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                                Surprises
                                 by rlfj

Copyright© 2005 by rlfj


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Description: A young woman accidentally walks in on her parent's swap party, and ends up with a surprising number of life changes.

Codes: MF FF rom teen cons inc mother fath dau swing exhib voy oral anal toys
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Author's Note: The idea for this story actually came from another story I read elsewhere on the 'Net, "Parents' Dinner Party" by Rck7Card. I thought it was pretty hot, but that it could be altered and made into a much larger tale. So I changed some details and added a bunch more, and I think it stands on its own. I hope you like it.

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Chapter 1


"Shit!", I exclaimed, settling back into the car seat.

"Double shit!", agreed Becky Reynolds, from the driver's seat.

"I can't believe Hailey got into it like that with her mother!", I replied.

Becky grumbled and put her car in gear, pulling out of the driveway. She had a Lexus of her father's and the tires squealed as she pulled onto the road. Reynold's Lexus-Lincoln provided everyone in her family a new car — she was so lucky! My father wouldn't even buy me a used car! He says I have to wait for my high school graduation. It is so unfair!

Becky laughed. "Well, she did find us toking up in the family room and passing around a bottle of vodka."

I laughed as well. It had been a fairly typical Friday night sleepover. It had been planned for a couple of weeks; we were going to spend the entire weekend goofing off. My parents had even planned one of their boring cocktail parties for while I was away. That was fine by me; they were just about the stuffiest people on the planet. I mean, I love my folks, but if they could be any more boring, their hearts would stop.

Who'd have thought that Hailey's mom would barge in to find us passing that joint around? I mean, she's so old, like in her forties, how would she know what pot smells like? And what's the big deal with drinking? Like, most of us were already 18. So what if the stupid law says you have to be 21? I mean, when she was a kid, you could drink at 18, right?

So she made this big flaming scene and shut everything down and kicked us all out and threatened to call the cops and our parents and everybody. She is such a drama queen! Really, it's not like she was going to call the cops on us, she'd have been arresting her own daughter! Becky and I grabbed our shit and headed out the door and ran down to her car.

We drove around town for a bit, but it was too late to really do anything. It was almost 10 and the malls were closed and the movies were closing. We couldn't go to her house since she has these really creepy little brothers who are always trying to spy on us. So, after lighting up a really large joint and passing it back and forth, she pulled up in front of my house and dropped me off. "Bye, Amber!", she yelled, and then roared off, laying down another patch of rubber.

"Shit!", I muttered to myself again.

I stood there at the end of my driveway and stared. Daddy's a big real estate developer and we live in this pretty nice house in a nice development so it's real safe and all, and there's even this remote control gate at the end of the driveway. Only now the gate was closed, I could see a shitload of cars in the driveway, some even parked on the front lawn, but there was no way I was going to climb over the fence. It's brick and about six foot high. I'd probably get caught by the damn rent-a-cops and get dragged into my parents and have to answer all sorts of stupid questions. They'd probably even call Hailey's and get into it with her Mom!

Screw it! It's not like I've never sneaked in and out before. I tossed my bags over my shoulder and headed down to the McNabb's, next door. Once inside their gate, I turned back towards the fence between our homes and snuck along the fence into their back yard. In the back, I crept through their back gate and made my way over to our back gate and slipped inside. From here it would be a snap. Sneak past the pool house, make my way around the pool, and in through the back door into the kitchen and up the back stairs to my room. Once inside, I lock the door and put the headphones on and do another joint while puffing out the bedroom window. If Mom suspects anything, I can always just blame one of their guests!

I quietly closed the gate and zipped up my sweatshirt. I figured that if I stayed in the shadows, nobody would see me. I had on dark blue jeans and black Nikes and this dark gray sweatshirt I had 'stolen' from Bobby (I put it on after the last time we got it on! He didn't complain.) My hair is blonde and long, so I had that tucked inside and the hood up. I started by sliding along the fence and shrubs between us and the McNabb's and then squeezed between the fence and the pool house.

And stopped! Coming from the open side window were some loud moans, followed by a distinct, "Fuck me, baby!" I couldn't help it; I had to see! Standing on my tiptoes, I slowly lifted my head and looked around the corner of the side window. Inside I could see my Dad's partner, Roger Baker. He was completely naked, laying back on one of the changing benches. Equally naked, and riding his cock, straddling his waist and sitting upright, was a blonde woman with small and perky tits. I'd never met Roger's wife, but I had seen a picture of her. She was a blonde, too, but with a lot bigger set of boobs and a wider butt.

"That's it, baby!", commented Roger. "Make me come!"

"It's so big!", moaned the blonde, as she lifted up and hammered back down. Her fingers were working between them and Roger was reaching up to play with her nipples.

I whirled away from the window, hoping nobody had seen me. Jesus! Roger Baker was cheating on his wife here in our pool house! What the hell would happen if they got caught? All I wanted to do was get out of there that very instant. Trying to be as silent as possible, I stepped away from the pool house. I don't think I even breathed until I was about ten feet away.

I felt a twig snap beneath my shoe and came to another dead stop, half concealed by this big ass chrysanthemum bush of my mother's that sort of hides the pool filter and pump box. I looked out through the bush and got an even bigger shock. This wasn't like any cocktail party I had ever seen!

At least half a dozen people were around the pool area, not including Roger and the woman he was screwing in the pool house. Most of them were naked or almost so. I stared as Mrs. McNabb walked by the pool — she was wearing a very short skirt and high-heeled sandals, and absolutely nothing else. She was totally topless! She was carrying a couple of glasses with drinks in them and she walked up to a small group of people at the end of the pool near the diving board. She was laughing and handed one of the drinks to another man, wearing a pair of swim trunks, who put an arm around her waist. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but when the group shifted around, I could see that the man was Daddy! Mrs. McNabb was openly fondling Daddy's cock through the front of his swimsuit in front of the entire group.

Just then, I heard this splash and twisted my head. A woman had dived into the pool from the shallow end and swam down to the other group. She climbed out, totally naked, and walked over to the group with Daddy and Mrs. McNabb. It was Mom! She laughed with the others, taking Daddy's drink and draining it before handing it back, then kissed both Daddy and Mrs. McNabb. Not just little kisses. Full blown tongue swapping kisses! Both of them, Mrs. McNabb, too! She and Mrs. McNabb even pinched each other's tits before they split apart. Mom also grabbed Daddy's cock before leaving. Then Mom walked towards the back door, grabbing a towel and drying herself off along the way, before going inside. I could hear the stereo from out here.

What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of orgy sort of thing? I couldn't understand what was happening. I mean, my parents in an orgy? The only time they had ever had sex was nine months before I was born!

There was no way I was going in the back door. Plan B called for me to continue my sneak around to the side of the house and go in through the patio door into Daddy's study on the side of the house. From there I could make a quick run down the hall and up the front stairs into my bedroom. Then I could lock the door and go to sleep, so that when I woke up this weird dream would be over.

I resumed my sneak, staying behind the shrubs near the fence, and this time managed to avoid stepping on any more sticks. Once alongside the house, I hopped into a dark spot and crept up to the patio door. I poked my head around and saw nobody was inside. Success! I slid the door open as quietly as I could and snuck inside, then shut it behind me. Closer and closer... 

"Hi there! Who are you?"

It was a masculine voice that asked that, a very masculine voice, from behind me. I whirled around, the hood to my sweatshirt falling down and my hair coming loose, and I faced the speaker. Unfortunately, I didn't know who it was. There were two men standing in the doorway of the study and coming inside, towards me, and all I could do was stare. They were totally naked and the most beautiful men I had ever seen. They were in their late twenties, tall, slim, muscular, washboard stomachs, perfectly tanned, all over — and I mean ALL over — even their cocks looked beautiful. They weren't stiff and sticking out, but hung long and thick between their legs, partially enlarged and not looking like soggy and forgotten noodles. They looked so similar they had to be related, probably brothers or cousins.

"Hello.", said the one on the right. "Just get here?" The voice was a bit higher pitched, so the guy who spoke first must have been the one on the left. They kept coming closer.

I was too shocked and surprised to say anything. Scared, too. And incredibly horny! The vodka earlier and especially the pot really had my juices flowing. Bobby and I usually lit up before screwing and it really got me horny, and I was kind of stoned by the time I snuck into the study, so I was horny then, too. But I was scared, also. I didn't know what was about to happen... 

The first speaker, the guy on the left, walked up to me and put his hands on either side of my face and lowered his lips to mine, to begin kissing me. All of a sudden I stopped worrying or caring. My pussy flooded with juice as my body went on overload. Before I even knew it, without ever stopping the kisses, he had one hand behind my back, holding me against him, while the other began working the zipper on my sweatshirt down. That wasn't all! Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other guy come closer, but he knelt at my feet. Before I could say anything, he unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my panties down to my ankles. The next thing I knew, he was kissing me on my pussy!

Oh my God, but it felt so good! I gasped and moaned so loud it must have gotten past the lips that were kissing mine. I must have flooded the guy's mouth who was kneeling between my legs with pussy juice. I stopped caring about sneaking anywhere. I needed this so badly! Kneeling Guy managed to strip off my pants and panties completely, along with my sneakers and socks, and I spread my legs for him. He was licking and nibbling my clit, and poking and spreading my pussy lips with his fingers. I was going crazy. Meanwhile, Kissing Guy had managed to remove my sweatshirt and had pulled my t-shirt and sports bra above my tits and was fondling them. I just stood there and moaned as I came, hard!

