripped it with one then two hands.

"Look at this thing, both of my hands can't even hold it all, and it's big like that, just from looking at me."

Margaret looked up at me and said, "This is the first time in my life I've ever known a man to be genuinely excited by looking at me. I like it. I don't want a man, but I like knowing I can excite one, that I'm at least appealing."

Betsy said, "If you keep playing with that thing it's going to go off. I know what those things can do."

"I may want to see if he can get even more excited from just watching me. I'll just dance for him and you can make it squirt or whatever it does."

"You'll have to let it go if you're going to dance for him, Maggie," Betsy said. "Stand up and show him your body. Show us all your body. Show us how sexy you are, and show us how ready for us you are."

Instead of moving away, Margaret came up close to me, her lips almost touching mine, looking into my eyes as she held my dick in a chokehold.

"Tommy, I don't want to fuck you, but I want you to want me. I want you to get off looking at me. Please, show me I'm a woman."

Something snapped inside me and my juices began shooting up between us landing on Margaret and my face, her breasts, and our stomachs. She was almost smothering little Joanie.

The sensation of my semen landing all over her caused Margaret to shudder. She actually had juices run down her leg.

I was terrified that I had gone too far, that my body had betrayed me and possibly scared poor Margaret away for life.

Instead, Margaret got the sexiest look on her face that a girl could ever get. With my cum dripping from our mouths, she pressed her lips to mine and gave me a soul kiss that kept my dick rock solid. Of course, she still had a choke hold on it but she kept kissing me, using her tongue to lick more of my juice between our lips.

Margaret pulled from me and looked down at herself with cum dripping from her nipples. "Isn't that the sexiest thing you've ever seen in your life. Sorry Joanie, I didn't mean to smother you. Here, lick some of this from my nipple."

Joanie latched onto Margaret's cum covered nipple, sucking it into her mouth lustily. Margaret leaned back on her heels letting go of me with one hand and dropping her now free hand to her own center.

"Oh my God! I came so hard, and I wasn't even touching myself. Did you see that? He came from looking at me! A man got off on me! A good looking man squirted his stuff all over me, from just looking at me!"

I didn't want to tell her the chokehold she had on me probably had something to do with it.

Margaret smiled, and let go of me.

"Now, I'm a woman. I may not like men but I like you, Tommy. I want you to do that again for me one of these days. I want your stuff all over me like it is now. I want Joanie to suck the stuff off my nipple and play with herself just like she did. I want all of it again."

Betsy looked at me with glazed eyes and said, "In about two seconds I think you're going to have to fuck me. I'm about to explode."

Zena took hold of me from Margaret and said, "Does this thing give that much pleasure? Maybe I'll have to find out more about you and this thing."

Little Joanie turned around and looked at my still very hard dick, "I'll bet that thing feels better than those cold dildos I use at home. I think we should try it out while we are here."

Betsy turned to me and said in my ear, "Please, come with me into the bedroom for a few minutes. I need what you have."

Margaret said, "Oh, no you don't! If you're going to do something with him, you have to do it in front of us, just like I did. Go ahead, do it! Don't hurt him, but do it to him."

"Oh, God! I'm so hot, I have to have something, now!"

Betsy swung her leg over my lap, grabbing my dick from Zena, then centered me and forced herself down onto me, groaning.

"Oh, God, that feels so good. Oh so much better than rubber."

Betsy smothered me with her huge breasts and began riding me, as she was used to doing all the work at home with her own toys. She was busily pounding away until she groaned loudly collapsing on me. Her huge breasts cushioned her on my chest.

Zena leaned over me and asked, "Did you do it in her, did you squirt in her?"

"No, I can't do that in her, we shouldn't be doing this without protection anyway. I can't let her take a chance."

Zena kissed me saying, "You are the man for us. Just the guy for a bunch of lezzies: a real boy-toy. Get up, Betsy, you better get off that thing before it wants to squirt again. That thing will make babies you know."

Betsy looked at her, turned and looked at me. She kissed me softly and said, "Maybe I might want a baby. What do you think, Tommy, want to make a baby in me?"

"That's scary, Betsy, don't say those things. I couldn't do that to you. We're not even married, or engaged, or anything."

Zena said, "See what I mean, the next thing you know he's going to propose to all of us."

Joanie climbed up to the side of me and said, "Yes, I'll marry you right now! Yes!"

Margaret came around to the back of the couch and leaned over me and said, "Isn't this something. This guy gets off on me, the real man-hater, then he fucks my lesbian girl friend, or was that she fucked him?"

I tried to lighten the situation, "How about we all get up and have a beer or a drink? I think it's time for supper. There's too much heavy stuff going on around here."

Betsy smiled at me, kissed me again, and got up. My dick was still board stiff, waving around in the breeze. Joanie was looking at it, grasped it, leaned over and very gently and kissed it.

She licked her lips and said, "Tastes like Betsy."

With that, she opened up, and took about five inches into her mouth, until she gagged a little. She only backed off a fraction. She kept this up until I pulled her from me. She had a hurt look on her face, "I wanted to taste you again. Let me, please, let me get it out."

What's a guy to do? Zena leaned over to me and gently kissed me, as she took hold of me and stroked me into Joanie's mouth. With Zena's kisses and stroking, Betsy's breasts still lying on my arm, Margaret's caressing of my head, and Joanie's sucking on my knob...

It took about sixty seconds for my second load to shoot up into Joanie's mouth. It sounded like she was choking, but she kept right on sucking. Cum was drooling from her nostrils, and more was oozing from her lips around my cock.

As I began going limp, Joanie rose off of me with a 'pop'.

She said, while whipping the juice from her face, "I really like the taste of that stuff. Here ... Margaret, Betsy, kiss me. Taste it."

Both girls gave her a deep kiss while I was still kissing Zena. Zena said, "You know, you kiss very nice for a guy. I like kissing you."

I groaned as my well-used cock twitched.

"Enough, girls. Let's make supper. I think a steak is in order. Everyone agree?"

They came out of their zone and all agreed. I started the grille while they began making salad and nuking some potatoes. Joanie decided to be the bartender and Mojitos were served all around.

The whole time we were cooking supper, the four girls kept comparing their feelings of what had happened. I kept thinking that any minute, the four admitted lesbians would realize that two had completely crossed the line, and the other two were leaning that way.

We ate salads, followed by some delicious Porterhouse steaks. Our baked potatoes were served with sour cream, and some fresh broccoli was steamed on the stove. The girls mostly drank soda, while Zena and I drank a beer with our meal.

When we were finished, the five of us made short work of washing, drying, and putting away the dishes. We went out onto the big porch to sit for a few minutes before going down to the campfire.

Joanie was sitting on the glider with Margaret and asked, "Does what we did constitute being heterosexual?"

Margaret said, "Probably a little, but I only held him and kissed him. I did taste his stuff though."

"I already knew I was bisexual," Betsy said. "I just don't like the way guys paw me and twist my nipples. You would think all I am is two big tits."

Zena commented, "You know you like your breasts played with, Betsy. You love for us to suck on them, bite your nipples, and just rub our hands all over them."

"I know, but you all do it so gently, so smoothly that it makes me tingle whenever you touch me. You tease my breasts until I'm absolutely flooded, then you taste me until I explode." Betsy shivered talking about it.

Margaret put her arm around Joanie, pulling the tiny girl to her, "Then we all get "Joanie-the-mouth" to drive us all nuts. Joanie has the most active mouth of all of us, on all of us."

"She sure proved she has a BI-sexual mouth this afternoon," Zena said, sitting next to me on a patio loveseat. "My goodness, she sucked Tommy as well as any porn star we've ever watched."

Zena turned to me and asked, "What do you think, Tommy? Want to be our experimental boy toy? I think all of us are curious about men, and we're especially curious about you. Will you let us use you to find out more about men, and how we feel about them?"

Margaret offered, "I don't think I'm willing to fuck you, but I think I'd like to do what Joanie did. If I know our little imp like I think I do, she's going to sit on that thing of yours before the weekend is over. Tommy, I hope you have some condoms so you don't knock any of us up?"

I was a little red faced at the question. Betsy noticed and asked, "You don't have any condoms with you do you? You brought us out here with the intention of just enjoying our company and not our bodies. You're so sweet, Tommy. I almost wish you had filled me up with all that stuff you fed Joanie."

Zena, ever the coolest head of the group said, "Don't get carried away girls, none of us need to be raising a kid right now. We've talked about maybe having one or two among us; but I know that I, for one, would rather have it planned."

It was getting dark and we could see the big campfire starting down by the rec center. Joanie asked, "I'm getting a little chilly, is it permissible to put on some clothes to go down there?"

Zena and I answered at the same time, "This is a naturist camp."

She stuttered, and I continued with, "You can be nude, partially clothed, or fully dressed and you will be equally accepted. I think I'm going to put something on too. It might be warm down by the fire, but it will be cold between here and there."

We all put on some clothes to walk down to the campfire. I think the girls were all surprised to find that almost everyone was clothed to one degree or another. Parents were supervising the kids as they stuck marshmallows into the flames of the fire using long forks just for the occasion. The four young ladies instantly became little girls, getting a fork and marshmallows to roast.

The men stood behind the kids and ladies, watching and passing a couple bottles of schnapps around to warm us up.

When Zena had her fill of toasted marshmallows, she came to stand beside me, leaning up against me. Mrs. Franks was standing with Mr. Franks and commented, "So, Tommy, is this your lady friend? Is she the one who finally has caught your eye?"

"We're just real good friends, Mrs. Franks. Zena and I work for the same company and have become good friends."

"I know you passed on every eligible young lady out here while your aunt was still alive, so this one must be something special."

Zena was holding my arm but said, "I couldn't do much better, Ma'am. Tom is a really great guy but we kind of live different lifestyles. I did grow up in a naturist family and lived most of my youth in a place just like this. Up in Atlanta we don't have warm days twelve months a year, but we do have a fairly long spring and summer."

"Well, it's nice to see Tommy bring some friends out to the park," Mrs. Franks said. "You need to keep coming with him so he can come out. We have some rather strict rules about single men out here."

Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were standing with us also. Mrs. Wilson said, "All of us older women have sort of helped raise Tommy. His mom and his sister didn't come that often, but she did come last weekend with that friend of hers. Anyway, Tommy is special to all of us. Whenever we've needed help, Tommy is always ready and willing. That's why the men built his big porch for him so quick. They all help each other."

Zena said, "We're going to paint the porch in the morning. We brought the paint with us. Tommy said he would paint the deck Sunday morning before we leave so it will have a chance to dry while he's away."

"That's nice young lady, ah, Zena," Mrs. Wilson said. "Come back with Tommy often. He needs a lady friend for out here, as well as for his personal life."

As the campfire crowd began to dissipate, the girls and I walked down by the lake to see the full moon shine its path across the water. It was a beautiful sight. Several young teen couples were sitting on the man made beach by the lake, looking at the painting the evening sky had given us.

Back at the cabin, I closed the windows as the temperature had dropped into the high sixties. I made sure everyone had blankets for the beds, and that I had a couple for the couch. I received hugs from everyone, as we got ready for a good night's sleep.

"Tommy? Tommy! Wake up, Tommy," a soft voice whispered in my ear.

I opened my eyes to see Zena kneeling by the couch.

"Is something the matter, Zena?"

"No, I just wanted to snuggle with you. Would mind if I lay with you? I want you to hold me."

"I'm naked, Zena, I sleep this way."

"I do too, Tommy, it'll be alright. I want to feel your skin against mine."

"But, Zena," I protested, "you're gonna feel more than just my skin against you. I won't be able to help it, especially in the morning."

"That's okay, Tommy, it won't bother me. I know you won't do anything to me I don't want."

I held up the two blankets that I was wrapped up in and Zena slid down next to me. The couch wasn't that big since it was still folded up as just a couch. I thought of pulling it out to make a bed, but Zena was already squirming around getting comfortable, holding my hand around her, and hugging herself to me. It was a good thing I was still groggy with sleep or my lower parts would have been waking up.

I gently kissed the back of Zena's neck, and she gave an "Mmmmm."

We both drifted off to sleep in just moments.

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 2



I could hear hushed voices near me as I came awake. I was pressed into the back of the couch by a soft body in front of me. Remembering Zena coming to be cuddled, I wasn't concerned, but I then realized she had my hand held around her, cupping a breast. My lower extremities became alert, and the sensation of cupping an unfamiliar breast quickly had me sticking out.

Zena lifted a leg, letting my dick snap up between her legs, resting against her down covered pussy. She dropped her thigh trapping me between her legs pushing back against me firmly.

"I bet he's hard and Zena just let his thing get up between her legs." That was Betsy. "Guys always get hard in the morning."

"I wanna see it. I want to see how she has it between her legs." Joanie, the ever curious, was speaking.

Margaret the man-hater said, "Aren't they so sweet, sleeping together like that. Can you believe the way Zena is hanging on to him constantly? You would think she was hetero and trying to trap a husband the way she's acting. I don't blame her though. I think I'd like to snuggle like that with a man. They're so much bigger, firmer. I'll bet it feels good to have his hairy chest against your back."

"Don't, Joanie, you'll wake them up," Betsy admonished.

"I just want to look at them under the blanket. I can't see how they're touching, what they look like together. If I just lift the blanket gently, I won't wake them."

As cooler air hit my legs, Zena pushed pack into me, gripping my hand against her breast even more firmly.

"Look, look at his thing sticking out between Zena's legs. It looks like she has a penis. It's all red and swollen, I'll bet it's ready to squirt again. Zena has his hand on her breast. That's so sexy, so intimate."

Betsy admonished again, "Put the blanket down right now, you little imp. Let's leave them alone. Come on, Maggie, let's make some coffee.'

Zena squirmed against me at that second and said, "Yeah, make some coffee. Your little show and tell woke me up, Joanie. Haven't you ever seen anyone snuggling before?"

"Look between your legs, Zeeny, you've got a dick. When did you grow that?"

Zena let my hand rest on her breast and moved her hand to feel the head of my dick that was sticking between her legs. "You're right, Joanie, I do have a growth down there. Kinda close to my pussy, too. I better be careful or it could just sneak in there. Did you want to see that Joanie, you little pervert? Did you want to see Zena, the confirmed lesbian, spitted on this big dick."

"Oh, Zena, don't make me drool. You know I love to watch almost anything sexy. How does it feel to have him play with your breasts?"

Zena answered, "He's not really playing with them, just holding one in his sleep. If he pinches a nipple, I'll know he's awake. Ouch, he's awake. I better get away from him or he'll attack."

"Oooh, yeah! I want to watch," Joanie gasped.

"You're terrible, Joanie," Betsy said. "Let's start breakfast."

Zena slid around, sitting up, and I did the same, keeping the blanket over my middle to hide my erection. I said, "I need to go to the bathroom. Let me go first, okay?"

I went to the bathroom where my dick wilted while I was peeing. I shook off then washed my hands and dick, plus brushed my teeth. When I got back into the living room, Zena got up to do her thing in the bathroom. I sat on the couch as Betsy and Joanie, who were still sitting on the floor in front of the couch, began commenting.

"It's all little again," Joanie said. "I like it better when it sticks up, big and hard."

"Me, too," Betsy said, "I know how to make it big again real quick."

"How, Betsy? Show me," Joanie pleaded.

"All you have to do is just hold it and squeeze it gently, along with his round things underneath. It'll get big quick, watch."

"Spread your legs a little, Tommy, let me hold you." Betsy picked up my growing dick and held it as blood flowed into it, quickly firming it up. With her other hand, Betsy was holding my balls, gently massaging and squeezing them."

"Ooh, he's all big again, Betsy. Doesn't that make you wet. It really makes me that way. I feel all sexy. Maybe we should go back to bed for a little while."

"Well, you can use your mouth on my boobs or my pussy, Joanie. I'm going to play with this thing right here. If he had one of those condom things, I'd fuck him. That really felt good, yesterday."

Joanie said, "I should put him in me, I bet I wouldn't get pregnant. I'm too little to get pregnant."

"Dummy, your mom is tiny and she had you and your two brothers. As hot as you are, if you're anywhere near ovulation, you'll get knocked up."

"But I want to feel it in me, Betsy. You did. It's not fair! I want to feel it inside me, too."

"We'll borrow Tommy's truck and go into a drugstore and get some condoms. That way we can all experiment with him."

Zena came in and said, "You two are not very nice. You're playing with our guy, getting him all worked up, and his balls are going to swell up and hurt. You can't just get him all worked up then leave him."

"What do we do with him, Zena?" Betsy asked.

"What did you two do with him yesterday? What made his thing go soft?"

Joanie smiled, "I know, he likes me to suck on him. I think I'll have some breakfast. You said it was all protein, Betsy, so it's probably good for me. I wonder if it tastes different in the morning."

Joanie knelt in front of me and just swallowed me whole.

Betsy said, "No fair! I get to try that, too. Let me."

Zena sat down next to me and asked, "What do you think. Do you want a couple of cock sucking lezzies to tend to you every morning?"

I laughed, causing my dick to sink past Joanie's gag area. Her eyes opened wide while she forced herself down hard until her lips were buried in my pubic hair. She swallowed a few times, slowly pulled me from her throat, before pulling off completely.

"Did you see that, did you? Did you see? I swallowed the whole thing! I'm just like that movie, Deep Throat. That was fun, it throbs in your throat. I'll bet I can make him squirt straight into my stomach. But if I did that, I wouldn't taste it. I like the way it tastes."

Betsy said, "Let me try. Let me see if it will go in my throat."

Zena was laying her head on my shoulder, watching the antics of her two friends. She held my stiffie up for Betsy to try to swallow, but she gagged with only four inches in her mouth.

She said, "I never could give decent head. Guess that's why I gave up on guys. They wouldn't eat pussy and I didn't suck cock very well."

Zena said, "Just suck the head, the tip, stroke him with one hand, and squeeze his balls gently with the other. He'll squirt."

Betsy began stroking me, and sucking just the head of my dick into her mouth. She repeated this over and over until my balls were tingling and my legs stiffened

Zena could gauge my excitement and said, "He's getting ready, if you don't want to taste him, you'd better pull off."

Betsy looked determined, while Joanie looked disappointed next to her. Just a couple more sucks on the head of my dick, accompanied by some tongue on the underside, and her hand stroking me, did the trick. With a groan, I swelled in Betsy's mouth, and shot a huge stream into her throat.

Betsy coughed and raised her mouth from my dick. As Joanie lunged onto my dick, I shot a stream up her face with some streaking into her hair, nose, and eyes. The next few shots were consumed by the vociferous hunger Joanie displayed. Again, she pulled off my wilting dick with a pop, and displayed her mouth full of come. She pulled Betsy to her and pushed her back onto the floor, locking her mouth onto Betsy's. You could see her working her mouth, pushing my cum into Betsy's mouth.

Joanie sat up and raked a finger down her face, gathering up the stuff that was shot there by me. She looked at it then pressed her finger to Zena's mouth. Zena opened her mouth and sucked the finger clean. She was tasting my offering, and thinking about the taste.

"Not bad. I may try some fresh from the spigot one of these days. At least I know what to expect now."

Margaret came in with a hand full of mugs and the coffee pot, "Coffee, everyone? I could hear you guys. Joanie you are such a shit disturber. You always want to do something, try something, or experiment. This time I'm with you. Have some coffee everyone, I've got bacon frying. Come help me with the eggs and toast."

Zena held me down while Joanie and Betsy followed Margaret back to the kitchen. "You don't mind my friends experimenting with you do you? They don't mean any harm. They're just curious and you're a safe person to experiment with."

"Naw," I said, with a smile. "How could a guy object to getting some attention like that in the morning? They were having fun and it obviously felt really good to me. I just don't want to scare them, scare them away from men. Some men are good. They should be able to enjoy both men and women."

"How many times a day can you squirt like that. Will it hurt you to do it too much?"

"Guys have a built in safety I think. When they've had enough, they can't get it up anymore. I'm probably good for three or four times a day. I don't know, though, because I've never tried to see how many times a day I could get off."

Zena hugged my arm then kissed my cheek.

"This is all very exciting and mysterious in some ways. I know what guys do and what happens, but I've never felt a guy up close like you. I let my uncle do some stuff with me, but he likes guys and he only wants to do to me what a guy does to a guy. He's wanted me to suck him, but I just haven't. I'll have to take Joanie to see him and let her suck him dry."

"You'll have to tell me about you letting your uncle do you like he does boys. That sounds interesting. Doesn't it hurt?"

Zena thought for a second, then said, "Not really, Unk is super gentle. He knows how to do it, I guess ... and, he uses lots of slippery stuff. He's not big like you but he's pretty long, almost as long as you are. After we get going, it feels pretty good to me. I can get off, if I do myself at the same time he does me."

I frowned and asked, "Why would you do that with him?"

"He doesn't have a regular friend and he won't do Bruce, because Bruce is an employee. I know what horny is, so we were talking about it and I told him to imagine that I was a guy and he should just bend me over. I didn't want to suck him, so he did me. I like to do things for him. I've even done my brother like that since my first time with Unk. I like taking care of them that way."

"Pretty extreme, if you ask me," I said getting up, pulling Zena up with me.

"Don't tell the girls I do that. I don't think they would understand."

"Why did you tell me?" I asked, a little bewildered.

"Because, you and I have something between us. I don't know what it is, but we do. Let's give it some time. We'll figure it out. Let's get breakfast."

After breakfast I said I was going to paint the porch. My plan was to paint everything but the deck, and do that Sunday morning before we left. Zena and Margaret wanted to help, so I had them begin on the railing. There was a lot to do as the new porch was fourteen feet deep and stretched the entire sixty feet of the front of the cabin. My eventual plan was to screen it all in so I could have the big porch as another living room. I had even thought of getting one of those outdoor pool tables.

Betsy and Joanie wanted to borrow my truck for awhile. They said they wanted to get some more steaks for this evening. They promised to bring some Subways for lunch when they came back.

I worked on all the overhead trim and finished it about the time the girls finished the railing. We decided to break for lunch and what do you know Betsy and Joanie came back right then. We washed up the brushes and put the paint and tools away. We might do the house trim next but there was no rush.

We sat out on the porch eating our sandwiches, drinking Coke and talking about possibly going down to the lake and using a couple of canoes.

It was funny; Margaret had adapted to the park better than I would have expected. After her blowup yesterday, she seemed to have more confidence in herself now. I think she realized that no one at the park was judgmental of her body. Naturists are exactly that, they live with nature and are a part of it. Betsy was self-conscious about her huge boobs, but just forgot about it and enjoyed being nude. Little Joanie was like a little kid. Oh boy, no clothes!

We went for a canoe ride with two canoes. Zena and Betsy rode in one while Margaret and Joanie wanted to be in the one I was in. We paddled all over, looking at the sights, seeing some little furry critters, muskrats, swimming in and out of a bunch of brush. We saw lots of turtles up on logs sunning themselves, but we didn't see any snakes. We came back to the main park area about four-thirty, ready for a beer and to think about supper. The girls all wanted to swim before supper, so we skipped getting towels and just dropped our shoes and jumped in. We swam and splashed with the kids in the pool. We were being silly, unlike the 'cool teens', who were scandalized by our antics. We had a great time.

We finally began supper about seven, finishing the dishes a little before nine. We were all fairly loose after having several drinks and finishing a couple bottles of wine that Betsy and Joanie had gotten. Since the house was warm, everyone was still bare.

Joanie was leaning back against Betsy, holding her big boobs up and pressing them to the side of her head. It was almost comical as Betsy's breasts stuck out farther than Joanie's face. They would almost wrap around her, covering her face.

Betsy was idly playing with Joanie's nipples and occasionally raking her fingers through Joanie's fuzzies.

Margaret was telling us how she had become so anti-man. When she was in high school, some guys made fun of her constantly, then one time, they caught her out on the baseball field by herself and tried to rape her. She had fought them hard; yelling and hollering until a coach finally had come out to find out what happening. She said that after that incident the same guys constantly called her a lesbian, so when another girl had approached her, she knew that liked girls and just easily fell into the lifestyle. She said she enjoyed being with girls, and up till yesterday, had resented that men didn't look at her as a woman.

Betsy's story was a little different. She had been with guys and was even engaged once, but her fiancé had taken off with another girl. Every time she went out with a guy, all they wanted to do was get hold of her breasts. She said a next-door neighbor seduced her into lady loving, and all of a sudden, Betsy was swinging in the other court. She said she was introduced to many other women that liked to play with women. Most were BI-sexual, but she had just migrated to women only as the men were always so grabby.

Joanie had a sad look on her face when it was her turn. None of the boys wanted to go out with her because she was so small and flat chested.

"I used to have sleepovers with my girlfriends and we would often play around. Around fifteen, one of my girlfriends said she only liked girls and she wanted to play with me. You know me. I like to play, anytime, anywhere, so we got together. I still see her sometimes, but I didn't want a permanent partner. You three are more permanent that she ever was. I'm kind of funny, though. I think I want to play around with a guy but I'm afraid, except with Tommy. He lets us have fun without pushing us to do anything. Funny isn't it, if a guy is laid back, we go after him."

The girls all looked at Zena for her story. She shrugged her shoulders and said,

"When I was eight, nine, and ten, I had a nanny that kept my brother and me. She used to bathe us together and dress us together all the time. Then she began dressing us separately and putting us to bed separately. She used to play with me, touch me, and have me touch her. I really liked it. She would get me off over and over again at night before bed. I did her the same. I found out later that she would do the same with my brother, getting him off over and over again. He said she even let him fuck her in the butt. He said she wouldn't let him do it the right way because he began squirting early, and she didn't want to get pregnant. I guess he liked doing it in the butt so much, he now only does guys. Me, I like what girls do with each other. I like to eat pussy. I like my pussy to be eaten. We never did put things in each other's pussies except our fingers and tongues. I've just never been with a guy until now, with Tom. He's kind of fascinating, kind of scary, and very exciting."

Betsy asked, "What about you, Tommy, tell us about how you became heterosexual and have stayed that way."

I laughed, "Easy, my mom and dad were always fooling with each other. My sister and I caught them hundreds of times on the living room couch. They didn't think it was wrong to just do it when they wanted each other, and they wanted each other often. I think they still do, but I'm not around to see it.

"I used to come out here with my aunt. She was the nudist. Once when my mom and dad were out here with my aunt, my sister and I came back from the lake early and found my dad, mom, and my aunt all in bed together. My sister and I thought mom and Aunt Pauline were hurting Dad, as Mom was sitting on his face while Aunt Pauline was sitting on his middle. They told us Dad was fine and for us to go back outside. We did, but my sister wanted to sneak some more looks, so we went to the side of the cabin and watched. I think we figured out that adults did that stuff. My sister and I talked about trying it, but we never did. She said only people who love each other did that stuff. She said that dad loved both of the sisters, but was married to Mom.

"An older girl out here showed me the ropes when I was fourteen. We did it lots, until I was sixteen and she was eighteen. Then she found another boyfriend.

"There was an older lady that had me do some odd jobs around her house. She was the one who showed me how to make love to a girl. She loved to have me kiss, lick, and suck on her titties for hours. She showed me how to make love to her pussy. I could make her crazy kissing, touching, and sucking on her. She loved to kiss so we kissed for hours too. Because of my age, I could come over and over again, so we would fool around all day with me coming six, seven, eight times a day. She said her husband knew I was coming over every day and approved. She said he felt like this made her more exciting when he came home.

"They moved away, so my pussy supply went dry again. I had a girlfriend in town that did stuff, but she wouldn't come out here, and thought I was some kind of freak. I was fairly active with girls in college, but nothing serious and no real regular or steady girlfriends. Just fuck buddies. Since then, I've had some girlfriends, but as soon as they find out I like to be nude, they're gone."

While I was telling my sexual history story, my dick had thickened and elongated until it was ready to jump into action if just invited a little.

As she pinched Joanie's nipple with one hand and played with her pussy with the other, Betsy said, "Joanie and I bought some condoms today. She wants to have the real thing inside her. Would you do that for her Tommy? She's so slippery right now, I think you could slide a log up there."

Joanie looked at me with smoky eyes, "Please, would you make love to me? Would you?"

Zena leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "Do it, make love to her. I'll help."

The blankets were still on the couch, so I spread them on the floor and laid Joanie back on them. She is so small, that it is fun to just run your hand over her small frame. She has breasts, just not large. When I reached to kiss Joanie, she responded by latching onto me, holding me and pulling me down to lie next to her.

I kissed her for a long time, moving to kiss her ears, eyes, neck, and down to her nipples. Going back to her lips, dipping down to her stomach, and then progressing to her slippery pussy was an easy move. Her fragrance was sexy, and oozed with female hormones. The first kiss on her pussy had her coming. A finger introduced had her coming again.

The combination of mouth and fingers had her screaming until she yelled, "Put it in, put it in."

Betsy was right there with a condom and insisted on rolling it on, making sure there was a reservoir for the juices to expand into. My fingers had told me she didn't have a hymen, and that she was used to having something inside her as well. As I put my dick, enclosed in slippery rubber, up to her pussy lips, Joanie pushed her pussy straight up at me, engulfing all of me. The little girl was able to take every centimeter, and groaned with satisfaction as she did.

Joanie's little hips began a rapid up and down, sucking me in on every stroke, until I could feel myself ready to come. Joanie had never stopped she was coming continuously.

When I said, "I'm gonna cum, it's coming," she surprised me.

She pushed me from her, stripped the covering off my dick, and began jacking me off quickly.

Joanie said, "Come on me, squirt me, cover me with your stuff. I want to feel it."

My part was easy. I launched a huge load up her body to cover her face, mouth, and breasts. Each jet of sperm was rubbed onto her breasts, then her face and mouth, until my dick was going limp. Joanie smiled up at me and gave me a big kiss.

"That was so good. My first fuck and you made me come so hard, I thought I would lose it."

Zena had gotten a washcloth and was gently washing Joanie, cleaning her face as Joanie lay back, luxuriating in her satisfied feeling.

Margaret was sitting cross-legged with her hand in her crotch. Her mouth was hanging open, staring at my now limp dick.

She said, "That was something. I might do that one of these days. Would you make love to me, Tommy?"

I crawled to Margaret and gently kissed her on the lips, "When you want me, Margaret, I would be honored. I would love to make love to you."

She shivered from her excitement, probably coming again and again from watching, and imagining it was her being made love to.

When I went back to the blanket, Betsy pushed me on my back and said, "You've been doing all the loving. I want to love on you a little."

She kissed me as I had kissed Joanie, then rose up, pushing a big fat nipple into my mouth, telling me to suck and to imagine I'm sucking milk from her.

She kissed me everywhere, sucked my nipples, a first for me, kissed my stomach and attempted to swallow my rejuvenated dick. She stroked it and sucked it. With deft hands, Betsy rolled a condom on me and straddled my hips, to slowly sink down on me while her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth was open in a perfect "O."

Betsy had some strong athletic hips. She fucked me steadily until a leg straddled my face and a pussy was lowered to my mouth. The extra excitement of having two women at the same time was getting to me. Betsy was coming. I could feel her squeezing my dick. My face rider was already slumping, coming continuously.

Zena, the face rider exclaimed, "Oh Tommy, you're making me come and come. So nice, so good, I can't take any more."

As Zena rolled off me and turned to kiss me, Betsy and Zena's heads bumped each other. Betsy doubled her efforts, whispering to me, "Come in me, shoot in me, make me a baby, fill me up, Tommy! Fuck me a baby, Tommy!"

I filled the condom to overflowing. Betsy collapsed on my chest, pressing her huge tits onto me as she calmed. She said, "Good thing you had that rubber on or I'd be pregnant for sure. I can feel how much you filled that thing up. Pull out, give it to me."

I pulled from Betsy and she slid the sloppy rubber off me and held it up, displaying the load of juice that was weighting the rubber down. I laid back and closed my eyes, my lust completely sated. Zena lay next to me, kissing my cheek, holding me.

She said, "You did good, you gave Joanie what she craved and you gave Betsy something she thinks she has needed for a long time."

I turned my head and kissed Zena and said, "One of these days I want to make love to you. We don't have to have intercourse, but I want to make love to you, just you."

That must have had an effect, as she shivered and hugged me to her.

Margaret said, "Let's go to bed. I can't believe it's after midnight already. Come on, Betsy, come snuggle with me."

When they left, I lifted up to sit on the couch, pulling the blankets up to use as covers. Joanie came and stood in front on me with Zena now kneeling in front of me.

Joanie said, "Come, sleep with Zena and me. I want to feel you all night like Zena did last night. Please, come sleep with us."

Zena stood and pulled me up saying, "Come. Keep us warm."

I shut off the lights and joined the two girls in my aunt's queen sized bed. With a girl hugging me on each side, and a head on each shoulder, we went to sleep. Even Joanie's hand encircling my dick and holding me couldn't keep me awake.

Sunday morning found me awake first, and in dire need of the bathroom. I slid from bed, peed, and decided to make coffee. The coffee was finishing as Margaret came into the kitchen. She came up to me, hugged me with a full body hug, and tilted her head up to be kissed. We kissed very gently, full of meaning and promise. She smiled as she wiggled her stiff nipples across my chest, feeling my poker rising for the occasion.

We were drinking coffee when Betsy came in. She sat on my lap to get a hug and kiss. She giggled and tried to stuff a huge nipple into my mouth. I got her some coffee and she settled in a chair by herself.

Next up was Zena, who came in smiling and sat on my lap to give me a sweet hug and a gentle kiss, then another hug.

"You make me sleep so well. I can't believe a man is making me so relaxed. I think I'll keep you, just for a good night's sleep."

As soon as Zena had a cup of coffee and was sitting in the last available chair, Joanie came out, scratching her muff, and yawning. She looked for a chair, then just sat in my lap.

She took a drink of my coffee and said, "Yuk! I need Coke in the morning. That coffee will kill you."

Margaret said, "I guess our weekend is over. It's back to the city and the cliff dwellers. This is so nice out here. I hope you have us back out here, Tommy. I really like it out here."

"You're all welcome, anytime. I can't promise as exciting a time as we had this weekend every weekend, but it's fun out here, especially in the summer when all the people from up north come down. Some of the snowbirds go back north and others come down. Kind of funny."

Betsy asked, "How long do you think it will take to paint the deck on the porch?"

"Since I'm going to use a roller, probably an hour. I'll come out one night this next week and put the sealer over the paint. I will, that is, if I can get my sister to come out with me."

Zena said, "I'll come out with you. I'll even help. We should get done fast. How about Wednesday, the paint should be good and dry by then."

"Sounds good, thanks for coming out with me. It helps me be a better person to be able to come out here and relax. This time, you girls gave me some extra treats, and Margaret, remember that you have to dance for me soon."

Margaret actually giggled, "I'll dance for you alright. You better keep those condoms around. I may want to see what it's all about."

We had breakfast, went down to the pool for a swim, and came up to clean up the house before leaving. Zena, Joanie, and Betsy did the bedclothes and folded up all the extra blankets, while Margaret and I painted the porch deck. More could have helped paint, but I only had two rollers with long handles. We painted our way right out to the steps using the rollers, and finished by using brushes on the steps.

We cleaned off the rollers, brushes, and trays then put them away. I told Maggie to grab a towel and some soap so we could go down to the central shower to clean up real quick. The other girls had already showered and cleaned up the bathroom, so Margaret and I were on our own.

She was totally relaxed with me as we showered. I told her to turn around and I would wash her back, then she could wash mine.

"Maggie, get your head wet and let me wash your hair. I used to love to have my aunt wash my hair. I used to do hers, too."

As I was washing Margaret's hair a young couple and an older couple came into shower. Margaret was a little shocked, but then realized that it wasn't any different than being out in the park. We were both a little red-faced when the older couple began playing around.

The elderly lady was vigorously washing her husband's dick saying, "Maybe I can pump this thing up if I work it hard enough."

The young couple laughed and continued washing.

We dried each other off and before we left the area that had benches, Margaret gave me a hug and a very nice kiss.

"Thanks, Tommy, you've made me a real woman. I don't think I'm going to be chasing men right away, but you've made me know I'm a woman."

The ride back to the city was quick and painless. When I parked to let everyone out, they all thanked me for a great weekend and said that they looked forward to another just like it. When the other three had headed to their apartments, Zena came up to me and hugged me.

"Would you mind if I came over to your place later this evening? I can make you supper if you want, or we can eat some of the left over stuff that we didn't eat out at the park."

"Good idea, Zena. Sure, come on over, I'm not going to be doing anything special. I'll do some laundry and probably just veg out. Your company would be welcome."

On the way to my place (which was actually just across the street), I thought to myself, 'Some crazy weekend with a bunch of lesbians. I guess I can't complain, though. I've been jacked off, sucked off, and well fucked by the bunch of lezzies. It was really strange; I've just had more sex in the last couple of days than I've had since I left college. They're good people though. They will be good friends. Zena sure is an unknown. Guess only time will tell.'

I did my laundry and was ironing shirts when there was a knock on the door. I figured it was Zena, so I yelled, "It's open, come on in."

"Do you just yell at whoever knocks, to waltz into your apartment?" It was my sister, Dana.

"Sure, Dana. I am actually expecting someone. The girl you sicced on me to go out to the park with me."

"That's great. Zena is a nice girl. She told Bee that she was a nudie cutie all her life. Did you have a good weekend? I guess you did if you're expecting her. But I thought she was gay?"

"I am, Dana. I just like your brother as a buddy," Zena said, as she entered the apartment. "We had a great time. I brought my three close girlfriends with me for protection, but I think Tommy was the one who needed the protection."

"Tommy, you had four girls out there the whole weekend? I'll bet old Franks was having a cow thinking you were having an orgy out there."

Zena corrected Dana, "I don't think so. One of the girls, Betsy, you know ... the one with the big chest, told Mrs. Franks that we were all lesbians, but were friends with Tom."

"Oh no," Dana said, "That's probably worse. They're going to think you are really weird, Tommy. You gotta find a woman. Hunt one down, capture her, and take her out there so they know you're normal."

"Oh, he's normal, Dana," Zena said. "Little Joanie and Betsy teased him into oblivion, and they even took care of him. He's normal all right. I think he would have taken care of all of us if we would have let him."

"Awk, too much information! But now I've heard everything. My little brother got laid by a bunch of lesbians. What's this world coming to? Anyway, Tommy, did you get the painting done?"

"Everything but the house trim. Zena and I are going out Wednesday evening to seal the deck and stairs. If there's enough time, I might work on some of the trim. Sometime over the summer, I'll get the rest of the outside painting done. I also want to get the screens up on the porch as soon as I can. I might have to save up a little, for that."

Dana said, "Well, Bee wanted me to ask you if she could come out next weekend. She really likes the place. I actually liked being nude out there this last time, better than before, when I was younger. Anyway, can she come out with you next weekend? She's not going to go to bed with you, but she'll help paint or clean house for you."

"What about her boyfriend? What does he think about her spending so much time at a nudist resort with a single guy?"

"Bee hasn't said it, but from what I've heard of their telephone conversations, I think he's flown the coop. He was an asshole anyway. She can do better."

"Sure, tell her we'll go Friday night. We'll come back late Sunday morning or early afternoon. It might be crowded though, as the same bunch may come out next weekend."

"I'll tell her. She might be afraid to come out with a bunch of lesbians. But they must not be too hardcore to be playing with you. I'll tell her. See you later. Bye, Zena, don't let Tommy try to talk you out of being gay. He's pretty slick."

Zena laughed, "Dana, I may not be totally gay. I just prefer to have sex with women. Who knows, I might even be BI-sexual. I think most people are, kind of like you and Bee."

"Oh, really," Dana said. "We are close, but we don't fool around. Maybe we should investigate that."

Dana left, with Zena feeling smug that she had turned the tables on my busybody sister.

I finished up my last shirt and hung it in my closet. I suggested to Zena that we have a martini and a salad with some of my special Caesar dressing. Later I would make us some 'Chicken Marsala'. It's fast, easy, and delicious.

I had made us some pretty tall martinis, which took us all the way through serving the Chicken Marsala over rice with asparagus on the side. We had some nice wine I had been saving, too. Then we sat back, stuffed and almost half-drunk.

"Come on, let's clean up and load the dishwasher, then you can tell me what's on your mind. Something's bugging you, so you might as well spill it."

Zena gave me a crooked grin and said, "Feed me another martini like the last one, and I'll tell you anything you want to hear."

We cleaned up and I did make us another drink, but not so tall this time. We sat together in the living room on the couch facing each other, and she began.

"Tommy, this is going to sound strange, but I'm jealous. I'm jealous that you made love to Joanie and Betsy, and you've promised to make love to Maggie. I know you said you wanted to make love to me, but you haven't yet. That's the crazy part. I don't want intercourse, but I want you to make love to me. I want to make love to you, but I don't think I want to suck you or jack you off. I just want the kisses and the loving. That's pretty stingy of me, isn't it? To want you to make love to me, and do me; but for me not to make love to you, and only leave you hanging."

I didn't say anything, because I didn't know what to say.

"Tommy, you and I have something together. I don't know what it is, yet, but we do. Somehow, I think we're going to end up with each other one way or another. We may not be live-ins or like that, but we're going to end up with each other, I just know it."

I reached out to touch Zena's hand, and she responded quickly to me. She moved across the couch to be in my arms. We hugged and kissed, and kissed and hugged, until Zena was on her back with me kneeling next to her kissing each portion of her face, ears, and eyes.

I gently caressed her through her clothes, passing my hand over her braless breasts. Then I smoothed down her legs, and came back up, dragging her loose skirt up with my hand, I could feel her shiver with excitement, as I touched and caressed her. I unbuttoned the first button, then the second. With some skin exposed, I leaned down to kiss the newly exposed skin. This was silly, as we had just spent more than two days totally nude with each other, but it seemed the right thing to do.

I didn't hurry, but I did continue to undress her methodically. Finally, I brought her panties off her feet. I now had her totally nude on my couch. I was kissing each part of her, and touching all of her secret places. After some deep lip kisses, I spread her legs, and then dove in to savor the delicious scent that drew me to her center.

I licked and kissed and sucked and tickled until Zena was moaning and mumbling, shaking her head back and forth while I slid a finger into her to caress that special spot that women have, just inside of them. With a loud groan, Zena went stiff, shook violently, and followed by relaxing with a sigh. She grabbed my ears and brought me up to kiss me tenderly, giving me appreciation for our tender loving.

"Oh, Tommy! That's what I wanted. That's what I thought it would be like."

When Zena yawned, I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed. I pulled the covers back and slid her underneath them. I kissed her, telling her to wait while I locked up and shut everything off.

I stripped and got in next to Zena, to hold her. She turned to face me, and hugged me to her.

"That's what I wanted. You made love to me like no one else. You made me feel so special. Lay over, on your back, it's my turn. I want to kiss you until our lips are raw. I want to touch you all over. I want to feel your power, until I find what will make you passionate."

We did kiss for nearly an hour. During that time she kissed and sucked my nipples, caressed my chest, my thighs, my legs and arms, but never touching the hot poker that was tenting the sheet. After almost an hour and a half, she lay back.

Then she sat up, saying, "I'll be right back."

She left the bed. She went into the living room, then the bathroom, where I heard the water running. She came back in, carrying something, but laid it on the nightstand. Then she began kissing me all over again. My poker had begun flagging, but it was now stone rigid, again. After just a few kisses, Zena straddled me, picking up whatever it was from the nightstand.

She squeezed something from a tube then began slicking me up almost like a hand job but more sensual. She leaned down to kiss me and knee-walked until she was directly over me. I thought she was going to fuck me when she took hold of me and brought it up to touch her.

I could see concentration on her face as she began pressing down on me. I realized what she was trying to do. I popped inside her and she gave a sigh. She paused, leaning down to kiss me before pulling off a little then sinking down on me again, taking most me inside her. We kissed long and sensuously, this time. She kept raising up and pressing down until we were totally joined.

Zena sighed as she more rhythmically began to pull off me and to slide back down. Her movements were still slow and deliberate, but flowing, smooth, and exciting.

"I want you to fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me the way I know we're safe. Come in me, Tommy, fuck me, come in me. Turn us over and do it, Baby."

I rolled us over until I was over her. Her bottom was turned up to me, and I was deep within her.

This was a first for me, my first butt fuck, but oh what a feeling. It was tight, almost too tight. The part that was tight wasn't that deep. A pussy is snug all up and down your dick, but this was different with your dick being held by the tight ring and just something vaguely soft touching the rest of your dick. It wasn't dry, but we could have had a gallon of the slick stuff and it still wouldn't be loose.

"Fuck me faster, Tommy! Do it! Fuck me!"

As I picked up speed, my body was signaling explosion. With my groan, Zena attacked my mouth and increased the speed with which her bottom enclosed me. That was it. I blasted off inside of her, causing her to nearly scream from the force of my orgasm. Her butt just about squeezed my dick off as she apparently came at the same time.

Slowly, very slowly, our breathing settled down to near normal. My dick was still held firmly in place, although I could feel the rigidity leaving it. Zena's legs were still wrapped around me as she held me inside her while still kissing me.

"Now I feel like you've given me something special. That was just what I needed. I don't know what it feels like to have a dick in my pussy, but I love the way you feel in my bottom. We're going to do that a lot."

"Haven't you ever had one of your lovers fuck you with a dildo?"

"Never, I've only let them fuck my ass. No fist fucking no big objects only tongues and fingers. Your dick may be the first big thing ever in my pussy, but for now, you get my bottom. I just love the full feeling you give me. I love the orgasm you gave me. I want more."

My dick was responding to her bottom clenching and releasing until I was sliding back and forth in her with the extra lubrication of my orgasm slicking the way. All too soon, we reached another towering crescendo again, filling her body with my essence.

This time as she held me in place, we fell asleep.

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"Oh, Tommy! I'm really sore. I don't know if I can even walk. Help me up, help me to the bathroom."

I helped her to the bathroom and helped her to sit on the pot. While she was doing that, I turned on the water, and drew a hot bath. When she was done on the pot, I lifted her up and placed her in the warm tub to soak some of the aches away.

Fifteen minutes later, Zena said, "That's better. My goodness you stretched me all out of shape. It really felt good last night, but oh my, this morning was a different story. Get my bag, Honey, I have some balm that should help. I kind of knew you were going to stretch me. You're like twice or three times as thick as Unk. Don't worry, I'll get used to your size."

Even though Zena was walking gingerly, she thought she could get home to change and go to work. She made me promise to go to lunch with her, and I made her promise that it wouldn't be a long lunch.

The day went well. My boss was looking at me a little funny a couple of times, and he saw me leave for lunch with Zena. I got back early, in time to bust butt over a couple of last minute quickie jobs that came in. What was strange was that it was like a test. See how much you can jam on me, to see if I get flustered. I know my job, so it wasn't a big deal. I just had to concentrate to make sure the customer's requests were in the prints.

As I was straightening my desk, my phone rang. It was Zena, asking if I could come upstairs for a few minutes before heading out. I told her it better be good, as I had a date with a tall frosty one at The Office.

My boss was in Zena's office along with Bruce the flamer, and Unk, the big boss. They each acknowledged me as I walked in, then Zena handed me a set of prints and asked me to cross-reference the tenant notes with what was in the prints.

This was a building I knew nothing about, but it was obviously a print that went through our department. I flipped out my red pencil and began making notes on each page that had an error, or something that wasn't included. Actually all of the pages had problems. When I was done, I offered it up to the four.

My boss grabbed the prints and began going through my markups and notations one page at a time. He asked me a couple of questions about a couple of markups and notes, then laid the prints down.

"I'll have Tom go through everything submitted by this individual then double check the rest of the department. If he stays this evening, he should be able to have most everything current by the morning."

Oh shit, there goes my tall frosty one. I guess I'm being got back for the long lunch Friday.

The boss man said, "Why should we waste our best man's time to do a job that we've already paid for. Call in all of your new hires and interns and have them go over everything one step at a time. You'll be there to make sure they get the job done right."

Bert, the boss man, looked at me and said, "Tom, I want you to clean out your desk and bring your stuff up here. I have a new office for you, as well as a new job. You're going to work with every final inspection for every new or relocating tenant. In other words, Tom, you will be the senior site engineer for all of our local projects, unless we need you out of town. You will report directly to me, and you will work closely with Zena to make our business flow. Check in with Bruce each morning, and after lunch, to get any new messages or directives. I'm not here a lot, so I'll have to let you know what's up, through Bruce."

He turned to my old boss, "Now go call in all your interns and new hires and clean that department up. Don't let stuff get by you again. It's too important, and it's too expensive to have to fix it during a checkout."

He left, and Bruce left with a smile on his face.

The big man said to me, "That wasn't a put up job. Those prints really did come from your department downstairs. I don't know who the engineer was on the job, but as you saw, he missed something at every step. You're going to make sure a print like that never gets to the job site. You'll review every job and kick back anything that's incorrect. We operate on zero tolerance for errors. Let's see if you can help us achieve that."

The man was leaving Zena's office when he paused, "Remember, tomorrow night, dinner."

Zena said, "You should let Tommy make his chicken Marsala. It's delicious. He whipped it up in no time at all, and his Caesar dressing is to die for."

He looked at me and said, "In that case, be at my place at six. Bring whatever ingredients you need except for the chicken, and I have a Marsala wine that's fine for cooking. I think I have everything you would need for making the dressing. What do you make it in?"

"I have a small food processor that works perfect for a jar of dressing. I do use anchovies, though."

"I have anchovies, either fillets or paste, whichever you need. See you then," He said, and left, walking down the hall toward his office.

Zena said, "Sit down while I clean my desk. I've had a terrible day, with customers and new tenants not getting what they asked and paid for. That's why you're being bumped up here. Go get your desk stuff and bring it up. You can leave it in here overnight and Bruce will get you set up in the morning."

I went downstairs and gathered the few personal things in my cubicle and brought the small paper box up to Zena's luxurious office. She was finishing up, and asked if I was serious about a tall frosty one.

"You bet. I look forward to loud music and an ice cold draft, about this time of day."

Zena snorted, "You just like to gawk at the waitresses and that new bartender, the redhead. She's a fox. I can tell you though, that she plays in my field and wouldn't give you a tumble."

"You could always pick her up and bring her home as someone both of us can play with."

I ducked the pencil she threw at me.

She said as we were leaving, "The girls are probably still there waiting for me to show. They'll be happy to see you, too."

We had a couple of beers, collectively ogled the talent before we all departed for our places. As soon as I walked in the door, the phone was ringing. It was Zena.

"Want to eat with us? We're having spaghetti and meatballs, tonight. We even have the wine. Come on over, no sense eating alone."

The girls were in a festive mood that continued while we prepared the food and ate. Later, I said goodnight to the group, but was stopped by Zena as I went through the door.

"Do you mind if I come over later. I liked sleeping with you. I slept really well, even though I was a little stiff and sore this morning."

"Sure, come on over. I'm going to work on a couple of the plans I have for the cabin, and make some estimates as to what it's going to take to do the expansions."

Zena came in at about nine, carrying her clothes for the next day.

"No sense in having to go home to get dressed in the morning. We can both leave from here. Besides, you have to wait for me to get your office stuff."

We didn't do a repeat of the night before, but went to sleep cuddled in each other's arms, after some nice kisses.

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 3

Tuesday morning began smoothly except that I had a flat tire on a brand new tire on my truck. I thought the easy solution was to ride in with Zena to have her almost run out of gas. She said she didn't understand how she could be out of gas so fast because she just bought gas last Friday.

Then the elevators were on the fritz, which meant a thousand people, traipsing up multiple flights of stairs. Bruce was late because of the elevators and his carpool had an accident on the way in.

It was ten before I was finally shown my new office, in the same interior group of offices that Zena was in. Typical, no windows or even a sight line to the outside world. Bruce gave me a small notebook that he said had all of the notes the boss had dictated for me. There must have been over a hundred pages of notes, suggestions, directives, and directions. By lunchtime, I was ready to get some fresh air but alas, it was raining heavily outside, so we went to the building cafeteria that was jammed with people also not wanting to get out in the rain.

One of the directives was to gather prints for all jobs in process and review the customer corrections and the final prints to make sure they matched. There were thirty four jobs going at one time, so I had two drafting tables with prints spread out on them to review customer files and the enclosed notes.

Around five thirty, Zena came in and asked if I was going to go to The Office. I looked at the stack of work and said, "I might have to skip supper tonight. There's a lot of work to do, and I've already found several errors on the prints we have out on the job sites."

Zena said, "Bert wants you at his house by six. You had best get on the move. This work will be here in the morning. Let's get, you have to pick up stuff to make your Marsala, plus anything you might need for your dressing."

Since my truck was still sitting at home with a flat tire, I had Zena stop at the grocery store so I could pick up the ingredients for the Marsala real quick. The hard part was the spices for the chicken, which had to be mixed up before grilling the chicken breasts.

We arrived at Bert's beautiful huge condo right at six. We didn't even bring up the office but went right to work in the kitchen, first mixing the chicken spices, then slicing the thick chicken breasts in half. Thinner breasts were nice. After seasoning the chicken, I started on the Caesar dressing. That doesn't take much time, but it was kind of neat to have Bert constantly standing over my shoulder taking notes of everything that I used to make the dinner.

When I began the Marsala by chopping up some of the ingredients to be ready, Bert thought it was funny the way I got everything ready so it would be in easy reach as I went through each step.

I cleaned some asparagus and made the Hollandaise sauce for that real quick and set it aside. It's easy to cook the asparagus, just nuke it in some water for about five minutes and eat.

I fixed some rice and had it cooking before I finally took the tall glass of chilled wine Bert had offered me. "You really like to cook don't you?" he asked, as I took a break for a couple of minutes.

"What I really like is to eat. I love good food, and it's cheaper if I cook it rather than go to a restaurant. Besides, I think mine is better."

Bert asked, "Do you have any other favorite exotic dishes?"

"There is one dish that's kind of messy; artichoke hearts cooked a special way. They are delicious, but very rich. I'll make them for you one of these days."

"Next Tuesday, plan on it. We'll make a regular thing of it and cook up some wild stuff together. I make some great things as well. You make your artichoke hearts next Tuesday, and I'll cook up some stuff the next two weeks while you think of something to follow that."

As the rice was finishing, I began the sauce and finished that just as the chicken was coming off the Gen-Air and the asparagus was coming from the microwave. We sat down to a delicious meal of chicken Marsala that would rival anything you could ever get at Carabas. For dessert, Bert had made some delicate chilled cream puffs with chocolate syrup.

"Wow, I wish I could make desserts. I finally learned how to make a good crust for meat pies and wraps, but delicate stuff like this is beyond me."

"I easily do this stuff. I like the sweet stuff too much to have to depend on some bakery. I'll teach you."

While the three of us were cleaning up Bert's kitchen, Zena suddenly began telling Bert about how she taught me how to butt fuck her. I couldn't believe she was so open about it. They went on to discuss how to prepare her better for someone as wide as I must be.

"Um, okay guys. That's a little personal don't you think? You're embarrassing me talking about this stuff so openly."

Zena said, "Bert taught me, so I'm just getting some advice as to how to better please you and still walk the next day."

The talk was stimulating me until I was hiding my front from both of them. Zena finally said, "You see how he is. He's embarrassed because he has a hard-on. I thought guys were proud to have those things. He's trying to hide it."

Bert laughed and said, "Zena, not every man is as open as I am. I noticed he was becoming aroused, but didn't wish to put him on the spot."

"You know what, Unk," Zena said, as she hooked her arm around mine. "You could show me how to give him a good blowjob. I know I didn't show any interest in doing that with you, but I want to do that to you, Tommy. Little Joanie did it to him over the weekend and he seemed to enjoy it. Will you show me how to please him?"

"Sure, Honey, but you'll have to convince your stud to let me help you."

Zena was leading me into Bert's beautiful living room, seating me in the middle of one of his giant couches. Bert was fiddling with his big screen TV before he came over to the couch to sit on the other side of me from where Zena sat.

"Let's watch this movie a little bit. This flick has one of the best, sexiest blowjob scenes I've ever seen. This will give you an idea, Zena."

This was strange, the gay uncle on one side of me, about to teach his gay niece on the other side of me, how to give straight me a blow job. Why would a gay babe want to learn how to do that anyway? I guess she was changing her mind about guys.

Zena leaned into me, making me put my arm around her while she rested her hand right on my bulge. Bert was sitting on the other side of me with his shoulders touching mine. I was trying to figure out if I was repulsed by a gay guy getting close to me or what. It was enough to make a rabbit in a fox den uncomfortable.

The movie came on, and it was instantly obvious that this was a gay movie. Two guys were kissing and touching each other, as they sat on a couch similar to what we were sitting on, and began disrobing each other. Soon one guy had the other naked and was stroking and playing with his rather large dick. The giver in this case was good at what he was doing, and was clearly enjoying giving to the near catatonic receiver. The whole scene lasted about ten minutes until there was a thick creamy substance around the giver's mouth and more and more of the stuff began slowly running down the big cock he was working on. At that point, Bert froze the video, displaying the mouth over the big dick with cum oozing down the dick from the mouth of the giver.

"Whew," Zena said, "That was sexy, almost as good as watching Joanie do Tommy this past weekend. What do I need to learn, Unk?"

"First, let's get Tommy out of his pants. You do the pants and I'll get his shoes. Let me get a couple of towels for the couch. No sense getting any stains on it." The two of them continued undressing me until I was naked, sitting between the two who were still dressed.

Bert said, "I think Tommy will respond better if we undress too. It'll make it sexier if we do."

Zena was stripped in a flash, sitting with me, holding my now very aroused dick. Bert soon joined us nude saying, "You two are so gorgeous with your all over tans. I should come out and get some sun with you two."

Bert casually took my dick from Zena and said, "My, oh my, Tommy does have a nice one. It's every bit as big as that one on the video. It might be a little bit thicker than it too."

"So teach me, Unk. How do I get him off the best?"

"First, Zena, you need to set the mood, so kiss him to make him relaxed. That should always precede anything you two do together. Nice, you two kiss so nice."

"Now take his cock like this. Be gentle and stroke it all the way from the big knob down to his balls. Do it gently, without really holding it. Just stroke it. Doing it that way makes his cock know you want to love it."

The two were alternately stroking my dick. Each giving me a couple of strokes, then swapping so other could give me a couple of strokes.

"Now comes the fun part. Lean down here and watch, Zena. While you're stroking him gently up and down kiss the big head wetly a couple of times. Next, wet and close your lips and force them over his big knob. Lick the underside when you have the knob in your mouth, like this."

A guy was holding me, stroking my dick and gave it a couple of kisses and slowly put the head into his mouth and gave it a couple of more licks.

"Mmmm, he's got a lot of precum, delicious. Now you try it, Honey."

Zena leaned over me, stroking me and repeated the wet kisses on the head, followed by slipping the head between her lips while licking the underside of the head. "I can taste him, is he coming?"

"No, that's just him getting real interested in what we're doing. That's his precum. If you were fucking, it would grease you up to take him. There just isn't enough of it to really do your butt."

"Now, Zena, remember in the video how the guy kept doing the head over and over, and then began taking the dick in his mouth a little more at a time while still stroking the dick? Let me back up the video so you can see how he begins to grip the dick a little firmer."

We watched as the giver on the video began taking the guy deeper and deeper, while gripping and stroking the exposed part of the dick with a firmer stroke.

"Let me show you. Watch me," Bert said, as he leaned over my exposed dick. He was good, real good. If this weren't so clinical, I would be bathing his tonsils right about then. Bert kept it up until he was taking me almost down his throat and was still stroking me. My head was thrown back in pleasure.

"Now, Zena, you try it. I think we're making Tommy feel good."

Zena reached up and gave me a deep tongue kiss before she leaned over me and began imitating the video, doing as Bert had instructed. About the fourth or fifth stroke and deeper suck, my dick pulsed, sending a load of precum into Zena's mouth.

She rose from my dick, holding it, "He just did something in my mouth." She smacked her lips, tasting what I had given her, "It's almost sweet. This is exciting."

Bert had looked at some more of my juices pooling on the head of my dick and leaned over sucking me into his mouth and throat. I pulsed again sending him a large amount of fluid. He rose from me, smacking his lips like Zena had saying, "He does taste sweet, I can't wait for him to come."

"Me either, Unk," Zena said, taking my dick away from Bert. "I'm going to do him until he comes now."

"Wait, Zena, there's something else you need to do." Bert re-arranged himself to get more in front of me, then with one hand he was stroking me, while with the other he began to knead my bulging, overfilled balls. "You need to take these in your free hand and gently squeeze them while you are sucking. That's guaranteed to get his attention and get you a mouth full of what he has to offer. Let me show you."

Bert began sucking, stroking, licking, and now squeezing my balls. That was just about the end of my ability to separate that a guy was doing me, and letting loose.

Bert rose up smiling at Zena and I, "He's ready, try it now but be ready, he's about to pop."

Zena kissed me again before going down on me, gripping and stroking me. Her other hand gently grasped my balls, squeezing them as she sucked me deeper and deeper into her mouth, using her tongue to lick the underside of the head of my dick. I caressed Zena's hair, stroking her lovingly as she brought me closer and closer to orgasm.

I groaned, "It's coming Zena, it's coming, I can't hold it another second."

She continued stroking me and squeezing my balls as I sent the first big jet of my cream up through my tube into her sucking mouth. She did fine the first load and the second, then when the third big load shot up the tube, Zena began coughing while still trying to keep her lips around my dick. The fourth load did her in and she pulled from me trying to swallow her overflowing mouthful. As another shot pulsed up to splatter on her face, Bert leaned over and swallowed me, drinking and savoring the last of my spasms.

Zena quickly recovered while still holding my softening dick. She smiled at me leaning to kiss me. Her face had sperm dripping from her nose and lips, but I kissed her in appreciation for her willingness to satisfy me.

She surprised me by using a finger to wipe the splatter on her nose and mouth, then sucking the loaded finger into her mouth. She smiled at me and said, "Not bad, not bad at all. It was really exciting to do that. Did it feel good?"

"It felt great, Zena. You really did a good job."

Zena said, "You can thank Unk for that. Did you see him steal some of my stuff when I had to pull off? He dove in and sucked you right up."

I was a little embarrassed to have had a guy just help to suck me off. Bert was sitting back, stroking his long slender dick. He was in deep concentration trying to bring himself off.

Zena leaned over me and took Bert's dick from him and began stroking, sucking, licking, and kneading his balls. In just seconds, Bert tensed up and was shooting up into Zena's now more experienced mouth. When she was through, Bert's dick was wilting fast. The funny thing was that watching Zena had stimulated me into regaining another full hardon.

Bert was leaning back on the couch and looked down to see me standing up hard. "Zena, your man is some kind of satyr. He's still hard after that wonderful blowjob you just gave him."

"He's that way, Unk. Every time we played Friday and Saturday, he came twice and was still hard, wanting more. Night before last, I fucked him and he never went soft. He fucked me twice and was still hard when we fell asleep."

"You fucked him. You finally gave up your virginity?"

"No, Unk," Zena said. "I gave him what you showed me how to do. He's really big though and stretched me pretty wide. Yesterday morning I was so sore I could hardly walk until he put me in a warm bath and I used the balm you gave me."

"You really got all that in you? You should have just given him your virginity, it would have been easier."

"I'm saving it for my wedding night. Kind of silly I guess, but I think it's worth saving. I like the bottom fucking. I really get off on it. Besides that, Tommy really enjoyed eating my pussy."

"Yuk, I don't like tasting pussy, not at all. I'm happy to teach you how to use your cute ass and your mouth to satisfy a man, but I draw the line at eating pussy."

"You're so funny, Unk, you kiss and lick my butt hole. You stick your tongue and finger up there, and you even stick your long skinny dick in there, but you won't eat my pussy. You're not very adventurous at all."

Bert took hold of my still rigid dick and asked, "Would you like to fuck an experience hole or would you prefer I suck another load out of you."

Zena began slapping his hand, getting it away from my dick, her prize. "He's mine. I get everything he can give. I'll share with my girlfriends but not you, Unk. You get all the men and boy dicks you can handle."

Bert frowned and said, "Not nearly enough, and I never get to suck come straight from a dick. All the boy toys out there are so indiscreet. They've slept around too much, and I would never take a chance of fucking or being fucked by a strange untested dick. I'd rather live. Zena, you'll have to come back with Tom to get some more instruction. I'll help you suck that stuff right out of him."

"Let me practice what you've taught me. This should keep us going for a while. I want him in me again later, so I'm just going to let this thing limber up on its own."

Zena and I put our clothes back on then said goodnight to Bert. It's funny to leave your date's uncle with him in the nude after doing what we had been doing. I was still a little shocked that I had let a professed gay guy suck on me and even help finish me off. I know that didn't make me gay, but still that's close.

We got to my apartment about ten. My truck was up on all four tires with a note on the window. The apartment had pumped up the tire as apparently several cars had been vandalized overnight. Thank goodness they had not ruined the tire. I told Zena she needed to get a locking gas cap for her car. I was going to get one as well.

Zena said, "I have one more change of clothes before I have to get some more. We're going out to the park tomorrow evening to seal the deck. I'll stop and get some clothes before we go. Let's just stay out there and come in from the park in the morning."

"Good idea, I'm bushed though. If you're staying, let's go inside and get to bed."

"Oh no, you don't, I still need to be taken care of, and you have one more load you need to put inside me before you go to sleep."

We kissed, shed our clothes, and were quickly making love. I kissed, sucked, fingered, and played with Zena until she was almost crying for me to stop. She rolled to her stomach and raised her butt saying, "Fuck that little hole back there. Make it slippery, make it bigger and fill me up."

I worked on her for over a half-hour, probing, licking, oiling, greasing, and stretching. Once I could slide three fingers in and out of her easily, I put my dick to her little stretched out brown hole and began entering. I had enough grease for a locomotive and that's how I felt, powerful, with a full load to haul up from my balls to deliver inside my new lover.

While getting down to the short strokes, I reached around and played with her clit to help get her off, as I began launching shot after shot of my sperm deep inside her.

She wouldn't let me pull free from her. She snuggled up to me, holding me inside her, until we both fell asleep.

I woke at six, thinking about the previous evening. This little girl in my arms was kinky. She learned how to butt fuck from her uncle. She had learned to do it in order to help him between lovers. Then she has her uncle help her learn how to suck me off and he did a great job. This was something special for an avowed lesbian to be doing with a man. Perhaps she wasn't as firm a lesbian as she professed.

Wednesday was brutal. I was able to catch up on all of the in-process jobs. I had to send almost every blueprint back downstairs to be corrected. The only ones I didn't have to send back downstairs were the ones that I had been assigned to. Thank goodness I didn't find any errors on mine.

I was so busy that I totally forgot about lunch. About one thirty, Zena walked in with Bruce, carrying some Subway sandwiches and bowls of soup. We sat in my chairs, eating lunch, and discussing how I might be able to keep up with Bert's demands.

Five o'clock found me stacking the last of the prints to send back downstairs and cleaning up my desk. As I finished, Zena came and asked, "Ready, I'm dying to get out to the park and relax a few minutes. I know we have to seal the deck, but it shouldn't take both of us too long to do it. Let's get it done and maybe go swimming or take a walk before it gets cool.

We had come in my truck this morning after getting some of her clothes, leaving her car at my apartment. It didn't take but twenty minutes even in heavy evening traffic, to enter the gate of the park. I drove up to the cabin and we went into the back door, as we had "keep off" tape strung around the porch. We were nude in minutes before we threw open the windows to air the house out. I went to the shed and got the sealer and supplies to apply it.

In minutes, Zena and I were working from both ends toward the middle. About an hour and fifteen minutes later, we were applying the sealant to the steps. We cleaned up our equipment, grabbed some soap and some towels, and headed down to the showers and pool.

Some couples were in the shower, cleaning up after work. They were also teasing and playing around a little. Zena joined right in trying to get me hard in front of the others. The three other guys in the shower were all hard too, and in no time I had joined them as the girls were all teasing us. Zena acted like she was going to fuck me by lifting a leg over my hardon, trapping it between her legs and moving her hips as if she were fucking me. The couples hooted and hollered, but Zena pulled free of me, showing that she had not really done it. Little did they know, Zena didn't fuck. At least she didn't with her pussy.

We all jumped in the pool, swimming for the exercise. All of our dicks shrank back to normal size now that we were acting as adults. One of the couples came over to us as we were getting ready to get out of the pool and introduced themselves. They were Sam and Connie. We talked for a few minutes and they invited us over for dinner. Zena said, "That's good, I don't think we thought about eating out here tonight. The only thing we have is frozen dinners. How about we bring wine and some drinks beforehand?"

Connie said, "I'm dying for a beer. Do you have any?" I assured her I did and promised to bring a six pack or more. We said we would put our towels back and come to their place in about fifteen minutes.

We walked back to the cabin and admired our earlier work and shut the windows as it was going to get cool tonight. We both brought a heavy shirt with us for a jacket, but walked nude to Connie's and Sam's place about a hundred yards from ours.

Their place was pretty big and nice. Sam said it had been his parents' and they had given it to them as a wedding present. His parents still visited, but were no longer as active within naturist activities. We drank some beer and some wine with a pot roast, having some more beer afterward. The four of us cleaned up the kitchen together, talking about a variety of topics.

Connie said, "Do you two play with other couples? We saw you had a bunch of girls out last weekend. Do you swing?"

I got red-faced, but Zena jumped right in and said, "Those were my lesbian friends who were using Tommy to experiment with. I'm a lesbian too, but I'm becoming fond of fooling around with Tommy. We might be interested, but I have to tell you, I don't fuck, at least in my pussy. I like to be butt fucked, but no one sticks anything but fingers and tongues into my pussy."

Jesus, Zena was blunt. Sam was laughing saying, "You don't pull any punches do you, Zena? I think I'd like to fuck that cute bottom of yours while your Tom uses that stretcher he has on Connie."

Zena said, "I'm learning how to give good blowjobs now, too. It's really exciting to feel Tommy fill my mouth up with his stuff."

Connie said, "I love to suck dick, too. How about you practice on Sam while I see what kind of stuff Tommy has?"

Zena kissed me and whispered, "Can I, I'd like to try another guy?"

I could only smile at her as she leaped at Sam, pushing him onto his back while grasping his dick. Connie came and sat beside me and said, "I don't do this with someone I haven't kissed yet. Kiss me and let's enjoy ourselves."

We kissed until we were both panting. I lay Connie back and made the tour of her breasts, stomach, and landed on her pussy, where I spent considerable time licking, sucking, and nibbling. Connie was coming quickly and became more vocal with each orgasm. When I slid a finger into her pussy, finding her magic spot, then another into her butt, she took off into a wild orgasm. She was coming so hard; she curled up into a little ball until her seizures calmed.

She pushed me back and attacked my mouth. "You did me really good. I hope my blowjob is as good as you loved on my pussy."

Connie was an expert. She had me leaking precum in minutes, and using almost the same technique on me as I had on her, she forced me to come hard as she slid a finger up my butt.

We had totally forgotten about Zena and Sam, but heard Zena's rhythmic grunts that drew our attention. Sam was behind Zena, planted deep in her rectum, fucking her with enthusiasm. Connie went over to Zena, slid under her in a sixty-nine, and began sucking Zena's pussy. Zena dropped her head and began giving Connie as good as she was getting. This got me hot and I went to get between Connie's legs and Zena took hold me and fed my dick into Connie's wet pussy. While I fucked Connie to the same rhythm Sam was fucking Zena, Connie went back to sucking Connie's clit. In minutes, the four of us were coming, shooting the girls full of our juices as they climaxed and moaned through orgasms.

When we had all fallen apart, Sam went to wash his dick after an enthusiastic butt fuck, and Connie lay there with Zena, feasting on my leavings in Connie's pussy. Zena said, "Thank you for inviting us over tonight. Tommy is kind of bashful, but I love sex and love to have sex. Tommy and I are just getting used to each other. We're becoming real lovers, not just fuck buddies. This was nice to share some excitement with new friends."

Connie said, "There are seven of us couples who like to play around. You two will be welcome anytime you want to play with us. Tommy's big dick will be welcome out here, as all the guys are built like Sam. Not that fat and not that long, but they all have some staying power. Are you two going to be out this weekend? Are you bringing your friends out again?"

Zena answered for us, "They will probably come, but Tommy's sister's roommate is coming out to spend the weekend. She now loves the naturist lifestyle since she came out a couple of weeks ago."

"Will you bring your lesbian friends to play with us too," Connie asked?

"The guys wear out early, and we girls give each other pleasure until we can get the guys up again. Some extra pussy eaters would come in handy."

"Two of the girls are becoming interested in men, so they will probably want to experiment a little," Zena commented. "One is tiny and looks about twelve. The other has some giant boobs."

Sam said, "I know which one that is, I saw her this past weekend. She does have some melons on her chest. Perhaps we guys can give them everything they could want from a man."

As it was getting late, Zena and I left Sam's and Connie's. We washed up and slid into bed. Zena was still feeling frisky and said between kisses, "Just because some strange lady gave you a blowjob and fucked you, doesn't mean you don't have to make me feel like your woman. Love me, Tommy, make love to me, fuck me."

I did, and we did, until I came for the third time that evening. We snuggled up, with me still embedded in Zena, held firmly there by her tight clutching bottom.

While Zena and I had coffee in her office before work, I broached the subject. "What would you think of living out at the park with me? We can still use the original premise that you're lesbian and we just live together for convenience, but we could both save some money. If our relationship continues to flourish, we just let it flow into whatever it becomes."

"I wondered if you were thinking of living out there. I'd love it, but I want you to know I don't just shack up with anyone. You and I have something going and I want it to continue. If you haven't noticed, I'm a bit of a sex freak and love to experiment with sexy things and sexy people. With you, I'm protective, and as I've already said, a little jealous sometimes. I wasn't last night, but I knew you and I were sharing an experience and not doing something on our own. Strange, huh?"

"Zena, that still doesn't answer the question. Would you be my female partner in order to live out at the park? Can your roommates handle you moving out? Would that make it financially difficult for them?"

"Full of questions, aren't you, Tom. Let's see, yes, I want to live out at the park and I want to live out there with you. I would enjoy being close to you to find out if we are really compatible. Yes, I would like to be your female partner out there. Um, the girls can easily afford the rent in the apartment. It would be an advantage if I moved out, since they would then all have their own room. Little Joanie and I slept together and now she can have her own room. She is going to want to come out often as we do have a nice intimate relationship."

Zena looked down at her coffee, and back up at me, "I am still a lesbian, or at least very BI-sexual. I like girls, I love to play with girls, and I don't think I'm going to lose that inclination. But since meeting you, and having Unk teach me how to love a man without using my pussy, I'm becoming more male oriented quickly. Last night was perfect. I really enjoyed having sex with a male and a female at the same time. The best part was you joining in so I could help you fuck Connie to an orgasm. That was special to me somehow. I think we make a very exotic couple."

"So, when do you think we could move out there? My lease is month to month, so all I have to do is to sell my furniture and move. I might keep my bed so we have two queen-size beds out there, but that's about all I would really keep. The rest of my furniture is just some nice rent to buy stuff that I got when I first moved into my place. Hopefully, I can sell it in a yard or apartment sale."

Zena thought about it a minute and said, "I know a young couple looking for cheap apartment furniture. If you throw in the bed from out at the park, they would have everything they needed to set up housekeeping. Let me call them to see if they have some cash."

Zena used her phone and had a short conversation with someone who was obviously a girl. When she hung up she said, "Perfect. She wants whatever I say is decent and has five hundred to spend on it. Is that okay?"

"Too much, I think the whole lot, tables, lamps, and all, isn't worth much more than about three. Some of my stuff is just off the side of the road junk that I've fixed up, like the table and chairs. I got lucky and was able to refinish it to make it look decent. The end and coffee tables were the same. The lamps came from a yard sale for five dollars for both."

"Well, then three it is. Gail and Helen will be ecstatic to get it, especially for three. The two are setting up living together as partners. You'll like them; Helen is built like Maggie but bigger, while Gail is almost a copy of Joanie. They're a cute couple, although a little militant. They'll like you though because we four girls all like you."

"When can I haul the furniture to their place?"

"No need, Helen has a truck and they'll be at your place in a heartbeat to take it away. They are really anxious to move out of their two different places and begin living together. You need to swap bedrooms and we can drop off the bed from the park at their place. I'll call them."

"If we do that, I'll have to stay out at the park. I won't have a bed at my place."

"Is that a problem? We did pretty well this morning don't you think? We had plenty of time to get to work. Go get your marching orders from Bruce and do it."

Upon entering Bruce's desk area in front of Bert's office, I was greeted warmly by Bert. He said, "Bruce, get Tom and I some coffee and join us in my office. We'll give Tommy our schedule for next week."

Bert was friendlier now than before. I suppose we had shared some intimacy that was unusual. For some strange reason I wasn't uncomfortable with our friendship.