It was almost as if I was watching myself in a movie, I was so out of it. I just went along with whatever they wanted to do. The next thing I knew, we had backed up to daddy's leather couch and I was sitting on it, my legs spread wide, while Kneeling Guy kept licking my pussy. I noticed that by now they both had amazing looking erections, big and fat, and long — a lot longer than Bobby's! Kneeling Guy straightened upright and laid his between my legs, and before I could say anything, he had stuffed his cockhead between my gaping pussylips and slid home, lifting my legs up and placing my feet on his shoulders. I moaned as it went in all the way. He was so much bigger than Bobby!

Also bigger was Kissing Guy's cock. After watching Kneeling Guy start fucking me, he knelt on the couch next to me, with his cock waving in my face. I couldn't help myself. I opened my mouth and let Kissing Guy stick it in.

This was beyond anything I had ever done before! I mean, it wasn't like I was a virgin. Bobby and I had screwed six times by then. Three times after dates, and the third time we had done it twice, to make a fourth. Those four times were in the back of his car out in the desert. The last two times had been last Saturday, down in the basement of his house. And I had sucked a cock six times, too. The first was with Bill Turner, right around Christmas time. He was the guy who I first let finger me and get inside my bra, and I sucked his cock, too, but he had a big mouth and started bragging, so I dumped him. Afterwards, Bobby asked me out. I knew that he had heard, but he wasn't pushy or nothing. I didn't give him a blowjob for almost three weeks! I did give him a couple of handjobs, but that's really not the same, is it!

But wow, like here I was giving a guy a blowjob at an orgy while another guy fucked me! It was definitely mind-blowing. My pussy was going crazy, I was coming non-stop, Kneeling Guy was pounding his huge cock into me, and Kissing Guy was pumping into my mouth. They were keeping up a non-stop conversation as well, trying to see if they could come at the same time, and they did! It was the first time I had ever really swallowed like that, and Kneeling Guy's back arched as he thrust in and filled my pussy with a load of jism.

Then it was over. They pulled out and kissed me on the cheek, then wandered back out into the house. I stayed on the couch for a moment, legs splayed open and leaking come onto Daddy's leather couch, then the sound of voices shook me awake. Jumping up, I grabbed my clothing and ran out into the hallway and up the stairs, still as naked as the day I was born.

I stopped at my bedroom door, seeing a sign I had never placed there, "ABSOLUTELY NO ADMITTANCE" and twisted the knob but couldn't get in. I was locked out of my own bedroom! I kept going down the hall, to the bathroom. Maybe I could clean up in there and get dressed again, and sneak out. It was just too strange!

No such luck. I set my clothing on the top of the hamper and sat down on the toilet to pee and think for a bit, but about a minute or two later the door opened up and a woman came in. She was about forty but looked really very pretty. She was wearing a very small tube dress and was barefoot. She was blonde, rather busty, had wide hips, nice legs, and seemed in pretty good shape. It was then that I realized she was Roger Baker's wife, the wife of my father's partner. We had never met before, but I had been to Daddy's office and seen a picture of her on Mr. Baker's desk. She waited for me to stand up from the toilet and flush, and then sat down in my place.

"Hi, honey, I'm Amanda. What's your name?", she asked.

I stared blankly at her for a second. Names? What should I do? She looked at me curiously, and I blurted out, "Amber."

"Hi, Amber. First time at one of these parties?" I must have nodded in agreement, since she smiled back. "I guess they can be a little overwhelming, sometimes." She reached out and took my hand and pulled me forward, so that I was standing in front of her, with her still seated on the toilet. Before I knew what was happening, she had leaned forward and begun licking my just fucked pussy! "Somebody's been having fun!", she said with a laugh. She licked me a few more times, then sat back. She wiped and flushed and stood up, pulling the tube dress back down over her ass. It was very short, just barely covering her ass, and her tits were almost popping out of the top.

If I had been thinking straight maybe I would have run out, but the moment slipped away. Amanda took my hand again and led me out of the bathroom. She first glanced into my parent's bedroom but a couple of people were screwing on the bed in there, so she led me back down the hall to the spare bedroom. Actually we have two spare bedrooms, but one of them is Mom's sewing and project room. The 'spare bedroom' is actually set up as a bedroom for friends or guests and is across the hall from mine. She led me inside and sat down on the bed, pulling me down besides her.

First Amanda kissed me gently on the lips, which was very nice, and turned me on a lot! I would have never have thought that a woman would turn me on, but just from what I had seen so far tonight, there was an awful lot of girl-girl stuff going on. Amanda's kiss was gentler than either Bobby's or Kissing Guy's, and I liked it. "Why don't you just relax.", she cooed to me, and pushed me down flat on the bed. Next she pushed her tube top down so that her tits popped out — really nice, big and not saggy — and then pulled her dress up to her waist. Amanda hadn't been wearing panties and now I could see she shaved her pussy clean. I kept a small Vee neatly trimmed, but she didn't even have a fuzz strip. Neither did Amanda have any bikini lines from tanning.

"I like the taste of come and pussy.", she said with a grin, staring down at where Kneeling Guy's come was still on my pussylips. She stretched out on the bed in the opposite direction, so that her feet were up by my head, then put her face between my legs. Oh my God but did that feel good! She licked pussy even better than Kneeling Guy did! She took me through a quick orgasm. Then pulled back and looked at me from between us. "Forgetting something?" She lifted a knee and moved her own pussy closer to my face.

Oh shit! I had never even thought about something like this. Only queers and dykes eat each other. But it would be so rude and it felt so good when Amanda started licking my clit again, I just naturally lay my head down and found my lips close to her pussy. Before I knew what I was up to, I had extended my tongue and found myself licking her.

She was right, come and pussy tasted very good. It was obvious that she had already taken a couple of loads of come in her pussy before this, and I really tried to clean her up. I must have been successful, because in only a couple of minutes she was almost shrieking as she came. We went at it for several minutes more, then she twisted around. Another couple, a man and a woman in their thirties, had come in and wanted to join us. I didn't say anything. Amanda twisted around so that she was kneeling on the floor, her face still in my pussy, and the guy moved up behind her and stuck his cock in her from behind. He wasn't real long, but he looked awfully thick. The woman, a very slim, almost skinny redhead, crawled up onto the bed and straddled my face, then ordered me to eat her. I couldn't protest, since she immediately lowered her pussy onto me.

After that, it just seemed like an endless stream of people wandering into the spare bedroom, sometimes singly, sometimes in pairs or groups, all wanting to have sex with me. The word had gone out that somebody new was at the party, and I was the center of attention. After I licked out the skinny redhead, I found myself in a sixty-nine with a nice looking guy with an average cock, and before that was even done, another fellow started fucking me from behind. The first guy came in my mouth, and a pair of women had me lick them out. It seemed to almost blur together after a bit and I lost track. I definitely lost track of how many times I came!

Then I heard a pair of voices that scared the living hell out of me! Mom and Daddy came in. I glimpsed them out of the corner of my eye but they didn't recognize me. I was kneeling on the bed, being screwed doggy style while sucking the cock of a guy half laying on the bed in front of me. My hair was up and all over, obscuring my face. Both my parents were naked, and holding hands. I surreptitiously eyed them. Mom and I are built fairly similarly, medium height, like 5'6" tall, with 36D tits. We could wear each other's clothes if we wanted to. She looked in very good shape for a woman who was almost 40 years old. Daddy also seemed in good shape, without a pot belly, even if he wasn't the Greek God type like the first two guys who screwed me that evening. He had the start of an impressive stiffy, and Mom reached down and began to stroke him so he could fuck me.

Oh shit! My Daddy wanted to fuck me! Before I could even think of protesting, the guy behind me came, filling me with a heavy load of jism and pulled out, and Mom pushed Daddy into place. Daddy's cock slipped into my well fucked pussy easily, but then he pulled out. "Oh man, I think I want something a little different.", he said, and I felt his hand wipe some come and pussy juice up. I had no idea what he was talking about, but the next thing I knew, his strong hands were on my ass, spreading my buttcheeks, and he said, "Put it in her.", to my mother! Mom guided Daddy's cock into my asshole, and he slipped all the way in.

Okay, it hurt some, but I was so surprised I could hardly move. I did let out one scream, but nobody heard me since the guy I was sucking off chose that moment to come! He held my face in place as he unloaded into my mouth. The next thing I knew, he had pulled out from in front of me and a bald pussy, coated with come, was in front of me. "Come on sweetie, do me!", asked Mom. She still had no idea who she and Daddy were fucking! I lifted my eyes up to see she was laying back, her eyes glazed over, and I put my face into her pussy. She also shaved her pussy totally bare, and like Amanda, had gotten a couple of loads into her.

Daddy meanwhile was plowing away with his cock up my ass. Once I was over my initial shock, I realized it really felt great! I was humping back at him with all I was worth. Daddy had a big cock and this was maybe my best fuck of the night. He was slamming it up my ass and telling Mom how good it was and how tight my ass was and how he was going to come so hard!

Finally it happened. He almost roared as he slammed into me, yanking back on my hips to bury himself in my butt, and it completely drove me over the edge. My back arched and I pulled upright, gasping as I came so big! Mom looked at me, a tremendously happy smile on her face, a smile that instantly turned to horror as she realized they were fucking their daughter. "Amber!", she gasped.

Daddy stared over my shoulder at her, coming to a complete stop, even as come still pulsed out of his cock into my rear, and for the first time saw my face. "Jesus Christ!" He pulled out and I sagged back on the bed, twisting around and leaning against the headboard. "Amber?"

"Hi, Daddy. Hi, Mom." What the hell else could I say?

"What?... How?..." They both tried to stammer out their questions. Somehow, we were the only ones in the room, though we still had some people out in the hallway and the house. Somehow I got the impression the party was starting to wind down, but wasn't over yet.

Daddy was the first to move. He jumped up off the bed and closed the bedroom door, so it was just the three of us. "Amber, what are you doing here?"

"Hailey's party got cancelled.", I answered. They both looked at me dumbfounded, so I continued, "Hailey and her mother got into a big fight and her mother sent us all home. Becky gave me a ride home."

"And...", said Mom, urging me to keep going.

"And I came in through the back gate. I mean, I tried to get upstairs, but well..." Suddenly I felt very tired, and the room seemed to spin a bit.

"Amber, are you all right?", asked Mom.

"Just tired..." I fell asleep.



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Chapter 2

I woke the next morning, late. I was actually rather disoriented when I woke. I was naked (and I always sleep in cotton pjs, ) with a comforter over me, and not in my own bed either. I shook some cobwebs out of my head as I sat upright and was sorry I did so; I had a headache that went all over. I looked around and realized I was on the bed in the spare bedroom, and then remembered the night before. Somebody, probably one of my parents, had covered me with the comforter and left me to sleep.

I climbed off the bed, feeling a little unsteady, and went down to my room. Sometime since the party ended my door was unlocked. I reached into my closet and grabbed my bathrobe, then stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. I ached all over and felt... crusty!

I think I soaked under the hot water for hours, but it was just after eleven when I climbed from the shower. I scrubbed my teeth (twice!) then went back to my room. I dressed and wandered down to the kitchen. I needed coffee!

I wasn't quite ready to meet my parents sitting around the kitchen table drinking coffee. I really didn't want to meet them right now. Still they surprised me by not saying anything other than "Good morning." They were both looking at me quite calmly.

"Good morning."

"Hungry?", asked Mom.

"Uh, not really."

"Not even for Belgian waffles?", she asked brightly.

Suddenly I felt my stomach growl silently and my mouth started to water. My Mom makes just the BEST Belgian waffles, light and fluffy and about an inch or two thick. "Well, okay, maybe one." I sank onto a kitchen chair.

My father was silent as he first poured me a large glass of orange juice, which I drained in seconds, then a cup of coffee, which went down almost as fast. He almost looked like he was smirking at me, but when I looked at him, all I got was this annoying innocent smile.

Still, by the time I was done with the coffee, I felt human enough to look around and pay attention to things. The kitchen looked clean and orderly, like normal. Mom was getting everything set up to make waffles, so I stood up. The least I could do was help set the table.

It was Daddy who broke the ice. "Honey, your Mom and I want to talk to you about last night."

"Yes?", I answered. It was a neutral response, the best I could think of. I had a bunch of questions, too!

"Well,", he continued, "we need to ask you if you are using birth control and what type." He looked a bit embarrassed but asked anyway.

Whatever I was expecting, it sure wasn't this! "Daddy!? That's a little personal, isn't it?"

Mom snorted a laugh out. Daddy just smiled. "After last night, honey, I think we can ask a few personal questions, hmmm?"

It was my turn to laugh and snort, and I suppose that really broke the ice. Mom spoke up next from over at the counter. "Amber, now you know we're into swinging. Well, a big part of that is trust. Trust and honesty and openness. We should talk about things."

My father nodded in agreement. "Your mother and I have no secrets from each other. We tell each other everything, what we do, what we've done, what we're planning. Total honesty."

"Jesus!", I exclaimed, and then looked guiltily at my mother. You don't swear in our house!

Surprisingly, for once, my Mom didn't yell. She simply said, "Please don't use gutter language, Amber."

"Sorry."

"Answer your father, please."

I looked at my father and took a deep breath. "I'm on the Pill, Daddy."

"For how long?"

We were really going to get into it. "Since late last fall, right after Thanksgiving, I guess."

"Is that when you became... sexually active?", asked Mom.

"Uh, sort of."

"Sort of? Was that with that Bill fellow?", asked Daddy.

"Yes.", I admitted.

"Honey, we really don't want to drag this out a sentence at a time. Maybe you could tell us just what you have been doing, and then after brunch we can answer your questions.", said Mom.

I nodded and collected my thoughts. "Okay. Last fall, when I was dating Billy, it seemed like we were getting closer to, well, being intimate." My parents simply nodded in understanding. "So I went to Doctor Mark and asked him for a prescription, and not to tell you. I was over seventeen and he had to keep it secret. Anyway, we didn't, get intimate, I mean, but we got close."

"Why? What happened?", asked Daddy. He had his head cocked to one side, looking curious.

"Well, like I said, we got close. I mean we did some petting, real heavy petting. Real heavy! And I ended up..." I looked over at my mother. "Mom, if I say what happened, is that going to be gutter language?"

She stared at me for a second, then broke down in laughter. "Now that's funny! Rules are off until later!"

"Okay. So we got as far as fingerfucking and handjobs, and I gave Billy a blowjob right before we broke up."

Neither one of them blinked at my language. Daddy simply nodded. "So why'd you break up?"

"Because the next day I heard around school that he was bragging about getting a hummer from me."

He winced visibly at this, and Mom simply shook her head in disgust. "That was last fall. What about over the winter and this spring?" She poured some batter into the waffle maker.

I shrugged. "Well, I was so pissed off at men in general, I didn't date anybody until this spring. I've been dating Bobby Smith since the end of March. We started having sex a few weeks later. I mean we started out sort of slow, but we've gone all the way since then."

Daddy nodded in understanding. "Would you say you were relatively inexperienced or more experienced?", he asked lamely.

It was my turn to laugh. "Daddy, I think I had more sex last night than I've had in my entire life up to that point."

"I'm not quite sure how to take that, for good or for bad.", Mom said humorously as she served me the first waffle. After that we stopped talking for a bit. I loaded my waffle with butter and maple syrup, like Mom does, but Daddy uses dark corn syrup for some strange reason. I was starving and ate two, which I never do. Mom simply made a second to split with Daddy and didn't say a word.

I put my plate in the sink and turned to face them. "So, is it my turn now? Can I ask some questions?" Daddy just grinned at me as Mom took a last bite and washed it down with juice. She made a 'come along' motion with her hand. "Well... what was that last night? How long... what... how... when... ?" I was stammering as I tried to frame my questions.

Daddy chuckled as I tried to express myself. "Sit down, honey, before you hurt yourself." He poured me some more coffee. "Last night was a swing party. I think you got the general gist of it, hmm? Well, we've been swingers or swappers since when you were a little girl." I stared at him as if he had grown a second head. "I'm actually kind of amazed that you've never noticed anything."

I shook my head. "I had no fucking idea!" I glanced at Mom as much from my language as from disbelief. Since when I was a little kid? "How..."

Mom didn't blink. She just smiled at both me and Daddy.

Daddy answered with a grin. "Well, actually it was your mother who got us started, so to speak."

Mom snorted at this and laughed and I simply stared at her. "Well, sort of, I suppose." She turned to face me. "It was shortly after we moved her. You must have been about seven or so, I guess. Anyway, we were having a sort of welcome party, a cocktail party, and Jeff and Christy McNabb were here. They had just bought their house a month before us, I suppose. Well, anyway, I had a drink or two too many, and Jeff made a pass at me."

"Here? In the house?", I asked incredulously.

"Here, in the house. In the den, actually. I was fairly lit up, and I let things go a bit too far. Nothing happened, really, but he kissed me and I kissed him back and we sort of groped one another before I realized what was happening and put a stop to things."

I thought about that for a moment. The McNabbs live next door (I came through there back yard last night) and are about five years younger than my parents. That would put them in their mid-thirties, I guess. I'm 18 and born right after my folks graduated college and married, so they're around 40 or so. I'd never really thought about him. He's a nerdy kind of guy, skinny and already starting to go bald. She's sort of cute, though, small and slim, and firm and perky tits from what I saw of them last night.

Mom continued, "Well, that night, after the party, your father was just an animal!", I yanked my head over to stare at him; he grinned back. "We made love over and over! Sometime during the night I quizzed him about what had gotten him so turned on and he admitted that he had seen Jeff and I kissing in the study." Shit — that was the same place I first got it on last night! "It really got him going! All it took him to be ready and come after me for the next week or so was for me to mention that night and what had happened."

"Well, a few weeks later we were at a party over at the McNabbs. They had invited us even before our party, so we couldn't turn them down. I decided, without telling your father, to tease both your daddy and Mister McNabb. I wore this nice linen shirtdress and not a lot else. A thong, some stockings and heels, nothing else. I flaunted it with the pair of them all night — and got royally plastered to boot!" Daddy chuckled at this and Mom smiled. "So, it went sort of like the first time. I flirted, he made a pass at me, I responded like before. This time however, after he started touching me, he undid some of the buttons on my dress."

"In the middle of the party!?" This was unbelievable!

"Well, no. We were actually in their family room downstairs. I went along with this, enjoying it actually, but when he started touching me, I went crazy. I lost any sense of stopping. Moments later, before I knew it, he had unzipped his pants and pushed my thong to the side, and he was fucking me against the wall. I saw your father watching me from the doorway and he smiled and suddenly I just didn't care. I closed my eyes and came, a big one. Later that night, when we got home, your father simply pushed me back against the wall of the living room and fucked me in the same way. He was insatiable that night." She gave him a shy and sweet smile at this, and reached out to gently touch his hand. I felt like throwing up, it was so sweet.