Bruce came in, bringing us both mugs of coffee on a tray with an extra cup for himself. He handed me a paper pad saying, "Notes," then settled back with his cup and pad.

Bert nodded toward the door, so Bruce got up and shut it and came back to sit again. Bert said, "I hope you don't mind, but I shared our experience from Tuesday night with Bruce. He and I are long time confidants and tell each other most everything. It's a form of titillation, as well as a continuing bonding. We can't have a relationship because we work together, but we can be best of friends."

Bruce was smiling as he was looking at me. "I hope you and I can have the same type of relationship. I can be a great friend, if you let me."

Bert laughed, "Ah, Tommy, you see Bruce and I can't have a love relationship but we can relieve each others tensions from time to time. We've been able to do that for what, almost twelve years, Bruce?"

"Do you mean the two years we knew each other before I came to work here don't count? Tommy, we were lovers for a year before we went our separate ways, only to meet every once in a while and renew our lust for each other. After coming to work here, Bert and I worked out that we could still be intimate, but not partners. I have an understanding partner at home now that dearly loves Bert and wishes he could service him daily. Instead, I tell my partner whenever Bert and I have had an exceptional time playing."

"Does this gay talk bother you, Tommy," Bert asked, genuinely concerned?

"It doesn't involve me, so I'm fine with it," I said, hoping it didn't involve me.

Bruce said quickly, "But it could involve you, Tommy. If you were upset or exceptionally horny, I could help you out quickly or even Bert would love to make you at ease."

"Right now, Bruce, I think my niece is taking care of Tommy pretty well. That she would ask to learn how to truly make love to a dick, puts her at the head of her class."

Bruce looked right at me and asked, "How are you about her attitude that she's a confirmed lesbian.

"She did tell me that she feels as if she's more BI-sexual now than a total lesbian. Considering her desire for my company, I would have to agree with her. She'll probably tell you, but we're planning on moving in together out at the park where I have a cabin."

Bert was surprised, "Now that's a mind bender. She used to be almost a radical lez, and now she's moving in with you, a confirmed straight guy?"

Bruce smiled and said, "Times do change, Bert."

"When are you going to make this move?" Bert asked.

"It looks like we'll begin today and finish through this weekend. There isn't a lot to do to make it all happen."

Bert looked at Bruce and said, "Give us the list of projects that you have for Tom and let's see what has to be done right away."

Bruce grinned, "He actually finished up with all of the pending process work yesterday. I figured he would be working on that project through next week so he's about a week and a half ahead of me. While he worked on the in-process work, he took care of all those odds and ends you had for him. In reality, Bert, I don't have anything for Tom or Zena. Tom's pushed everything up so the contractors should be hard at it next Monday morning. You'll want Tommy to visit with the contractors on the job, but nothing until then, unless you've come up with something new."

"Amazing, I didn't think you would or could finish those projects so fast. Bruce, call Zena and have her come in. Get us some fresh coffee and bring an extra mug for Zena. Have your girl go get us a snack, like a donut or something."

While Bruce was gone, Bert said, "I'm not going to be pushy, but I would love to get together with just you, Tom. I think we could give each other a lot of pleasure."

"I'm sorry, Bert, but I'm just not into guys. I know you can probably ring my bell, but it wouldn't be fair as I wouldn't want to ring yours."

"That so refreshingly honest, Tom, I respect that. Remember though, I would love to spend an evening turning you inside out. Bruce would love to relieve your tensions too. He is a true oral artist. His mouth can wring the cum from you in thirty seconds flat, or keep you on edge for half a day or night."

As Bruce came back in, followed by a severe looking lady in her twenties or thirties, he said, "You bragging about me again, Boss. Thanks for the compliment."

"Tommy, this is Andrea, my secretary. If you have reason to deal with her be firm. She is a lesbian sub that does what she's told. I have to spank her sometimes, but she generally pays attention and acts correctly. If you need her to relieve your tensions, call her into your office, pull the blinds, and lock the door. She does a good job with her mouth. If you're going to use any other part of her, you need to call her mistress and ask permission. I'm sure she'll give it, but asking is the right thing to do."

I smiled at Andrea telling her it was nice to meet her.

Zena came through the open door and said, "Shut the door, Andrea, and come back to me, do it, now."

Taking her cell phone from her purse, Zena called someone. I could only hear this side of the conversation. Zena said, "We're having a little meeting and may want to use more of her than normal. Okay, thank you. I have a new male friend that may need to use her as well. Thank you again, Veronica, we won't mark her."

Zena folded her cell phone and sat down, looking at Andrea, who was sitting on the edge of her chair.

"Strip, Andrea, show Tom what you look like. He may want to use more than your mouth. Actually, I want your mouth so he may have to use something else. I'm sure Bruce and Bert will get in the mood and want to be serviced as well."

Andrea was now standing in front of Zena with no clothes on. Zena simply said, "Take mine off me and get me off, Andrea. I need a good come."

Andrea was quick in reaching up under Zena's skirt and pulling down her bikini panties. Once they were off her feet, Andrea put Zena's knees over the arms of her chair and bent to the task of licking and sucking Zena to orgasm.

It didn't take but a couple of minutes for Zena to come. As she pushed Andrea's head away from her, Bruce stood up, unzipped himself, and pulled out his formidable dick, which was nearly as long and almost as thick as mine was. He walked next to Zena and presented his stiffie to Andrea. She took Bruce in hand and gave him a quick, very sexy, blowjob that had me squirming. As soon as Bruce zipped up, Bert called to her and suggested she bend over his desk.

With tons of experience, he took a tube from his desk, lubed himself up, and began filling her tight butt hole, first with fingers, then filled her with his long slender cock. In minutes, he was groaning and emptying himself into her. Bert pulled out and made Andrea get on her knees in front of him, and served her a helping of long, slender, used dick. When he was done with her he said, "Get up, see what you can offer Tom. If he doesn't desire anything, get dressed and have some coffee with us."

Andrea came over in front of me and asked with begging eyes, "Please, Master Tom, please use me. Use my mouth, use my ass, or use my pussy, I want to please you."

She cupped her breasts, offering them to me until I finally said, "Thank you, Andrea, it's very nice of you of offer. I'm sure you would be a treat to play with, but I'm sure I have work to do."

Bert said, "You're wrong, you have nothing to do, use her if you wish."

"I'll save it right now for my very aggressive bed partner. She's keeping me well taken care of. Thank you anyway, Andrea."

Andrea actually bowed to me and went to the chair got her clothes, and quickly dressed. Upon finishing, she poured herself some coffee and sat back down as if nothing had happened.

Bert said, "Bruce says you're caught up and that you've put Zena in a holding pattern. Take the rest of today and tomorrow off. Check in with us in the morning, but you're free till Monday. You've done a hell of a lot of work in the three days you've been here. I appreciate it and will always show you that I do. Now, you and Zena get, from what you've told me, you'll be busy through Monday anyway."

Zena and I left, with me following her to her office. When I shut the door, I had to ask, "What in the world was that all about? Is that normal around here?"

Zena smiled and said, "You mean Andrea?"

When I nodded, she said, "Andrea is a sub. She enjoys being humiliated and forced to commit sex acts with people. Her mistress, Bert, and Bruce, are friends so Bruce hired Andrea as his secretary. She's a good worker and very busy. Andrea fulfills her role as secretary, but also is used by Bert and Bruce for their relief sometimes. She has an excellent mouth and really knows how to lick a pussy. You should have tried her, Unk says she gives a first rate blowjob."

"You and your uncle are really bizarre. It's hard to believe you all act like that in front of me. I guess I'm just a babe in the woods."

"You're no babe, but you are a little naïve. My unk's a real perv, and as you can tell, Bruce is as well. I follow in my uncle's footsteps, but from a different perspective. Andrea is private stock, no one else in the company knows, I'm sure you'll keep it that way."

"So since we're off, how about doing the moving today and tomorrow? That way we'll be able to enjoy ourselves this weekend. We still have to consider your sister's friend, Bee, and what we'll do with her this weekend."

We left the building and took my truck, heading out to the park to get the little bed out there. We put the double bed from the guest bedroom into the truck, along with the old nightstands, lamps, and all the bedclothes for the double bed. Next, we put the queen bed from the master bedroom into the guestroom. We moved the matching furniture and swept the floor to make it ready for my bed that was coming.

Zena called her friend for directions to her new apartment. We met her there and I carried the bed up the stairs to the small bedroom while the girls were bringing up the little stuff. After hauling the two nightstands and the dresser up to the bedroom, Zena and I bid the girl goodbye for now. She said her and her partner would come over with their truck and pick up the rest of the furniture this evening.

We stopped by a U-haul place to buy a bunch of boxes on the way back to my apartment. I quickly emptied the cabinets in the kitchen of foodstuffs and seasoning. I looked at my collection of junk cookware and only kept one good skillet out of the whole lot. The rest I packed up, hoping to be able to give it to the kids moving in together. We were actually done packing my stuff by one o'clock so we put it in the truck and drove the short distance to Zena's.

There we repeated the process, but there was less of it. The largest thing Zena had was a big TV and a nice stereo. Joanie had a small TV that we got out of the closet and hooked up for her. Zena had four big boxes and that was all. We put the boxes in the truck and headed out to find food.

After lunch, we drove out to the park and unloaded the boxes and the bed from my apartment. We quickly set up the bed and arranged the bedroom. I put Zena's TV in the living room and put my TV in the bedroom. I would get a wall mount for the bedroom, but the big TV in the living room could only be in one place, on a stand. It took a while to hook up the cable connectors. I was surprised that the cable worked and knew that we would want Internet access out there, so having cable was good.

Around four thirty, Zena's cell phone went off. It was the girl who was taking the furniture. We said we would meet them at my apartment in fifteen to twenty minutes.

The roommate of the little girl that I had met before was big enough to carry anything. We had the furniture in the back of her truck in minutes. It was funny because they were so happy to have the kitchen stuff, my used plates and glasses too. They even took the pictures hanging on the walls.

Zena and I spent about a half-hour cleaning and vacuuming my apartment before I walked down to the office.

The complex manager said, "You can't just leave, you have to give us notice of your lease cancellation."

"I'm month to month. My lease is up."

The man frowned and looked in a file cabinet, taking out the file on my apartment. I asked him, "How long until I can get my deposit back."

"Oh, you can't have your deposit back, we'll keep that to clean the apartment."

I was a little perturbed, "Come with me and inspect the apartment. I think you will be surprised at the condition we are leaving it."

When we walked into my apartment, the man said, "It is very clean but you're leaving the drapes up there. It will take your deposit to dispose of them."

"Ah, when I leased the apartment, the drapes were supplied. That was one of the reasons I leased the place. Come on, I could use the deposit money for gas. You hardly even have to paint this place to move someone in. I took pictures of the apartment, so if necessary I can contest. It would be easier if you just issued a check for the deposit."

Grumpily, the man said, "Okay, come to the office and I'll cut you a check. You shouldn't get a deposit back for moving without notification, but I'll get you a check anyway."

Zena and I sat in my truck at five o'clock, Thursday afternoon, completely moved from our apartments out to the park. We stopped at the grocery store on the way out for a bunch of food and headed to the park.

While I made steaks for supper, Zena put her stuff away, arranging drawers and the closet to hold our joint clothing. When she came back to the kitchen, we had a salad, while I cooked the steaks along with some cheesy pasta. After supper, we cleaned up and decided to walk down to the recreation building to see what was going on.

We arrived at the rec building right at seven. Surprise, they were having a park meeting for all of the permanent residents. I was one of those, so we sat down to listen to the proceedings. The park was deciding whether to hook up to city sewers. It was going to be expensive, but we had so many permanent people it was felt that the leach field for the septic tanks might be too full. We didn't have to go onto county public water, as we had our own deep well that provided more water that the park could possibly use.

The vote to go on public sewers won out, which meant an assessment of five hundred dollars per connected structure, plus the cost of running the sewer lines to the individual homes. We would also have to dispose of our own septic tanks. There goes my additional money. The other vote was for natural gas. The county had natural gas out at the road so we were being offered a one-time opportunity to hook up cheap. Almost every permanent resident signed up for natural gas, so our fees shouldn't be too much. I would have to hunt for a gas range, but it shouldn't be a big deal to find a good used one.

After the meeting, most of the attendees headed either to the big hot tub or the pool. Zena and I swam a little and talked with Connie and Sam a while. They said there was going to be a big party with all the couples out there attending. They asked if Zena and I could quickly get a health certificate so we would be welcome. We said we would try to get it done.

Back at the house, Zena called her Unk to ask about a quick health check and certification. He gave her the name of his clinic and said to make sure she mentions his name.

Zena said, "We don't have to go to work tomorrow so let's have a drink and relax a little. What can I make for you?"

"I'd like a martini. While you pour them, I'll take down the keep off the wet paint tape out front. We can work on the paint tomorrow a while and finish the trim."

While I was outside taking down the tape, Connie and Sam came walking up with another young couple. Sam said, "This is Ted and Donna, more neighbors. You guys know Tommy, I'm sure, but you have to meet his other half, she is really nice."

I invited them in where Zena gave Sam a hug and kiss, then gave Connie the same. I used my aunt's huge blender to fix up a full load of margaritas and passed them around. The girls were in the bedroom where Zena was showing them what we had done today, leaving us guys in the living room.

Sam said, "I hope you don't mind, but we shared with Ted and Donna the fun we had last night. Donna was excited because she wants to be fucked in the ass, but Ted doesn't want to do it. She said she wants someone to teach her how to make it easier on her to get broken in. Of course, Connie had to go bragging on your big dick, so Donna wants to try that out too."

Sam smiled at Ted and said, "Of course, he heard how good Zena sucks cock, and he needs to be taught how to butt fuck so he can do Donna the right way."

The conversation was having its effects on the three of us, as all of our dicks were filling with blood, inflating, almost standing. Ted said, "Donna tries really hard, but she just doesn't give a very good blowjob. Maybe you and Zena can teach her how to give good head, along with the butt thing. Connie's tried to teach Donna but she just doesn't learn."

I was thinking I should try to get Bert out here to give some classes, so we could have a camp full of good cocksuckers, as well as ladies who enjoyed butt fucking.

The girls came through the living room on the way to the kitchen. Zena and Connie winked at me and Donna was red-faced, I wondered what they had been up to.

The girls came back with full margaritas, sitting with their respective husbands or partners. All three of the girls grasped their guy's aroused dick, stroking and squeezing them slowly. Donna wasn't bashful at all as she opened with, "Zena said she has an uncle that is a great teacher of giving head. She said he's gay, so he knows what feels good to a guy. Maybe we can get him to come out one night to give our group some pointers."

"I'll ask him," Zena said. "He's enough of a showoff that he might just do it. He's going to make a pass at all the guys, and someway, somehow, he'll figure out how to get everyone of the guys' dicks in his mouth. We might have to have him out a couple of times. Once for some blowjob instruction and then once to give us some pointers on butt fucking. I'm still new at all of this, but I'm learning fast."

Sam said, "Ted, you should have Zena give you some head. She is really good at it. Who knows, she may want to practice some other stuff with you, but remember what I told you, no pussy. She doesn't use her pussy."

Donna got up and took Zena's hand and pulled her to Ted. "Let me introduce you to little Ted. I would think it's just about mouth sized, let me hold it while you get used to it."

While Zena was kneeling in front of Ted, Sam got up and came up behind Zena, hugging her to him while his hard dick poked around her bottom. Sam began kissing and licking Zena's brown eye, exciting her while she became more and more involved in giving Ted some oral attention.

Connie came over to me and knelt in front of me, "Can I interest you in a little hanky-panky while the boys are playing? Donna's going to be over here in a minute to have some attention as well."

Donna did join us so that we were a flowing threesome. Connie gave me some head while I ate out Donna. Then I fucked Donna while Connie sat on Donna's face. The whole time we were involved doing this, Sam fucked Zena's cute butt while she sucked a load out of Ted. Then after a wash job for Sam, Ted enjoyed butt fucking a girl that really enjoyed it while Sam received one of Zena's loving blowjobs."

I finally let go and came the first time while fucking Connie. Donna pushed me away so she could bury her face in the swampy mess that I had left in Connie. With Donna on her hands and knees, I snuggled behind her and slid into her juicy pussy. The excitement of the moment was enough to get her off quickly, so I wasn't tempted to come again. I wanted to save at least one load for Zena.

The excitement died down and Connie said, "You two are going to be a problem. Sam and I were almost late going to work this morning and look at us, fucking like minks on a Thursday night, but it is only ten. Come on, Donna, Ted; let's get out of here. We need our beauty rest. We'll see you two tomorrow or Saturday.

Zena came to me and said, "Fuck me, please. I'm so hot and I've already had two dicks up me, but now I want you to finish me. I like the thought that we can play around and end up loving each other."

We kissed and made love until almost midnight. We finally collapsed, totally fucked out. Zena said, "You know what? If we keep this up, I may finally get all the sex I want. The more I get the more I want. Next time though, I want to watch you screw Donna. Connie says she a good fuck. What did you think?"

"To me, Honey, you're better, more exciting, and yes, I do prefer to be buried in you rather than anyone else."

Zena asked me a strange question while snuggling; facing each other, as she gently stroked my sated semi-hard dick, "Tell me, what do you like best, my mouth, my butt, or a pussy?"

"Hmmm, guess I could ask you what you like better, when you're eaten, butt fucked or fingered? To be honest, I think I like a pussy the best because a pussy is so soft and tight, and the ones I've had have been slippery. A pussy seems to hug a dick all the way up and down the whole dick. A seriously close second has to be your gorgeous butt. I get so excited that you let me and like me to fuck you in the bottom that I begin squirting fast. The excitement factor is what I like there. Last, but definitely nearly equal to the other ways to play, is your mouth. When you suck me, I can feel the emotion you put into it. I can feel how much you care for me by the way you have learned to please me. When you enjoy my juices in your mouth and all over you, it really gets me off."

Zena turned over and pushed my now hard dick into her. She slowly moved back and forth, fucking me gently with her open, still very juicy, bottom. We kissed some more and finally drifted off to sleep on my big queen-size bed, still connected. This was becoming a habit.

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 4



Friday began by calling Bruce to see if he needed me. He said he only needed me if I wanted to fill his mouth or bottom, otherwise enjoy a day off.

Zena and I went to the clinic Bert had suggested, arriving there at eight. Zena spoke to a nurse in the office and we were led into a room where a nurse practitioner first checked Zena out, giving her a pelvic exam. Afterwards, she had me disrobe so she could give my dick a visual inspection.

She took swabs and blood tests and told us to relax for a while and she would be back. Thirty minutes later, she came back in to tell us we were clean and ready to go bareback with each other. We didn't want to tell her that we had already been fucking like bunnies, both between us and with others.

We did receive a form that proclaimed us individually clean of all STDs.

While we were driving back to the park, Bee called my cell phone. She asked if she was still on for the weekend. I asked her if she wanted to drive out or if she wanted me to come get her. She said she would drive so if she needed or wanted to leave she could. I told her we would look for her after five. She said she was off early and would probably just come on out.

Back at what now was our new home, we stripped and put away our clothes, then gave the house a once over, dusting, vacuuming, and straightening. Just as we were finishing, Bee came in with an overnight bag. After introducing Bee and Zena, the two girls went into the guest bedroom.

I was making some sandwiches for lunch when I began hearing some telltale sounds of sexy stuff going on. I quietly peeked into the guest bedroom to find Zena on her back, with Bee buried face first into Zena's pussy. Zena was coming hard, out of breath from panting. As she pushed her pussy up to meet Bee's mouth, Zena opened her eyes then motioned to me, "Fuck this bitch, hurry and get it in her before she kills me."

Bee raised her head and turned to look at me, giving me a big smile. I was instantly hard, so taking advantage of us all being nude; I got behind Bee and worked my dick into her little frame. Soon, it was Bee who was moaning and groaning from being hammered so hard. Zena turned around into a sixty-nine and latched onto Bee's clit while I fucked her as hard as I could. This sent Bee over the top, causing her to scream loudly.

Zena was talking to me between slurps of Bee's juicy pussy. "Fuck her, fill her up with your stuff. Sperm her, cum till it shoots out of her nose." The chatter and the uniqueness of the situation had me ready to deliver a big load deep inside her. A finger snaked up to penetrate my brown eye and it caused my juices to explode into Bee.

Once I was done, Zena had Bee on her back, sucking up what I had left there. Bee opened her eyes and held her arms up to me. I leaned into her hug and we kissed. She said, "When I was out here before, I wanted to fuck you so bad. I'm glad you have a partner out here now that is as sexy as you are. Don't tell your sister about this, she already thinks I'm a slut."

We ate lunch, talking about the coming weekend. Zena told Bee about the swinger party Saturday night and Bee was up for it. She said she had a month old STD health certificate and that should be all right. Zena also told us that her three lezzy friends might come out as well, so Bee might be eating pussy all weekend.

"I'm good for that. I love pussy," Bee exclaimed with a grin. "Dick, I can take it or leave it most of the time, but pussy, give me more and more."

We walked down to the lake and took a tour of the rec building and the pool. We were surprised to find Donna sunning herself with another younger lady. Her name was Penny and she had a husband, Kerry, who was at work. I jumped into the pool and began swimming while Zena got better acquainted with Penny and Bee. Donna came over to me after a while and said, Bee, Zena, and Penny went to your place. Want to go up to see what they're up to?"

If Bee was as aggressive as Zena, I knew what they were up to. Penny was probably being devoured. When we walked in the door, our suspicions were confirmed. Penny was on her back on the couch, with Bee between her legs munching away, and Zena sitting on her face, caressing her own breasts.

Donna told me to sit. She knelt in front of me, cupping her pussy, then ran her hands up her sides to cup her breasts. As my cock filled out, Donna leaned over and began sucking it into her mouth, deeper and deeper until I could feel my length begin going into her throat. Donna didn't gag, but she did pull back, wet my dick thoroughly, then repeated the action. In no time, I was ready to lose a big load into Donna.

I pulled from her and kissed her all over, making her excited, panting. Zena joined me in making love to Donna, working her way down to where she was face to pussy, and enjoying one orgasm after another.

Watching Zena enjoy Donna's pussy stimulated me to want to join in. I went to the bathroom for some of the new slippery stuff we had just gotten, and after kissing, licking, stretching, and tonguing Zena's brown eye, I introduced my long, thick, cock into her hole. She was becoming able to accept me inside her easier each time, and this time I was sliding deep into her by the fourth stroke.

I was really giving it to Zena when I noticed Bee and Penny sitting next to Donna, as Zena was eating away. My sensors were going off and I knew I would come soon, so I slowed my pace and just slid back and forth into Zena's chute. I moaned that I was going to come and kept the steady pace until surge after surge shot through me into Zena. It felt so good.

Zena pulled from me and turned to kiss me affectionately, but with enough passion my dick didn't think it wanted to quit yet. I left the girls to go wash up and clean my dick.

When I returned, they were all laying around just chatting quietly. I lay down next to Zena, and Bee came to my other side. Bee still wanted to play and was holding and stroking my hardening dick. I told her that I needed some time to rest and she said, "This thing doesn't feel like it wants to rest. It's almost as hard as ever."

Before a minute passed, she was sucking me into her mouth, gently massaging the head, tantalizing the underside of the knob. Zena leaned over me and kissed me, making me shudder. Next she straddled my head saying, "Eat me, Lover, clean up your mess. Do me like no one else; show them you're my true sexy, sensual, man."

I had dumped quite a load up there and now I was getting to clean it up. Oh well, at least it was mine and it didn't taste like where it was coming from. Zena was coming quickly, bent over squeezing more and more of my juice from her bottom.

Zena finally got off me and Bee let my dick be for a while. I got up, staggering to the kitchen, to make myself a stiff one. This was becoming hard work.

I went in and lay on the couch for a short nap, only to wake up from the weight of little Joanie sitting on my chest, with Betsy and Margaret standing by my head. "Are you ready for us, Stud. There are three strange girls in the big bedroom with Zena. Who are they?"

"Go wake them up. I think Penny and Donna probably need to get home to their husbands. The girl with the dark hair you know. She's my sister's roommate. She's out here for the weekend."

Joanie said, "Don't move, let me get my clothes off and put away so I can have a real hug."

I did get up, because I needed to use the bathroom. Margaret and Betsy were busy waking up the four girls in the big bedroom. Donna and Penny said they were late getting home, but said their husbands wouldn't be mad if they told them why they were away from the house.

Joanie intercepted me coming from the bathroom, jumping up to wrap her legs around my waist and getting a warm hug. When she got down, she said, "Come help me get the food out of the car. We have a couple of cases of beer and a bunch of steaks and fresh vegetables."

We were able to unload the car and get the groceries and a whole case of beer in the refrigerator. Betsy was nude now, like Joan, but Margaret still had her clothes on. She had me sit in the living room, where she put in a CD and said, "Watch me dance; I've been practicing for you."

The music started and Margaret flowed around the room, losing clothes as she went. Her blouse was first to go, soon followed by her skirt. Aha, no bloomers this time. Maggie had on a pair of very brief, sexy, panties that barely covered her rich forest of pubic hair. They were a bright red that matched the demi-bra that cupped her breasts, just holding them up so her nipples could stick straight out invitingly. She smoothly danced around the room, often coming close to me, bringing a nipple almost to my lips, but backing away at the last second. Her panties were soon on the floor and Margaret was displaying herself to me, running her fingers through her now freshly trimmed pubic hair and wet lower lips.

Maggie was grinning as she came to me and said, "It's so nice to see you get hard for me, to get excited over my body. Your excitement just makes me squish."

She knelt in front of me and held my now raging hardon, then leaned over and gently sucked the head into her mouth. She looked up at me and asked, "Do you want to come, do you need to come? I'll be happy to suck you until you coat my body with your juices."

"Do you think I should, Margaret. Zena has already drained me twice today. Should I squirt again?"

Maggie grinned and said, "I think you should. I think you should let me suck you until you begin squirting in my mouth, then shoot it all over me. I'm going to wear your juices in pride and make the others lick it off me and suck me."

She didn't wait for an answer, but began stroking me and sucking me fairly fast. At the same time, she had her free hand holding and squeezing my balls. She rose up saying, "I made Betsy teach me how to give head to you. She made me practice with one of her dildos until I think it was squirting out of self-defense."

As she went back to stroking and sucking, Bee and Zena came into the living room. They both got down on either side of Maggie and began caressing and teasing her excitable parts. Watching the two excited me even more and my insides were sending up the signal for impending launch. The first shot made Margaret groan. The second made her groan and swallow, and then she pulled me from her mouth and directed all the remaining squirts on her face and both breasts.

When she knew I was empty, Maggie sucked me back into her mouth, sucking and licking the head, actually keeping me hard. She pulled off with a pop and said, "I think I could probably get him to squirt some more, do you think I should try?"

Zena kissed Maggie on the spermy cheek and suggested, "Why don't we let him rest up. There are a lot of us that would really enjoy some more from him."

Bee pulled Margaret's face around to her began licking off her face and with her other hand she was fingering Maggie's clit, quickly bringing her off. Zena said to Bee, "My, oh my, you are a sexy creature. You've fucked my boyfriend, sucked my pussy and two of our neighbor ladies, and now you're after Maggie. I think you could really be a nice toy this weekend."

Bee pulled from Maggie's face and said with a moan, "I never get enough sexy stuff. Guys won't play with me enough and I don't meet girls that will play as much as I want to play. I think I could fuck non-stop for a week then suck pussy for the next. I didn't think this weekend was going to turn out so sexy, but I was hoping to get a chance to fuck Tommy. He's always visiting with his sister, showing off his filled out jeans. I just knew he had big balls and a fat cock."

Zena was slowly stroking my still hard, and now getting tender, dick, while discussing me with Bee who was still furiously stroking the now cumming Maggie. Maggie had her head back, with her mouth open, holding on to Bee's arm as it continued to slide multiple fingers into her hole, while still stimulating her clit.

Maggie finally slumped down, laying her head in my lap. Bee pulled her hand from between Maggie's legs, hugged her, and kissed her neck, while I stroked her head, petting her as she recovered from her very nice orgasm.

Maggie raised her head and looked at me, "Would you kiss me, I'd like to feel you kissing me."

With as much emotion and tenderness as I could develop, I kissed Margaret with wet open lips to let her savor a sexy kiss with a man. She pulled off me and said, "You know that was the first real kiss from a man, other than my dad and grandpa. That was nice. You know one of these days I'm going to want this thing." Margaret had taken hold of my limbering cock again, "I'm going to want this thing in me. I think it might feel good. I want you to get my virginity. I busted my cherry years and years ago, and everyone here except Bee has fucked me with a dildo, their tongue, fingers, and even fists, but I want your dick to fill me up with the stuff you've been squirting all over me."

I kissed Maggie again for making such a sweet proposal to me. We smiled at each other, as she stood, pulled me to stand, and grabbed me in a full body hug. She shivered and said, "Now I need a drink. Tommy has made me BI-sexual now, and has made me dream about strange stuff ever since last week. I think all of us are becoming addicted to how sexy we are together."

We took a vote, Margaritas, Mojitos, or Tequila Sunrises. Margaritas won so I used my aunt's giant blender to mix up a batch, poured them in glasses, and then mixed up a second batch. With all these people, we were going to need another liquor run.

The drinks led to us getting supper ready. Some made salads, while some made some kind of cheesy pasta dish with broccoli, and I started the steaks. We all chowed down, some chasing the good food with Margaritas, while some of us drank beer. With six people, the kitchen was full, but we managed to get the table and kitchen clean before wandering, en masse, down to the rec hall. The place was filling up with weekend folks. There were lots of families with kids, but the nice thing about this park was the diversity. There were older retired couples, middle-aged empty nesters, and quite a few young couples.

Zena and I were already being identified as a couple, with lots of girl friends that enjoyed coming out. Most of the older and middle-aged couples knew me from all the years I had come out to the park with my aunt, and welcomed me as a permanent resident. It seemed as if now that I had a female partner, I was receiving a whole lot more hugs from the older and senior ladies than I had ever received. It was nice, a little un-nerving sometimes, to feel a sixty-year old lady's fur rubbing against your wanger that you were trying to keep quiet. If they had looked, they would have seen that it was a little rosy from all the use it had been getting.

We had a pleasant evening visiting. The younger couples seemed to gravitate together until we decided to go to Penny and Kerry's new home. They had just moved into it after it had been built as a gift from Penny's folks. The house was nice, with a big living room/family room combination that was separated from the kitchen by a long bar that accommodated the sink and kitchen work area, on the other side of a wide shelf. Kerry quickly made everyone drinks and we soon were all lounging in the living room together. The subject came around to me having six women in the house. Zena said, "The six us are girl oriented and most of us would have all been considered lesbian, but after last weekend, we're all pretty much bisexual. Not all of us fuck with our pussies, but we all are fun to be around."

Connie asked, "Did you two," meaning Zena and me, "have an opportunity to get tested?"

Zena said, "You bet. We were at a doctor's clinic suggested by my uncle at eight this morning. We got a clean bill of health. Bee has recently been tested, and these other four I can vouch for, have not been touched by a dick in the four years I've know them. They have eaten a lot of pussy though," laughing, and being punched by big-titted Betsy.

As she was idly playing with Connie's public hair, Donna said, "I'm dyin' to play with those monster bazooms on you, Betsy. I hope you like them to be sucked and licked, because I'm going to suck for oil, or would that be milk?"

Betsy cupped them and said, "Isn't it funny, I get pissed when all guys want to do is to play with my tits, but let a girl get forward about sucking on them and I get wet. Come over here and suck them, Donna. Perhaps I can get Joanie, our little pussy sucker, to help my pussy out."

That was like a bell going off. Donna crawled across the floor to capture one of Betsy's giant boobs in her mouth. Kenny followed her across the floor, stroking his hard cock, and aiming at Donna's now exposed wet pussy while she was still on her hands and knees.

Instead of Joanie diving into Betsy's pussy, Margaret just leaned down and began licking and sucking. Joanie, who had been sitting next to Connie, was now instantly in a sixty-nine with her. Sam was kissing Penny, while Ted was at her back, reaching around to toy with Penny's nipples. Bee was under Maggie, with her mouth latched onto her pussy.

Zena and I were holding each other, watching the show before us. Soon, Penny straddled Sam, but had Ted licking and opening her brown eye as he stroked himself to firmness. Penny said, "Go in the big bathroom and get the big bottle of Astroglide. You'll slide right in with that stuff, hurry, I want to be full of dick tonight."

As she played with my stiffening dick, Zena said to me, "You know since meeting you, we've been on a non-stop sexual bender. Can you believe how sexy everyday has been? Think about it, we've been doing something sexy everyday. I wonder if that's a good thing."

I hugged her and said, "Look at us right this second. You and I are excited, but content to watch our new and long time friends play while we cuddle and watch. I'm sure we could both find a place to wiggle in, but we're enjoying just being together. As long as sex doesn't take away from you and me just enjoying being together, we're fine. We both enjoy sex and I'm having more sex than anytime in my life. We'll just enjoy ourselves and make sure we stay grounded and not let ourselves grow apart."

"A little over a week ago, I was a definite lez," Zena said, giving me a loving hug. "The only man I knew was my unk, and that was only because I love him so much and wanted him to be happy. I found out I like the bottom play, then you come along and interest me. I wanted to challenge you with my die-hard lesbian girlfriends, but look what happened, I'm hooked on you, Betsy thinks you're wonderful and even fucked you. Little Joanie is dying to be intimate with you, and Margaret is even thinking of fucking you. You were open-minded enough to let unk show me how to give you head and even let him suck you. Shoot lover, I'm even thinking I should reconsider my virginity quest."

"Relax, Zena, let's just go with the flow. We'll begin and end each day with each other and fill the in between with lots of fun and happy times."

"Oh, Tommy, I love this stuff. Look at them, all of them. They're all just wallowing in sex. Wallow in sex with me, Lover. Make me cum, I need it watching all this stuff."

I was all over Zena, loving her, kissing her, making her excitement level boil over into orgasm after orgasm. A few minutes after sucking her into a shaking, quivering orgasm, Bee came over to us and pushed me out of the way saying, "Be gentle, Tommy, let me show you. You're driving her nuts from coming. Let her relax and get her to come a little at a time."

About that time, Connie and Joanie pushed me on my back. Joanie gave me a sizzling kiss saying, "Connie and I are gonna fuck you senseless. Eat my pussy while Connie feasts on you."

Joanie didn't let any grass grow under her feet or pussy and sat right on my face, rubbing her clit on my nose. I sucked her clit into my mouth, getting her to squeal. Connie only gave my dick a couple of slow sucks before climbing over me and sliding down on me. I could tell the two girls were kissing while pleasuring and being pleasured by me. Connie didn't last long before her pussy was clamping down on me and I could hear her gasping through one cum after another.

Joanie rose off my mouth and said, "Switch." Connie climbed off, came up and sat on my face, while facing my feet. I felt little Joanie holding me letting her wet lower lips touch the head of my cock. First it was just the head going in and out of the entrance to her pussy. She said, "Oh, that feels good. His dick is warm and soft but still firm, not cold and hard like a toy. This is going to feel so good."

Connie asked, "Is this the first time you've ever been fucked?"

"No, I let him fuck me last week, but he wore a rubber. This time I'm feeling his bare flesh on me for the first time."

"Are you okay, do you need some protection?" Connie asked.

"No, I'm just about to start my period, I've got some cream up there and I have a morning after pill at the house. I went to the doctor to go on the pill this week. Betsy, Maggie, and I all went. We all want to fuck this guy when Zena will let us." Joanie slid down on me, filling her. "Oh that feels so good, Uh, ah, coming already. Ooh, so good."

Joanie was shivering though another orgasm as I licked Connie into what I hoped was a good one. Joanie was soon leaning against Connie, being held as she moved forward and back letting the last of her orgasm wash through her. She pulled off me and sat beside me, grasping and gently stroking me.

"He didn't come because I think he's already come three or four times today. How many times can a guy come in a day?"

Connie chucked, "It depends. It depends if they're in good shape, what they eat, if they're rested. Most guys can get off three times in a day, but spaced out over the day. Sam can almost always go four times a day, and Kenny comes gushers, but only once and sometimes twice in a day. Tommy's cool though, as he stays so hard even though he's not trying to come again. We girls only need him hard to have most of our fun. I love a mouthful sometimes, but most of all I love to be fucked. I like to have my pussy eaten too, as you noticed you little pussy sucker, you."

Bee and Zena were now sitting up next to Connie. Bee said, "If no one's going to use that thing, I am." She straddled my hips and slid onto me, slowly stroking up and down.

Zena leaned down and kissed me very lovingly. "This is what I mean; we are just surrounded by sexy people and sexy things. I love it. It makes me want you all the more but I just love all this sexy stuff."

Soon you could tell the urgency had gone out of the couplings around the room. Bee was still posting on my dick until Zena said, "Bee, how many times are you going to come on that thing. My goodness, you would think you never get any."

Bee exclaimed, "I told you, Zena, I never get enough lately. I'm coming close today, and I'm not even sore yet. I'll stop. Poor Tommy is going to get sore."

Sam said, "What a great way to get sore. Isn't it great to have so much pussy around you can't fuck it all?"

"You can't fuck this pussy at all, Sam," Zena said, with a laugh.

Sam was laughing too, "Yeah, but you have an ass that is to die for. I loved fucking you and look forward to another good butt fucking adventure with you in the future."

"Oh shit, now my bottom is getting itchy, I wonder what it would be like to get gangbanged in the butt. Ooh, I don't know if I'm up to it tonight."

Penny said, "I don't think any of these guys, except Mr. Everhard laying here, is up for a gang bang of any kind. Even Tommy seems to finally be wilting a little and I haven't had a turn on that pole of fun. Guess we'll have to wait for tomorrow night."

Donna said, "Okay guys, no fucking around tomorrow. No jacking off, no nothing. You girls no blowjobs in the morning or lunch time quickies. Save all the juice for after we eat tomorrow night. We meet right here, the biggest house among us, and bring plenty of lube and rubbers if you want them to be used. We're going to have a real orgy tomorrow night. Are you girls coming tomorrow night? We could use some more guys, but more mouths and pussies to suck on is always good."

Bee said, "I'm not part of the fearsome foursome here, but I'll be there with Tom and Zena."

Betsy explained, "We're reduced to a tired threesome now that Zena's moved in with her stud. She says she's still lez, but she's sucking dick like a pro and butt fucking every time you see her. Some lez, the only dick free lez in our bunch is Maggie and she's slipping fast. I wonder when she's going to slip that thing into her pussy."

Margaret smiled demurely, or at least as demurely as a nude girl with pussy juice all over her face can look.

We all left Penny and Ted's place to go our separate ways to our abodes. It was getting chilly, so we went home quickly, went in, and shut the windows. I turned on the fancy electric heater that looked like a fireplace to take the chill out of the living room. Betsy went into the kitchen and came out with a stack of plastic cups and a bottle of Jack Daniel's Black label. "Who wants a little nightcap? Let's have a drink while we figure out beds and bedmates."

Bee said, "I'd like to sleep with Tommy and Zena. Would you three feel left out if I did that?"

Joanie said, "That's fine with me, I get Betsy and Maggie to myself. I can be surrounded by my two best buddies of all times."

We had our nightcap and migrated to bed. The one thing we needed was at least one more bathroom, but then we wouldn't have so many people here all the time, or at least I hope not.

I was the last to get to the bathroom, where I peed and brushed my teeth. I washed up good, inspecting my dick to make sure it wasn't rubbed raw anywhere. It looked and felt pretty good considering the work I had put it through.

I passed the little bedroom and stopped in to kiss each of three ladies good night. They were all sleepy and acted as if they might go to sleep quickly.

Going into the big bedroom, the conditions were not the same. Zena was on top of Bee in a sixty-nine. The two were really going after each other. I could tell that both were coming often. Zena raised her head and said softly, "Come around here and stick that thing into the sloppy hole. Taste it first though, as she has the sweetest tasting pussy you can ever taste."

I did get a mouthful and twiddled her clit with my tongue before standing and sliding my dick slowly into her drooling hole. I didn't fuck fast, only a slow in and a slow slide back out. That, along with Zena's sucking mouth, had Bee literally squirting juices out from around my dick.

When Bee went slack, Zena rose up with a juicy face and smiled, "Do you have enough left to give me one more good fucking before we go to sleep?"

How to do you resist a gorgeous girl that's inviting you to fuck her round, delicious bottom? We pulled the sheet and bedspread up over Bee before I positioned Zena on her back, pulling her legs up with my arms. I tasted her bottom and could tell she was full of slippery stuff. She shuddered from having my tongue pass over her hole and shuddered again as I fingered her hole.

Kneeling up, I slowly pushed my dick head into her hole, popping gently into her. After Zena's groan of what I hoped was enjoyment, I slid in a couple of more inches and slowly withdrew an inch. I kept this up until I was balls deep into her with her legs wrapped tightly around my back. She whispered into my ear, "Fuck me, fuck me good, Lover, make me come, fill me up."

We fucked slowly for a couple of minutes until she was saying, "Faster, faster, I'm gonna cum. Faster."

As I was speeding up, Bee rose between us and started kissing Zena and me while playing with Zena's breasts. Just as Zena let out a loud groan and I could feel her pussy gushing juices; Bee bit one of my nipples. The pain caused me to spasm, shooting another gusher into the depths of Zena's bottom.

Zena groaned, "I can feel it, I can feel it. I'm cumming too, God it's so good, oh I can feel you cumming in me. It's so warm."

Bee kissed both of us as we calmed down. Zena was holding me in her and said, "Don't pull out of me, turn me over and hug my back, but don't pull out, I want to feel you in me."

I did as asked while Bee pulled the sheet, spread, and a light blanket over us, snuggling against my back while reaching over the both of us to rest a hand on Zena's stomach.

We were instantly asleep.

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 5



Saturday morning all of the girls were energized, wanting to get out and do all forms of activities. They wanted to take a hike, canoe, swim in the pool, swim in the lake, play volleyball on the sand courts by the rec room, and have a picnic. Like I said, they wanted to do everything.

We did what I wanted to do first. We ate a huge breakfast. We had sausage, bacon, eggs, biscuits, gravy, and fried potatoes. The girls all said they would get fat eating stuff like that, but I felt like I would just get happier.

After breakfast, those that wanted to go canoeing checked out a canoe and went canoeing. That was Margaret and Bee.

Betsy and Joanie wanted to use the pool and lake and get some sun so they could work on their tans.

Zena said, "Let's you and I paint the rest of the trim and start on the house. It'll be nice to have it all painted for the summer. We can talk about the addition you're thinking of."

Zena and I had a good morning. We finished the trim and were able to paint one side and the front of the house before people came back to the cabin for lunch. We made sandwiches from the roast beef, cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes the girls brought. A couple had a beer for lunch while Zena and I drank some Coke.

After lunch, they all wanted to go to the sand courts for some challenge volleyball games. They said that we could have six on a team and challenge another group of six. I remembered the spirited games from my youth. My aunt had loved to play when she was younger. My mom and dad even played with her back then. We had a good time. We didn't win, but I found out that Margaret was a good player and could jump really high. She was able to stop a spike several times and little Joanie was an expert at diving and saving a ball from hitting the sand. Zena was excellent at setting up Margaret, and even big boobed Betsy could do a favorable set up. Maggie and I were in the front with Joanie and Zena in the middle with Betsy and Bee in the back. We would do this again and perhaps win one of these Saturdays.

After volleyball, we were splashing in the pool, playing a game of pool volleyball that was more splashing than volleyball. We all went back to the cabin and showered. The girls were giving themselves and each other trims and helping to shave each other. Joanie and Betsy wanted to shave me, but I resisted saying, "I'm not sure about that. I'll check out the guys and see what they think about guys shaving. If they think it isn't queer, I might try it for you-all."

We went over to Kerry and Penny's new house, thinking that we were early. Instead, our group was the last to arrive. We were introduced to the four other couples we had not formally met yet.

First was a black couple that I had not noticed before. The girl was June, who I thought I remembered from when I was young. She was average height with small breasts and a pookie ass. It stuck out enough to almost think you could rest your drink on it. Her husband's name was Gerald. He was a nice looking guy with a long, skinny, dick that reminded you of Bert.

Then there was a real tall guy also named Tom. He was tall and skinny, with a dick that snuggled into his belly, as if it were tiny, when it was soft. I would later see that it wasn't that small, just shriveled up when soft. His wife was Jenny. She was tall, good looking, with some good sized, but droopy tits. They were probably the oldest of the group, late thirties - early forties.

The other two couples had to be taken as a group because they were unusual. They were brothers married to twin sisters. The couples were Jim and Tina, and Jack and Terry. Tina was the most vocal of the four. She said, "You can tell Terry and me apart by the big red spot on the inside of her leg. Other than that, we look alike."

Jack said, "They will play tricks on you and try to convince you that they are each other. They've been doing it to Jim and me since we met them. I'm still not sure whom I spent our honeymoon with. We all got married and went on the honeymoon together."

Kerry and Penny had three big picnic tables outside on their big screened-in patio and pool area. The place was really nice, by far the nicest in the park. Penny said, "My dad said that if we would have a small wedding, he would build us a house out here. He's a builder anyway. You know him, Tommy. I remember you coming out with your aunt all the time. He's the big guy who used to take all the boys on camping trips. He was the scoutmaster out here."

I remembered him well. He was a great guy to have around, who spent a lot of time listening to boys, and helping them understand how to act within a nudist group.

"Anyway," Penny continued, "Kerry and I set up everything to get married out here and it didn't cost mom and dad a penny. We had all our friends from out here and even some non-nudists come. Everyone got together and we had a great wedding and a real banquet afterward. Instead of a big honeymoon, Kerry and I went on a canoe trip to the other end of the lake and camped out for three days. It would have been longer, but we ran out of food."

Kerry added, "And toilet paper. Man, can women go through toilet paper."

That earned him a punch from Penny.

"Penny's dad was so impressed that we had put everything together for a great wedding, that he began building on the property next door to their house the next day. You're standing in the result."

As we ate dinner and I talked with each of the couples, I realized that some had been childhood friends and that I actually knew everyone but Gerald. June said, "Mom and dad sent me off to UF for school and this is what I brought back. Gerald is an attorney with the Wilkens group in the city. His parents are now living out here too. They bought a big doublewide over in the trailer area and are planning on possibly building a place if they can find a free lot. Tommy, your place is made up of eight lots. Maybe you can sell us a couple so Gerald and me, and my mom and dad, can build. I know you like all those trees around, but your property is eight long lots side by side. You could sell us a couple and keep a lot between us. Then you could sell two to four lots on the other side of us. You could get some good money for them."

Zena looked at me and said, "You could probably get enough for the additions on your house that you want to do, maybe even have a patio and pool like this one."

I nodded, thinking about it and said, "Actually there is a little cypress swamp that takes up at least two of the lots. I wouldn't want to disturb that and all the wildlife. Since the lots are all six hundred feet deep and five hundred across, those are pretty big lots but the park wants to keep the density down back where the cabin is."

Kerry sat up straight with his mouth open, "Holy shit, those lots are all five and half acres. I didn't realize they were so big. No wonder it seems so far down that path where the section road is. Gerald, those pieces of property are probably worth a fortune."

"I wouldn't think they would be any higher than anywhere else," I said, trying to remember some park history. "The big difference is that it is in the private park area. Mr. Franks said my aunt was one of the first investors out here and helped get the park going. She even had a trailer out here in the beginning; but back then, everyone was either in a travel trailer or tent."

June asked again, "What do you think, Tom, would you consider selling a couple of your lots?"

"Sure, June, it would be nice to have you and Gerald as neighbors. I remember your dad too, June. He was the one that was always organizing the fishing contests and got me really interested in fishing. Now that I'm back out here, I can start fishing again. Maybe he and I can go out together."

Gerald answered for June, "He'd love that. He's always trying to get me to go out with him. He's big on deep sea fishing too now. If he gets a fishing buddy, June's mom will never see him."

Zena chimed in, "I think I can keep him around the house most of the time. He can go fishing, but I like him home at night. I need my bed warmer."

After dinner, the girls cleaned up while the guys took two of the picnic tables outside of the screened area. The remaining table became full of deserts and munchies, along with an array of liquors, mixes, and a big bowl of ice.

Kerry was sitting on a lounger when Penny came back out to the patio area. She sat down cross-legged between Kerry's legs and began stroking his dick, getting it to firm up. She limberly leaned over and sucked it into her mouth, increasing it to its maximum size. Once she had Kerry's dick hard, she turned and said to the rest of us, "Since I'm the hostess, I get all of the first loads. I want them in me and on me, all over me. Try to keep it out of my eyes, but I want a taste of every one of these swinging dicks, I want Tommy in my pussy and Gerald, I want that long dick of yours up my ass. While you two fuck me, I want to suck the other five of you guys till I have all of my dessert either in my tummy or all over me. You girls can have some of your guys' stuff back when you clean me up. Come on you swinging dicks, let's get this party started, make me airtight. Help me girls, get your guys ready so it doesn't take me all night to get a load out of them."

Zena was stroking my already hard dick when Joanie came over to me and dove down on my dick. I had to tell Joanie, "Don't do to much of that if I'm supposed to give the first load to Penny. I've been horny all day, but I saved it up for tonight."

I soon was on my back on a blow up queen size air mattress, with Penny squirming on my fat dick while Gerald fed his long, skinny, dick into Penny's brown eye. Sam was first in Penny's mouth, proving she could take every millimeter of Sam's size.

I didn't do much as Penny was squirming trying to get an up and down rhythm going while Gerald was long stroking Penny's well oiled butt. Penny was trying to keep the chain going, sucking on Sam while jacking off Jim and Jack. Joanie came over and sat on my mouth saying, this will keep Tommy occupied while I suck on some of these balls.

The added stimulation had Sam squirting down Penny's throat. She squealed as Joanie latched onto Jim's balls, making him squirt all over Penny's face. Jack saw the opening and plunged his six fat inches into Penny's mouth. Ted and Kerry came up to be stroked by Penny's free hands. It was too much excitement for Kerry to watch Penny being gangbanged as he squirted all over her face. She pulled off Jack long enough to suck up the last of Kerry's offering before pulling him down for a spermy kiss.

Penny was able to get Jack back in her mouth in time to swallow most of his load as Joanie was squeezing his balls. Ted was left and Joanie was slobbering over his balls while fingering his butt hole. This was becoming too much for him and soon he was squirting in Penny's mouth and all over her face.

Gerald was panting, now on his short strokes, asking, "Do you want it in you or all over you?"

Penny gasped, herself coming now, and almost out of breath said, "Shoot it on me, get my tits, cream me, Gerald.'

Joanie had gotten up from my face and was staring at Penny's sperm covered face as Gerald came around and began blasting Penny with splatter after splatter of creamy juice all over her breasts.

Penny groaned and leaned down to give me a very wet, spermy, kiss, "Turn me over and fuck me, fill my pussy to the brim, Tommy."

I did as requested and was really pounding her as she was nearly screaming with each plunge. I shivered from the feeling of my balls telegraphing the rest of my body that the good stuff was on the way. Gasping, I said, "I'm gonna cum, Penny, it's coming."

Zena was in my ear, as always, "Do it, come in her."

Penny was repeating what Zena was saying, "Come in me, come in me, fill me, come in me."

I began shooting load after load into her. I could tell some was leaking out the sides of my dick since I was shooting so much. I finally collapsed on Penny, squishing from all the sperm that was on her. She opened her eyes and pulled me to her for another very spermy kiss. "You, Sir, are a pussy full. Damn that was good. Now get off, I have a creamy dessert for my husband to eat."

As I pulled off her, Zena pulled me up to sink to her knees and suck me into her mouth. Joanie and Betsy came over to us and began licking the transferred come from my chest. Maggie came and kissed me and started licking my face clean of the sperm that had splattered there as well.

Kerry was face first in the just filled pussy of Penny, whose eyes were rolled up under her lids as Kerry brought her off by sucking her clit. As soon as Penny pushed Kerry off her from coming so much, the other girls attacked poor Penny, licking her everywhere and sucking up the juices still running from her pussy.

Zena had pulled her mouth from me and I felt something different, I looked down and she was on hands and knees backing up to take me into her bottom. She was really well lubed as I slid into her all the way to my balls. Zena was gasping, "I get your second load, no matter what. You're going to be my first and last tonight, so fuck me, Baby, fuck your Zena."

Our lezzy boarders helped me by getting under Zena and devouring her breasts. Joanie had slid all the way up to suck Zena's clit sending her into dizzying orgasms. Betsy was feeding me a big nipple attached to a big boob while she was nibbling my nipples. Bee came and gave me a kiss saying, "You are the sexiest man I've ever met. You just give everyone pleasure."

I wasn't going to last with this stimulation. It was over for me when Bee began tonguing my brown eye and squeezing my balls. As her long tongue shot up my butt, I squirted, filling Zena's butt. She screamed her pleasure, feeling me squirting in her, as Joanie ravished her pussy and clit.

When I pulled from Zena, she turned real quick and swallowed my dick. I was surprised, and almost repulsed, until Betsy whispered in my ear, "She took a dozen enemas before we came so she could do what she's doing right now. She was so excited about doing this, that she was coming while we gave her enema after enema.

Bee had her mouth to Zena's butt, licking out the creamy juice that was leaking from there.

The twins, with Jack and Jim, were sitting near us with their mouths open, staring at the way our group was pleasuring each other. Zena was keeping me hard, and I was so excited that I felt like I would never be soft again.

June came over to us and gave me a drink of iced brown stuff. It was scotch. I smiled up at her and asked, "How did you know I liked scotch?"

"Easy, Tommy, all men sexy like you enjoy scotch. Save me some of that thing, I want you to stretch me a little."

The girls were soon all lying in a pile, smiling. Margaret said, "Isn't this wild, the four us at an orgy, a heterosexual orgy. Can you imagine what the girls at the P club are going to say?"

June said, "So you all go to the Pussy club too. Most of us ladies go there sometimes just to have fun. It's a neat place for ladies to go for just a girl gab fest."

As I looked around, I could see couplings all over. Penny was being pounded by Sam, while Kerry was doing Donna doggie style. The twins, Tina and Terry, were on their knees on the picnic table seat while Jack and Jim were behind them, splitting them down the middle.

Tom and Ted were swapped with Donna and Jenny. Gerald had spirited Zena to the air mattress to slide his long dick up Zena's bottom. June pulled me up with her hand, moving me toward the air mattress saying, "I want you to fuck me while my man fucks your woman next to us."

June pulled me down into a long sexy kiss, while bringing my dick in alignment with her pussy. She wanted to fuck and to be fucked fast. I pumped and pounded until she had a couple of orgasms, then I began making love to her the way I enjoyed it. I kissed her face, her neck, and worked down to her chest, but all while continuing to slide in and out of her. Her pussy was tight, but very wet. She was protesting when I pulled free of her and slid down to begin licking and sucking her pussy and clit, while sliding fingers into her pussy and bottom. This got her off quick, making her rapidly come over and over. When she was pushing my head away from her pussy, I rose up, entered and pounded her some more, until she locked her legs and arms around me saying "Enough, please, enough, take a rest."

Zena had Gerald almost passed out on his back, his dick limp as a noodle. We left the two of them near catatonic to get something to drink. We both had some scotch while holding each other. Zena said, "Isn't this awesome? I love this. These are all nice people. They are like us and love to fuck and are all so sexy. That Penny really surprised me. She really enjoyed her gangbang and cum bath. God, I'd love that. When you get my pussy broken in, I'm going to do that."

She gave me a kiss and said, "Do you mind, I want to try them all if they can keep it up."

I smiled at her, giving her a kiss, "Enjoy yourself, but don't over do it. Don't hurt that lovely ass of yours. I like it too much."

"Don't worry, Honey, we'll be each other's last tonight. Now go fuck all of them. Fuck them in all their holes, but save that last shot for me."

Sam was sitting back resting, when Zena went to him, turned around and presented her butt to his face. It was funny to watch as his dick immediately filled up as he leaned forward and began tonguing Zena's butt.

One of the twins took me by the hand and pulled me to the air mattress where her twin was already laying. The one who had brought me over said, "We want you to fuck us the way you did Penny and Zena, but first, we want to play with your dick. It's bigger around than we're used to, and we want to suck it and play with it, do you mind?"

"How do you mind two cute girls playing with you? You can do that as long as you turn around and let me suck those cute little hairless pussies you have."

We played that way for fifteen minutes or so, until one of them was astride me, raising and lowering on my pole, while the other was sitting on my face coming from my tongue. They soon switched and rode me until they finally lay down on both sides of me and one asked, "Don't you ever come?"

"Too much and too often. I'll come again soon, but I'm trying to hold off and stay hard so I can enjoy all of the ladies here."

The twin I think was Terry, said, "There's no way you can fuck all seven of these women and yours too, no way, even if you don't come."

"Well one, Margaret, I may not be able to fuck as she's never done it before, but is thinking about it. The rest, I think I can make it if I don't come more than one more time."

Then the other twin, Tina, said, "We'll help you. If you fuck all of them, except Margaret, we'll both be over to give you daily blowjobs next week. Come on, Terry; let's get them lined up so he can do the bunch. You and I will get them ready and he can fuck them. He's already done us, Penny, June, and Zena, let's get Connie, Donna, Jenny, and his lezzies together, and see if he can do it."

They turned back to me and said, "The deal is, you have to fuck them all, make them all come at least once, and if you do, we'll be giving you blowjobs for a week. We'll even suck your sweet Zena off when we do you."

I think I could easily fuck a dozen if I didn't have to come all the time. Since I had come twice already and was looking forward to a session with Zena at home later, this should be easy.

Jenny was first. She was well lubed, and after a sexy kiss, she pushed my face down to her drooling pussy, saying, "Eat me, suck that juicy pussy. Your Zena said you love pussy, so show me. Oh yeah, you're good." She shivered and came as I nibbled her clit.

Jenny was soon squirming on my pole. I had her flat on her back, fucking her, while fingering her clit. Every time she would begin to squeal, I would lean over and kiss her while twisting a nipple.

Connie was next and was came instantly when I slid into her as she proclaimed, "Oh, oh, I love that thing in my pussy. Damn that feels so good, oh yeah, keep it coming, keep pounding." She soon was catatonic, so I left her for Bee who slid under me.

Bee said in my ear, "Eat my pussy, suck some of the juice out and share it with me. Just the thought of that is making me come."

I went down on Bee making her wiggle, pant, and come, then raised up and plunged into her as I kissed her, forcing her to suck down all the sloppy come I had sucked up. She was done quickly.

Next was Betsy, who demanded that I suck her pussy too. She said, "I've had another man now and I want you in me tonight too. Fuck me baby, but fuck my tits too, come on my face for me." I fucked her but didn't know about squirting her face until she had me pull out of her soft wet pussy and fuck her big tits. While I was fucking her tits, Bee did it to me again, as she began fingering and tonguing my butt hole while squeezing my balls. I began squirting all over Betsy's face, up her nose, in her mouth, and just soaking her hair. She was covered. But to her credit, she latched onto my dick and kept sucking keeping me rigid. She motioned around me and little Joanie took my dick and stuck it in her mouth as Betsy rose up and gave me a sloppy kiss. She said, "Now fuck the little runt. Fuck her good, she's trying to set a record and fuck all these guys."

As Joanie lay on her back, she said with a big grin, "Eat me, Tommy, suck my sloppy pussy. Make me come."

I did and she did. I didn't have to but touch her clit with my tongue and she was coming, squeezing white slimy stuff from her pussy lips. I rose up and slid my hardening dick into her pussy and began banging her.

There was a strange thought in my mind. Sucking on a creamy pussy was exciting me into a continued hardon. Pretty strange, but it was exciting nevertheless. I wonder if the sperm makes me hard.

I soon had Joanie bouncing all over the air mattress and finally collapsing. When I pulled from her, Donna unceremoniously pushed Joanie aside and grabbed me by the ears and pulled my face to her really squishy pussy. She was really drooling. She was like the rest, and came as soon as I licked her clit. I hadn't even tasted any sperm there, but gave her full pussy a lick that sent her over the top.

I repositioned myself and fucked her fast and furious, making her come again and again. I looked up to see the twins sitting on each side of Donna. Tina, I think, with Zena sitting next to her, said, "I just told Zena you two were getting daily blowjobs and orgasms from us for a week. You've fucked us all."

As I pulled from Donna, leaving her to recover, a full figured lady with dark hair slid under me saying, "I just watched you fuck everyone here but me. I want it. I may never fuck anyone else in my life, but I want you to fuck me. Put it in me, fuck me, Tommy, take my virginity."

Tina said, "Hold it. This isn't happening this way. Come with us a second, Maggie, get up we'll bring you right back."

The twins and Penny took Margaret with them, while Zena began sucking me back up. Connie and Jenny came out and began putting a sheet on the air mattress along with a couple of pillows with matching pillowcases. Shortly, the twins led Maggie back to the air mattress but they had a long pink sash tied around her waist and a pink ribbon in her hair. They led her to me and put her hand in mine.

We kissed.

We kissed softly, full of meaning, full of love and emotion. This lasted longer than I would have expected, and ended with me at Maggie's side, loving her face, ears, and neck. Kissing her eyelids, I slowly made my way to her breasts where I sucked each one of her breasts and nipples until she was squirming as I crossed her soft stomach on my way to her pussy. With all of my knowledge, which wasn't much, I softly kissed her pussy, causing her to shiver. I gave it a lick from her butt hole to her clit. This caused some shuddering. She came easily as I sucked her clit and fingered her g spot, which was easy to find.

I rose and came up to her to kiss her some more. Her eyes were wet with emotional tears. She held me tight and said, "I know I shouldn't, but I love you so much. This is so special. Love me, put it in, fuck me, make me a real woman."

She jumped as my knob pushed her pussy lips apart. As I pushed in slightly, her juices gushed out of her, coating me, making me slippery, and easing the way in for my fat dick. With very little effort, I was deep inside Margaret. She was clinging to me with her arms, but loosened them while I kissed her gently. We kissed and I fucked. As I slid in and out of her, she exclaimed, "Oh, Tommy that feels so good. Oh yeah, I love it. I love how warm it is in me. Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me."

As I kept a steady rhythm, plunging in and out her tight unused pussy, Maggie began matching my thrusts with her hips, panting and moaning until she brought her legs up and wrapped them around my hips proclaiming, "Oh God, Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh my God, I'm coming with a man."

Something snapped inside me and I loosed a load into her, squirting millions of tiny wiggly sperm up into her pussy. I didn't think of it at the time, but sure hoped she was on track with Joanie. "I feel it. I feel you coming in me. Oh Tommy, I love you so much for this. It's so good."

We collapsed together, with her arms and legs still wrapped around me. As soon as we were on our sides, Maggie's three close friends were all over her, kissing her, shedding tears of happiness with and for her. They kissed me too, thanking me for making their Maggie so happy.

The other ladies, including Bee, were all watery-eyed while the men watching all had renewed erections. As Margaret and I pulled apart and the girls moved away from her, Jim and Jack came to the air mattress and began kissing her. Jack kissed her saying, "May we be second? Second and third that is. That was so beautiful we want to make love to you too. Please, let us."

There was a second of panic in Maggie's eyes, but Jim settled it my sucking on her pussy and making her come. Maggie pulled Jack to her and kissed him, then pulled Jim up by his ear to kiss him too, as Jack settled his dick in Maggie's swampy pussy.

The whole time Jack and Jim were fucking Margaret, the other guys were kneeling around them, encouraging all of them to come over and over again. When Jack and Jim had come, Gerald took their place and fucked her with his long, thin, dick. This lasted long enough for Maggie to come and want to lock him up in her arms as well. Sam was next, giving Maggie a pounding, followed by Tom, Ted, and finally Kerry, had their turn. While Kerry was fucking Maggie, tears were streaming down her face as she kept saying, I love it, I love it, Oh so good, I love it."

When Kerry shuddered and came, and pulled away, Maggie's close friends once again surrounded her, kissing her, telling how wonderful it was that she enjoyed herself. June slid between Maggie's plump legs and began nursing at Maggie's drooling pussy. The other ladies cued up and were pushing June away saying, let us have some, our guys' stuff is in there too. Maggie had enjoyed every man at the party and was now enjoying every woman.

It was enough to make my dick begin firming up again. Zena was sitting and drinking a scotch with me, but holding my dick as it firmed up. She turned to me and said, "That was beautiful and you are so good. You're even getting hard again to fuck me for my last time tonight. Just think, we've both had everyone here tonight. I wonder if that's a record."

When Maggie was finally sitting up, smiling the smile of a satisfied woman, the party began to breakup. It was after two in the morning. We had been going at it for about five hours. It only took a few minutes to clean up the patio for Penny and Kerry before we all walked home to the cabin.

Inside, the girls were all too excited for Maggie to go to bed, so we all had another drink and a snack of some cookies, crackers, and cheese.

Soon, we all went to bed, with me getting an extended kiss from Margaret, thanking me again. I told her, "Margaret, I'm thrilled that you let me take your virginity. You've honored me in a special way. Thank you."

That made her happy and she replied, "I really did love you more than life itself as you did that with me. Then I felt all those others and loved it too. I knew when the women were attacking me that I am a true bisexual from this night on. I love being fucked and plan on being fucked a lot. I now just have to find a man that I want."

In bed, Bee sucked me up and tongued Zena until she was panting on her hands and knees. Bee insisted on being in a sixty-nine with Zena as I gently fucked her. Bee sucked my balls while she was sucking Zena's pussy. Bee slid a finger up my butt and one into Zena's pussy, causing her to come even harder; I shot what I think was my fifth load of the day. It almost hurt, but felt so good to deposit my load deep in Zena.

Bee got out from under us to keep from being smothered. Zena and I lay down in our now classic position with me deep inside her bottom while Bee was at my back, hugging us both. Sleep came fast.

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 6



Sunday morning found us outside on the brightly painted porch, enjoying coffee and some freshly baked rolls. While we were enjoying the fresh morning air, the twins and Penny walked up.

Tina said, "There is a church service at the rec center at ten. It's non-denominational and is always nice. We like to go to it even after our craziness. Want to come with us?

Zena was sitting with her arm hooked around mine. She squeezed my arm and said, "Sounds good, let's go. How about the rest of you, want to come?"

At first it was only going to be Zena, Bee, and Joanie, but soon they all decided to go. Joanie said, "But we didn't bring any good clothes."

Terry laughed, "You know, this is a naturist park. Most people are here because they don't have to wear clothes. Think about it, what more natural way to attend a church service than the way God made us."

I said to my group, "When I was little, my aunt took me to the church service every Sunday. They used to have it in a big tent near where the rec center is now. One of the reasons the rec center was built is so we could have our Sunday service even when it rained.

The girls seemed to enjoy us taking a time out with our lives to attend the service. Mr. Franks was the acting pastor this week as the regular guy was away for an emergency. Mr. Franks did a good job and gave a short but meaningful message about us co-existing with nature.

When the service was over, folks were doing like church services everywhere. They were mingling, chatting, catching up with the news of different families. The friendliness of the place affected all of the girls.

The kids that had been in the service were soon splashing in the pool. Bee said to Zena, "Come on, let's have some water fun for a few minutes."

The six of us were soon splashing and playing with all the kids and some adults in the big pool. After an hour, we all were played out and did some air-drying before wandering back to the house. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were sitting on our porch when we arrived.

Mrs. Wilson said, "Do you kids have plans for dinner today? We're having a few people over and would also love to have you six come. Fred will get up a horseshoe game and we have the badminton net up. Will you come?"

I looked around and it seemed as if they were all my kids looking at me with the "Can we go, please can we" look. I smiled and said, "Thank you, Mrs. Wilson, we would be pleased to have dinner with you. I don't think we thought about food for a big lunch today anyway. Can we bring anything?"

Fred spoke up, "Bring some beer. My stock is a low after the little party we had last night, so some beer would be good."

Mrs. Wilson said, "Some of the other ladies are bringing desserts and side dishes. This is really so we can get reacquainted with you, Tom, and a chance to meet all of your friends. I think the men mostly want to meet all these lovely young girls."

Mr. Wilson actually blushed. Mrs. Wilson kept right on. "The men were all saying how lucky you were, Tommy, to have all these women hanging all over you the way they do. The lot of them wouldn't know what to do with them if they had them. When you're ready, come on over to the house. We'll eat about one. You can all play outside and visit before we eat."

The Wilson's left and the girls all began talking about taking a shower. I suggested that we should just walk back to the rec center and shower there. We did that, with all of us washing our hair, getting chlorine off us and out of our hair. Back at the house, everyone was combing out their hair and getting it dry.

Bee was talking to Zena, saying, "This is a regular community. It feels like a small town atmosphere with everyone friendly and knowing everyone else. I like this. I would love to live in a place like this."

Zena said, "Talk to, Tom. I'm sure you could stay out here if you wanted. I love it out here too. This is how I grew up, except that we didn't go to our camp during the winter because it was too cold. We used to come down here to Florida for a week every year, just so we could get some all over sun. My Mom and Dad still do that."

Bee told Zena, "Tom's sister would kill me if she thought I would abandon her to move out here with Tom. We've been roommates for years."

"She should come out too," Zena said. "There's plenty of room and Tommy is planning on expanding the cabin. He mentioned that he even had another idea that he wanted to talk to Mr. Franks about."

When we went over to the Wilson's', we were surprised to find most of the couples from the night before, plus several older couples. June's dad was there and he recognized me right away. Penny's dad remembered me as well, and even asked about my folks. When Mr. Franks came up to me, I asked Penny's dad to join us, and while most of the girls were chatting with all the other folks, I approached the two about an idea I had. Zena had stayed with me and was still holding my arm, in what now seemed her normal way to accompany me.

"Mr. Franks, I'm going to build on to the cabin, but before I do, I have an idea that I hope would be acceptable. I was thinking that I might build on a large addition in back that would have five or six, maybe even eight big bedrooms with en suite bathrooms, and possibly a large sitting area. I would use it for guests, but I would also like to use it for a bed and breakfast. Have you ever heard of one in a naturist park? The other thing I was thinking of was to build about four or five cabins way in the back, to rent out during the busy seasons. They wouldn't be large, but would be perfect for a small family to use while they were here. All the guests would pay the park fees and I would be setting myself up to have an income in my later years, when I retire."

Penny's dad, Mr. Canon, said, "I think that would be a great idea. A bed and breakfast would be perfect for weekend folks to come out and enjoy the park. I know a lot more people from the city would come out if they had a place like that to stay." He turned to Mr. Franks, "You still rent out a bunch of trailers, don't you?"

Mr. Franks said, "Yes, I have a dozen trailer rentals, plus we have that strip of rooms almost like a motel at this end of the trailer and camper area. They're always full and I've thought of adding more, but keeping them up is a lot of work for me. Tommy, I like your idea and I'm all for it if you can afford to do it. We will have to have a board meeting for approval, but I'm sure it would pass."

I said, "June asked me if she and her folks could buy a couple of my aunt's lots so they could build on them. I think the money I would get from the land would pay for both of my ideas and, Mr. Canon, you would be my builder."

Sam Canon smiled real big, "You know the building business is at the slowest it's been for twenty years or so. Any business I could get would be wonderful. I have so many men idle right now it's terrible. I could probably have a couple of hundred workers out here tomorrow if you were ready."

"Mr. Franks, set up a board meeting for me and I'll work on the design," I asked. "The little cabins will be easy, but I want to make the big addition so that it looks natural for here and doesn't take away from the quaintness of the cabin as it is. I need a couple of more bedrooms in the cabin, along with another bathroom, so I would add those before I build the bed and breakfast addition."

We went back to the large gathering and Zena whispered in my ear, "Wow! You didn't tell me about the bed and breakfast thing. That's really big, and a good idea too. You'll need help with it but I'll bet you can get all the housekeeping help you need from the women out here. It would give them a little extra money since there really aren't any jobs out here."

June and her dad cornered me before dinner was served and asked about the lots. "I think it's a great idea, and I'll have to have a surveyor come out and stake out the lots so you can decide which ones you want. It's too bad the cypress swamp is next to the cabin or you could be my closest neighbor, June. I'd love to have you and Gerald as next door neighbors."

June said, "We would be just a few hundred feet away. Just over a football field away if we get the lot next to the cypress swamp. Dad says there used to be alligators out there; do you think they're still there?"

"Haven't heard any making noise, June," I said, thinking back over the time I had been out since coming back. "This is the time of year they bellow, looking for a mate. If we have one, we might see it as this is when they migrate from pond to pond."

Mr. Williams said, "Tommy, I would really like to buy a lot from you. Your aunt was going to sell to us but she passed on before we ever got it done. I'm glad she left the place to you instead of having the estate sell it. She had quite a bit of property in the city. She accumulated property like some women accumulate shoes."

I didn't know my aunt had owned a lot of city property. I would ask my mom about that.

Dinner was served on several picnic tables. There were several pot roasts with all the trimmings. Plenty of mashed potatoes, green beans, some applesauce, and the desserts were every kind of strawberry dessert you could think of. That reminded me that I wanted to begin a garden soon, as I love fresh vegetables that I get from my own garden. My aunt used to have a garden on the side of the house next to the swamp. It was grown over now, but I intended to clear the brush out and till the ground.

Around three o'clock, we said our good-byes, as my guests needed to be getting back to the city. Back at the house, Joan, Margaret, and Betsy were sad that they had to leave. Betsy said, "You need to build on out here so we can live out here too. Even though we would be pretty far away from our other friends. I really do love it out here."

Margaret came and gave me a big hug. "You know you really have me confused. I want to hold you and keep you. I want to just crawl inside you, but then I think about all the men and women out there that I haven't met yet. I love you, Tommy. I'll always love you for teaching me that I'm more than what I thought I was. I'll always love you for showing me I am a real woman. I have some thinking to do. This weekend changes a lot of things for me. I'll talk to you during the week."

Little Joanie came up and made me sit down so she could sit in my lap. She hugged me and kissed me saying, "You're like a big brother to me, except when we do sexy stuff. That would be kinky if you were my brother and we did stuff like that. Anyway, thank you for always being so good to me. You really are my special guy."

The three piled in their car and headed out.

Zena, Bee, and I were sitting in the kitchen having some coffee. Bee said, "I don't want to leave you two. This has been the best weekend of my life. You two have let me out of my cage. I've been loved up by your women and by you both and your new friends. I think I've had enough sex to satisfy even me for a little while. It's just perfect. I think if I leave, I'll somehow lose this."

Zena got up and went to hug and kiss Bee. "Don't leave then, stay with us a while longer. The other bed is empty now if you want to use it."

"No way, these last couple of nights have been the best nights' sleep I've had in years. Sleeping with you two is so peaceful. You two make love before we all snuggle up and sleep. I think I want Tommy to make love to me too, but he'll have to do me first because you like to fall asleep connected with him."

Zena said, "He can do that, or at least I think he would. You're nice to have around, Bee, and I just love the way you and I make each other feel good. You balance me. I want girls, but I want Tommy, too. I don't know what it is with Tommy and me, but I'm becoming addicted to him."

Bee was looking down and when she looked up, she had watery eyes, "I feel the same about him, but he's yours. You and Tommy make me happy to just be around you both. I've kind of fallen for you, Zena. You're easy to love, you know. We do match up nicely."

I said to the girls, "I'm going to go see Mr. Canon for a few minutes and will be back soon. You two figure out what's best."

I really didn't need to see Mr. Canon, but I did need to let the two of them work out whatever it was they were dancing around about. There was some underlying stuff going on with them that I didn't understand. But I didn't understand women anyway, and Zena was even tougher to understand.

Zena was supposedly a professed hard core lesbian who was fucking me daily for over a week. Figure that out. We did have some kind of chemistry going on, but it might just be that she is kinky. The stuff with her uncle was really kinky. The stuff her uncle and Bruce did with Andrea was even kinkier. But I did go whole hog last night playing with all the women at the party. If Zena stayed around, I'd like that because that would mean I could stay out here at the park. But what about Bee, she's kind of out of left field. My Sis' roommate who I've known for three or four years and a person I really didn't know anything about. She comes out here and goes wild with Zena and her lesbian friends, then goes nuts fucking every guy at the party. Wonder what my Sis would think about her buddy?

Well, Zena can stay out here as long as she wants even if there isn't anything between us. She likes the lifestyle out here and wants to live here. Bee's a newcomer to the nude lifestyle as far as naturist stuff but seems to enjoy it. I suppose she could stay out here if she wants. It would be nice if Dana would move out here too, but it would be kinky to have my sister around while I played with all these women. She needs to find herself a guy. She actually does have a guy, but they are on a super slow track.

I had walked down the path along the front property line to about where I thought the lots ended. There were paths all over out here from kids taking hikes and folks just exploring. I took the path that went back toward the lake and the access road that went around the lake. The park property that Mr. Franks owned went almost all the way around the lake. The rest of property around the lake was owned by a forestry company that had a young pine forest planted on their land. They were the perfect neighbors for a nudist camp. We didn't bother anyone and they didn't have many people that ever came to this end of their land.

When I reached the recreation building, most of the couples from the earlier dinner were there drinking beer, shooting pool, and generally visiting. I did say hi to Mr. Canon and decided that I would go back to the cabin as I had been gone for over an hour.

It was quiet in the house, just the stereo receiver playing some soft jazz. I peeked in the big bedroom and the two were snuggled together under the sheet and spread. Zena opened an eye and waved for me to come to bed with them. Bee's back was to me, and that's where she pointed for me to join them.

As I climbed in bed, Bee turned over to me and gave me a toe-curling kiss. She kissed me like a lover, not just a friend. Her face smelled like Zena's pleasure place, so I knew what the two of them had been doing.

Bee kept kissing me and climbed onto me until she was lying on top of me and Zena started kissing me also. "You came back at the perfect time. Bee needs you too. We had our talk and now she needs to feel you in her."

Bee rose up and slid her soupy pussy onto my instantly energized dick. She groaned as she took me all the way into her. "You are just big enough to make me full. I love the way it feels in me." Zena continued kissing me as Bee raised and lowered her hips fucking me, making my insides think I might want to fill her with my juices.

As Bee's pussy began clutching and squeezing me, she began moaning louder, proclaiming I was giving her so much pleasure, that I felt the beginnings of my orgasm. As soon as I said, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to fill you up," Bee began quivering and vibrating, telling me, "Cum in me, fill me, Tommy, make me yours, cum in me."

Zena's whispered, "Give it to her, Lover, fill her pussy with your special elixir. Make her yours."

Some alarms were going off in the back of my mind, what'd she say, "Lover, make her yours?"

It was enough to make me shoot up into her as she pressed down on me, trying to get every drop. Both girls were kissing me, with Zena trying to crawl up on me, next to Bee.

Bee rested her head next to mine on one side, as Zena rested hers on the other. I was slipping out of Bee when Zena pushed her over and the two of them kissed while over me. They kissed almost more passionately than I had kissed them. They then snuggled on both sides of me with Zena saying. "My turn later."

We took a short nap, waking about six. We made supper with both girls being exceptionally quiet. After we had cleaned up, Zena made us all a drink then had us sit on the couch together.

Zena gave me a kiss on the cheek and began, "Bee and I have fallen in love. I think it's the real thing, but we have a problem."

Oh wow! Just about the time I think I was lining up a semi-permanent camp partner, she finds someone else.

Zena gave me a very soft, gentle kiss on the lips. When she rose, Bee kissed me almost exactly the same way. Zena said, "I've fallen in love with you too. As a matter of fact Bee thinks she's fallen for her roommate's brother as well. I'm crazy about Bee, but you, I'm just totally mentally committed to you for some strange reason."

Zena was now resting her head on her hand, supported by her elbow. "Bee satisfies my love of women far more than even my three long time friends who I lived with for so long. She's wild and adventuresome the same as I am but we share another common trait. We both want to be with you as much as each other."

Bee and Zena kissed over me, then they both gently kissed me. Zena continued, "You and I have really only known each other a little over a week but it seems like we've been life mates all our lives. We just blend together. I've known almost since we met, you were going to be the man for me, but I didn't know what to do about my obsession with women. I think I know how to take care of you and me as well as my desire for women."

Zena paused a long while. I didn't want to say anything and spoil her mood or desire to be honest with me.

She finally said, "I want you and I to continue to be with each other, every night and as much of every day that we can be. But I also want to have Bee with us every night as well. If I can steal her away from the accounting firm she works for, I will. I'll put her to work at my uncle's company so I can look at her every day the same as I get to see you. Bee says you and I make the perfect mates for her as she's in love with me and loves to make love with me, but she has loved it when you've made love with her. She thinks that if we both make love to her, her life will be complete. I think we should try it to see if it's possible. I promise you this, though, if we don't work out together as a threesome, it's going to be just you and me, Tommy. Like I said before, I've become totally committed to you. I just want you both to love me."

Bee finally got over being mute, "I did fall for your Zena like a ton of bricks Tommy. As soon as I saw her, it was running down my leg. She has held some kind of wild attraction to me and I couldn't wait to play with her. I'm a slut, Tommy, I love to fuck as many women as I can find and I've been almost as much of a slut with guys, but I've had to watch myself with both so I don't catch anything. I've been to the county health clinic so many times, that they think I'm a hooker. But you know what, when Dana and I stayed out here that week, the place gave me this feeling of serenity and you fascinated the hell out of me. I wanted you, wanted you bad. If your sister hadn't been around, you would have been fucked to within an inch of your life. You might not have ever met Zena, or at least gotten as close to her as you are. I want you, Tommy, I want to be with you but I want to be with Zena too. I hope I've said this right so you understand how I feel."

How do you answer two women after listening to something like that?

Bee added, "When you and Zena took the girls and me to that party last night, Tommy, you totally blew me away. I thought you were Mr. Straight guy, but you fucked everybody, even Maggie. You watched Zena get butt fucked by almost every guy there and all you did was come home and make love to her, falling asleep in each other's arms. I loved it. Both of you didn't show a hint of jealousy and no hesitation to make love with each other later. It was as if you two were in total harmony with each other. I want that; I want to be a part of that. I think I can be a good partner with you two."

Zena hugged me to her and said, "What do you think, Stud, want to try to live with two of us? Want to give it a try?"

I closed my eyes, smiling, then opened them and said, "Zena, you are a dream come true to me. And Bee, you have to be one of the great desserts of mankind. I like that you and Zena can be lovers and still want me. You are both so beautiful, so attractive, and sexy. With and without clothes, the two of you are awesome individually. But together, you make my knees weak. Bee, I hope you don't mind what I have to say about Zena. There is something about our strange relationship that is special. There is something about us that is chemically perfect. We have a lot to learn about each other, but we have time. You, Bee, are a hell of an attractive woman. You make men want you just being in the same building, much less the same room with you. You are just plain sexy, you radiate sex, just like Zena. The two of you together are trouble, wonderful, sexy trouble that I may not be able to keep up with. I've been without any kind of relationship for a long time, and all this fraternization with women this last week has been a great ego booster. I think we should try each other out. Let's do it."

Bee asked, "What do you think we should do about Dana?"

I smiled, "I'm going to ask her to move out here with us. She can have the other room and between the three of us, we'll save a ton of money. We're going to have to have some services out here that may be unusual, but we could have a nice home out here."

The two girls thought for a while, then Bee said, "Dana's going to have a fit when she finds out what kind of relationship the three of us have. I hope it doesn't freak her out. This might get her boyfriend off dead center and get him to get serious about their relationship. If he has to come out here to get laid, he's going to have some real awakenings."

Zena suggested, "Let's go get some of Bee's clothes for work tomorrow and talk to your sister. You are the one that should probably explain things to her. I'll be there with you, as well as Bee. What do you think; is that a good plan?"

We got up, cleaned up, and took my truck back to the apartment complex. Dana was just getting home from being out with her boyfriend all day. He was kissing her goodbye as we came up.

Dana said, "Jeff, you've met my brother, Tom, before and of course you know Bee. This is Zena, my brother's friend or more than just a friend, I guess. Zena, my boyfriend, Jeff Chambers."

"I've got to get some notes together for court in the morning," Jeff said, as he prepared to leave. "Nice to meet you Zena, and good to see you again Tom and Bee. Goodnight, Dana, I'll call you later."

Once he was gone, we all accompanied Dana into the apartment where she flopped down on the couch, tossing a soft overnight bag toward her bedroom door. "So what have you three been up to this weekend? I've had a pretty good weekend. We went up to St. Augustine and did a bunch of sightseeing."

"That's why I'm here, Dana," I began. "I have some news, all good for us, and I hope to you, plus an offer."

"Oh no," Dana said, "Not another crazy scheme like you used to have as a kid. You were the only kid to ever have a mobile lemonade stand. You were amazingly successful at it too."

"Nothing like that, Sis, something bigger, more serious. You know Zena's history of being attracted to women right?"

Dana nodded.

"Well, Zena and Bee have fallen for each other in a big way. They have both said they have fallen in love with each other."

Dana was shaking her head, "You told me you liked to play with girls sometimes, but I didn't think you were a total lez. I thought you might be bisexual."

I continued, "That's the point, Dana, she is bisexual, and she and I are attracted to each other as well."

"Oh, my goodness. Where does that leave you, Zena?"

Once again, I continued, "Zena and I are a pair. I don't know how it happened, but it did. We've even skirted around the four letter "Love" word with each other, but it's such a big thing between us that neither one of us knows how to react or how to handle it. The one thing we do know is that we want to remain together. You know Zena and I have moved in with each other out in Aunt Pauline's cabin. It's our new home together."

Dana nodded in understanding at what I was saying.

"Now it's going to be Zena and me with Bee. There will be a Zena and Bee, a Zena and me, and a Bee and me. Actually, it's more likely going to be Zena, Bee, and me."

Dana was laughing, "Bee, you've corrupted my nerdy brother. My goodness, the guy has hardly dated in the years he's been out of college and now he's going to live with two women?"

Bee said, "There's more, tell her, Tommy."

I smiled at Dana, "I want you to come to live with us too."

Dana exclaimed, "I'm not going to be a part of your little love nest. I'm not messing around with any of you, although Bee and I have almost gotten it on a couple of times when we've been drinking."

"Not that way, Dana," I said, defensively. "I just mean that if Bee moves out, then you're stuck here with all the rent. You like the park, so just move out there with us. You can have the little room all to yourself. It's as big as this one and I've put a queen size bed in there now."

She was looking at the three of us as her eyes got big, "You mean you actually all three sleep together, in the same bed?"

Zena jumped in, "Yes, we do. I love to feel Tommy against me all night and Bee loves to be next to him, as well. It's so neat to wake up in the morning and see Bee's beautiful head on Tommy's other shoulder."

"You're too much, Tommy. I can't believe you. Wait till Mom hears about this. Well no, she's probably going to applaud. It's Dad that going to shit bricks. But you guys just applaud each other when you're getting any. What about Jeff, what's he going to do when he wants to sleep over?"

I suggested, "How about inviting him out to the cabin this next weekend and see how he gets along. I'm sure you've told him all about the park and our youth out there. I'm sure he's curious. Let's see how he takes it and he might just want to join us out there more often."

Dana thought for a minute then said, "It might make him shit or get off the pot. He's been dancing around us making a partnership, becoming permanent. This might prod him into doing something. I think he would be a good husband. He's sexy to me and he's going to be a good provider. He's a good attorney and is working for the prosecutor's office, but could go into private practice. He likes what he does though, so he'll probably stay right there."

"So what do you think, Dana? What do you think about moving out there with us?" I paused a second and said, "I would personally love to have you live out there with us. I know you would be happy out there. You used to love the freedom we had out there as kids, even though you became self conscious later."

"I do like it out there, Tommy. The week Bee and I spent out there was the most relaxing week's vacation I've had in years. It would be nice to be able to relax like that every evening. Let me get Jeff out there and see what he thinks. I'll warm him up to the idea this week. If he knows Bee's not here, he might spend most nights over here and that would go a long way for our relationship. I love to sleep with him. It's so warm and cozy. If he were out there with me, I'd just love it."

Bee said, "Okay, Dana, I'm going to take a bunch of clothes for this week and try it out there. I'll keep up half of the rent until you decide one way or the other. Besides, this is a test for Zena, Tommy, and me too."

Bee and Zena got a bunch of clothes together, along with all the usual stuff women have to have, and hauled it out to the truck. Dana and I chatted the whole time about what kind of relationship our threesome might become. She made me promise to call our mom soon and discuss Zena and Bee with her.

Back home, at the cabin in the park, we unloaded Bee's stuff and found there was still a ton of closet and drawer space left. I commented that we needed to find one of the ladies out there to do our business clothes laundry for us and Zena said she thought she saw something on the bulletin board down at the rec hall. We had already undressed and it was still warm out, so we wandered down to the rec hall to look at the bulletin board. There were two ladies that did laundry. One said she did perfect ironing, so the girls pulled a telephone number tab from her note and we were going to leave.

A short heavyset lady, with a chest to rival Betsy, was standing near the bulletin board and said, "Do you need laundry done? That's my note you just took a number from. My name is Betty Donnelly, I'm the Franks' next door neighbor."

Before I could say anything, she said, "I know you, you're Tommy, Pauline's nephew and this must be Zena that I've heard so much about already. I'm sorry, I don't know you," pointing to Bee.

This is Bee Mitchell, Betty; she is staying with us for a while too.

"How much laundry to you three have?"

I said, "I have shirts for everyday and some washable slacks. My dress slacks and suits have to be dry-cleaned and I wash all my own underwear. I'm used to doing my own washing and ironing, but it would be nice to have someone else doing it."

Zena said, "I have the usual stuff a girl has. Some blouses, skirts, and pants, but a lot of stuff I have to dry clean as well."

Bee said, "I'm sure I'm the same as Zena."

Betty was thinking and said, "I'll just charge you guys by the piece, okay. Since it's probably different every week that ought to work out easier. I'll come over to pick up your stuff on Monday morning sometime. You guys leave your place open, right?"

I nodded my head, as I had never known my aunt to lock the door. I didn't even know where a key was. "It's open. We'll leave it in a laundry basket in the kitchen, okay?"

"Perfect, I can use some more customers. Since Al's heart attack, I've had to scratch to make ends meet. The house is free and clear from the insurance, but I still have the one girl that's in high school, plus the taxes, the utilities, and we have to eat. Sometimes it's close."

"I'm sorry to hear about Al, hopefully we can help you out as time goes along. We'll talk up your service with some others."

"Thank you Tommy, Zena, and you too, Bee. I hope you like it out here, Bee. I know Tommy always did and if his wife here is like him, she loves the lifestyle."

"Mrs. Donnelly, I didn't make myself clear. Just for the record, not necessarily that it isn't a good idea, but so far, Zena and I are not married. We're just the absolute best of friends."

Betty winked at Zena and said, "Trying him out for size, huh? Good idea, you don't want to be saddled with some guy who isn't fun to be with, that's for sure. If you are like I was at your age, you probably have Bee along for a little entertainment."

I was turning red while Zena and Bee was laughing. Zena exclaimed, "Oh Betty, I just love someone who is as direct as I am. Yes, we three have some good times."

"Oh, that makes me hot. I'll think about that all night. Have you three met the couples on the hill that have parties all the time? You know, play parties?"

Zena said, "We went to one with them last night and had a wonderful time."

"Oh boy, I'll get the low down from Penny and Donna. They always give me the good gossip. Gonna find out what kind of stud you two have."

Now I was really red. Bee hugged me, squeezing a butt cheek. "It's okay, Tommy, I think openness is part of being a naturist. If it isn't then it should be."

"It really is," Zena said, with a smile. "My mom and dad never did pull any punches about sex or what boys do. They always told my brother and me the straight scoop."

Betty offered, "I've always been totally honest with my daughter and I think it's made a difference so far. She says she's saving herself for her wedding day, but I know she's done some sexy things with the other young men out here."

"She's just like me then," Zena said. "I'm still a virgin and will be until this guy breaks me in. But as you'll probably hear, I'm one sexy girl, and do a lot without messing with my virginity."

Betty hugged Zena, "That's so sweet. I hope you two get together. You both sound like you will make a good couple. And you, Bee, I hope you stay with them too. These two probably both need you as they seem to be very sexy people."

Bee smiled, "I promise to do my best. My best is a lot of fun for me too."

We left each other laughing and headed back to the house. Since it was time for bed, we got our clothes ready for tomorrow, washed up, brushed our teeth, and lay in bed with Zena in the middle.

I was thinking I might just drift off to sleep, until watching Bee and Zena got my motor running, big time. The two loved every inch of each other, coming continuously for at least an hour. I had kissed a back, a breast, lips, and butt cheeks throughout their lovemaking, but didn't interrupt them. They were finishing with a sixty-nine when Zena, who was beneath Bee waved at me. Zena removed her mouth from Bee's pussy and said, "Slide that thing in there and fuck it. This bitch seems like she needs one more big one, and you can help me get her there."

Sure enough, as soon as I was plunging into her from the back, Zena was sucking her clit and playing with my balls, making Bee go ballistic, squirming, squeezing and crying out. Zena pulled my dick from Bee and attempted to swallow it, then pulled me from her mouth and rolled Bee off her.

Zena turned around and spread her legs and said, "Rub that big thing all over my clit. Don't fuck me, but rub it all over me, I want to come from your dick on my pussy. Not in it, but on it." Bee had Zena on the edge, so just the act of what we were doing and the stimulation got her off quickly. Zena flipped over on her belly then said, "Now sink that big fucker into me and fill my bottom. The slippery stuff is in the bottle on the nightstand."

I first kissed and licked Zena's cute clean brown eye before applying lots of slipper juice in, on, and around her pucker. While using two followed three fingers to spread her, I slicked myself up with my other hand. Just as I was going to press myself into her, Bee took my dick from my hand and pushed it up against Zena's wrinkled hole. I popped right in, sinking a couple of inches into her. While Zena groaned, Bee pulled me out poured more lube on me and in Zena, then pushed me back into her. This time Zena sucked most of my long thick dick into her. With Bee pouring more juice on my dick with each thrust, I was soon balls deep in Zena as she groaned, fingering herself.

Zena's butt was squeezing and clenching me as I sawed in and out enjoying the tight ring of her butt hole. Today, I could feel part of her insides rubbing against the underside of the head of my dick, sending me closer to coming quickly. Bee was whispering, "One of these days it's going to be in her pussy but right now, make her insides melt with your hot cum. Pour it into her, make her happy, make her come from the feeling. She's coming, I'm rubbing her clit and she's trying to stick my whole hand up her cunt. Fuck her, Tommy, love her.

Zena and I came excitedly, probably a lot quicker than either of us wanted. I loved the feeling of fucking Zena, feeling her insides quake as she comes.

Zena turned her head to me without pulling free and we kissed lovingly. "Thank you, Tommy, It's so good to have both Bee and you. I love to have you both before going to sleep with you in me. I wish my butt could hold you all night. I never feel you leave me, but we're apart in the morning. Bee leaned over me to kiss Zena then she kissed me goodnight, softly whispering. "I really do love you both."

We went to sleep in our classic position. I was on my side, buried in Zena's bottom, with Bee hugging my back, but with her hand cupping my balls this night.

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 7



Waking up with a hardon is normal. Waking up with a hardon that feels as if it's going to be squeezed off is very alarming. I couldn't figure out what was happening in my morning fog. Oh shit, my dick was hurting but almost feeling good, what was going on?

"Don't move, don't move, Honey, please hold still," Zena's breathless voice came to me.

"What's happening, Babe, what are you doing to me?"

"I'm not doing anything to you, Tommy, we fell asleep with you still in me just like always. But we must not have moved and you're still in me. You got hard and I began moving because at first it felt good but now, oh my, it stings, it burns, I'm dry, and you're huge. We have to get you out of me or lube that thing or something. We're stuck."

Behind me, Bee was giggling, "Who would believe you two actually slept connected all night. What is that, a seven-hour non-stop fuck? I should be so lucky."

I asked quietly, "Could you perhaps try to lube Zena up a little so I can withdraw?"

Zena said, "I thought guys just got piss hardons in the morning, not that I want to fuck hardons?"

Bee suggested, "If it's a piss hardon just give her an enema and let her run to the toilet."

"Not funny, Bee, help us. Zena's squeezing me so hard that I don't think I could even piss. If I could cum, it would go down, but she squeezing so tight that the cum wouldn't be able to squirt."

Bee was working the lube all around my swollen dick and Zena's swollen brown eye. I could feel Zena relax the ring around her asshole, letting me ease out of her, a fraction of an inch at a time, until I was completely out of her.

Zena begged, "Go make me a hot bath like you did before, Honey. I'm really sore again. It's funny that it felt so good, but I'm really sore now. Wait till Unk hears I was butt fucked for seven hours straight, he'll be so jealous."

I slid from bed with a raging hardon and went to the bathroom to start a bath for Zena. Bee came with me, sat on the throne, and said, "Let me take a quick shower so I'll be ready to leave early." You can take a warm washcloth to Zena to help her feel better. I'll only be a minute."

I took Zena a warm washcloth and explained what Bee was doing. She looked at me and said, "Go pee or something, your dick looks horrible all red and swollen like that."

I went back and ran some warm water on my dick and was finally able to pee a gallon or so while watching my wanger wilt. I shook it and washed it off, then as Bee was getting out of the shower, I turned to put the stopper in the tub and fill it.

When I carried my love, Zena, into the bathroom, Bee began laughing, "You mean you fucked her so bowlegged, she can't even walk?"

"She's sore, Bee. I should do that to you and see how you fare."

"I'd be sore, but I'd have a smile on my face. But I'm not into being butt fucked. Stuff my pussy and just leave it there, I'll fuck it all night long and then some."

Zena groaned as she sat in the warm bath water. "Oh, that feels so good. Damn, Tommy, you're just too damn big to keep that thing in me all night. When you do that, you have to keep coming all night so I'm nice and sloppy in the morning and you can either slide out or have enough lubrication to fuck me into insanity before getting out of bed."

Bee was laughing, "You're butt is broke and you're trying to tell him how to fuck you longer. What's wrong with this picture?"

Zena was now standing and said, "Shut up, you slut, you didn't even try to get Tommy off this morning so he could fill my butt one more time. You should have done something to him to make him come so I could have enjoyed him one more time this morning. I'll get you for this."

Bee kissed Zena and said, "Take a shower with your hero here and get ready for work. I'm going to have some cereal or something. Hurry or you won't get to give me a kiss goodbye."

Zena and I showered quickly without any horseplay or pussy play. We dried off and joined Bee as she was finishing a bowl of Honey Cheerios. Zena had some of the sweet cereal while I had some hot oatmeal with the help of the microwave. We gave Bee a kiss goodbye and she promised to call Zena this afternoon.

When we were dressed and ready to go, Zena said she was going to take her car as she had to go to a couple of different locations later today. She took off as Betty was coming in the door for the laundry. It's almost funny that I felt embarrassed that I was dressed and Betty was nude. Her ultra-full figure was a treat to look at and if the opportunity existed I would want to inspect all of her thoroughly, just for fun. I had never really checked out a heavier lady and Betty was a nice one. She really wasn't that old, I'd say in her late thirties, young enough to play with for sure. I would have to tell Zena my thoughts to see what she thought about it.

Funny how I can see nude women all day and not think anything about it, but be dressed and check out a nude lady that I probably shouldn't, and "ding," I'm hard. Dumb!

She left in her little gas golf cart as I climbed into my pickup. I was leaving when Mr. Canon waved me down. "Tom, do you have any drawings of what you want to do yet?"

When I shook my head no he asked, "As soon as you do, show them to me so I can begin estimating what kind of numbers we're dealing with. Williams wanted me to remind you to call a survey company, too. He's really anxious and he'll hire me to do his daughter's as well as his house."

"I promise to get everything started, Sir. I'll be sure to do it."

At the office, I checked with Bruce who was in a sullen mood. "What's up Bruce, why so glum?"

"Bad weekend, my boyfriend took off with some preppy character instead of sticking around with me. I guess I'll just have to go to the gym a little more and get my six-pack abs back. I hate to be so ripped because guys think I'm just trying to show off, but that's how you get guys. If you're built, they flock to you. You have to have something special or no one notices you."

"Well don't feel bad, if you're having a bad day, have Andrea fix you up."

"But the only thing I ever want from her is head. I want more than that. I want to kiss my guy, hold him, and make love to him. I want him to fuck me or me to fuck him. I want us to share our stuff as it shoots all over us."

"Jesus, Bruce, you're graphic. You're going to get me going if you keep it up. What do you have for me?"

"Nothing, the boss is in the air this morning and didn't leave me a message. I'm sure he'll call as soon as he's down out in LA"

"Say, Bruce, I need a surveyor, do you know one I can use?"

"Sure, I have a friend who will do it for you. He's good. Very much a fairy, but really good at what he does. Call him, tell him what you want to do and he'll have it done right away."

I called the surveyor, Jim Sweet. When I said that Bruce had recommended him, he asked if I wanted to play with him as well as have him work for me. I assured him I was not gay and that I only needed his professional services. I described what I wanted, explained that the property had just been put into my name, and that I wanted to have each of the lots plainly marked with big markers so it would be easy to tell where one began and one ended.

Jim said he wasn't busy so he would get the descriptions from the courthouse and try to get it done today. I thanked him and told him to bill me at this office. He said, "You work with Bruce and Bert and you're not gay? Come on, you're letting one or both of them blow you or you're fucking them."

I convinced him to ask Bruce if he didn't believe me. Amazing how the gay guys can't believe a straight person can deal with them and not want to partake of their fun. I really like women. Christ, I had the gorgeous Zena and the super-attractive Bee living with me, loving me up to the point of exhaustion. Do I need a guy to help me out? A definite 'no way, Jose.'

I have three big drafting tables in my office, so I put some paper on each and began doing some free hand drawing for the additions to the house. First would be to add two bedrooms and a bath to main house. Next, would be to build the big addition, with up to eight rooms with en suite bathrooms, for the bed and breakfast. I quickly drew three different views of the cabin addition, and began working on the B&amp;B addition. It was more difficult because of a giant oak right where the central living room should be. I finally drew around it and left the tree where it was. I figured that I would rather have the tree and spend a little more to have the addition to be two floors and have balcony walkways with a central sitting room and an outdoor atrium. As a result, the drawings really came out nice.

Next up were the details. I got all the measurements that I had taken out there over the last month and began. I kept thinking of the cesspool problems but remembered that the county was building our sewer access as I was drawing. The initial plans for the house were easy. The details for the electrical and mechanical would take longer, but there was enough for a rough estimate.

The big addition went really fast. I was surprised that my head contained all of the dimensions that I wanted, and that I had so much of the material types already cataloged. I had not turned on my computer yet, but the two floors of the big B&amp;B addition were workable. I should now put both into CAD, but before I did that, I wanted to draw the strip cabins that I had thought of. I made each cabin thirty by forty with a ten by thirty screened porch across the entire front. Each unit had a small kitchen, a bath, two small bedrooms, and a living room that was an extension of the kitchen. A perfect little vacation cabin. I figured on five of them across the back of the lot, building about twenty-five feet from the back property line. I was thinking that I might be able to continue the cabins across the two lots that had the cypress swamp, but I would have to look at that after the surveyor was done.

It was lunchtime, so I went to check on Zena. Her secretary haughtily told me Zena was with a customer, so I went to see Bruce to see if the boss had called. Bruce was in a better mood, but said the boss didn't give me any new jobs. When I asked him if he wanted to go to lunch with me, he was ecstatic. "Let's go upstairs. I haven't been up there in so long. Please, take me up there."

We ate in the executive club where Bert or Zena had registered me as an executive of the company. It was a good thing, as there wasn't a check. You just signed and the company was billed. Both of us ate sparingly and didn't drink any alcohol, just iced tea. When we went back downstairs to Bruce's office, Andrea was on her knees in front of Bruce's desk.

"What's up, Andrea?" Bruce asked. "Does your mistress want something?"

Andrea was not looking at us, but said, "Mistress wants me to find out how big Tommy is and to try him. She said she would throw me out if I didn't get an answer today."

"Ah, Andrea, I don't just go around doing stuff with other women. Zena and I are kind of exclusive."

"I already spoke with Miss Zena. She said I could find out and that I should make you cum since she didn't make you cum this morning. Here, she told me to call her so she could tell you." Andrea, still on her knees, used her cell phone and called.

"I have Mr. Parks in front of me. Would you tell him you approve?"

Andrea handed me the cell phone and I said, "Zena?"

"Hi, Honey, I'm with a client but I do want Andrea to help you with that problem. You need to help her with her project as well, so do it for me okay? I'll see you later this afternoon." She hung up.

I handed the cell phone back to Andrea and she reached up to unzip me.

I panicked. I looked around, first at Bruce then at the door. Bruce chuckled, got up, and locked the outside door. "Go ahead, Andrea, do him."

I stood before her as if she were the executioner. She unzipped me and gently pulled my semi-limp dick from my pants. I don't think I was ever totally limp since this morning. Even more gently, Andrea took me into her mouth and swallowed me whole. Limp, I'm over six inches and pretty fat, so I was surprised she didn't gag or choke.

She swallowed me right down her throat while Bruce was groaning and drooling. She pulled from me and asked, "Would you be more excited if I were nude?"

When my eyes got big and round, I guess she figured I would be, so she was instantly nude. She pulled me to a couch and had me sit while she went back down, on my now harder, dick. She took my hands and put one on her breast and one in her moist pussy and kept right on sucking. She was a really good cocksucker. She had me thinking I might shoot a load pretty soon. She pulled from me, holding my dick and smiled at me. When I smiled, she reached up and gently kissed me, and said, "Give me your cum. Let me swallow it, please?"

Andrea went right back down on me, sucking, stroking, and teasing my dick head. My dick swelled up until it was obvious I was going to come. Andrea forced her head down on me, jamming me into her throat. As I began to squirt, she pulled back to get my load into her mouth. There was so much of it that cum was leaking from around my dick. It was really sexy to see her lips stretched around my big cock with white creamy stuff around her lips.

She pulled off me with half-closed eyes, telling me with a full mouth, "You made me cum while sucking you. That was so nice to have so much of you in my mouth."

She went right back down on me sucking, licking, and teasing the underside of the head of my dick. She didn't give me a chance to go limp as she kept right on sucking until she rose and gave me an extremely spermy kiss, forcing lots of my juice back into my mouth. When I kept right on kissing her, she groaned and pulled me over her as she leaned back spreading her legs. She whispered into my ear, "Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me, Lover. Zena said you would make me happier than any man ever has. You already have, but fuck me, please, make me cum."

The invitation was too much. I plunged into Andrea and kept sliding deeper and deeper until I was completely in her. We fucked with a steady rhythm of grunts and groans with each drive into her. I reached around behind her and began playing with Andrea's brown eye. This brought her to a peak almost instantly. "Oh God, oh God, you're doing it to me. Oh Christ, you're making me cum over and over, Tommy. I want more but no more, come in me please, come in me quick before I die, please, Tommy, come."

Someone separated my butt cheeks and began licking my brown eye then sticking their tongue deep into me while handling my balls. This made me shoot tons and gallons (or it seemed like it) of cum deep into her which made Andrea come, making even more noise. She hugged me to her with her arms and legs, trying to keep me still while she recovered.

Bruce pulled her arms and legs free of me and rolled me off her. He dove into her pussy sucked for a moment then attacked my dick that was trying to go limp. I swatted Bruce telling him, "Off, get off me. Only females do that for me."

Andrea leaned up over me and kissed me so softly and with so much meaning that we ended up trading tongues, hugging each other, as Bruce lamented over not being able to play with my flagging dick.

Andrea leaned back on the couch to watch white creamy sauce leak from her pussy. She reached down and scooped up the drainage and sucked her fingers. "So good, Tommy, you fuck so, so good. My mistress will want you, you know. I'll bet she'll talk to Zena tonight. I can't lie to her. You've made me come even more than she has. She won't be mad, but she will want the same. So good, Tommy, so good."

As Bruce made another attempt to get to my dick, I pushed his head away saying, "Enough, Bruce. I'm done for right now. If you had tits and a pussy, I might be up for another round, but I'm sorry I just can't get excited over a guy."

Bruce looked at Andrea, "Please, Andrea, take pity on me. Suck me off quick; I have to get off after that. Please, Andrea, do me."

"As you wish and command, Master Bruce."

Andrea sucked Bruce off in less than two minutes. He came quickly, then zipped up and went back to his desk. Andrea dressed and I put myself away and zipped up. She came to me and smoothed my hair back and straightened my tie. She smiled at me, then kissed me saying, "I owe Zena. I'm going to make her come like she's never come before. That was so good. Whenever you need to relieve yourself, Master Tommy, please use me, let me relieve you."

She left the room with me standing, looking at her. Bruce interrupted my reverie with, "You know you could have let me suck you off. It wouldn't have infected you or anything. Perhaps next time you use Andrea, I might get your second shot. Wow! You really did get off twice and it seemed like it was really big both times. I'm just jealous, that's all."

I smiled at Bruce. "Sorry I haven't been able to give you what you want, Bruce. Like I said, I'm female oriented only. I like women, all kinds of women, but only women, not guys."

"I know, I know, get out of here and let me get some work done. Go play with your drawings for a while."

I went back to my office and began doing the detail on the house addition using the CAD program. When five o'clock came and no Zena, I continued doing the detail drawings for the big addition. I did all of the details necessary to get an accurate quote and for another architect to finish the miscellaneous details. Actually, a good builder could build off of what I had. I sent the drawings of all three phases off to the printer and cleaned up my office. This had been a good day's work.

Zena came into the office just as I was rolling up the prints from the printer. I had three rolls with the handmade drawings on the top. Zena wanted to see, but I suggested we get a beer with her buddies and head home. She agreed but made me promise we would look at them as soon as we got home.

Our three lez fuck buddies were in a good mood at The Office, waiting for us. They were still excitedly talking about the weekend and our Saturday night party. When Margaret was kissing on me, the redheaded bartender came over to our table and said, "What does this guy have to turn Maggie in to a dick hound?"

Maggie smiled and said, "He made me know I'm a woman. It drove me so nuts that I made him fuck me. I liked it so much I fucked seven other guys Saturday night, and I look forward to fucking as many guys that think I'm worth it. Want to try him? Just ask Zena, you might be able to fuck both of them the same night."

The redhead looked at me and stood in a challenging stance. She smiled at me while playing with one of her stiff nipples through her top, "So, Zena, can I try out your lezzy changer or do you keep him to yourself?"

"I share, but you'll have to ask his other smothering pussy. She may not want to share. She is kind of greedy. She wants all of my pussy and all of his juice just for her."

The redhead laughed, "Holy shit! I have to try this stud. Have all of you had him?"

Little Joanie said, "He stretched me so big, my biggest dildo doesn't even touch the sides anymore."

Betsy was laughing really loud. "He did do all of us and the other seven women at the party. That includes Margaret and the extra girl that now is claiming Zena and Tommy."

The tall redhead said, "I have to get back to work, but please invite me out. You guys sound like you have a lot of fun. I might even try Mr. Stud here to find out what's so good."

She left and Zena hugged my arm and whispered in my ear, "I really do love you, you know." When her hand grazed the front of my slacks, my dick was near stone.

Zena said, "Let's get out of here. I've had enough and I don't want stud here to get too big of a head. He has work to do tonight anyway. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."

We left and Zena said, "Let's get home and have some supper. Bee is fixing it and it should be ready by the time we get there. You have to show me what you have, and I have a surprise for you later."

We drove home in traffic that was diminishing quickly. We parked in the back of the cabin, going in through the kitchen. Bee was busily getting supper ready. She was so cute in a full apron, nude beneath it. Zena and I each hugged and kissed her, making her happy and smiley. We went to the bedroom, quickly stripping, getting bare to enjoy the freedom of nudity.

Back in the kitchen, the food was on the table so we sat down to eat. Bee put her hand up and said, "Let's say grace."

Bee thanked God for our food and his blessing. We all said 'amen' before digging in. Bee had bought some ham and had macaroni and cheese, applesauce, some rolls, and some green beans. It was an excellent meal with the anticipation of some ham sandwiches tomorrow.

We quickly cleaned up the kitchen, and Zena had me show them what I had brought home.

They oohed and aahed over the drawings, saying how I had captured the cabin exactly how it really looked. They inspected the blueprints but really didn't understand the complexity of them. I called Sam Canon to see if he wanted to see the drawings and he said, "I'll be there in less than five."

True to his word, he was in the kitchen in less than five minutes. He first looked at the cabin drawing and blueprint, then the house addition and print. Next, he began looking at the big B&amp;B addition. He stared at it and noted some measurements and went out the back door to step off the distances. As he came back inside he asked, "How did you do all this freehand and have almost the exact distances. There's no way you did this all today."

"I did do it all today, but I already did have the exact measurements. I knew I wanted to do something, but not exactly what. When I began drawing I saw what was necessary and turned the sketch and drawings into a print on CAD."

"Man, I wish I had your talent when I'm talking to a guy wanting to build a house. This is great. I'll have some firm estimates by tomorrow. Say, Williams says he has the surveyor's report. He made the guy finish it here and has it for you. You should see the giant orange posts he left out there with all of the measurements. Is that what you asked for?"

"Exactly, I wanted anyone looking at the property to know exactly where the lines are. We can pound them deeper into the ground later, but right now, that's exactly what I want. Do you have Mr. Williams' number?"

Sam wrote it down and asked if he could take all the prints. I had copies at the office, so I said, "Take them and let me know what kind of numbers we're dealing with."

As soon as Sam left, Zena said, "I have to tell you something and then we'll see what we all do."

"This sounds serious, Zena, what's up?"

"I met with a big client of ours today about building a big condo over in Clearwater. The client already has the land under contract and is just waiting to see if the business climate is right to build or not."

"So?" I asked.

"She's kind of a strange person, and I should have known that she would have me nude and stretched out with her mouth in my pussy in no time at all. She really is good at making me come, but she wanted to know more and more about you. When she heard about Bee, she wanted to know about her as well."

I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Anyway, she got a call about two o'clock that sent her into spasms. When she hung up, she insisted we come visit her this evening. Do you mind? I promise we'll not stay too late, but she is a very, very big client. Her companies rent about three hundred thousand square feet of our most luxurious office space, plus another several thousand feet of our retail mall space."

I was being generous and said, "Sure, let's go see what she wants."

Zena said with half-closed eyes, "I know what she wants, but I want you to hear it from her."

The three of us dressed and got in Zena's BMW and headed into the city. We parked at one of the most prestigious condos on Bay Drive. Zena was quickly passed through all the security and a lady in a butler's suit greeted us at the door, strange. Another lady dressed in a butler's tux led us into a large lounge to be greeted by Andrea, on her knees, totally nude.

Bee was getting nervous so Zena said, "Relax, this is a strange place but you're safe."

Andrea looked up at us and said, "Thank you, Miss Zena for letting me discover what my mistress wanted to know. From me and only me, thank you, I really did enjoy myself."

At that moment a woman of unknown age came into the room, carrying a long cigarette holder with a lit cigarette. She smiled and stuck out her hand, "Tom Parks or Tommy, I assume."

I smiled and took her hand. Instead of leaning down to kiss it I brought it to my lips while keeping our eyes locked and turned her hand over kissing her palm. The woman closed her eyes and shuddered.

"You, young man are dangerous. I think I can almost believe Andrea."

She looked at one of the women dressed in a tux and said, "Get us some drinks and don't fuck around."

The lady looked at me and said, "It's so hard to get good help these days."

Zena said to the lady, "May I introduce you or do you wish to remain anonymous?"

The lady smiled and said, "By all means, Zena, introduce us."

Tom, Bee, I want you to meet Ms. Veronica Cohen. Her maiden name was Highsmith, if that means anything to you. Her late husband, George Cohen was the Wall Street financier that turned GE credit around several years ago.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Cohen, or would you prefer Ms. Highsmith?"

She grinned broadly and said, "Either, but you get points for asking. Tell me about the blonde beauty you brought with you, Bee, isn't it?"

Zena said, "Bee was Tom's sister's roommate who decided she wanted to live with Tom and me. We've fallen in love, but Tom is first in each of our lives."

Veronica said to Bee, "I think I've seen you in Marten Stark's office before. Is that correct?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I'm an associate accountant there," Bee said, with a smile.

"You are a beauty, I can't believe you've lasted this long without being snatched up by one of the predator professionals out there. But if you're in Stark's office, the odds of meeting a male with balls would be remote."

Bee laughed and said, "None have the balls to get to know me or none of them feel they can compete for a woman who knows what she wants."

"Oh my, a woman after my own heart and you're in love with these two?"

"Oh yes, Ms. Cohen, I'm sure you've found out why I'm in love with Zena, and you might get lucky and find out why I love Tom so much."

"I hope I do. Zena, didn't you tell her about Andrea?"

"I haven't had the chance. Tom, do you want to tell Bee about that?"

I really didn't, but Andrea was looking up at me smiling so broadly, that I thought I should. "Andrea said that her Mistress told her that she had to find out how big I was and that she had to try me, or her Mistress would throw her out. Bert and Bruce had already told me that her Mistress was ruthless and that Andrea had to do exactly as she was told, or else. The else was whatever her Mistress decided. She had already talked to Zena and she called Zena who told me to do whatever Andrea wanted. Well, I did."

Bee asked, "What did you do, what did she want you to do."

I couldn't back out now, so I told all. "First, Andrea sucked me off, making me unload in her mouth. Then she kept me hard and had me fuck her. I came again inside her."

"I suppose she enjoyed a large mouthful of your juice and I'm sure she enjoyed that big prick of yours jollying up her pussy."

I nearly laughed, "I think she did."

Bee was smiling as she looked at Andrea and said, "Tell me about it. Tell me what it felt like to suck his big dick."

Andrea looked at Veronica for permission to speak. Veronica nodded, and Andrea said, "He was really big in my mouth. He leaked so much precum that I had to keep swallowing. When he got off, he filled my mouth to overflowing, but I kept his cum in my mouth since I was told to kiss him with my mouth full of his cum. It was really hard to wait. It tasted so good that I wanted to swallow it, but I didn't. I kissed him and shared his come with him. He didn't mind and kept kissing me while I pulled him back and put his still big dick right in my pussy. Oh, Ms. Bee, he fucked me so good. We fucked for at least five minutes, maybe more, but Mr. Bruce got behind Mr. Tom and did something. Mr. Tom had a finger in my butt, making me come and I was being filled by Mr. Tom's juices again. I came so hard I almost cried. That's what happened, Ms. Bee. It was wonderful."

Bee put her arm around me and pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me. "You are so sexy. You even made Veronica's little slave come. Save some for Zena and me, Stud. We're going to need you."

Veronica was surprising me as she was taking her flowing clothes off to reveal a very nice body. She had what were obviously enhanced breasts, but they looked good on her slender frame. She was well toned and tanned standing before me, showing the results of years of exercising. She said, "Do you think you could play with this?" She was indicating her body.

"Easily, you are very attractive and sexy, Veronica."

"You are a sweet talker aren't you? Help him, Bee, Zena, he has too many clothes on. All of you, off with your clothes. I want to revel in all of your beauty and sexiness."

For the next two hours, we devoured each other. During this time I loved on all of Veronica, enjoying my ability to make her come over and over. When I pushed myself into her, she swooned, saying, "You've made me want you so much that I'm already coming, just from the idea of you fucking me. Damn, you feel good."

We fucked for over twenty minutes as Veronica came over and over again. I couldn't hold back any longer and said so, Veronica exclaimed, "Oh yes, come in me you beautiful young stud, shoot me full of your wonderful stuff." I did fill her to the brim and even as she was overflowing, I continued to pump her. When I didn't go soft, she became overly excited and was whispering, "Oh, my God, Oh my God, you're still hard, you're still excited by me, oh Tommy, so good, I can't stop coming."

Veronica soon pushed me off saying, "Enough, anymore and I'll go crazy. Fuck Andrea once more for me, please. I've never heard her so excited before."

Andrea was beneath me instantly, sucking on my still hard dick. She looked up at me and asked, "Please, fuck me, one more time, please."

I did fuck her and kept on fucking her through orgasm after orgasm until Zena hugged my back and said, "Come in her, fill her before she goes crazy. Make her as happy as Veronica."

Zena used her hand to squeeze my balls to get me to squirt another full load into Andrea. When I was pulled from Andrea by both Bee and Zena, Andrea was laying back, her legs spread wide, playing with white creamy stuff oozing from her pussy.

Bee's mouth was latched onto my dick, keeping me hard. She kept it up until she lay back and drew me into her creamy center. While I was pounding away, Zena and Veronica were both whispering in my ear. "Fuck her, fill her, make her come. Come in her, make her a baby, put that baby juice in her." One of the ladies began licking and tonguing by bottom, making me crazy. As Bee was near screaming, I loosed the third load of the evening into her as she hugged me with her arms and legs, trying to pull me into her body. When we relaxed, my dick was shrinking fast. Zena was instantly sucking me while Veronica surprised us by burying her face in Bee's center.

Somehow, as Zena was sucking me, and Bee was kissing me while being eaten by Veronica, I began getting hard again. Zena pulled me around and said, "Fuck that bitch again, show her that you're the stud around here and that she has to mind you, fuck her."

I plunged into Veronica and in seconds had her withering, near crying from coming so much. She came and cried, came and screamed, came some more, and begged me to leave her alone. Finally, I kissed her softly while still buried in her, then pulled out gently and went down on her, kissing and licking her abused pussy until she cried out, "Oh, coming, coming again, so beautiful, coming again."

When we all sat up, Veronica said, "Zena, you're the only one who didn't enjoy your man tonight. Aren't you wishing you had?"

"I will later, Veronica. You made me come so much earlier today, I don't know if I can come again. You wouldn't let me make you come, but my man sure did the trick."

"He sure did Zena and Bee. I really enjoyed the way he made Andrea come again and the way he made love to Bee. There is some real love there."

Veronica came into my arms and said, "Hold me a minute, I want to feel the strength of the man that just won my heart. You are dangerous Tom Parks. I already want you again, but I know your heart belongs to Zena and Bee. Perhaps they will lend you to me again."

We were dressing, when Veronica said, "How do you, Tom, and you Zena, get such deep tans?"

Zena smiled, "You should come out to our cabin, Veronica. We live in a naturist park. It is wonderful to be naked in the outdoors. Bee will soon have as good a tan as we do."

"I might do that. Can Andrea come too? I think she would enjoy being nude in the outdoors."

Zena said, "Of course, she can. Please come. Our place isn't as fancy as this, but we are very relaxed and laid back. We will be building on to our cabin just so we have enough room for more visitors."

"We'll see, Zena, we will see. Talk to me again this week about the condo deal and we'll talk about coming to visit."

Zena, Bee, and I received kisses from Veronica. Andrea was allowed to kiss us as well. Andrea was smiling so broadly, her face was lit up.

We made it home by eleven. All of us were so tired we just showered quickly, brushed our teeth, and got our clothes ready for the next day. We noticed all our clothes had been washed and ironed and were hung in the closet.

When we went to bed, I thought we would just fall asleep, but Zena held me close and kissed me. "I'm next, Lover. I wanted you so bad I almost had you stuff yourself up my pussy. Veronica couldn't understand today and kept trying to put her hand up me and tried to put a big dildo up me. I told her I was saving myself for you. Not my future husband, but for you. You are going to be my husband. Now, my future taker of my virginity, make love to me, make me yours tonight once again so we can sleep the sleep of lovers, connected."

I made love to Zena as slowly and gently as possible. Bee began helping me, getting into loving Zena as much as I was. Soon Zena was crying out with orgasm after orgasm, until she demanded, "Put it in me, fuck me Tommy, please make us one."

We fucked, slowly and gently. Surprisingly, I began to feel the tingling that preceded me coming in just a few minutes. With all three of us kissing, and me leaning down to suck and nibble one of Zena's nipples, we came together without any outside stimulation. As I turned Zena's back to me she whispered, "I love you so much."

Bee whispered into my other ear, "I love you both so much I hurt sometimes. That was so beautiful it made me come with you."

We were instantly asleep.

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 8



I woke up in the middle of the night still connected to Zena. I gently pulled free of her to make sure we weren't stuck together again in the morning. I could feel the wetness seep from between her cheeks as I withdrew. As soon as I was free of her, she turned over and kissed me, laying her head on my shoulder. I lay on my back with both girls' heads on my shoulders falling back asleep.

We woke early Tuesday morning, showered, ate, and dressed for the workday. The two girls blasted out of the park while I waited to see if I might see Mr. Williams. Just as I was going to get into my truck, he came walking up with his wife. Mrs. Williams was a good looking older woman that gave you a clue of where June got her good looks. Both were nearly jet-black from the sun but it actually made both more beautiful to the eye.

They were grinning at my smiling appraisal as they approached. Mr. Williams said, "I think I'm almost jealous of the way you devour my lovely wife with your eyes."

"You are a lucky man sir to have such a beautiful wife."

Mrs. Williams hugged me and said, "Juney said you were even nicer than you were when you were kids. She said she really enjoyed you at the party the other night."

"Ah Humm," Mr. Williams said, "You were with my daughter at that party Saturday?"

He waited a second then said, "Did you enjoy her?"

Again he waited, then gruffly said, "I suppose you saw her nude and touched her all over her beautiful body." Then he began laughing. "If June said she enjoyed you, then you two did more than chat. I know her and the bunch she screws around with on weekends. That husband of hers is a good man to enjoy his wife enjoying herself. You and your lovely Zena will have to visit with April and me one night. I'm sure we would be able to entertain you, as well."

"Oh my," Mrs. Williams said, still up against me, "I feel a hardon. Perhaps I should take him inside and take care of it."

"Please, Mrs. Williams. We'll talk about all that again another time. I have to get to work, but I'm interested in the survey. Did they get it done and did they give a report?"

"I have the report, but he has to do another to get paid by you. It's exactly as you thought and he marked the lot corners with big orange posts, the way you wanted. Sam showed me the drawings you made up for your additions. They really look good. Are you really going to have a bed and breakfast?"

"I want to. I'll have to hire some of the ladies out here, like Betty who does laundry, to help take care of it. I'm sure there are others that will want some part time work."

Mrs. Williams said, "We know many, many folks from up North that would love to come down and visit. We don't have the space yet and even if we did, I think they would enjoy a bed and breakfast place to come to."

"We're having a town meeting Wednesday, tomorrow night, to approve you selling some lots and for your permit to build your cabins and additions. The whole park is excited about your plan."

"Great, that's good news. We'll be there Wednesday night. I do have to get to work though before I'm late."

I took off, pushing it just a little to make it to the office on time. I ended up actually having time to get a cup of coffee before the magic time to see Bruce. Bruce was chatting with Andrea when I came in. I said good morning to both and asked for messages. Bruce handed me two typed sheets of paper saying, "That ought to keep you busy. Bert said he was sorry he didn't get with you yesterday. He says that he has to beg off dinner tonight because he's still going to be out west. He said he'll call you either today or tomorrow."

I smiled and took my instructions to my office. I noticed that Zena's office was dark so she must have had another early appointment. None of the instructions were difficult and none required much effort. I actually had them all done by ten. I booted up my computer to check my e-mail. Bert had sent two to me and Zena had one. Bert's were just follow-ups on what he had given me, so I answered both e-mails with the results I had pulled from the files and prints.

Zena's e-mail was strange, "Meet me at Bert's for lunch. Tell Bruce you won't be back today."

As eleven thirty came around, I cleaned up my office and visited with Bruce a second to tell him my other boss had me doing something this afternoon. He just nodded.

At Bert's condo I parked and was admitted by the doorman who addressed me as Mr. Parks. It's always strange to have someone older than me addressing me as Mr. Parks. I got into the elevator, going up to the top floor, to Bert's place.

As I was about to knock on the door, Zena opened it, smiling broadly. She hugged me and said, "This is going to be a shock, but just relax."

We went into the main living room to find an older couple. I knew who they were instantly. Zena was sitting on the couch smiling at me although she was next to me clutching my arm at the same time. An exact copy of Zena was sitting there. The only difference was the copy had some smile lines, some age lines that set her apart.

The man was a good looking tanned guy with sparse hair, but enough to make him still feel as if he wasn't balding. His features were square and mannish.

"Tommy, I want you to meet my Mother and Father, Mr. and Mrs. Harper. Mom and Dad, Tom Parks, the man I'm going to marry."

I was as shocked as they were. I didn't know we were getting married.

"I don't see a ring on your finger, Zena." Mrs. Harper said.

"Tom didn't know we were getting married yet, Mother. He just found out. I'm sure we'll get a ring soon."

After shaking hands, Mr. Harper said, "So just what do you do, Tom?"

"I'm an architect. I work with Zena's and Bert's customers to make sure the builders have the correct prints to give the customers what they want."

"Have you worked for Bert very long?"

"A little over three years. This is really my first job out of school. So far the company has been good to me, and this last promotion has made my job very interesting."

Mrs. Harper took over again, "Zena said you have a cabin in a naturist park here. How long have you been a naturist?"

"My aunt introduced me to the lifestyle when I was very young. I loved it and thrived out there. She passed away recently and left her place to me. That's why I'm living out there."

"I'm surprised they allowed a single man in the park."

"They didn't, Mrs. Harper, I could only go out if my sister or Mom went out with me. My sister knew Zena and asked her to talk to me. She knew Zena was a naturist and thought we might get along so that she could come out with me on the weekends."

"So how did you two go from just meeting to going to be married so quickly?" This was from Mr. Harper.

Zena answered, "It was meant to be, Daddy. We were made for each other. As soon as we were out at the park, playing in the pool, sunning on the beach by the lake, canoeing, or just sitting and talking, I knew. Tom and I get along so well, enjoy the same things, like many of the same people, and enjoy just being with each other."

Mrs. Harper got down and dirty, "Zena, what's happened to you being a lesbian. You've professed to be a devout lesbian for years. Now all of a sudden you're thinking of, or at least telling us, you are marrying a man."

"Funny isn't it Mom. A few weeks ago I was still in that same frame of mind. When Tommy and I began talking about going out to his cabin, I was confused because I really did enjoy being around him. The first weekend out there I brought my roommates. You know them; Maggie is as hardcore as you would ever find a real man hater. Betsy was the one with experience with men, but had become totally against them. Joanie was the wishy-washy one that could go either way, but she prefers women and is really attached to the three of us girls."

Zena leaned back on the couch and said, "Tommy helped Maggie through an episode she had concerning how she felt men perceived her. His attitude toward her has completely changed her attitude about herself. She's even lusting after Tommy now.

Betsy is funny. She says there's something about Tommy that makes her want him. She's almost predatory the way she goes after him.

And little Joanie, well, she's in love with Tommy. He treats her so gently as well as he treats her like the lady she really is instead of a little kid. Joanie follows him around like a puppy most of the time.

Mrs. Harper said, "So what does that make you, another Tommy groupie?"

"Nope, it makes we wet. It makes me want to give my virginity to Tommy. It makes me want to hug and kiss him and hold him all night long. He's so gentle and patient. When I told him I was saving my virginity for someone special, all he did was congratulate me for being the person I thought I should be. You tell me you don't want to be around a guy like that."

"I think you're embarrassing, Tom," Mr. Harper said. "He's acting like he'd like to crawl behind the couch, instead of sitting on it."

"Dad, Mom, how about coming out to the cabin with us tonight. Maybe you can talk Tommy into making you some chicken Marsala or some veal scaloppini. He's a wonderful cook."

Zena turned to me and said, "Why don't you call your mom and dad and ask them to come out for dinner too. I want to meet them and I think they should meet my folks. And while you're at it, maybe your sister and her boyfriend can come out. He might resist since he hasn't been out there yet, but you can try."

I called my Mom to ask her about this evening. She laughed, "Your Dad was saying this morning that he wondered when you were going to have us out to your new home. He's dying to meet this girl you've become head over heels with."

"This will kill a dozen birds with one dinner, Mom. I'll fix Marsala, as it's fast and easy for a lot of people. You and Dad just come out anytime. You know the place is unlocked so just make yourself at home. There's beer and soda in the fridge and booze in the cabinet where Aunt Pauline always kept it.

When I got off the phone, I looked at Zena and said, "I'm going to stop and see about getting a larger table. We need one with more than four chairs. More like eight would be better. There's plenty of room for a bigger table.

Zena said she would bring her folks out to the cabin. She told them that they would stay the night with us and she could bring them back to Bert's in the morning or leave them her car and she could ride with me. Mrs. Harper said, "No way, Honey. We're going to enjoy being out at your park. It's still cold and dreary at home, so this will be like our mini-vacation."

I took off thinking that I could get lucky at either Goodwill or a used furniture place also nearby. I was getting ready to leave the condo parking lot, but couldn't move because of a huge moving van was blocking the drive. The movers were trying to stuff a hundred and twenty cubic feet of furniture into a hundred cubic feet of space. An older couple was arguing over what to pitch and what to keep. They both agreed to get rid of their second table and chairs that had a breakfront to go with it. The man was saying, "I'll call a junk hauler and have them cart it off."

"Excuse me, forgive me for eavesdropping, but I couldn't help but overhear you're throwing out a table and chairs. Is it very large, can it seat like eight?"

The woman looked at me as a savior and said, "There are ten chairs with it and it has two leafs. It is really big when expanded. We only keep six with it now, but it is really not nice enough for a formal dinning room. It was made for a big country kitchen."

"Can I see it. I'll buy it if you'll sell it to me. I want it for a kitchen in a cabin I have. I don't have a dining room, but the kitchen and living area is very large and informal, a little rustic."

The man said, "Young man if you want the set, it's yours. We'll have the men here load it in your truck."

The table was really nice. Sort of like a big picnic table with what looked like distressed wood, but smooth to the touch. The chairs were sturdy ladder back chairs with two of them having heavy arms. All had seats that were a rich dark brown leather, with designs embedded in the leather. The set looked like it had been really expensive.

"I only have about two hundred in cash, but I can run to an ATM and get some more. What can I have this for? It will be perfect for my place."

The man looked at his wife and she smiled, "Young man, you just solved a bunch of problems in one quick wave of your hand. Thank you for eavesdropping on our discussion. Jason, have those men put the table and breakfront in his truck. Make sure they wrap it so it doesn't get marked up. Just buy the extra blankets from the movers if you have to."

The mover had to take the legs off the table to get it and all the chairs with the breakfront into my truck. This was the first time I was happy to have bought the crew cab with the long bed. I paid the movers for the blankets and tipped them an extra forty dollars for helping me tie it all down.

The older couple gave me a stack of cookware and a big box of dishes saying they were getting new stuff out in California. The man came over with a box of bottles, "Here, this is the booze we had left. I'm not supposed to drink anymore anyway so you can have these. I've got a box of wine you can have too. The lady gave me another couple of boxes of stuff wrapped in plastic bubble wrap.

"Honey, these are a bunch of odds and ends glasses and dinnerware that I keep meaning to put in a yard sale. If you don't want them, throw them away, but thank you for helping us out.

The man stepped back with hands on his hips and said, "Well, the truck is full and your truck is jammed but you still have room to drive. We're ready to go. Say son, do you want my Florida car? I was going to take the tag off it out at the airport and leave it. If you want it, you can have it. Just go out and get it later."

I must have really looked confused. The lady said, "This was part of our company that we sold. We didn't give them this and kept it to run around here. We're moving back out to LA to be near our kids. We have cars out there and really don't need this one."

The man said, "If you know anything about these condos, you know we're not hurting. I'd like you to have the car if you want."

Zena had come out with her folks to see me talking to the couple. She came over and hugged my arm. The woman said, "Oh you're Bert's little niece aren't you? Is this your young man?"

"Yes Ma'am, I am, and he is. He was supposed to be on his way to find a larger table, but it looks like he found one already."

The man said, "He sure did, we've loaded him up with all kinds of kitchen things too. I'm trying to convince him to take my Florida car for free and he's hesitating."

Zena laughed, "What are you giving away? Tommy doesn't usually pass up opportunities."

The man pointed to a bright orange Jeep Wrangler that didn't look very old. He said, "It has about seventy thousand on it but it still runs good. I think it's going to need brakes and possibly some other work soon. But there's a full top with side curtains folded up in the back. We like the open Jeep a lot but the air's too dirty out in California unless you live on the beach. We couldn't find a decent place to buy on the beach, so we bought another condo till we do. It's not as nice as this one, and it costs three times as much as here. It'll be worth it to be near our kids and grandkids though."

Zena said, "How about I ride with you out to the airport, then I can just bring the car home. Will that work?"

The woman said, "That would be wonderful. You can let us out at the departure entrance and we'll be set."

The man was sending the moving van off and came back. "Okay, let me get the title and make it out to you, Son, I really appreciate all you've done. Say, do you have anything to do with Bert's company?"

Zena said, "I'm the marketing manager and Tom is the final architectural engineer."

"Well, well, here, take my card and call me in about a week. I have some buildings here and out in LA that I want Bert to manage. His company has one of the best names in the business. He's a real professional. I've found him to be a little nutty since I've been his neighbor, but a real professional."

Zena said, "I'll call you in a week to set up an appointment, Sir."

I said to the couple, "I don't know how to thank you for your generosity. The table and the Jeep are wonderful, and the Jeep is just perfect for when I don't want to drive the big truck. I love it and have always wanted one, but I am always being practical about everything."

The little old lady pulled my shoulder down and gave my cheek a kiss. "We're taking your young lady with us, so give her a kiss. We need to go."

Zena gave me a toe curler, much to the older couple's delight, and to Mr. Harper's chagrin. Zena gave her keys to her dad, telling him to follow me and she would meet us out at the cabin as soon as she had the older couple delivered to the airport.

Mr. Harper said, "You know, Tommy, I always figured the guy who would get my Zena would be one lucky S.O.B. You just proved you must be the guy. You leave to go buy a used table and end up with a free one along with free Jeep. How do you do that?"

"Let's get out to the park. It's going to take some effort to put the table back together."

I drove out to the park slowly for three reasons; I didn't want the junk in the back to fall out, I didn't want to lose Zena's folks following me, and lastly, I wanted them to see where we were going so they could make the trip on their own, if they needed or wanted to.

We pulled into the park and drove to the cabin. I backed up to the back porch so we could take the table in that way.

Mr. Harper helped me carry the old table I had out to the big front porch, then helped me carry the new table and legs into the kitchen. I got my box of tools out and Mr. Harper surprised me by having the table assembled single-handedly while I brought the chairs and the boxes in.

The two of us wrestled the breakfront into the kitchen and was able to place it in the only piece of bare wall in the room. The set really looked nice, except that I had too many chairs now. We were able to scatter some of them around, leaving eight at the table with only one leaf in it.

Mrs. Harper began exclaiming, "Oh my goodness, this is real crystal. Can you believe it? Let's see she's missing one of the wine flutes for a set of eight. She's missing a few of the nice brandy snifters. She isn't missing any of the regular glasses. My, oh my, this is really expensive stuff."

She found some space in the mostly empty cabinets and put them away. She started on the box that said dishes and went nuts again. "This is real china, really good real china. I'll bet there's hardly a nick on it. It looks brand new.

She soon had that unpacked and began on the cookware. I was defrosting some chicken breasts and mixing up the spices for the chicken.

Bee came whizzing up to park in the back. She came in, giving me a lip lock that even startled me. She turned and exclaimed over the table. "Tommy, this is so neat. You got us a new table. Wow, it really fits the décor."

Mrs. Harper had a very hurt expression on her face. "Mrs. Harper, please meet Bee, our very close friend and roommate. Bee and Zena have a special relationship that I'm included in. Bee, this is Zena's mother and father."

Mr. Harper was gawking at Bee as she is very attractive, but what was getting him was the way she was casually disrobing right there in the kitchen. Bee said, "Let me get these clothes off and hung up. I'll be right back to hear all about the table and all the stuff you have, Tommy, and to help with supper."

Mrs. Harper said, "That was some kiss that young lady gave you, Tommy."

"Like I said, Ma'am, Zena has included me in the relationship she has with Bee."

Mr. Harper said, "Ah, to be young again. Say, Tommy, show us where we can stash our clothes. I'm ready to be a naturist. Come on, Honey, let's rough it and you can show him some Georgia peaches."

Mrs. Harper swatted at him and they followed me to the little bedroom. I stepped into the big bedroom and quickly took my clothes off, avoiding the predatory Bee, and going back out to the kitchen.

I was putting the booze away when Mrs. Harper came out. I was standing there with my mouth open when Zena came through the door. She said, "Nice, isn't she?"

I jumped and turned red. My dick was trying to say hi as well, but it decided to mind and deflated enough to look civil. The only thing I could say was, "I can't get over the close resemblance you two share. It's uncanny."

Zena's Dad said, "You see one, you know what they both look like."

Bee was even surprised. While Zena was filling Bee in on my lucky streak, she was taking off her clothes joining us in the nude. Mrs. Harper was showing Zena the crystal, the china, the new cookware, and the big box of expensive cooking utensils. All in all, the couple had filled up the kitchen with all of the stuff needed for everyday life.

I moved the truck around so all four vehicles were parked in a row in the back. They looked less obvious and a lot neater that way. I got the grille pulled out, ready to use later, before getting all the ingredients ready for the Marsala sauce. Mrs. Harper commented that I cooked like Bert, as I got all the various items in separate little dishes ready to mix in. One of the new large saucepans was going to be perfect for as much sauce as I had to make.

The new phone on the wall rang. It was the gate asking about my folks. I told him that he knew my Mom and to let them in already. Mom and Dad came in the back door seconds later.

It took a while to make introductions and it took my dad a while to get over the shock of meeting my new girlfriend and her mother. They looked like gorgeous sexy twins. Of course, in a nude environment there isn't any hiding from roaming eyes. Dad was having a difficult time with Bee. He would look at Bee, then at Zena, then at me, wondering what was going on. Mom said, "Come on Lee, let's shuck these clothes and join the naturists. I'm happy to be out here."

When mom came out, I noticed Mr. Harper do a double take. Mom is a really attractive, with a slender body and perky tit. Her nipples were sticking way out from being freshly exposed. Mom had a disconcerting habit of playing with her nipples when she was naked that seemed to draw your eyes to them. One of mom's major assets was her backside. When she is in profile, she displays a rounded ass that demands closer inspection. From the rear, she displays a near perfect heart that you want to bury your face in. It's almost embarrassing to look at your mom's butt and get a woody. I know how to keep my eyes off it. Mr. Harper didn't. My dad chuckled at the man obviously getting excited.

Zena's mom made the comment, "You can sure see Tommy takes after his dad. Lee, you're not quite as long as Tommy, but you sure can wag your tail."

Dad was really surprised, but for some reason I wasn't. I was used to Zena and the off the wall stuff she says all the time. It was Mr. Harper's turn to smile as dad turned red.

Bee, Zena, and I got the four situated out on the new porch, then brought them drinks so they could relax and visit. The three of us went into the kitchen to organize dinner. Zena asked, "Is your sister coming?"

"I don't know. I'll call her cell phone to find out. If she's not coming, we'll fix dinner early."

I used the kitchen phone. "Hey Dana, you coming out to meet Zena's folks? Mom and Dad are already here and visiting out on the porch. Can Jeff come?"

Dana exclaimed, "Believe it or not he's coming. He was trying to decide what to wear when I reminded him that as soon as we get there, it wouldn't matter. He's all concerned about getting a boner. I told him it was only natural. I'll give him some relief before we get there and maybe that will help him out. I promised to take him into the bedroom every time he gets excited so he doesn't embarrass himself."

"Well come on out, we're having some good food. We'll save a drink for you both."

The three of us finished the salads, got fresh drinks, and joined everyone out on the porch. Mom wanted to know if there was enough time to walk down and show the Harper's the rec area. Bee and Zena decided to go with them, but I wanted to stay to wait for Dana and Jeff.

While waiting, Sam Canon came in the front door, carrying the prints. He had a set of papers in a binder with multiple dividers. I made Sam a drink and we sat at the new table. He said, "These are the individual estimates for the new place. I included the cost to hook up to the sewer system so you can get rid of the septic tank system you have. If you continue the pipe down your road, or path that it is right now, you'll get a lot more for the individual lots down that way. Franks said you have a total of eight. So that's this one, two that contain the cypress swamp, two that you're selling the Williams, leaving you three more to sell in time. I think you're going to be happy with what you're going to get for the property. It's going to cover most, or all, of what you want to build. I need you to make your deal to sell the land so I can begin building. I have guys that are really close on money right now."

"I'll call Mr. Williams to get this going."

Sam said, "This is my plan, I'll do your addition to this cabin first. Next, I'll do the two houses, but I'll also start the big addition for the bed and breakfast so you can begin renting beds out. I'll do the cabins last. Franks and I walked the property back there and figured out that you can build cabins all the way across the back of the swamp. There's plenty of dry ground out there to build three times the cabins you were originally thinking of. You can use the money you get from the bed and breakfast to help pay for the other cabins. You'll be fixed. You should be able to just about live out here without working in the city if you want."

"Wow, Sam, I would have never thought."

"You're a lot more aggressive than Pauline was. She had enough money to enjoy life, so she never wanted to do anything else. She was content."

"I got the idea from the friends I brought out, and the idea that a lot of folks can't enjoy the park because there's no place to stay except the trailer park or campers. A lot of people don't like campers or tent camping, so that's why I thought of the cabins and the bed and breakfast."

My folks and Zena's folks, along with Zena and Bee came back. Mom greeted Sam like a long lost cousin, and Dad was happy to see him again too. I introduced him to Mr. and Mrs. Harper and Sam opened up saying, "Lee, Loraine, your kid is doing what should have been done out here a long time ago. Here," Sam began unrolling the drawings and blueprints, "let me show you."

I got Sam to take them all out to the front porch so we could set the table. Dana and Jeff drove up and came in through the front. Mom and Dad introduced Mr. and Mrs. Harper and Sam to Dana and Jeff before they came inside.

Dana couldn't get over the new table and breakfront after Jeff was introduced to Zena and Bee. His eyes were bugging out at my sexy pair of women, while Dana was noting the bulge in his pants. They left for the bedroom to undress and no doubt help with the bulge. Both Zena and Bee were plotting on how to tease him some more. I admonished both of them, reminding them this was Jeff's initial exposure to naturists.

Bee said, "Hell, my second time out here I went to an orgy. He's not doing badly."

Jeff and Dana came out, with Jeff shriveled and red, and Dana licking her lips. Zena and Bee winked at her, smiling. I fixed them a couple of healthy martinis and sent them out to the porch.

I started the rice and began making the sauce. While it was sautéing, I started the grille. Zena began steaming the asparagus and Bee made the sauce for the asparagus. About five minutes later, we called everyone to the table to begin with their salads.

We used a combination of the crystal wine flutes and brandy snifters for the wine. The table was set with beautiful china; accompanied by some ornate, real, silverware that was in a case beneath the bunch of pans the older couple had given me. Zena said she would ask the couple if they meant to get rid of the silverware.

By the time the salads were done, the chicken Marsala was complete. We dished it up and served the filled plates to our guests. Everyone loved the food, but what's not to love about chicken Marsala. Jeff was relaxing, enjoying himself, and finding out that a bunch of naturists were a fun group to be around.

When supper was complete, we encouraged the three couples to take a walk down by the lake. Bee, Zena, and I cleaned up the kitchen and had everything washed and put away in a half-hour. We nibbled on more asparagus and some of the Marsala sauce while we worked. Zena brought out a giant chocolate cheesecake for dessert, and started coffee in our big pot.

We were sitting on the front porch along with Dana and Jeff when the folks returned. Dana was telling Jeff, "You know Tom has extra lots down this path. That's how he's going to pay for all that work he's having done."

Dad said, "You know, Son, I think your mom has convinced me to build out here. I don't know whether I want a cabin or a house, but I know we would like to be able to come out here more often. Since you're out here now, it would be nice to be out more often, and it might possibly be the place for us when I retire. That's a few years off, but still, it's something to think about."

Zena's folks were impressed with our plans and were more relaxed about their daughter's relationship with me. Our two sets of folks got along well and, of course; Dana and Bee were old friends. Jeff was very relaxed now and seemed to enjoy the freedom he felt out here.

Dana asked, "How about Jeff and I stay on your couch this weekend. I'd like to come out and he's enjoying himself. I'd like him to come out to enjoy all the activities out here. Sam said something about a fishing tournament that Jeff would enjoy."

Zena said, "Come on out. You guys can have our bed and we'll sleep on the pullout. We're used to being cozy. You two come and enjoy yourself."

Mom said, "You know, Tommy, you need to get the addition on here built. You have far too much company for such a little place."

Soon it was time for Mom and Dad, and Dana and Jeff, to get back to the city. Dana said she wanted to talk to us about our offer last week. We promised to discuss it this weekend.

The five of us who were left enjoyed a drink out on the porch, watching the moon stream across the smooth surface of the lake. We could hear some coots making noise at the far end of the lake, and some resident mallards cackling closer in. It was very idyllic.

Zena said, "The old table is perfect out here. It'll be perfect for coffee or breakfast in the mornings when it's warmer."

Mr. and Mrs. Harper went to bed with Bee, Zena, and I using the bathroom and climbing into our bed. Zena said, "That ended up going far better than I thought. Mom thinks you're really something, Tommy. She thinks I'm still a flake, but her flake. Bee, could you see my dad drooling over you?"

"Him and Mr. Parks both. I'll bet they would double up on me in a heartbeat. Your Mom was teasing the hell out of Tommy's dad Zena. The poor guy had to keep hiding. And Jeff, I'll bet Dana took him back into the bedroom five or six times that I noticed. He's probably had to come so much his balls will hurt."

"You see how you two girls are. You two are just too much for a guy to enjoy all at once."

Bee kissed me and rolled on top me, sitting up but scooting down to be able to take hold of me. "Help me get this up, Zena. I need something to hold me over and I know you need your nightly infusion."

The two girls had me up and in Bee in seconds, not minutes, but seconds. Zena helped to quickly stimulate Bee into some really good orgasms. Bee rolled off, but to the wrong side. She crawled under Zena and made Zena get up on her hands and knees. Using my lips and tongue, I teased Zena's rear opening into flowering for me. With the help of lots and lots of slippery stuff, I was soon balls deep in Zena's lovely bottom. Both of the girls' mouths were busy, so mine was the only one free to moan loudly. Just as Zena tensed and tried to squeeze my dick off in her sphincter, I loosed a torrent of cum into her. It's so cool when I've filled her up and my still hard dick slides so smoothly in and out of her with all the extra lube.

We lay over on our sides, with Bee staying on that side of Zena. I was kind of used to having Bee hug my back, but this was fine. I was still buried deeply in Zena as she turned to give me some soft kisses. She whispered to me, "I love you, Tommy, I love you so very much."

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 9



I woke a little early and slid from the bed to start the coffee. While I was showering, Bee came in and cuddled with me under the water. In seconds, we were showing a more physical expression of how we felt for each other. I was just about to come when Zena stepped in and told us to wait for her. Zena knelt in front of Bee and tongued Bee, while I plunged away blasting Bee full. Zena kept right on sucking and licking, sending Bee into dreamland. Zena stood up and turned her perfect butt to me and said, "Do it, Lover, fuck my butt. I used what was available and found that hair conditioner works well for this purpose. It was only a couple of minutes before Bee had Zena coming and Zena had me coming. Wow, that was a great shower.

As we were dressing, the two were excitedly bragging. Bee was saying, "I'll have to wear a pad all day with his stuff draining out of me."

Zena said, "I'll have to wear a pad too, but I'll be sitting on the pot most of the morning after that massive cum enema he gave me."

We were in the kitchen joking, when Zena's twin came into the kitchen with her hair all tousled, looking sexy as hell from just getting up. Zena commented, "What's that crusted all over your face, Mom? It looks like, it looks like, ah."

"Cum. That what it looks like, because that's what it is. You're father heard you guys going at it a little while ago and was overly excited. After he damn near bruised me, he wanted more, so I gave him a blowjob. He always pulls out and coats my face with his stuff. He's so uncouth."

Mrs. Harper poured herself a mug of coffee and leaned back on the counter, scratching her muff, "Now I know how you're still a virgin. You guys left your door open and I got to see the whole thing. If your dad hadn't gone to sleep, he could have had some of that too. You really made me horny. Good job, Tommy, you did both of them very quietly and very thoroughly, I must say. From what I saw, Zena, it must be a struggle to take that monster up your butt."

Bee was embarrassed, but Zena was used to her mom. "See, Mom, I told you I was going to be a virgin for my wedding night. It's really hard to wait, but I will. Besides, I have Bee to help me out too."

"God, you are a horny devil, Zena. You're as bad as I was at your age. I had so many boyfriends; I needed a numbering system. Your dad was the winner though. He could, and still does, get me off better than of any of them. I'd like to try out your guy, but I guess that wouldn't be kosher."

"You could do that, Mom. We'll have Bee take Daddy somewhere, and you and I will do the magic with Tommy. You'll love the way he comes and stays hard to come again and again."

Bee said, "All this talk is making me horny. I need to get going. Big day today."

Zena said, "I don't have much scheduled, but you never know, Wednesdays are often strange. Keep your cell phone around, Mom; I'll call you later. I'll try the house phone here in the kitchen first, then your cell."

"Come on, Tommy, let's take the Jeep in and get some insurance and register it."

Zena and I drove the open Jeep into the office. She put a scarf on to keep her hair from tangling but enjoyed the trip in just the same. It was just a little cool.

We were in early enough that Bruce wasn't in yet, but Andrea was already there. She asked with a smile, "May I suck you off, Tommy, how about you Zena, do you need to cum this morning?"