"He saw and didn't say anything?" I stared at Daddy. "You watched Mom fuck another man?"

"Honey, I realized that it didn't matter. I loved your mother very deeply. What happened between her and other men didn't change that. Knowing she was having that much fun was fun itself!"

"Baby, it turned me on knowing your father was watching and it turned him on watching somebody else with me. There is sex for love and sex for fun, and this was just incredible fun!"

"Holy shit!", I exclaimed. "So what happened next?"

"That's your Daddy's story.", she replied with a laugh.

I looked at him. He stuck his tongue out at Mom, but smiled and turned to me. With a shrug he admitted, "She's right. After that it's my turn. The next day, the McNabb's invited themselves over to our swimming pool for the afternoon. You must have been at a friend's or something, since you weren't around or nothing would have happened. Well, it felt kind of weird swimming with them in the pool knowing that Jeff had screwed your mother the night before, and Christy didn't know it and Jeff didn't know I knew. Then Christy swam over to where I was sitting on the edge of the pool and announced, she had seen me watching Jeff and your mother the previous evening, and didn't I think what was sauce for the goose was sauce for the gander?"

"Huh?"

"She meant, that what was good for the girl was good for the guy. Basically she told us that she wanted to do your dad.", explained Mom.

"What'd you say?", I asked, gaping.

"Well, what do you think? Your father agreed, and she pulled down his swim trunks and gave him a blowjob on the spot. After that, it just got a little crazy. We switched off and swapped partners the rest of the afternoon out in the backyard!"

"This is just too fucking unreal!", I commented.

"Afterwards, the McNabbs explained to us that they were swingers, that they liked to swap partners and go to swing parties and such. It really got your mom and me turned on, and they invited us to a party with them. We've been hooked ever since."

"Wow!"

We talked some more about 'the lifestyle' as they called it, until Mom said, "This house isn't going to clean itself!" She split us up and made us start cleaning up from last night's party. Even though the kitchen was neat, the rest was a disaster! There were glasses and paper plates and napkins and stuff everywhere. Dad was assigned the entire outdoors, while Mom and I worked inside. I had been expecting to find some trash, but what do you do when you find a thong? I gave it to Mom for washing and returning, if we could ever find the owner.

We had the downstairs pretty well finished (two loads of dirty dishes, with a third organized and presoaked) and went upstairs to do the bedrooms and baths. The bathrooms went fairly quickly, and Mom and Daddy had straightened up their room before going to bed last night. That left the spare bedroom where I had been gangbanged and assfucked by Daddy while licking Mom's cunt. It was déjà vu all over again when I went inside.

"So, how are you feeling today?", asked Mom.

I shrugged a bit. "Okay. Tired but not sleepy, just tired." I lowered my voice some. "A little sore, you know."

"Yes, but it's a good sore. You'll feel better by tomorrow. Here, we need to make the bed."

We had already stripped off the bedclothes and Mom had pulled out another set of sheets. After handing one end to me, we tried to open them out, but managed to get them twisted.

"Shit!!", I said.

For the first time, Mom chided me on my language. "There's no reason to talk like that, dear."

"Sorry. I'm just trying to figure that out, you know."

She nodded her head in sympathy. "I know, it's a lot to absorb in a day. There's a simple rule to remember. A good woman is one who acts like a lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom. Just remember that and behave accordingly."

"A lady in the living room?"

"And a whore in the bedroom.", she repeated.

"And in the spare bedroom, too."

Mom laughed loudly at that. "And sometimes in the living room, as well! Still, you get the idea. If it's a 'living room' situation, act like a lady. Ladies don't need to swear. If it's a 'bedroom' situation, anything goes, and I do mean anything. The only rule is nothing that will hurt somebody."

Dad wandered through about then and announced that the outside was clean. Everything had been cleaned out of the pool, the pool house, off the lawn, and anywhere else he could find. A bikini was on the dryer and he didn't recognize it as either of ours. Then he said, "I think I need a nap.", and headed to his and Mom's room.

Mom looked over at me and grinned. "That's your father's not so subtle shorthand for 'I'm feeling horny.' He wants me to take a nap with him."

"Really?!" I had never noticed! Then again, I didn't think they even had sex until last night proved otherwise.

"Well, we usually take a quickie nap together afternoons if we're both home." She must have seen the look on my face, and commented, "Baby, there is nothing you've ever thought of or done, and I mean nothing, that we haven't done. I know you kids think anybody over the age of 21 is an old fart, but your father and I have a very happy and physical love life. I enjoy making love with him and make sure that he enjoys it with me."

"So now..."

"Well, to be honest, last night was pretty wild. I'm a little sore, too." We both snickered at this.

"And what about Daddy?"

"Well..." She looked at me curiously for a few seconds, then said, "Would you like to join me? We can give your father a little relaxation and catch a few winks ourselves."

"You mean, the three of us?" I mean, last night was an accident, but this would be intentional.

"Why not? I think we've already crossed that line, right?"

Uh, okay.", I agreed. I followed Mom down the hall into the bedroom.

When I had dressed this morning, I had pulled on a sports bra and panties, a t-shirt, and gym shorts. Mom looked as if she had dressed similarly. She was wearing a tank top with a small bra underneath, and I could see bikini panty lines under her running shorts. We were both barefoot. Daddy had been wearing some ratty old khakis and a totally worn out flannel shirt. Now, as I followed my mother into their bedroom, I noticed he had gotten ready for Mom to join him in his 'nap.' His shirt was unbuttoned, and his pants were unzipped, though still on. He already had a large bulge in his pants.

His eyes widened as he saw me follow Mom into the bedroom, but he didn't say anything. Mom crawled onto the bed and nestled up next to him; I came around the other side and lay down. He lifted his arms to allow us to snuggle up to him. I watched as Mom moved an arm down to his pants. She pulled the unzipped portion apart, exposing his stiff cock and I could see that Daddy had spent the day 'commando' style. She reached inside to touch him and he gave a very contented sigh.

I decided to join in. I reached down and pushed Daddy's pants down his hips far enough that his cock was completely exposed to view. Now, in the light of day, with a clear head, and no distractions, I was able to closely examine him naked for the first time. I realized that he was actually a pretty nice looking guy. I mean, I always loved my Daddy and he's just a total teddy bear, but now that I was looking at him as a male and not just as my father, I realized, he was pretty nice looking. He wasn't god-like like the two guys who got me in the study last night, but definitely fuckable. He didn't have a six-pack stomach, but he didn't have love handles either, his chest was hairy enough to be manly without being a rug, and his cock was thick and long. Staring at it as Mom stroked his shaft, I couldn't believe he had stuck it up my ass last night. No wonder I was sore back there!

I glanced over at Mom, who smiled back at me. I reached down to touch him and she wrapped my hand around his cockhead, eliciting another happy sigh from Daddy. Mom started to stroke his cockshaft again while I concentrated on fondling his cockhead. Daddy began rubbing my back and Mom's with his hands, and a few minutes later his hips started lifting off the bed. He began fucking his hips upwards. It wasn't much longer until he groaned and I felt something sticky and warm filling my hand and coating my fingers — his come!

Daddy sagged back into the bed, and stared through glazed eyes as my mother took my hand and began licking his jism off my fingers. Cleaned up, we snuggled against him, and I could feel his breathing become even and slow as he nodded off for a real nap. I joined him, too.



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Chapter 3

I woke up about an hour later, and as I shifted to get up, Mom's eyes came open as well. She moved her hand from where it was caressing Daddy's limp prick, then climbed off the bed. Daddy didn't move at all; if anything he seemed to be sleeping sounder than ever and started snoring. We stood up, leaving him in the center of the bed, and Mom motioned me to follow her out of the room.

Out in the hallway, Mom closed the bedroom door so we wouldn't wake Daddy. "I think tonight we should have your father take us out to dinner.", she said with a smile.

"Really?", I asked, smiling back.

She nodded. "Besides, I definitely don't feel like cooking. Do you?"

I laughed. "No!"

"So, we'll go over to the club. Listen, are you still feeling sore?" I told her I had a twinge of soreness down below (and behind me, though I didn't tell her that!) She simply nodded in understanding. "It will pass. What I do is take a bunch of Advil and take a long, hot bath."

"With bubbles and all?"

"Absolutely!" She pointed me down the hall towards my bedroom and the hall bath. "I'm going to take one. They are very relaxing."

This sounded simply wonderful, so I went to my bedroom and took her advice. I stripped off my clothes and wrapped a bathrobe around myself, then headed to the bath. On the way, I found Mom coming up the stairs, carrying an opened bottle of wine and a wine glass... "Mom, what do we wear tonight?"

She looked at me curiously for a second. "Oh, I don't know. It's not too fancy. I mean, it's just the country club for dinner, not a party. I was thinking of some nice tight slacks and a sexy top. Come and see me when you're out of the tub." She passed me and headed into her own bath, so I went into the hall bath for my own.

I pretty much did as Mom had suggested. I took a half dozen Advils and a long hot bath, with a whole mess of bath salts and bubble bath soap. I stayed in until I was limp and pruny, then climbed out and had another bunch of Advils. I was definitely feeling human by the time I pulled my robe on again.

I wandered into my parent's room through the open door and went on into the master bath. I found Mom neck deep in their Roman tub, the jets swirling the suds around her. She was sipping from her wineglass, the empty wine bottle was on the floor. "You're still goofing off in the tub?", I chided her laughingly.

Mom grinned. "When your father woke up and found me in here, he needed a blowjob to calm down."

"Way to go, Mom!"