Andrea was so forthright about something so intimate that it made me laugh. Zena said, "I'll let you lick the cum out of my ass if you want. Tommy really unloaded in there, even though it was his second load this morning."

Andrea smiled getting on her knees behind Zena, "Oh, Zena, he's so full of that stuff. I just love the way he comes and comes. Mistress loves it too."

Zena was leaning over Bruce's desk, with her skirt up and panties off, when he came through the door. His dry comment was almost funny, "You should lock the door when you use the facilities. Anyone could just walk in you know."

Zena said, "No one comes in here with out calling first, no one except Andrea, Bert, and me."

"Tommy did the other day and I about had a heart attack. I had been pulling my pud and had just put it away when he walked in. Now, I would just keep right on jerking it off. He's one of us, I think."

Andrea leaned back and said, "I think that's all of it, Zena. There was still a lot in there though. Like I said, Tommy shoots a ton of that stuff when he shoots."

"Oh shit, is this going to be one of those nonstop sex days? God, I hope not. I can't come as much as I used to be able to."

Andrea said, "That's okay, Bruce, if you want, I'll get my strap-on and fuck you for a while. That should get you going."

"Stop, stop, Andrea. I'm a flaming queer that loves dick. I love to suck it, be fucked by it and to fuck with it. I don't need some pussy to use a fake one on me."

I wanted to change the subject, so I suggested, "Check your e-mail, Bruce, to see what the Lord and Master has for me today."

Zena had slipped on her panties and had re-arranged herself to be presentable. Bruce hit print, and did it again. He handed Zena a one-page note, and then he handed me two pages. Zena and I left Bruce's office reading our message and directives. Zena walked past her office, continuing with me to mine. She said, "Let's get some coffee and talk about today."

We were back in my office when Zena said, "We're going over to the Belcher Building to check on the new tenant, then we are having lunch with some zoning committee people from the county. According to what my note says, it's to meet them only. No business."

I nodded that my note was the same.

"How come you have two pages?"

"One is how to act around your Mom and Dad. It's really detailed. He apologized for being a day late with how to keep her happy. I think he'll be happy with how we handled the situation."

Zena finished reading the page and said, "Wait till he finds out you fucked mom when it happens. He'll go nuts. He'll love it, as Dad always acts so jealous. He's really not, since I know those two fuck up a storm with their buddies at home. Bee's going to make his day, though. It's cool she's such a slut and loves to fuck. It's handy to have a girlfriend like that."

"Okay, let's go make a courtesy call," I said, standing to leave.

My phone rang.

"Hello, Tom Parks, may I help you?"

"Mrs. Parks here, Tommy, and yes you can help me. Are your future in laws still out at your cabin?"

"Yes Ma'am, they are, they are staying the entire week."

I hit the speaker button and Zena shut my door.

"Oh goody, Lee's going to take the rest of the week off so we can go out and enjoy the park and visit with them. Do you know if there's still a guest fee for members and residents?"

"I'll find out, Mom, but it's nothing to worry about. I'm sure it's something I can handle. We'll call out there and tell them you're coming. They're planning to stay and enjoy themselves. You four can plan to do some stuff together. You have my cell number right?"

"Yep, got it right here and in my cell phone."

"If either you or Dad needs me, call me on it as I'm going to be out of the office today. We'll see you this evening."

She wanted to keep talking, "You know your father just about went nuts seeing the twin Zenas and then your roommate come in. He was so excited over Bee that he wore me out last night. He knows her from Dana, but he saw her in the buff yesterday and drooled all over himself. Zena's dad ain't too bad either. Perhaps I'll let your dad have some of Bee so I can have a little of him."

"Mom, too much information, stop."

"Well, you've taken your aunt's place. She and I used to talk sex all the time. You're it now, or maybe I'll just buddy up to your gorgeous Zena and talk sex with her. I think I'd like to get up close and personal with that one and Bee too. Whew, what a pair."

"Stop it. You're terrible."

"What's the matter, Stud, am I giving you a hardon. I saw your thing lift up when I came into the room. Thanks, I needed that. You know how to show your mom a compliment."

"I'm hanging up, Mom."

"I'll see you this evening, Tommy, have a good day."

I hung up, staring at the phone. I exclaimed, "What's gotten into her. She shouldn't talk to me, her son, like that."

Zena had been holding back her laugh and said, "Thank you for letting me listen in on that. It really makes me feel good to know your Mom is as bad as mine is. I guess Bee's going to be busy with our dads."

I quickly called Mr. Franks. He answered and I told him who was calling and asked, "My mom asked if there was still a guest fee for the park. If there is I need to fork over a bunch. I've had a lot of guests out there."

"First, Tommy," Mr. Franks answered, "There is still a guest fee. Second, Tom, because of the endowment your aunt left the park there will never be a guest fee for anyone you have visiting. There will be for your cabins and the bed and breakfast guests, but never for your personal guests. That was part of my agreement with your aunt. I forgot to tell you that before. I was so worried you would be upset that we wouldn't let you come out, without a female accompanying you that I forgot. Do you know the rest of your aunt's will? Did you go to the reading?"

"I went to the reading that I was invited to, but the strange thing was that I was told I would know more later. I don't know when later is, so I'm not going to fret over it."

"I see, Tommy," Mr. Franks said. "I guess when the time comes, we'll all know, whenever that is."

"Thank you for the information, Mr. Franks, I'll talk to you later. By the way, I think my mom and dad are going to start coming back out."

"That will be wonderful, Tommy. Keep this up and you'll have your whole family out here. Just what your aunt always wanted."

Zena and I went to the Belcher Building and schmoozed the new tenant. He was very happy with his buildout and was pleased with the upgrades we had installed to make the place even more presentable.

From there, we headed back to our building and went up to the executive club. Since this was business, Zena and I had iced tea while the folks from the planning commission, the zoning commission, and the Mayor's office all discussed non-business topics. Because of the sunshine law, if we wanted to talk business, we would need a court reporter to keep a record.

It was my first time meeting all of these people. They were very cordial and happy that Bert was supporting the county in their efforts to manage growth and business construction.

When the lengthy lunch was over, we were invited to come witness the various board meetings, in order to learn and keep track of the business going on within the county.

I wrote notes as to dates, and used my blackberry to forward them to Bruce so he could keep me on track.

Zena and I went back to the office and found Bruce very happy. He said his favorite UPS man stopped in for lunch with him. Bruce smiled and said, "Lunch was delicious. I'm still sitting on some of it, and I let him leave with some of me too."

"You're so nasty, Bruce, but I'm glad you had a great lunch."

He smiled and said, "Andrea enjoyed herself too. She was able to coax a third load from the guy before he left. Can you imagine three loads in thirty minutes? I love it."

Zena asked, "Any new messages?"

"Just a telephone call, Bert said for both of you to be gone and go visit with Zena's folks. Oh, Bee called for you Zena; she wants you to call her on her cell. She sounded pretty upset."

We went to Zena's office where she called Bee, using her cell phone. She put it on speakerphone so I could hear. "Oh, Zena, I'm glad you got the message."

"What's the matter Bee?"

"I got fired. They terminated me on a morals clause in my employment contract."

"What did you do, proposition the owner's kid or something?"

"No way, I never mix business with pleasure. I changed my address to Tommy's and a person in the mailroom made note that the address was a nudist camp or park. HR called me in to tell me that I was in violation of the company's morals clause and said I had to either move today or be terminated. Before I could even answer, my boss came in with a box of my stuff and told me to give him my security pass and get out. He didn't want any cult nudist in his organization. Zena, I need this job. What can I do?"

"Don't worry, Bee, you have a job. As of tomorrow morning you work here. I'll go down to accounting and talk to them. Like I said, you have a job. I'll make sure it's for at least what you were making. Did they give you a severance? Anything in lieu of your unused sick days or vacation?"

"They said since I had violated the morals clause, that I wasn't due any severance. They said I would receive any unpaid salary within a month. They put it all in writing along with a copy of the contract I signed. The morals clause is pretty vague, but they sure used it."

"Don't worry, Bee. You are not out of a job. Go home, have a drink. Tom's folks are out there with mine, so you should be able to enjoy yourself till we get there. See you in a bit."

When Zena hung up, she was steaming. She called the company legal department and spoke to one of the attorneys, a Helen Mays. Zena gave her a quick synopsis of what had happened and asked her opinion. She put Helen on speakerphone and held a finger up to her lips.

Helen said, "There's no way a non-business legal and accepted lifestyle can be an offense against a morals clause. If she were screwing kids and was being prosecuted, sure, out the door, but not for being a nudist. Gay people can't be discriminated against. Just like you and I, Zena, no one can object to our lifestyle as long as we stay within the law and don't do anything offensive in public. Your friend has a hell of lawsuit. Tell her to call me and I'll set her up with some tough cookie lawyers. They'll make her a lot wealthier."

"Thanks, Helen, she is special to me."

"Hey Zena, what's this I hear you've moved in with some guy, and at a nudist camp or is that a naturist park? I also heard this guy of yours is responsible for your three buddies all deciding to enjoy prick on occasion now. What kind of lez are you anyway?"

Helen was laughing, "Sometimes gals just have to have a stiff one, don't they, Zena? A warm body attached to it helps. Wanna share your guy? He sounds interesting."

"Sure, Helen, come out and visit with us. I'll make sure we both do you good before you go home. My girlfriend will help. You'll go nuts, Helen, Bee is gorgeous."

"Well, bring her to work so I can drool. Anyway, I have a hearing in an hour. I have to get. Talk to you later."

I was shaking my head and asked, "Is everyone in the world sex crazed? I didn't know there was this much sexy stuff or people talking about it until I met you. We've been on a non-stop sex merry-go-round."

"There is a lot of sex in life. Some people talk about it and some don't. I talk about it and know a lot of people who talk about it. You know people who talk about sex, too. You just didn't talk to them about it. They didn't want to offend you, so you were just not included in the conversations. Sex is important in life, Tommy. I like sex, you like sex, a lot of people like sex, so why not get together and enjoy it."

We went to accounting and spoke to a guy with half-glasses on his nose. He listened quietly to Zena and made some notes. He asked, "Can she start tomorrow, or is she going to be recuperating."

"She'll be here in the morning. I'm not sure how much experience she has, but I know she's a CPA. If she got that far, she should know her stuff."

"Bring her to me in the morning and I'll work with her to find out what she can do. We're short a couple of CPAs right now. If you know of any others, send them to me. We're about to begin our field audits and are going to be desperate and probably have to hire temps. That's really expensive."

We left the office feeling better about Bee's situation and headed home. Zena wanted to drive the Jeep and was having a great time. She said, "We have to build a garage so we can put this under cover along with Bee's and my cars at night. This thing is fun."

The folks were all gone, but Bee was sitting on the porch, having a beer. She was happy and didn't seem upset. She said, "You know, those assholes did me a favor. I thought I needed them so bad and took their bullshit every day. They are a bunch of religious zealots that make me sick. They were calling me a Jezebel, a whore, and all kinds of names before I could even get out of the office. I put up with their uptight bullshit for as long as I could; now I think I'm going to get a good job."

"You already have a good job. As a matter of fact, if you know anyone else that is a good CPA that works there, tell them to come join you. You are now employed as a CPA in our accounting department. You're going to be working your butt off though, as the senior accountant just said they are about to begin field audits."

Bee exclaimed, "Wow! That's so neat. I'm hired as a CPA and I'll be thrown right into the mix. Great, I'll be doing what I'm trained to do. That's really exciting. When do I start?"

"Tomorrow morning," Zena smiled.

"Oh shit, right into the fire, super."

Zena had taken her clothes off and handed them to me to take into the bedroom. I went to deposit them and to take mine off. When I got back, Bee was exclaiming, "That's so neat. I can even sue their ass for discrimination and improper use of contract language. I hope your Helen Mays gets me a good lawyer."

"Never fear, Bee, Honey, Helen is a bisexual gay who knows some pretty good and pretty nasty attorneys. She's really good at what she does, so you'll be able to count some extra change pretty soon."

Bee said, "So what's for supper, I'm starved."

I said, "There's a roast I could put in, but it would take about four hours since it's frozen. How about some salmon, I have a big bag of steaks that I can defrost, glaze, and bake. It won't take long, and I can put some delicious sweet creamy sauce on them."

Bee was feeling better and said, "Want me to help you get that sweet creamy sauce out?"

Zena said, "I'll be damned if I share it with my mom for dinner. She's got to work for her own. Hey, Bee, we figured out that you were going to do my dad while Tommy plays with mom. I'd love to help him turn her inside out. Then we're going to have you do Tommy's dad while I do his mom. What do you think, want to play?"

"Oh, Zena, that's so nasty. You helping your fiancée fuck your mother. I want pictures or to be there for seconds. Sure, I'll fuck both your dads, individually or both together. I'm just the slut for the job. God, I love you two, you're wonderful. Come over here, Tommy, and suck my tits while Zena sucks my pussy."

I scooped Bee up and carried her to our bedroom to lay her down. Zena wasted no time diving into Bee's crotch while I kissed her and played with her nipples and breasts. In no time at all, we had Bee crying out, feeling our love for her, and feeling the orgasms race through her. It only took about twenty minutes to totally destroy her. Zena and I left her napping. She probably needed some rest after her emotional day.

Zena and I went into the kitchen to get the fish out of the freezer and begin gathering the items to make a good meal. While we were doing the prep work, we were teasing each other and giving an occasional kiss, a tweak, a grip, or a tickle. Finally, Zena put her arms around my neck and pulled herself up me to grasp me with her legs around my back while kissing me.

I rested her butt on the counter while continuing to kiss her and play with her sensitive breasts. She reached between us and began rubbing my dick all over her juicy pussy. A couple of times she lodged the head of my dick just inside her lips, but I backed off so it would slide across her clit again.

"I don't know whether I'm going to be able to wait, Honey. My pussy is begging for you. You could put it in and fuck me right now. I'm all for it."

I took hold of my dick then and battered her clit and pussy until she was gripping me in orgasm. "Oh, Tommy, so good, so very, very good."

Zena hugged me to her to make me stop, as she shuddered through her orgasms. She pulled back and kissed me saying, "Now what can I do for you, Lover. Want a blowjob, want my ass, want to go fuck Bee?"

"I want some more kisses, then you and I are going to just cool off. I want to save it up and dump a gigantic load in you tonight to put us to sleep."

"You know we're sleeping on the couch tonight, don't you?" Zena was still hugging me around the neck.

"I sure do, but that isn't going to keep me from loving the lady in my life."

From behind us, I heard, "If she's the lady of your life what am I, the slut of your life?"

I reached back and pulled Bee into a hug with us and said, "Hardly, you are the other lady of my, or in my, life. You are an amazing duo that makes me crazy just thinking of you two."

That got me some kisses. Zena pulled Bee up to sit on the counter with her then pushed me between Zena's legs. She sloshed my hard knob through Bee's juicy pussy and lodged me in her opening. Zena pinched both of our butts at the same time, making us lunge toward each other. I was instantly balls deep. Bee said, "Oh, Zena, you knew what I needed. Oh, Tommy, you feel so good. It took Bee less than sixty seconds to reach her first orgasm. Two minutes to reach her second, and in a total of five minutes, she had come six times. My balls were swelling until I said, "Get ready, here it comes."

My first blast felt really full, and the next four felt equally as full. Finally, I could tell I was slowing down. Zena pulled me from Bee, getting a face full and finishing by licking the cum from the head of my dick. "Hmmm, good stuff." She pushed me away from Bee, and buried her face in Bee's soupy pussy."

When Zena finally rose, she turned to me and said, "We make such a very sexy trio. I'm so in love with both of you."

Bee pulled me to her and kissed me saying, "Thank you, Tommy. You show me you love me constantly, and Zena, she's over the top. You guys just love me to pieces."

The two got down from the counter and all three of us popped a beer. We were leaning back against the counter when three couples came in. the two moms and dads, and Jeff and Dana. Zena's mom was sniffing the air then reached down on Bee's thigh to rake up some cum that was drooling from her just fucked pussy. She sucked it into her mouth without letting anyone see her, turned Zena to her and did the mother thing. She began cleaning up her daughter's cum covered face.

My mom noticed and was looking at us with half-open eyes. She said, "I guess we took just long enough to get back. Have any more beer?"

I pointed at the fridge, because I couldn't move away from the three women. Mrs. Harper had a hold of my now once again hard dick while still fussing with her daughter's face. Bee was grinning and leaned into Zena's mom, "I'm going to take your hubby out for a walk so you can play with that thing. I think your daughter is going to hold you down while Tommy thumps you good."

A shudder went through Zena's mother's frame. She let go of me and moved so her butt was against me. She wiggled her delicious butt that resembled Zena's, though a little softer, until my dick was buried between her cheeks resting right on her brown eye. I was leaking pre-cum so hard that I was slipping into her bottom. She pushed hard, then pulled and stepped away, putting Zena between me and the rest of the people. Zena put her arms around me and hugged me. After a sweet kiss, she whispered, "I'm going to love fucking her. Both of us."

She let go and we sucked on some beer. I turned to the sink to begin doing something, anything to get my dick to go down. My mom came to the sink and was hip to hip with me while getting a glass of water. She got a hand full of icy cold water then bumped and grabbed hold of my dick. It wilted. She let go and smiled at me and said, "You can thank me later, I may have a special request."

Zena had heard and winked at me.

This was all too much. Now even my mother was being sex crazed. The next thing you know my sister is going to get that way.

I focused on supper, and we were soon having Caesar salads and some nice wine. We heard all about their day, with Dana and Jeff having joined the two couples about one. Jeff had nothing going on and asked Dana if she wanted to come out again. They had had a great day and even got a little sunburned. Dana had insisted on sunscreen, so it wasn't too bad.

The fish was awesome, if I do say so myself. Mr. Harper said, "You can cook for me anytime, Tommy. You're as good as Bert is. Honey, between Bert and Tommy we can visit down here and gain twenty pounds."

"I'll make sure we get enough exercise so that you won't gain an ounce."

Jeff even had a nice comment, "You know, coming out here is one of the most relaxing things I've ever done. Dana told me she used to be self-conscious coming out here, but has changed over the years. I can understand that, because I thought I would be that way. Today, I saw several guys I know that live out here with their wives and families. This is really nice."

Mr. Harper said, "We raised our two kids in this lifestyle and have never regretted it. Zena has grown into a beautiful self-confident young lady that is successful in business and a tough businesswoman. Our son is equally as self-confident and is an author. He lives out in San Francisco now and doesn't get home often. Perhaps he'll come visit you, Zena, if you called him."

After dinner, we served some drinks out on the porch, then came back in to wash the dishes. Dana and Mrs. Harper came to help and the work was done quickly. After supper, Dana and Jeff said they were going to head back to the city. Jeff had some reading to do yet this evening and wanted to spend the rest of the night with Dana. Dana was all for it.

Mom said Dad and her was going over to Sam Canon's house for a while. She wanted to visit with Mrs. Canon and Dad wanted to talk to him about possibly building a house.

After Mom and Dad left, Zena and Bee made and served Mr. and Mrs. Harper more drinks. Mr. Harper said to me, "You know, Tom, you can call me Mark, and I'm sure you can call Zena's mom, Zora. Her name means the dawn or something like that. Zora was just as nuts and named Zena her name. What do you think, Zo, is it okay if Tom calls you something less formal?

Mrs. Harper smiled and said, "Especially in this setting, Mark. This is so nice. We should have gone with Loraine and Lee and let the kids be."

Zena said, "It's so nice to have you around, Mom. I've missed you even though we talk a couple of times a week, I've still missed you."

I explained to the Harper's that we had a town meeting to attend. They decided to come with us. The five of us walked down to the recreation building for the town meeting that was scheduled. There was a pretty big group there that was excited about my proposed building and the new sewer system. The whole meeting didn't take thirty minutes as Sam and Mr. Franks convinced the other members to approve my plans.

While we were sitting back at the cabin enjoying ourselves, Mr. Harper made the comment that the lake sure did look pretty in the sunset. Bee agreed with him and said it really looked good down by the lake. The next thing you know the two of them was walking off to the lake. Bee looked back at us and winked then hugged Mark's arm to her.

Zena said, "Why don't we go in, Mom. It's getting chilly. We'll be more comfortable on the couch."

When I went in, Zena pushed me to sit right in the middle of the couch, and as her mother passed, she pushed her to sit close up next to me. Instead of sitting on the other side of me she sat down on the other side of her mother.

Zena was sitting with her front against her mother's back, hugging her. She was saying to her, "You remember that summer, mom, when we were out at camp and you were talking to Mr. Carmen. Mrs. Carmen was behind you just about like this. You didn't know it, but I was watching. She took your hand and just like this, she wrapped it around Mr. Carmen's big dick. I don't think it was as big as Tommy is getting right now, but it looked really big to me back then."

I could see the passion in Zora's eyes was rising fast. She now had both of her hands around my now very full, very rigid, dick.

"While you were holding him, Mrs. Carmen got down in front of him and did this." Zena got down in front of me, and holding Zora's hand, she took me into her mouth, sucking me, drawing out a glob of precum. She scooped it onto her finger and held it up to her mother's mouth. Zora's tongue came out to flick through it, then sucked the finger into her mouth.

Zora was squirming now, moving around as if she were sitting on something hot.

Zena took my free hand and lifted it to her mother's full breasts and gently squeezed it while flicking her nipple, teasing her a little more.

I looked at Zora, who was staring me in the eyes. I leaned into her and she met me more than halfway with a groan and a gasp. She let go of my dick to wrap her arms around me, pulling me on top of her. Zora's legs came up around me, pulling me into her.

My dick must have grown eyes; it found the mark and easily slid in, using the juices flowing from her pussy. All three of us groaned as I sunk balls deep in this mature pussy. Zora was like Zena; she was coming almost instantly. Her body was shivering and her pussy was quivering as she moaned, trying to pull me deeper into her.

Zena was playing with her mother's breasts and as I kissed Zora, Zena's mouth found a nipple and sucked. Zora lost it. Her pussy was flooding, squirting, and covering us with her juices. I was so excited that I began coming. Coming hard, shooting up into Zena's mother. Was this incest? Couldn't be, I wasn't related. Zora held me tight and said, "Oh yes, fill my pussy with your juice, fuck it in me, shoot it way up there."

I kissed her tenderly and she said, "You must think I'm a real slut. I wanted you. I wanted to fuck you as soon as we met and I want to fuck you some more. I fucked you even before my daughter fucked you. When you take her cherry, I want you to fuck me in the butt. You won't take my cherry there, but it will be symbolic. This is so nasty to lay here on your couch with your cum running down my leg. My daughter even helped make me cum and I really came hard. I squirted all over the place. I know what you three did and I approve. You sent Bee out to fuck Mark, and I'm sure she did. What man wouldn't? Hell, I'd like to fuck the little slut. You did all that just so Tommy could fuck me, how come?"

Zena said, "I can't yet, Mom. I wanted Tommy to fuck me, but if he can fuck you then it's almost the same as fucking me. Thank you, Mom, I love you for being a slut for me."

Zena pulled me from her mother and buried her face in her mother's soupy pussy. Zora's eyes got huge, so I leaned over and kissed her, pinching her breasts, helping Zena to make her mother come just a little more. Zora was soon lying back with her eyes closed, panting. Zena lifted up and kissed her mother then kissed me with passion that was really raw, powerful. I was instantly hard. Zena leaned over her mother and pulled me to her brown eye saying, "Fuck me, Tommy, hurry, bury yourself in me, make me cum."

Zena was open and juicy. Her mother's pussy juice was still on me and my cum lubed my way into her. We fucked strong and fast as Zora held Zena to her breast. I was soon coming, shooting my sperm deep into Zena's bottom."

As I began to wilt, Zena pulled from her mother and turned to kiss me. "Help me get her into the shower, Tommy. We all smell like sex. Turn on the fan and blow out the room. Light a candle or something."

I was able to get Zora and Zena into the shower. I left them to turn on the fan, light a candle then the Coup de Gras; I whipped up a box cake and stuck it in the oven. While I stood at the sink, I washed my dick, thinking that I needed a shower as well. I was mixing up some martinis when Zena and Zora came out of the shower. Zena said, "Hurry, take a shower. Good job out here, what are you baking? I said "a cake" then ran to the shower. I did a three-minute shower and dried off quickly.

Thinking ahead, I got out the bedclothes for the couch and pulled it out, stuffing the damp cushions under the bed. After making the bed with some extra pillows, Zora, Zena, and I were chatting and drinking a martini when Bee and Mark came in. Mark had a funny look on his face. Zora went up to him and kissed him, then sent him to the shower. As soon as the door closed, Zora pushed Bee back on the pull out bed and dove into her pussy. She sucked and licked until Bee was near screaming. Zora pulled back and said, "That's my guy's stuff. I get to have it back." She gave Bee a kiss that made Bee's nipples pop out stiff as nails.

Looking at Bee, Zora said, "My goodness you're just covered in his stuff."

Bee's face, as well as her neck and breasts had caked semen. The inside of her thighs was bruised or at least red from some rough treatment. Her pussy was still gaping and her thighs had dried cum on them too.

Bee said, "Your man did me good. I hope you got as good as I did. He was crazed."

Zora said, "We haven't had the opportunity for him to have any strange for a while. I'm sure he was more than ready."

Bee said, "You should be happy though, both times he was coming, he called for Zora my love, my love."

Zora said, "I'll be sure to reward him. Make sure you thank Tommy for me tonight. He made me squirt like I haven't in years. I loved it. His stuff is still running out of me, even though Zena sucked so much out and we even tried to douche me. Anyway, fuck him good, Bee."

Mark was out of the shower, and Bee was in and out quickly. Mom and Dad got back, both of them having a silly look on their faces. Mom was the give away though, as some creamy juice was running down her thigh. Zora saw it and wiped it up with a finger, then while looking my mom in the eye, sucked it into her mouth. Mom smiled real big and winked at her.

Mom and Dad took a shower, then we showed them the big bedroom. I took the cake from the oven and turned it over on a rack. Shortly I was able to ice the cake and served everyone a piece of warm chocolate cake with chocolate icing. The cake smell covered the sex smells very well.

Soon everyone was off to bed, mom and dad in the big bedroom, and Mark and Zora in the small bedroom.

Bee, Zena, and I were in the living room talking about the evening. Bee was on top of Zena, saying stuff like, "You sucked Tommy's stuff out of your mother's pussy. Was it exciting, was it really good?"

Zena said, "You don't know, I was so excited the whole time. I told my mother a story about watching her so many years ago. She got so excited she pulled Tommy into her before he could even kiss her. She fucked him senseless and he fucked her into squirting all over the place. The cushions are soaked, just like that thing that's dripping on me right now. Tommy, get behind this girl and fuck her. Let your dick push everything out of her then fill her with your magic love cream. Make her yours again, Honey, make Bee yours"

It was easy to slide into Bee's open so very wet pussy. Zena's Dad's built near my size, so he stretches a lady just like I do. Zena and I had Bee coming in seconds. Between my plunging and Zena's fingers and kisses, Bee was moaning and groaning like crazy. When Zena's hand found my balls, I filled Bee with my juices. She moaned, saying, "I love it, I love it, I love it." Then she said, "I love you two so much." Bee then sobbed her last gasp of pleasure.'

Zena pushed me off Bee's back and rolled her over to suck my essence from her. The sight of the beautiful Zena sucking the pussy of the beautiful Bee had me hard again. I got behind Zena and licked, kissed, and tongued her bottom. I had already fucked her, but with the use of a little slippery stuff that was in the bottle by the sofa bed, I slid deep into her, making her hump back to me and groaning. I fucked her slowly, deeply, until I felt a hand on my pucker and a voice in my ear. "Fuck her, fill her, put your juices deep inside my daughter. Fill her you wonderful stud."

Zora had come from the bedroom and was next to Zena and me while I was buried in her bottom. Zora was kissing both of us and prodding my butt hole as I neared another orgasm.

While I clenched my teeth and shot the sixth load of the day, Zora kissed her daughter. Both of them were watery-eyed as Zora rose and went back to the small bedroom.

Bee said, "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. God, I love you two so much."

We shared a kiss, and then they put me on my back and lay over me, hugging me with a head on each shoulder.

I actually lay there and thought about how my life was so full of sex and emotion lately. I couldn't even count how much sex I have had in the last few weeks. It was more than I ever had in college, and was probably coming close to being more than I had my entire life. Somehow, it was good though, as my two loves were resting on my shoulders. Just as I was about to slip into dreamland, both of them rose up and whispered to me, "I love you." Wow, stereo.

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Chapter 10



I was up early Thursday morning, made coffee, then slipped into the shower. I was washing my hair when hands came around me, playing with my growing hardness. I rinsed off and was going to turn but was kept facing forward as the hands tried to jack me off. I turned quickly to find Zora, eyes smoldering, with a pout on her lips. I turned her to lean against the wall and plunged into her. We fucked rapidly until her legs were giving out. I kissed her and put her out of the shower, handing her a towel. I went back to washing, and was again being held by a pair of hands. When I turned this time, it was Zena who softly said, "So my mother has already been in here and fucked you?"

I said, "I didn't give her a deposit, though. I'm saving it for my ladies."

Zena said, "I think Bee and I are both broke. If you're going to get any pussy, it's going to have to be my mom, your mom, Andrea, or maybe even Betty. I'll bet she would love some of you."

Zena asked, "So would it bother you, considering how we do it? Just touching my bottom makes my pussy almost squirt. There would be so much blood; someone would think there was a murder. Should I call my mom back in?"

"I'm fine. I have you to kiss. What more could I want?"

We finished and Bee went scampering into the shower. Zena put a giant Tampax box on the sink and we left.

Zora and my mom were making breakfast. Both were in a teasing mood. My mom said, "You three out here in the living room made too much noise. It totally wiped out your dad. Lee was bushed after just once."

Zora said, "Once with you, but how many times with Tina Canon?"

Mom said, in perfect innocence, "I really don't know. I was too busy sucking Sam back up after his first time."

The two moms were laughing. My mom said, "I saw you go out there when I know he was doing Zena. What did you do? I heard them both groan, then you went back to bed.'

"Why, Loraine, I just told the children they needed to be more quiet and helped them to get comfortable."

"Sure you did. What'd you do, stick a finger up his butt?"

"Holy shit, Mom, you two are terrible. My goodness, what else can you say?"

Mom looked at me, almost hurt, and said, "I could say that this woman got to fuck my little boy and I didn't even get to watch. I know it happened because I could smell it. I know what your stuff smells like. I cleaned up enough of it while you were growing up. I know it's silly but I'm just a little jealous."

Zena went over and kissed my Mom and held her. "I was just as jealous that he could do so much stuff with other girls, but not with me. Then we found a way, a very nice way that makes me come and come. Whatever you want from him, I will help you get. I'll make sure he gives his mother everything she could ever want."

"We shouldn't, that would be a last barrier or something like that. Thank you, Zena, but I think I will have to live the experience through Zora."

Zena winked at me, then at Bee, letting us know she had a plan.

We left for the office after breakfast. We took Zena's car today and since it was Bee's first day, we thought she should take her car. She might get out late or something.

At the office, we took Bee straight to accounting, finding her boss already at his desk. We introduced them and Bee handed him a stack of papers with her CPA certification on top. He looked through them and handed them back. He said, "HR will come by today and have you fill out all their junk. I want you to pull up a chair so we can go over how I work and our accounting structure. You won't get your hands dirty for a couple of days, but when you do, you're going to be asshole and elbows into it."

We all laughed and Bee said, "That was refreshing. At least you didn't make us say a prayer before we started."

"Fuck the prayer, God gave us brains so we could do this job. Let me explain."

Zena and I went up to find Bruce just getting in. He said, "Please go get me coffee and I'll have your directives pulled by the time you get back."

I went for coffee, meeting Andrea. She was smiling today and said her mistress was very happy with her lately. Since she had brought me home, her mistress had been unusually happy, and that made her happy. We carried the coffee back to Bruce's office to find Zena and I both had some pretty good lists.

My work was to be found down in engineering. I was to pull a couple of build-outs and go over them and get them out to the field. The rest of the stuff was all research. Zena was busily setting up a couple of meetings and said she would be out of the office most of the day. She said for me to either ride home with Bee or go to The Office and visit with the girls.

The day flashed by, later finding me at The Office with Bee and the other girls. They were cutting up and being obnoxious tonight. They wanted to take me to the P club, but I knew all about the abuse guys took there. When my cell phone rang, it was Zena. She said she was closer to home than The Office so she told me to have Bee bring me home.

Bee and I were home in a few minutes. We came in the door to the smell of a roast in the oven. I thanked the moms for cooking and got a good hug and kiss from Zena. She gave Bee an equal one before the two headed to the bedroom to undress. I casually began stripping and ended up at the bedroom door, watching my two beauties. Both were in deep discussion about their menses, making faces and not noticing me when Zena said, "I hate periods. They're so messy. It's going to be so cool to be pregnant. Nine months of no periods."

Pregnant! Babies! No periods! Clang, clang. The alarms were going off.

I put my clothes into the closet, receiving some more hugs in the process. Bee said, "Your girlfriend is talking about "pg" stuff already, and you haven't even fucked her. She's getting the cart before the horse, don't you think?"'

Smiling at the pair while trying to form an intelligent response, as I hung up my tie, I said, "You know a baby is something I had never considered before. The more my imagination sees us with a baby, the more serene the vision becomes."

Thinking that I could throw a wrench into this fantasy fiesta, I speculated, "I see two babies. I see the two of you holding little bundles, nursing them with big smiles on your faces."

That was not an intelligent thing to say. I was attacked. I mean both women tackled me, knocking me to the big bed, covering me with their now natural bodies, smothering mine. Kisses were being rained over me by both of them so fast that I could barely get a breath. Both women were tugging at my rising dick, trying to get it to do something. The way they were both trying to get at it, they were going to end up with two small pieces of flesh.

"My, oh my, such enthusiasm for what used to be my quiet, serious son," came from the door of the big bedroom.

With passion slanted eyes, both girls looked up from me to my mother, who was standing there with hands on her cocked hips. The girls just smiled at her, with Bee making the comment. "Your kid just made a comment that sounded like an offer to me and Zena. We're just letting him know we like the idea."

"I think I heard part of the conversation, but don't you think you three should do a little more preparation before you get serious about making one or two of those little bundles of joy?"

Zena lay on her back, trying to get her breath with watery eyes and said, "That was the strangest emotion I've ever felt. One second, Bee and I are bitching about having our periods, and the next, my insides are turning upside down wanting to feel life inside me. Tommy said the sweetest thing he could ever have said. He said he saw both of us with his babies, he kept us all together in his future."

Mom said, "You guys have a ways to go before you start talking about babies. Find out if you really want to be together for life, or even next year or next month. Come on out of there, Tommy, let me talk to these two a minute."

I escaped to the kitchen where Dana and Zora were finishing up making supper. The table was set and the wine poured in glasses on the table. Dana handed me a drink of some unknown variety and said, "Go visit with Mark, Jeff, and dad for a few minutes. We'll call you for supper."

The three guys were talking about fishing. Dad was telling them that one of the men out here at the park, Mr. Williams, was one of the best guides in the area. He fished a lot out in the lake as well as guiding fishing expeditions in his boat out in the gulf. Dad said that mom really enjoyed fishing and he was hoping to do some fishing tomorrow. The two men were making plans when Zena came and gave me a kiss saying supper was ready.

As we were walking back in the house, Bee joined Zena and me, saying to us, "Your Mom's right, Zena and I were jumping the gun a little. We're just sort of nuts from having our periods. We both love you lots, Tommy, but we do have to find out if we can live together."

Zena said to me, "I already know you and I can live together, but we do have to find out about the three of us together."

Supper was excellent. The moms had prepared a great feast for us. By the time we pushed back from the table, we all had a smile on our faces while rubbing our full bellies.

Zena, Bee, and I volunteered to clean up, so we began making quick work of the table, counter, and stove. While we were washing the dishes, Dana and Jeff said they needed to head back early. As my sister and her boyfriend left, dad and Mark said they were going over to see Mr. Williams about fishing.

I got my notebook and measuring tape out and had Zena help me measure for the screens. I was trying to figure whether to use aluminum or to just build them out of wood. Mom and Zora were sitting on the porch, and both said that aluminum would be less upkeep and I wouldn't have to paint it.

While we were measuring, I had to stand on the railing to hold the tape up to the edge of the roof. Mom and Zora came over to hold me steady and make sure I didn't fall.

While I was standing on the rail, Zora's face was even with my dick and she reached out with her tongue and gave it a swipe. I said, "Hey, careful with that thing or it will overbalance me. Zora was grinning up at me, licking her lips. It was enough of a tease that my dick was filling fast."

A hand reached out and grasped my nearly full dick stroking it into its maximum size. My mother's voice said, "Yep, he's a chip off the old block. He's a little longer than Lee and I swear this thing is even thicker than his dad's."

While she was stroking, Zora opened her mouth and was trying to do the sword-swallowing trick, but I was too thick to fit into her throat. Mom said, "You have to sneak up on these fat guys to swallow them. Let me show you."

"Come on you two, let me get down before I fall and break something."

Zena and Bee pulled me down and pushed me onto one of the loungers. Bee said, "Show us, Loraine, I don't believe anyone can swallow that thing."

I really didn't want to go along with this and said, "Mom, show them how you do it on Dad, you shouldn't use me as a demonstration tool."

Zora leaned over me and said, "Shut up and enjoy. Your mom wants to show us and we want to watch. Do I need to sit on that mouth or are you going to be quiet."

Mom was grinning as she gripped my dick and began licking the head and shaft, slicking it up with her saliva. She bobbed down on me a couple of times, running the head of my dick to the entrance of her throat a couple of times. She really knew how to give that thing some intense pleasure.

She sort of half turned so her hip was up by my shoulder with her face in my lap. She rose up and said, "You have to get the proper alignment to get one of these big ones down."

She began getting me slicker and slicker, hitting the entrance to her throat over and over until she stopped; my dick was pushing at the entrance to her throat, gradually pushing it open. Then with a forceful push, her lips went down to my pubic hair while her throat was making swallowing motions. It was an intense feeling.

She held me in her like that for almost a minute, then rose up sucking and licking the head of my dick. Again, she rose off me and said, "Lower the back of this thing to level so I can get a better position."

When the lounger back was lowered to level, my mother, really, my real genuine mother put her knees on both sides of my head while continuing to suck me. Just as she dropped her head again, taking me completely into her throat, she dropped her hips, placing her very fragrant, very wet pussy on my lips.

I just closed my eyes and licked. I kissed all around the lips of her pussy and licked from her brown eye all the way to her clit. I could feel her shudder and could also feel her increase her swallowing. As she increased the speed of her taking me completely into her throat and pulling back off, I increased the speed of pushing my tongue up into her.

I reached up and slid a finger into her to bring some more pleasure, then after licking and wetting more fingers, I began putting a finger in her pussy to rub her special spot and another finger in her butt. This made her pull off and groan before clamping her mouth back on me and sucking.

Something clicked in my lust-crazed head. 'Hey dummy, you're sucking your mother's pussy while she's blowing you.'

That did it, cum began shooting from my dick in such force it was coming out of her nose. She couldn't get away from me as my dick was neatly lodged in her mouth. When she rose off me, she got a big squirt all over her face and breasts, and went right back down on me. Her body was shaking and her pussy was gushing juices. She kept right on sucking me, draining me, and swallowing my dick again as I shot deep in her throat.

She stopped and pulled off saying, "Aren't you going to get soft? I just sucked a gallon of that stuff out of you and you're still hard, did I not get enough?"

Zena began licking my mother's face. Bee joined her as mom sat back on my mouth, suffocating me with her juicy pussy. She shivered and sat up turning around to sit on my stomach. As she began to sit back down, Zora was holding my dick and pulled mom back a little, so that she sat down spearing her pussy with my fat dick.

"Oh yeah, this is my treat. You little fucker, you fucked your girlfriend's mother and didn't even give me a tumble. It's my turn now. I love your fat dick. It feels like your dad's, but is banging really deep in me."

I must have looked scared, shocked, or something, as Zena leaned over me and said, "I love you, love Loraine, love your mom. This is so beautiful, it's making me cry."

Mom was raising and lowering herself and buried me to the max each time she came down. She was moving very rapidly, gasping and groaning her excitement. Bee was behind her, caressing her, and Zora was sucking on her nipples. I was lying there, watching my mother's face that reflected the ecstasy she was experiencing. Mom was nearly hyperventilating when I felt a hand squeezing my balls. I could see Bee, between Zena's kisses, grinning as she stimulated me. A finger began worming its way into my butt as mom was getting louder and louder. The strangeness and excitement of the situation was making me come.

"Mom, Mom, I'm going to come, pull off, please, I'm going to cum."

She looked down at me over Zena's head and leaned down to give me a very un-motherly kiss. My juices began shooting up into her. Shot after shot, making her come that much more. "Oh so warm, so squishy, I have your cum in my tummy and in my pussy. That is so nice. You've made your mother come so very, very hard. So good."

As Mom pulled off me, Zora locked her lips on my sloppy dick that should have been wilting. Zena and Bee actually lifted my mom off me, putting her on another lounger before attacking her very soupy pussy.

Zora was voracious. She couldn't swallow me but was sucking and licking and teasing the head of my dick so well it didn't even begin to get limber. She reached up and kissed me, saying, "You're going to have to fuck me now. You won't be getting any tonight, so you had better use this wet pussy I have for another good fuck."

Zora pushed me aside and lay on her back. She maneuvered under me and quickly had me sliding into her wet pussy. It took a dozen strokes to be fully seated in her, and she was coming by the time I was hitting bottom. While we were fucking, Zena came over to me. She kissed me on the cheek and lips. She said, "This is so sexy. I love it that you're fucking my mom, so sexy."

While I was pushing full strokes into Zora, someone came up behind me and pulled my cheeks apart to lick my brown eye. Every time I would pull back, a tongue would plunge into me, making my stomach twinge and my balls contract. Zora was getting loud and the lounger was soaked. The tongue was replaced with a finger, and whoever was doing it made me contract and come one more time. I squirted four or five decent loads into Zora, or at least what felt like four or five decent loads.

This time, I collapsed onto her, reveling in the softness of her slightly larger breasts cushioning my chest. Zena was kissing me, "Thank you, Tommy, thank you for this. My mom is fucking you for me. You put your stuff way up in her like you're going to do to me one of these days."

I pushed myself up, and as I pulled free of Zora, my mom said, "I should be jealous. You were able to make his dick get soft. You did something special to him."

Looking at my mother I said, "You know I'll never me able to look at you again without feeling your throat around my dick coming in your mouth. I'll never forget looking up at you as you were on top of me, fucking me. That was almost too intense. I didn't want this to happen, but now that it did, it will be a memory that will stay with me forever."

My mom gave me one of patented crooked smiles, "Who said this will be only a memory? I might want to do this all over again, often. Who says we can't have seconds?"

Zora said, "I love Tommy's wide dick. We need to get our hubbies to play Loraine. I want to feel Lee, too. You'll love the way Mark eats pussy. The man just loves the taste of pussy."

Zena was pulling her mother up saying, "Go take a shower. Loraine, go with her. You both need one. Loraine, you have cum stains all over your face."

"Isn't that where they are supposed to be?" My mother asked laughing.

The two women went off to the shower while my two ladies snuggled down on top of me. Bee said, "Zena, your mother soaked this lounger pad. Good thing it's washable."

Zena said, "I didn't know she did that. That is really something. I get slushy when Tommy's doing it to me, but I don't squirt."

Bee said, "Yet, you don't do it yet. When you start fucking your lover here, you might be squirting all over the place. We better be on the lookout for some mattress protectors and pads."

Soon, Mom and Zora were back out. Zena and Bee took me into the shower and washed me lovingly. Even though this tub and shower were oversized, I needed to make sure the shower in the addition was exceptionally large. Back to the drawing table for that bit of an extra."

The ladies and I were out on the porch, with drinks in hand, when Mr. and Mrs. Williams, along with June and Gerald, came back with dad and Mark. Mr. Williams had a bunch of papers in his hand and was waving them at me.

"I have a land contract and some documentation for you. Here are two appraisals, by different independent appraisers, plus information on three other five-acre tracts that are for sale in the area. Here, look at these, Tommy."

Mr. Williams laid everything out on the table. Zena and Bee got everyone drinks and brought me a fresh martini, knowing the gin would settle me right down. Mr. Williams added, "Since you're going to pay for getting the sewer and gas all the way to the lots, I've added what I thought would be about the right amount to the selling price of each lot. See this number? What do you think? Think it's fair?"

If I had not just been sucked and fucked along with two big drinks, I would have been in a state of shock over the number. I took a deep breath and said, "If you think this is fair, it's fine with me."

June jumped in my lap kissing me, "Oh thank you, thank you, Tommy. Gerald and I are so excited. We're going to be your neighbors."

Gerald said, "Um, June, you might want to watch how you sit on his lap, you might get a surprise."

"That'll be just fine, Gerald, I really want to thank him anyway."

My dick was very happy. Although June is an exciting woman, my dick remained tranquil. She got up, and Mr. Williams shook my hand vigorously. Mrs. Williams came over and gave me a hug and a sweet kiss. The hug was the problem; her big breasts had swung into my face. The visual of her and the softness of her breasts as she dragged them across my face, were too much. My dick was thickening up quickly.

June noticed and said, "Now that's not fair. I sit right on his naked lap and got nothing. My mother gives him a little peck and a hug and he's getting a boner. Not fair."

The joke made my dick go back down, and everyone got a laugh at my expense.

Mr. Williams said, "Sign here, and here. Gerald you have to witness mine and I'll witness yours. We'll have Franks notarize them. Here, Tommy, here's the payment in full for the two lots."

Mrs. Franks told her husband, "Tell him about George and Ann."

"Oh yeah, Tommy, George and Ann Solo would like to buy one of your lots. Lee said he wants to buy one and he says your sister is thinking about a lot. You'll be sold out and have a bunch of neighbors."

I stared at the check. The only unknown was the cost of the sewer and gas line, but the amount of the check in my hand would easily cover the two additions and at least three of the cabins. It was time to get the show on the road.

Dad noticed my notepad and asked what the dimensions were for. I told him that it was so I could screen the porch in. I wanted it done before the mosquito season began. He said he would call around in the morning to get some bids for aluminum.

"I was thinking of doing it myself, Dad."

"Don't be silly, a contractor will have it done in a day and it will cost you about the same as if you went to Home Depot and bought the materials. Contractors get a better price."

Mark and Mr. Williams agreed, so I figured there goes some of the check in my hot little hands. But then, I don't have to pay rent this month, so I would probably have enough to pay for it anyway.

The Williams, with June and Gerald, all left and we went into the cabin to have some dessert. We had some banana custard pudding that was in the fridge, satisfying everyone's sweet tooth.

The folks all used the bathroom and settled into bed. My ladies and I snuggled onto the pullout, relaxing together. While we were lying quietly, giving and getting some gentle kisses, we began to hear some activity in both bedrooms. The natives were restless. The girls began giggling and tickling me. Zena was holding my dick, gently stroking it.

"Do you want me to suck it like your mother did?"

"I'm very comfortable, Lover. I came three times out there. That should be enough."

Zena said, "Your mom says your dad is just like you. He seems to be able to keep coming and coming. She said he's usually hard again in minutes. You don't even go soft. You just keep right on chugging."

Bee kissed me and was caressing one of Zena's breasts, "I've fucked a lot of guys, but never one who stayed hard for his third. Lots of guys can do two in a row, but not three. You're just a stud, Tommy."

Zena giggled, "Isn't it nice Bee. We have our own personal boy toy."

We were drifting off to sleep to the moans and sounds of our parents making love.

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Chapter 11



Saturday mornings are always nice. When you wake up, you don't remember it's Saturday at first and think, 'gotta get up, gotta get goin', then the dawning. Ever so slowly, you remember that today is Saturday, I don't have to go to work. I don't have to get up. Ah, back to sleep for a few more minutes.

Too late, the mind's working. The body is functioning and wants to offload which, in turn, requires a drink of water, the desire for coffee, the desire for food shortly afterward, and the day has begun. Saturday or no Saturday, you can't just roll over and go back to sleep. At least, I can't.

After peeing, getting a drink of water, and starting the coffee, I walked out on the front porch to enjoy the morning birds as they flitted here and there, searching for food, building nests, looking for a mate. I walked down to the pool and dove in, swimming several laps before getting back out. I let the morning sun dry me off as I walked back to the cabin. I could hear the sewer construction people near the entrance to the park and knew they would be down this way the coming week.

Inside, the couch was folded up and Zena and Bee had disappeared. There was two half full mugs of coffee on the counter, and looking out the back, I noticed the Jeep was gone. I had just poured a mug of coffee when the Jeep came roaring up to the back of the cabin. The two girls were dressed in shorts and tank tops, carrying a large box labeled "Dunkin' Donuts."

They came through the door, saying quietly, "Surprise, we brought you a treat."

Bee said, "Your sister and Jeff should be here any minute. He wants to get in the fishing tournament out here today, so the two of them will be here shortly."

I received kisses and hugs from my lovers between bites of donuts taken by the three of us.

Mark and dad came into the kitchen looking for coffee, and hungrily eyeing the donuts. They said they were going to get into the tournament today too. They had purchased some fishing gear and were prepared to show the other entrants how to fish.

I said, "If Dana goes with Jeff today, no else has a chance. Dana is the luckiest person in the world with a fishing pole in her hand. While you're dragging up a turtle, she'll be dragging up a big bass."

Mark looked questioningly at dad and dad just nodded in agreement.

Dana and Jeff pulled up, with Dana hopping out of the car already nude. Jeff kept pulling off clothes until he was also nude, except for his sandals. When they walked in the door, Dana had a visor on her head and said, "We're ready to take first prize, what are you guys even thinking about? You know I'll catch the biggest fish."

Mom and Zora came in the kitchen and finished the coffeepot, requiring a fresh one to be made. I started some sausage and began busting up eggs for some scrambled eggs. Bee and Zena made up a bunch of biscuits and Mom said she would make gravy. Soon the donuts had a real breakfast to accompany them.

At quarter to eight, we all walked down to the docks by the lake. There was a huge turnout from all over the park. Mr. Williams was standing up on a barrel with a powered megaphone, giving instructions. Each pair of fisherman or fisherwomen would have a boat, their gear, only worms for live bait, and what could be gathered on the water. There was a four hour time limit and all boats had to be back and the catches checked in my twelve noon.

All of the camp's canoes and small flat bottom boats were lined up on the shore, so each pair of contestants could stand next to their selected craft.

Mr. Williams waved me over to him and said, "How about you helping me officiate this mess? You take the runabout and go out into the lake with the lifesaving gear. When you see someone capsize, go help them get righted and back in their boat. Zena, Bee, you could help him if you two are good swimmers. Zena said she had her lifesaving stuff from Girl Scouts and the Red Cross. Bee said she did the lifesaving classes at the Y.

The three of us checked the gear in the runabout, cranked it up, and rode out to the middle of the lake and shut down to await the first folks that needed help. Another runabout came out to stop near us so we could divide up areas of responsibilities. Once we agreed on areas, we both moved to a more central spot in each of our areas. We put on the lightweight life guard vests that would help us stay buoyant in the event someone was trying to pull us under.

The air horn blew at exactly eight o'clock and there was a mass exodus from the beach. Several canoes flipped in the shallows by the shore but we weren't needed, as there were plenty of people to help them close in.

Our first customers of the day were close by. A tall guy was standing up in a canoe fishing, when he became over-balanced. Instead of just jumping out of the canoe so he could easily get back in, he grabbed the side and pulled the canoe over onto him. We heard his head bang the side of the boat and could see the panic of the woman with him. Zena powered the boat near the canoe and I jumped in to grab the guy. He wasn't wearing a lifejacket, so I had to hold him up. Bee appeared next to me and helped me get a jacket on the dazed fisherman.

The other passenger was floating, holding onto the boat so it wouldn't float away. Once we got the fisherman buoyant, we righted the canoe and helped the passenger into the boat. Getting the groggy fisherman into the boat was the most difficult. We pulled the canoe back to shore so the guy could have his head looked at.

There were a few more spills, but no more injuries. We had a young boy with a hook in his ear lobe. I cut off the barb and pulled the hook through. I put some medication on it and told him to keep it clean and with antiseptic on it.

Sure enough, when we went in at noon, Dana and Jeff were the winners. Dad and Mark came in sixth with a couple of nice bass, but Dana and Jeff had six bass, all over five pounds. Once again, Dana had the luckiest pole in the water.

We took the fish home and cleaned them, making up a bunch of fillets for a late lunch. Every one got a sandwich making the day's fishing expedition fun. Dana and Jeff were gloating, showing off their six-inch high trophy. We had a great day. The proceeds from the entrance fees were split fifty-fifty. Fifty percent went into the fish restocking fund and fifty percent went to the park welfare fund. When a family had hard times, there was money to help them through. Everyone in the park usually helped those who were having hard times, so we had a big welfare fund.

The hub of weekend activities was the big recreation center. The outdoor area had barbecue grills going all afternoon, selling chicken, ribs, and pork steaks. Several families were having a big yard sale, selling lots of outdoor equipment as they were in the process of relocating. The Girl Scouts were selling cookies. It's really cute to see a bunch of girls dressed only in their hats and sashes running around selling cookies. Several people had little booths where they sold little homemade jewelry items and other craft items. All in all, it was like any big flea market; folks standing around visiting, kids running back and forth chasing each other, older folks sitting in lawn chairs gossiping, and teenagers looking for the chance to slip away.

When we got back to the house about four, I noticed my cell phone had a message. Zena said she had one too and went to listen to it. Mine was from Bert. He said he was home, but wanted to know if he could come out this evening for a little while to visit and see his sister, Zora. Martin and Zora would be going home tomorrow. Their mini-vacation time was up and they had to go home to Atlanta.

Zena came back saying she had a call from Bert. We laughed as he had sent us both a message so we would be sure to get it. Zena called him to tell him to come on out. She gave him directions and called up to the gate to let them know he would be coming. She said it was funny, as he had asked what he should wear. She told him to wear decent sandals and a smile.

I looked at Bee and Zena and asked, "What do I fix for supper? Want something fancy or simple. Bee said, "If you make scaloppini, I'm for running in to get some veal. What else do you need for that?

I made up a short list and began pulling stuff from cabinets while Bee ran into the grocery store. She almost took off with just her purse and no clothes. She came into the cabin, with sheepish look, to get some shorts and a tank top on. How fast you get used to be being bare.

Bee, Zena, and her mom were out on the front porch having a big time discussion of something, while Dana and Jeff were taking a nap in the big bedroom. Dad and Mark were off talking to someone and mom was in the kitchen with me.

We had begun hitting the booze already and were having a good time. We were fixing some mixed veggies to go with the scaloppini that we were going to have over some angel hair pasta.

Bert pulled up and was the typical visitor and came through the kitchen door instead of going around front. He came in, happy to see me. I introduced him to mom. Bert told on himself quickly by saying, "I see where Tom gets his good looks from."

Mom wasn't even a little fazed. She asked, "Isn't he something. Have you been able to enjoy him in bed often? He is such a magnificent lover. I just can't get enough of his wonderful cock."

She got him. Bert was standing there with his mouth open at my mother's comment. I was blushing and Mom began laughing. Mom said, "If you're Zora's brother, you have to be able to take a joke. When you made the comment about Tom, I couldn't help myself."

I pointed toward the porch and said, "Zora and Zena are out there. I think they have just about wound down their conversation."

Bert went out to the front porch to be greeted by squeals from the two girls. They soon had him back in the house shedding his clothes. They came back to the kitchen to get some drinks and headed back out to the porch. Mom said, "Alone again. You and I could get into all kinds of mischief and never get caught. No one's around."

Soon, dad and Mark returned making enough noise to wake up Dana and Jeff. While the bunch was visiting, I made supper and Mom set the table. When I called everyone in for salads, they were surprised it was ready.

When the salads were done, I did the veal. I like to do it in a real hot skillet. It only takes a minute or so per side if the veal is thin. The seasonings, pounding the veal thin, and oil with garlic makes the meat. The sauce is just an extra-added attraction. I cooked the meat and Mom put the plates together to serve them.

The meal turned out perfect. Bert even commented on my spices for the veal. Mom was telling him of the artichoke hearts that Zora confirmed were the most decadent dish she had ever had. Bert said, "Tuesday, be there early so you can fix them. I'm not going anywhere until I have them."

Once the kitchen was cleaned up, Dana and Jeff headed home after a long day. They said they might come back out tomorrow to talk to Zena and me a while.

Bee wanted us to go see Penny, Connie, and that bunch, as they said they were going to have a little gathering later. Zena thought that since it was her mom's last night in town, she wanted to stay at the house with her parents and Bert.

Mom had overheard the conversation and said, "Why don't Lee and I go with you, Bee. I know most of those kids and probably changed most of their diapers. Bee said, "Let me call Penny to see what she says. That would be fun. Maybe Tommy could come."

I rolled my eyes thinking I should stay to visit with Zena. Bee called and soon mom, dad, and Bee were off to the gathering of the young couples.

The folks remaining had a great time visiting. Zena and her mom were really close. They sat together or with me between them the whole night. I felt like a real king every time the two of them would sit on each side of me. Bert and Mark had a surprisingly close relationship for in-laws, especially between a straight husband and a gay brother-in-law. They even took a long walk together while the two Zs were involved in another of their quiet discussions with their heads together.

Near midnight, Bert said his good-byes and that he would see them in Atlanta soon as he had some business up there. We were settling down with a nightcap when Bee, mom, and dad returned, all giddy from a little too much to drink. Zena put Bee and mom into the shower right away to clean them up from their fling. Dad had to be nudged to go take a shower afterwards, as he was falling asleep in a chair.

We pulled out the foldaway bed and made it up, putting Bee to bed. Zena and I put mom and dad to bed, having to convince mom that she didn't want anymore wild times tonight. The three were soon asleep while Mark, Zora, Zena, and I enjoyed a few last minutes of the quiet evening on the porch.

Sunday is totally different than Saturday. On Saturday you wake up early and get started before you can go back to bed. Sunday you just never get up, or at least you don't want to.

We were finally eating breakfast at ten. Zora, Zena, and I had gone down to the pool and swam some laps, while the others either nursed hangovers, or in the case of Mark, read the paper.

The day was all good-byes. Zora and Mark were going back to Atlanta, and mom and dad were going back to their home in a housing development. Mom and dad had insisted that they drop Zora and Mark off at the airport leaving Zena, Bee, and me alone. It was stone quiet around the place.

Zena was happy, yet contemplative about something. Bee was still hung over and feeling a little guilty for having taken off instead of hanging around the house.

I used the time to go to the back of the property to measure off some distances and to double check that I could build cabins all along the back of the lots where the cypress swamp was. I thought I might get the surveyor back out to stake out the cabins to give me a better idea of distances. The cabins needed to be in a row back there, but you wanted them to have some separation for privacy. It was difficult to get the right perspective yet.

When I came back to the house, Zena and Bee had cleaned up the whole house and were snuggled on the bed in the big bedroom. You could tell they had just made love and were languishing in their enjoyment stupor. Zena raised her finger and motioned for me to come to her.

She wanted me to lie down next to her and snuggle. She did snuggle up to me and said, "I love you, Baby. You have no idea. My mom thinks I'm nuts to put off making love to you the natural way, but I still have the wedding night dream. She wants us to have some kind of extravaganza of a wedding. She thinks we need to have the social register of Atlanta at our wedding, but I say that we should just have something very quiet, very private. There is no one in Atlanta that I want to celebrate my wedding with. I think my mom wants me to rub my good fortune of finding you in all the faces of the people who were nasty to me for so long."

"I have this problem, Honey. I want to marry you, but I want to marry Bee, as well. What do I do with her? I love her. I think you love her, too. I know she loves both of us. How can we do this so she doesn't feel like second fiddle? I want to marry you both. I want you to marry us both."

"Of course, if the little slut keeps going out and fucking the neighborhood on Saturday night, I might just make her a slave like Andrea. Your mom said Bee and her went through all the guys and all the girls. Bee said your mom was the wildest one there. All the people kept asking if you and your mom were doing anything and your mom just kept saying it had been her job to raise you to be a good lover, but not to teach you how to be one."

I asked, as I felt Zena was still holding back on something, "So what else did you and your mom disagree about?"

Zena took a deep breath and said, "This is kind of personal and you might think me weird."

"How could I do that, Baby, you and I have been able to talk about everything."

"I want to be with my dad. Mom says that would be too far out. I reminded her that you and your mom had established a fun relationship, but she said that your mom was different and was a free spirit like she was, but dad isn't. She thinks it would be very difficult on dad. I think he would jump at the chance to give me the loving a daughter has always wanted from her dad."

"I wanted to wake him up this morning, but mom stopped me as I was getting in the bed. She asked me what I would have done if he had just thrown me back and fucked me. I told her I thought I could have maneuvered him into my bottom, but she said he might not want that and just do me. I don't want him to just do me. I want him to make love to me and let me make love to him like you and I do each other."

"She says that if I have to have him, to wait until after our wedding night and then enjoy him. That's where we left it. I was angry and said that she shouldn't be messing with you if I couldn't have dad. She just said, so be it."

"Bert wasn't a help. He sided with mom, saying that dad was probably too delicate to have an affair with me. I told Bert I didn't want an affair, I just wanted him to make love to me and to fuck me the way I can do it."

I told Zena, "You're just going to have to wait until the right time, the right opportunity, and then just screw him silly. I'm sure he'll enjoy it and I know you will."

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," Zena said, snuggling into me, kissing me. "I love you, Tommy, when can we get married?"

"I don't know. We've known each other just a little over two weeks, do you think that's long enough time to get to know each other?"

"No," whispered Zena, "but I want to fuck you and I can't do that until our wedding night."

"Just hang on, something will come up to tell us when it's time. Let's get to know each other and figure out what to do about Bee."

We slept for an hour or so, then woke to take a walk in the early evening. On the way back to the cabin, it was decided we wanted pizza. We had a choice of ordering it and picking it up at the front gate, or to go out and get it. We decided to go to the tiny Italian pizzeria that was ten minutes away. They had the best Sicilian pizza around, plus they had a full liquor bar.

Shorts and a T-shirt for me, and short shorts and sexy tank tops for the girls. Off we roared in the Jeep for some pizza. The tiny place was reasonably peaceful tonight. Georgia, the woman who owned the place, was sitting lazily at the front. When we came in, she grabbed me and hugged me to her full Sicilian frame and said, "Where have you been, Tommy? You no see me for two months. I feed you two times a week for years and you stop no come to see me. Is this the reason or is this two reasons?"

Zena and Bee became instant buddies with Georgia. Within minutes, they were huddled together discussing the secrets of the world, while I ordered a pizza and obtained some drinks. I bought Georgia a big glass of her favorite wine and took it to her.

Georgia said, "For years, I have tried to take this man to my bed and he just say he loves me and sends me away. The world knows I am a good catch, a good Sicilian woman with a business that can take care of a man. Keep him in style. I'm young, probably not much older than him, but I no want babies till later, till the business can handle many employees."

"Now he brings in the pretty fluff who are getting what I always wanted. Oh, Tommy, you break my heart, but I am happy you have girlfriends now." Georgia lowered her voice and said, "You know he likes to go naked out at that park where his aunt used to live. One day he will invite me and I'll show him a naked Georgia that will really make him happy."

Zena said, "You can come out to the cabin and let Tommy fix you supper. Then, after you are full and happy, I promise Bee and I will make sure Tommy fulfills your every physical dream of him."

Georgia's eyes were half closed with the passion rising in her, "Take me now. You don't have to feed me, just have him make love to me. I think one time would release me from his spell."

While we were having our drinks and eating the pizza, Zena asked me, "Is she for real, does she really want you that bad?"

I answered, "She thinks so. Her little brother and sister, who she was raising back then, were almost kidnapped and taken by a sex offender or something. I was right out there," pointing outside the front of the restaurant, "when a van stopped by them and tried to snatch them. I drove my old car into the front of the van, ran around to the door, and yanked the two kids out. Somebody saw what was happening, what I had done, and called the cops. The guy went to jail for life. They think he may have kidnapped some other kids and possibly killed them, as they've never been heard from."

"The kids told Georgia, the witnesses told Georgia, and the cops told Georgia that I saved the two kids. Since that day, she thinks we are destined. Kind of wild isn't it. She has wanted to give me the restaurant, money, sex, free food, her little sister, just about anything. She's as sweet as can be, but she has a fixation about it."

Bee said, "I remember that, you were in high school then. The newspapers played it up, but you wouldn't do any TV interviews. Georgia did and so did the witnesses and police, but not you. Why not?"

"It was something I should have done and anyone else would have done. They were just kids being taken advantage of. The bad guy needed the publicity not me."

Zena said, "No wonder she's still nuts about you. We'll have her out one of these days and surprise you."

"Fine, just don't tell me in advance, that's all I need, a domineering Sicilian wife that wants to take care of me. I would have a leash about two inches long."

Before we left, I had them pack up a small tray of lasagna for tomorrow night's supper. We would be eating well tomorrow.

I gave Georgia a very sweet kiss before I left, as she kept telling me she loved me. With a final hug, I left her with tears in her eyes. Wow, some people can't take a hint.

Zena said, "See, you have lots of women begging for your company. Bee and I are lucky to have you. You know she was trying to find out what you were really like and if she could bribe us to leave you. We are glad you are ours."

Before bedtime, we heard from Zora that they had made it home safely. They sincerely thanked us for hosting them for the week. I think we all enjoyed their company and it did give me a chance to be around my mom and dad.

This night was a re-acquaintance between us. We made love together. I made love to Bee. Bee made love with Zena and finally, I made love with Zena. The odd person out assisted each grouping. We fell asleep in each other's arms.

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 12



The next couple of months were busy and interesting. Zena, Bee, and I all did some business traveling. The big deal though was the work on the house. The workers were very good and very gentle with the existing structure. They added onto the house in a way you could hardly tell it was an addition. The new bedrooms and the two new bathrooms would be welcome when lots of people were visiting.

As soon as the addition was complete, mom and dad, along with Dana and Jeff came out. The weekend was complete though, as Zena's girlfriends came. My Mom fell for little Joanie in a big way. She had Joanie in bed with my dad and her on Friday and Saturday nights, to Dana's amazement.

Betsy was having a great time teasing Jeff and my dad with her big bazooms. She rubbed those naked beauties on them every chance she got. I figured that any second, Jeff would just throw her down and do her wherever it might have been. Dana rewarded him for his resistance.

I'm not sure about dad. He can be sneaky if he wants. Betsy wouldn't tell, but mom had her suspicions.

Dana almost caught mom playing with me in the kitchen. She came through the back door just as she had me right on the edge of coming. The dumb thing wouldn't go down and Dana caught a good look at me. She said, "For crying out loud, do you have to show that thing off constantly? Just because you have a big one doesn't mean you have to advertise."

When the big addition was started, I began advertising within the park. I would need two to four people for housekeeping and one or two people to cook.

We interviewed several, and found six people to share the workload for now. My plan was to offer the small cabin folks the opportunity to eat with B&B users. I was possibly going to increase the kitchen offerings to include lunch and supper. If so, we would probably have to increase the staff even more.

Zena, Bee, and I were coming up on being together for six months. We were enjoying a peaceful Saturday morning on the porch. The B&B folks had been fed and the kitchen staff was preparing a small lunch, as we only had five units rented. The first two cabins were complete, but were just beginning to be rented.

As we were sitting in the glider together, I casually said to Zena, "What do you think about going up to Atlanta to see your mom and dad?"

Zena thought for a second and said with a question, "That would be nice, but why?"

Zena was on my right, so I picked up her left hand then slipped an engagement ring onto her finger. She held up her hand and gasped, then grabbed and held me. She said, "Yes, you wonderful man, yes."

She sat there a few minutes, then looked at me, and with one word she asked, "Bee?"

I held up my hand that still held another ring. Giant tears rolled down her face. "Oh Tommy, I love you so much. Who can I tell, I have to tell someone."

Call your mom, call your uncle, call your brother, and call your girlfriends.

She ran into the house and came back with Bee who had been lying down. She had not been feeling well lately, and her doctor couldn't find the problem.

She put Bee in the glider with me and left. Bee put her head on my shoulder and asked, "What's got Zena wound up?"

I was holding her left hand and gently slipped the ring on her finger. She did the same thing as Zena. She held her hand up, looking at the ring, and nearly leaped on me. She was hugging me, kissing me, telling me how she loved both of us. She got up and rushed in the house to share her excitement with Zena.

We had a nice dinner that evening, then shared our love with each other for a long while.

Monday, I was busy in my office and knew Zena was presenting a lease package to a prospective tenant in the conference room when my phone rang. It was someone from accounting. They only said, "Bee collapsed. She's fainted. We've called 911. Come down here quick."

I stopped to tell Bruce quickly and to have him tell Zena as soon as she was out of the conference room.

When I arrived in accounting, Bee was coming to. She said she was dizzy but didn't know what happened. She said she just blacked out.

The paramedics arrived, checking her vitals then suggesting she go to the hospital. We decided on University Community Hospital because of its size and how close it was.

Just as the paramedics were leaving with Bee, Zena came running into the room. She held Bee for a few seconds, then had to watch her being wheeled out.

We arrived at the emergency room almost simultaneously with the ambulance. We followed her progress through a couple of wards, but made sure her records were straight and that they had her company health insurance correct.

Her personal physician had arrived and was with several specialists. They decided to give her an MRI as it had been scheduled as a diagnostic tool for her anyway. When that was complete, they admitted Bee and took her to a room.

Zena was finally able to see her. Zena sat next to her holding her hand, leaning over to kiss her every few minutes. I was there with them. Bee had me come down to her and kiss her. She said softly to both of us, "Don't be sad. I love you both so much and feel your love. Something's wrong inside me that is bad. I don't know how to describe it or even tell you where it is. If something happens to me, just remember how much I love you."

Bee closed her eyes and slept. The same as she had been doing so much at home.

Two hours later, Bee's personal physician walked into the room with a solemn look. He motioned for the both of us to come with him. He took us into a small bare office with just a desk and a few chairs.

"The MRI revealed what Bee's problem is. I'm saddened to tell you that she has massive cancer throughout her brain and down her neck into her spine. I don't know how she is even alive right now. Normally, this kind of cancer is accompanied by severe pain, but she doesn't seem to be hurting and is doing okay so far."

"If that isn't bad enough, she is just eaten up with cancer in her stomach and intestines. We have no way to remove such massive growth."

"If you want me to, I can be the one to tell her or you can do that. To answer the question in your mind, the oncologists agree that if she lives a week that would be a long time. I'm sorry I couldn't find the problem earlier, but she has only been coming in to see me for about a month."

Zena had tears streaking down her face as the doctor said, "I'll have a representative from Hospice come by to see you. They help survivors as much as they help the patients."

Zena looked down at her left hand, clenched her fist, and then squeezed her eyes closed.

We went back into the room to sit with Bee a minute, then Zena said, "Let's get a cup of coffee and go to the bathroom. We'll be back in a few minutes."

In the cafeteria, Zena said, "I'm so glad you gave Bee her ring. She knows we are united forever now. Can you call the girls? I don't know whether her family cares or not, but I have their number in my purse. Let me get it out. You need to call work and let them know, and also call out to the park to let them know so they can pray for her."

"We have to be strong and upbeat for her. I don't think I'm going to tell her right away. I'm just going to keep telling her we love her. Oh Tommy, I love her so much. We are going to miss her so much. She has been a part of us for over six months now. Here, take my phone book and make the calls. I'm going back up. Come up as soon as you can. Help me to be strong Tommy, make me smile."

I kissed Zena and whispered, "I love you."

She hugged me, smiled, and left.

It took thirty minutes to call everyone. The girls were in a panic. Dana wanted to come immediately, but I convinced her to stop by later for a minute. The office was all upset, from accounting all the way up to Bert. Mr. Franks assured me he would pray for her and tell all of our friends. A person I needed to call, who needed to come to help was Zora. Before I called her, I called my mom. She was as shocked and saddened as anyone was. She had come to accept that her son was going to have two women. She said that Zora would want to be here with Zena, so I was to go ahead and call.

When I called Zora, I was getting pretty choked up. I was able to tell her the whole thing and then begged her to come. Please come to help Zena get through this. Zora said she would be on a plane this evening. She would call my mom to give her the itinerary.

Back up in the room, I sat next to Zena as she held Bee's hand. She said, "She hasn't been awake again. I hope she wakes so we can tell her we love her at least once more."

We sat there hugging each other watching the monitor over her bed. The heart rate and beat seemed steady but slow, very slow. When we touched Bee, the heart rate would go up a little. I went around to the other side of the bed and both of us held a hand and leaned down and kissed her. We said together, "We love you, Bee, we love you forever."

The monitor went spastic, but Bee's eyes opened. She smiled at us and said, "I love you both forever. Kiss me."

We both kissed her softly and then sat to hold her hands as her eyes closed again. Bee had a smile on her face as her heart rate became slower and slower, until it stopped. Zena and I were still holding her hands with tears running down our faces as the nurses came running in. They had wheeled in an emergency cart and were holding up paddles. I put my hand up to stop them and asked them, "Give us a few more minutes okay. We'll leave in a little while."

They pulled the curtain around us as Zena and I was still holding her hands. As we sat there, Zena reached over and took Bee's left hand and gently took the ring from her finger. She slid it onto her ring finger with her own. She looked down at the ring and smiled.

Zena stood and leaned over and kissed Bee's lips then said, "I love you Baby, we love you forever."

Zena looked at me and said, "Cover her, she's ours, we should do that."

I leaned down and kissed Bee's forehead then pulled the sheet up over her head. We both let out a big sigh then went out to the nurses' station. They directed us to the administrative offices.

There, we had to prove that I had power of attorney for Bee and that we were what family she had. I had them call the company's attorney so they could confirm the document. We had just recently done that, as cross documents, so we could act for each other. When we were asked about arrangements, I asked her if we could call her with our decision. She nodded and gave us some pamphlets and her card.

We walked out to a little atrium, where I made all those calls again to sadly inform everyone that Bee was gone. Mom asked me where we were going, and I said probably home. She said she would meet us out there. She also said dad would meet the plane and bring Zora. Dana wanted to come out as well. I told each of them that Zena and I probably needed some time alone together, but they insisted that they be nearby.

We had ridden in today in the Jeep. All three of us had been in a light-hearted mood this morning and thought the Jeep would keep us happy.

We rode home slowly and were passed through the gate without comment. Mom and Dana were both getting out of their cars as we pulled up. We went inside and Zena said, "I would like one of your killer martinis, please. How about fixing some snacks and we'll just munch?"

Zena and I did what we always did. We undressed and she came into the kitchen to be by me as I made the drinks and some snacks with cheeses, chips, dips, and veggies. Mom and Dana joined us in a martini, then the stories began. Dana told many funny stories and the one where Bee tried to explain how she had fallen in love with Zena and me. The way Dana told it, it was funny. We told story after story until dad pulled up outside with both Mark and Zora.

When they came in, Zena ran to her mom and held her, then the two of them went into a bedroom. Dad noted that mom and Dana were nude so he motioned for Mark to follow him and they went into a bedroom and stripped. When they returned, I cracked the second 1.75 bottle of gin for more martinis and made up some more snacks.

Zora soon came out and asked me to come with her. We went to our new big bedroom and she had Zena and I sit together. She asked us what kind of arrangements we wanted for Bee.

Zena looked at me and said, "I don't think I want anyone looking at her in a casket. I want to remember her exactly as she talked to us that last time. If we bury her, can we not have an open casket? You know she had more friends out here and at work than anywhere else. I think we should have a service out here."

Zora asked, "What do you think about cremation?"

I said, "Probably a good idea. If we want to keep her with us, we can, or we can scatter her out here where she was so happy."

Zena hugged me said, "That's so beautiful, Tommy. It shows how much you loved her too."

Zora said, "You should call the hospital, Tommy and call a funeral home to have the cremation done. You can schedule the service for out here this weekend."

I went out to the Jeep to get my cell phone and the administrator's card. I called her and told her of our decision and that I was calling a funeral home to take care of the procedure. She said it takes about three to six business days for paperwork to be completed. I asked her to provide me three notarized copies of the death certificate so the paperwork could go faster and nothing could get lost. She said she would have it for me in the morning.

One of the brochures she had given me was from a funeral home that did cremations, so I called and my call was forwarded to a funeral director. I told him where Bee was and that I would be by the funeral home to take care of the arrangements in the morning after getting the paperwork from the hospital. He discussed prices and such, and I said I would take care of it in the morning.

I called Mr. Franks to ask him if we could have a service for Bee out here like we did for my aunt. He said he would be happy to help us with it. I told him it would be Saturday. He said we should have it early in the day so afterward her day of remembrance could grow festive. I liked that.

I looked in on Zora and Zena. They were lying down, with Zora holding Zena who appeared to be asleep. She smiled at me and I returned the smile.

Dana and mom had decided we needed food and began making supper from what was in the fridge and freezer. Our friends began coming to the house. Some brought food, some desserts, some drinks, but couple after couple were coming by to see us. Bert and Bruce showed up with Veronica and Andrea. How do you explain them to anyone? The three girls showed up and eventually we were all fairly well toasted. There was no way anyone who had driven out here could leave, so the expanded house and the empty B&B rooms were put into service.

About three o'clock in the morning, Zena and I finally snuggled together, trying to sleep. I did sleep but woke at six-thirty. I had a bunch to do and wanted to make sure I had everything smoothed out so there wouldn't be any hang-ups.

I showered and dressed. Just before I left, I woke Zena to let her know that I was leaving and that she should call me when she woke up. I drove the Jeep straight to the hospital, got the paperwork, then drove to the office to get a couple of copies of the power of attorney from legal. They gave me the insurance claim form so I could file for the group life insurance. Next was the funeral home. There I had to be firm, as I wanted exactly what I wanted. I did splurge a little on a container, but it was a beautiful blue that Bee would have chosen. I made sure the funeral director had everything he needed to perform the cremation. He said he did and I had his assurance that it would be completed today and the remains ready in the morning.

I drove to Gerald's office and asked to see him. I asked him if he handled stuff like estates and he said he would for us. I outlined what was available, and showed him the insurance forms that listed me as the beneficiary, as well as having the power of attorney. We had all filed wills and I had a copy of that. Gerald said the process should be easy. He would file everything necessary to be filed and check to be sure that the funeral home filed the necessary documents.

I thanked Gerald sincerely and asked how his new home was. He smiled real big and told me quietly, our new home is going to have a new addition. June is expecting. That's why we were a little shy at the parties for so long. We wanted to make sure. I hugged him instead of shaking his hand. He wasn't surprised, as we were close friends.

I think everything that had to be done was done. I drove home wondering why Zena had not called. She was still asleep. A good reason. All the rest of the guests were gone except mom, Mark and Zora. Dad had gone to work, but said to call if I needed him.

I had to tell everyone that Bee was missing. I knew where Zena was, but I missed Bee. She was usually right there with us. They understood.

I kept the light jazz playing to relax me and was either out on the porch or helping the folks clean up the B&B rooms. The kitchen people said they had fed everyone in the house this morning as well. They said they could make up food for people that stopped by if I wanted. I had them make up a bunch of munchies for this evening, but that was all.

About noon, Zena woke up and came to sit in my lap. We held each other a while then she looked at her finger with the two rings and smiled. She got up and showered, when she came out she said, "Hungry, anything, feed me."

With Zena up and about, the mood became more jovial and happy. After working hours, folks began coming back again. This time we had plenty of snacks. We were able to have some good times, telling various stories of Bee. Our mood was lightening as we accepted that our Bee was gone.

We were not big photo people, but we did have quite a few. Our friends all brought their pictures with copies on CD's for us. We ended up with several hundred pictures of Bee that encompassed the first days out here through just this past week. The albums would be valuable to us forever.

Zora was going to stay through the weekend, but Martin needed to return to Atlanta. So the house became full of moms and Zora's friends. Dad pretty much stayed home and Dana didn't come out after Tuesday. Friday night Zena and I lay together quietly and she said, "Bee's been talking to me. I can't tell you how or why, but she has. She's still with us. She wants you to wear her little choker necklace. I'll get it out for you. She also wants you to drive her car for a while before you sell it. She thinks that will help her feel close to you. Like I said, Tommy, please don't think I'm totally nuts."

She rolled to me and kissed me, something we had not been doing much. "She says I have to kiss you more. I have to kiss you for her too. Darn, Tommy, this is so hard. We have to get married soon. She says it's important that we do. Bee told me that she couldn't be with me much longer, but to know she loves us both and will watch over us forever. Just like we told her, Tommy, we love her forever."

"You know, Bee was the first girl that I ever really fell in love with. It was at the same time I fell in love with you. I thought I was mixing things up and my love for her was making me only think I loved you, but you know what? Bee showed me how I loved you and how much you were in love with us, not just me, but us, Bee and me. That was a turning point in my life, Tommy, a big one. From that time forward, our goal was to marry you. Now only I can do it and we will very soon. Can we do it this month? We can just have Mr. Franks do the ceremony. I would like that. Find out for us will you?"

We went to sleep holding each other.

Saturday was anti-climactic. The service was very nice and many remembered Bee for us and told a short story. There was a lot of love there, which made us feel very good.

Back at the house, I unloaded a large box from the truck and brought it to the porch. I asked Zena that if we were going to have a marker for Bee, where would be put it. Zena smiled and said, "Right by that big oak. She loved to sit under it, reading a book. Why, do you have something in mind?"

I took the box down by the oak tree and opened it. I lifted the big metal marker out of the box and stood it in front of the oak tree. There were two stands to hold the marker up so I attached them and we stood back and looked at it.

BEE MILLER

WE LOVE YOU

FOREVER

That brought some tears between us. Zena thanked me profusely for having the marker made. She said it was perfect and in a perfect place.

The marker had a soothing effect on Zena. The days after we set it, Zena had some closure and was able to work through her loss. Our love for each other came back to the surface, with us physically sharing more and more.

After having set the remembrance marker, I asked Zena, "Let's walk down to see Mr. Franks and ask him when is going to be a good day for us to get married. You need to ask your mom and dad too."

We set a date for the last Saturday of the month, two weeks from today. Zora was energized, making up the list of things to be done, along with my mom.

By Monday, we had the invitations mailed out, with a notation that presents were not required or requested. We wanted our friends, not their presents. Zora and mom took Zena to a bridal shop to get her a veil. Zena had chosen her bridesmaids, her three girl friends, and June as her matron of honor. The other ladies were to be usherettes.

My best man selection was a tough one. I would have had Gerald, or Sam, but I chose Bert. He had been a great friend these last six months, and had been very supportive of Zena and me throughout our living together.

The week before the wedding, Zena and I had returned to our happy and playful fucking like bunnies period, making love in the morning, catching quickies at work when we could, and almost non-stop playing once back home. Mom and Zora caught us almost daily as I was gliding back and forth, buried deep in Zena's butt. I'm surprised her bottom stood up to the strain. She claims to have swallowed several gallons of cum during this time. At the office, Andrea spent lots of time under Zena's desk, helping her with her almost continuous horniness.

Zora and mom were in the mix as well. Zena had found that mom enjoyed pussy as much as dick. I discovered them twice during this non-stop sex week of wedding planning. Once, I had walked into the cabin and heard the sounds of dual muff diving, so I quietly walked back to our bedroom door to find Zena on the bottom with my mom on top. Zena was facing my way and saw me. She motioned for me to join them, pointing at mom's easily available pleasure center.

While Zena was sucking on mom's clit, I slid deep into her, and kept it up as she screamed her pleasure into Zena's pussy as Zena and I drove her to the edge and over it. That session took mom an hour to recover and rejoin life. She said she now knew what total immersion into a sexual orgasm was.

Another time I had caught them, Zora was sitting in the doorway, playing with herself as she watched. When she felt my presence, she had me pull her up and drag her into a bedroom to make love for over an hour. This time, as we were down to the short strokes, we realized mom and Zena were watching.

The night before the wedding, the fun really began. The couples we had been playing with for the past six months joined us, along with a special guest, Bert, who had held two separate classes for the group. He had given a very pleasant and enjoyable evening lecture and demonstration of cocksucking. Two of the guys used for his demonstration had gotten so excited that Bert had been the recipient of an enjoyable mouth full of cum.

The butt fucking class ended up being a fuck fest that poor Bert didn't enjoy as much. He had instructed all the women to be super clean, and to cleanse their insides with enemas as well. All the guys took right to the oral stimulation, getting their prospective partners ready by following Bert's directions in minute detail. The group progressed through the getting ready process; right through introducing their dicks into opened and slicked up brown eyes. The recipients of the butt fucking enjoyed it so much; the party turned into the guys swapping to fuck as many butts as their dicks could manage. Bert never did get a chance to sink his long skinny one into an opened butt. Zena came to his rescue; sucking him off and having him fuck her experienced bottom.

Anyway, the party began earlier than usual, as we were snacking, drinking, and eating from a buffet by six. The party was in such a festive mood, that people were fucking and sucking before seven. The women were lining up to suck Bert off, while being pummeled in whatever hole was available.

Zena attempted to enjoy every man there, one way or another. At one point, I was gently fucking a very pregnant June, while Zena was getting vigorously butt fucked by Gerald. She kept proclaiming that after her honeymoon, she was going to fuck every guy there with her pussy, so to plan on it. She said she couldn't wait to become a triple threat and be proclaimed as being airtight at least once.

About nine thirty, we had some party crashers that sent Zena and me into orbit. Our parents showed up with Mr. and Mrs. Williams, as well as Sam and April Canon. The new women attacked me while the new men surrounded Zena. I heard later that they all were sucked by her, then in an emotionally packed session, her father had butt fucked her until she was coming so much she nearly passed out.

Meanwhile, I had the chance to fuck Mrs. Williams, the plump April, then Zora showed her wildness by demanding I fuck her like I had been doing Zena for six months. Last was mom, who had cradled my head as Zora rode me to orgasm with her pussy after washing up from the butt fuck. We made love amidst a party of sensualists involved in multiple combinations. As we came together, my mother wished me all her love in my new venture, my marriage. Not many guys can say that they have had that kind of send off from their mom. We had a voyeur the entire time we were together. Bert had sat cross-legged, watching us. As we relaxed in post orgasmic bliss, he kissed each of us saying it was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. This earned him a sensual blowjob from my mother, while I helped by fondling his balls and tweaking his nipples. Mom was trying to encourage me to help her with the blowjob, but I passed.

That night, Zena was taken to one of our cabins to hide out, as we were traditionally supposed to be apart the night before the wedding. While she spent the night with her mom and dad, my mom and dad partied with me for a few hours. Sam and Connie, with Gerald and June, had stopped on the their way to continue to party with us. For being pregnant, June was one horny critter. In no time at all, she had my Dad and Gerald double fucking her on the couch, while Connie talked Sam and I into imitating them. Mom patiently watched as Connie was sent into dreamland.

When everyone finally left and dad was snoring away in bed, mom lay down with me to talk while we relaxed. We didn't relax at all, but ending up fucking energetically once more, before falling asleep snuggled together.



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Chapter 13



Mom woke me by sucking on me, but wouldn't let me cum. She said that today, everything my body made was for Zena. She said that she and I should probably cool it for a while, as she felt Zena and I needed to be exclusive at least until the newness wore off a little. She also told me that Zena had begun taking the pill for the last two months, as preparation for us getting married and having regular intercourse.

Before I went down to the wedding, I stopped off at the tree where some of Bee's ashes had been scattered, and had some thoughts of our lost lover. For some reason, I felt comforted and that I was being lovingly sent off to enjoy the rest of my life with Zena. I later found out Zena had done the same and had felt the same thing.

A naturist wedding within a naturist park is similar to any outdoor wedding, except most of the guests and wedding party is nude. Many of the guests from our work and our families were clothed, but made to feel comfortable by the friendliness of all of the park residents. Zena and I were surprised to find there were over four hundred people attending. We ran out of chairs after the first two hundred, after that it was SRO. Standing room only with the standing witnesses surrounding the entire wedding area.

The bridesmaids all had matching headpieces, while the groomsmen all wore cute little collar and bow tie neckpieces. My only adornment was Bee's necklace. When Mark walked his daughter down the aisle, I could see the pride in his eyes. Zora and my mom were sitting together dabbing the tears in their eyes. As Mark kissed Zena and gave her hand to me, I experienced a tremendous feeling of love, making me shiver. Zena had felt it too, with her eyes telling me her excitement.

We went through the vows with smiles on our faces and exchanged rings. I put the wedding ring on a finger with two engagement rings. I wore mine with pride.

The party after the wedding was really something. We had a disc jockey for music and dancing, tons of food that had been made by folks at the park, and loads of soft drinks and punch that our parents supplied. The cake was a creation of one of the ladies from our office who wanted to give it to us as a wedding gift. It was seven huge cakes on stands with a unique set of nude dolls with only a veil on the bride and a top hat on the groom.

As the day and evening wore on, some booze was introduced, making the party a progressively happier occasion. When the party finally began winding down, Zena and I were sent to the cabin to dress in order to catch our plane for the honeymoon our parents had arranged for us. When we arrived at the airport to check in our baggage, our dads handed us two envelopes. The first was tickets to Hawaii and the second contained our resort reservations. Bert handed us a third envelope containing five thousand dollars in cash. He said it was really our company bonus, but he was happy to give it to us early as a wedding present.

Many, many hours later, we landed in Hawaii, having slept most of the way through two long plane rides. We had eaten well three times in first class, had some nice wine and mostly kissed and slept the entire way.

Hawaii was beautiful. The air was fresh and clean, with ocean breezes coming ashore. The resort courtesy bus ride seemed exceptionally long before we finally arrived. As we drove through the outer gates, we discovered our parents had booked us into one of the naturist resorts on the islands.

Once we were in one of the seashore cabanas, we stripped off and showered, getting the grime from our bodies. Zena wanted to take a walk on the beach, and get something to eat before bed, as it was getting late in the day in Hawaii. We enjoyed strolling down to the water line, letting the surf wash up on our legs.

We went up to the dining room, finding out that it was a twenty-four hour a day buffet that served a variety of dishes. For steak, you just waited while it was grilled to order. Some other foods, you also had to wait while it was cooked. This night, we selected to have orders of surf and turf. The lobster tails were steamed right there as our steaks were grilled.

We were served wines throughout our meal, and catered to as if we were special guests. We found out we were one of many couples here on our honeymoon. After our meal, Zena wanted to stop in the lounge for a drink and to visit with some of the other newlyweds.

It was interesting that three of the eight newlywed couples that had gathered there to visit had their ceremony at their naturist park as we had. We were, however, the only couple who lived at our park full time. Zena had them all excited when they heard about our bed and breakfast, as well our cabins. We said we only had five cabins right now but were going to be building at least ten more. Several of the men, who traveled, said that when they came our way, they would bring their wives and use our bed and breakfast to visit with us.

Zena excused us, telling them that we had some important business to take care of as this was really going to be our wedding night, as we had spent the previous night, our real wedding night, in the air. They all laughed and wished us an enjoyable evening. When one of the couples suggested that we were just going to enjoy what we had already experienced many times, Zena turned to all of them and said, "This may seem hard to believe, but tonight, this man is going to be deep in my pussy for the first time. I will experience a hard cock and something more than a finger, for my first time. We haven't been celibate, but let me tell you, Tommy is not going to get a blowjob tonight, and he is not going to get into my butt. Tonight, he is going to make love to me the natural way that we humans have made love forever. She gave them all a twitch of her cute hips and delicious butt as she left, looking back over shoulder saying, "We are going to really, really fuck."

There was amazement on some faces but mostly friendly laughter and cheering.

In our cabana, we showered again slowly drying each other. We were both a little anxious in anticipation of our next loving act. Zena said, "As much as we've made love, as much as we've fucked around with each other, and just plain fucked around, I'm as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night. Oh, wait, I am a virgin on my wedding night." She kissed me softly and looked up at me with half closed eyes. "Be gentle."

I was gentle. I was slow, gentle, and very thorough. I kissed every spot and square inch of Zena's skin. She came easily, over and over, from the stimulation I continued to give her. After giving her an umpteenth orgasm, using my lips, tongue, and fingers, Zena pulled me up by my ears until I was cradled between her raised legs. After a kiss, she said softly, "Put it in. I want to feel my husband deep inside me."

She didn't give me a chance to do it, reaching between us to grasp me; she raked the head of my dick back and forth across her rigid clitoris. With a kiss between us that had so much meaning, Zena pushed me into her past my knob, pulling me into her with her heels. Something inside her stopped me. I was only about an inch and half to two inches deep as I ground to a halt. Zena smiled up at me and said, "Bust it, take my cherry, oh, Tommy, make love to me for the first time."

I backed off a little and battered her hymen a couple of times until, as I was pushing in, she grabbed me by the butt cheeks and with the help of her heels, pulled me past her obstruction.

I felt her wince from the pain until she had pulled me into her as deep as I could go, she relaxed saying, "You're in me, I've really saved my cherry for you on our wedding night."

After a couple of minutes of just lying together, deeply connected, Zena asked, "Try to move in me, I think I feel okay. It didn't hurt too much, just stung real bad."

As I pulled out gently, our eyes were locked on each other's. As I began to enter her again, Zena rolled her hips up to me and shivered, exclaiming, "Oh my, that's good. That's something I've never felt before. Do that again, Honey."

With each thrust Zena was exclaiming, "Oh shit, so good, it feels so good."

After about twenty deep thrusts, Zena's legs locked over my hips pulling me deep into her, and she gripped me with her insides, while shivering through an orgasm. She said, "Oh, Tommy, I came, I came with you in my pussy. More, more please, keep loving me."

Now I was getting excited and said, "I think your insides are going to get their first shower of my cum any second. That sent her into another orgasm, moving her hips wildly, as my thrusts became erratic from my need to cum. Just as it felt as if Zena had peed on me as juices gushed from her, I sent my first offering of sperm into her.

She said, "I felt the first shot and now I feel the warmth of your sperm in me. That's so erotic, so sexy, to have you in my pussy with your stuff inside me." We rested only a minute as her insides massaged my still rock hard dick. The movement and quaking inside her was the same as the active insides of her mother.

This time, as I was bringing her to another big orgasm, Zena asked, "Suck me, lick my pussy, give me an orgasm that way again before fucking me some more. I think I want your lips for this one.

I slid down to her spermy, gushing pussy and began licking and sucking. When I felt her orgasm begin, I slid one finger up her pussy to rub on her magic spot, while sliding another into her butt, and locked my lips onto her pussy, gently battering her clit with my tongue.

That did it. Zena was exactly like her mother. She began squirting streams of juice from her pussy in continuous jets. I kept sucking and she kept squirting over and over again, until she finally held me tight saying, "Stop, oh please stop for a second, before I die."

She pulled me up to her, marveling at how drenched I was, asking me, "Did I do that? Am I as bad as my mom?"

When I smiled, she grabbed me and kissed me, and said, "I'm so happy to be just like my mom. I can't wait to tell her I soaked you on our wedding night, right after losing my cherry."

Zena took a breath and said, "Now, fuck me, don't be gentle, just fuck me. Pound me, fill me with your dick and shoot all your stuff up into me. Make me yours, forever."

As I entered Zena and began thrusting, her hips picked up the rhythm, trusting back in time to give me maximum penetration into the depths of her pussy. The way her hips were tilting, her clit was coming in contact with my dick on each thrust. In just a few seconds she was pressing against me as hard as she could and working her hips up and down as fast as she could.

My juices rose from by balls with a tingling all over my body, then sent jet after jet deep into her. She said, "Oh, Tommy, hold yourself deep in me when you squirt. I can feel it when you do that. Keep cumming, Honey, I'm with you, I'm cumming too."

This time, it was me that collapsed onto Zena. With her legs still wrapped around me, she rolled us to our sides so we were laying face to face, grinning at each other. My dick couldn't make up its mind. At first it was going to get soft, then it grew back to maximum size, then wilted again, only to be followed by stiffening from just the slightest movement.

We kissed over and over until, after a while, we were looking into each other's eyes. Zena's eyes watered as she reached up to touch the necklace I was wearing and looked at the two engagement rings and the wedding ring on her left hand. She said, "Bee's happy with us. She's with us and happy for us. She's saying goodbye, but that she'll watch over us for the rest of our lives, forever."

We hugged each other as we each had our own personal thoughts of our lost lover. I did feel her love as I felt Zena's love. Zena was right; Bee was lovingly saying goodbye.

We fell asleep that way, eventually separating, assuming our favorite sleeping position of me hugging Zena's back with her holding my hand over her breast.

When I woke, I had this strange thought running around in my head. It was repeating itself over and over. I kissed the back of Zena's neck and she turned over to kiss me, saying, "I have this saying in my head as if it's on one of those tracks that just keeps repeating. It's saying over and over, 'This is the first day of the rest of our lives.'"

That's exactly what I had been hearing in my head. Was Bee sending us on our own? I think so.

We kissed so warmly that my morning hardon was thinking more about the sexual urge than the need to go to the bathroom. Zena reached down and tried to fit me into her pussy. She groaned a bit as she worked it in saying, "Damn, did you grow last night. It's almost too big, it won't go in."

"I think you need to be more excited down there for me to slide in. Let me see if I can excite that thing just a little more."

I slid down, kissing and sucking her nipples as I made my way to her pussy. I sucked, licked, and nibbled as her hips began picking up the rhythm. Soon they were working up and down, until with a groan, Zena arched her back real high and streams of juices began shooting from her pussy. She was near yelling when she said, "Hurry, put it in, do me, put it in me."

I slid into her easily and began plunging into her over and over as we kept telling each other how much we loved each other until I lost it. I held myself deep, deep inside Zena and squirt after squirt flooded her. She shuddered and shivered saying, "That feels so strange, so good to know you are coming in me, it's wonderful."

When we finished this time, my dick shrank quickly and we both had to use the bathroom quickly. Zena sat first, and as soon as she rose, I lifted the seat and a rush of pee blasted into the bowl. She stood there watching, marveling at how much I peed at once.

We showered, dried, and were back in the bedroom where we stripped the bed of the soaked sheets, making sure there was a good pad over the mattress. There was not only a good pad, but also a plastic cover between the pad and the mattress. I suppose newlyweds can be wet.

As we walked up to the dining room for breakfast, Zena's hips were twitching differently than I had ever seen them. We were standing in line with one of the couples we had visited with last night, when Zena told the other newlywed wife, "I'm sore, a little itchy, but at the same time I want more. More right now, as much as I can get."

The other girl laughed and said, "Yep, you were fucked for the first time last night. That's just the way you feel. Now whenever you're horny, you'll feel those same feelings. It'll drive you nuts until your lover can put out the fire."

The two giggled when Zena asked, "Doesn't a mouth help you out. Couldn't a girlfriend take care of it?"

"Nothing takes care of it like a real, genuine, flesh and blood dick. A girlfriend can get you off, a dildo can get you off, even another guy can get you off, but nobody can satisfy that itch like the one you love."

Zena thought about it for a second, then the girl lowered her voice and said, "We swing and I can tell you. I can fuck a dozen guys in a row and cum with each of them, but the only one to put out my fire is this one, right here. It's a combination of feeling that special dick inside you, your special man holding you and the love you feel as you're making love. If you guys ever swing, you'll see what I mean. You'll have fun fucking every swinging dick at a party, but you have to keep going back to your guy to get that special cum. I think it's neat the way it reminds me of who I belong to. He says it's the same way for him. He likes to come back to me after each little while."

Zena said to her, "Perhaps you two and us can experiment a little so I can see what you mean."

The attractive newlywed wife asked softly, "You mean swap, or do you want to get together with a bunch of us?"

Zena was holding me around the waist when she looked up at me then at the girl and said "Both, I'm not sure we're going to be into a lot of others so soon after getting married, but I'd like to experience what you were saying."

The girl said, "I'm Sandy and this big jerk is my long time boyfriend and new husband, Charles or Charlie." She pulled him to us and asked, "Isn't she cute, would you like to fuck her?"

That was not a fair thing to do to a guy when you're standing in a line nude. Good ole' little Charlie began filling out and lifting from his body quickly. Sandy gave him a kiss and said, "Down boy, down. Let's save it till after breakfast."

We all laughed and finally were able to move up, filling our plates with a variety of fruits and breakfast treats. After breakfast, the four of us decided to go to the beach. We went by the other couple's cabana to get some lotion and a bunch of towels. When we arrived at their cabana, it had already been cleaned, Sandy gathered Zena to her and asked, as they were tit to tit, pussy to pussy, with Sandy hugging Zena, "Do you like girls? Would you let me lick and suck your pussy until you are nuts about me? Would you let me make you come so hard you curl up into a little ball and beg me to quit?"

Sandy's voice was so hot it was making me hard. I glanced over at Charlie and found he had grown big as well.

Sandy was a real seductress. In a minute, she had Zena on the bed, on her back. But instead of Zena just letting Sandy dive into her, she spun around and pulled Sandy's face into her pussy as she slurped Sandy's wet pussy. In mere seconds, the two had each other coming over and over again. Charlie and I were sitting together on the loveseat, watching the erotic display and stroking ourselves.

The two girls rolled apart, both turning so their heads were on pillows, kissing each other's wet faces as they played with each other's pussy. Zena raised her head and said, "Come here, Charlie, I want to feel the second cock in my life deep in my pussy. I want you to fuck me and fill me with your cum."

Charlie almost came before he could get his dick in Zena. Her little speech was that exciting to him.

Sandy wiggled her finger at me and pointed to her pussy. I climbed onto the bed as Charlie was trying to bury himself in Zena. I dipped down and sucked Sandy from her brown eye to her clit, causing her to raise her hips and shiver. Once over her, I began working myself slowly into her. Charlie was long, probably longer than I was, but skinny. My dick was stretching Sandy to limits she had not felt before.

Once buried in her, we began the undulations of our ancestors, until Sandy was arching her body in the air lifting me with her hips, crying out. Her excitement traveled to me and I swamped her pussy with my juices. Load after load was sent up into her.

When we quieted, we looked at Zena and Charlie. Charlie was lying on his back with his eyes closed, while Zena was nursing on his dick trying to get it back up.

Instead of being still, I had kept moving, moving my still very hard dick slowly in and out of Sandy, making her shudder a little more with each stroke. Zena looked and said, "Isn't that awesome the way he can just keep fucking and fucking. I've watched him fuck ten girls straight after fucking me, then come and fuck me one more time."

"I thought that last night was the first time you've fucked?"

Zena lifted up and turned around, with her butt facing me, and asked, "Do you have any kind of lube I could use?"

Sandy was off the bed in a flash as I got up behind my love and began tonguing and touching her brown eye. By the time Sandy was back with a large tube of KY, I had Zena ready for the third finger. I used the tube of jelly to finish making her ready, then replaced my fingers with my dick. I popped the head of my fat greased dick into her and listened to her groan as she slid back onto me. In a minute, we were fucking with me in her bottom just as easily as I had fucked Sandy in her pussy.

Sandy was all over us. She was kissing Zena and me, then climbed under us to sixty-nine with Zena, making Zena come even harder than she had been coming before. Charlie had come out of his stupor and was watching us stroking his re-awakening hardon. He used some KY and slicked up his dick.

I was concentrating on fucking the tight ring of Zena's wonderful bottom. I felt her begin to come just as I felt someone behind me. Charlie gripped my butt, pulled my cheeks apart and stuck his tongue into my butt. This didn't make me cum, but it did excite me. I didn't know what to think about a guy doing that to me, but I knew he wasn't gay as he just fucked Zena really good. About the time my dick was thinking about beginning to tingle, I got a real big surprise. Charlie had pushed several inches of his long skinny dick up my butt. Holy shit, someone, a guy, was fucking me. I began cumming in Zena, as she was cumming on Sandy's face. The feeling of Charlie's hard dick sliding across my prostate was too much. I was really squirting. Zena could tell there was something different and when she was done with her orgasm, she pulled free of me and turned to see what was going on.

Zena covered her mouth and was pointing at Charlie's dick deep in my butt. She wasn't laughing, but was in shock. Sandy was holding her and said, "Charlie's bad that way. He loves to fuck guys, but never finds one that will take him or that he thinks is clean. He's a real bi-sexual."

As I began to try to pull away, Charlie gently pulled from me and said to Sandy, "Want some of my stuff second handed? You haven't had that in an eternity."

Sandy dove into my butt and began licking the juices running out of me. Zena scooted over and opened her thighs to have me feast on her pussy that still tasted like it had a lot of Charlie still in there. My dick was getting interested again, but I needed to wash it real good before doing anything with it, so I excused myself and went to wash my dick. Charlie came in to do the same and said, "I hope I didn't freak you out, but I couldn't resist your ass. It looked so appealing that I had to do it."

I just shrugged my shoulders then headed back to Zena who was still lying there with her legs spread, idly playing with her pussy. I gave her pussy another lick and came up to give her another kiss. We slid together as if we had been fucking for years and years. I began to make love to my wife as Sandy was trying to get Charlie back up again.

Zena and I fucked, as she became more and more vocal. When I got her right at her peak, I gave Zena several full plunges, then I pulled out and said to Charlie and Sandy, as I slid my finger onto Zena magic spot, "Watch quick, you won't believe this."

Streams of juice shot out of Zena, clear across the room. Sandy became so excited she buried her face in Zena's pussy just as a stream shot out, totally soaking Sandy. Charlie just sat there with his dick climbing stiffer and stiffer.

Sandy pulled away with a soaked face, raw with sexual emotion and half-closed eyes that had a lusty savage look. She dove onto Charlie's dick, pulling him around to fuck her.

I re-entered Zena and fucked her furiously until we both came again. She was juicing again, soaking everything around. We lay there quietly kissing, still connected, as Charlie and Sandy fucked hard, finally coming with groans and moans.

They rolled apart with Charlie saying, "Holy shit, I've cum three times and it isn't even nine o'clock in the morning. Tom and Zena, you two are too much. Christ, this is some of the wildest sex Sandy and I have ever had with someone else."

Zena said, "Let's get some of that delicious Hawaiian sun. We better call housekeeping and ask if they can come change your bed again. It's really soaked."

Sandy was smiling, "It would be worth sleeping on wet sheets to have seen the way you squirt. I've heard of women doing that, but never witnessed it."

Zena answered, "I'm just like my mom. She squirts all over the place when she's fucked just right. This guy here has made her squirt clear across our living room. I've watched and helped him."

"You fuck your mother-in-law?" Charlie gasped. "You really have fucked her, made her squirt and everything?"

Zena said, "She loves to fuck Tommy. She says he's just the tonic she needs sometimes to get her off. I think it's cute the way she sneaks into his shower in the morning or comes into our bedroom as we're going to sleep. Mom will fuck dad unconscious, then come looking for Tommy to give her one more."

"Oh Christ, I'm getting another hardon," Charlie complained. "Let's get out of here before I fuck myself to death. You two are too much."

Sandy said, "If Tommy could get it up again, I think I'd like a little more of his stretcher before we go."

Zena was stroking my very, very hard dick again so I said, "Let's save something for some fun later. Let's get some sun."

They called housekeeping and we grabbed some towels and some beach blankets to lay out on in the sun.

We ran down to the beach and dumped our stuff on a group of loungers with umbrellas. First thing to do was a swim in the ocean. We all swam out a ways, turned, and swam back enjoying the waves. Once back, we slicked up with lotion to help our tans and to keep from burning. One thing about a nudist resort is that all, or at least many of the patrons, are not only already tanned, but know how to keep from burning.

We had fun putting lotion on each other, with Charlie and me swapping wives to slick up their breasts and butts. Fingers were lost in cracks and crevices as we worked diligently to cover them thoroughly.

While we were on the beach, hotel waiters came to bring us fruit or alcoholic drinks. We weren't into booze this early in the day, so we stayed with the energy giving fruit drinks and snacks.

As lunchtime neared, two other couples, who confessed they had just had a foursome to die for, joined us. They said they had fucked each other's wives and their own wives with both guys coming twice already.

Sandy began laughing, telling them what we had done. When Sandy told them Zena squirted all the way across the room, the foursome said almost in unison, "Wow, I want to see that."

Zena whispered in my ear, "So much for us just enjoying each other on our honeymoon. Do you mind?"

I smiled and pulled her to me, kissing her. "I'm having fun watching you have a great time. Of course, it seems I fucked some strange pussy on the first or second day of our marriage too."

Zena whispered in my ear, "Yeah and you even got fucked. Wait till I tell Bert. He's going to be so jealous."

"Don't tell anyone about that. I'm embarrassed about that."

"Why, Honey? I fuck every pussy I can get a hold of. I know you're not gay, so if some hard dick catches you every once in a while, you get caught. Now if you went looking to get fucked, or hunting for a dick to suck, I would be worried, but something like what happened doesn't upset me at all. As a matter of fact, it really excited me. I came just watching him finish in you. I didn't even have to touch myself."

I closed my eyes, hoping it would go away, only to hear her say, "Charlie was the first guy to fuck both of us." She busted up laughing, to my chagrin.

The other three couples were planning a gathering this evening with us and another three couples that enjoyed playing around. They were planning on coming down to the beach with a bunch of beach blankets and having an outdoor orgy. We were going to get a bunch of booze and come down about eleven and play until we couldn't play anymore.

While idly playing with her pussy, Zena said, "I don't think I can wait till then for my next fuck. Who's going to be the third guy in this hot itchy pussy? I need to be fucked. A guy named Bob began knee walking toward her with a hardon leading the way. Bob's wife said, "Oh no, there goes my nooner."

Because we were in the open, we gathered around so we hid the action from anyone looking at us. Bob didn't waste anytime just plunging in. He had a short fat dick that Zena enjoyed, and she came after just a little fucking. Her squeezing pussy brought him off as well. Because Bob was short, he accidentally pulled out and shot his juices all over Zena.

The sight of Zena covered in Bob's juices and her playing in the cum had another guy, another Tom, taking Bob's place. He to didn't stop to sample the wares; he just slid into Zena, fucking her rapidly. Just as Zena began coming, Tom came too, but kept his dick buried in her.

Charlie was stroking his renewed hardon, but Sandy told him to save it. Tim asked his new wife if she minded and she said to go for it, as she wanted to sample Zena's husband. He climbed on and gave Zena several orgasms, as he was able to hold off coming for quite a while. His wife Toni said, "That's his third time since waking up, so he's about done for a while. Glad you got a husband with a hardon, Zena."

Zena's pussy was absolutely drooling cum when one of the girls dove into her pussy, sucking out the juices and loving her clit. Zena came and came again until the husband of the girl who was sucking Zena, came up behind her and fucked into her, rapidly making her come, then pulled free and drove himself into Zena fucking her rapidly, until they were both coming.

He pulled free as Zena looked around with lusty eyes, "anyone else, it's still itchy. Come here, Honey, kiss me, kiss my itchy pussy."

My nasty wife wanted me to give her pussy some attention with four fresh loads in and on her. I did it for love, for my wife, then rose and slid deep into her and began fucking her hard, while fingering her as well. She went into her internal squeezing and shaking. Just as I felt it coming, I pulled out, keeping a finger inside on her juice button. She streamed a big one, covering one of the couples with her juices. The next big shot was all over Charlie and me. Sandy couldn't contain herself again and dove in.

The little girl who said she wanted to sample me lay down next to Zena and held up her hands saying, "Give me something to have my man suck out of me. I licked her from back to front, then locked on her pussy, giving her clit a thrill, and when she was coming, I slid into her. She was a comer. She arched her back with her pussy vibrating while her hips were undulating, fucking me. Just when I wished I could come, a mouth was kissing my brown eye again. I was afraid Charlie was going to corn hole me again but looked to see it was one of the other wives giving me reason to come. I filled up the little girl as she pulled my face down to give me a lusty kiss."

As I pulled free, the little girl was wiggling her finger for her husband to attend to her drooling pussy. Zena pulled me to kiss her, as Sandy was still face first in her pussy, and another girl was sucking on Zena's tits.

When we were sitting, recovering from the wild situation we had created, one of the guys said, "You know, we didn't even wait until tonight. We just start fucking anywhere, anytime. I hope they don't kick us out."

A girl said, "We covered up the action really well. I walked around the outside just to be sure we weren't showing anyone. We weren't. I'm horny now, and there don't look like any stiff ones. I'm also starved and want some food. Who wants to take me for something to eat, then fuck me."

Zena said to her, "We'll take you to eat, and then both us will fuck you, how about that?"

"Oh goody, I love pussy and I think I'm going to love your man's dick. He's a good fucker and one hell of a comer. My names Jeanie, and my guy here, with the limp one that was your fourth fuck, is Dan. Let's eat."

Dan said, "You are a real squirter, Zena. I'm dying to see that again."

"Work for it, Dan, maybe you can get me to squirt while Tommy fucks your wife. Do you like to watch guys fuck her?"

Jeanie took hold of Dan's now ramrod straight dick and said, "You have his number. When he can't get it up, I just get some cowboy to stick it in me and he's rarin' to go instantly."

The group ate heartily and decided a nap was in order. We went with Dan and Jeanie to take a nap. Dan didn't have a chance to get near Zena as the two girls were instantly in a sixty-nine.

Once again, I found myself on the couch with another guy while stroking our dicks. Dan asked, "You were with Charlie this morning did you and Charlie get it on?"

When I didn't answer right away he said, "Charlie was so slick that while I was fucking Sandy he slid right into my butt. I loved it. I do that with a couple of other couples we know that are clean. Do you do that stuff?"

"I'm sorry, Dan, I'm not into guys."

"How about I suck you off? I love to give head especially to some guy that's going to fuck my lady. I think the reason we got together is we're both so bi-sexual."

While we were talking, he took my hard dick from me and stroked it a couple of times, then just leaned over a swallowed a couple of inches. He wet me good then began playing with the head of my dick. "What the fuck" I thought, as it felt good, but I was watching the girls get it on and wanted to join in, not be sucked off by some guy. I gently pulled him from my dick saying, "No, Dan, I don't want guys, I'm one hundred percent into women."

Soon the two girls rolled apart. Zena raised her head to see Dan still wanting to suck me. She smiled real big and gave me a questioning look. I rubbed the top of Dan's head and said, "Pussy calls guy, forget me right now, let me at the pussy."

I crawled onto the bed to kiss Zena, then the both of us worked on Jeanie. She was just sort of on the plump side with big, round, firm tits, but not very big nipples. She loved to have them licked, but the only way to suck a nipple was to squeeze the tit and make it pop out. Soon she was wiggling all over the place and Zena pushed me between her legs and held me as I found the magic sheath. I fucked and Zena licked. I fucked some more and Zena fingered until Zena said, "Turn her over, let the two of us get into a sixty-nine."

They did, and I slid back into Jeanie's soft pussy. We fucked until Zena began squeezing my balls. The first load filled Jeanie's pussy, but Zena pulled me from her and sucked the rest of my juices from me. When we were done, we rolled free from each other to see Dan covered in his own cum that he had shot while watching us. Zena said, "Why didn't you come join us?"

"I would have, but Tom said he didn't like guy stuff. I wanted to fuck him while he was fucking Jeanie. I haven't done that yet and really wanted to do that."

Zena said, "You have to be like Charlie, lick that butt hole and slick him up real good then just slide in and fuck. Tommy isn't going to give up the pussy he's in, so you have his captive butt. Remember that next time."

"That's okay, I loved watching him fuck Jeanie. That was really hot to see you two in a sixty-nine and Tom fucking the hell out of her. That was really hot. I just love Jeanie to pieces."

I had to say something, "Just to set the record straight, I do not want to mess around with guys. I like girls, only girls with wet, hungry, or horny pussies."

Zena suggested she and I go back to our cabana for a while. We bid farewell to Dan and Jeanie and left. At the cabana, we showered washing the salt, sand, and sex off us.

We lay down to rest a little, but ended up kissing, making love. We played with each other until nature called, helping us satisfy each other one more time. Zena said, "It's fun to play with other couples. Fucking is fun and you know I'm crazy for pussy, but when you and I make love, there is nothing better."

I kissed Zena and said, "I love you, Baby."

She returned, "I love you, too. We're lucky to have stumbled onto each other. It was almost too easy. Mom always said it would be like that, but I was so into women, that I had always discounted what she said. Now I know she was very correct."

We napped for a couple hours, waking up refreshed. We slicked up each other with lotion and wandered out to the beach to enjoy the surf and sun.

Charlie and Sandy were out in the surf with us, showing us how to body surf back to the beach. We played like that for a couple of hours with other couples joining us then leaving to do something else. Around five, we decided to go clean up for supper and be ready for the evening's activities.

We showered and both of us dressed. It seems that the evening meal and lounge activities were clothed. The reason was the restaurant and lounges were open to the public. It was nice to dress up and mingle with the others. Funny though, the nudist newlyweds still migrated together in the lounge to drink and dance.

We all had fun dancing with our new wives and as well the other newlywed wives. Several of the ladies were feeling no pain from the toxic fruit drinks and we all were being very forward and daring with our dance partners. It was good thing we were clothed or there would have been some fucking right there on the dance floor.

A little after eleven, all of the couples that were having a good time together, left for our beach party. Zena and I stripped, grabbing our big beach blanket, a couple of towels, along with Zena's large tube of lube and headed to the outer areas of unlit beach.

Several couples were already there, putting down their beach blankets, readying the playing field. Two of the women were already into a sixty-nine, devouring each other's juices. Sandy grabbed Zena and pulled her down, switching ends to enjoy each other's pussy. All of the guys were standing on the outer edge of the blanket, watching.

Dan and Charlie were fondling each other, and then Dan went to his knees sucking Charlie. The other Tom surprised me by getting behind Dan fooling with Dan's brown eve for a bit. Tom found a tube of KY and began lubing Dan up. Soon the other Tom had sheathed himself with a rubber and was sliding himself into Dan, who was still sucking on Charlie.

Meanwhile the girls would all move to one girl and cover her with mouths, kissing and sucking that one until the victim was withering in orgasm after orgasm.

Tim and I were more fascinated with what the girls were doing than our three male counterparts. While the three guys involved with each other seemed to be enjoying themselves, Tim and I were itching to get involved with the five ladies playing together.

Bob's wife, Karen, and Tom's wife, Brenda, were on each side of the busty Jeanie, sucking nipples and had Jeanie's legs wide open as they played with her pussy. Toni was sitting on Jeanie's face, rubbing her wet pussy over Jeanie's mouth. Tim made the crack, "Wish me luck, I'm going in." He dove for Jeanie's exposed pussy to begin licking, sucking, and nibbling. Zena was the top of a sixty-nine with Sandy that was appealing to me. Zena's full bottom was presented in a very inviting fashion, so I got down behind her and slid my dick under her as Sandy pushed me into Zena's wet pussy.

I didn't wish to start coming quickly, so I paced my strokes to keep from losing control. Soon Zena rolled off Sandy, holding her pussy as she had been coming so intensely from the double attention. Sandy spun around and smiled at me while pointing at her pussy. In seconds, we were sliding together in a very sexy rhythm, causing her to begin making a lot of noise.

Toni moved from Jeanie's face to Sandy's face saying, "My pussy is just the thing to scream into. It makes me really get off when they scream right into me." We kept up the steady fucking for a few minutes until Sandy said she needed a break.

When I rocked back on my heels to see what was happening around me, Zena came to my arms for some kisses, and Toni was down on her knees with her face consuming my dick. Zena was watching behind me, so I turned my head to see the three guys now lined up, with Dan balls deep in Charlie's butt, and Tom still deep in Dan. It looked like there was going to be a joint orgasm as Charlie began shooting his juice from the excitement of being fucked and apparently feeling Dan swelling and coming. Tom had his head back, his mouth open and was groaning loudly as he felt his completion.

Zena said, "That is really hot to see them do that, but they should be saving themselves for these hot women. You're going to have to do 'em all, just like at home."

Zena grabbed Toni by the hair and pulled her off my dick, using her hair to position her face for a lusty kiss. This was just the thing to do with Toni as she flipped to her back, reaching and pulling me by my dick into her pussy. While I fucked Toni, Zena sucked her titties and kissed her occasionally, using her fingers to stimulate Toni's clit when I was on the outstroke. Toni's hips were in overdrive, bouncing up and down, just about to bring me off when she went stiff on me. She locked her arms and legs around me holding me still, saying, "No more, no more please, stop for right now, no more."

When I lay on my back next to Zena and Toni, Karen and Brenda came to me and hugged me, kissing me. As Brenda sat on my still very hard dick, Karen decided my face was the best seat in the house. Just as she was lowering her pussy to my mouth, I could see Toni helping her husband, Tim, skewer my wife.

Brenda had some hips that had a rocking and fucking movement to die for. She could fuck me almost a full stroke without me popping out and keep up a rapid pace while giving me those long strokes. Her movements were having an effect on her as well, as I heard her grunt and moan from exertion and orgasm. After a good five minutes of fucking, she held still over me, squeezing my dick with her pussy. She lifted off me and told Karen, "That thing is all yours. See if you can get it off."

Karen is a big girl with a lot of extra padding all over. When she went to sit on my hips, I grabbed her and to her surprise picked her up and laid her on her back. I played with her big soft breasts and the extra padding around her middle, biting her nipples and kissing her. When my dick made contact with her pussy, she sucked me in right down to my balls. Her pussy gripped me snugly, from the head that was being caressed by some secret part of her insides, all the way down to where her outer pussy was clamped onto my shaft.

With every stroke, I felt as if I was pulling her insides out, and she was making enough noise that I had to make sure I wasn't hurting her. Toni solved the noise problem as she sat on Brenda's mouth saying, "Suck that pussy, you noisy bitch, and enjoy being fucked." I could feel myself getting ready to lose a big load, but didn't want to yet. I wanted to save it for Zena.

Zena must have noticed me struggling when Tim swapped from her to Sandy, as she came to give me some kisses, and also stuck some fingers between Brenda and me to stimulate her clit. Brenda's snug pussy became even snugger as she convulsed in orgasm.

When I pulled free of Brenda, Toni sucked me into her mouth and looked up at me, "Who's next, you've done us all, are you going to start over on us girls, or go play with the boys."

Zena slid under me saying, "This next one's mine. I'm going to get all that juice he's been saving up while he's gone through all six of us. If we're lucky, he'll still be hard and we all can have some more."

As I slowly plunged into Zena's depths over and over again, the other girls gathered around kissing us, and touching us in a loving, stimulating manner. When some male hands tried to open up my cheeks, Toni slapped whoever's hands they were, saying, "He doesn't need that, he fucking his wife."

Zena and I were delirious with pent-up passion and emotion. Soon we were both coming, clutching each other, holding each other tightly as our juices mingled. As we came down from our peaks, we rolled apart to look up at the five smiling women kneeling around us. Zena said, "Now that is the way to celebrate a honeymoon."

The three guys who had been involved with each other joined their wives, cuddling and kissing, saying that it must be late and it might be time to go to bed. All of us agreed that we were tired, picked up our towels and beach blankets, and headed back to our cabanas.

As we were walking up to the beach, Toni and Tim were walking with us, saying they had the cabana right next to ours. We invited them in for a drink of juice or some of the exotic juice mixed with some rum.

We were lounging on the furniture and the bed with Tim on the couch and me sitting in the big chair, while the girls were lying back on the bed. Zena said to Toni, "Let's get a quick shower and come back and lay down. The guys need to shower too after the workout they had."

The girls left while Tim and I made another rum and juice drink. As soon as the girls came out, I sent Tim in and followed him when he got out. When I got out of the shower, I came to the door of the bathroom, toweling myself dry, to see the two girls locked in a passionate kiss. For a second, I was almost in shock, as I now recognized why Toni was so appealing. She looked and acted a lot like Bee. I wondered if Zena had picked up on that. Tim was sitting on the couch stroking himself, saying, "If they weren't so beautiful together, I would jump in and break them up. But God, aren't the two of them so beautiful together?"

The two finally separated and looked at us watching them. Zena said, "Why don't you two come join us. I think we've all had enough for one day and one night. It's time for us to rest and get our bodies ready for more in the morning."

Toni added, "The three of you have my pussy just buzzing. It needs to cool off an hour or so before it rebels."

I snuggled up behind Zena, and Tim snuggled behind Toni. Zena lifted her top leg as Toni reached between her legs to bring my dick to alignment with Zena's still moist pussy. With little effort, we were fully connected. Zena was moving around the same, so I knew that she was fitting Tim into Toni the same as Zena and I was connected. When I went to hold Zena's breast, the back of my hand was against the back of Tim's hand as he held Toni the same way.

Sleep came quickly.

"Knock, knock, knock,"

"Housekeeping, housekeeping."

I rolled out of bed and went to the door to open it to two ladies in uniform staring at my middle. What do you expect if you wake up a healthy young guy?

"Could you come back in an hour or so? We are just waking up."

They were peering around me to see the two girls rise up to look toward the door. Tim was still buried in the covers, so I guess they thought I had two women.

The two ladies agreed to come back later and left giggling.

I started to go back to bed, but made a side trip to the bathroom. As soon as I came out, Toni scampered into the bathroom, then it was Zena's turn. While Zena was using the john, Toni woke the groggy Tim up saying, "Come on sleepy head, it's past breakfast time. It's almost ten."

Tim staggered into the bathroom as Zena came out then we all agreed we should head up to the restaurant to see if they were still serving breakfast. The girls brushed their hair, while Tim and I shaved and brushed our teeth. It's a good thing the resort stocked the cabanas with extra toothbrushes for just such occasions.

Walking up to the restaurant was a treat. Tim and I were about ten feet behind the two girls, commenting on the cute butt twitch the girls had as they walked in front of us. Both of us almost sprung boners from the view.

We were surprised to find the breakfast serving staff still preparing all of the various breakfast treats. We each had an omelet and some French toast with some juice, milk, and coffee. Soon we were feeling a lot fresher and were discussing what was up for today. We decided to go snorkeling with the organized group so we could see some of the neat sea creatures they would show us.

After signing up for the snorkeling group, we had to either rent or purchase some equipment. I suggested to Zena we buy the equipment as we could use it at home, so we went to the on premise dive shop and were assisted in making good choices for what we needed.

Before lunch, the four of us went out in the heavy waves that were present today with some of resort's boogey boards to try and ride some waves. It's a lot harder to stand up on a moving piece of plywood than you would think. I managed it only once, while Tim was able to get up several times. Zena managed to actually ride the crest of a wave standing, while poor Toni could only sit on hers and ride it in. I sympathized with Toni, as I couldn't get up either.

We had a small lunch before we had to get swimwear on, as we were going outside the resort's clothes optional boundaries. Toni and Zena each had teasing thong bikinis that made them even sexier than when they were nude.

The first area we snorkeled was some holes that were supposedly filled with squid and some rock dwelling sea critters. We had to just hover over a hole to watch the shy squid come from around a rock or the long skinny fish slither out from holes in the rocks. The other fish in the area were fairly curious of us and would come right up to your face mask doing the fish mouth thing.

The next location was a large grass flats. The water was only about three to four feet deep during this low tide, perfect to glide just above the grass to peer at the little creatures moving along the bottom. All sizes of crabs were walking around and we did see a couple of live starfish. As I glided over an outer area of the flats, a flash caught my eye. When I recognized it was a reflection of something small, I glided slowly in that direction. It took me several passes to get another reflection. This time I was right over it. I reached down in the grass and gently brushed the waving grasses aside to find a huge diamond on a ring.

I picked it up and slid it onto my little finger. As with most people, I looked around the area where the ring was to see if there was something else but I found nothing. That did tell me though that I could look, but not see something that was hidden by nature.

When we assembled at the boat, I showed Zena what I had found. The boat people said that I should probably tell hotel security about the find as they might have an old report of a lost ring.

When our trip was over, Zena and I went into the hotel to talk to security. I showed them the ring I had found and asked if they had any reported loss. They said they would look over past records to see and they also took a couple of pictures of the ring. I told them I wouldn't dispose of the ring for at least six months in the event someone looked for it.

When we went to our cabana to wash off, the front desk called and asked if they could put my find in their flyer to past guests, to alert them of the recovery of a possibly lost ring. I told them that would be good, but to be sure to ask for a description of the ring, as it was unusual with two blue diamonds on each side of the huge center diamond.

After a shower, we decided a nap would be good, so we lay down for a while. Lying down required cuddling. Cuddling required kissing. Kissing leads to fondling, and in minutes we were making love. This time I became fascinated with Zena's firm breasts. I fondled, teased, kissed, sucked, and fondled some more, making them extremely sensitive. As we were joined, just the slightest suck with a little pull was sending Zena into fits until we both exploded into our mutual bliss.

We woke around six and dressed for dinner. Tim and Toni met us at the seating desk and asked if we had seen the other couples. Neither one of us had seen any of them. We had a great evening meal of seafood prepared with Hawaiian spices and fruits.

After dinner, we migrated to one of the smaller lounges with a piano bar to have some drinks and perhaps dance a little. Our day had been full enough that we didn't want to get involved in another party like we had the night before.

Bob and Karen came in. They were the couple with the other male that didn't participate in the guy gathering. They said they had gone out deep-sea fishing and had enjoyed a great day out in the water. They were planning on a sailing trip that would take them completely around the island. That sounded like a good time, so we asked if they would mind if we signed up for that with them.

The girls were talking together and soon wanted to go to the big lounge to dance. There we were dancing with our wives and swapping around. As the women had a few more drinks, they were all teasing fairly radically. Bob suggested to all of us, "Come over to our cabana. We have one of the big ones with a large living room with a perfect area to dance. I think we might be getting a little risqué for a public place."

We went to Bob's and Karen's place where Karen found some good dance music and Bob made drinks for all of us. Soon we were dancing with the girls now totally free of any restrictions. They became topless as they stripped us men to the point that us guys just stopped and finished stripping.

Soon the dancing became more static as we rubbed together more and more. Bob was the first to take Zena down on the couch and impale her with his hard dick. Tim had Karen on her knees next to Zena plowing her from behind as Toni climbed up my body to slide onto my dick. We all fucked for a good long while as the vocal appreciation of the fucking rose in volume. I think the six of us came pretty much within a few seconds of each other. When we all separated and sat beside the lady that had our juices running out of her, we were all content and satisfied.

We were satisfied for about as long as it took the three ladies to form a daisy chain to suck the juices from one another. We three guys were sitting on the floor leaning against the couch mesmerized by the sight of our wives flagrant activity. Bob said, "Damn, Tim, your Toni is one hot little number."

Tim said, "She sure is, but I'm thinking I want Zena next."

We watched for only another minute or so before attacking the pussy of our desires. In passing, I got a smiling kiss from Zena. She said, "Save me some."

Karen was just as voluptuous tonight as she had been before. This time I was on top and controlled the activity. I was determined to have her coming quickly and keep her in a continuous orgasm for as long as I could. It was easy to get her going and just as easy to keep her at her peak. She just kept coming and coming until I had to let go inside her quivering pussy. We fucked, she moaned. I plunged and she near screamed. When I fast fucked her, grinding down on her clit while I bit her nipple, Karen came completely unglued, nearly passing out. She finally locked her legs around me and held me as tight as she could with her arms, saying, "Stop, oh please stop for a bit. I've got to stop, please."

We did and she just relaxed and lay back with her arms and legs spread out. Bob leaned over and kissed her asking, "Should I get Tom to give me some pointers?"

Karen said the exact right thing, "Oh, Lover, you don't need any pointers from anyone. He's just different that's all."

This time the girls got up to clean up a little and to serve some fruit drinks without alcohol. We were soon coming out of our stupor, enjoying each other's company. The couples had reunited with their spouses. I asked Tim, "What do you think? Think it's time to leave these folks and get a good night's sleep?"

He smiled and nodded as the four of us got up. Bob and Karen gave us all hugs while we gathered our clothes for the short walk back to our cabanas.

As we were walking, Toni said, "I'd almost like for us to sleep together again but that could become a habit, couldn't it?"

Zena smiled wistfully and said, "It sure can. We had a friend that was with us every night for a long, long time. We miss her."

Toni looked at Zena and could tell that it wouldn't be good to ask what happened. Perhaps she would talk to Zena another time.

We didn't sleep with the other couple, but we did enjoy making love. This night was tender, slow, loving. I think we both had thoughts of Bee. When we cuddled to sleep, Zena tucked me inside her and said, "I'll bet Bee is watching over us and is with us every minute. I still feel her presence with us constantly. Oh Tommy, I miss her so much."

The only thing I could do was to hold her as she wept quietly. She fell asleep with me following later, much later, as I had shed some tears as well.



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Chapter 14



We were up and off to breakfast by seven. Bob and Karen, and Tim and Toni, were in line preparing to get breakfast. We discussed our day of planned sailing. Zena said she had gone sailing in a small boat before, but I had never been sailing.

After breakfast, we signed up together and were told to get swimwear, shorts, T-shirts, and deck shoes for the trip. They said that if the winds were not favorable, we might be out all night. If the winds were favorable, we would get back around eleven this evening.

We were down at the docks by nine o'clock, watching the lines being disconnected. The big sailboat had to use its motor to get us out of the harbor into the open sea before raising the sail.

This was a two-masted schooner that I was told was only sixty-five feet long but it seemed huge, much bigger than that. The Captain had a two-person crew, both female that helped with the lines and rigging during cast off then assisted at the helm and acted as cooks for our meals.

The three-man crew acted as if they loved what they were doing, and it showed as the mood was light and happy for the entire cruise.

All throughout the day, the Captain kept pointing out landmarks and various homes of famous people and famous resorts. We had to go far offshore in one area, as the Captain said the area was secure as submarines traveled in that area going to and from their base. He told us that most of the time the subs arrive and depart on the surface, but some missions called for them to depart underwater especially at night.

The winds had been very favorable until we hit the far side of the island. There the wind just died. It's funny to see the sails so slack, when just minutes before, all of the canvas was stretched with the wind.

The Captain asked us, "Do you want to use the engines or just wait it out? You guys can go swimming, try to fish, get some sun, or just play cards if you want to wait."

Bob, Tim, and I all agreed that we should just wait for the winds. This was a sailing cruise so why not enjoy the cruise as it should be. We did try to fish but didn't get any bites. The girls were up on the bow of the boat, stripped nude, getting sun while we guys were having an ice-cold beer. The Captain said, "I'll bet my crew is up there getting some sun right now too. I don't blame them though; it's nice out today. Not terribly hot, perfect day for sailing and sunbathing.

All four of us decided we wanted to check out the new flesh. Funny how three guys who were nudists would want to go check out a couple of girls they had not seen before. The Captain had as good a time as we did checking out the curves of our three ladies. Zena was on her back with feet facing toward us, ever the tease; she was up on her elbows watching our reaction. She casually smiled at us and reached down to scratch her fluffies then used a finger to make a big swipe up her pussy lips. With another smile, she stuck the finger in her mouth and sucked.

Bob whispered, "She is bad, really bad." Meanwhile, the Captain was trying to cover himself.

Tim said, "If we don't get some wind soon, I'm for initiating an onboard orgy."

Bob said softly, "Oh yeah!"

The Captain said, "I wish I could participate, but my lovely wife would not understand or approve. However, you three are welcome to include my lusty crew in your adventures if you wish."

I recommended, "How about the three of us go sit on those deck chairs and just view the goodies and see what happens."

We sat on the deck chairs for a few minutes before I went into the main deck lounge and made a bunch of margaritas for all of us. The icy sweet drink hit the spot and had the girls smiling. Toni was as adventurous as Zena and was playing with one of the crew's nipples while the other crewmember was getting something going with Karen. Zena joined Toni in tormenting the one girl and switched to the other as Karen had gotten into the spirit of the fun.

Bob and Tim were shedding their shorts and T-shirts as the girls upped the sensual meter with the crewmembers. Bob was helping Karen and Zena tantalize the one girl until she was spread out, welcoming Bob into her. Toni was holding Tim in place as she used his dick to whip back and forth across the clit of the other girl.

Watching the five play was exciting enough for me right then, but Zena had other thoughts as she stood and walked seductively toward me. "You have too many clothes on, Husband. I think I need you to help put my fire out and you may need to help Tim and Bob with their hot ladies."

I was soon bare, with Zena straddling my legs, seated on me, rotating her bottom, and getting three hundred and sixty degrees of stimulation. As Zena orgasmed and lay back on me, we watched the other couples swap around having a good time.

Zena asked, "Don't you want to sample those two luscious ladies?"

"Why have samples when I have the real thing right here. You're all that I could ever want."

"You sweet talker," Zena said. "You know we're going to have to find another lady for us to love. I love my women too much to give them up, but I want someone that will want you as much as me."

"We do have a lot of friends at home that all enjoy loving you," I said thinking of the couples at the park. "You also have your three girlfriends that enjoy making you happy too."

Zena smiled, "I have been thinking about asking Joanie if she might want to stay out with us for a week or so. I love the little imp so much, but sometimes she acts so juvenile. You've been a good influence on her, but she still seems so innocent some times."

Thinking of Joanie I said, "Perhaps we should have her spend a week with Veronica and Andrea. I get the impression she enjoys being told what to do and could easily become similar to Andrea."

Zena spun on my lap, keeping me in her. "You know, you're right. She is like Andrea. All she wants to do is please. I really don't want that kind of lover, but she would be a bonus to have around."

I hugged Zena to me and whispered into her ear, "Just keep your eyes and ears open and Bee will send someone to us. If we need someone, we'll find her."

We kissed for several minutes until we heard, "Wind, the wind is picking up."

The two girls disentangled themselves from Toni, Tim, Bob, and Karen and dove over the side into the water. They came up quickly and slid into their shorts, T-shirts, socks, and deck shoes, hurrying to help the Captain get the boat back under sail.

Toni and Karen were both lying back, having their men snack on their pleasure centers while they chatted. The picture was almost funny. The two guys being held in place as the girls talked of mundane things interspersed with an "Ah" and "more" and "right there."

Zena said, "I need to wash up a little, then we probably should all dress if we're going to be sailing in public view."

Around nine that night, we anchored in a small inlet and ate a wonderful meal prepared by the two girl crew. After some drinks and chat, we all bedded down to enjoy the rocking of the boat in the cabins with the portholes open.

The Captain was ringing the ship's bell at six-thirty getting everyone up so we could proceed on our cruise. We were fed a very nice breakfast before we all assisted in the more mundane things needed to be done on board a sailing vessel. The crew showed us how to scrub the decks and we polished the chrome and brass.

Lunch time was some hot fresh fish sandwiches that went great with beer, and we all watched as the resort came into view as we rounded a big rock formation that guarded the cove the resort was in.

After we were tied up at the dock and had thanked the Captain and crew for a great cruise, we went up to our cabanas for a quick shower and to shuck our clothes. Zena and I thought we might like a nap, but decided to see what else might be going on.

Up around the pool, we found the other three couples who had disappeared on us after our late night beach party. Charlie explained that the three couples shared so much in common, that they had taken an overnight scuba cruise to enjoy diving and each other.

Tonight was to be a beach luau at the resort for all the guests. There were folks down on the beach cooking the food in sandpits as we spoke. In anticipation of the party, all of us began drinking some of the fruit drinks laced with spiced rum, vodka, and tequila. The drinks were good, but dangerous.

Our group was definitely divided into two entities. Charlie, Tom, and Dan, along with their respective wives, Sandy, Brenda, and Jeanie, all seemed to bond because of the guys' enjoyment of each other as well as their enjoyment of the women. We other three couples were pure hereto as far as we guys were concerned, even though our wives enjoyed playing with each other.

It really didn't matter, since we were coming up on our last day at the resort. Our week in luxury was about over.

The luau was fun. Native men and women served us while we were sitting on giant grass mats. The whole time we were eating, native musicians and dancers entertained us. All of the music was soft, melodic, and flowed gently. After a creamy fruit dessert, the music picked up a beat and we were entertained by some pairs of dancers that teased us with their gyrations by sliding together and apart, doing everything but actually fucking. These dances were called wedding dances, as they were designed to inflame the wedding couple into a wild coupling. Whether that was real, true, or not, who knows, but it was exciting and it did accomplish what they said. Zena and I could hardly wait to get to our cabana to once again fulfill our vows.

In the morning, we packed up our few clothes and toiletries and checked out to head for home. We said goodbye to our new friends and promised to write and call so we could stay in touch.

Zena and I enjoyed our trip home better than the trip out as we were not as tired. The long flight to the mainland and the two flights to finally reach home, were a very long twenty hours, but we felt refreshed when we got off the plane to feel the intense humid heat of central Florida.

We were about to catch a cab to get home when mom and dad pulled up to the cab-stand. Mom said, "Sorry we didn't get here to meet you when you got off the plane, but we were helping Dana and Jeff get moved out to one of your cabins."

Zena said, "Why didn't you just move them into the house. That would have been easier."

Mom said, "Dana wants them to have something private. Jeff said that if Dana will marry him, he will buy one of your lots and build their own home on it."

"What's Dana waiting for then?" I asked, as I had thought that's what Dana had wanted.

Dad said, "She being typical Dana, now that she's getting what she wants, she has to make you beg to get her to go along. You should know how she is, Tom. She's always been like that."

Mom added, "Your house has some visitors there anyway. You could be in for a surprise. Zena, your girlfriends were all laid off from their company because of the business downturn. They were all afraid of being homeless so they have moved into your place. They have another girl with them that has lost her job as well, so don't be shocked. You have two of the four bedrooms used by guests right now."

Zena said, "Well, they can stay as long as they need to. Tom and I will help them get jobs too. We'll figure it out, I'm sure. Who is this other girl they have though?"

Mom said, "Her name is Shannon. She's a tall redhead, a real good looking young lady."

Zena began laughing, "Shannon, wow, that's the bartender from The Office. Wonder what happened?"

Dad said, "I heard the bar closed because business had slowed down so much. A lot of lounge type bars have closed, but most of the neighborhood places are doing well."

I asked, "So, Mom, how do you and dad like it living out at the park now?"

"Your father and I are enjoying it very much. We have so many new friends and I've become reacquainted with many people I knew from when Pauline lived out there. Your dad is more relaxed than he's been in years and has a bunch of cronies to have a beer with in the evening, fish with, and he's even been playing a little golf."

"That's really good," I said. "It's nice you two live right down the lane from us. You know that Zena's mom and dad expressed interest in buying a lot from me as well. If Dana and Jeff get one, and Martin and Zora get one, that's all there is. The other two lots with the cypress swamp are too nice to fill in for houses."

Dad said, "I'm glad you're keeping the cypress stand. It's really the way old Florida has always been. You have to fight off the raccoons and the possums that want to get into the garbage, but it's nice to have the little paths back to the little pond in there. I'm always amazed that those peacocks Pauline got twenty years ago have thrived and multiplied. It's kind of neat the way they just wander around the park, but come back to roost in the cypress stand at night. Williams bought some wild turkeys and let them go in the swamp area, so we'll be seeing them pretty soon."

Back at the park, dad let us out in front of the house. As Zena and I got out of dad's SUV, little Joanie came running down the stairs to jump up on me, happy we were home.

We were finally able to get our stuff inside the house and get our clothes off. As soon as we were out in the living room, Margaret, Betty, and Shannon joined Zena and me with a "Can we talk" look.

Margaret said, "We should have known it was coming, but they let our entire department go the Friday before your wedding. We didn't want to tell you about it then and when we started figuring out our bills we decided we needed to take some drastic action. We thought you two might not mind if we stayed here for a bit, so we moved lock, stock, and barrel the last day of the month so we wouldn't owe any rent. The complex even gave us our deposit back because we painted the apartment so that it is ready to be moved into."

Shannon was sitting in a chair by herself and said, "And that brings this conversation to me. The bar closed the Sunday after your wedding. I was living in the apartment upstairs with the owner's daughter. She said good luck and took off, leaving me only the rest of the day to find a place. I knew you had moved out of your place, Zena, so I thought I could share a place with the girls. They told me their situation and offered for me to join them out here until I could get on my feet. I have some savings and could get another place, but jobs are scarce right now. Joanie likes to bunk with me, so if you don't mind, I would like to stay a while. Anyway, I love this place; it's so open and free. Everyone around has been coming by saying they were going to help us all find jobs."

Zena, assuming the position as the mistress of the house, said, "You are all welcome to stay until you have jobs and get settled. Everyone but Shannon knows how Tom and I are, and that we are not shy about showing our affection to each other whenever and wherever we are. Just relax with us and enjoy your time out here. Thank goodness it's Saturday and we have the weekend to relax before work Monday."

It was getting to be lunchtime, so we scrounged around in the fridge to find enough lunch type stuff to feed us. With six of us, it was going to take some extra food. After lunch, Zena and I took a walk down the lane to see dad's new place. We found Gerald and the swollen June out in their yard. Mr. and Mrs. Williams were on their porch and waved.

There were two big lots between them and dad's place, so I asked Zena, "Do you think your mom and dad might really come down to stay?"

Zena said, "They have been talking about it and would love to be neighbors to your mom and dad. They said there would be just enough distance between our place and theirs so we wouldn't be too close to each other. Dad said he might put in for early retirement as his company is trying to give some people early outs. He says there are opportunities down here if he wants them and needs to work."

"Well, with Dana and Jeff wanting a lot, plus your mom and dad, that's all of them. It will be nice to have our families all out here together. Too bad your brother doesn't enjoy the lifestyle."

Zena smiled, "One of these days he'll remember how nice it was when we were kids. He'll come to visit. I'm pretty disappointed he didn't come for the wedding but he said he couldn't miss work. He said his company was dumping anyone who got sick or even took vacation."

Mom was on their big front porch and waved for us to come inside. Dad was in the house, watching a car race on TV and nursing a beer. Mom got Zena and me a beer and told Dad, "Lee, why don't you turn that off and let's tell the kids about what Pauline planned."

"Oh yeah, good idea, it is time for that isn't it," my dad said, a little flustered. He shut off the TV and went to his desk and rummaged around in his file drawer until he pulled out a big file folder.

Mom took the file, opened it, and opened a letter in a separate envelope. "Tom, your aunt had always envisioned that you would live out here with her when you were out of school and before you married or settled down. She and I use to talk about how you were the one person in the family that fit this lifestyle more than any other was. You were also the one who spent every summer doing the odd jobs for Pauline that she needed to have done and working on the park grounds when they needed it."

"When you got your driver's license, Pauline used to have you do repairs at her rental places all the time, plus hauling stuff around for her. You were her main guy. When you went off to school, she was lost, but you still came home every chance you got even while in school. You were still her buddy, the one person she depended on. You did well taking care of her out here and the properties she had you work on."

Dad said, "Pauline wanted you to have a special wedding present and wrote in her will that you were not to know until you were married. Loraine, let Tommy read the letter."

Mom handed me the letter, handwritten on thin onion paper.

My dearest Tommy,

Even though you're not my own son, I often feel as if you are. You've shown me the love and respect that many mothers would never receive.

I've enjoyed having you with me these many years out in the camp, now a park. You've grown to become a beautiful, responsible man that is willing to give of himself.

I know my time is short now, but I want you to have my cabin, which you already will have when you read this. I want you to have something special when you get married, as I know you are going to be picky and won't find a mate easily. It will take a while.

You are now the owner of all my residential and commercial properties. It may take all of your time to manage these, but I'm sure you are capable. The income from these properties will have been used for upkeep, taxes, and management fees, so there won't be a lot of cash to start. This is my wedding present to you, Tommy. You are my sole heir. You are my sister's precious son and my precious nephew. If you use your gift from me wisely, you will enjoy your family around you for rest of all of your lives.

Be a good man, Tommy,

Love,

Aunt Pauline

Zena was holding my arm as I read the note with tears in my eyes. My aunt had been a special buddy to me. We did share a lot throughout my youth.

When I looked up, mom said, "You're going to need to take some time off to visit these properties and decide how you will manage them. Your dad and I messed with the residential properties while the market was so high. We sold all of the houses and invested the additional cash in commercial buildings that were a good deal. Most of the commercial real estate didn't jump up in value, but remained relatively constant."

Dad added, "The management company that takes care of the properties is very well known and has a great reputation. You work for it."

Zena clutched my arm, "Wow, you not only are an employee, but a valued customer. Wait till Bert hears this."

I thought of the situation a few minutes then said, "This doesn't really have any effect on our day to day lives. It's something that is there. It's something that we have but we don't need to do anything with right now. I think I'll do just that. I'll leave it be until I can learn more about the property and what it's going to take to handle it."

Dad said, "That's a smart decision, Tom. Your aunt would be proud of you. Take your time, gather the information you need to make a decision, then decide."

I asked, "Do I need to do anything with lawyers and such?"

Mom said, "No, I've already given the attorney a copy of your marriage license so he has already done everything necessary. He might call you in to sign checks for things, but other than that, there is nothing to do."

I stood up and said, "Thanks, Mom and Dad. I think I'd like to take a little walk. This has been a busy day so far."

Zena and I walked down to the lake and made our way back to the little bench next to the plaque under the big oak tree. We sat on it a few minutes, holding hands and thinking of our lost friend.

Zena said, "Your aunt has been gone a long time and she's still talking to you. I guess it's only reasonable that Bee still talks to us too. Today is like a defining point. Something, or lots of things, has happened that are going to change our lives in some way. I can almost see Bee smiling at us with that smug look. It always looked like, 'I know what's going to happen, enjoy.'"

We got up, went into the house, and were surrounded by our friends. Maggie said, "How about we go swimming, then we'll come back for dinner. I have a big pot roast in the oven for later."

Joanie said, "Come on, let's go swimming, I want to show you how well I'm swimming after all the lessons I've been taking."

As we walked down to the pool, Shannon walked hip to hip with Zena, as if drawn to her like a magnet.

We splashed and played in the water with a bunch of kids. We played keep away with a ball for a while, and then we batted the ball around in a form of water beach ball or oversized softball. When we were finally winded, we all took a shower and dried naturally as we walked back to the house.

Hairbrushes came out and I did Zena's while she did Shannon's. Joanie was next, as she wanted me to do her hair. After all our hair was combed out, we began on some drinks Joanie made. Shannon and Joanie were the two experienced bartenders among us, so they were able to make just about anything. Shannon promised to make us all some special shot drinks after we made a liquor store run.

Betty came in to talk with me about the bed and breakfast rooms. She said that she was going to need another person to help her, as the rooms were beginning to be completely full. She said that Mrs. Peterson, who was doing the breakfasts, would probably need help too as most of the cabin families wanted to eat with us as well.

Betsy was first, "How about all of us help Maggie do the housekeeping for the B&B rooms and the cabins, then we can help with breakfast and lunch. We'll still have plenty of time to interview for jobs and if we have a morning appointment, someone will take up the slack."

The girls were all for it. Maggie suggested, "Pay us what you pay Betty and Mrs. Peterson, and we'll pay you rent. That ought to even it out. I don't want to sponge off you out here, so it will make me feel better."'

Joanie said, "I think I have a job at a little bar up the road. They needed a barmaid from six in the evening till around three in the morning. They pay forty dollars a shift plus tips. The bar isn't bad, just a bunch of locals. The owner said that he hasn't had any problems that required cops in over five years."

Shannon said, "Working beer bars is brutal. Lots of smelly men that get silly as the evening gets on. Are you going to be able to handle that, Joanie?"

"Sure, I've done it before. I'm a pretty tough little girl when I need to be. Besides, every guy wants to treat me like their little girl or little sister."

We made Joanie promise that if she didn't like it she would just stay home with us until office jobs opened up.

Betsy and Maggie had a plan to go back to school to become registered nurses. They felt they could finish within a year with the hours they already had. Betsy said, "You know Joanie has her degree in education, but she doesn't want to teach unless it's either in elementary or high school."

Joanie said, "Teaching would be fun, but they keep trying to put me in junior high school and those kids are a pain in the ass. Because I'm small they think they can walk all over me. The school prohibits me from disciplining the kids, so I'd rather not teach at all if that's where I have to be."

Shannon said to the girls, "I feel like a sleaze. I took a secretarial class to learn to be a legal secretary but the first interview was with some guy that was trying to get me to have a drink with him after work. That's not what I wanted, so I took the job at The Office instead."

I asked, "So what's the deal with The Office. Did they file bankruptcy or reorganization or what?"

"No, Rita, the owner said she was going to dump the whole thing for the price of the license and inventory," Shannon answered. "She didn't want to try to make ends meet anymore."

The Office was a great after work bar. It was always a joke that some guys could use the excuse that he was at The Office. I knew the bar well as I went there most evenings for a beer or two before heading home. I had stayed till almost eight once, but that was because a bunch of guys were celebrating a promotion. Thinking about the bar held my interest, but only related to the afternoon and early evening, and gave me an idea.

I asked, "Do you think the place could open at one or two in the afternoon, then stay open till seven or eight in the evening and make it? The business is from all the downtown and business park businesses. No one just drinks for lunch and most people are gone by seven or eight."

Shannon sat up saying, "You're right, Tom. The place was a ghost town after eight. Everyone came in for an after work drink, listen to some music, ogle the girls, then go home to momma and the kids. The younger crowd would leave early too, as they had things to do and places to go."

I gave my opinion, "If the place was only open five days a week instead of seven, and was only open from like two to eight, then you would need only one shift of workers. You could mess with the time a little for workers and open hours, so the bar workers could clean up to be ready for the next day's business before going home. If you cut the hours and payroll down, I'll bet the place would do better than breakeven. They used to have a kitchen, so they should be able to serve some hot snacks. That would bring in some good revenue as well."