Mom smirked. "Figured out what you're wearing?", she asked.

"Uh, maybe my black low-riders and a tube top?"

She nodded. "Wear a little blouse over the top, nothing major. You can leave it open and look classy and sexy at the same time."

I nodded in thanks and went off to my room. I was dressed in fifteen minutes, with a sheer white blouse unbuttoned over my skimpy little black tube top and a black thong under my low-riders (and I pulled the sides up so you could see it under the blouse!) I went downstairs to find Daddy smiling to himself. I knew why, but kept Mom's comment to myself. He smiled at me and gave me a wolf whistle, which he repeated when Mom came in. She was wearing a pair of very low cut and skin-tight pants in a very stretchy blue fabric; they didn't have a zipper down the front but a pair of zippers, one at each hip. She was also wearing a sheer white blouse and sheer white camisole; both were transparent but together they hid enough to be street-legal — it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. We were both wearing some serious heels.

Daddy pulled on his sport coat and led the way out to the car. Daddy's ride was a Benz and Mom drove a Beemer — I walked! It was so unfair!

When we got to the club we parked in our spot and were seated immediately. We didn't have reservations, but it really helps when your father is on the board for the country club! Like I said, he's a real estate developer and Oak Ridge Creek is their biggest and nicest project. Mom says it's three lies for the price of one — there's no oaks, no ridge, and no creek! Anyway, Daddy and Mister Baker built the development and the country club and the golf course, and have permanent memberships, parking near the front door, and never wait for a table.

It was an interesting meal. When the waiter asked us if we were having a drink, Mom ordered a strawberry daiquiri for herself and one for me to boot. I guess my parents figured if I was adult enough for a gangbang, I was adult enough for a drink. The nice thing about Daddy being a big shot at the country club was that the waiter didn't even blink when ordered to bring a teenager a drink. We continued our conversation from the day, though with lowered voices, and I ended up telling my parents how I had tried to sneak in and wound up joining in.

About midway through dinner I noticed my mother smiling at somebody behind me and wave at them. Daddy glanced and nodded, so I turned around and looked, then whipped my head back. I couldn't believe it! It was Kissing Guy and Kneeling Guy, the two men who I had fucked and sucked in Daddy's study the night before. They were just leaving with a tall and pretty blonde. She was wearing what looked like a silk chemise and high heels, and not much else. They waved at Mom and Daddy, then left. I tried to stop blushing and stared at my plate.

"What's with you?", asked Mom.

"Uhhh..." I glanced at the entrance to club and turned my head back before they could see me.

Mom caught my look. "Did you meet the Reynolds boys last night?" I blushed furiously and she laughed. "You did, didn't you!?"

I nodded. "Uh, they were the first two guys, I mean when I came in through the patio door to the study, they saw me and we..."

"Really! Lucky you! Those two are simply scrumptious!" I blushed again and she laughed again. "Seriously, Amber, they are just beautiful, and you know it!"

"Have you ever..."

Mom simply smiled. Daddy asked, "Who's the girl? Was she at the party last night?"

"Not that I recall. I think she's the new girlfriend."

"Girlfriend? Singular?", I asked.

"They like to share.", commented Daddy dryly.

"They have a tag-team approach to things.", agreed Mom.

"And she... ?"

"Amber, after last night, I don't think you can be very critical, hmmm?", commented my father.

"I guess not.", I agreed. Still, it's unusual!

Mom got pretty wasted that night. I liked the daiquiri, but I was a bit queasy still, so when Mom ordered a second round, I let her drink mine. That gave her three of them, and they were pretty large. Mom tried a sword fight with the folded up umbrellas in the drinks. Dad laughed and had several vodka Collins. He was still a bit straight when we left, but Mom was definitely blitzed. She was laughing and holding onto Daddy's arm for support, and when we got out to the car, she told Daddy to give me the keys, so she could neck with him in the back seat. I couldn't believe my ears! And then it got weirder — Daddy simply laughed and reached in his pocket and tossed me the keys!

I love driving the Benz, even if it is only once in a blue moon, and I tried to ignore the giggling coming out of the back seat. I glanced in the rear view mirror and found they were necking in the back seat like... me and Bobby out on a date! They had started before we even left the parking lot!

When I pulled into the driveway, they didn't stop. I hit the button on the ceiling of the car to open the gate and closed it behind me, and pulled up to the front door. I got out and opened the rear door, shining light on my parents. "Okay, you two lovebirds, we're home!" Wow! They had been really going at it! Mom had Daddy's pants unzipped and his cock was waving in the air, and Daddy had worked Mom's top loose so that her tits were out and her pants were unzipped. They giggled and crawled out of the car, not really bothering to cover up too much. Daddy tucked himself in, but Mom let everything out to show. They had both gone to dinner commando style.

Mom was wobbling a bit so Daddy stayed on one side of her and I stayed on the other as we went inside. She announced, "I'm horny and need some cock!", so Daddy kept her pointed in the direction of the stairs and we helped her to the bedroom. I decided to stick around and watch, since nobody told me I couldn't, and besides, watching these two had made me some kind of horny, too!

We sat her down on the bed, between us, and Daddy started to take her blouse and top off. This didn't happen all that fast, since she immediately turned to me and started French kissing me and tonguing me. Daddy actually ended up stripping naked first, then undressing both Mom and me. It was so cool to be laying back on the bed, Mom in my arms and kissing me, as Daddy pulled my pants down. He licked my pussy right through the thong before pulling that off too.

I think the overall plan for the evening was simply to make Mom come as often as possible. I ended up concentrating on her tits while Daddy ate her pussy. Mind you, I was feeling pretty good, too. Mom was playing with my tits and kissing me and even if Daddy was eating her, he was fingerfucking me like all get out! I was coming as often as she was!

Finally Mom started screaming that she needed "a cock up my cunt" and Daddy climbed onto the bed behind her and slipped it in from the back. Mom was just moaning and groaning! Daddy twisted her around so that he was laying on his back and Mom was laying on him, also on her back, sort of an upside down doggy-style fuck. I decided to get down between their legs and suck her clitty while she was getting dicked by Daddy and she just went nuts! She was screaming and moaning and shivering and spasming as she fucked down onto him. I glanced up once and could see Daddy had his arms around her and was pinching and pulling on her nipples.

I couldn't tell how many times she came, but I could definitely tell when Daddy did; his cock swelled up a bit and I could see it pulsing and jerking. I kept licking and a few seconds later I could taste his come starting to mix with Mom's juice. It was really awesome to see at such a close range.

Mom collapsed backwards and Daddy twisted her back around so she was lying on the bed before pulling out. I had to move, so I decided it was time for some fun, too. I shifted around so that we were in a 69 position, and crawled over. I cleaned up Mom's pussy and she began to lick mine. What surprised me next was when I felt another pair of lips back there. Daddy started to kiss and lick me from behind, so that he was licking around my ass and down to where Mom was kissing me.

I was really getting into it when Daddy stopped. I was a little disappointed, but I felt him moving around behind me and then he was nuzzling up against my butt and I felt his cock pushing against my pussy. Mom helped him get it in, pulling my pussylips apart and guiding him in, then she went back to sucking my clitty. Daddy began giving me long and hard strokes, really pounding my pussy. Jesus but he felt huge! I barely remembered to keep working on Mom. When he came, it felt like he was going to spray out my nose!

The three of us collapsed naked onto the bedclothes and fell asleep without even pulling the covers up.



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Chapter 4

Things quieted down the next day. I woke up with Daddy behind me, his hardon nestled against my butt, so I rolled over to look at him and he smiled at me. I rolled on top of him (I had never done it this way before!) and climbed on top. It felt great and different, but doggy is even deeper and I think it's my favorite. I rode him like a pony — we giggled when I told him that — until we both came.

Things went downhill a bit then. Mom stirred awake and looked at us blearily, then lurched out of bed and ran to the bathroom. She began worshiping the porcelain god, blowing chunks. Daddy simply shook his head and headed in after her, and I left for my bedroom and a bath of my own. Later on that morning I asked Daddy what was wrong and he told me that Mom was 'pukin' dog sick' with a hangover. Mom wasn't as generous, and simply asked that we shoot her and put her out of her misery.

There wasn't any more fun and games, which was good since I needed some rest and a chance to do homework. Daddy was funny when he mentioned that evening that I should be discrete about the weekend. I just looked at him and said, "Gee, and I was going to tell Bobby that Friday night I joined in a gangbang, and then did a threesome with my parents the rest of the weekend." Daddy looked startled at the idea and agreed that I probably was going to keep my mouth shut.

Mom was a real drama queen the rest of that Sunday, but she was human again by Tuesday. I wasn't asked to join in any more fun and games, though I didn't say anything. Instead I watched them, probably for the first time every really seeing them as people and not as parents. I mean, the way they held hands when going out — as a kid I thought it was kind of gross for a bunch of old people, but now I realized that they loved each other and held hands just like Bobby and I did. They also weren't that old; at least a few of the people I saw at their party were even older!

They loosened up some around me as well, dressing a bit differently. Well, not Daddy, but Mom began dressing a lot more casually. She often went braless now, and it wasn't uncommon for her to wear a short skirt around the house. The first time I saw her like that, I gaped. She simply told me to shut my mouth and stop drawing flies, and that she always dressed like this when I wasn't around, for Daddy. Well excuse me for not noticing!

I also started noticing they screwed like bunnies. I had never noticed before how Mom would go upstairs when Daddy got home to 'talk' to him. I listened at the door one day and heard her moaning faintly. I also began noticing how she would come change into her nightgown and robe in the evening, then come downstairs. She would watch a little television with us, then head up to bed; Daddy would watch closely and almost always follow her upstairs.

On a positive note, we dropped the pretense of sunning ourselves in our swimsuits. Mom and I began sunning ourselves naked. We lost any trace of tan lines. Daddy didn't seem to mind the view.

I slipped back into my normal routine Monday morning when I got to school. Bobby met me at my locker and immediately pushed me up against the locker and started making out with me. I could feel his hardon through his pants and I started thinking about when I was going to see him next. My parents wouldn't allow me to date on a school night, so the next night I could get away and see Bobby was Friday. I rubbed back against him, incredibly horny, and we kept making out until the homeroom bell rang.

That was just about all the sex I got for the rest of the week. I played with my pussy every night until I came, but I didn't join in with Mom and Dad. They didn't invite me and I didn't ask. I began to realize that whatever fun they had with other people, they compartmentalized their lives so that that kind of fun was separate from what they had together. I also felt fairly certain I would be asked to join in again, but not right away.

Friday seemed to take forever to arrive. The past weekend had simply whetted my appetite for more. Bobby came over and picked me up before dinner and we went over to the mall. We had some pizza and went to the movies, then we got into his Buick (it is so unfair I don't have a car!) and Bobby drove us out into the country. We pulled off onto a deserted road, and a couple of miles later, he pulled off into a deserted path and doused the lights. "Let's get in back!", he suggested.

Bobby was about as subtle as a rock. We got out and climbed into the back seat and he made a big production of straightening his stiff dick in his pants, like that was going to turn me on. Well, okay, maybe it did, but like I said, he wasn't very subtle. As soon as I snuggled up to him and began kissing him, he reached up and began fondling my tits. I was wearing a tank top with a bra underneath. Mom had actually suggested that I skip the bra; now my parents knew I was screwing Bobby and she figured it would be sexier. I tried it, though, and I didn't like the way my nipples pushed out against the tank top. It was too slutty for the mall. I have really big nipples.

I liked what he was doing to me, and responded by unzipping his pants and fishing his cock out. He pushed my top and bra up and began sucking my tits, hard, and unzipped my jeans. No matter how hurried he was, it felt good, and I stroked him off in return. About two minutes later, he said, "Oh, baby, suck my cock!" Subtle! I was feeling very good from his fingers, so I shifted around and put my head in his lap. I got it almost entirely in my mouth, and he began moaning. A few minutes later he erupted without any warning.

I had been having fun and by now wanted some action myself. I pushed my jeans down off my lap, kicking off my shoes in the process, and stripped my bra off from under the top. I leaned back against the car door and spread my legs, showing my pussy and asked, "What about me, Bobby?" I ran a finger over my pussy lips as an enticement.

He stared at me for a second. "Huh?"

"Come on baby, lick me, please?"

He looked at me like I had two heads. His hand reached out and he began fingerfucking me again, hard and fast, and shook his head. "Sorry, Amber, but only two things smell like a dead fish, and one of them is a dead fish!" This really pissed me off, but I was coming at the time, so I didn't care. I don't smell like a dead fish!

After a few minutes more, Bobby's cock was stiff again, so he moved closer to me. "Come on, baby, wouldn't you like a nice big dick, instead?" I didn't tell him I had already had some 'nice, big dicks', most of which were quite a bit nicer and bigger than his. Bobby was a little on the small side, though I never complained when it was in me. I lay down as best I could on the back seat, my shoulder and head scrunched against the car door, and he climbed between my legs and stuck his dick into me. It felt okay, but he came real fast, long before I had a chance to.

Bobby crawled off me and sagged back into the seat and grinned at me. "Wasn't that better, honey?"

What could I say? 'Well, actually, no! I didn't come!' That would be so mean, and Bobby was sort of inexperienced. I knew right then that all the other men, the older men, were much better lovers than Bobby. They were a whole lot nicer about it and I always came during that party and later with Daddy... 

"Yeah, Bobby.", I agreed. He grinned and we disentangled ourselves, and got dressed again. I tucked my bra in my purse and we got back in the front seat, then Bobby drove me home.

I didn't expect Mom to be up when I got home, but she was puttering around in the kitchen when I came in. She glanced at me and noticed my nipples through the tank top and smiled. "Have fun?"

She was wearing a long and slinky satin robe, nylons, and black stiletto heels. "I could ask the same of you, couldn't I?", I replied.

She laughed at this and poured two cups of coffee, then sat at the kitchen table. I sat across from her. "How was your date?", she asked.

"Oh, you know, we went over to the mall and had some pizza and went to a movie."

"What'd you see?"

I told her about the movie, which she hadn't seen, and described it a bit, then she said, "And?"

"And what?"

"And don't be coy with me. What about after the movie? That must have gotten out a while ago."

"Mother!" I blushed but Mom just gazed at me serenely and curiously. "Well, if you must know, we drove around for a bit."

"Go parking?" She had the most infuriating smile as she asked. She knew perfectly well we had gone parking!

"Yes!" I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Have fun?"

"Uhhh..." I thought about that a second.

Mom picked up on my hesitation. "Or not? Tell me..." She made a come-along motion with her fingers.

"Well, I guess so. I mean, Bobby had fun, but I never really..." I petered off at this, blushing.

Mom sipped some coffee and nodded. "Care for a little information? I think you just discovered the difference between boys and men. Boys have a lot of fun. Men make sure you have a lot of fun."

"Yeah!", I agreed. "That's it! Like, he just assumed I was getting off and I really wasn't, and when I asked him to do something he ignored me."

"Such as?"

"Well, after I gave him a blow job, I asked him to lick me and he refused. We fucked, instead." As soon as I said it, I looked embarrassed at my language, but Mom ignored me. I guess this was 'bedroom' talk and not 'living room' talk.

"Back in a moment.", she replied.

About a minute later she came back into the kitchen carrying a white plastic rod and placed it on the kitchen table between us. I stared at it and realized it was a dildo! "That's for you.", she said.

I just stared at it, then gingerly reached out to touch it. Mom snorted and said, "Well, go on, it's not going to bite you!" I picked it up and felt it. It was smooth, about 6 inches long and an inch wide, shaped like a missile, with a screw-on base. I twisted the base while looking at it and it came alive! Spooked, I dropped it onto the table, where the vibrations sound incredibly loud.

"Good Lord!" Mom picked up the vibrator and turned it off, then held it out in front of her. "This is the On-Off switch, as well as the speed control. Here, hold the end." I grasped the smooth end and she twisted the base, running it up the speed scale and back down to off. I took it from her and tried it as well. "It's yours.", she told me. "It's not as nice as the original thing, but it lasts longer than you can, and it never pisses you off."

I took it from her and played with it a bit more, then helped Mom clean up. "So, did you have fun tonight, too?"

Mom gave me a big grin. "Oh yeah! After you left, I took a quick shower and washed up, then put my stockings and heels on, along with this robe. That's how I was dressed when your father came home, and we had a very nice and intimate dinner."

"How intimate?"

"I was dessert.", she replied with a laugh. I shivered thinking of it. "Later on, we went into the living room and watched a little television together and made love there on the couch, then went upstairs and made love again just before you came in. I was simply down here cleaning up from dinner."

"I'm guessing you didn't have any problems like I did."

"Not hardly. You father is a very good lover. He always makes me come!"

"And now?"

"And now, you are going to bed to try out your new friend," I blushed. "... and I am going to bed to see if your Daddy can come back to life. If not, I'll get some in the morning." She kissed my cheek and turned out the lights and we went upstairs.



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Chapter 5

I spent the rest of the weekend talking to Mom about Bobby specifically and boys in general. I cancelled my date with him that Saturday night (I told him I had a bug of some kind.) and I came to realize I would have to start training Bobby properly.

My campaign started Monday morning at school. As always, Bobby met me at my locker and immediately tried to start making out with me. Let me tell you, he was really surprised with how I reacted! I pushed him away and he tried to push back in and I pushed back again. "What?!"

"Bobby, if I ever hear you say what you said about dead fish again you will never get any more 'dead fish' from a girl at this school again! I will tell every one of them about what you said and what you think. Do you understand me?"

"Huh?" He stared at me like I was from Mars!

"You heard me! What you said was rude and mean and nasty and it hurt!" I pushed him away and went into homeroom.

It must have worked, because at lunch time he was much more... reasonable. He tried to laugh it off by saying he was just joking, but I shut him down immediately. "It's not funny. It's mean." He caved! He started apologizing and promising to never say it again and really trying to suck up and kiss my ass. I was really tempted to let him off the hook, but I remembered Mom's words — 'Men are dogs. They need to be hit with a rolled up newspaper on occasion.'

I didn't let up until after school, when I relented enough to let him hold my hand. I had several more days to bring this 'dog' to heel, since we weren't going to go out again until Friday night. My parents wouldn't let me go out on a school night. By Friday he was behaving nicely and apologizing for his behavior. Mom had assured me he would, since 'us girls have something men will do anything for!'

I changed our date as well. The original plan had been much as before, hang out at the mall with some friends and then go parking and fuck. Now, it was pizza at my house. I insisted that my folks wanted to meet him. He was kind of nervous, but agreed and came over after school. Daddy brought a couple of pizzas and some wings home. After dinner was going to be different, too. Rather than go out, we were going to stay in. When I described how uncomfortable it was in the back seat of the car, Mom had laughed. "What, you think it was better in my day? It's always uncomfortable screwing in the back seat of a car! Why do you think they invented beds?"

"Mom... you!... in a car!"