Zena asked me, ""What do you want to do, go into the bar business? Do you have enough saved to do that?"

"I don't know, but it would be worth checking out. Shannon, can you get me together with Rita to talk about it? The other thing is, if this looks like a workable deal would you run the bar for me and still be the bartender?"

Shannon frowned, "You want me to run the bar? What do I know about running a bar?"

"I'd bet a lot. The biggest deal is to keep the proper amount of inventory and to keep honest employees. The rest should be easy, a bunch of bookkeeping, that we'd have an outside company do."

Betsy said, "Over my deflated tits, an outside company. I'm a damned good bookkeeper with damn near an accounting degree. I'll take care of your books and I do know about bars, as I was in the department where we worked on all the bars and lounges."

I looked at Zena and said, "Well, we want to get everyone employed, I guess we'll get it done by going through the back door. Everyone will work here and in the bar. We should be able to handle it."

Shannon got up and used the phone in the kitchen and waved at me to come to the phone. She held her hand over the mouthpiece and said, "This is Rita, I gave her the idea that you might want to try the bar business but didn't want to spend a lot to get into it. Negotiate."

"Hi, this is Tom, is this Rita?"

"Hi Tom, My name is Rita Meyers."

"I understand that you wish to get rid of The Office."

"That's a crude way to put it, but in a way you're right. It hasn't been that profitable for me for about four or five months now. We never did have that much early or late business and it seems the costs to stay open are just too much."

"Do you have a long term lease on the building?"

"That's why I'm pulling the plug. The lease is coming up for renewal and the owner is making noise like he wants more money. The place might even be worth more, but I can't afford it."

"If I were interested, Rita, what kind of numbers are you thinking of?"

"Tom, the value is the liquor license and the inventory. There's not much there, but there's probably still four to five grand of inventory when we closed. Here's my deal, I think the license is worth around a hundred grand down in that area. The liquor is worth what it's worth at wholesale. The state won't let me sell partial bottles, so you get that free. The beer inventory is worth only bottles. If you don't open the place back up right away, the draft will spoil and will have to be replaced, so there's no value there. Give me a hundred for the license and whatever the inventory is worth and I'll give you the keys. You'll have to get your own insurance and make your own deal with the building owner."

"Sounds fair, but I need to run this by my attorney first. Can I get back to you early tomorrow?"

"Sure, call this number, it's my cell phone and the only phone I have. Oh yeah, the bar has a phone but that's pretty much paid for by the pay phones. Surprisingly, people still use pay phones at bars."

"Thank you for your time, and I will call you tomorrow morning."

"Bye"

I hung up and noticed that all the girls had migrated around the phone in the kitchen. They all looked at me as if to say "well?"

"Rita offered me the place for the price of the license and the inventory. If we can reopen quickly then we can use the draft beer that's there now, but we'll have to do it quickly. Zena, do you think Bert knows much about bars?"

Maggie said, "Doesn't make any difference, I know a lady that knows more about the bar business than anybody in town. Sandra Mahoney owns a couple of bars and restaurants, and she also owns the P-club. Let me call her and see if you can come down to talk to her."

Maggie used the phone for a couple of minutes and was grinning when she turned around, "Okay, she says she'll allow a swinging dick in her place this evening, but you have to stand the bar a round while you're there. Shouldn't be too bad, but it is Saturday night. Let's go before it gets late and the mean bitches start coming in. The leather ladies that wander in there late are tough and hard to handle."

We all dressed and piled into the truck to drive to the P-club. When we entered, the girls all crowded around me keeping me in the middle of all of them. Several of the women around the bar didn't look happy to see a guy, but stayed put in their seats.

A tough looking lady in her late forties came around the bar and waved us to a back corner table. I offered my hand to the lady who looked at it disdainfully, then smiled and shook my hand. I said, "I'm Tom Parks and I've come to you for some knowledge."

"I'm Mahoney, and I'm dumber than a box of rocks, so good luck on what you want to know."

"Ms. Mahoney, I have a chance or opportunity to buy an existing bar that just closed. My idea is to operate it fewer hours per day and definitely fewer days per week. If what I think is correct, the place could make a profit if I only opened during the peak trade hours."

"You'd be saving payroll, that's for sure. You would save some electricity but not much. What bar is this?"

I didn't know whether to tell her as she could swipe the thing right out from under me, but then so what, I wasn't in the business yet anyway. "It's The Office at the downtown business park."

"Oh yeah, I heard Rita might close. You're right though, the place only does business in the early evenings on weeknights. What did you need to ask me?"

"Since you've been in the business a long time, you would know what her liquor license would be worth. I have no idea, so I need to get advice from people who know."

She looked at me as if evaluating me and said, "Call me Sandy for right now. Let me think about that. I have a restaurant not far from there, and I know what that license is worth, but I have a package store in the back that does a drive through business. If you bought the license for seventy-five you would be stealing it. If you paid any over a hundred, you'd be a chump. You should buy it for about ninety, give or take a grand or so. You gotta pay retail for the inventory?"

"Rita said she would sell the inventory for wholesale."

"What kind of lease terms do you get?"

"No clue, Sandy, the lease is due for renewal and Rita says the landlord is making noise that he wants more."

"He can make all the noise in the world, but if you bug out, the man has an empty building that will probably be empty a couple of years from now. He'll deal. Anybody who owns property right now will deal." Sandy sat back in her chair and said, "If not, lease another place next door and move real quick. It'll cost you forty or fifty to outfit a place but it would pay if the rent's too high."

"You see the books yet?"

"No Ma'am, I didn't even ask because of the way I would do business."

"Fuck, I ain't no ma'am. I'm Sandy or Mahoney. If my dad's around, you call me Ms. Mahoney and genuflect." She laughed and said, "You can kiss his ring too if you want to suck up."

When I looked confused, Maggie said, "Mr. Mahoney has several lucrative businesses around town with no competition. You know like taxis, ambulance services, and tow trucks."

I still must have looked confused, because Sandy said, "He's a bent nosed Irishman that has more Italian and Sicilian blood in him than the guys in Brooklyn. He stays clean, but you don't fuck with my old man. You deal straight with him and he'll stuff a cigar in your mouth and slap you on the back. Fuck with him and, well, ah, do you to go fishing?"

"Okay, I get it. Well, I'm just looking for knowledge and advice. You've given me the answer I was looking for though. Oh, who would I buy insurance for the bar from?"

Sandy smiled big, "The Mahoney agency of course. Best rates in town. My uncle writes most of the bar business around. You need a jukebox; you need pool tables, games, call me. I got an uncle or cousin that can fix you up. I can also get you the best wholesale prices on liquor in town. They will help a new owner get started and everything."

I was dry and said, "How about I buy that round for the bar now. I could use a beer, and I'm sure the ladies with me could use one as well."

Sandy turned in her chair, stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled loud enough that it hurt my ears even over the country and western music playing. When the barmaid turned to see Sandy, Sandy yelled, a round for everybody. We've got a swingin' dick here that's feelin' generous. Bring us a beer over here first, though."

The rowdy ladies in the bar all began hollering and yelling. A couple came over to check me out and looked at the girls with me. One of the women said, "Maggie? You know this dude?"

Maggie said, "Sure do, he's my guy when I'm not sucking pussy. Bad thing though is that I have to share him with these other sluts."

Another lady said, "I know you, Zena, when did you turn dick crazy?"

Zena smiled and said while holding up her left hand, "A while back, but I got him by the balls now."

Another girl said, "Holy shit, Zena got married, and Maggie is claiming him too."

Sandy said, "You can probably stick around, Tom. The rest of these lezzies are gonna want to know what you got. Listen, stay in touch, especially if you go into the bar business. If you have some questions, I'll try to steer you right."

Sandy pointed at Joanie then wiggled her finger at her. Joanie came over and Sandy asked, "Heard you were going to work for Cowboy out in the country. You should have asked me, I would have hired you for here."

Joanie said proudly, "The place is just down the road from where I live. It will be convenient for me."

"I thought you lived with these girls out at the apartments?"

"I did, Sandy, or I should say we did, until we were laid off. We moved out with Tom and Zena until we could get good jobs again."

Sandy looked at me and asked, "Where is your place?"

"You know the Natural Naturist Park in north Hillsborough County?"

She nodded.

When I didn't say anything, she said, "So where is it from there?"

"It's there, I live inside the park."

Sandy sat up straight and said, "You live in a nudist camp?"

"I live in a naturist park. There are over two hundred permanent residents."

Sandy looked at the other girls, "You all live out there in a nudist or naturist park?"

Maggie said, "You should see it, Sandy, Tom has this rustic cabin that he's expanded to be a real nice house. He kept the outside rustic looking and added eight bed and breakfast rooms, complete with a kitchen and sitting area and even an atrium behind the main house. He also has a bunch of cabins for families to rent in the back of the property."

Sandy looked at me with squinty eyes and commented, "You're more than you seem, Tom Parks."

A waitress came over to the table with a tab and I paid her, plus I gave her a twenty for a tip, telling her to split it with the bartender. She smiled.

Sandy offered another beer, but I told her, "Zena and I just got back from our honeymoon this morning and I'm beat. It's time for us, or at least me, to get. Nice to meet you, Sandy, I'll be back in touch Monday for insurance and stuff."

Sandy said, "If you get squirrelly and figure out how to close this deal over the weekend, I can get you covered even on Sunday, so you could open on Monday. Like I said, I'll be happy to help get you started."

We left with the girls talking excitedly about the possibility of opening The Office ourselves. At home, Shannon wanted to talk to me alone, but I said that Zena would be a part of it as she was my wife now.

Shannon asked, "I don't want to rehire all of the girls we used to have there. I think we only need two right away, and if we need another, I'll hire someone I can trust. The other two girls weren't turning in their money right and I know they didn't share their tips with the bar back or me. If we need another bartender, I'll steal Joanie. She's good, just little. As soon as you get over that she's tiny, you realize she's a good worker."

We chatted for a few minutes then she said, "Rita is a night owl. If you wanted to try to make a deal with her right now you could. She's probably trying to figure out how to get the game guys to let her out of her contract, and then there are the jukebox people. They are from Sandy's people. They can be tough."

I was really tired but it was my fault, I had started this ball rolling. We called and Rita answered after the first ring.

"Hi Rita, this is Tom Parks again. I was able to talk to a bar and restaurant owner about the deal and he felt pretty positive other than agreeing that I could be profitable where you couldn't."

"So what kind of deal can we make?"

"Okay, I will be willing to take over your game, jukebox, and any other genuine rental contracts you have. I'll pay you wholesale for your inventory, but not any unpaid balances. I'll buy all my own insurance and make sure they will indemnify you from our contract date on. I will not be responsible for any previous employee problems or salaries owed. And last, the most important to you probably, I was told that I should be able to buy the license for right at eighty-five."

"Damn, only eighty-five? Who told you the value?"

"Does the name Mahoney mean anything to you?"

"Damn, damn, damn. If Mahoney said it's only worth eighty-five then I'll take eighty-five. When can we do the transfer? I want to book from this town ASAP. You know, take my money and run. You're getting a good deal, and I guess I'm getting a fair deal, so let's get it done."

"How about we do inventory tomorrow morning about eight. I'll bring an attorney to make a legal contract and some people to do the inventory. If you have to have cash, that's going to be a struggle, but I can give you a check that will be good by Monday noon."

"I'd rather have cash, but it is Saturday night. Okay, if the checks not good Monday noon, then we write in the contract, no deal or a dollar penalty amount or something."

"The check will be good. See you at eight in the morning."

When I hung up, the girls were all staring at me, then Shannon let out a whoop that started all of them hollering. Joanie was the first to say something, "If you need another bartender or waitress, can I work there. I'd love those hours."

Shannon said, "Ah, I have a special request. If you will have me out here for a while, I'd rather not live upstairs there if I don't have to. That place is scary at night."

"You live here as of right now, Shannon, we're all in this together. You are going to be the manager so let's make a plan on how many we need to do inventory."

I handed my cell phone to Zena and asked her, "Call Gerald first to see if he can go with us tomorrow morning. He knows about bar law and liquor licenses. He'll be good at what we need. Next call Bert and approach him on a short-term loan for a hundred grand. I should be able to get the money, but it won't be fast enough. With my aunt's property I should be way over."

I called Sandy Mahoney and told her that we were doing the deal in the morning and that I would need coverage starting then. She laughed, "You didn't let any grass grow under your feet did you. I thought you were tired."

"I am, but this is important for some of the people who live with me right now."

"You're a good guy, Tom. I'll help you and make sure Sean Mahoney is at The Office by nine in the morning. He'll do a binder on a bad check for me. Just tell him that I'll cover the check if necessary. I'll send over the game guys and the jukebox folks too. They'll all be there before noon. I might even drop by so you can give me some idea of what else you're planning."

Zena was talking to her uncle and handed me the cell. "Is this too much, Bert? I want to do the deal and it has to be fast."

"Not a problem, Tommy. I can get you cash if you want but your idea of Monday by noon is better. What I wanted to talk to you about is your aunt's property. You own enough property that you can get a loan against that for ten times that amount. I've been working with your aunt for years. When she passed away, I thought I would lose all of that business but I didn't, and now I know why. They were waiting until you got married. What a small world isn't it? Anyway, just write your check and I'll get money into your account by phone over the weekend. Call me in the morning to give me your bank numbers. Good luck on this, Tom, if you need help working a lease, let me help. I know the guy who owns that building. He can be worked. Call me."

Bert hung up and I sat back in my chair. "Okay guys, those who are going to help with the bed and breakfast, you're committed, the rest of you, please join us at The Office to do inventory and get ready to reopen Monday."

Joanie and Shannon suggested a nightcap, so they made up some kind of sweet drink that you knew was killer when you took a sip. It was dessert with a punch.

The girls all migrated toward bed except for Shannon, Zena, and me. I said that I was going to brush my teeth and lay down so Zena would hopefully join me soon. She smiled and gave me a kiss. Shannon almost acted like I should kiss her goodnight, but I didn't know her well enough to try that.

I lay down and was out instantly. I remember some commotion and Zena coming to bed, but that's all I remember.

I woke slowly, feeling groggy, but wanting to get up. I checked the clock and saw it was passing five thirty. I knew I needed to get up for something, but it eluded me for a minute.

"What?"

When I looked at the clock there was head on the other side of Zena, a redhead. That had to be Shannon, but why?

I slowly moved from the bed to use the bathroom and go start coffee. When I came out of the bathroom, I felt eyes on me and saw Shannon's eyes following me. I said softly, "I'm going to make coffee if you want some."

She smiled as her freckled face lit up the morning. It was a genuine smile.

I walked into the kitchen and began making coffee. Little Joanie walked in and wrapped her arms around me to get a hug. She is so short; it's like hugging a ten-year-old. Some ten-year-olds were probably taller.

Betsy came in and got a hug, gave me a great big good morning kiss, and took hold of my swelling dick saying, "Too bad there's so much to do this morning. I could use a little of this."

Shannon came in to find Betsy holding my stiffening dick and asked, "Am I interrupting something?"

Betsy said, "Nope, I was just saying I could use a little loving from Tom, but there's too much to do this morning."

While Shannon was standing there still wondering about the forwardness of Betsy, Margaret came in and gave me a bone-crushing hug with a kiss that suggested "let's get to bed." Maggie leaned back and said, "I feel that thing banging on me. Why don'tcha just bend me over the table and give me a good one, Tommy. It'd sure help."

At that second, Zena said, "It sure would. But if you do one of us, you'll have to do us all. I know you can do it but we don't have the time. Hold that thought Maggie, and let's make some breakfast and get ready to go."

Shannon asked, "Is that how I'm supposed to greet or say good morning to the master of the house?"

Joanie said, "Nope, it's not required, we just all like to tease, Tommy. He can't help himself in the morning and he gets hard for us. He's embarrassed and we're satisfied that we've still got what it takes to turn him on."

Zena gave Shannon a hug and said, "We are all friends in this house. If you're not a friend, why are you here? Relax, enjoy us, and enjoy yourself. Tommy isn't going to attack you. Just ask Maggie sometime."

We fixed a bunch of bacon and eggs with toast before we showered and dressed to go to The Office. Just about time to leave, Gerald called to say he was ready and was bringing June. He said she could help do inventory, especially of the partially open bottles, so we had an estimate to start a business day.

We parked my truck and Gerald's Mustang in front of The Office and checked the door. It wasn't open yet, so we waited a couple of minutes until Rita came roaring up in an old pickup truck.

She opened the door, letting us all in and started turning on lights. She looked at Shannon and said, "You know how to inventory. Use the sheets from the office and do all the unopened stock. If you want to do the partials, get the sheets for those too and remember to number the bottles. When you get inventory sheets done, use the cost figures in the book to figure the value."

"Okay, Tom, is this your attorney?"

"This is Gerald Smithing. He does a lot of work for bar and restaurant owners. I think you will accept his work."

"Hey, as long as I get my check, I'll be happy. Tomorrow noon, right?"

"Yes, Rita, the check will be good no later than that but you might want to check it in the morning. It could be good when the bank opens."

"That would be nice. Let's make this deal."

Gerald used a table and began pulling preprinted sheets from his briefcase. He filled everything out with very neat handwriting as if it were script. As he made entries, he explained each entry to both Rita and me. When we were through with all the forms, he called June over and said, "We need you to witness these signatures and I will notarize all of them. Rita do you have any identification with you? We'll also need the liquor license so we can enter the registration number for the release."

Rita asked, "How are they going to operate under the license before they are approved?"

Gerald said, "As an officer of the court, I have to hold the license until Tom's approval, but he can operate with my supervision until then. If you'll look at this form, this is where I am the officer of the court to supervise the license."

We signed everything and Gerald said; "Now, Tom, you need to write Rita the check for the license."

By the time this was complete, the girls were done with the inventory. Shannon came up with the sheets and Gerald asked, "Have the counts been verified by at least one additional person?"

Shannon said, "I counted them first and entered my number on the first sheet and June counted them second, and Joanie counted a third time. We have three counts that agree. This is the adding machine tape that I made when totaling the sheets."

Gerald looked them over and showed the total to Rita. "Does this look accurate to you?"

"Actually, it looks like a lot more than I thought I had. I'm good with the number," Rita said.

Gerald said to me, "Tom, write Rita a check for the inventory."

I wrote the check. Gerald had Rita get her sales tax logs so we could take care of any taxes or fees due. He went right down a checklist and when he came to rentals, games, and jukeboxes; Rita had the agreements ready. She showed everything to us and we wrote an agreement to assume. Rita had a service contract on the bar point of sale system, which was good, and an agreement for the coolers and ice machine.

Last, Gerald had her show us her lease with the building owner. He wrote the lease assumption for the four months remaining, noting that we had to give ninety days notice before canceling the lease. The good part was if we did not renew the lease, we went month to month with only a three percent increase per year.

Gerald had two neat stacks of paper and pushed one stack toward Rita saying, "That's it. You've unburdened yourself of the bar and saddled my good friend with what I hope is not an albatross."

Rita said, "Me too. I wish you luck. You'll need it with all the layoffs down in this area. Hopefully, you can entice some of the middle manager types to come in. Well, I'm going to get out of Dodge. I've just about finished packing and as soon as I can convert these checks to American Express checks, I'm out of here. See you, Shannon, you were a good employee. Thanks for helping me sell the place. Good luck, Tom, I hope you know what you're doing."

As soon as Rita left, June came up with the partial sheet inventory. She pointed out that there was about three grand in drinks within the bottles that were already open. They checked the draft beer and we had several full kegs so we would be able to operate for a day or so easily.

"Hey you slobs, the doors are wide open. Anybody can just walk in."

It was Sandy Mahoney. I yelled back, "You're right, just anybody and anything can walk in."

Sandy spied Gerald and said, "Hey, Gerry, what are you doing here?"

"I'm acting as Tom's lawyer and helped with the contracts," Gerald said.

Sandy said, "Tommy, Gerald is the best. He knows the bar and restaurant business backward and forwards. Hell, you don't need me with him around. But I gotta know, how much did you have to give for the license?"

I looked at Gerald to see if I should say and he just shrugged his shoulders. I said quietly, "Eighty-five."

"Holy shit, you thief, I told you ninety to ninety-five and you got it for eighty-five. Good going. You might make a bar owner yet. Let's take a look at what you have."

We looked over the cold storage room where the kegs and back stock of bottle beer was kept and we looked at the kitchen that had been closed for a month. I mentioned that I wanted to be able to sell some hot snacks, but nothing too elaborate. That's when Sandy opened the freezer. The freezer was jammed with just what I wanted to sell. Appetizers of all types ready to be cooked and served. I asked Shannon if she knew what was in the freezer. She went to the office and brought an inventory sheet that was less than a week old. She said that Rita had ordered a bunch of inventory just when she had decided to stop cooking. Rita had asked for a new inventory in order to get a return on what she had.

Sandy said, "Make up a temporary menu, using what you have. I'll give you some suggestions when you get your freezer emptied out a little. If nothing else take something like these little egg rolls that you have and give them away. Soak 'em in Soy sauce so they will be salty and require more beer. You need to give away salty popcorn or peanuts too. Anything that a drinker can snack on and get thirsty at the same time."

She looked around and said, "Does the redhead come with the bar or what?"

I smiled and said loud enough for Shannon to hear, "I wish, but she is going to work as the manager of the place. Ask her a question and she usually has an answer."

Sandy asked Shannon, "You have bowls for popcorn or peanuts?"

Shannon said, "Sure, we have a bunch of various sizes of wooden or plastic bowls that look like wood. What do you think, Ms. Mahoney, should we use big bowls for popcorn?"

"Any size, Honey, just keep them full and make sure the popcorn is fresh and salty." Sandy looked around then went back out to the lounge area. Some guys that looked like they were out of an old gangster movie were standing waiting for us.

Sandy smiled and said, "Sal, when are you going to learn how to dress like a Florida guy. You're not in Brooklyn anymore."

"Sorry, Ms. Sandy. I went to church and haven't changed from my suit."

"That's fine, Sal, tell me about the contracts you have for this place."

Sal had some papers that he referred to, "They only have three bar game machines and the four electronic games in the back. They have four dart games and no pool tables. They don't bring in much money and we could probably pull the dart games without anyone noticing. They do have a top of the line music box with good speakers and a remote control. The music and bar games are paying and two of the electronics are paying."

Sandy said, "Okay, pull two of the dart games and swap out the two electronics that aren't paying. Bring in something nerdy. This bar gets a lot of office computer people trade. Make sure you keep the music fresh and do a test of music types. Now, this bar is going to be a limited hours place. They're going to open about two and close by seven or eight. That means your risk is a lot less, so the bar's take should be higher and you can use this place to test out new games and music if you want. I'm sure they won't give you a hassle to experiment a little."

Sandy asked, "Got anything for cubicle rats that's exciting?"

"No Ma'am, not right now, but I'll check to see what we can get and make some trades."

"These people need a first rate popcorn machine. Bring in one of those big ones you couldn't sell last year and give it to them. Give them fifty pounds of popcorn and a bunch of oil. Make sure they know how to use it and make them order a fill in and keep them current. Oh yeah, find a new outfit for peanuts. The one's we've been getting aren't salty enough and they're not cooked right. Check that out, okay?"

"Yes Ma'am. We can do that. We'll deliver the popcorn machine and do the game swaps Monday morning if we can."

Sandy saw her cousin had come in and told him to come write some insurance. I pointed him at Gerald and told him that the only thing he needed me for was a check. He smiled and went away with Gerald.

There was a slick looking guy with a fancy briefcase that was waiting his turn. Sandy said, "This guy is Ralph Bennett from the liquor distributors. Can I see your inventory sheet to see whether he can beat your prices?"

Shannon gave Sandy a copy and took a sheet from Ralph and checked them down the line. "Not bad prices here. Ralph, you're going to have to get a sharper pencil or I'm going to change vendors. Fix the prices Ralph and bring them to me next week. Right now, Tom can use his regular delivery guy until you get sharper."

Ralph began to grumble saying, "Your dad said you were supposed to always buy from us, no matter what."

"Bullshit, Ralph, my dad is in business to make money, not to make you fat. Sell to us at the best price and you get my business. If you're higher, I'll buy from whoever is cheaper. If Dad finds out you're screwing us, I'd hate to be in your shoes."

That shut the guy up and he said, "I'll get better prices and see you by Tuesday."

"Make it by Monday, tomorrow, and make your prices at least three to five percent less than this sheet. Now go get it done."

Sandy turned to me and said, "Stick with me, Tommy, and I'll show you how to deal with these guys. They're all family but they have to give us a good deal. We make money the hard way, we all have to earn it."

We sat down at the bar together and Sandy said, "Well, Tommy, I think you're ready for business. Just get the word out Monday to as many buildings in the area as you can. Go to Staples and have some flyers printed up and hang them everywhere. Don't change the name yet, because this is how people know you. Say something like free snacks and drink specials from three to seven. Serve the specials the whole time so you don't get confused on prices, but make them cheap so they buy more."

Shannon was showing the girls a new uniform that she had when Sandy saw it. "Do you wear sexy stuff here?"

Shannon nodded yes. And Sandy said, "Good idea. Say on the flyer new, sexier uniforms. That will bring in the guys and even the girls from my place. At least you're not going to be open late. I'll get 'em after they leave here."

Shannon said she could only get hold of one of the girls that were waitresses before, and she was thinking we might be busy if we handed out flyers. She asked if Joanie could come to work, then it dawned on her, "Oh, can Betsy come, wow, she will destroy guys wearing the new outfit. She'll make a fortune. I have the bar back coming early. I can have him take flyers to buildings around a four-block square. The last time we used flyers, we gave them to the mail room guys and they put them in break rooms and around the water cooler."

Sandy asked me, "Do you mind if your waitresses are gay? I have some hardcore babes that look nice and are out of work. They're respectful, but won't go home with a customer."

I said, "That would be even better. If they're a tease, guys will keep coming back to watch them and keep trying. The better teases they are, the more attention we'll get, they could be just like Shannon."

Shannon smiled, proud of her ability to string guys along for months.

Sandy used her cell phone and then told Shannon, "They will be here in fifteen minutes. I know both of these two and they are honest. They will help keep customers, but they won't go home with them. They might pick up a female customer, but they'll probably just meet them at the P-club."

Not thinking, I grabbed Sandy and picked her up giving her a big hug and a nice kiss on the forehead. When I put her down she said, "You're only the second guy to ever do that. The other is my Dad. You're all right. It was an honest hug. You know, Sonny, that I like women, not hairy guys with things between their legs."

Joanie heard her and said, "You would, Sandy, if you had this guy love you up. He's just wonderful."

Zena rolled her eyes so only Sandy could see her. Sandy said to Joanie, "I'm sure he is, sweet thing, but I do prefer pussy, probably as much as he does."

Sandy said, "My work is done here. Good luck Monday, tomorrow. Let me know how you did and whether you had to kick people out at seven or eight."

Sandy left about the time two very attractive ladies came in. They asked for Shannon and were introduced around. They looked at me and asked, "Do I work for you or do I work for Shannon?"

I smiled and said, "You will work for Shannon. I'm just a flunky."

Shannon laughed and said, "He's the smart flunky that just bought the place. He already has me convinced we're going to make this place work."

When they finished the hiring interview and had them try on uniforms, we did one last swipe to dust and shine the floors. The place looked ready. I said to all of the people there, "How about I serve the first drink in the new place. Anything I can't make, I'll get help." I looked at one of the two new girls and asked, "What'll you have, Ma'am?"

She smiled real big and said, "How about a Bud Light draft." Amazingly everyone had either a Bud Light or Bud from the ice-cold coolers. I mentioned that we needed to make sure we kept the temperature right where it was, just a degree short of freezing.

Shannon distributed keys to me and to Zena then put the rest into her desk drawer. She had everything for tomorrow in stacks, along with a handwritten list of things to do and that were supposed to happen. She smiled and looked up at me. "Thank you for having the confidence in me to make this place work. I'll do it. You may have to help sometimes, but I can do it."

We locked up and turned on the alarm before heading home. We were tired from being so excited. It was still early, only two in the afternoon. We decided to make a grocery store run so Zena began making up meal plans for us for the week. Once in the store, the girls were worse than a bunch of kids with their 'I wants.' We filled two big baskets and checked out, having to use my debit card to pay for all of it. Having four extra women at the house will be expensive, I thought to myself.

At home, we talked to Maggie and Betsy who we had left behind to help with the bed and breakfast. They had just finished the housekeeping and were sitting in the kitchen, drinking a beer. We all had a beer together filling in the two about everything that had taken place. When Shannon told Betsy that she was going to be a waitress, Betsy squealed saying, "Oh boy that's a license to tease. I'm going to have so much fun."

Little Joanie said, "I get to wear one of the neat uniforms too. We have to take it up tonight though so it will fit."

I suggested we go ask mom if she could fix it for Joanie. Because I suggested it, we had to immediately go down to mom and dad's to ask. Mom had a good time fixing it up so that it made Joanie have some cleavage. She was just too little. Joanie said in a soft voice, "I've just about saved up enough to get tits and then I get laid off. Just a couple more hundred and I'll have enough. I'll bet with tits, guys and girls won't ignore me."

Mom gave Joanie a big hug and told her she was precious just the way she was. Joanie smiled big, enjoying the attention. On the way back to the house, Joanie said, "You know, my folks were never loving or gentle. They were either yelling or beating us kids. I was the runt, so I took more of the shit. You don't know how glad I was to leave. When I tried to see them at Christmas when I was away from home, they told me to just stay away. That's when Zena found me. She took me to the apartment and introduced me to Maggie. They both loved me up, then Betsy came home and I thought she would just eat me alive. We've been together since. That is except for Zena, now that she's married."

I said, "Well you four are back together again and it looks like you even have another."

"Shannon's cool," Joanie said. "She thinks she's pure lez, but she's just like Maggie. She looks at you and feels how we all feel about you and she's confused. I don't know about her, though. I think something bad happened to her. Find out what it was and you may have an answer about her."

The house was full. My sister and Jeff were there along with some of the neighborhood couples. Shannon was serving everyone drinks, telling them about how The Office was reopening tomorrow afternoon. Several people, including Jeff, promised to stop in for a drink. Dana said she would join him, as she had not been in there before.

I counted noses before I asked loudly, "Who wants a porterhouse. I think we have exactly enough." There were loud cheers and a bustle of activity as the girls began preparing stuff to go with the steaks. We guys got the steaks ready to cook and the grille going.

Funny how, even with the extenders and all ten chairs, there wasn't enough room at the table. We should have eaten out in the bed and breakfast dining area, but we would have had to feed the guests too. Somehow, everyone got a steak with a baked potato, and some fresh greens done in a little light bacon grease and a dab of chicken broth.

June made the comment, "You learned to cook that from my mom, didn't you?"

When I agreed, she told Gerald, "Tommy and I were almost the first mixed couple in the area. We used to go to all of the park's teen functions together. My mom and his aunt were the best of buddies. When we weren't at my house, we here at his aunt's."

Zena asked, "Did you and Tommy take part in the pre-teen and teen experimenting Tommy said went on?"

As I turned a little red, June said, "We were checking each other out when we were little and it continued right through high school. When was it, Tommy, the summer we were sixteen, when we got each other's cherries? As soon as we learned how much fun it was to screw, we went nuts. That I didn't get pregnant was a miracle. I know that summer we managed to do the deed at least twice a day."

I was kind of embarrassed for Gerald, but he seemed to be taking it all right.

June continued, "One time my mom caught us right when we were both coming like crazy. We couldn't have quit if we had to. When we were lying there all sweaty and gooey, she started applauding, then gave us hell for not taking precautions. She marched us over to Tommy's aunt and told Pauline all about her find. I don't think mom told dad about us being caught, but she said we were being disciplined for not minding. Funny way to discipline us though, they wouldn't let us go to any of the teen functions for a couple of weeks, but let us get together at either my house or his. We never missed a day. Our big love affair dissolved when I went to Florida and Tommy went to Georgia Tech. I found Gerald, but Tommy didn't find a partner till you, Zena."

Gerald said, "I got the better deal out of it. When June and I met, we clicked and we were in her room making love within minutes of us meeting. It was lust at first sight that has really turned out great. Now it's love all night."

Shannon asked me, "If you two had stayed close do you think you would have gotten together?"

Before I could answer, June did it for us. "We talked about running off to California together and all kinds of other crazy schemes. We knew that if we went off to different schools we would probably lose touch with each other. Our last night together, we agreed that we were free to be ourselves in college with no strings or guilt attached. How did you feel, Tommy, you never did tell me?"

"I knew we would have trouble keeping up a long distance relationship. It was sort of destined though, because you and I could be a couple here, but not outside the gates of the park back then. Remember the time we went to the movies and I had to kick that kid's butt. And the time we went to Steak and Shake was the worse. None of the waitresses would wait on us, so the manager finally was the one to take our order and tend to us. I think you and I knew it wouldn't work then. When you left for school, I was in a funk for a few days, but do you remember Janet, the girl from Oklahoma?"

June said, "Sure, we were friends that whole last summer."

I continued, "Well, Janet hung out with me and we ended up fooling around. She had a boyfriend here but we played nearly every day. She said she was trying to help me get over you and take up where you left off. She left the next week, and I left for Georgia Tech."

Joanie asked, "Why Georgia Tech, with Florida, Florida State, Miami, and USF so close, why Georgia Tech."

"Two reasons, Joan, first Georgia Tech has a great school of architecture and second, they gave me a full academic scholarship including housing, books, and fees. None of the Florida schools offered much, but an out of state school hooked me and reeled me in."

June added, "Tommy was second in our high school graduating class. You would think that Florida would have snapped him up. Tell them how you finished at Georgia, Tommy."

I was a little embarrassed to say but I said softly, "Someone made a mistake and said I was third in our graduating class, but first in the school of Architecture."

Gerald said, "June used to tell me all the time about your grades, Tommy. It seemed like she knew more of how you were doing than she did of how I was doing. I almost had a jealous fit the week before midterms in our second year. June dragged me to the library daily and made me study as she said I needed the grades. I realized then that she paid a lot of attention to what I was doing. Since that time, Tommy, I've not been jealous. Watching the way you two interact with each other is a pleasure. You two are truly great friends."

Shannon remarked, "You're pretty open minded, Tommy, unusual for Florida guys."

After supper and doing the dishes, the guests all vanished to prepare for a new workweek. Our group was gathered around the big table talking about what Monday would bring.

Zena said she had some important client contacts the coming week and that Bert would want to go over Pauline's properties to see how they were doing. I had to go to the attorney's office to finalize the transfer of bank accounts and sign whatever papers would need signing. Mom and dad had made an appointment for me early Monday morning.

The girls decided together that Maggie would stay out at the park to help with the bed and breakfast. Mom was overseeing the housekeeping of the back cabins and she had two ladies helping her take care of them. It was decided that the bed and breakfast needed two housekeepers and two cooks. We would continue to serve breakfast and lunch to those who wanted to eat with us. The cabin people could opt in for meals or not. So far, about fifty percent of the cabin folks wanted the food option.

Shannon said she should be fine with Joanie as the second bartender and alternate waitress, plus the one girl who was coming back, Betsy, and of course, the two girls that Sandy called in to go to work. She said that the bar back was coming in early and she would have him chase flyers all over the neighborhood. She would need to be at the bar early to receive the popcorn machine and learn how to work it. She said she was surprised that Sandy was able to just tell the game vendor what to do. I told Shannon I would get her a signature card for the bar bank account so she could pay bills and pay for the liquor as it came in the door.

We all were sipping some nice white wine while we made our final plans for the next day.

Maggie said, "Now that you and Zena are back from your trip, Tommy, you need to take us canoeing again. I really enjoyed that." She looked at Shannon and said, "You'll really like how quiet and peaceful it is to just glide along in the canoe. It's really relaxing."

"How come everything centers around Tommy?" Shannon challenged the girls. "Don't you girls do things on your own?"

Betsy said, "We do a lot on our own, but it's fun to do stuff with Tommy. There's more to him than a dick. As a matter of fact, I haven't had any dick for far too long. Zena's been busy with him, and of course they were gone on their trip. But this is Tommy's house. He let us just move in and stay here while we find jobs, and now he's even found us jobs. Zena was our lover who found Tommy and fell for him. She's shared him with us from the beginning and has made love to us with him. It's kind of nice to have a guy like Tommy to make love to you while a girl like Zena is making love to you as well."

Shannon still looked a little upset about my relationship with all the ladies. "Tommy, you don't expect me to just let you fuck me do you?"

"I couldn't just fuck you, Shannon. It wouldn't be much fun for either of us. If we were better acquainted and were hot for each other, I would enjoy making love to you, but it would have to be a mutual desire, not one-sided."

"But you've let me move in, you've made me manager of your bar, and you didn't even say anything when Zena and I fooled around or when I slept next to Zena last night."

I laughed, "So, Shannon, because you get some free housing for a bit and because I gave you a job, and because I let you fool around with Zena, I now have the right to demand you give me a blowjob or a good fuck?"

Shannon's eyes got real big before she shrugged her shoulders, "You probably do have the right to ask that of me. That's life."

I got up and went over to Shannon and made her stand up. I took her into my arms and gave her as gentle a hug as I could. "Shannon, you and I may never be intimate, and that is perfectly fine with me. But, I want you and me to be great friends, outside of our business relationship. You and Zena can have your own personal relationship without including me. If you are going to be around though, I do want to be pals, friends, buddies."

Shannon shrugged saying, "Not fuck buddies, huh?"

"No, not fuck buddies."

Joanie danced up to us and held her arms up for me to pick her up. She said, "I want to be fuck buddies with him, do you mind, do I still get to work for you, Shannon?"

Shannon said, "I don't understand this house very well yet, but yes, you still have a job even if you like this guy to be around."

I announced, "Ladies, I'm bushed, it's my bedtime. Goodnight."

All the ladies except Shannon gave me a kiss with Zena saying she would be in very shortly and to not go to sleep.

I was brushing my teeth when Zena joined me to do the same. She had a strained look on her face, so I waited until we were in bed to ask her what was up.

"Honey, something's wrong. Talk to me about it, okay? Whatever it is, we will work it out."

Zena clung to me then said, "I really like Shannon and want to make love to her often. But I want us both to make love to her and I want you and her to love each other. She has some hang up about guys that she's not telling me about and she tries to separate you and me. Just now, when I was coming in, she asked me to come in with her and Joan so we could play. That would be fine, but I want to make love with my husband. I want our kisses and I want us to swim in our juices. When we're satisfied, I want us to go to sleep, connected. When I tell her what I want, she gets pissed and that hurts my feelings and makes me angry."

"Well, Love, you know I won't get between you and some fun with a lady, but I do want my time with you. I want to make love to you as often as possible and I always want you to be my first and last."

That earned me a good kiss. Zena became playful and soon we were reversed, giving each other some serious oral pleasures. We kept on until Zena was sitting on me, slowly fucking me while on top. I could feel her pleasure as she quivered and shuddered each time she came.

Zena's head did a double take, so I glanced the same direction to see Shannon with Joanie standing at the door. Joanie asked, "Can we come closer to watch. I just love to watch you two make love. It is the sexiest thing ever to watch."

Zena looked at me and I nodded. The two came over and sat cross-legged on the bed watching. Joanie leaned down and kissed me then gave Zena a very nice kiss. Shannon gave Zena a kiss but didn't even look me in the eyes.

Zena and I continued to make love until she said, "I want you on top, I want to feel you deep in me and your weight on me. Love me, Lover, make me yours."

We made love a long time. The voyeurs distracted me somewhat keeping me from coming too fast. Zena said, "Now I want you the way we began, so we can sleep connected the way I love."

Zena got on her hands and knees while I used some slippery stuff and lubed her up and slicked up my dick. Ever so slowly, I entered Zena gradually embedding myself in her completely. She moaned, "Oh Tommy, that feels so good, so full, make me come, fill me please."

It doesn't take much effort to make Zena orgasm and I was able to send her to dreamland quickly by slowly stroking into her while using a hand to tease her clit. The squeezing of her bottom was all that was needed to release a huge load into her. I could feel Zena relax and she coaxed me to lay down with us still connected. We kissed, saying loving things to each other and becoming quiet. Joanie was hugging Shannon and said, "Wasn't that the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

Joanie got up and pulled Shannon with her towards the door. Shannon continued to just stare at Zena and me as she was pulled from the room. Zena said, "I'll get her to talk to me about what's bothering her. She wants to be with us but she's afraid, really afraid of us together and perhaps you as a guy. I'll find out though and we'll get her to relax with us."

About two in the morning, I felt the bed move around a little, then a body snuggled up to Zena, spooning with her putting her back to Zena's front. As she snuggled into Zena, the newcomer took my hand and held it over a very full breast. This had to be Shannon. I could feel her heart beating rapidly as I gently squeezed the nice breast I held. The heartbeat gradually slowed and I could tell from her breathing that she was asleep. I was too sleepy to try to figure her out, so I went back to sleep.



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Chapter 15



I woke at six, realizing that my hand was still holding a foreign breast, and I could feel her hand along with Zena's on my thigh. Zena liked me to hold her and she liked to hold me. I wouldn't have thought Shannon would want that, but she obviously does, whether it's subconscious or not.

I gently kissed Zena's neck and slid from bed. It took me only a few minutes to shit, shower, and shave. Back in the bedroom, I kissed Zena, waking her so she could get ready for work.

As soon as the coffee was started, the other folks in the house began waking. Margaret was first, as she needed to help in the kitchen for the bed and breakfast. About the time she finished giving me a warm full body hug, Shannon came in and stood in front of me with her head down. She didn't say anything, but reached out a hand and placed it on my side. I took the gesture meant that she wanted a hug, so I wrapped my hands around her and gave her a gentle full body hug. When I let her go, instead of her stepping back and away, she kept hold of me for several seconds then raised her head to look at me. Instead of kissing her lips, I gave Shannon a soft kiss on the forehead. She smiled then hurried back to the bedroom again.

Joanie was her usual impish self and came in and straddled my lap. She was trying to stuff one of her tiny titties into my mouth. She was doing a good job of teasing me, getting me hard under her. She said, "Watching you and Zena last night had me so hot, I was smoking." Shannon sort of helped me out, but she was so distracted it wasn't all that much fun. I wish we had more time, because I'd love to walk bowlegged the rest of the day."

Betsy was pouring herself a cup of coffee and said, "You're just the horniest little girl there ever was. If you worked on one of those ranches out in Nevada, you'd end up the richest working girl ever."

"But I wouldn't get to play with who I wanted to play with," Joanie complained. "I like to play with you, Betsy, Maggie, Zena, and now even with Shannon. I love to sit on Tom's fat dick, but I love it more when he makes love to me. I guess I'm just going to have to find me a man, maybe a man and a woman. Hmm, I already have that. I know, I need more men."

My mom came in the front door and gave me a very nice hug and kiss. Shannon was coming into the living room when we were embracing and just stopped with her mouth open. Zena was following her and came up to mom and gave her a hug and kiss too. She said, "Hi Mom, come to see your kid off this morning?"

"Something like that, I wanted to remind him of the appointment with his attorney. I always like to say good morning to Tommy. That's the one thing I've missed since we had to kick him out of the nest. He was always good for a great hug first thing in the morning."

Mom noticed Shannon's trance and asked, "What's the matter, Shannon, haven't you ever seen a mother hug her son?"

Shannon said, "Not when they are both naked and the son almost has an erection."

Mom laughed and said, "The operating word here is "almost." Since he's young and a male he's usually hard as nails first thing in the morning. You just have to remember not to bend over in front of him, or any guy, under those circumstances. That's how I get Tom's dad wound up in the morning. I tease him real good and bend over to get something and usually get a very nice present for the effort."

Shannon covered her mouth with her hand, saying "Ohhh."

Mom had hold of Joanie by a nipple and said, "You have to learn how to get your guy, Shannon. If you tease them just right, they will do anything you want."

"And everything you don't want too," Shannon said, turning away.

Dad came in the door with his ever-present shit-eating grin on his face. "So, Son, did you remember you have an appointment with the attorney?"

"Yes Sir, and mom just reminded me as well."

Dad had walked over to give Zena a fatherly kiss, and was standing close to Shannon as we talked. As natural as ever, Dad just put his hand around Shannon pulling her hip to his. He said to mom, "We should have brought over some of those pancakes you made this morning. I'll bet even Shannon here would want some, right girl?"

Shannon's eyes and face were full of panic and fear.

Dad let her go and we could all see the panic in her eyes. Dad quickly said, "Shannon, I didn't mean to scare or upset you."

Shannon said, "I just have to get used to how friendly you all are. I even wanted a hug from Tommy this morning. When I went to kiss him and he kissed me on the forehead, some sensual kiss that was."

Zena said, "Well, now that he knows you want a sexy kiss, he'll be sure to give you one next time."

"Like I said," Shannon said with emotion, "I just have to get used to you guys."

Mom said to Shannon, "You didn't have any problem being nude with everyone, so why are you afraid or apprehensive about men?"

Uh oh, I didn't think that was an area that we should get into right then.

Shannon looked at mom then said, "Mrs. Parks, I'll tell you and everyone else that wants to listen. I grew up at my uncle's house because my dad was killed in a truck accident. My uncle had two older boys who were very mean, just like him. He terrorized my aunt and my mom, taking them both in front of all of us kids whenever he wanted to."

"When I was thirteen, he bent me over the table and took my virginity in front of his wife, my mother, and both of my cousins. No one said a word except the boys, who only said that they were next. They would have been, but my uncle said they couldn't fuck me until I was on the pill. He was safe as he had had a vasectomy."

"That day, my aunt and mom took me to the doctor and got me on the pill. They told me that I needed to help take care of the men in the family, as it was our responsibility. I can tell you there was never any tenderness or love shown. The boys would fuck their mom, and if she didn't make them feel good, they would slap her. They did the same to my mom and to me. When I was fifteen, I finally figured out that what they were doing to us was wrong so I took off, ran away. I told my mom what I was going to do and all she said was, "Good luck." I've never seen gentleness like you all show to each other. Mr. Parks, I'm sorry I acted like you were being mean. I was just afraid of you."

Mom was now holding Shannon and asked, "How did you live, what did you do then?"

"Easy, I lived on the streets. There were plenty of men who would pay to fuck a young girl. Then one day a tough looking lady took me home and taught me all about women. I liked that a hell of lot better than what I had to do with men, so I've been women oriented ever since, and have always been suspicious of guys. So far, Tommy's been perfect. He's never touched me improperly or even made a motion like he was going to. I even held his hand over my breast last night. I think he remembers because he gave my tit a little squeeze. I slept touching him and Zena all night. It was the best I've slept in a long time."

Zena and I looked at each other, and she just smiled at me. She gave me a kiss and said, "You better get going, you have an early appointment."

Shannon asked me, "Can you give me some money so I can get some flyers made up at Staples?"

I gave her a hundred dollars, hoping that was enough. When I was getting kisses from all the girls and mom, Shannon came up to me and gave me a very nice kiss. She said softly, "I want to be your friend too, Tommy."

Zena and I left at the same time and while walking out to her car she said, "Wow that was a revelation. Your mom and dad shocked her into talking. They are so loving; someone like Shannon just opened up to them. We may have a new friend after all. Hope you like freckle faced redheads, I sure do."

I took the Jeep this morning and enjoyed going downtown in the open car. When I went up to the attorney's office, I noticed several empty offices in the building and wondered why they were empty.

Aunt Pauline's attorney was a nice older guy that I had met several times while she was alive. He welcomed me into the office and said he had all of the paperwork ready in the conference room.

He had me sign dozens of papers and he had me fill out a bank signature card. While we were doing more paperwork, his elderly secretary went downstairs to the bank and filed the signature card with the head teller.

When we were done Mr. Misegades said, "You're my last client, Tom. I promised your aunt that I would make sure everything was as she wished it in her will. That you finally met someone and married was good because I have wanted to retire. Helen, my secretary for over thirty years feels the same. You know now that the building has raised their rent so high, most of the other tenants are moving out. By next month, I'll be gone as well. Here, Tommy, here's a list of attorneys for you to chose from. If you have any questions about any of them, call me. I'm going to retire but I'll still be consulting with several companies, including the one you work for. You know, Tom, you are a fairly well off young man now. Save your money and invest like your aunt did so you'll have an income for the rest of your life. I know you're levelheaded and won't blow your inheritance. You've done very well so far. Good luck, Tom."

Mr. Misegades sent me off with a new leather briefcase jammed with documents. He said the first thing I needed to do was to get a safe deposit box and put all the papers in it. I had the names of attorneys and the name of the accountant that my aunt had been using for her bookkeeping. I would need to contact that person soon.

I went downstairs to the bank to ask them if I could just use the branch out by the park. They assured me I could, but wanted me to get a debit card and order checks before I left. They said the checks would be delivered to the branch.

While at the Jeep out in the parking garage, I called Bruce to see if anything important was shaking. He said I was clear this morning, but that Zena had said she may need me later. I told Bruce I was busy with some errands but would call again later.

First things first. I drove back out to the branch bank near the park and rented a safe deposit box and begged them to copy all the documents for me so I could leave the originals and take the copies with me to study. Next, I wanted to transfer my personal account to the same bank, but keep a separate account for the inheritance stuff. They understood. I also wanted to open an account for the bar and found out some other things that I may have to do but figured that Gerald may already be doing for me.

I was given some temporary checks for the business and I still had the checkbook that was my aunt's. I was on the signature card, so I could use those checks if necessary. Before I left, I thought that I should check the balances in the accounts so I could make arrangements to pay Bert back.

The teller pulled up the amounts and wrote them on a note pad and handed me the sheet of paper. I looked at the numbers then looked at the lady. "Are you sure about these numbers?"

The teller rechecked the three accounts and said, "These are the correct amounts."

I wandered over to some chairs by one of the desks and sat. I looked at the sheet of paper again. There were three accounts. The checking account had two hundred and seventy four thousand and some change. A money market checking account had a million, seven hundred thousand and a savings account that had almost three million in it. Every thing together was over five million dollars. I kept thinking, that's million, as in six zeros. I folded up the note and put it in my pocket. I pulled my cell phone and called the accountant's number.

The man was very cordial and said he would enjoy meeting me and brief me on how my aunt used to operate. He told me to come to his office right away, as he didn't have any appointments till this afternoon.

The accountant's office was nearby, so it was only five minutes later that I was being seated across from an older man with thick glasses, who had a stack of papers for me to go over. He explained how she had kept her finances and how he and the bookkeeper were responsible for collecting rents and, with the attorney, worked out leases for the commercial properties. He said the properties were right at eighty-five percent occupied and as long as I kept the rents low, I should remain pretty full.

"You are a little heavy in your checking account right now and should probably transfer some to your money market account. Since there are going to be a lot of properties come available during this distressed economy, I would suggest you stay fairly liquid so you can take advantage of any opportunities. Do you have any ventures you might wish to do?"

I laughed, "Over the weekend, before I knew I had the kind of money that is available, I made a deal to buy a tavern or lounge type of bar in the downtown business park. The owner wasn't doing well, but I don't think she was operating correctly. Anyway, I was able to purchase her license and inventory and now I need to negotiate a new lease. If the owner won't make a deal, I'll find somewhere else. Anyway, the deal is excellent and should be successful. I have an excellent experienced manager that is excited to have the opportunity to make the place successful."

Mr. Perkins, the accountant asked, "The bar isn't The Office is it?"

"Yes Sir, it is."

"How are you going to change the operation that will help make it successful?"

I thought for a second to organize my thoughts, then explained, "First, I'm going to change the hours to do business in the afternoon and evening week days only. Today, we will be open from two until eight. We might be able to cut that back to three till seven. I wanted the hours shorter so we would have only one shift. It will probably remain two till eight, and that is only six hours, so we will have an hour prep time and an hour clean up by the employees. That should take care of most of the employee problems and costs. Next, I solicited some advice from a knowledgeable restaurant and bar owner who assisted me getting insurance and some more favorable terms on games, music, and is negotiating some better terms on liquor. We are going to open with a limited hot snack or appetizer menu that will bring in some additional revenue. Another idea I have is to rent out the facility for evening and weekend parties. Since there is plenty of parking, it would be convenient for corporate parties. I will do some redecorating toward that end, and work on promoting the idea."

"Who did you get your advice from?"

"Sandra Mahoney."

Mr. Perkins got a huge smile on his face. "You're just like your aunt. You don't know anything about something, but jump right in. You're smart enough to seek out the best for advice and help. Sounds like you're going to have a decent place. The bar business is always a gamble, but you're getting an easier start than most. How much did you have to give for the license?"

"Eighty-five."

Mr. Perkins whistled, "You stole it. What else did you have to pay?"

"I bought the inventory at the former owner's cost."

"What else?"

"That's it. Rita wanted out and gave me the partials, the entire equipment inventory, and a freezer full of food. I had an attorney make up all the contracts and do all the witnessing of everything."

"Who did you use."

"A friend of mine, Gerald Smithing."

"I know him. He works for the Forest Hunter firm. He's a good man."

"Did you have that kind of cash available?"

"No Sir, I borrowed it from my boss so I could cover the check I wrote by noon today. I did see that my checking account has enough to pay him back, so since this is an investment, using that capital should be all right."

Mr. Perkins said, "It's your money. You can use it any way you wish. You should probably set up some kind of salary for yourself from the proceeds of the estate."

"I think I'll wait. I don't need any personal money and I'm not quitting my job, so I think I'll just use the corporate money for corporate stuff."

"Do you wish to retain me as your accountant?"

"Why would I change? Are you going to change how you treat me compared to my aunt?"

Mr. Perkins smiled, "You do have to pay me quite a bit for my services. The bookkeeping service is not cheap, and your taxes are complex enough that they are not cheap. Keeping your properties in line with your attorney is a job in itself and again is not cheap."

"Can I get someone as good as you for less money than you charge?"

He looked at me real funny then asked, "You're serious aren't you. You just asked me if any of my competition could do what I do cheaper. Excellent, I like you. You don't beat around the bush, but you are your aunt's nephew."

"How about I keep everything status quo for right now? I have a lot to learn and unless something is broken, why try to fix it. Let me get settled with a good property attorney if Gerald can't handle it. Do you have any suggestions on attorneys?"

A couple, but you should see if you could get Gerald to work for you and get him in contact with me. We should be able to take care of you. You work for the management company for the properties, so I think you're set. Make sure you use Bert as a source of information. He knows his stuff. There is a lady I'd like you to meet. She was a good friend of your aunt's for many years. Her name is Veronica Highsmith."

I laughed and said, "I've already met her, but neither of us put together that Pauline was my aunt and that they knew each other."

"Veronica is a little strange, but very smart. She can help you with some purchase decisions. Use her."

"Thank you for you time, Mr. Perkins. You've been very informative. I need to make sure my new venture into the bar business is on track, so if we're done, I need to get going."

"Thank you for retaining me, Tom. I look forward to doing business with you."

I sat in the Jeep a second to review everything. I think I had taken care of what was needed this morning. I called Bruce to hear everything was still quiet. I told him I would be in shortly.

Before going to the office, I parked in our private lot at the bar and went into the back door of The Office. It was still only just before noon, but the girls were all dressed in their new outfits, looking at some new games. There was some quiet Stevie Ray Vaughn playing over the speakers. The smell of fresh popcorn permeated the whole place.

Shannon saw me and jumped up to run to me. Her eyes were sparkling with excitement. She grabbed my hands, looked into my eyes and said, "We're ready, we passed out a thousand flyers, have plenty of popcorn and peanuts, plus we have what should be enough of the sample egg rolls cooked. We'll put them under a heat lamp to keep them warm for the five o'clock crowd. Isn't it exciting?"

I smiled at her and said, "You look really nice in your new outfit. You probably need to find four more outfits so you all look fresh every day. You are all so attractive that the customers will want to see what outfit you're wearing."

The two lezzy girls were smiling. One said, "Boy, you sure know how to make points with the girls. Tell us we look good then want to buy us more sexy outfits. I'm for that."

Joanie was strutting around in her heels and altered outfit. She looked good and knew it. She looked like a tiny sexy adult, exactly what she wanted to look like.

When Betsy came out of the kitchen, I almost had a heart attack. I exclaimed, "Holy shit. Betsy, you need a chastity belt, Babe. One look at you and I just want to bend you over. That outfit should be illegal on you."

Her outfit let her boobs push up and out, just barely covering the nipples and then the waist went to narrow and before it flared for her hips and cute bottom. She really did look good.

"Betsy came up to me and gave me a peck on the lips. She tasted like lipstick, so I knew why the soft kisses. "I could just bend over the pinball machine, would that work?"

A young black man came from the back and asked Shannon something. Before he left, Shannon told him to wait. She introduced me to him saying,

"Tom Parks, this is Jake Signer, our bar back. He is really a good worker and can cook, keep the kitchen and place clean, and can bounce if we need him."

"Nice to meet you, Jake. Sounds like you're a Jack of many trades. Thank you for staying on with us."

The man looked at me a second and said, "Mr. Parks, can I talk to you a minute?"

He motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen where he stopped and turned to me. "Mr. Parks, Rita knows my background but no one else in here does. I'm required to tell whoever is my employer my history, so here goes. When I was eighteen I robbed a gas station and convenience store. I got caught, which was probably good, but I was sent to prison for five years. Thank goodness it was before the new law that requires ten years. Anyway, I did my five years and have stayed perfectly clean since. I have about a year to go on my probation, so I have to report to them monthly. They will call you to check up on me. I like this job and I want to stay, but I'll understand if you don't want an ex-con working for you."

"Stay clean, Jake, and I don't have a problem with you. I do want you to discuss this with Shannon though. She is your boss and whom the probation officer should talk to. Do a good job, they need you and we will make sure you're paid well for what you do."

"I'm paid fair right now, Sir, and I do want the job. The new hours will be good so I don't work so many hours."

"Well, since you were working so many hours, this cut in hours will hurt your wages. We'll adjust something so you make out."

"I wasn't working by the hour. I worked per shift plus tips. The girls all share their tips with me, that's how I make a good living."

"I see, Jake, there's a lot I have to learn about this business. Anyway, make sure you talk to Shannon, but tell her I want to keep you."

When we went back out to the bar, I said, "Anyone want a Subway?"

Everyone did, so I gave Jake forty bucks and asked him to get what everyone wanted and to keep the change. He wrote all of the orders down and vanished.

Shannon said, "He's smart, he'll call the order in so he doesn't have to wait. He's the best bar back I've ever had. He works like he's afraid he'll lose his job any second."

I told Shannon about Jake's condition, his prison time, and his probation. I told her that it was her decision, but I thought Jake could be a good employee for us.

"You're all right, Tommy. I don't know whether you have a big heart or whether you are just a good judge of people. I agree with you and I will definitely keep Jake. I won't let him know you told me though. I'll let him tell me the story himself."

Jake came back with the sandwiches and we all had some soda from the bar while we ate. Joanie had a big stack of large bowls out on the bar. She said she was going to begin putting them on all the tables filled popcorn. She said they were experimenting with how much salt to put on the popcorn so it would be salty, but not too much.

The vendor had brought in the large circus type popcorn maker with about a hundred fifty pounds of popcorn and several gallons of oil. He had given them a big bag of salt and a giant salt shaker as well. The girls showed me how you just filled up the hopper with the raw corn and a tank area with the oil through a funnel. The storage area had a beam that went across the holding area and the popper continued to automatically make popcorn until the beam was broken. Pretty neat.

I told everyone I would see them around five, but that I needed to go to work. I received kisses on the cheek by both lezzie girls and a couple of toe curlers from Betsy and Joanie complete with lipstick smudges. Shannon came up to me and gave me a hug, then leaned back from me with her hips against mine and said, "Thank you. Your mom and dad made me feel so good this morning. I spilled my guts and feel better about it. You and yours are not like my family was and I know that. Thank you for having me." She gave me a gentle kiss but really gave my hips a good rub.

I walked to the office with a hardon, thinking that Shannon was going to be better, with a healthier attitude.

Zena wasn't in, but Bruce was just getting back from lunch. When I asked for Bert, Bruce pointed at his office and gave me the hand motion of shooing me toward his door.

When I went in, Bert was contemplating some papers on his desk. He stood and stuck out his hand saying, "You are an important client, Tom Parks."

"That's nice, but right now I'm your employee and I'm here to give you back a hundred grand, plus interest. You saved my bacon yesterday."

Bert was sitting again and smiled, "My pleasure. Did you make a good deal?"

"I think so, and Sandy Mahoney thinks so. The bar will open at two today and stay open till eight. We might be able to tighten up those hours, but we'll see. I have an idea though. You can tell me what you think. What do you think about my renting the place out for corporate parties? We have a kitchen and could serve any kind of meal. I could modify the interior a little so we could have a stage area for either speakers or live music. What do you think of weekend corporate parties or even late evening parties?"

"Sounds good. You might be able to book a few. With money being so tight, if you make folks a good deal they might book more than you think."

I wrote out the check for the hundred thousand and said, "I owe you a favor. The check is still in my aunt's name, but I'm the account holder now. Luckily, she had an excess of cash in her working account."

Bert said, "You're accountant, Perkins, is a good one. Stick with him, he'll treat you right and is smart. His bookkeeping group is very good as well. They will catch a lot of stuff for you. So, are you really going to continue working for me?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I? The estate is the estate. I'm going to treat it as an investment and watch it grow. If we need some cash, I'll know where to get it, but I still have to work for a living. I'm sure Zena wouldn't have to work if she didn't want to, but she does. I need to work and this is a good job."

"So how are you going to handle the bar? A bar is very demanding."

"I have a manager. The bar is an investment. If it's successful, I'll squirrel away some more money. If not, I'll figure out another way to do something."

"Good thinking. You will need to pay attention to it though. You should be able to do that, being so close. I'm glad you're staying. You've got engineering shaped up now and you've got Zena running on all cylinders. She's really begun turning some big deals. Just keep doing what you're doing for the company and it will be good for both of us. Now, about your properties."

I asked Bert, "What do I need to know? I understand that I'm running about eight-five percent occupancy, which I think is probably pretty good for this economy. Unless there are some super deals, I think I can wait for desperate pricing to buy more."

Bert smiled and asked, "Do you know the biggest reason to wait?"

"I think it would be so the tax assessor reduces the valuation on the properties so we buy at a lower valuation."

"Very good, Grasshopper. There are other reasons too, but that's a big one. During a poor economy, business areas flex and change. What is considered great office space during a boom may not me so hot during a downturn or the next boom. I think we both need to wait and see. Hell, even Veronica has pulled back and is in a 'wait and see' mode. By the way, whatever you and Zena did with her was good. She thinks you two are special."

"Veronica's a case, that's for sure. I have some prints I want to look over real quick, so I should get after them. Thanks again for the loan. I'll buy you a drink at The Office."

"I'll take you up on it."

Zena was in her office so I stopped in to say hi. She was smiling about something. When I went in she said, "Did you see Joanie and Betsy in those outfits. They are outrageous. Joanie looks so adult, and Betsy should be outlawed."

"I saw them a little while ago and I had lunch with them."

"That's right, Shannon said that. You've made an impression on that girl, you know."

"I think it was mom and dad that did that. She poured her soul out to them in front of all of us. That seemed to help her a lot."

"It sure did. Now Bert has me working a bunch of properties that he says are yours. Did your aunt really have that much commercial stuff?"

"All commercial. Dad said the residential stuff was all sold off."

"The properties are doing pretty well and all seem to be in decent shape. I'm having maintenance review the older places to make sure we're not missing anything. The new buildings are all very nice, I just looked at four of them."

"I have a print I need to work on, then I think we can both go over to The Office to watch how it goes. We both need to spread the word so folks will come."

Zena said, "I'll pass through the departments and tell them to be sure to stop by. Did they get the popcorn machine?"

"Yep, and it's popping as we speak. I'm surprised you didn't smell it when you went by," I said, as I motioned like I was throwing popcorn up in the air and catching it in my mouth.

"I love popcorn, so I'm ready any time. Just say the word."

I did the print I was worried about, but it was done right. I even went down to engineering to tell them that they had done a good job on it. This was a big project for an important customer. I told everyone that there was free popcorn at The Office and that got their interest.

At four, I told Bruce I was leaving and suggested he stop for a beer at The Office. He said he would but couldn't stay. I told Andrea that she should call Veronica to get permission to come to The Office after work. She said she would call to ask.

Zena saw me coming and picked up her purse and turned off her office light to join me. We walked over to The Office and were surprised that there were so many people there. Shannon saw us and waved for us to come to the bar. She said for us to sit up there for a bit so she could talk to us.

"The flyers worked," Shannon said excitedly. "A lot of shift workers that get off at three came in, plus some of the construction guys that are working came in. This is a great early crowd. We need to do flyers often with some kind of specials."

I asked, "Do you think you want to start serving your snacks yet?"

"Soon, the people are scarfing popcorn like crazy and Jake is busy cooking appetizers. We're going to need a cook. No sense giving too many freebies out if we're selling appetizers."

Zena and I enjoyed an ice cold draft while watching the waitresses work the tables. They were having a good time and the crowd seemed festive. The new machines were being used and abused, but the dart games were abandoned. Sandy was smart; we'll dump those for more pinball or other types of games.

About five fifteen, the place was packed. This was like when I normally came in almost daily. The early folks began leaving, but the after five crowds grew. Shannon put out bowls of the appetizers and they seemed to stimulate sales of other types of hot snacks as well. I noticed the popcorn machine was really working hard to keep up with the demand.

Bruce and Bert came in and had a beer, chatted a little, and said hi to a bunch of people. The classic visitor was Andrea. She came in on a leash, held by Veronica with her long cigarette holder. Andrea was glowing, and Veronica had her superior look, complete with her shit-eating grin. They each had some drinks, Veronica allowing Andrea to sit on a barstool.

Around seven to seven fifteen, there appeared to be a mass exodus. By seven forty-five the girls were cleaning. When Shannon and Joanie made last call, the five guys that were still in the bar said, "We've had enough for tonight, but we'll be back tomorrow. Good night."

When the key was turned in the front door, the place became a beehive of activity. Joanie and Shannon worked on the bar while the four girls on the floor dusted, polished, swept and mopped. When Shannon was done with the bar, she walked through the lounge, checking the tables and booths, and went into the kitchen. Jake and Shannon came out and she announced, "Perfect. It's only eight-thirty and the place is ready for tomorrow. Jake, you did a great job in the kitchen. We'll get a cook for you so you can keep up with the other stuff. Okay, girls, lets divvy up and go home."

They all began checking out their tabs, double-checking their numbers, and piling money on the bar the whole time. Soon, Shannon said the registers were right, so they divided up the tips, and broke out Jake's share. I was surprised, as it looked like he was getting well over a hundred dollars.

While they were dividing tips, Shannon made up a deposit and the two cash drawer banks and said, "I'm ready, let's go home for supper."

I was impressed that Shannon had been so organized with the closing process. I shouldn't have been surprised, considering how she was prepared to open.

At home, Maggie had a pot roast warming in the oven. We all ate; saying that we would make sure Maggie got to see the operation so she would feel a part of that as well. She said she was fine, as there were some nice people at the bed and breakfast that she visited with.

Shannon, Betsy, and Joanie worked on the outfits for tomorrow, saying that they needed to tone it down on Betsy, but Betsy disagreed, she said, "Oh no, look at the tips I got tonight."

Zena asked, "So how did you girls do for the shift?"

Betsy was grinning and nudged Joanie, "Tell her, she won't believe you."

Joanie said, "We each had a two hundred eighty dollar day."

"Holy smokes," Zena exclaimed. "I'm going to start as a waitress."

Shannon said, "This is an aberration. The place was in a real happy mood. It was like it used to be when it first opened."

I commented, "It might be high, but don't you think it had to do with the mood you created with your outfits, the free popcorn, the free snacks, and most importantly, the flyer. Think about what you can have for specials and print up the same amount or more flyers, and do it again. Keep the offer fresh, just like you said you wanted to do with the outfits."

Shannon smiled and said, "It's worth a try for money like this. The usual is about fifty to a hundred. But that was working from eleven in the morning till one or two the next morning. We could just about open at two forty-five and close at seven thirty. I still have to be there most mornings for deliveries, but that isn't a big deal. I can use the time for interviewing too. I think four on the floor and two at the bar is about right, do you girls agree?"

Joanie said, "It worked tonight. Shannon, you've got the bar set up nice. It's easy to get at the booze and glasses. The bar flows really nice."

"You're a good little bartender Joanie, you obviously have some experience," Shannon said.

"I worked at a disco for three years while I was in school," Joanie answered, I learned a lot."

All of us felt like there was time for a quick swim and perhaps a few minutes in the hot tub. We relaxed after the swim, enjoying the hot bubbles that surrounded us. I was surprised at how docile the girls were. I had thought they would be pretty wound up from the first day at a new job.

Back home in bed, Zena was very aggressive in her desire for attention. She and I played with a passion until we both came deliciously. Instead of going to sleep, Shannon had come to bed with us and wanted some attention too. Zena and Shannon soon loved up each other while I slipped into the bathroom for a second.

When I returned, Zena had Shannon spread out on her back, gently kissing her body. Zena motioned for me to join her in her lovemaking, so I began with Shannon's perky nipples that seemed to be begging for attention. Soon though, I moved down Shannon's body to bury my face in her muff. There I let my tongue dance in and around her juicy center, and also danced with her protruding clit.

When Shannon put her hands on my head to hold me in place to continue her orgasm, she sat upright quickly and said, "You're making love to me, I thought that was Zena but she couldn't kiss me and my pussy at the same time could she. Thank you, Tommy, you are giving me a lot of pleasure."

When Zena and Shannon reversed roles, I continued to pleasure Shannon until she couldn't handle the intensity any longer. I just switched to Zena and felt her respond quickly. Zena and I both climaxed together again, then the three of us settled down to sleep with Shannon and me on each side of Zena.

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Chapter 16



I awoke at six thirty; thinking a little exercise would be good for me. After using the bathroom, I was getting ready to walk to the pool when Maggie came in from the bed and breakfast kitchen. She asked, "Can I go with you for a little while Tommy? We're caught up over there and I could use some exercise too."

Down at the pool, we swam hard for fifteen minutes and decided that a shower would be good. We were sharing a showerhead, teasing each other a little as we washed. Maggie had me as stiff as a board and was attempting to maneuver me into her when Mr. and Mrs. Franks came in. All I could think of was 'I'm going to get kicked out for sure.'

Instead, Mrs. Franks grinned at us and said, "I just love to play in our morning shower." With that said, she proceeded to get Mr. Franks very erect then turned and quickly had him buried in her.

Margaret saw the exchange, so she to turned and had me enter her from the back. She was so excited she was going off continuously until she just slumped against the wall. Maggie said, "Oh so good, Tommy, just right."

I didn't come, but I enjoyed myself a great deal. As we were leaving, the Franks were down to the short strokes. Maggie walked over to Mr. Franks and gave him a kiss and squeezed his balls while reaching between Mrs. Franks' legs to tweak her clit. That's all it took. The older couple began coming quickly.

Back at the house, people were up and around. Maggie went back to the bed and breakfast kitchen, where we all visited to get some pancakes and sausage that were the big items on the menu this morning.

Zena and I needed to get into the office, while Shannon wanted to be at the bar early as the music people were going to do some modifications today. Joanie and Betsy said they would come in around noon and bring Shannon lunch.

Before Zena and I took off, Shannon got me alone and thanked me for being so gentle with her the night before and for not expecting anything for myself. She gave me a sweet kiss and went back to the kitchen to see people off.

Zena asked, "Can I ride with you today, or do you have a lot of on site stuff today?"

"Nothing outside today, Babe. Let's take the Jeep and enjoy how open it is."

On the way in, Zena was telling me about how Shannon was becoming more of a lover than she had expected but that she had wanted Shannon to be ours, together. She mentioned that Shannon was talking more and more about how she felt about us as a couple and what we meant to her.

The office was busy today and when lunch rolled around, Bert said he wanted Zena and I to eat with him and a client. We were to meet him upstairs in the executive club.

Zena and I were being ushered in when we realized who the client was. Veronica was sitting with Bert, enjoying a drink when we walked up.

Veronica said, "How are the newlyweds? You two look happy and healthy. Bert tells me about how you bought a bar and came to be friends with Sandy Mahoney. I should tell you both that Sandy comes from, and with, a strange family. Her father used to be recognized as the local Don of all the Mafia type of families in the area. It seems that he has become what he wants everyone to believe as hundred percent legitimate, but I wouldn't cross him, just to be on the safe side. The whole family is involved in businesses that relate to the restaurant and bar world. Did you go into business with her, borrow money from her?"

"No Ma'am, Bert advanced me some money. I had enough to cover what I needed, but couldn't get to it at the time."

"Veronica," Zena said, "Tom negotiated a good deal for himself and us, and for no more outlay than the cost of the liquor license and inventory, was able to go into business immediately. You saw how busy we were yesterday evening, hopefully we can keep it up."

Bert told Veronica, "Tom said he wants to try to rent out the bar for corporate parties or other functions in the evening or on weekend days. I think he'll find that evenings may be out as most corporate events begin before seven-thirty or eight."

"That is a good idea, Tom. You'll have to find out whether that will be feasible as you go along. Good luck to you two, you will need it to keep the place open."

We had lunch and progressed to discuss a building that was due for nearly a sixty- percent turnover in lessees. Veronica wanted to make sure the new lessees were happy with their build-outs so the transitions would be smooth.

I offered, "Veronica, the build-outs should go fine. Work is not plentiful, so contractors and subs are going to do a first rate job. As long as we know exactly what a customer wants, it's my job to make sure they get it. I can tell you that I will personally be going over each plan and verify that any unusual wants are taken care of."

Veronica looked at me, "You know, Tom, I believe you. You are refreshing to have in the business. Bert and I deal with so many shysters and double talkers that we suspect everyone and every situation. It's nice to have you and Zena handling my business for me."

Bert sat back and looked at Veronica, "Whew, Veronica, that's some compliment to lay on someone. I don't think you tell two people a year they do a good job."

"It's the truth, Bert," Veronica stated. "Every lessee that Tom's worked with has been happy at their acceptance. Tom's done an excellent job. Zena sets them up and sells them, and Tommy takes over the build-out. Bert, you have a dynamic duo."

Bert laughed saying, "Now you two are being compared to comic book characters."

I smiled and said, "Thanks, but Zena is the one that sells the deal. We both make sure the customer is taken care of after that."

After lunch, Zena and I had some projects to work on and a little after five, we migrated over to The Office. Once again the place was packed. SRO, standing room only, and probably over capacity for about an hour and a half. Zena and I sat with some people from legal and chatted about whatever came to mind.

Around seven, the place began emptying and by seven forty-five, Shannon announced last call to a small group that was still at a group of tables. The person who was assuming the leadership role for the group said, "If you sell us one more drink, none of us will be able to walk out of here. Only one of us can still drive and he has to get the rest of us home. This is a great place, we'll see you tomorrow."

The girls had already been cleaning up tables and only had the four tables that were emptying to clean. Jake and a young black girl came from the back, saying the kitchen was clean. Jake introduced the girl to me, "Mr. Parks, this is my cousin, Jean. She's worked in a bar kitchen before and has some short order experience. Jean, this is Mr. Parks, the owner of the place."

The girl was nervous but shook my hand then blurted out, "Please, Mr. Parks, please keep me, let me work. I need the money so bad."

Trying to figure out why she was so nervous, I said, "First call me Tom or Tommy, please. Second, if Jake and Shannon say you you're doing a good job, I would never consider letting you go. Hopefully you'll be happy to stay here and work."

"Oh, I will, I will sir. I really want and need this job," Jean said.

Jean went to help the girls finish vacuuming and mopping the main floor, while Jake stood next to me. "Tom, that girl has had a hard time this past year. She was forced into a brothel down in Mississippi, but was able to run away. She's hidden from her people and supported herself while moving toward Tampa, where she knew I was after getting out of prison."

I was curious, "Why did she have to hide from her own family?"

Jake was nodding his head as he explained, "Down in the swamps, families don't put a big value on female children. Boys can work and bring home money, but girl children are considered almost a burden, they become chattels. As soon as they are big enough, not necessarily old enough, they are sent out to earn money for the family in the old fashioned way. If possible, they often sell a girl to a brothel in the area. The family gets some money, and gets rid of another mouth to feed all in one deal."

Jake paused before continuing, "Jean and I were always buddies when we were young. When I was old enough to work the fields, I was sent with the part of the family that were migrant workers. If I didn't earn enough for the day, I would get beat. I lasted a year, till I was fourteen when I ran away. I lived on the streets until I tried to rob the gas station when I was eighteen. So you see, life for both of us hasn't been that wonderful. Now that she's here, I hope she can have a good life. We both want to finish high school and with the shorter hours here, we will have the chance."

"That's nice you're helping her, Jake. Shannon can use you both, so enjoy working with Shannon and do a good job for her. She'll show you her appreciation."

"Thank you, Mr. Parks, ah, Tom. Jean and I will be the best bar backs and kitchen help you'll ever find."

We were all home having supper by nine. As a group, we did go down to the pool for some exercise and a short sit in the hot tub to relax. Shannon brought up our hours, "You two don't have to come to the bar every night. You need to come home here to relax and be with each other. As I get the bar settled down, I won't come in until around noon, while Joan and Betsy won't have to be in until one-thirty. I'm not telling you not to come in, but don't feel obligated to stay till closing."

I felt a little defensive so I mentioned, "Since the bar is my first shot at a business venture, I feel like I should be doing more that what I am. You've proven yourself to be a decent manager and have a handle on what needs to be done, but I do want you to use me when you need to."

"I'll need your help for a lot of things, but not necessarily for the day to day operation. I know that Joanie and/or Betsy will probably find other jobs, so I need to be on the lookout for waitresses. When the word gets out that the girls are making as much as they are for a short shift, we'll have a lot of people to choose from. Most places have a short afternoon shift from eleven to six or seven, then the night people come on at six or so, but they don't get to leave until after the bar closes and is cleaned up. Usually the bar won't close until three, so they don't get to go home till almost six most of the time. Our place is great, because with enough help, we have most of the cleanup done by the time last call comes. That's how we're getting out of there so early."

"Okay, Zena and I won't second guess you and hang over your shoulder. But you have to remember, we both are interested in you personally, so we have been sticking around to make sure you're okay."

Shannon gave me a hug and said, "Thank you, that's the nicest thing you could have said."

Back in the cabin, Zena and Shannon had already gone to bed. Margaret and Betsy were talking with me while we had a snack. Margaret was talking about an idea she had to open a restaurant in front of the park. She said if it could be done, a restaurant could have two sides, a clothed side and the nude park side. She said that with the size and population of the park, she thought it might support a restaurant. It could also include a small lounge as well. She felt that the public side would do well as the area was becoming so built up.

I told her, "Maggie, we'll have to work out what it would cost to do something like that and then take it up with Mr. Franks and the other council members. Sounds like a good idea, but in our present economy, it might be tough to make something like that work."

"Think about it, Tommy," Margaret requested. "I'll try to put some numbers together and drive around some to look at other restaurants in the area and check their traffic."

When I went in to bed, Zena and Shannon were cuddled together, with Shannon in the middle of the bed. I brushed my teeth and slid under the covers. I lay just apart from Shannon, as I never quite know how she is going to react to me.

Zena whispered, "Go on, you said you wanted more."

Shannon kissed Zena before she turned to face me. She looked nervous but reached out to touch my arm. She said softly, "Will you hold me?"

I gently took her in my arms and held her while she became comfortable. Soon our bodies molded together in a warm hug. Shannon pulled her face back from mine and looked me in the eyes, "This feels nice. I like this a lot."

She closed her eyes and moved her face towards mine, so I moved toward her and enjoyed a very nice kiss. The longer the kiss lasted, the more restless she became, until her whole body shivered. The kiss also had another effect. I had become very hard, poking her as we kissed.

Shannon pulled her face from mine and buried it in my neck and shoulder, pulling me into her firmly, feeling my protrusion between us. She released me and rolled toward Zena, "You go to him; you know what to do with him. Come love him, Zena, I think he needs that, he needs you."

Zena climbed over the two of us to get on the other side of me, putting me in the middle now. When we had moved around a little, Zena lay on my one side while Shannon was still on my other. The difference now was that I was on my back. Zena and I kissed softly, with the kiss becoming more intense as it continued.

I could feel Zena reaching across me, holding Shannon against me. Zena lifted her face from mine and leaned over to kiss Shannon. While they kissed, I kissed Zena on the cheek, then Shannon the same way, trying to show each that I enjoyed being with them.

When they ended their kiss, Zena kissed me and lay her head on my shoulder, snuggling against me with my arm around her with one of her legs over mine. Shannon, seeing what Zena had done, copied her and I put my arm around her as well. Very tentatively, Shannon put a leg over mine, and as an almost reflex action, she pressed her body against mine.

Zena was tired and began breathing steadily, sleeping, and a little later Shannon slowly began breathing evenly too, indicating she was relaxed and sleeping. The way we were laying reminded me of when Bee had been with us and how many nights we had fallen asleep in this same position. I relaxed and let sleep come.

I woke to the sounds of morning. Maggie was obviously getting up to go to the bed and breakfast kitchen. I slid from bed to say good morning to her before she left. She is always so appreciative of my attention and loves to have a hug.

After she left, I decided to take my shower so I could get to work early. Almost as soon as I turned on the shower, Zena, who was in a very loving mood, joined me, "We went to sleep too early last night. I had plans for you and us."

Zena's loving mood turned playful and we were soon joined, enjoying each other's bodies. When we were out of the shower drying, Shannon came in and gave each of us a kiss before using the toilet and getting into the shower.

Betsy was already up, dressed, and in the kitchen, saying she had an early job interview this morning at Busch Gardens. They were looking for an administrative assistant that she felt she was more than qualified for.

When Shannon came in the kitchen, she said, "That was a very nice night's sleep. I enjoyed sleeping like that."

When Betsy looked at her questioningly, Shannon said, "Zena and I went to sleep with out heads on Tommy's shoulders. It was nice to hug him and wrap us around him. He felt good."

Betsy smiled and said, "Tommy feels nice and firm doesn't he. I'm sure he enjoys your softness up against him too."

I smiled as Zena said, "We're becoming an old married couple. We snuggle up and go to sleep and don't get any loving in."

"Ah, but our mornings are wonderful," I said, remembering our shower together.

"Yep, they are," Zena smiled. "Shannon's will have to join us and find out how nice mornings can be."

"Perhaps," Shannon said, blushing. Then she turned to Betsy, "I wish you luck on your job interview, but I'll be disappointed to lose you at the bar."

Betsy said, "This job will be good as it's from six-thirty to three. I could still get to the bar by three-thirty to work the evening crowd. I would like to do that if I could."

Shannon said, "That would keep me from having to hire someone else for a while. That would work."

Joanie came in and crawled into a ball on my lap, saying, "Too bad you have to go to work. You could come back to bed with me for a while. There are some things I would like to practice with you."

"I need to practice doing some work for Bert today. Hopefully, I can stay caught up on all of the moves that are going on. I know of four buildings I need to look at today. How about you, Zena, busy day today?"

"Probably the same four buildings," Zena chuckled. "So far everything is going well and if these tenants are happy, they will all recommend others."

Even though we were both going to be out of the office today, Zena wanted to ride in together this morning. We took her car, as I could always use one of the company's trucks to go out to a site. Zena began talking as soon as we left the cabin. "Shannon is getting really close to wanting to know what it's like to be loved by you. I thought she might do it last night since she wanted to kiss and hug you last night. The way it worked out is probably even better, because she was able to relax with you and enjoy being close to you all night."

I told Zena how I felt, "I'm not really comfortable with Shannon yet. She's becoming more of a friend than before and I do feel she's curious about me, but I feel how afraid she is of me and she might possibly be afraid of all men. I don't want to do anything that will make her dislike me or men even more than she did."

"You won't, Honey," Zena said, squeezing my arm. "Shannon just has to find her way with you. She told me last night how much she cared for the both us. She said at first it was just me she was interested in but she realized she enjoyed the two of us together. You know me, Tommy, I love to play with girls and Shannon is a very nice playmate, but I want her to be your playmate too."

"Are you two becoming real close?"

"Not yet, but we're getting there," Zena said wistfully. "At first she wanted to be dominant, but as we've enjoyed each other, she has become more loving, move passive. We are becoming very compatible."

At work, Zena and I were busy the entire day running around to job sites and rushing back to the office to check on prints for another site. At four thirty, I was marking up one of the prints that a customer had a new want when Bert came into my office.

"Busy?" Bert asked.

"Just finishing, I need to copy this real quick so it can be in the job site bin for the morning. A customer wants some additions and is willing to pay for them. I don't want to disappoint the customer."

"You going to The Office or home?"

"I'm supposed to meet Zena at the Office, but we're not staying till closing. I'm going to let Shannon close on her own to see if she sees anything that needs changing."

"Way to go, Tom. It's good to see you're letting your people take care of business while you possibly enjoy the profits. How long do you think it will take to know whether the bar is paying for itself?"

"Probably a full quarter, but from the projections I've been able to do, if we continue like we have the first two days, the place will be a success. What's funny is that I think the customers like that the bar is only open the short hours that it is. It's like we're open only for them. Breeds loyalty, don't you think?"

"Interesting perspective, Tom. I'll stop in with you. I want to talk to Zena a minute before I leave for Atlanta this evening. You two have been so busy since getting back from your honeymoon that we've hardly even chatted. When I get back, I want to spend a weekend out at the park with you guys. It's very relaxing out there."

We walked over to the bar and were amazed at how the place was packed with people. It seemed there were tight crowds everywhere with the four waitresses barely keeping pace with the customers. At least two more waitresses and another bartender would be good.

When Shannon saw me, she smiled and came over to Bert and me. "We sent out another flyer today with a drink special. The distributor gave us a deal on some spiced rum so we are selling rum drinks half price. I'm running out of rum. The distributor is sending over another two cases. What do you think, could I use another two waitresses and another bartender?"

I laughed because that had been exactly what I had been thinking. "Hire them, you know what you need."

She gave Bert and I a cold draft and vanished to work the bar and service stations. Zena came up to us and said, "Wow, the place is a madhouse tonight. I saw the flyer earlier today, but didn't think it would draw this big of a crowd. Wait till you see Jean in her cute uniform. She's bringing food orders out while Jake's cooking. They're so busy they could use a third person back there, maybe even a fourth to wash glasses."

Bert and Zena had a long discussion about his trip to Atlanta. I excused myself to go to the kitchen to help Jake. Back there, I could see he had a couple of dozen orders he had not begun yet, so I washed my hands, put on a hat and pitched in. Between the two of us, we were able to catch up, keeping Jean busy taking orders out to the tables for the waitresses. About seven, the orders just stopped. Jake looked at me and said, "That's the way it's been. I'm really busy from about four thirty till seven, and then nothing. The last order comes in between six forty-five and seven and I can just shut everything down and begin cleaning up. If we were open later, I'm sure there would be other food orders, but for our hours, we're doing a pretty good business. Just look at the freezer. It's only half full and we've already had a refill order."

Jeanie came in and said it looked like the bar would be empty by seven thirty so she was going to change clothes to begin cleaning.

While Jake worked on the kitchen, I caught up on washing the glasses. I was wiping down the shelves when Shannon came back at seven forty-five. "What are you still doing here? You're wife is out on the floor cleaning tables and now I find you cleaning up the kitchen."

Jake said, "I was over twenty orders behind and he came back and helped me catch up. I'll bet we could have sold half again as much if I could get the orders out faster."

Shannon smiled, "And the owner isn't afraid of getting his hands dirty. Joanie just about has the bar counted and cleaned. Let me go back and help so we can finish up and go home."

At eight fifteen Jake and I walked out to the lounge area to find the waitresses and Zena having a beer while they were dividing up the tips. Little Joanie took her stack of money and said, "I'm going to schedule my tit job. I have enough for it. I'll just have to figure when will be the best time to miss work. I'll be out a week or so I'm told."

Shannon said, "It's too bad you feel that way, Joanie. You're so cute with your little nubbins. I just love the way your nipples stick out. If you were to shave you would be a pedophile's dream girl."

"That's why the tits," Joanie exclaimed. "I don't want to be a pedophile's dream girl. I want to be the wanton woman that guys drool over."

Little Jeanie said, "I'm with Joanie. I'm never going to be big on top. I'm going to save up too, so I can have a treasure chest."

It was funny to hear Jean say so much at once. She had been really bashful when I had met her, but now that I had worked with her, she was more out going.

Jake just shook his head, "Oh Jeanie, you are going to tear up a lot of guys' hearts the way you are."

"That's alright cuz, I'm not lookin' for a guy until I finish high school and have started at the community college. Then I'll check out what's on the market."

Shannon announced that she was going to hire another bartender, two more waitresses, and another bar back to help in the kitchen. She said she thought they were missing business because people were finishing their drinks and couldn't get another because the waitstaff was too busy.

At home, we were all too wound up to eat, so we went to the pool for a swim and came back to the cabin for a late supper. It was just salad and some leftover hash made from leftover pot roast, but it sure was good.

Sam Canon stopped by to say hi and ask if I was ready to build more cabins on the back of the other two lots. I started to tell him I would have to check on my cash flow, when I remembered that I had money and property I could use for collateral if I needed to.

"Do you think I need to ask the council if I can build back there or was that part of the original permission granted?"

Sam shook his head, "I don't know. I'll ask Franks to see what he says, but I'm sure the council will want you to go ahead."

"Say, you're just the guy to run this by. Margaret was saying that she thinks we should have a restaurant that could be two sided, one side for clothed outsiders and one side for park people. She thought that we could have a restaurant and lounge for the park side and just a restaurant on the other. How does that sound to you?"

Sam looked at me real hard, then said, "That's a hell of an undertaking. Would you really want to go into the restaurant business, actually two restaurants at the same time? Let me think about it and talk about it a little. You do the same and see if you can develop the idea. That's pretty far out. It would be nice to have a place where park people could have a meal other than Saturday or Sunday barbecues."

When Sam left, Maggie was blushing but said, "It's just an idea, Tommy, I didn't know you were going to jump on it so fast."

"Well, let's all think about it and see whether the idea has merit. You know Maggie what happens when it's your idea don't you?"

Margaret looked me questioningly, "What?"

"If it's your idea, you have to run it. All I do is help get it going."

"What about the bed and breakfast? That was your idea and you have everyone else running it, huh. What about that?"

"Just call me Tom Sawyer and remember that we have a fence to whitewash."

The girls all ganged up on me for a second, letting me know they didn't think much of whitewashing fences.

Zena and I took a walk toward the lake and she asked, "Are you trying to build up some businesses so you don't have to work for Bert any more?"

"Nope, I like working for Bert. First it was Shannon and the girls needing a job and now Margaret is messing around in the bed and breakfast kitchen and has thought of another venture. I'll bet she would be a good businesswoman. I wonder if she has any experience in the restaurant field."

"You'll have to ask, but I know she's finished a two year degree at the community college. She is pretty sharp."

"How about we get her to hire someone to take her place and let her manage the bed and breakfast and the cottages. Once she has all of that in order, then she can put together a business plan for the dual restaurant idea."

"You're going to give your dad a stroke if you keep doing stuff like this."

I hugged Zena to me and said, "They know that now that the two of us are together, a lot of things will change around us."

"Let's get home. I want to change Shannon from a girl that's afraid of guys, to a practicing bi-sexual. I like her a lot and want her to be yours too. I can't let myself go with her yet because she isn't completely ours. She's only mine. Let's go make her ours."

We didn't change her that night or for a couple of weeks, but on an early Saturday evening, the three of us were sitting together on the couch watching TV while the other girls were at a party. Zena was leaning against me occasionally kissing my cheek but the whole time, gently stroking me, and keeping me rigid, ready to go off at any time.

Shannon was on the other side of me watching Zena and me, occasionally reaching down, gathering up some pre-cum and rubbing it over the head of my dick.

As she gave my cheek a kiss, Zena said, "I think I want you in my mouth. I want to taste you, all of you, and I want my reward. Will you give me my reward?"

With those words, Zena scooted back so she could drop her head to my lap and consume my dick into her mouth. She licked and gently sucked the head into her mouth then pulled off with a pop smacking her lips tasting my juices.

"Want some of this, Shannon? Do you want to try?"

Shannon scooted back, brought her head down by Zena's, and tentatively licked the greasy head of my dick. She tasted it and it apparently didn't turn her off as she was quickly back for seconds. She would lick and suck me a couple of seconds, then lift off to let Zena do the same. It seemed that each time they switched, the individual turns became longer. Soon each turn was taking over a couple of minutes getting me close to blowing. The one not sucking me was kissing me now, stimulating me on two fronts.

My pre-cum must have really been flowing as Zena pulled off me and said, "Get ready, he's going to go off any second. He's going to drown us."

Shannon was excited at the prospect of making me cum and became a lot more aggressive. That first shot was soon climbing up my dick, blasting into Shannon's mouth. The amount surprised her, so she pulled free of me to sit up. Zena leaned into me, taking me into her mouth to receive my second blast. As my spasms subsided, Zena lifted from me to see Shannon with a funny look on her face, holding a hand to her mouth.

It almost looked as if Shannon was going to gag, but Zena leaned over me and kissed Shannon. The two began passing my thick fluid between them, making them more passionate by the second. While they were still kissing, Shannon was laying on her back with her legs spread wide. I dove in and began kissing and licking all of her pussy that was surrounded by her very red hair. The girls were becoming very agitated, so I captured Shannon's clit and sucked her into a crushing orgasm that left her near catatonic.

I pulled Zena to me and kissed her, then made my way down her body to feast on her pleasure center next. Now that I had them both on their backs in front of me, I brought one to a nice belly quivering orgasm and switched to the other. While working on one the, other would assist with kisses and nipple tweaks and sucks. Zena was the one to break up my rhythm by grabbing a handful of hair and pulling me upward to lie between her legs.

Using her hand, Zena held me at her entrance, rubbing me against her clit then put me just inside her, she let go of me and pulled me into her with her legs. Zena was over excited and came continuously with each thrust until she begged, "Enough, enough, wait, no more, I can't come any more, please, please, fuck Shannon, but no more, please."

I rose kneeling between Zena's legs, with my dick sticking out from my body just barely caught in Zena's pussy. At first, Shannon had a look of panic on her face, but as I knelt there, she became more relaxed and actually reached between Zena and me, taking hold of my hard dick.

Zena pulled me toward Shannon's center. I went to her but held my dick away from her pussy while I kissed her, then sucked on each of her breasts. I could feel the excitement in her body so when I rose to kiss her again, she pulled at me firmly, putting me at her entrance. I slowly sunk into Shannon, spreading her as I went. She was wet, very wet, quivering the whole time I became seated in her.

Once I was completely consumed by her pussy, Shannon wrapped her arms and legs around me holding me inside her. We kissed softly, continuing to kiss over and over until her arms and legs relaxed while her hips began undulating beneath me, fucking me. I loved the way she kept getting more excited with each thrust, gradually making enough noise that I'm sure neighbors heard her near screams.

Shannon froze with me buried in her, holding me tight to her, not letting me move either deeper or to pull out. "Oh, Tommy, this feels so good. Zena, kiss me please, let me know it's okay to feel like this."

Zena kissed Shannon, as I was still held snuggly in place. Shannon said, "This feels so good. Each time he moves my insides just shudder from coming so hard. If I pull him as deep as I can, I come even more. Everything I do is causing me to come."

Zena said, "Do you want him to put his sperm deep inside you or should you wait until you are protected? Do you want to feel that squishy stuff warm your insides, or do you want to taste it some more? Tell us, Shannon, tell Tommy what to do."

Shannon let out a big breath then finally said, "I want it in me but I don't want to take a chance. How can I have both, I want both."

"Shannon, Honey," Zena said, "we need to take you to the doctor to find out if you can use the pill or something like that."

"But what do I do now. I want to feel something more. I want us to finish together. I want to feel him push his stuff into me."

Shannon was now fucking me again, rolling her hips under me in a sexy way that was bringing me close to not being able to hold back. I whispered, to her, "Shannon, lay stretched out. Put your arms over your head and stretch out your legs. Let me fuck you as hard as I can, then pull out at the last second. You'll feel me, but you'll feel me outside where there is less chance of you getting pregnant."

Slowly Shannon let go, putting her arms over her head. Next she slowly brought her legs from around me to stretch out into a V. As soon as I raised myself on stiff arms; Zena was kissing Shannon and tweaking her nipples. I began sliding, plunging into her, making her gasp and shake until I could feel my juices about to burst.

When I pulled free of Shannon's gripping pussy, the first shot went up between us, hitting the two girls right at the lips that connected them. The second shot covered Shannon's chest and chin. The rest of my release was spread across her chest and stomach.

Zena pulled from her kiss and licked up my juices that covered Shannon's chin and neck. Shannon looked at me, smiled, and she mouthed, "Kiss me."

I rolled to the side of Shannon and locked my lips to hers, kissing her as she shuddered from Zena's oral cleanup of her breasts and stomach. When we separated, Shannon said, "I like that. That was very nice, very satisfying. You were sneaky to get me so worked up that we fucked. I actually wanted you to do that to me. I can't believe it, but you did it to me and my body says it wants more. Oh Zena, this is very confusing."

"Shannon, Honey, just lay back and enjoy the fact that the three of us just made love completely. Enjoy that you and Tommy could make love and that you enjoyed it. That it wasn't forced, but that you wanted it."

"Tommy," Shannon whispered, "that was the first time that I've ever wanted a man to be inside me, the first time. Somehow, I knew that we should be connected that way." She paused taking a deep breath then said, "I've been falling in love with Zena more each day but now, this very minute, I'm falling in love with the two of you. Can I have that? Can I have both of you?"

Zena crawled on top of Shannon saying, "That's exactly what we want. We want you to want both of us."

We kissed a few minutes and Zena suggested, "Let's walk down to the pool and showers. Perhaps we might enjoy the hot tub for a few minutes."

On the short walk to the rec center, Shannon said, "I feel really funny inside. This is not how I felt before when someone fucked me. This is different. I like the way I feel."

We showered off quickly and walked over to the big hot tub that had the blowers going, making the water bubble all around the couples already there. The other couples moved around a little to make room for the three of us. As I settled down between my dark Zena and the redheaded Shannon, one of the ladies said, "You three look like you just finished making love. There's something about the relaxed way the three of you are with each other."

Zena smiled, while Shannon blushed. I put my arms around each of their shoulders and pulled them to me. "I am one lucky man to have my wonderful wife and our dear friend, Shannon. We are closer tonight than we have been before."

One of the guys said, "You have all those women at your cabin lately, are you collecting a harem?"

Zena said, "I'm collecting the harem, Tommy just gets to play in it."

Laughter rang out, lightening the mood in the tub. Betty was sitting with Sam and his wife said, "They all have smiles on their faces, so Tommy must be up to making them happy. One of these days soon, I'm going to catch some guy and keep him. I'll have to find him some toys to play with so he knows where home is."

Betty said, "That didn't come out right, but you know what I mean." There was more laughter.

Back in the cabin, we had gone to bed to lay together enjoying each other's closeness. Shannon asked, "If I feel this way about Tommy, will that change my feelings for you, Zena?"

Zena was between Shannon and me, enjoying us toying with her. Our touches were light and gentle, making her squirm and gasp as we moved around her body in unison.

Zena moaned, "I don't think the way you and I feel about each other will change except to become stronger. The more you enjoy Tommy, the more I will enjoy you, Shannon."

We made love again before going to sleep with me completing our act inside Zena. Shannon came to my other side so I was between my two ladies. With some sweet kisses, we drifted off to sleep.

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 17



It was a bright summer Sunday morning in a naturist camp. Outside, birds were creating a symphony of sounds within the cypress swamp in expectation of the usual morning shower coming. We all had gotten up early to help with the bed and breakfast. We now had ten cabins, with the last five under construction. When everything was rented and we fed everyone, it really took a lot to feed all of the visitors.

Sunday morning was special though, as we made a huge country breakfast of ham, sausage, and bacon, with eggs cooked to order. The biscuits and gravy always tasted good, and the younger set always made short work of stacks and stacks of pancakes.

Zena came into the big atrium area where the outdoor kitchen and serving area was. She told me, "Unk is coming out to spend the day with us. He wants to hear a little more of our idea to have a split restaurant. He also wants to get a little sun on his lily-white body.

I had Maggie sitting with Zena and me at one of the tables near the kitchen area. "Maggie, what do you think if you were to take over management of the bed and breakfast and the cabins? We will soon be up to fifteen cabins. That means we will have twenty-three units to rent out every night. That won't happen except during the summer season, but we will still be busy. Zena and I thought you might want to hire someone to take your place in the kitchen and begin running everything for us. We can build on to this main building to give you an office, and if you wanted, we could add an apartment for you."

Margaret sat up straight and said, "The office would be a good idea, and if you had an apartment with it, that would be good too, but I would rather stay in the house with Betsy, Joanie, and you guys. I love the moments we spend together and wouldn't want to miss any of them."

She thought another few minutes then said, "If I took over doing the management thing, does that mean you won't consider the restaurant idea?"

It was my turn, "Actually, Maggie, it does mean that I am considering your idea. I've even begun talking to the people necessary to make it work. It would be a big undertaking if we were to build it."

Maggie said, "I have two more women that I want to have help out in the kitchen here. One lives outside the park, but the families are members, and the other has a trailer in the park. Both can work through lunch, so we won't have people working seven days in a row."

"Tell you what though, Maggie, when I begin drawing up the restaurant, I want you to help me so we include what you think we'll need. I want Shannon to help design the lounge so we can have a nice place for the camp people in the evening."

"Thank you, Tommy. You've done it again. You've lifted me way up on that pedestal you gave me. You always make me feel so special. Even after a night with all our crazy couples, you make me feel absolutely wonderful."

Bert showed up around nine-thirty. We put him in the spare guestroom so he could get naked with us. We all went to the Sunday morning services, then Zena and Shannon took Bert to swim and to the lake for a canoe ride.

Betty had come by to talk to me about an idea she had. She wanted to have a central place to wash clothes and had thought she could contract out dry cleaning as well. "Tom, since the park is getting more and more permanent residents that have jobs outside the park, there is a need for a dry cleaning facility. Instead of building one, why not just make a couple of trips a day to haul stuff back and forth. The new cleaners in Lutz could use the business. I talked to them and they were willing to work something out with us."

I asked Betty, "Where do you want the building for your clothes washing business to be at?"

She answered, "I talked to Mr. Franks about my idea and we both agreed that a building up near the open area by the entrance would be perfect for it. That way, if we have to have outside help for it, it would be easier on a non-naturist than if it were deep in the park."

"Let me get a pad and we'll sketch a little design of what you might want to do." I went to get a couple of pads of paper. We drew out a basic floor plan and began modifying it for features. She would need the customer area, the washing machine area, the dryer area, the ironing area, and then a hanging storage area. In no time at all we were up to about fifteen hundred square feet, with a second story to be used as an area for mechanical storage.

"Do you really think you can do that much business?" I questioned, as this building was not going to be cheap.

"I really do. I know it's funny to have a laundry at a naturist camp, but we have a lot of people who live out here that are willing to pay me now to wash their clothes. I have two ladies working full time for me and need a couple more. I just don't have any place to put them, so a stand alone building should work."

I had an idea, "Let me add a little overhang in the back of the building here. You could have a bunch of coin washers and dryers similar to the laundry room behind the rec center. It isn't big enough anymore, as there are only three machines and a single dryer. People are always waiting to wash towels and sheets, so if you were to have more machines up here, I'd bet they would be busy all the time."

"You're right, Tommy, good idea. We could make a deal with the park so that they received a percentage of the machines in payment for the land use. We would own the building for as long as we operated the business. Gerald could work all that out."

Zena, Shannon, and Bert came into the kitchen from the canoe trip, laughing and joking about Bert's lack of outdoor experience. I stood to introduce Betty to Bert. Betty was flustered for some reason, and also stood to greet Bert and the girls.

As Bert took hold of Betty's hand, something in Bert's head went haywire or something. His dick began raising its head to almost instantly pointing straight at Betty. It would be difficult to hide Bert's long thin dick even if it were only a little erect, but impossible to hide when it was full blown.

Bert was embarrassed and quickly sat down to hide himself. Zena couldn't resist though, and because of our close relationship with Betty, teased, "Why Unk, that must be the first time in years you got it up over a woman."

Bert was very red-faced but managed to say, "And a really full beauty she is too."

Betty got the drift of our teases and stood up, turning completely around asking, "So do you like the expanded chassis look, or is it what I carry on top that interests you?"

Bert was still cherry red but said, "All of it. I'm as surprised as you are, Betty, but I think I would like to know you better."

Betty said, "Take a ride with me in my gas cart and we'll talk about it. We can tell each other why we won't get together."

Bert looked like he was going to panic, looking around for support, but finally said, "I'd like that. Take me for a short ride so I can see more of the park."

When they left, Zena and I looked at each other in wonder. She finally said, "Well, I changed my stripes and we've changed Shannon's attitude, as well as the other girls, so why not Bert? It could happen."

Maggie was with us and said, "Since you're in a drawing mood, how about making some sketches and basic floor plans for the split restaurant. I think I even have the exact place to put it so we keep the entrance private."

We first drew the two dining rooms, with a server' area between the dining room and the kitchen. The servers' counter could double for buffets. The kitchen would split the two areas and could be accessed through doors as well as high pass through windows. We would arrange the pass through windows so that there would not be any visual sight line between the public side and the naturist side. We would also have a service window for the bar on the public side, but no lounge or bar, just bar service for the restaurant. If we wanted a public lounge later, we could add on.

This would be a major building. Once again, I would need to have some long talks with Sandy Mahoney and get help for restaurant knowledge.

We had been at it for over two hours when Bert and Betty came back. They walked in standing close to one another. We all greeted them and Betty held onto Bert's wrist, brushing an alert nipple on his upper arm. Betty said, "They are cooking chicken, ribs, and pork steaks at the rec center today. How about we get a bunch for lunch?"

Zena said as she looked at me, "Good idea, I'll call your mom and dad to see if they want to eat with us. I think Dana and Jeff are over there this weekend, so I'll ask them too."

Maggie, Shannon, and I made a couple of more notes for the split restaurant, gathered up the papers, and stored them away in the big desk. We set the table with both extenders in it, and brought all the chairs to the table. We could just as well have eaten in the bed and breakfast atrium, but it was nice to eat in the cabin.

People began to get back from the rec area with baskets of ribs and chicken, along with large containers of beans, potato salad, and slaw. Maggie ran next door and brought back a big basket of rolls. We all dug in eating our fill. Luckily, I had enough beer for everyone to have a couple of cold ones.

After eating, Bert wanted to see what we had come up with for the split restaurant. When Betty heard and saw the drawings of our idea, she went nuts. "This is exactly what we've needed for the last few years. This would be wonderful. My goodness, Tommy, you're just building everywhere. When are you going to open?"

"Easy, Betty, we have just started thinking about Maggie's idea," I cautioned. "We haven't even talked to anyone on the council about it."

"Let me call Sam and Franks, I want them to see this ASAP, right this second," as she headed toward the phone.

It took her a few minutes to track Sam down, but she excitedly told him to find Franks and get up to my place right away.

While we had been looking at the tentative floor plans of the restaurant, I had made two drawings of the exterior. One was the public front and the other for the naturists. The public restaurant would be all enclosed while the park side would have part of the bar open to a huge porch serving area, as well as a small inside lounge and a large serving area. I think the sketches gave the naturist side a very appealing look.

Sam and Franks, with wives, came in to see what Betty's excitement was about. My dad said, "The kid's been at it again. You're not going to believe this one."

They looked at the drawings and listened to Maggie as to how she thought the place could be run. Maggie said that since I was gaining bar experience, the lounge would be easy. She said that I had several friends that would help me with a restaurant.

Mrs. Franks asked, "What kind of a menu do you envision?"

Maggie was silent, so I said, "Probably a family style menu. Very plain, but with Florida foods like good fish and shrimp. We would have steaks and dishes like meat loaf and pot roast."

Sam asked, "Would you be open for three meals?"

"Had not thought of it in that way, Sam, probably from afternoon on. If we opened for breakfast and lunch, we would have to have a lot more cooks and wait staff. I suppose if there was a demand, it could be done."

Mr. Franks and Sam were looking at each other grinning. Then they blew me away; they raised their hands and did a high five. Sam said, "If you build this thing, Tom, I'll guarantee you the park will give you the land. We have gotten larger every year with more and more permanent residents. You've just solved the problem with having a seasonal crowd. By having a public restaurant along with a naturist side, you've taken care of the slack time. I can't wait to get started on this project."

Maggie was beside herself. She said, "You have to work on the prints for the restaurant and get it ready right away so we can go to the bank for financing."

Bert offered, "Why don't you work on some private financing, Tommy. I'll bet you could put together a group of people to help you get started. You don't want too many fingers in the pot trying to run the business, but a lending group would be a good idea. You know that restaurants are not often a big money making business. But if done right, they can be a steady business."

"I'm not real busy this coming week, so I'll work on the restaurant. I'll get Sandy and her dad to help me on some details."

Turning to Maggie, I said, "I'll have Sam build your office onto the B&B starting tomorrow, so get your mind set to hire your replacement for the kitchen. Are you running out of people to hire out here?"

Maggie said, "No, Tommy, I have applications from at least a dozen more ladies that are looking for work, so even with fifteen cabins we should have enough people. Now the restaurant is going to be different, as we'll need a strong staff. We'll work it out though."

Sam asked, "What's this about building onto the bed and breakfast?"

I explained the office and my idea to incorporate it into a public office with a private apartment attached. Sam told me to follow him as he had an idea. He and I walked out to the side of the bed and breakfast building and he pointed at the same area I had been thinking we could add on to.

"Tommy, think of this. Do build the office and the private area but consider this, build the apartment like a townhouse with two bedrooms and a bath upstairs. You can keep the same roofline as you have on the bed and breakfast building by just adding on. It will look planned and be a great asset if you were looking for someone outside to run the place."

"Good idea, Sam. Even the girls would like that since they would and could be independent. I would bet that all three end up working out here instead of in town. Betsy has a new job and Joanie has a possibility she's looking at, but I think they would rather want to just live and work out here."

As I rolled up the drawings, I told Sam, "I'll draw it up tomorrow and put it through the CAD for prints so you can pull the permits and get started."

"Two weeks, I should be able to do it in two weeks without cutting any corners. The restaurant will be another thing. You're going to have to get another liquor license and that's not easy, so you had best get going on it."

We walked back inside to find everyone ready to head down to the pool for a little while. It was getting to be almost suppertime, but I was sure supper was going to be delivered pizza.

As soon as I mentally thought of pizza, I thought of whom I needed to ask if she wanted to help run a restaurant. An Italian theme would set off the public side and be very welcome on the naturist side. I needed to talk to Georgia, Georgia Scuggliomenio; my Sicilian would be lover. It might be asking for trouble, but she would be great to be in business with.

By the time we had splashed in the pool for a half-hour, at least a dozen people came up to Zena and me to ask when we were going to open the restaurant. There are no secrets in a place like this.

After eating pizza, Betty said she was leaving and what do you know, Bert left with her, following her cart with his car.

That night as Zena, Shannon, and I cuddled in bed, Shannon asked, "If you build a restaurant out here, you won't want to spend much time in town. I want to be where you and Zena are; do you think I could work out here instead at The Office?"

I hugged Shannon and answered, "Of course, anywhere you want. If we prove The Office is a viable business, we can always sell it to someone who wants a short hour bar and concentrate on out here. Then again, if you keep hiring the right people, we'll just train them to run The Office and keep it for ourselves."

Shannon was sitting on my thighs, stroking my dick, while Zena was kissing my cheek and playing with Shannon's breasts. Zena said jokingly, "Now that you've found out that thing on the right guy can be fun, you want to play with it all the time."

"Not really, Zena, I do enjoy playing with it, but I want to play with you too. Having you both with me all the time makes me peaceful, but horny, most of the time. I want my face in your pussy, Zena, and I want Tommy's dick way up inside me. Silly, isn't it?"

"Not silly, Shannon, exactly the same way I fee; Let's trade off. You get his dick first, and I get it last. But right this second, I want to kiss you and love you up before you go off the deep end with Tom."

The two moved together kissing, touching, and caressing each other. It was beautiful to just watch. They were still learning about each other but both seemed to naturally find ways to give the other pleasure. First, Zena would be dominant, then Shannon would lead. They fluidly swapped leads back and forth until they were both lying on their backs, near exhaustion.

While still laying flat on their backs, Shannon patted her pussy and said, "Put it in there, Tommy, give me a couple of good ones, then it's Zena's turn. Wow, this is some good lovin'."

I had to give her pussy, surrounded by her sparse red hair some kisses as well as capture the clit for a second too. I played connect a dot with Shannon's thousands of freckles until our lips were gently kissing and our bodies were joined at the hip, with me sliding gently back and forth. We didn't rush; we made love slowly, letting Shannon slide into a long smooth orgasm that didn't want to end. Finally, Shannon held me, still kissing me, "Go do Zena, I can't come any more."

Zena welcomed me into her and made love to me as I made love to her. We built up until her heels were pounding my buttocks and I was shooting what seemed like gallons of sperm into her. As we lay in the aftermath of our passion, Shannon was kissing us both, telling us how much we meant to her.

Zena looked at me with a tear running from her eye and I knew what she was feeling. I kissed her, then Shannon, and told Shannon, "Zena and I really enjoy you, we are falling in love with you."

That let the emotional tears flow from both of the girls. I'm sure Zena was afraid to love Shannon as deeply as she had Bee, and I'm sure Shannon was still confused by her enjoyment of a man.

It took the girls several minutes to quiet down and relax with each on one of my shoulders. I received stereo kisses on my cheeks as they both slipped into sleep.

The next week was busy with me first doing the plans for the addition to the bed and breakfast. For just building an office, the idea had gotten totally out of hand. Betsy and Joanie thought that having their own place again would be neat. Maggie said she liked living in the house with us, but would move out to the apartment if they wanted. I told them that it was up to them since it was their lives.

By Friday, I had the plans and drawings complete for the split restaurant. I had even gotten Zena and Maggie to take me to the P-club to visit with Sandy. When I told her I was going to open a restaurant, she went nuts saying that I needed her dad to help me with the plans and everything. We had to instantly rush to her dad's big place so I could talk to him and show him my plans.

Mr. Mahoney was a hell of a nice guy. He was now the de facto "Don" in the area, since a guy by the name of Poppa Nardelli was put away for some kind of federal fraud stuff. When I told him that I had Georgia Scuggliomenio in mind to help with the restaurant, I thought he was going to kiss me.

"I love that girl like she's my Sandy. She's had a tough life, but has raised her brother and sister to be good people. I remember when the little girl and boy were almost kidnapped, but some high school boy saved them. I heard from Georgia he was like you, a nudie, you know he was from out at that naked camp out there."

Zena and her big mouth had to blab, "That was Tommy. He was the high school kid that saved those two kids. Georgia wants to marry him and smother him in Sicilian love for the rest of his life."

Mr. Mahoney looked at me hard and said, "I owe you thanks. Now what can I help you with."

Sandy took it from there, "He's opening a restaurant and wants advice, to be guided along to do the right thing. He came to me and I brought him to you. Before, when he came to me for a bar, I set him up with our people and he did business with everyone. So the man is a good family customer. I think we should help him."

"Okay, we help you. Do you need money? What do you need?"

"Mostly advice for fixtures, kitchen equipment, possibly design, but I think we have that under control. Some people want us to have a full three meal family place while I'm more of an evening dining type guy."

"Okay, I gottcha. Ah, Sandy, you be a good girl and work with this man. He's a good man. You know the restaurant business better than I do. I wouldn't even be in it if that idiot Nardelli weren't so greedy. Now I own Poppa's, while he makes license plates. Sandy really runs the place; I just come here and do business. Keep your business with my family and you'll do well. They will make sure you stay successful."

We took Sandy back to the P-club where I had to buy a round. One of her regulars was suggesting that I was now Sandy's boyfriend on loan from Zena. Shannon stood up and said, "He may be Zena's but he belongs to all of us out where we live. Just ask the girls that work at The Office with me. They'll tell you."

Editing by Pepere



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Chapter 18



Saturday was going to be a busy day. Zena's folks were coming for two weeks with some kind of news, plus since it was the beginning of the school summer vacation, the park was going to be jammed with people. We had reservations that would keep our units full all the way through Labor Day and a little beyond.

Breakfast found us eating in our kitchen, as the bed and breakfast dining area was jammed with people. Zena was pacing, anxious for it to be time to pick up her folks. Shannon had to go into The Office to interview potential waitresses and bartenders as the business was more than four waitresses and two bartenders could handle. Jake had the kitchen taken care of with Jean and he now had another lady that helped as a bar back and cook.

Joanie was going in with Shannon and said she would see us this afternoon.

Mom and dad were having breakfast with us, wanting to talk about the plans they had for Martin and Zora while they were visiting.

Before we even finished breakfast, Dana and Jeff came in the kitchen door. "Hey brother, glad we caught you. We have an announcement. Go ahead, Jeff, tell them."

"I asked Dana to marry me last night," Jeff said with a smile.

Dana laughed, "And I told him not only no, but hell no."

"Actually she said it just about like that, but when I asked her why she said that as soon as I had made her get off ten times straight, she would marry me. Well, let me tell you, I worked on her from eight last night till three this morning and made her crazy at least twenty-times. She finally told me about three this morning, that yes, she would marry me."

Mom was shaking her head, "Dana, you are terrible. Why would you do that?"

"Every time we begin making love, something comes up and we don't finish it. I wanted to make sure we could get off together before I committed to a lifetime with the man."

Zena was laughing, "You have a strange sister."

"I know." I answered, shaking my head.

Mom asked, "So when are you getting married?"

Jeff said, "We just talked to Mr. Franks and he has consented to marrying us. Tom's and Zena's wedding was so neat, I want one like it. Dana has made me a nature lover, so I have one more thing to do today. Tommy, sell me the end lot, the one all the way over by the old logging road. I'm going to build Dana and me a house out here and raise kids."

Dana asked, "Can you help us design a house too, Tommy? If you can do as good a job on our house as you've done with your place, we want you to do it."

I told Dana and Jeff, "Go see Gerald. He'll write up the contracts for the property and he can write up the contracts with Sam as well. That'll keep you busy this morning. Come back this afternoon as Zena's mom and dad are coming in and we're going to have a little party for them."

Zena tugged on my arm. "Okay, it's finally time. Come with me and bring your truck so we can just throw their bags into the back."

We drove to the airport where Zena got out and I drove out to the cell phone waiting area. I was only there about ten minutes when Zena said they were waiting there and didn't have any checked baggage.

We had the Harper's back at the park in record time. Mom and dad were still at my place waiting for us. There were lots of kisses, hugs, and handshakes, then Zena's folks shed their clothes and joined us on the porch.

Martin said, "I'm dying to go for a swim. Who wants to come with me?"

Zena, mom, dad, and Maggie headed toward the pool. I was left with Betsy and Zora. Betsy said she needed to go see Maggie, so I was left with Zora. I was puttering around in the kitchen, with Zora sitting at the table. When I brought her a cup of coffee, she lifted her hand and stroked my softie saying, "I missed this thing and plan to put it to good use while we are here. Let me taste this to make sure it's still the same."

Knowing what was coming brought me up to full length quickly. While Zora was slurping me deep into her mouth, I played with her filled out nipples and her full motherly breasts.

This was rapidly getting to me, so I took her into our big bedroom and lay her back on the bed in order to feast on her charms. After only a couple of kisses I made it to kiss her pussy where it was a swamp to play in. She was coming at the first lick and with some hand help, she was nearly screaming. Zora pulled me up by the ears and said, "Put it in, I'm ready, I'm more than ready."

I slid into her and bottomed out in one stroke. Her hips began moving rapidly as soon as we began, sending me warning signals that my juice was imminent.

"Oh Tommy, I missed your big dick and Lee's too. We don't have any fucking friends left any more, so we are both primed for this trip."

We were really going at it when I noticed someone in the doorway. It was Betsy; she had a shit-eating grin on her face, so I waved her in. She was instantly nursing on Zora's tits while I continued to plunge into her.

When I announced I was coming, Zora pushed me off saying, "I wanna taste it, give it to me in my mouth."

Betsy held me and stroked me as splurge after splurge shot from me into Zora's mouth. Betsy didn't let her swallow and was kissing her immediately. In seconds, the two were in a sixty-nine enjoying each other's pussy. I left them to enjoy themselves and went to the kitchen for coffee.

Maggie came in the door and noticed that I was a little stimulated. She came up to me and kissed me, taking hold of my still moist dick. "Uh oh, you've been in a pussy, now I want some."

Just Maggie grabbing me stood me straight up, so I spun her around and bent her over the counter and began sliding in. She was ready, wet and open. We went at it so fast that I was tingling in seconds. When Maggie could tell I was going to come, she gasped while pushing back on me, "Cum in me, put my fire out, Tommy, cum in me."

I came big time. I shot into her until I was holding onto her back, almost in a coma. Maggie stood up, pulling free of me and turned, taking me into her arms. "You're amazing. No one gets me off like you. One stroke and I'm cumming and keep cumming the whole time you pound me. I love it."

Margaret kissed me soundly and was still kissing me when Zora and Betsy came in with wet faces. Zora reached down and scooped up some cum running down Maggie's leg and sucked it into her mouth. Zora said in a sexy voice, "You slut, you fucked my son in law while I was eating your girl friend's pussy."

Maggie became weak kneed just hearing Zora. She grabbed Zora's hand and said, "Quick, come with me, I have to have some too."

Betsy said to me, "When Maggie gets like that she wants to eat pussy continuously."

I nodded thinking she wanted to fuck continuously too.

If Betsy and I had been alone longer, we would have been fucking too but Bert came in the back door with Betty.

"Where are the folks?" Bert asked, holding Betty's hand.

I sat confused at Bert's overt show of female affection, "At the pool. They should be back any second."

"We'll go down and meet them. Come on, Betty; let's go share some news with them."

Betsy looked at me and said, "He was looking for Zora you know."

"Yep, but did I want to send him to the bedroom where Zora and Maggie are toes to nose? Betty is pretty open-minded, but who knows how much."

I thought about it a second, I went to the front door and whistled. When Bert turned to look at me, I waved for him to come back. As he came in the cabin I said, "Your sister is in the bedroom exploring, but Martin and Zena are at the pool."

"Well, let me check out my sis while she's exploring. Betty may want to explore as well."

They walked toward the bedrooms. As I was going back to the kitchen, Betsy caught my arm and whispered, "I want to watch, they might get wild."

We walked to what had been the big bedroom to see Zora on top of Maggie in a very wet sixty-nine. Neither Betty nor Bert was put off and I could see Betty stroking Bert's long thin cock. Betty pulled Bert up behind his sister and fit him into her slit and pushed. Bert sunk to his balls. Zora looked back and her eyes got real big. "Oh Bert, you haven't done that to me in years and years, do me Honey, do your sister."

Zora lost interest in Maggie's pussy, so Betsy bent down and began licking and nibbling Maggie's clit, sending her into dreamland. Betty came over to me and taking hold of my expanded dick said, "I could use some help here, my intended is fucking his sister, your mother-in-law and I am dying of the hornies."

I had her get on the bed on her hands and knees and just slid into her. Betty groaned loud enough for Bert to raise his head and stare at us with glassy eyes as he kept pounding away. Bert groaned that he was going to come and held himself as deep inside Zora as he could. You could see the release wash over by his expression. Betty reached back and was squeezing my balls until I shot her what little I had left.

As Bert and I pulled free of two well-fucked pussies, he grinned at me and we high fived each other. Betsy and Maggie had rolled apart with Maggie's head slightly off the bed. Betty got up and then sat right on Maggie's mouth saying, "Clean that thing up for me so it's not running out all day."

Betsy got up behind Zora and sucked Bert's cum from her pussy. This was more sex in a short while than I was used too.

We were back in the kitchen, making Mojitos, when the group from the swimming pool came in. Bert and Martin did some handshaking, and then Bert went and held hands with Betty. "Listen up everybody. Last weekend I met Betty for the first time and haven't wanted to be away from her since. I think she feels the same. I want you all to be the first to know, we are getting married."

You could have knocked Zora, Martin, and Zena over with a feather. Zora said, "So that's why?"

Zena hugged Bert and Betty while saying, "Aunt Betty, it fits. We're going to have a great time."

My mom and dad knew that Bert was into guys, so they were confused. Betty said to all, "I know Bert used to be oriented to guys only, but I have what it took to bring him over to our side. He may want a guy every once in a while, but I hope it's one we can both enjoy."

Everyone laughed at that. Bert continued, "At first sight, Betty turned me on and kept turning me on until she became the first lady I had made love to in decades. I now know, that I was missing what I now have with Betty and what I want to do with the rest of my life. I want it to be with her."

I had to ask Betty, "So does this mean your plans for the new clothes wash building are out the window?"

"Oh no, I'm going to make that a business for out here, for some women that are in the same position I was in. It's perfect for us and I still need to be busy while Bert is busy with his business. Isn't it exciting, I've found another love of my life?"

Mom said, "This is wild, first Dana and Jeff, and now Betty and Bert."

Martin said, "Well, we might as well tell you all our news as well. Zora and I are moving. We're moving down here to be with Zena and Tom. The company is opening a new office here and I've offered to open and run it. As we speak, our house is being packed and will be shipped down here and be put in storage until we can have a house built."

Martin turned to me and said, "Tommy, can I buy the lot next to Lee and Loraine? If I can, I want to build us a place right there so we can be a part of this wonderful place. It's even more wonderful now that we will have Bert with us as well."

Zena was holding my hand, almost dancing, as she was so excited. She said, "Mom, dad, let's get Tommy to design your house. We'll get Gerald to do the legal stuff and Sam to build it. Wow! What a day."

The rest of the day was almost anti-climactic. Dad and Martin did take a boat out to fish for a while. Zora and Zena went to the grocery store to stock up on food for the house. Shannon and Joanie came back to hear all of the news, and then it was nearing suppertime.

Zena had sent me on an errand to go get a big list of booze and several cases of beer. She sent Shannon with me, if for nothing else but to slow me down. We had to go into the grocery store for some big jars of Greek peppers, a couple of jars of olives, along with some sardines for the Caesar salad mix. She also wanted me to make some more ranch dressing, so I had to buy the spices, mayonnaise, and buttermilk. It's a good thing I didn't have to pay rent any more, or I wouldn't have had the money for all of the things Shannon wanted. We would just about get to the checkout and she would remember something else.

We finally checked out and picked up the booze and cold beer from the liquor store. We were going to be stocked for a long while.

When I pulled up to the kitchen door to unload, Shannon ran in the house real quick and came back out to help me carry stuff in. I put three cases of beer in the big bed and breakfast cooler and brought a case in for the cabin. I was able to fit all the booze into the over the counter cabinets before I pulled my truck around to the long covered parking area that ran up the whole side of the property.

Inside, something smelled delicious. Someone was making something Italian and it smelled wonderful. Zena had me sit on the couch and close my eyes. She said she had a surprise for me.

The whole bunch was watching, so I knew something was up. My mom and dad, Zena's mom and dad, Bert and Betty, Dana and Jeff, Maggie, Betsy, Joanie, and Shannon were all grinning at me. Shannon said, "He'll never keep his eyes shut, so I'll just tie on this blindfold."

So I sat on the middle couch, blindfolded.

Lips kissed mine. Nothing else touched me but the lips. Zena told me to sit still and not to raise my hands.

The lips kissed me again and this time I felt a stiff nipple and full breast brush my arm and chest. That's exciting and my thingie was thinking about filling up.

Next, while lips were kissing me, I felt two large breasts pushing into me and felt someone straddle me as they set on my lap. I felt the person kissing me messing with the knot on the blindfold.

"I've finally got you almost where I want you." The blindfold was removed and there sat Georgia. She had watery eyes while looking at me and said, "I know you're married and have a wonderful wife, but I still want you. Zena has let me cook for you. I've made you a couple of things that you'll like. I'm going to cook for you today and tomorrow. Everyone will taste what I make for you."

Georgia hugged me to her and kissed me again. She slid off me leaving my almost hard dick trying to stand up. This was my first look at Georgia unclothed. She has nice, large, full, olive skinned breasts that accented a fairly tall and curvy body. She wasn't fat at all, just full of delicious curves. She stood in front of me, holding her hand out.

"I've never been naked in front of a man before and now I'm naked in front of many men. But you, Tommy, I've wanted to be naked with you for almost ten years. Now I have you or at least I have borrowed you. Stand up with me, Tommy, I need a hug.

We hugged then she led me to the table where she sat me at one end. She went to my dad and pulled him to sit at the other. Georgia gave my dad a zinger of a kiss and said, "Thank you for giving Zena and me this wonderful man."

Georgia went to the door and called, "Christy, Mike, come in to the table to be with Tom."

The two little kids were not little any more. Mike was taller than I am, and Christy was as voluptuous as Georgia. Mike shook my hand and Christy sat on my lap giving me a hug, rubbing her youthful titties on my chest. "You saved us, Tommy, and I'll never forget it. I remember your face so clearly from when you opened the door to that van and grabbed us, pulling us out. The man inside tried to hit you, but you hit him right in the nose and mouth. I can still hear it. You were pulling us away when other people came and held the guy down till the police came."

Mike said, "I remember it too, Tom. I want to go to college and be an architect like you. You've been my idol all my life or at least since you saved us. Georgia used to say she was going to marry you and raise us as your own, but it didn't happen. We're not mad about that, but we always want you to know how much you mean to us."

"Thank you for coming out here today. If you two like it here, you're always welcome to come out and even stay with me if you want."

Christy said, "We want. I love the way it's so free out here. Look at us, we're naked and not in trouble. We're naked and everyone else is naked. I love it."

Georgia said, "I didn't think we would be able to do it, but once we were naked with all these people, it was as if we had been in your family forever. Now, what can I get you to drink?"

Zena handed Georgia a fat glass of Beefeaters with some olives swimming in it. Georgia sniffed it and said, "A man's drink," and handed it to me. The two kids sat on one side of me while Zena and Shannon sat on the other, but Zena had left a chair empty between us. I can't believe it, but we need a bigger table. By bringing in the chairs from the porch, we had just enough. Georgia and Zena tied on aprons and began bringing food to the table. There was Georgia's famous lasagna, one of her delicious meat pies, and of course, her cannelloni. She had several smaller dishes scattered about the table, including some mussels. It all looked delicious.

When the two ladies sat down, I was passed each type of food to take a helping. My plate was running over. As I ate, Georgia sat watching me, smiling, happy that I enjoyed her cooking. I had a big glass of red wine in front of me that I used to wash down the delicious sauces. This was a king's meal.

Everyone heaped praise on Georgia until she was blushing. I patted her on her hand and asked, "Who is taking care of your store tonight? Saturday night is busy for you."

"All we sell on Saturday night is pizza. I made up dough for two hundred pizzas, so the three kids I have for Saturday evening can take of business. Tonight was too important to miss. I would have closed tonight just to be with you. When Zena came by and asked me to come, I was shocked. I thought you were lost forever, but she said for me to come to be with you. I insisted on cooking for you. Zena said she wants you to cook for me, so next time is your turn."

Zena smiled at me and said, "I thought you might talk to Georgia about your idea here at the park. She might be interested."

I nodded, too busy eating to verbally comment.

To say that dinner was a success would be an understatement. Everyone was stuffed, yet there was a ton of food left. The girls carefully put the leftovers away to be enjoyed later. Zena said there was going to be a campfire with marshmallows later, so we were excited about that. Zena, Georgia, and I took a walk around the cypress swamp, back by the cabins, and by the new ones under construction. Georgia was impressed with my endeavor to create a future income.

We walked up by the outside fence that is near the highway where I said, "Right about here is where I want to build a restaurant. It will have a public side where people who are always clothed can come to get great food at fair prices, and then on this side will be a restaurant for the people within the park. This side will also have a large porch for people to relax and eat or drink. We will have a small indoor lounge, as well as a large indoor dining room. The kitchen will separate the two dining areas with no visual sight lines between the two. It will really be two separate restaurants."

Georgia asked, "What kind of food will you serve?"

"My original thought was a family type of restaurant with foods from a simple meat loaf up to steaks. But then I had this vision of some of Georgia's delicious Italian foods being served, and I could see people beating down the doors to get in."

Georgia slapped my arm, "Oh you. You just have to tease don't you."

"Actually, Georgia, I'm not teasing. I would really like to have you offer your foods from the restaurant. We could set it up where you could even have an outside pickup window for pizzas or other takeout menu items. With you directing the kitchen, we could have some simple dishes, but we would feature the best in Sicilian/Italian cooking."

Georgia stopped and looked at Zena, then at me, "You're serious aren't you? You're asking me to go into business with you. Oh my, this is a lot to think about. Now you've made me nervous."

"No need to be nervous yet, Georgia. This is a new idea that I'm just beginning to work out. It would be a big change for you too, because you would be serving a lot more meals than you've ever thought of."

"Do you think a restaurant out here would go over?"

"Look, Georgia, where your place is now is almost ten minutes to the nearest subdivision and our front gate is less that five minutes from several. We are closer to the population than where your store is. If we need to, we can build other businesses around our gates like a gas station with a convenience store and an insurance office or something like that."

"If you have this restaurant and I work with you, can we have a delivery service?"

"I've always wondered why you didn't deliver, Georgia."

"The insurance people want a lot more money if we have people delivering, even if they are subcontractors. It was just too much for me to afford. We've done okay just selling them out the door."

"What do you think, Georgia, would you just double or would you triple your pizza business if you delivered?"

"Probably triple the business, Tommy. As it is, we get several calls a night for delivery."

Zena had been holding Georgia's hand and said, giving it a squeeze, "So what do you think, Georgia, would you want to do something like that? You could keep your original place just for yourself, plus run ours."

Georgia was quiet for a few steps as we headed back to the house. "How would this work, would you just pay me a salary or would I get part of the profits, if any."

"My thought would be both, Georgia. The restaurant could end up being three meals a day where you would have to hire three total shifts, morning, lunch, and dinner. We would have to think about that many hours though. But you would need managers or lead people for each shift. Your responsibilities would be teaching cooks how to cook and managing staff."

"What about books and stuff?"

"Betsy will set up books and help keep track of all of that. That way you would be free to just make the place function properly. Shannon and Joanie will probably come out and run the lounge for you, and that would include operating a service bar for the public side of the restaurant."

"That's a good idea. You'll have liquor sales from both sides, but no lounge for the locals to get drunk in. I'd bet you don't have too much trouble with most nudists. Who wants to get so drunk they may fall down and scrape some exposed skin?"

Georgia stopped, pulled Zena and me to her, and said, "Yes, I'd like to do that with you. If I were to do that, do you think we three might be closer?"

Zena kissed a very surprised Georgia and said, "If you liked that kiss, I think you might enjoy us later anyway."

Georgia visibly shivered and closed her eyes. "Don't tease, I want that too much."

Zena kissed her again and said, "Does that seem like a tease?"

"Hurry, I have to use the bathroom. You've both made me so nervous I'm going to wet myself. I have a thousand questions, like what about Christy and Mike, where would I live, all of that."

We were able to get Georgia back to the cabin to use the bathroom before our entire group gathered up to go to the campfire and roast marshmallows. Typically the children and ladies were all busy roasting marshmallows, while the guys stood in the back passing a bottle or two or cold beer or around since it was summer.

When the gathering started breaking up, the pool and hot tub filled up with people.

Georgia, Christy, and Mike thought it was cool that a bunch of us stopped at the showers to clean up before going back to the cabin. Georgia was very friendly in the shower, wanting Zena, Shannon, or me to be touching her. For some strange reason, Shannon and Georgia hit it off. They quickly became friends, talking about many things. A real odd couple, Georgia with her dark olive good looks, and Shannon with her many freckles and red hair fronting an impish, sexy smile.

We all enjoyed some late night drinks. Martin and Zora migrated to mom and dad's house for the night, while Maggie, Betsy, and Joanie went to a party. That left Dana and Jeff who were staying over with us, along with Mike and Christy. Those four went to bed, leaving Shannon, Zena, Georgia, and me. Georgia was sitting on the couch next to me, with Zena next to her, and Shannon sitting on the floor in front of us. Shannon's hand was playing with Zena's fuzzies as we were just chatting together, sipping some light white wine.

My arm was over Georgia's shoulder, with my fingertips just grazing one of her big nipples. Georgia said, "This is so relaxing and so erotic. I'm sitting here with a man I've wanted physically for almost ten years. Even though he has two very attractive women, I feel welcome. Thank you. I love the feel of you, Tommy. I love how you feel against me, touching me, making me feel so sexy."

I smiled.

Shannon began running her hand up and down Georgia's leg going farther up her thigh with each stroke. Zena ran her hand over Georgia's waist, lightly touching her thighs and fuzzies. When I kissed Georgia, she groaned and opened her legs, in response to my gently cupping her breast while pinching her nipple.

I whispered into her ear, "Let us take you to bed."

Georgia was up in a flash and pulled me up saying, "Yes, I want to go there, now, fast."

The next couple of hours were a pleasure. We kissed and loved on Georgia until she was groaning loudly, coming almost continuously. When the girls had her legs spread and her center as wet as possible, they pulled me to her center and began working me into her. Georgia's legs came up over my waist and pulled me into her. She wouldn't open. She had a barrier. My dick was pushing up against a barrier just like I had opened with Zena. Georgia was a virgin.

I pulled back and held Georgia until she was coherent. "Georgia, Lover, you're still a virgin. I can't take that from you. You need to wait."

Georgia kissed me, then Zena and Shannon, and said, "It's yours, you must make me a woman. Please, Tommy, I've saved it for you for these many years. Please, I want you to be my first."

Zena and Shannon doubled their efforts to make her even more excited. Georgia said, "Lay back for me a minute, and let me do this.

Georgia pushed me to my back and straddled my hips. Zena held me upright and Shannon separated Georgia' lips to help me find the pleasure center of this woman. She slid down hitting the barrier a couple of times, then slammed down onto my thigh. I could feel her barrier give way, taking me into her tight sheath. It took several downward thrusts, but we were finally totally joined.

"Oh, Tommy, I'm so full. I think you're all the way in me now. I finally have you all inside me." As we all kissed, Georgia's hips began to move ever so slightly. She soon was pulling back and pushing down on me in long, slow strokes.

I rolled us over so I was on top and began slow stroking, completely in, then almost completely out. As Georgia's passions rose, so did mine. She began to shudder, her pussy began to quiver and clamp down on me. Georgia gasped, "Something's happening, it's happening to me, you're loving me, I'm going to explode, I'm coming apart."

Then, with a loud groan, Georgia froze, stopping still, holding me still. "Oh Tommy, that is heaven, this is what a woman is made for."

I was on the edge, but said, "I'm going to pull out, Georgia, if I come, you'll probably get pregnant. I can't do that to you."

"You must, Tommy, you must. This is our first time and if it is to be, it will be. I love you, Tommy, please finish in me, make me a woman."

Zena whispered loud enough for us all to hear, "Fill her up, Tommy, fill her with your sperm, make her a mommy, Tommy, fuck her, fill her, make her a little Tommy."

This sent Georgia over the top again and had me coming in waves. Not one or two little squirts, but sheets and sheets of thick sperm flowing into her deepest parts. Georgia was groaning and weeping at the same time.

"Oh I wish, I wish it could be, I wish you would make me a baby. I love you, Tommy. I've always loved you."

When we settled down, Georgia looked up at me with watery eyes and said, "I do love you, Tommy. Thank you for making me a woman. I'm sorry I can't give you a baby tonight, Tom, I'm too close to my period. Damn the luck. I finally get you to make love to me and I can't even get pregnant."

She wiggled her bottom a little, "Oh that feels so good, you're still big. Do me some more, Tommy, or do I have to give you up to Zena or Shannon."

Zena whispered to her, "Tonight, Tommy is yours, Georgia. This is your night. Fuck him till he can't walk. Make him cum so much it comes out your nose. Do everything you ever wanted to do with him. Shannon and I are here to make you feel good. To help you come more than you've ever come before."

Well, that was the beginning of non-stop three-hour lovemaking with Georgia. By the time she let me loose, my dick was sore from sliding in and out of her newly broken in pussy. When we did finally fall asleep, in a river of our juices, Georgia whispered, "I'm going to be so sore, so wonderfully sore tomorrow."

Zena was on one side of Georgia, I was on the other, and Shannon was hugging my back, kissing my neck.

Sunday morning came entirely too early. Chris and Mike were up early and left for the lake. Dana and Jeff had eaten with the bed and breakfast folks and were exploring the lot they were going to build on. Joanie, Betsy, and Maggie were a little hung over from the late night party.

When I slid from bed, I kissed each of the three girls gently on their foreheads and headed for the john. I needed to pee badly. I quickly shaved, brushed my teeth, and showered, passing back through the bedroom going to the kitchen where I found the three foggy ladies.

Joanie was drinking her Coke while sitting on a chair, with one foot on the seat, inspecting her pussy. "I think it got stretched out of shape last night. Penny kept thinking it was funny the way she could fist me. You could see her fist in my belly. It felt good when she was doing it but I'm a little sore now."

Maggie was smiling at their little friend, "You're always trying to do something more outrageous than the time before. So far you've become the toy of the party for all of us. You might want to slow down a little and just enjoy the girls and guys loving on you and with you."

"You're probably right, Mag, I get so excited and worked up that I want to try everything. The girls keep telling me about more awesome things to try, so I do. I think I'll tone it down a little though, being sore is no fun."

Betsy was sitting while smiling, "Isn't Gerald funny? He loves to titty fuck me. He had June licking my breasts so he could slide between them. And when he came, June and I almost fought over his cum. It flew everywhere. The neat thing was that we ended up in one of the sexiest sixty-nine's I've ever experienced. Her big belly was hanging down, with her pussy just drooling all over me. Gerald got so excited watching us he ended up fucking both of us. They are so sweet, I just love them both."

Listening to the three was waking up my overused willy. Joanie noticed it as I set my coffee cup on the table and leaned over to suck it into her mouth. "Mmmmm," she moaned, as she sucked me up to a full raging hard on.

Maggie came around the table and kicked Joanie right off my hardon, then turned and bent over the table, "How about a wake up, Tommy, my pussy could use a reminder of what it's supposed to be used for?"

Hoping we wouldn't be surprised by any of the constant visitors to the cabin, I slid into Margaret's very wet, very open, pussy. I slid back and forth in a lazy Sunday morning fuck, listening to Maggie groaning her pleasure.

Joanie, ever the tease, got under Maggie and began sucking on her pussy as I slow stroked her. The pussy I was buried in clamped down in an orgasmic clench, holding me so tight that my movement was pulling Maggie's whole body back and forth.

Maggie pushed me back with her butt, pulled free of me, turned to hug me, and gave me a loving kiss. "Thanks, I needed that one more cum to feel complete."

Zena walked in the kitchen with a smile on her face, "After the fucking Georgia gave you last night, I'm surprised you can still get that thing up. Since you can, I'm so horny I could take on an army. How about I just get you to put my fire out?"

Zena gave me a hug and a kiss, put her arms around my neck, and pulled herself up me until my dick was right at her port of pleasure. She slowly lowered herself onto me, proving she was very wet and ready for me.

I laid her back on the table and began giving her the same rhythm as I had with Maggie. A slow, full stroke in and out, feeling the full pleasure with each plunge. I leaned over and kissed her, sucking a rigid nipple into my mouth as I continued to bury myself, mingling our pubic hair.

The three girls were all watching, with their fingers in their pussies, until Joanie decided to help again and pushed my face from Zena's nipples and began sucking and nibbling on them. Betsy came around to the other side of the table and captured the other nipple, sucking it into her mouth.

Maggie, not to be left out, leaned down over us and kissed Zena's gasping mouth. As I felt Zena's pussy begin to grip and clench me with each stroke, I leaned down to her ear and said, "I love you, Zena, I love you more each morning and each day."

This had the desired effect. She threw her arms and legs around me and came hard, gasping and groaning her pleasure. As she relaxed, with the three girls heads just above her face looking at her, Zena smiled and said, "You make me feel like the most loved woman in all the world."

I was still standing between Zena's legs, with my stiff dick buried in her, when Georgia and Shannon came in. Georgia put a hand over her mouth, which was in a big "Oh" while pointing at Zena and me with her other hand. "You two, you're doing it right on the table, where everyone can see you. That's so naughty."

Zena smiled, "Naughty, yes. Feels wonderfully naughty, though. Do you want a refresher, Georgia?"

"Oh no, no, my pussy is so sore I don't think it could handle any this morning." Georgia was patting her pussy, shaking her head back and forth, then smiled, "But just thinking about it, it does seem to get a little itchy."

Shannon came over and kissed me, "Save some for me, Stud, I'm kind of worked up after watching so much last night. If your wife didn't have such a wonderful mouth, I would have been on you all night."

I slowly slid from Zena and reached down to kiss her, helping her sit up and slide to the floor. Thinking I needed to get my stiffy to be a softy, I went to the sink and rinsed my hand and used it to give my dick a cold water wash. It got the hint and softened up.

All of us were sitting at the table having coffee, tea, or a Coke when Georgia asked, "Are you really serious about wanting me to run a restaurant for you? Will a restaurant with two separate dining rooms work?"

I happily said, "Yes, I do Georgia, I want you to run it for us, for me, and I don't know whether two separate dinning rooms will work. You see how you like to be nude here, Chris and Mike love it too, so you can see that there are lots of people that would love to have a restaurant that was accessible to them, whether they had clothes on or not."

"I did see several people with swimsuit bottoms or shorts on yesterday, women and men. It didn't seem out of place and nobody paid any attention either way. I am concerned about Mike and Chris, though. They are at the age when experimenting is so much fun, or in their case, I'm afraid it might be too much fun. I've talked to them before about how they are with each other, but they just continue. I just hope they have physical interests beyond just each other."

Zena asked, "Do you think they might be fooling around?"

"I'm ashamed to say I've even seen it. I didn't say anything at the time because I was so shocked that Christy was doing something I had not ever done yet. The idea that it was Mike doing it with her didn't seem that out of place, though. I don't know why, but that they were doing it with each other didn't bother me, it was that they were doing it at all."

Shannon wanted to know, "If they are that active, how is Chris keeping from getting pregnant?"

Georgia sipped her coffee, then said, "I saw birth control pills in her purse a few months back. The clinic will give them to girls thirteen and over. Who knows how long she's been taking them and how long the two of them have been fooling around?"

I offered, "They did meet several other kids their age yesterday and took off this morning to go on a canoe ride with the same group. They will get a lot of companionship from other nudist kids. They'll also get a lot of information, good and bad, from them. One thing that is good is that so far we don't have any drug problems in the park at all. Not even smoking dope."

"That's a good thing," Georgia said. "I've probably been too strict and too protective of both of them. I just want them to be good kids and grow up to be good adults."

We finally decided to make some pancakes to satisfy our hunger. Georgia said she had to go to her restaurant to make dough and get ready for the day. She had not planned on staying the whole night, but was glad she did. She said she would let her brother and sister stay till this evening, or if we would allow it, they could stay a few days and enjoy the park and the other kids.

Zena and Shannon went with Georgia when she went to get dressed to go into work. I know the girls took a group shower and enjoyed dressing Georgia, making her feel welcome. They made her promise that she would come back after work tonight since she did close early on Sundays.

Georgia left a note for Chris and Mike, and prepared to leave. Maggie had gotten dressed and asked Georgia if she could go with her to help and learn about her business. Georgia was surprised, but agreeable, so they left for the little restaurant in the strip center to get ready for Sunday's business.

I took a cup of coffee out to the porch so I could watch the folks as they wandered from the trails and headed toward the rec center for either a snack, a shower, or to cool off in the pool. It was a lazy Sunday morning and I planned on being lazy too.

Shannon said, "You push things fast, Tommy. You guys are hardly back from your honeymoon and you've bought and opened, or reopened, a bar, planned a clothes cleaners, a new addition onto the bed and breakfast, and now a two-sided restaurant. Are you moving too fast, or did you have a plan developed for a long time?"

"Probably too fast, Shannon, I just try to go with whatever opportunity opens up. The only thing really way out there is the restaurant. That's why it's important to have people like Sandy and Georgia help, even in the early planning stages. Buildings can be built quickly, and for the most part, the staff can be hired fairly fast. The tough part is management. That includes the cooks or a chef, having the right menus or having the right mix within the menus, is what is tough. The key people will be the toughest. That's why I said I may need to replace you at The Office and have you set up the lounge and service bars out here."

Shannon screwed her mouth up a little, "I don't think you'll do a huge business in a lounge out here. The people are all laid back. They come to the lounge and have some drinks either before dining or in the evening, but you're not going to have the intensity like you do at The Office. The service bars will do okay and will probably help you sell food, but I don't think you'll make a lot from liquor out here."

"That will be okay," I said, thinking of the goal of the lounge. "I want the lounge to be a place for naturist to relax, have a drink or two and just enjoy the company of the people there. I think the place could become a great place for park residents and visitors to meet and enjoy each other's company in the evenings. Naturists are day people, sunshine people. But, they don't shut off when the sun goes down. Why not have places to enjoy the evening as well? I wasn't thinking big bucks from liquor, but I do think the business would be steady in the off season and spike during the summer."

Betsy said, "Between your cabins, the bed and breakfast, and the Franks' new strip motel type cabins, the park needs a restaurant. A lot of the people don't want to cook down in the rec center even though it is a daily party, especially during the summer. The campers use the facilities there more than anyone does. That's what it's for, but a lot of the residents and cabin-renting folks will use the restaurant. Case in point, your cabins all have cooking facilities, complete with pots and pans, but most of the cabin renters choose to eat with the bed and breakfast folks. There is a problem there though because you never did plan to serve three meals a day. It stretched into lunch and now you're thinking of serving an evening meal. That's a hell of lot more than a bed and breakfast."

"She's right, Tommy," Zena said. "I think you've stretched the bed and breakfast to the point that you will have to serve three meals and charge accordingly or cut back to just breakfast again. I guess you could just have a cafeteria style dining area so anyone could come in and buy lunch or dinner. You could set up soup and sandwiches for lunch, then from four to seven or eight set out a supper offering. I think there would be a lot of waste though, because you wouldn't know how much to plan for. There again, Georgia might be good to advise you."

"A restaurant would solve that problem, wouldn't it? As long as we would have a menu that included inexpensive meals for families, it would take care of it. If the cabin folks thought it would be too much, they can cook for themselves."

I went to the desk for the rough drawings for the restaurant and some more paper. We made up several options for floor plans, revising them for indoor and outdoor bars, a large porch/patio dining and lounge area that would be screened, but still retain an informal atmosphere.

Shannon thought the public side should have an almost jungle motif. She said it would make the people feel as if they were sharing a little time and space with the naturists on the other side of the restaurant. The idea spread until both dining rooms became jungles, but we would have the jungle take over urban settings such as the Leaning tower of Pisa or the paintings of the Forum. If we have a slightly Italian menu, then we would need some of the Old World look too.

We were still working over the plans when both Zena's and our moms and dads showed up. They joined right in the conversation and thought some of our ideas were tops.

Martin asked me quietly, "I do need to get this lot thing settled, Tom. I talked to Gerald this morning and he's putting together a contract now. If you don't mind, I want to get it done so I can contract Sam to begin work on our place. I know we can stay with you or with Lee and Loraine, but we want our dream house out here with you guys. Zora's so excited about this move, she's a wreck."

"No problem, Martin. How about you and I wander over to Gerald's and get this done." I leaned over to Zena and told her that her dad and I were going to Gerald's for a minute. She nodded and smiled knowing what it was about.

The legal stuff was out of the way and the house was next. I got out some big graph paper and big sketchpads, with Zora and Martin first describing what they were looking for in a home. I drew several small floor plans that we kept modifying and improving upon, until they were able to visualize in their heads what the inside was going to look like.

Using plain typing paper, I sketched rooms and interior views of the house as the floor plan appeared on our more or less final draft. Zora would ask, "What would it look like if I were looking from the kitchen into the family room area?"

Martin kept coming back to, "How about no formal living room, just a larger family room area with an office or study so I could work from home."

This continued through supper and on into the late evening. When we were done, Martin and Zora had a stack of sketches of the interior and the exterior of their dream home, along with a working floor plan. I told them I would run it through my CAD program so Sam could give them an estimate and that satisfied them.

All of my housemates, including Georgia, Mike, and Chris settled down in the living room/family room of the cabin, relaxing and talking about their day. Mike said, "Thanks, Georgia, for letting us stay out here, I really like it here. And thank you, Tom, for having us stay with you. You've really made Georgia happy, and you've really made Chris and me happy."

The group was relaxed with Georgia and Shannon sitting together, leaning against each other, while Zena and I were snuggled on the couch. Georgia said, "Coming out here tonight was very nice. Can I come out often? I know I don't get out of my place till late, but I would still like to end my day out here with you guys. Can we try it while Mike and Chris are here?"

Zena said, "We would love to have you with us whenever you can be here. Tommy will get you a sticker for your car so you can just buzz in and out. You'll be listed as being one of us."

Georgia got up and came over to sit in my lap, "I like the sound of that. One of us, one of you guys, neat."