She laughed some more. "Of course, silly, when I was even younger that you." I shook my head in disbelief. "Listen.", she said. "Why don't you take Bobby downstairs to the family room." Our basement is finished off, with a wet bar and game system on the TV and a VCR and DVD player and all.

I thought about it a bit. It would certainly be a whole lot more comfortable than cramped up in Bobby's car. Still it was just so weird talking to my mother and getting permission to fuck my boyfriend in the basement! "Uh, what about Daddy?" What if he caught on and walked in on us?

Mom smiled. "Just latch the door. I'll keep your father distracted." She licked her lips lewdly and winked at me.

"Does this mean I can bring Bobby over other times, too?"

She shrugged in agreement. "Maybe. It is a bit strange, I suppose. Hang a towel over the doorknob if you two are down there."

"What about my room?"

"That would be pushing your luck."

So after dinner, we excused ourselves and I told my parents we were going to go downstairs and watch a movie on the DVD. Bobby sort of looked at me strangely at this, since I hadn't said anything to him about it, but he didn't argue with me. I think he had started understanding about the 'rolled up newspaper.' I let him go down the stairs first, winking at Mom as I surreptitiously draped a towel over the doorknob, then silently latched the door shut.

Bobby was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking at me curiously, when I came down. "We're not going out?"

"Let me show you around." I took his hand and led him around the basement. It's much nicer than it sounds — basement — it may have started as a basement but it's much nicer. The laundry and junk stuff like Daddy's tools are in the utility room off the kitchen. The basement is paneled and carpeted, with a drop ceiling, nice furniture and a great home theater system, and a wet bar and a bathroom. It still has an access to the garage. I pulled him over to the couch and sat down. When he sat down next to me, I snuggled up against him. "Isn't this nicer than some back road?"

Bobby's eyes snapped open as he understood. Glancing around, he said, "Are you crazy?! Your old man is right upstairs!"

I ran a finger along his throat. "Don't worry about my parents. They go to bed early." Very early, I hoped. Mom had promised she was going to wear Daddy out in case he got curious. "Bobby, I get a terrible crick in my neck in the back of your car!", I teased him. I stretched out on the couch and laid my head in his lap. "You don't really want to go out, do you?" I gave him a very shy smile.

Bobby finally caught on and grinned at me. "Are you serious?", he asked with a laugh. He finally reached out and laid it on my chest. It felt very nice, his fingers so close to my breasts, and I sighed happily. Bobby began to unbutton my blouse with both hands, feverishly.

I placed one hand on one of his and pulled his fingers to my lips. "We don't have to rush.", I said. Bobby blinked, not really understanding. "We have plenty of time." I took one of his fingers and began sucking on it.

Bobby slowed down some, though I could tell that this was completely against the instincts his Y chromosome had taught him. In retrospect, I have to say I understood the problem. Just how many teenagers can take their time when it comes to sex?

He slowed enough that he only used one hand to undo the buttons on my blouse. I was wearing a nice fitted white blouse and blue jeans, with a black satin bra and panty set underneath. Once he saw my black bra, I could see him starting to breathe faster, and as soon as my blouse was undone, he shifted the hand I had been kissing to my tits and used the other to keep unzip my jeans.

At that point I lost control myself. I needed it just as bad as he did. I stopped him and crawled off the couch and stood. He stared at me, but I peeled off my blouse. "Get undressed!", I ordered. I stripped off my bra and skinned off my jeans and panties in one quick move. Bobby goggled at me for a second, then his hands were a blur as he took off his shirt and pulled his pants and shorts down. His cock stuck straight out as he sat there with his pants around his knees. "All the way!" He reached down and yanked his pants off, pulling them right down over his Nikes, at which point I started laughing. Bobby grinned sheepishly as he slowed down enough to get his clothes and shoes off, finally peeling his socks off.

"Now, isn't that better?" I stood naked in front of him and smiled.

Bobby blushed and nodded. Glancing at the stairwell, he said, "If anybody comes down those stairs, we are dead!"

"Will you stop worrying! Now, move over." I waved my fingers at him to move him over on the couch. I lay down on the couch next to him and he promptly positioned himself over me, kneeling between my spread legs. About two seconds later he was inside me. It felt very nice, but it was over within another couple of minutes. I kept him in position by wrapping my arms around Bobby's neck and lacing my legs around his. This wasn't something we could do in his back seat! I began whispering in his ear how I wanted more, that I needed more of what he had just done for me, that I needed another hard come. Not that I had actually come, but I wasn't going to tell him that! Our second screw lasted a fair bit longer, and this time it was much better. I came, hard, just as he filled me with a second load of jism.

Afterwards, Bobby rolled over onto the side, tucked next to me and held me in his arms. We talked quietly, and I wouldn't let him get up and leave. I wanted more! I fondled his sticky and limp cock, which really surprised him, and he played with my tits until he was stiff enough again for another go. I would have loved a good, hard doggy style fuck; it seems deeper that way, and Bobby is a little... little. He simply rolled back on top of me. Still, I had another big one. I guess after two fucks, Bobby needed a little longer before coming again.

We kissed and necked afterwards, but it was pretty obvious that he was done for the night. Bobby got dressed and went out through the garage. I cleaned up in the bathroom and dressed and went upstairs. It was almost eleven, and I found my parents puttering around in the kitchen. Daddy pointedly took the towel off the basement door and began drying dishes. "Movie over?", he asked. He gave me an exasperated smile.

"Yeah, it was great!", I said, giving him my sunniest smile.

Daddy just snorted and rolled his eyes, then tossed me the towel and left the kitchen. Mom laughed as I looked after him. "He knows?", I asked.

She laughed some more. "He knows. I had to tell him.'

"Mom!", I protested.

She laughed some more and waved off my protests. "I tried, honey, I really did!" I looked at her, daring her to explain. "Well, the first time he wanted to go downstairs to check on you, I had to come on to him and give him a blowjob."

"And..."

"Well, that only settled him down for a bit. About an hour ago he decided to look in on you..." That would have been in the middle of that first really big orgasm! Terrible! "... and it took some sixty-nine to calm him down."

"Wow!" I was impressed!

"That was when he caught on, and started asking me. I had to tell him."

"And he didn't freak out?", I asked.

Mom smiled. "No, he didn't freak out. Have fun?" I grinned and nodded, then described my evening. "Three times, huh? It looks like your father owes me one. Maybe I should go upstairs and see if I can collect!" Mom tossed me the dishcloth and headed out of the kitchen.



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Chapter 6

Things got back to normal with Bobby after that. We dated on weekends, and we usually spent one night 'watching television' in the basement, and the other out, when we'd usually go parking. I didn't want to really control him, just have some fun. We were already planning on going to the prom together.

A few weeks after that first evening in the basement, Mom asked me after dinner if I wanted to attend a cocktail party with them. I looked at her curiously for a second, and she said, "You know, like the last one."

My jaw must have hit the floor! I stared at her for a second, and asked, "You mean, another orgy!?"

"Well, we don't actually call them orgies.", she replied, then shrugged her shoulders. "Though I suppose they really are. Anyway, we have invitations to a party this weekend and your father and I thought you might like to come. I mean, you seemed to enjoy the last one, and maybe you'd like to come to another one through the front door, sort of."

Actually, it did sound like fun. I had definitely enjoyed myself that night, even if I hadn't understood it, and it might even be better if I went in the front door. I'd probably be able to control things a little bit more. "Uh, could I?"

"I don't see why not. I'll mention it to a few friends, but you've already been to a party, so it's not like you wouldn't know what to expect."

"What did Daddy think?"

"He's the one who asked me if you might want to come with us."

I nodded thoughtfully to that, and said I'd like to. Over the next few days, it was all I could do not to think about it, and I broke my date with Bobby for the weekend with an excuse about having to do stuff with my parents. That Friday afternoon, I hurried home after school to find my mother waiting for me. "So?", I asked.

"So?", she responded in kind, laughing.

"So, what do we do tonight?"

She laughed again. "Will you calm down? It's just like any other night you go out. You take a shower and clean up and get dressed and go out." She led me upstairs to my bedroom and sat down with me on the bed. "Things really do start out like a normal party, okay? It just gets a little more intense after awhile. Now, before you go, you should take the time and get really, really clean." I looked at her in confusion. "You should shave your legs and under your arms, and trim up your bikini line..." I blushed at this. "... and douche and give yourself an enema."

I was nodding in agreement right up until the last, at which point I stared at her. "Gross!"

Mom shrugged. "Hey, you liked getting buttfucked last time. If somebody is playing around up there, it should be clean!"

Well, put that way, it did make sense, though it was still gross. "I've never..."

"I know. I'll help you. Get undressed and go to the bathroom. Take your robe. I'll meet you and help." She stood and went down the hall to hers and Daddy's bedroom.

The next hour was very instructional. Mom brought in not just a home enema kit, but a douche kit as well. By the time we were done, I was squeaky clean, inside and out, front and back, shaved all over, and freshly showered. I had even trimmed my pussy hair completely off, so I was as bald as Mom was. When I commented to her that Bobby would notice, she simply told me to tell him it was for bikini season. "What do we wear?", I asked.

"Not much.", she replied. "Seriously, what you will wear will usually end up coming off, anyway, so I wouldn't think you would want to wear much. I normally wear a dress and some heels."

"That's it?"

She shrugged pleasantly. "Usually. Sometimes I might wear some stockings, but mostly not. Listen, when you do get undressed, remember where you put your clothes! You'll have to come home at some point." My eyes widened at the thought of losing my clothes and trying to get home again.