We all began to stretch and yawn, migrating to bedrooms. When I came to bed, Zena and Georgia were on one side of Shannon who was in the middle of the bed. Shannon patted the empty space for me to settle next to her.

When I had settled down nose to nose with the redhead, she said, "You've convinced me that I'm a practicing bi-sexual. I have two female lovers now, and I also have a male lover, you. I need some male loving, Tommy, I need to feel your kisses and hugs, and I need to feel you in me."

We loved each other with kisses, touches, and a very long gentle joining that left us feeling good about our relationship. Then it was Zena's turn in the center. It's never difficult to love Zena. We demonstrated our familiarity with each other by making our loving an explosion of kisses, touches, and orgasms.

Zena and Shannon then surprised me as they made me lay flat and had the olive skinned Georgia lie directly on top of me. She kissed me gently, telling me how much she enjoyed the three of us. As she lay there, her legs parted, falling on both sides of my hips. A few more kisses and Georgia was reaching between us to fit me into her. It didn't take her but just a couple of strokes to have me fully seated.

As Georgia began undulating her hips, she kissed me and softly said, "My turn, it's my turn to fuck you. We're making love, but I wanted to fuck you so bad, to do it all on my own. I'm going to fuck you until I milk every drop of sperm from your body." Georgia kept up the slow fucking until we both reached that perfect simultaneous climax.

Georgia was still on top of me as Zena snuggled into my side, holding Georgia on top of me as she drifted off to sleep. Zena softly whispered to me, "I love you."



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Chapter 19



Waking up to kisses is very nice. Waking up to kisses from three women is extremely nice. Zena, Shannon, and Georgia were all kissing me. Zena said, "You were our perfect man last night. You loved each of us just right. It was perfect."

Shannon said, "Georgia and I don't have to get up yet, so leave us so we can get another forty winks. Too bad you and Zena have to go to work so early."

I grumped at the teasing and went to the bathroom to take care of business. Twenty minutes later, Zena and I were dressed and ready for breakfast before going to work. Zena said, "Let's go to the family place and have breakfast this morning before going in."

We took Zena's car and were having some French toast when who should come in but Bert. He said, "Fancy meeting you two here in the morning."

Zena looked at Bert with a sly look, "You're just leaving the park, aren't you? You've been spending almost every night out here with Betty, haven't you?"

"Happily guilty as charged. I think I've found a reason to be a happily married man for the rest of my life. Betty has been everything I didn't think I would ever want. She's so full of life and love, that she makes me crazy in love with her."

Bert joined us having French toast and continued to extol Betty's virtues. He looked at me and said, "Now I understand how you and Zena just melded together. Neither one of you were looking for a permanent or a temporary relationship other than living out at the park. You two fit perfectly, just like Betty and I do. When she asked me if I had any women that were going to be disappointed that I was off the market, I told her the only unhappy people would all be male. She not only understands, but also is fascinated that I've been a practicing homosexual all my life. I don't even know whether I'm even bi-sexual now. All I want is Betty."

I asked, "So you've asked her to marry you already?"

"Nope," Bert smiled, "She asked me, and I said yes."

Zena said, "You cautioned me about going too fast but you're beating my time by months."

"That's alright, Betty insisted on a pre-nuptial agreement so she may have money. I don't care one way or the other as I think this is it for me."

"Are you going to keep your condo or move out to the park?" Zena was curious.

"I'll keep the condo for right now, but we'll see what the future brings. Betty has a nice place on one of the big lots like Tommy has. Since we're going to have the clothes cleaning building up by the gate, there will be more space for us now. I might even build an office for me out there. I'd like that."

We went to work diving into a variety of projects. I finished up the jobs pending for the company and later loaded the Harper's project into the CAD program. I checked off "residential" that has all the features I was looking for, and let the program fill in the blanks and dimensions. I printed out the plans, made a copy, and gave them to the mailroom so a courier could take them to Sam and Martin.

Zena came to my office to get me around lunchtime. She wanted to get Subway sandwiches for everyone at the bar and go there to eat. I called to get the orders before Zena and I headed out.

Shannon and Joanie had some surprises. They had a new bartender and two new waitresses that had been sent over by Sandy. I had to say something dumb so, "Funny how every woman in here, except Jean, likes or used to like women a hell of lot more than guys."

One of the previously hired lezzies said, "We have good taste, don't you agree?"

Zena said, "Well, you'll have to convince these four to change to be bi-sexual. You convinced Shannon, Joanie, Betsy, Maggie, and me, so there must be something good about it. Work on them, Stud, you never know, they might come to our side."

Jean had been listening and said, "You were wrong, Tommy, I was definitely one hundred percent homosexual. It took a cousin to make me a happy bi." Then with a sexy smile, Jeanie said in husky voice, "But then I haven't tried you on for size, Tom, perhaps I should."

Shannon said she was getting everything lined up so her deliveries would start coming between noon and one thirty and soon no one would have to come to the bar until noon. She said she wanted the shifts to be as easy and smooth as possible. She said, "Last call is going to be at seven twenty and I'm kicking people out at seven thirty.

We left the bar and went back to our office to find out Bert was having a meeting of all his key people at two. This left enough time to clear all my other projects, to head by Zena's office on the way to the conference room.

There was a surprise guest. Veronica was sitting in a chair next to Bert at the front of the room. Veronica wore a very tailored suit that gave her an extremely conservative business appearance. It was a very stark difference from her usual flowing, revealing apparel. When two o'clock came, Bert stood and introduced Veronica and began explaining how Veronica and Bert were putting their companies together. The purpose was to not only to increase both of their general holdings, but also to increase the opportunity to increase their occupancy rates. With Bert's management and construction teams and Veronica's sales staff, it should be a win, win situation.

The rest of the meeting was on the logistics of merging the two companies. It had been decided that Veronica's people would integrate into our office area, primarily the sales and marketing group, under Zena's new command. Veronica and Bert both said they were planning on taking more time to be with their families.

Zena and I snickered; knowing that Bert was catching up on a lifetime of lost heterosexuality. We didn't know what Veronica was planning for her "more time with the family."

When it was Veronica's turn to speak, she was very glowing in her praise for the way Bert had managed her properties for the past many years and was ecstatic to now become an active participant of that management. She said her primary function was to bring more capital into the organization and to assist with marketing contacts.

When the meeting adjourned Zena and I was leaving when Bert asked us both to stay for a minute. Soon it was just Bert, Veronica, Zena, and I. Bert told me, Tommy, you own some property connected to a parcel now developed by an established company in the area. Their attorney, Ben Phillips, has approached me to see if you might be interested in either selling the land or entering in a build to suit agreement.

Without having to think about it, I stated, "Considering I want to invest in a restaurant out at the park, I would probably rather sell the land rather than have to make an additional capital investment. Is the property important to me for any other reason?"

Veronica wanted to comment, "The parcel in question is on the other side of the large parcel that you own that adjoins the naturist park where you live. Pauline bought the property in the early nineties when you could steal unimproved land from failing savings and loans. She held on to the two pieces of property for possible growth of the park. The Franks' original purchase surrounded three quarters of the lake and was about fourteen hundred acres. As you know, a tree farm and paper company owns the rest of the land on the backside of the lake. To date, the main building area of the camp has expanded more to the east and north with the trailer and camper area up next to the outer wall bordering the highway. The permanent residents are mostly near the lakefront and on the east side of the recreation area and then there is your group of homes on the near west side. Franks wants to keep the land to the west of you that continues around the lake untouched in natural forest with the existing trails that wander through the area all the way back to Frog creek that spills into the lake and separates his property from the timber farm. You will still own two hundred acres that is directly behind your original lots. The company offering to buy the other parcel will build a fence between the two properties for their security, but it will also ensure the park's continued privacy."

"What kind of development will be built on that land? How might it affect the land that I would still own?"

Veronica seemed to know more of the details, so she answered again, "The company, Quality Wear Clothing, has expanded right up to their property line and needs additional manufacturing space. I don't know how they are continuing to maintain their volume, but they are becoming one of the largest employers in the area. I understand they sell to most of the major companies but have consistently won government contracts for military uniforms. They do a substantial export business in uniforms too. You should know these people because they also own the big golf cart company that makes the funny looking patrol vehicles for the city. It's all sort of part of the big S&S Enterprises."

I thought out loud, "So the property wouldn't house a noisy manufacturing facility and it wouldn't have a lot of people swarming around with their faces pressed up against the fence to see naked people. That might be a good way to get the money for our idea."

Bert asked me, "How much will it take to build and open the restaurant you're talking about?"

"That's the tough part, Bert, I don't know yet. It just became an idea that I'm trying to figure out how to do, as well as get all the numbers together. I'll have to hire some additional outside help, but I have the key people necessary to be successful."

Veronica asked, "Are you going to look for others to invest in the project or are you planning to hoard the entire project?"

"Oh, Veronica," I laughed. "You make it sound like I won't let you play with my ball. Because of the concept, and the treachery of the food and beverage business, I didn't think there would be too many people willing to invest in a project like this."

"You know, Tom," Bert said with a smile, "so far everything you've done that's been an investment has turned out very nice. Your plan to help Betty by building a laundry and dry cleaning facility is a great idea and Franks is already trying to figure out how to build and open a couple of more stores making that almost a strip mall."

Zena had a comment, "The key to anything that is opened inside the park is that it must have a big appeal for the permanent residents. The community isn't big enough to support many stores since everything is available close by outside of the park. A naturist park is not going to have a successful T-shirt or swimming suit shop. It might support a convenience type store that sold some food items, over the counter vitamins, drugs, and first aid supplies.

Zena then added to the ideas, "Actually, I was thinking that I might figure out how to have a suntan and sunscreen lotion vending machine and put it in or at the rec center. If I could find a manufacturer that had a consistent size bottle for all varieties of lotion, then I could get a vending machine manufacturer to build some for me. I could put them at all the naturist parks and at all of the beaches in the area."

Veronica gushed, "Zena, that is a fantastic idea. I wonder why no one ever thought of it. I'm sure there are some of the convenience vending machines that can sell tiny bottle of sunscreen but no machines that are specifically for sun lotions. You could have some scarves and possibly even cute little slouch hats in there too. That is a great idea."

Zena punched me and said, "Take a note; we have to work on that idea."

Bert said, "That hasn't answered Veronica's original question, Tom. Will you consider letting others invest in this proposed restaurant?"

"Since I haven't considered that yet, let me think about it and how it would work. I need to work on the public side of the building and operation some more to figure out how we will operate."

"Your restaurant idea is good as there is going to be some high density housing built across the highway," Veronica said. "S&S is building about a thousand townhouses directly across the highway, and they will have a large condo development just north of there. It's being built mainly for their employees so it will all be local traffic. You'll draw from there plus the other residential areas are all nearby. You should have good traffic."

"Hmmm, maybe I need to think of a more expanded idea for the public side. Perhaps an all day restaurant between a specialty restaurant and a bar/lounge sitting on the other side."

Bert said, "Whatever you end up doing, think about letting some others invest in what you do. There are not many good investment opportunities right now, so we are all looking for a place for any extra capital."

"Okay, Zena and I will do that. Nothing is cast in stone yet."

Veronica said, "I've looked at the projects you've supervised, Tom. You have done a remarkable job. Your two main contractors tell me that they are able to bid jobs a lot closer and considerably cheaper since you've taken over the supervision. They all said your directions and prints are dead on, exact. Bert tells me it's now easier to get additional money out of the lessees when they ask for something extra after we have begun."

"That's my job, Veronica. Bert brought me up here to help Zena with her customers. I hate to say so, but Bert hardly ever gets a real day's work from me except when we're held up on a job over inspections or customer changes. It's a great job."

"So I'm paying you too much, huh?" Bert asked with a smile. "Well, I'm okay with it because I haven't had to ask you for anything a second time since you've been upstairs. You've done a good job settling down the group downstairs as well. Hell, you could work from home if you wanted to; just keep doing what you're doing."

Zena bragged on me, "Veronica, since Tom's been doing the finals for all our build-outs, our vacancy rate has gone from about seventy-six percent to where we are right at eighty-nine now. If I get these next two big deals, we'll be about ninety-five and that will be unheard of. The other major management firms are all complaining that they are all way under seventy percent occupancy."

"I'm happy to be a part of your company now," Veronica said. "Now perhaps I can get some personal attention from your senior engineer."

Bert defended me, "Tom's always been a little stand offish since he's been upstairs. Zena, Bruce, and Andrea have all tried to distract him, but he keeps putting out good work in spite of their efforts."

Zena said, "Come on, Tommy, let's get out of here. It's getting deep. It's time to clean up our desks and for you to get together what ever you need to get everyone busy with numbers at home."

On the way out the door, Bert said, "Did you see the flyer? The Office is having a quarter Bud draft night. I was thinking of stopping by for a beer or two and some popcorn. I wonder what kind of snacks they will have tonight."

Veronica said to us, "I'll stop by for a beer with Andrea."

I cleaned up the last of the work I was doing and straightened my desk. I put everything for the park into my briefcase and headed down the hall to see if Zena was ready.

She was turning off her lights as I came up, so we walked to the elevator and pushed "one." We walked over to The Office after dropping off our briefcases in Zena's car. It was early, not even four yet, so we were astonished when we opened the back door. The place was packed wall to wall.

When we made it to the bar, Joanie, Shannon, and the new bartender were busy. Sometime today, someone had installed a new group of draft dispensing nozzles. There was now a second row of draft handles. Eight more Bud and eight more Bud Light draft handles. Wow, that represented sixteen additional kegs of beer. Joanie was lining up eight mugs at a time and pulling the handles to lock position. Since the glasses were cold and the beer was ice cold, there wasn't as much foam. By the time she was done turning the tap on for the last mug she could turn off the first one off and each one down the line, having filled eight mugs at once. Jeanie was helping Joanie pull the full mugs and delivering them to the waitress service stations.

Jake was good at getting the beer to flow with just the right amount of pressure. It looked like he had sixteen extra kegs tapped for this event.

There were a couple of the big shots from Bud, plus the driver that I recognized from seeing him on a delivery. The Bud people were scarfing the salty peanuts and sucking down the beer. I wonder if they put together that we encouraged our customers to enjoy our snacks.

I also noticed another anomaly. Even though we were near giving the Bud away in our regular twelve-ounce mugs, Shannon and the new bartender were both busy mixing drinks. That means we were making up in booze sales what we were missing in Bud sales.

Zena and I found a place at the bar near the Bud people. Shannon saw us and blew us a kiss, then grabbed two mugs and gave Zena and me each a mug of Bud light. I was really amazed to see the bar so packed at three-thirty on a Monday afternoon.

Shannon leaned across the bar and said, "Talk about good timing, a big brokerage house just announced a big deal and let most of their people out early today. The IBM training center is jammed this week and they just got out of classes to. Hopefully some of these folks will clear out by the time our regulars start showing up. I had Jake bring in two more of his cousins so he has four people plus him working the kitchen and he still isn't catching up because he's swapping kegs almost continuously. He's been in the cooler so much he's wearing a coat and gloves. Hope you don't mind that I put the two on in back, and I've also borrowed two more from Sandy."

One of the Bud people came over to Zena and me while Shannon was talking to us. He said, "Shannon, introduce me, this is your boss, right?"

Shannon said, "Zena, Tom this is Tom Peppin, the distributor. Tom, this is Tom and Zena Parks the owners."

We shook hands and I said, "I only own the place. Shannon is the manager here. She has free reign to do business as she sees fit."

"She's doing a great job, Tom," Tom Peppin said. "She talked the driver into a special promotion and from the looks of things she promoted it just right. I hope we can help you guys do something like this more often. With how we're doing this, you and I are splitting a dime a mug. You won't get rich on Bud sales tonight, but you'll have pushed yourself into a better discount rate for volume. You should plan on a promotion like this once a month to keep your discount rate high. That's what will make you money. I've noticed you're still doing a good LBJ business. (Liquor by the Jigger) Plus, your kitchen is really putting out a lot of food."

While we were talking, more and more people kept coming in filling every chair, with more people standing behind those sitting. Overcrowding could become a problem.

Finally about quarter to five, it seemed like most of the people began paying their tabs and leaving. While one group was leaving, early out office people, our regulars, were arriving. Zena and I helped bus glasses and mugs from the tables, taking them to the back to let the big dishwasher do a quick job.

One of the new girls in the back was taking the freshly washed mugs from the washer tray putting them on a belt that flowed through the big freezer. The mugs came out a little door in the bar one at a time as they were used. Someone had created a great scheme as it was like the conveyor at the grocery store. When a frosty mug came through the little opening it broke the light beam and the conveyor stopped. There was a switch that would let one at a time break the beam and stop until you pushed a button for the next mug or the switch was set for another mug to come as soon as the obstruction from the light beam was removed.

I told Zena I was going to see if the kitchen needed any help and she said she would bus tables for a while to help the waitresses catch up. In the kitchen I was introduced to Jake's other two cousins Melda and Kiesha. They had a pretty good production line going. The waitresses were taking the orders and writing the table number on the order. That way, either the waitress or one of the kitchen people could take an order to the table when it was ready. On the wall next to the big swinging doors was a diagram of the floor with table numbers on it. I washed my hands and when an order came up I grabbed the order ticket and carried the tray with three plates to table twenty-seven. There I asked who ordered what, and was able to give each plate to the right person. One of the other people at the table said, "I didn't think I wanted anything to eat, but could I get some of the tamales?"

Using my pen, I wrote tamales and added "add on" and went back to the kitchen to hang the order on the wire with clothespins. I asked if I should get tamales from the freezer, but Kiesha said, "The big pot on the left has tamales, just take one of the six inch plates, put two tamales on it and take it to the table. That's a fast order."

Since another order came up, I took the next order and the add-on out. I gave table twenty-seven the plate of tamales and went to table fourteen with the multiple orders of chili cheese fries. By the time I got back, two more trays were ready because there were now three people filling orders while Jake was busing tables and filling the dishwasher and the mug conveyor. Before I could pick up the trays, little Jean told me to wait a second. She pulled a giant smock from a stack of clean ones and put the loop over my head then had me turn so she could tie it in the back. She turned me around winked at me and pinched my cheek. We both laughed.

Zena soon had a smock on delivering orders. All of the waitresses loved the fact that Zena and I were busing tables and delivering food orders as fast as they could take orders and serve drinks. This continued until about seven fifteen, Zena took the only pending food order out while I was busing tables for plates, glasses, and mugs.

It seemed that there were fewer people in the bar every time I went back out to clean more tables. Zena and I began washing tables and chairs as we bused the tables, but we didn't put the chairs up.

I heard Shannon calling "Last call" to the last big group near the door who suddenly realized that it was seven forty-five already. None of the group wanted any more to drink or eat, so I could see the three behind the bar working on cleaning up back there. The waitresses had been busy collecting tabs for the tables as people were ready to leave and were now helping clean tables.

I had not noticed that Betsy had come in, changed, and had been serving since before five. She was now working her way from back to front with a long handled duster, cleaning ledges and wall hangings.

The last group left with both Zena and I attacking the tables to clean them. I took both of the bus tubs back to the kitchen and Jake snatched them and loaded the plates, glasses, and mugs into a dishwasher basket and hooked it to the pulley that pulls the baskets through. I asked what I could do and he told me to begin stacking the freshly cleaned glasses in a bar tray and put the excess clean mugs on a large group of shelves for mugs. The place for the clean dishes was obvious. That didn't take long as the dishwasher cleaned and pushed the baskets through quickly.

I noticed that Jeanie was now scrubbing shelves back by the big eight-burner stove and grille while the other two girls were washing over the top of the hood. Jake had taken down the hood filter and was cleaning it with steam from a boiler near a back door.

My next chore was to begin hauling out trash. Even though draft had been a near giveaway, there were eight big bins of empty bottles and other trash. Thank goodness the bins had wheels or I would have had to drag them, as they were so heavy. Straight out the back door there was a small loading dock for deliveries with a dumpster on one end. I was able to just tip the bins over and dump them. Jake had told me to leave the bins outside so he could steam them out before bringing them back in.

The four people in the kitchen seemed to be working well together and I was about to get in their way, so I moved out to the bar area. It looked like it was just about done as they were stacking glasses from the bar trays. Betsy and the girls were finished with the lounge, including the vacuuming, and mopping and were now going over all of the tickets with Shannon and stacking up piles of money from tips.

Zena pulled a couple of mugs and drew us each a beer and came to sit next to me at the bar. She said, "Can you believe how busy the bar was? How many people there were was unreal."

Jake came out of the back and said, "No one will believe this but we went through over forty kegs of beer. We'll have to have a delivery tomorrow. We'll never last the week with what we have left. Even Miller and Bass went through multiple kegs. Miller Lite did three kegs, Bass two kegs, and Guinness even had to have a new keg." He told Shannon, "I made up the food order to fill us up. We're really low on some items like nachos and the stuff that goes with them."

Jeanie was now drinking a beer too and said, "I made up so many of those nacho plates that my fingers are still burning from the jalopenos.

Jake served Melda and Kiesha each a beer and made up drinks or drew beer for the waitresses as they were counting. Shannon had finished "Z-ing" out the registers and had gone into her office. She came back and handed me register tapes with an adding machine tape stapled on it. The total from two bar registers and three waitress station registers was just over fifteen thousand dollars. I showed it to Zena and asked, "How can that be? How can it be so much?" Zena said, "Let's try to figure it, the place has a capacity of three fifty and it was over capacity from the time the girls opened until seven. There seemed to be a good turnover in the crowd, so from three to seven say we had three separate groups of nearly four hundred. All of them didn't spend fifteen dollars or we would have had an eighteen thousand dollar day."

I asked Shannon, "What was a big day when Rita had the bar?"

Shannon grinned, "She always felt good when we did four grand from eleven AM till three AM. You did six the first day in business and have done over four every day with that one day we did about sixty-five. The key to the business is the specials and letting people know about them. Tonight, because we were serving food so fast, people were ordering more. The hard liquor crowd was out in force tonight too. We served a lot of the drinkers a mug of beer and a mixed drink at the same time."

Betsy counted noses and looked at Zena and me. I shook my head no, and then she began counting out tip money. She handed Jake his first, then Jean, Kiesha, and Melda. Next she handed out tips to Joanie, the new bartender, and each of the five waitresses. Betsy said, "I only worked from five thirty to close, so I only took a half share. Are you girls all right with that? Tom and Zena passed on taking a share." They all were standing there trying to fathom how much they had made.

The one girl from Sandy's place said, "This is unreal. We worked five hours and made two hundred seventy-five a piece. If we make a hundred on Friday night either at the P-club or Sandy's lounge and restaurant that's a good night. You even split it evenly with the kitchen and bar backs."

The other girl from the P-club came over and winked at me and gave Zena a nice kiss and said, "Thanks."

Jake and Jeanie were smiling while their two cousins were ecstatic. Shannon said, "If you want, you can all come back tomorrow. I'll have a special but I don't think it will draw like this one. We need everything, even popcorn if you can believe it. I'll come in early and make sure I get the deliveries before three. If you two girls from Sandy's are going to work tomorrow and after that, I need to order you some of our sexy stuff to wear. Oh yeah, all you waitresses go buy a garter so the customers can stick money in them as you go by. Put them as high as you dare. You know some of the guys and girls are going to be feeling around wherever that garter is. So what are you gonna do, girls, continue here? I still owe you fifty for the shift but I have to take money out of it and pay you by check."

Melda spoke up, "So, you mean to tell me that you be payin' us fifty dollars for maybe six hours, plus we gets tips like this?"

Shannon told her, "No, cooks and bar backs make seventy-five a shift because what you do is really hard work. You guys did a good job tonight and probably helped us sell more food and get more tips. We may have too many people for a slow night, but we've been knocking down some big numbers lately. If we have too many people then our customers get served faster and we get the place cleaned up faster. It's all of your choice."

Melda asked again, "You really want us back tomorrow night?"

Shannon said, "Let's try you four to help Jake back there for this week. I may only need two or three of you some nights, but on special nights it takes at least four. Keep in mind, Tom and Zena were waiting tables too. I noticed that Tom was doing all of the food service from before five till close. That helped in the kitchen and the floor. Zena was busing tables and even serving beer. It would be nice if we did this much every night, but it won't happen. We can hope for three big nights a week and work for it, but the other nights there won't be that much."

The two girls from Sandy's said, "We'll ask Sandy tonight. She wants us to work from nine to close. That's longer than we worked here plus she only pays forty a shift. If we come in at two thirty tomorrow we can do this job too. I want to come if you want us." The girl with her also nodded her head.

Shannon looked around and said, "Let's see how it goes tomorrow. I'll send out a flyer, but who knows what it will bring. We can always do a buy one, get one, for draft or domestic bottles. Another promotion we can have could be a "women get two free night." That will bring in the girls, and the guys will follow. We can even have a guy' night and see how that works out. It'll probably be just a bunch of drunken guys. We'll serve free hot dogs or something to keep the drunks down. Think of good promotions so we can have something fresh. Think up more good outfits so we keep them coming back to see how daring we will get. We'll wear real long skirts and loose blouses one of these nights like the girls from the fifties used to wear. We'll keep a lot of buttons undone and put splits in the skirts so when we move we'll show a lot of leg, but help me out, girls. You all did a great job. Let's go home."

As we were going out the back door, I heard Melda ask Jeanie, "So when do we have to fuck the boss or give him head for the job. What's he like?"

Jeanie laughed and said, "You'll have to ask Zena. I hear they're wild, but Tommy won't ask you for anything to let you work. Besides he lets Shannon do all the hiring and firing."

Kiesha said, "Shit, for money like this, we'd have to be spreadin' for the customers, much less the boss. I guess we owe Jake, or is that your exclusive stuff, Jeanie?"

"He's just helping me out right now," Jeanie said. "He don't even touch me, much less anything else. Jake's an absolute gem of a guy. He ain't even chargin' me rent while I stay with him."

Zena and I got into her car while Betsy and Joanie got into Betsy's. Shannon was going to drive Jake and the girls to Jake's place.

On the way home, Zena said, "I'm glad we don't have to run that place. Because we own it, I feel like I should help when it's as busy as it was tonight. I can't believe the place took in that much money in the short hours it was open. Shannon shouldn't have any trouble getting specials from any of the vendors with a record like that one. We made our Bud driver's week with that special. Of course, we weren't paying full price for the kegs, but we were still getting a nickel a beer."

I said, "I think there is about a hundred fifty mugs of beer in a keg. So that's less than forty dollars a keg. I think a keg is usually a little less than sixty each. So we were getting about twenty off a keg. Apparently we sold way over five thousand mugs of beer. That's still some good advertising for Peppin distributing for about eight hundred bucks. I noticed we were giving away Peppin heart association pins and there was a donation box up front too. It was probably a total write-off for them."

We were home just a little later than we normally would have been and discovered we were all starved. Maggie said she had already heard from some of the park people about how crowded the place was. She had some ham, sweet potatoes, and green beans for us to eat. We all ate and elected to take a walk to relax. We walked as far as the rec building but the mosquitoes were horrible tonight, so we dove into the pool for a quick swim, took a shower and headed back home.

It was too late for me to work on the restaurant, but I did get out the building plans for the new wash house. Zena said she wanted to visit with her mom and dad a minute and Shannon wanted to walk with me to Sam's.

I knocked on the Sam's door and he opened it with a smile, welcoming us in. I went over the plans with Sam. The CAD program gave material quantities, but you really needed to go over the quantities one at a time anyway. He said he would be able to give me a price tomorrow. I told him, "Just build it tomorrow. I know you can't do that, but go ahead and try to pull permits real quick to make sure we won't have any problems. Make sure you figure on connecting to the new sewers. Betty is ready to make her business work as quickly as possible. She won't need the money as bad now that she's hooked up with Bert, but she still wants to be independent."

Shannon and I walked quickly back to the cabin to keep from getting eaten alive by the bugs. Inside, the girls were watching TV and having a nightcap. I fixed Shannon and me a margarita and I sketched some more on the public side of the restaurant. As soon as Zena came back, we hit the bed.

We were lying quietly in the bed when Shannon said, "I'm broke. My period came this afternoon. Sorry, I really wanted some loving tonight, but Mother Nature put a stop to that."

Zena crawled over me and began kissing on Shannon. "You'll have all the loving you can stand from us. You just won't get the good fucking that can go with it. I love to kiss all your freckles, Shannon. Tom, you start on that side and I'll work on this. We'll kiss all of them right down to her, ah, ah, belly button."

Shannon was giggling and said, "But I have freckles on my legs and all over my butt too. No kisses there?"

We did end up kissing the freckles on her legs and her butt, avoiding the string dangling between her cheeks. The night ended wonderfully as Zena lay forward over Shannon's mouth while I filled Zena from behind. We went to sleep with Zena in the middle and Shannon and me hugging her.

Tuesday, I was able to focus on the design of the restaurant and continued enhancing the public side of the place. I came up with the idea to have a three meal a day diner type area in the middle of the public area. On one side would be a real Italian theme restaurant that also served good steaks.

The other side of the diner was going to be a small game room first, then a bar area complete with dart games, foosball, and pool tables, with a large horseshoe shaped bar. The other side of the bar would be a lounge large enough to accommodate a weekend band if we wanted. If the lounge and bar didn't pay, I could just close it to try again another time, but I was confident the three meal a day diner and the theme restaurant would be successful. If I was thinking right, parents could put kids into the game room while they enjoy a drink in the lounge. Young adults and the beer crowd could enjoy the bar and shoot some pool. If we did it right, we could attract some pool league teams during the week and perhaps sponsor a slow pitch softball team on the Sunday beer league. Considering we would hopefully have one of the best pizza makers in this part of town, we could have pizza available to buy in all three areas. And we would do what Georgia has not done have a delivery service of not only pizza, but also some of her select dishes.

The more I increased the size of the public area, the more I wanted to increase the size of the park area. However, the park area would not have the total people draw the public side would have. I finally kept it the way I originally conceived it. Instead of a diner on the park side we would have the casual dining area for breakfast, and for lunch we would open the main seating area to let customers choose.

I was finally able to visualize what I wanted the place to look like from the road. The left side would be the nice restaurant and its parking area separated by shrubs and palms keeping making the place appear totally separate.

Then the diner and bar would have parking in front, going completely around the side where the lounge would be. I wanted a porch area for the bar and a screened porch area with lots of shrubbery on the lounge side, giving a feeling of class. The public would learn that they were all together but they would feel like it was multiple places when they came. I needed to re-arrange stuff a little by having the nice lounge next to the restaurant. Next would be the neighborhood bar with the game room separating it from the diner on the far right side. I looked at it and decided that was better. I could move the shrubbery and palms a little to separate the lounge and restaurant area from the bar and billiards, even though the horseshoe bar would actually join all of it.

Now I came back to leaving a large kitchen area smack in the middle, with a delivery dock on the side next to the diner. All of the food and beverage areas would have access to the kitchen, except most would be just pass-through windows. The kitchen would probably have separate cooking areas. A kitchen for the short order diner side, but they could order a steak or fancy Italian dishes as well. What would tie them all together would be the pizza making and cooking area.

I even had another idea. We could deliver pizza and dinner orders within the park by using a golf cart. Since the carts were made almost right across the road, why not? There were always at least one or two high school kids living in the park that could use an evening and weekend job.

The design was going to be easy but the kitchen equipment placement would be difficult. The wait staff would be the hardest, as we would have to have nudist compatible folks on the park side. I was thinking that they could even be dressed, but would still need to be nudist compatible. The kitchen staff wouldn't really be exposed to the park residents, so as long as we had server areas for the food to be passed through to the waiters and waitresses, there wouldn't be a problem.

I began entering everything in the CAD program and worked as fast as I could. Zena came to get me for lunch. We went to a place on the east side of town to meet a customer and went over the strange things he wanted to accomplish. The lunch took almost three hours and a gallon of iced tea to finally get everything down, except for the drawings. I would get the space dimensions, begin laying it out, and then work with the client.

The rough plans were finished for my new venture and printed out in blueprint form and size for pricing. I included the drawings of the exterior and the sketches of the interior views that I envisioned so Sam could estimate the landscaping and decorating.

I was snapping a rubber band on the rolled up prints when Zena came in and said, "How about a beer?"

We dropped off the two sets of prints and drawings in her car and walked in the back door of "The Office." The place was as nuts as yesterday. Zena looked at me and said, "We should find a quieter bar. This place is crazy. Let's have a beer before we dive in and help."

As we walked to the bar, we could see that the waitresses were having trouble clearing tables of dishes, glasses, and mugs. Zena and I didn't even bother getting a beer. We just went into the kitchen, grabbed some smock aprons and some busing tubs, and headed out. The four people in the kitchen were so busy making orders they didn't look up.

It didn't take the two of us long to get the tables straightened away to let new groups sit so they could order food and snacks. We put out fresh bowls of popcorn on the tables and even began taking orders. Today's special was our six dollar nacho plate for two bucks when you bought at least a pitcher or bucket of bottles.

I expected to only serve nachos, but we served all the different types of snacks and sandwiches as well as the nacho dish. The customers were constantly saying, "Give me a number two sandwich, an order of nachos, and a bucket of beer." A bucket was five bottles for the price of four and a half.

With every order there was a business card. On one side, "The Office" was printed along with our address, phone number, and with our slogan, 'The coldest beer in town.' On the other was a note that tomorrow's special was going to be "buy one drink, get one of anything in the house." Free popcorn and peanuts were printed there as well.

Tonight people began leaving about six forty-five and were gone by seven fifteen. We had the bar cleaned and driving home at five to eight. At home, we heard about how Jake and the three cousins covered all of the surrounding buildings with flyers. Shannon said that Jeanie mentioned people were even waiting to find out what kind of deal we would have. She said, "I guess we'll just keep spending the fifty bucks a day for flyers. What did you think of the cards we were handing out? I had six more sets made with different specials so we can hand them out to promote the next day. We won't hand out cards on Friday, but we will the other four days. Monday's special will have to be good enough to draw folks just from the flyer."

While we were eating, Betsy said, "You know from the way the sales look, you're going to be doing about sixty to seventy-five grand a week. That is a hell of a bar business. That's over three mil a year, if you can keep up the pace. Even if you drop off a full third, that's over two a year and that is a hell of a bar, especially one that's only open five hours a day."

I nodded and said, "It's good experience for when we open up out here. This place won't be that busy, but it should do a steady business in all areas. I'll show you all after supper."

We cleaned up the kitchen before I spread out the plans to first show the two floor plans and explain my ideas. Then I brought out the drawings telling them to look at them and comment on the floor plan.

Shannon said, "That place is going to be huge. Do you really want to have a place that big?"

The other girls were quietly agreeing with Shannon.

"Here's my idea. This area only has one family style eating place and it's always near standing room only. That's why the need for a diner serving three meals that people could come in to get a meal and enjoy. Next to it would be the game room where the kids could play while mom and dad finish coffee.

"In the middle a regular bar and pool room. About six pool tables, some darts. Foosball and a decent jukebox with the speakers all directed toward the middle of the bar. Go around the horseshoe bar to the other side and TA DA, a nice lounge complete with a small stage for possible weekend bands. We might even have a piano for weeknight entertainment. The lounge atmosphere is to be laid back, Penthouse or Playboy type dress for the wait staff, but in good taste not as flashy as at The Office.

"This would flow into the theme dining room for the good restaurant. Please note, at the rear of the restaurant where the park fence is, the door into the drivers' waiting area. That's for drivers who deliver pizzas and dinners. We might not have plural drivers, but I thought we might as well sell more food.

So now what do you think about this idea. Note the way shrubbery and palms separate the lounge from the bar, game room, and diner area.

Maggie was looking at it and asked, "Do you really think the public side could be that busy?"

"I do, because there is only one neighborhood bar in the area. I do, because there isn't a nice restaurant close to the area. I do, because there is only one all day, three meal a day eatery. There will be about a thousand people living across the highway, with a lot more in the nearby subdivisions. There is a Perkins down the road that's far enough away that we won't even compete. I'm not competing with the fast food people and we'll have some of the best coffee around. The diner will be a bright cheerful place to eat and to enjoy a beer with your meal. The bar should draw a youthful crowd and I hope some pool and or dart leagues. The lounge will attract some of the higher end people or those that would enjoy a quiet drink. The restaurant will be the place to go for a great Italian dinner, a great steak, or the prime rib special on a Friday night." I took a deep breath and then said, "And that's only on the public side."

Zena asked, "What if the park doesn't want to give up the space?"

"Then I'll build it on our land that's adjacent to the park and have a little different design, but it will still be the same idea. I think they will go along with it as the location won't interfere with the front gate and it will bring in revenue for the park."

Joanie commented, "You really went crazy over this didn't you? That's a big investment and it's also going to be a nightmare to staff. The place should help take up some of the slack that is missing in the area as well as the park. It will give several people employment if that's what they would want, and it will be a fun place to go, in or out of clothes."

Sam came in the door with his wife and asked, "Do you have the plans that you were talking about?"

"Right here, Sam. Come look so I can tell you my reasoning on the areas."

The girls got up to go do other things while I explained everything to him. When we were done he asked mostly the same questions the girls asked and when I said I would just build it on my own land with an entrance from the park he laughed. "Don't worry. Franks will take one look at this and ask you how soon you can open. He's going to love leasing you the land, especially all the land outside the fence. There might be some zoning issues, but probably not. Let Gerald handle it as he knows how to do it."

Sam took a set of plans and drawings and headed toward Mr. Franks' place. He didn't say that, but I knew he would go there just to get him excited about it.

We were all lazing around, thinking about showers before bed when the phone rang. It was Mr. Franks.

"If I didn't go along with your idea, would you really just build it on the property adjacent to the park?"

"Yes Sir, but the location I picked would be best for the park people and it still wouldn't compromise our front gate."

Mr. Franks said, "I saw that and I have to say that I like the layout. You're making the public part a very desirable complex. With the new housing going up, you should do well. Come to the park council meeting next Wednesday and we'll vote. Hang on, Sam is saying something."

There was a muffled conversation then Mr. Franks said, "Can you come tomorrow night. We'll include your plans in the meeting and get a consensus. Call Gerald and have him review the plans and elevations with you?"

I answered, "I'll call him when we hang up."

"Clunk!" He hung up.

Gerald listened to my story and said he would come right then. I told him that it could wait till morning, but he said it couldn't because he was too curious.

Gerald came in with June and I gave him the whole pitch and answered all his questions. He asked, "Where are you going to get the money for all this?"

"I'm selling the chunk of land behind the park to the big clothing manufacturer. The money from that should be more than enough."

"Let me check all the zoning and see what variances I'll have to get. A lot of your decisions will be hinge on if you can get another liquor license. I'll apply for it now so we can get a community acceptance, which should be easy, because we are the community. Hot damn. This is going to be great. The whole park is going to benefit. Good going, Tommy."

I took a shower and joined my girls in bed. Zena said, "Now you have to get another set of plans to show Georgia. She's going to shit when she sees the size of the place. Do you think she'll run it?"

"She'll run it, but I'm going to make her manage it, and not live it. I'll make sure she only works a reasonable amount of time and hires good people she can delegate to. It'll give her more opportunity to come up with an even better menu."

"Maggie is going to manage and run part of it. Betsy may wish to be the bean counter. We'll have to split up responsibilities, as it will be too big for just one or two people."

We kissed and hugged, but quickly fell asleep from the busy day.



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Chapter 20



When I woke up Wednesday morning face to face with Zena, I knew the day would go well. She helped confirm this by waking at the same time and moving even closer, tighter, to give me some loving kisses.

As soon as the kisses started, the morning wood turned to steel poking up between Zena's closed legs. She whispered, "So your little head wants to come in?"

I whispered back, "It definitely wants to come, and it would much prefer to be in than out, when it does."

Zena lifted her leg and my dick sprang up to lie against her moist lips. We kept kissing and Zena maneuvered her hips to catch the head with her outer lips and pushing at me to slide into her warm body. Once completely inside, Zena slowly fucked me while we continued kissing.

Our position must have been perfect for her to receive the maximum stimulation, as her breathing quickly became ragged and her hip movements became more erratic.

Hooking her leg behind me and with her arms around me, Zena pulled me to be on top of her, and still kept up her hip movement, sliding almost out, then completely back into her until the head of my dick met the end of her channel. With her completely wrapped around me, she whispered, "Do it harder, faster, make me cum, cum in me."

Shannon's head appeared from one side, trying to get at one of Zena's stiff nipples. That was all the stimulation Zena needed to go off, or should I say get off, in a way that no one could doubt that she enjoyed a massive orgasm. As she began coming down from her peak, she whispered, "Come in me, Tommy, shoot your love into me, fill me."

That was enough and with the first blast of sperm into her, Zena came again while feeling the warmth of my juices rush into her.

As we both relaxed after the wonderful early morning release, Shannon was kissing both of us. She was telling Zena, "One more day and I'm going to need both of you. You two have made me constantly want both of you."

We separated to use the bathroom and begin showering. Zena told Shannon, "If you're really horny, this is the place to take care of it. You can fuck all you want in the shower and the evidence just washes down the drain. No muss, no fuss, no stains, just a satisfied pussy."

Shannon was surprised and asked, "Won't that hurt me? Or could my flow hurt, Tommy?"

"It won't hurt either of you." Zena said. "That's how Tommy satisfies me every month. Now that I'm used to having him inside me as often as possible, I can't wait three or four days for my next good orgasm."

Shannon stepped out of the shower and quickly was back under the water with Zena and me. The two girls were each stroking me to make sure I remained hard as we kissed, while Zena used her other hand to stimulate Shannon's pussy. We had Shannon turn her back to me and lean up against the shower wall. With me behind her, I slipped my dick back and forth along her pussy lips until Shannon arched her hips slightly and I was instantly inside her, sliding to the end of her channel.

I started sliding in and out of her, with both my hands around her chest, holding onto her breasts and lightly pinching her nipples. Zena was hugging my back making me the meat in our loving sandwich while she reached around Shannon and me to manipulate her clitoris.

We were both worked up enough to move right into the fast short strokes that led to me shooting blast after blast of my sperm deep into Shannon. This time after coming, my dick decided to wilt sufficiently that when Shannon squeezed her pussy, my dick slipped out, along with some reddish tinted sperm. Shannon turned to kiss me, hugging me, whispering loving words in my ear.

We three finished showering, dried off and went to the kitchen for coffee. Betsy was sitting at the table with Maggie. Both girls were grinning as we came in. Betsy said, "You're in good form this morning, Tommy. We heard you and Zena and then we heard you three in the shower. From Shannon's grin, she's been taken care of too."

Maggie was saying wistfully, "We need to clone Tommy so he can take care of all of us whenever we need him every day. I think if we were to all get as much loving as we want, Tommy would quickly wither away."

I gave both girls some kisses, tweaking a nipple each as I did, "It would be my pleasure to give you two all the loving you could stand. We just need to have more time together."

Maggie said, "We don't have many eager eaters in the bed and breakfast or the cabins this morning. The food is ready but so far only one family is up early. This is going to be one of those mornings where breakfast lasts till ten or ten-thirty."

Zena said, "Tommy and I need to get moving this morning as we have to go to a couple of the job sites to meet customers this morning. Hopefully, we'll get done early and be able to help Shannon out at The Office.

Shannon said, "It's possible we will be busy this afternoon as we have the Hooter's calendar girls coming by to sign autographs between five-thirty and seven. I was going to have free wings but instead of free; we'll have half price wings. Instead of a ten-wing plate, we'll serve a twenty-wing platter for the same price. The food distributor, Encore, gave us a deal on wings. Jake will probably get to the bar early to marinate them. We're having the hot wings with a special distributor sponsored dollar off on pitchers of Bud or Bud Light. That should be enough of a special to make our Wednesday a good one."

"You're doing an awesome job coming up with daily specials that should really appeal to our customers," I said in praise of Shannon.

"I have some more ideas for new food items as well as other specials. Georgia gave me an idea I'd like to try. She said she could make up a bunch of pizzas for us to cook. She also has a line on an oven like the ones Pizza Hut uses. You know the ovens that have a conveyor rack to put the pizzas on. If we do start offering pizzas, I want to do a free slice night but make up square pizzas with just small two by two pieces. That way everyone can get a taste of Georgia's good pizzas. I think we could have pizzas and calzones."

I had to ask, "Isn't that a lot of work for a bar that's only open from two to seven-thirty or eight?"

Shannon shrugged her shoulders, "I think we could hire an additional person for the kitchen to handle pizzas. If we do more pizzas than the other snacks, we'll have two people to work the pizza and calzones."

"It's hard to imagine that business will continue to be as good as it's been. But you're right, Shannon, ride the wave as long as you can."

"That's why I'm up early today," Shannon said. "Georgia is going to teach me how to make pizzas and calzones. She says the dough is a big part of a successful and good tasting pizza, so we'll make up tomorrow's dough today."

Betty and Bert walked in the kitchen though the back door. Bert said, "Thought I might come by for a cup of coffee this morning while Betty gets her customers' clothes together."

Betty said, "Sam is pouring the foundation for "Betty's Wash House" today. He says that I should be up and running in three to four weeks. I can't wait; it's going to be a really good business for the park."

Maggie got coffee for the two guests while Zena and I got dressed for work. When we came back into the kitchen, Bert asked me, "Sam's wife was talking to Betty last night, telling her about your idea for a new restaurant. You'll have to show me your plans. Remember to include me and Veronica, we want to invest in your ideas."

I told Betty and Bert that we had to get to work as we had appointments this morning. Shannon had dressed with us and she told all of us, "Well, when Georgia's done with me, I'll be able to make some good stuff for us here too. See you all either at the bar or here tonight."

We three took off. Zena and I rode together as our appointment today was together with the client. At the office, I made up a set of prints and drawings for Bert and went to see if Bruce had anything else for me today.

"You and Zena will be busy enough with the Glazer Building. Get that put to bed and you'll have made your month, or darn near your year. This is our biggest deal in a long time."

Zena and I met with the client at nine. I had rolls of prints in a bag slung over my shoulder. The client was leasing twelve floors and had some unique requests for each floor. On each floor, we spread out the prints before we went room to room checking that almost all that they wanted was pre-installed. We had to remove a couple of walls and add some outlets for phones and PCs but we were ninety percent there before we worked on the personalization.

We broke for lunch with three floors still to go. The company CEO and CFO joined us in the executive dining room back at our office. Throughout lunch, both of the primary officers kept asking us if we could really be ready by the end of the month.

"If you don't change the structure of the business, we should be done with a few days to spare. We'll use that for any necessary extras."

Back at the building, the CEO and CFO joined us because we still had the executive floor to do. We quickly went through the two lower floors and started on the top floor. This floor had never been built out so we could do it from scratch to make it however they wanted.

Zena and I used chalk to mark where the walls and doors would be so the customer could get a feel of what they wanted. We finally finished around three. I told them I would bring over the completed prints and notes for us to go over them on Friday morning. When we got back to our offices, I laid out the first print with the notes and began.

Suddenly, Zena was at my door asking me if I wanted to stop in at The Office to see how the wing special was going. I was shocked to see it was five thirty already. I straightened up my desk and we walked to the bar.

Once again, the back door opened to bedlam. The place was jammed again, and even with the extra waitresses and bartender, it looked as if they were shorthanded. I noticed that there were pitchers underneath several tap nozzles being filled. Melda was busing tables, but not keeping up, so Zena and I went to the kitchen, put on smocks, grabbed some tubs and began busing and washing tables. Chairs would fill as soon as a table was clear.

The place was caught up by six fifteen, but the washing was way behind because Jake was busy changing kegs the whole afternoon. Zena and I quickly dove into the washing and were soon taking clean pitchers out to the bar. Kiesha and Melda were working feverishly to keep up with the orders. They had wings in the deep fryer constantly and were able to keep up with the orders. As usual, when you have a special you sell a lot of the other food on the menu as well. Jake said we were going to have sold all of our chicken tenders at full price because some people didn't like to clean the meat from the wings.

As soon as it neared seven o'clock and business began slowing, Zena and I were able to bus the whole place and get the platters, pitchers, and mugs through the washer. Tonight, we had the lounge area and the kitchen squared away by eight fifteen and the bar finished shortly after. The kitchen staff, at Shannon's direction, had packed some wings and chicken tenders for each of us to take home. None of us wanted to hang out at the bar, we all wanted to get.

Sandy's two waitresses said, "We've been telling Sandy how well the place has been doing and she's going to try some of your specials. We don't know how to advertise the specials, so if you have an idea, call her."

At home, we all had a salad and ate our wings and tenders with a beer. Bert came by, bringing his copy of the restaurant plans. He wanted to verify the size of the rooms with me as he thought I might be building too large a building. I gave him my theory on how the public side would work and how I thought I could keep the businesses separated into multiple parts.

At the park council meeting on Wednesday evening, Mr. Franks asked me to tell the people attending how I envisioned the restaurants. I asked them if I could run to the house to get some of my small drawings so I could use the projector to show them and everyone said to go get them.

With the floor plan projected on a wall, I first explained my thoughts on the public side and how it hopefully would draw from the entire neighborhood. After I showed them the lounge, the porch lounge and the dining area for the park residents, I was applauded. I told them that we were going to use the public side to offset the park side as we didn't have the large community to draw from. But I felt it necessary for us to have our own place to gather for good times.

When I began showing my drawings there were constant oohs, and aahs. The park side looked really warm and friendly with the bar that extended out in the porch.

Some folks thought a game room on the park side would be good, but I explained that the venue there for the park was not for kids. It was for adults and family dining. The rec center already has games and we can increase them if we wanted. When I was done with the presentation, Mr. Franks asked for a show of hands for approval. It was unanimous. Everyone present was for the addition. The one big question that kept coming up was how soon we would open. I explained that Gerald was already working on the zoning, permits, and liquor license.

Back at the cabin, Bert, Gerald, and Sam, with wives and Betty, joined us to discuss a schedule. Gerald said he was going to use his boss to move the zoning and liquor license through the bureaucracy. He also said I should be able to close on the sale of the land the coming week.

I told Sam, "Have your contractors begin going over the prints so I can answer questions early. I also need to get an experienced chef to help me develop the kitchen to Georgia's standards."

Bert said, "I know just the man. I'll get him to call you so you two can get together. He has been the main or executive chef at Shula's since it opened. He knows his stuff."

As we all enjoyed a drink, I said, "This restaurant thing is more than I can or want to do. I'm planing on hiring good people for every facet of the business and have some key people run it. I'll help of course, but it needs to have someone in charge of each venue, as well as an overall manager.

Bert said, "My friend Don, the executive chef, will tell you about how to do what you want. Listen to him and take notes."

We figured out the best time for Don and me to get together before our company abandoned us so we could enjoy going to bed to explore and rest.

That night, Zena loved me until I was exhausted. She said, "My period must be about here, I always get terrible horny then. Get it while you can, my Love."

Our zoning variances were granted and permits were issued to begin building. It took over thirty days to get a hearing for the liquor license. When the commission checked on how we had done so far at The Office, they agreed to grant the license after a public hearing. We posted big signs about the hearing all along the road to make sure we had a good turn out.

The county talked to Sam about the necessity of traffic lights and a crosswalk. The other issue was a fire hydrant. Both were phenomenally expensive to have installed but the traffic light would ensure walk up traffic from the condos and apartments across the street and the fire hydrant would be a major need if we did ever have a fire.

Bert's friend Don was a big help. After several meetings with Don and Georgia together, we were able to lie out the flow of the kitchen to handle the continuous needs of the family style restaurant and the short order needs of the diner and park side porch. The pizza ovens could be used for other types of baking, so that area would be used correctly. Then there was the chef's food prep and cooking area. That had to be large enough to be able to prepare a lot of food at once.

The only space problem was the addition of a thirty-by-thirty area behind the diner side of the building for dishwashing, storage, and additional coolers.

When the final inspections were complete, Georgia and Don were interviewing kitchen help while Joanie, Shannon, and Betsy were interviewing wait staff. Joanie handled the park side and soon had a large group to choose from for bartenders and waitresses. The public side required multiple entities. The diner had to have their own waitresses and bus people, the bar and lounge had to have bar backs, bartenders and waitresses, and the restaurant had to have its own waitresses and bus people. It was a good thing that Betsy was preparing to quit her job to work exclusively with the new place.

The other changes that were taking place were the elevation of Jake to handling the management of The Office. He had hired and trained additional bartenders and waitresses, continuing with the neat outfits that our customers enjoyed. He was aggressive with promotions, having at least three a week to keep people coming. The fifty dollars a day to print and distribute our flyers was still our best method of advertising. By blanketing the entire area, each night saw The Office at capacity with customers enjoying themselves.

The entire park was invited to help choose a name for the new place. We had names with an Italian flavor and names that alluded to the nude status on the other side of the fence, but none really were good enough to give all of the venues.

The Friday evening before a name just about had to be announced found three girls and me playing monopoly. Joanie and Zena were winning while Maggie and I was struggling to pay rents on some of the properties we landed on.

While it was Joanie's turn, she landed on one of her places and said, "I'm sure glad I own this. With all the hotels, the rent is terrible." She paused then looked up at me and said, "That's it, Tommy, lets call it "Parks Place. You know like the Park Diner or Parks Diner and have Parks restaurant you can have references to the monopoly game all over but you can just put up one big sign that says "Parks Place."

The other girls were immediately for the name. Betsy and Shannon were at the table going over more plans for the lounge and quickly agreed that the idea was a good one. Joanie called my mom and dad and asked them what they thought. Then it was the call to Gerald and June that convinced us. It was agreed that the complex would be called "Park Place" with the venues Park Diner, Park Restaurant and lounge, and Park Bar and Billiards. The Park side would just be Parks' Place.

The kitchen was complete on Monday and Georgia and Don were experimenting, making various dinners and items. Georgia turned out a bunch of pizzas that were up to her quality and a large pan of lasagna. Wednesday night was the practice dinner for all of the construction people and some key park people that had helped us get this far. The public and park restaurant dining rooms were packed, giving the waitresses and cooks all the practice necessary for the quiet opening Thursday then the Grand Opening on Friday.

Shannon hired a bunch of the park kids to distribute flyers to every apartment and condo across the street to get people to come for the quiet opening and the grand opening Friday, Saturday, or Sunday. There was even a coupon for free coffee in the park diner Thursday and Friday morning.

The practice dinner went well, giving Georgia and Don the opportunity to make changes where necessary. The Thursday quiet opening was a great success, as we had a lot more people than could have been expected. Thursday morning, the park diner was packed with people getting their free coffee and looking over the menu. Georgia had a great idea. She brought an electric fry pan and a small fan. She put a couple of strips of bacon in the pan on low heat to fry the bacon and to blow the bacon smell into the diner.

Instead of just coffee, people were ordering breakfast, taking time to eat. It was agreed that we would do something like that for the bar and billiards area to get the people to order pizzas and the mini-calzones that Georgia was making.

Thursday evening was the first night we were going to attempt to deliver pizzas. We had two kids from the park that would deliver orders received up until nine o'clock. We would deliver on the public side orders received up to nine also. Once again there were flyers given out to every household within about a two-mile radius that included our menu and phone number. Georgia's pizzas were well known but previously people had to go get them. Now they could go get them at Georgia's or at Park Place, or they could call for delivery.

Pizza orders began coming in about four, surprising all of us. We didn't put a start time, so the girl who was assigned to take orders wasn't in yet. Zena and I had taken the week off so we began taking orders and I began delivering them.

We had gone down to the golf cart place in the huge S&S mega complex and bought four small carts for the public side and two small carts for the park side. They had the curtain option for rainy nights and they made us neat covered fiberglass carrying areas for pizzas and other food.

Joanie was surprised on the park side of the lounge and porch. Everyone was curious, so they came to Parks Place to look and have a drink and most ordered a snack. The two waitresses and Joanie were extremely busy.

The public side bar opened at one and several people who were shift workers came in to shoot pool, play darts, and have a beer. Georgia's blowing in pizza cooking smells soon had the patrons there ordering food quickly. The crowd built until the place was packed by six and continued all evening.

The lounge opened at three and the restaurant opened at five. A second bartender for the horseshoe bar came in at three and another at five to handle the service bars for the lounge and restaurant. We had businessmen and women filling the place on Thursday afternoon from three thirty on. The crowd was group after group that came in, had a few drinks and left to be replaced by the next wave of customers. As it became after six, people moved from the lounge to the restaurant and some returned to the lounge after eating.

The park side was just as busy on our quiet opening. The porch and lounge was packed with people drinking, as well as having snacks and pizza. When the restaurant opened at four thirty it began filling until every table was full by five thirty. The tables stayed pretty full right up until almost ten.

Zena and I were able to wander in and out of the public and park sides, checking on things and taking notes throughout the day. The park side pizza delivery was done using the two new small golf carts we had purchased. The public side was done using the drivers' personal vehicles for the distant deliveries and the four golf carts for across the street. The far away drivers said they appreciated the fact that we did not take orders outside a five-mile radius of Park Place.

That night, when everything was closing, Maggie said she thought the diner should stay open until one or so to take advantage of the late night bar crowd. She said that since the lounge and bar stayed open until two or three she thought we were passing up customers from our own place, much less the other bars in the area. She finally convinced the whole team to stay open twenty-four hours to see how it would work out.

Friday morning Don, Georgia, Shannon, Maggie, Joanie, and Betsy met on the porch of Parks Place to go over the good and bad of the day before. Maggie happily reported a continuous business all the way until four thirty AM, then the breakfast rush began at five. She said she would schedule a cleaning crew from four till five. They could do the other venues before and after the diner.

Shannon reported she would need two more waitresses in the lounge for a total of four. She needed two more in the bar and billiard area as well as a third bartender to swing between both sides of the bar. Betsy said that the six waitresses in the public restaurant was the right amount, but we would need a fifth and possibly sixth waitress on the park side to help handle the porch and lounge. She said that we were busy enough to justify a hostess on each side for greeting, seating, and reservations, when requested.

Don and Georgia were very pleased with their sales and we were surprised when Don said, "I've given my resignation to Shula's in hopes you will hire me full time here. I really think your dual restaurant idea is wonderful and plan to take you up on a visit to the park to enjoy it naturally." Even though Don was one of Bert's close friends, it began looking as if there was a relationship building between Georgia and Don.

Georgia reported that she had sold more pizzas on the quiet opening night than she had ever sold previously. She said her small shop had done well the night before as well. Georgia felt that if the business continued to be as good as it was she would need a second oven to keep up with the demand. Both Don and Georgia felt like they would each need an additional kitchen apprentice.

Betsy was the overall manager, but didn't act it. She acted more like a facilitator making sure everyone had what was necessary to make the place work. Around ten in the morning the delivery people began showing up with our food and beverage orders. The liquor driver said he was happy to see we were reordering so fast and that we needed to inventory more so we wouldn't run out on the weekends. Betsy and Shannon were hard on the liquor people, beating up on them for a special promotion for the near future.

They did the same with the beer drivers. Telling each one to have the distributor salesmen get in line to sponsor special weekends, not just an evening, but an entire weekend.

In the diner, we welcomed the state policemen and since we were right on the country line, both county sheriffs' deputies. Since the park was right on the county line, we were a good place for them to stop. It was decided that all on duty policemen were served free food in the diner. This became a popular place for law enforcement and we had a uniform in the place almost every minute we were open.

The grand opening was grand, almost too much business for our newly trained staff to handle. By six Zena, Betsy, and I were helping out to get food out of the kitchen. Georgia and Don were professionals, guiding everyone in making each of the dishes, then seeing that they were served promptly.

When closing time came on Saturday night, Don said, "I've been at many, many grand openings. Some had nearly as many people as came here, but none had the overall intensity of people on both sides of the place. We served food to the diner and bar in really large quantities, so having the multiple venues gives the kitchen a really big responsibility to react to all of them. This was a really successful opening and we still have to live through Sunday."

Sunday evening, Maggie came to me and asked, "You really gave me a great job running the bed and breakfast and the cabins. I enjoyed it along with running the diner now. I don't think I can do both, though. I think I would be good at running the diner and would like to continue there, but I can't do both. I've talked to your sister, Dana, and she would like to take over the bed and breakfast and cabins. Why not try her to see if she can do it. I'll help her and watch out for her until she gets it in hand. Your mom still helps out with the cabins, but she's not available all the time. Dana will have to be the one."

"I wondered when you were going to say uncle, Maggie," I said, giving her a hug. "You have been so steady at everything you've done. The word for you is invaluable. Thank you for all that you've done and I'll take your advice and talk to Dana about handling the stuff here. Are you sure that you can do the diner alone? Since it's twenty-four hours a day, it should almost have more than one person."

"It really does, Tommy," Margaret continued. "I have four shifts for managers that overlap each other so they can communicate with their people. So far everything is working out fine. I have my own cooks at night, so we are responsible for the kitchen then. The park side cook comes in at four, so from there on out, there's plenty of help. My job is to keep Don and Georgia up on what I'm selling so they can re-order as the day goes on. Any free time my cook has is used making up salads and other items for the other venues. I'm hoping we will be able to make up Georgia's dough soon. That would be a big help."

"Work it out with those two, but don't work yourself to death. Enjoy yourself whenever you can." I gave her a big hug, making her smile that everything she wanted was coming.

Dana came to the cabin Sunday evening for us to talk. Jeff came along but said he wasn't involved, as this was Dana's operation. She said she wanted to leave her job because all they talked about was unpaid leave of absence. She said the layoffs were getting close to her seniority so she thought she might as well work here without the cost of commuting. She smiled whacking me on the shoulder, "Look at what I'll save in work clothes you perv, I see you gawking at my luscious body."

I burst out laughing and had to comment. "You're about an inch taller than Joanie and about five more pounds. From what I see, you look like you've missed too many meals. Hey, Jeff, what does a bag of bones like that feel like?"

My shoulder took another beating.

Dana said that with the four ladies helping with the housekeeping and the two cooks, she should be fine. She was already on a good working basis with everyone. She also said that Jeff was ready and able to help out with the maintenance of the units.

You wouldn't think that fifteen cabins and eight suites would be that much to take care of, but add in the kitchen and you have a heavy workload. We were planning on discontinuing the lunch meals and just have the breakfasts. Since the restaurant was now open, people could either cook for themselves or eat at the restaurant. The park side was set up more for family dining than just adult dining.

Betsy was next in line to talk. "You know you are going to have a really big payroll. The place will probably handle it, but I wanted to tell you that you have a lot of people and a lot of us are acting in a management capacity as well as a worker, so the payroll is going to be high."

"Well, Betsy, let's see how we do with our cash flow. We put quite a bit into the account to handle cash flow for the first month, so just keep me posted how we do over this first month. Make note of any spikes on any nights up or down so we can see what we did good or bad. I think our success is going to be from food and not just the booze like at The Office. The important thing is that you; the managers and the staff are paid a few percentage points over the area's average. I would also believe you could work out some kind of plan to compensate management for profit over what would be an established norm. I know that is a lot of research but I want our success to reward those that have made it so."

Betsy said, "Sandy has talked to me be a couple of times hinting that she might be interested in buying The Office from you. She's nuts about Jake and the way he's running the place, so if you wanted to, she would probably be a good buyer. I would say that you should sell it. Considering the continuing economy, you could sell the place for a good profit and focus out here instead. You gave us all jobs at the place and you found Shannon there. It was good for you, but now it's just one more thing to worry about."

"Good idea, Betsy, I've been thinking about selling it. Since everyone is working out here now, I don't need The Office. If Sandy will keep Jake and his family on, I'll entertain selling it to her. Let me call her and find out if she's serious."

When I called Sandy she said she would meet me at the Park Place diner in twenty minutes. She told me to get a big table, as her dad wanted to come.

I told Zena what the deal was and she wanted to come along. Betsy said she wanted to be there as well and Shannon said to include her, so we all dressed and went up to the diner.

Luck was with us as the early evening crowd was next door in the bar. Sandy and her dad showed up and we were all re-introduced to them. When Sandy said, "I know what the place is worth and I'm willing to pay it if we can get in quick. I took down all your sales tax numbers for the last five months to make sure you were continuing to grow after you pulled Betsy, Shannon, and Joanie. The bar is still growing, so that means that Jake is doing what you want. You're a softy, so I'll tell you right now that I'm going to keep Jake as the manager of the place and give him at least what you're paying and probably more. I think the bar has a long-term viability as it is, but I think I may want to keep it open at night to see how we do. Here's my offer."

I was surprised at the number she offered, as it was almost four times what I paid for the place originally. When I hesitated because of my shock, Sandy's dad said, "And we'll cut you in for five percent of the profit for a year."

I held my hand up and said, "No need. Sandy helped me out when we got started and the vendors we use are the best. They treat us well and the equipment we have has been top notch. I've used them out here at this new place, including your food broker."

Sandy said, "Can you get that lawyer guy you have to come check these contracts out for you, so I can pay you and take over?"

I called Gerald and asked him if he would come to the diner for a business deal. He showed up in fifteen minutes and took another fifteen to look over the contracts. I crossed out the five-percent ride for the first year and initialed it, then signed the papers. Zena witnessed for me then Gerald notarized the contract. Sandy handed me a cashier's check and shook my hand. "Good doing business with you, Tom. Come over for a free beer to the P-club. My girls are all excited about making the big tips that come from your place."

"Don't run the joint into the ground. I think the reason we have stayed fresh and successful is because we're not open at night. The office people like the fact that the place is theirs exclusively. Do what you want, but the nights won't be as good and you may have some day business go away."

"Thanks, Tom, I'll remember that. Dad won't let me forget either as he thinks you're a genius to do the business you've been doing and only be open five hours a day. See you around, Guy, come see me."

They left and the girls and I sat there staring at the check. I said to Betsy, "Well, there's some more cash flow if we need it."

She laughed and said, "So far, so good."

Gerald said, "I received a letter from your old lawyer. The letter contained a letter that was forwarded from the resort you two spent your honeymoon at. It is about a ring you found asking if you still have it."

I nodded and said, "Yeah, haven't known what to do with it."

"You might wish to have it appraised as the original owner is willing to pay a cool hundred grand reward for it's return."

Zena said, "Oh my, the big diamond is really big and the two blue diamonds on each side are rather unique but I wouldn't think it would be worth that much."

Gerald said, "Bigger blue diamonds are very rare and are worth a great deal. If the main diamond is an excellent quality, the value of the ring may astound you. Like I said get the ring appraised. In your case since you found it at sea, finders keepers."

We went through the first month of business at Park place with an increasingly steady business. The park side slowed down because summer was over and the summer folks were all leaving. Soon it would be just residents and the weekend people. But that was okay, since we had planned on the slow down.

Zena and I were busy with our jobs while still paying a lot of attention to what was going on at the restaurant complex. Surprisingly our evenings were becoming more relaxed. We were getting home earlier and our housemates were often home with us instead of working. Betsy and Maggie were around when we got home and Shannon and Joanie often came home early as well. We usually ate together, but occasionally we went to the restaurant to enjoy a meal there.

I did take the ring to the local diamond merchant who was an international expert. I thought the guy was going to have a coronary. He said the ring could have easily sold for over two million. He checked through some old records and asked how I had the ring. I explained how I found the ring while snorkeling in Hawaii on our honeymoon. He wanted to know if anyone else saw me with it and did I report it. I showed him the letters from the original owner and the resort. He smiled at me and asked, "May I buy the ring from you? I'll give you seven hundred fifty thousand right now. I think the owner will give me a million to get this back. That would be a nice profit for you."

Now that is enough to make you conflicted. I didn't know whether to just contact the original owner to just give it back to him or what to do. I told the jeweler, "Let me call this guy. I won't tell him that I still have the ring but I want to see what kind of person she is."

The jeweler said, "Let's go back to my office. I would enjoy hearing both sides of the conversation. I have a wonderful spearkerphone.

I called the number in the letter and asked for Mr. Johansen. When I said I was the person that found the ring he was extremely rude. He demanded that I return his property immediately and that he was being over generous to reward someone as much as he was but the ring held a sentimental value to his wife.

When I asked "Is the ring very valuable, some of my friends said the ring is probably worth ten time the amount you offered as a reward."

"Why you ungrateful peon, I think I'll have this call traced and have you arrested for theft. I'll watch you rot in jail."

"Mister," I said getting perturbed, "I called to see what kind of person you are. I gave the ring to a jeweler friend of mine. I was going to just give it back to you but now, you can negotiate with him. He's already given me a hundred bucks for it."

I heard the guy screaming and pushed the off button. "I hope you screw that guy good. I can't stand people like that."

The jeweler said, "I can't either. Is my offer accepted then."

I smiled and said, "Make me a rich guy. And let me check out your engagement rings for future reference."

I did receive his check for seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars knowing the jeweler was going to turn a minimum profit of a quarter mil. More power to him. He had a lot of nice stuff, very well priced too.

I took the check and deposited it into the business account. I suppose it could have been into the personal account but the accountant can do more with that kind of money and we might avoid a big tax hit.

When I told Zena what had happened, she looked at me and said, "You tease me all the time about stuff like this but somehow I believe this tall tale is true."

I showed her the photocopy of the check and the bank deposit and told her, "I've found a place to buy another ring if it should come up."

Zena smothered me with kisses.

Bert and Betty was now a locked in couple, enjoying each other and Betty's success. She was handling a lot of laundry for residents and even had a small building outside the gate to accept laundry from the public. She was contemplating building her own dry cleaning facility, but every time she would mention it to her contract cleaners, they wanted to give her an even better deal to keep her volume.

Bert's business was a little stagnant because of the economy, but his occupancy rate was running in the over ninety percent range. All of his property owners were more interested in maintaining lessees than upping the rent.

After six months, Betsy held a meeting with the five investors. I was the majority investor with fifty percent. Dad, Martin, Bert, Veronica, and Mr. Williams partnered with Mr. Franks, each had ten percent. Betsy gave out balance sheets and a printout of all the expenses and income.

"Since opening," Betsy began, "The public side of the complex has done far greater than we could have wished. The diner is a great success operating twenty-fours. As usual, finding and keeping good help is always a problem, but our turnover is probably good for the industry."

"The bar and billiards is doing an excellent business, as is the lounge. So far the public restaurant is doing a consistent near capacity business, and not surprisingly, our turnover is minimal."

The only venue within the public complex that is not performing is the game room. To date it has never paid the minimum rental of the equipment although the games have not cost us anything; we aren't making anything from them. My suggestion is to expand the bar and billiard room to have four more pool tables. The six we have are constantly busy. With four more tables we can have more league teams and our weeknights are very profitable. The league people drink a lot of beer and buy a lot of food. The tables are free for league, so we miss table revenue during league play, but I think we more than make up for it with sales of food and beverage. We'll have a couple of pinball machines, some bar games, and a large video game or two like golf and bowling but they will be in the general bar and billiard area and not separated."

The park side of the complex has been steady and has turned a profit each month, although nothing like the public side. The porch area seems to garner the most business, and the restaurant does a near capacity business, but is not open as long. The porch and lounge are popular for breakfast and lunch. The evening pizza business on the porch is also very good."

Speaking of pizza, we had to purchase the second oven to keep up with the pizza orders and add two people in the afternoon and two people in the evening to keep up with the orders. So far we haven't had any trouble with our limited delivery area. We could almost narrow it by a mile to a mile and a half if we felt it necessary.

The park customers for pizza are steady during our off months, and now that we are coming back into the season for spring and summer members, the entire park side of the restaurant is going to be busy.

Betsy paused a second before continuing. "During the original funding, we agreed to let our cash flow ride for six months and at the end of six months, retain two full months of anticipated expenses and distribute the balance."

Betsy passed out checks to the seven of us and said, "Before opening your envelopes, please keep in mind that the managers of each venue have already been given their bonuses and your check reflects your percentage of profit in relationship to your percentage of your original investment."

Betsy smiled and said, "Okay, open them, if you didn't note the amounts on the P & L."

I put my check into my pocket without opening it, as I did see the amounts on the statements we were given. Dad, Martin, and Bert high fived each other while Mr. Williams and Mr. Franks were all smiles, shaking hands.

Dad said, "I should have known Tom could pull this off. When he was a kid, he used his little red wagon to haul his lemonade stand all over the neighborhood. He did it almost every day and Franks; I'll bet you remember him dragging that wagon all over the park selling his lemonade. He made enough that he bought all his Christmas presents for the whole family two years in a row."

Mr. Franks said, "Who could forget little Tommy pulling his wagon with two big pitchers of lemonade and a bunch of paper cups. Pauline said he paid for all the lemonade mix as well as the paper cups, so he actually made a profit from his mobile lemonade stand."

Mr. Williams laughed, "He would always wait till the hottest part of the day to come to the pool or down by the lake. I remember him going back and forth to the cabin to get refills."

Bert said, "You know, Tom, if you were to run the complex instead of having so many managers, you would make a lot more."

"But then I would have to quit what I'm doing for you. I'm an architect. I like to work in that field even though what I do is not necessarily or exactly being an architect. I'm not cut out to be a club, or bar, or restaurant owner and manager. I created this place for the park. The public side is how I can benefit the park. Keep in mind, my agreement with the park pays a fee relative to our profits so Mr. Franks kind of double dips. But I'm sure his profits all go toward maintaining and keeping up the park. I have good managers and chefs. They know what they are doing. So I let them do what they do best and enjoy the place just like any other customer."

Betsy got our unanimous agreement to convert the game room and expand the bar and billiard area and add four more pool tables, another foosball table, and two more dart games. With eight total dart games we could now host a dart league. I said I would work up the plans for the remodeling ASAP.

When the meeting was over, we stopped in to say hi to Joanie who was working the bar and waiting tables on the park side porch and lounge. She said it was just busy enough to not get bored during the off season, but on weekend evenings and during the season there would need to be a lot more waitresses.

Back home, Zena and Maggie were enjoying a quiet evening of watching TV. Betsy and I came in and suggested that we go up to the bar and billiard room to harass Shannon since she was working an evening shift tonight to help out.

Had we known what we would find, we would have never put on clothes to go there. As we walked around the building we noted the parking lots were all jammed. Betsy and I looked at each other, as the park side had been so serene and peaceful.

We noted the diner appeared to be jammed. Upon entering the bar and billiards it was so jammed there was hardly room to move. We edged to the horseshoe bar to see people wall to wall all around and in the lounge area. I walked over to the restaurant desk to see several couples waiting to be seated.

Zena and I looked at each other, "Holy shit. I wonder what this is all about." The four of us caught Shannon's eye to ask her if we could help. She grinned and said, "My mistake, I forgot we had some promotions tonight in the restaurant, lounge, and the bar. We only have two waitresses in the lounge and in the bar and just two bartenders. If you guys want to help, please.

Zena, Maggie, and Betsy went for some of the waitress smocks and I went behind the bar. Shannon told the other bartender that I would work the service stations for the restaurants, so if I needed help making a drink it wouldn't be so obvious.

The restaurants closed by ten so that was taken care of but the lounge and bar were packed right through between one and two AM, when as if someone rang a bell, the two areas emptied quickly except for just a few people. I helped clean up the service stations and after getting a kiss from Shannon, left the bartending to the pros.

Zena said, "Who would believe this place could do the business it does. We are really lucky to have created just the right mix."

Shannon said she would be home in an hour or so and the four of us left as Zena and I had to get up in the morning.

At home, Maggie said, "Betsy and I are really glad we went up there as Shannon won't ever call for help. I guess we'll have to start checking on help in the evenings to make sure we have enough.

Zena and I were relaxing in the living room watching CNN headline news when Shannon came in. She kissed us both then headed to the bedroom to take a shower.

We met Shannon in our bed to sandwich her between us, touching and kissing her, rolling her over to give her a gentle loving message. While I was working on Shannon's lower back and butt, Zena whispered to Shannon, "I have really fallen in love with you, Shannon, Tom and I both really have it bad for you."

Shannon spun under me to look up at each of us with watery eyes, with a lot of emotion in her voice she said, "God, that is so beautiful to hear. I love you two so much. At first it was pure lust for just you, Zena, but Tommy wormed his way into my heart. Now every time I see Tom, I swell up with pride knowing that I'm his."

Shannon reached up and pulled both of us down to her. She spread her legs wide and whispered, "Fill me, Tommy, make me yours, then Zena and I are going to love each other. After that Tommy, you can show Zena how much you love her too."

It was a long time before the last I love you was said and we were settled down to begin drifting off to sleep.

As my body relaxed, satisfied, and well loved, I thought of how my life had changed out here at the park. How my aunt had given me the basis for all of what we had early in my life, and had kept giving even after she was gone. Somehow Bee and Aunt Pauline were watching over our families and me. They had been able to get us all together, and between the two of them, had given Zena another lady to love. How I wish Aunt Pauline could have known Zena. I know they would have been great friends.

I remembered how my aunt and I used to lie in the sun together down by the lake and she would look around at the park and all the people and say with pride and a smile, "Look around, Tommy, look at all the bare assets."

Editing by Pepere


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