The weather was warm, so Daddy wore khakis and a tennis sweater and loafers without socks. I couldn't tell if he was wearing underpants, but I know there was nothing under the sweater. Mom had on a long halter topped sundress and high heeled sandals; from the line of the dress across her butt, I don't think she had on any panties. I wore a short sundress, with tiny straps that tied at the shoulders, and high heeled sandals of my own, but I was a chicken - I wore a small white thong underneath.

Daddy drove us to the party, and I discovered it was at his partner's house. The Bakers were hosting the party! He held my hand as we walked up the driveway. We weren't the first ones there, and we weren't the last either. Another car pulled in behind ours, a 500 SL, silvery and very cute. Inside, Mister Baker, Roger, greeted us at the door. He shook Daddy's hand and gave Mom a kiss on the cheek, then smiled at me. "I was surprised when your father mentioned he'd be bringing you. I hadn't known you had joined our group."

"Uh, it sort of surprised me, too.", I answered, at which Daddy snorted and Mom giggled.

Roger simply raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Well, go on in and join the party." He clapped Daddy on the shoulder and turned to greet the couple coming in behind us.

Mom led the way down the hallway into the living room, with me behind and Daddy in the rear. I hadn't known what to expect, but it looked just like Mom had said, a typical cocktail party. There were a bunch of people standing around with drinks, and just like every other party in the world, the men were in one group and the women were in another. Daddy went over to a bar set up over at the side and poured Mom a glass of white wine, then after eyeing me speculatively, poured one for me. He made himself a drink and wandered off, after kissing both of us on the cheek. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do.", he said with a smile.

"I haven't found anything you wouldn't do.", commented Mom as she waved him off. I giggled at this, then walked off with Mom. She looked at me and the glass of wine I was holding. "Listen, seriously, if you are going to drink, remember, nobody likes a sloppy drunk. If you get loaded and end up puking in the bushes and passed out on the floor, you'll never be invited back. It's not one of your high school drinking contests."

"Mother!", I protested.

"I'm serious."

I shrugged acceptance. I decided to stick with the white wine. I don't really like the taste of wine, so I wouldn't be drinking it fast.

We were heading down the hallway towards the family room when we were greeted by a woman coming the other way. It took me a second to recognize her - it was Amanda Baker, Roger's wife, the woman I had run across in the bathroom during the party at my parent's and who had taken me into the spare bedroom and gotten into it with me. Then she had been wearing a too small strapless tube dress. Tonight she was wearing the jacket from a fitted suit and high heels - and nothing else! Her jacket was very short, barely covering her ass, and cut very low between her tits. The vents in the side of the jacket showed she wasn't wearing anything under the jacket. She greeted Mom effusively and looked at me. "Amber, you came! I didn't know you knew Clarice!"

Mom (Clarice!) laughed loudly and took Amanda by the arm, moving us out of the hallway and into the family room. "Know me? Amber's our daughter!"

"Oh my God! You're kidding me!"

"It's true.", I agreed.

"And you're part of the lifestyle?", she asked.

"I guess. I never knew about it until that night. I was just trying to sneak in and go up to my room, and things got... out of control."

Amanda laughed at this. She took a healthy sip from Mom's wine glass. "I had been going out to the bar, but that will do. I just have to show you my latest jewelry!"

I was curious about that. Amanda hadn't worn any jewelry that night at our house, but tonight she was loaded with it. She had several gold and diamond bracelets on her wrists, about a half dozen gold necklaces and chains around her neck and down into her cleavage, even a couple of ankle bracelets. She popped open the button holding the jacket together and pulled it open. I noticed several things in passing, one being that she was clean shaven like Mom (and now me!) and that she had a very dark all-over tan. She had a real set of knockers, too, at least as large as Mom's and mine, though I could see the subtle scarring that showed they were store bought and not home grown.

Mom gasped and pointed. "Oh my God! When?..."

Amanda had added a few new items. A large gold and diamond pendant dangled from her belly button, another smaller pair hung from her pierced nipples. Neither had been present when she and I had enjoyed ourselves at my folks' party.

Amanda proudly shook her tits at us, causing the dangles to swing. "Actually, it was just a couple of days after the party at your place. I did it that Monday." Mom gaped at this. "I had been thinking about it for a while, and finally got up the nerve."

Mom said, "I could never..."

I said, "Cool! Where'd you go? I've been thinking about getting my belly button pierced."

"Amber!", Mom shrieked.

Amanda and I laughed at this. "I'm 18, Mom. I can even get a tattoo!" Like I would ever do such an idiotic thing! Mom shuddered at the idea.

"They do that, too.", said Amanda. Mom and I looked at her, Mom in apprehension and me in curiosity. "I went down to this place called BodyWorks. It's near the mall over the other side of town, the one near Commercial Square."

"Sure, I've heard of it. It's supposed to be good."

Mom looked at me. "Who are you and what have you done with my daughter.", she commented.

"That would be the daughter you take to wild sex parties, right?", I replied, to which Mom stuck her tongue out at me. I turned back to Amanda. "So what was it like?"

"Didn't it hurt?", asked Mom.

"No. It kind of stung at first, sort of like getting your ears pierced. It was over before I knew what had happened." She lowered her voice. "I closed my eyes."

"I could never do that.", replied Mom.

"So, how do they feel now?", I asked.

Amanda jiggled her tits at us and laughed again. "God, they feel so good! All Roger has to do is touch them and I come!" I grinned and reached out, gently touching the swaying dangles. Amanda gasped and a flush passed over her tits. She moaned and pressed her boobs into my hands. "See, I told you!"

Mom was pretty impressed by that, though I had heard the same thing from a friend at school who had her nipples pierced. Amanda buttoned her jacket up again and led us back to the bar for another round. Along the way she and Mom introduced me to several other people, though neither one mentioned I was Mom's daughter. That would have taken just too long to explain. I was just somebody who was new to the 'lifestyle.' We mingled.

Things started getting really interesting about a half hour later. By then there were about thirty or so people present, about an even mix of men and women, and if anybody was going to be there, they were there by then. I was in the living room and this man was sitting in an armchair with a woman sitting sideways on his lap. She was part of the couple that had driven in behind us, and her date was standing in the crowd, watching. It was then I realized who she was, at least; she was Marina Ramos, the Hispanic correspondent from one of the local TV stations. She seemed very smart and pretty on the television set, and when I mentioned that to Daddy once, he simply commented that she was the perfect Hispanic reporter, female, pretty, Spanish name, and not a trace of an accent. Until that night, however, I hadn't realized just how pretty she was. She was rather short and wore four inch heels to compensate, and had a pair of huge tits, like 44 Double-Ds, and long and dark brown hair she wore in a pony tail down the middle of her back. Now she was wearing only a little silk chemise, and was laying in this man's lap, her legs across the arm of the chair. Her ankles were crossed, and the chemise had slipped down (up?) her thighs so that everybody could see the dark hair of the landing strip on her pussy. One of the straps had slipped down off her shoulder and almost totally exposed one huge boob. Her friend tugged it lower, exposing it completely, and she shrugged off the other strap.

I glanced over at her date. He had an arm around a slim blonde and was sporting a real stiffy as he watched. Then I felt somebody come up between me and Mom, and a hand went around my waist. I looked up to find Mister Baker had slipped in between us. He was watching, too, and had an arm around Mom as well. Next he moved his hand lower and caressed my ass. I was getting really turned on, both by his hand and by what I was watching.

I saw that the guy on the chair, with Miss Ramos on his lap, had a hand between her legs. She was shuddering, and had her top down around her waist. Her tits looked huge! She was cupping them and lifting them to her lips so she could suck on her own nipples. I glanced over at her date. He was at least ten years older than she was, with salt and pepper hair, and now the girl he was with had unzipped his pants. She had his cock out and was stroking him off while they both watched Miss Ramos getting into it and playing with herself. I didn't quite recognize what she was doing at first, and then I didn't quite understand what I was seeing. Not that I didn't know she was jacking him off, but I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before! It took me a second to recognize it, then I looked back at the couple on the chair. She was moaning and he was thrusting his fingers fiercely between her legs; she was now lifting her tits up for him to lick on as well.

I stopped paying a lot of attention at about that time. Roger had turned sideways to me, so that he was facing me and had both hands on me. The hand that was behind me, running over my butt, had pulled my hem up and his hand was now on my bare ass. Around front, his other hand had also slipped under my skirt and I was being fondled, front and back. His fingers were slipping under my thong and rubbing my clitty and the crack of my ass, and I was just going wild!

I stood there, half sagging against him, as we watched the rest of the room start fucking. It really wasn't fucking, I guess - the couple on the chair were just touching, as was everybody else watching. Then the reporter's date whispered in the blonde's ear. She knelt down on the floor and opened her mouth. He thrust forward and began fucking her face. She was moaning loudly around the cock in her mouth and about two minutes later, he groaned and pushed in hard, holding her in place with his hands in her hair.

"Let's go.", whispered Roger. He let my skirt slip back into place and took me by the hand. We went down the hallway and down a half flight of steps to what looked like a library. "I am really glad you joined us tonight.", he said. He kissed me softly, then turned me halfway around. His fingers moved to unzip my dress.

"Oh?"

"Uh, huh. I don't want you to take this wrong, I mean, I would never have done anything, but ever since I've known you, I have always thought you were just the prettiest girl I have ever known, a real heartbreaker. Since you got to be a teenager, you have driven me nuts, you are so gorgeous!"

I giggled at this and stepped away from him, allowing my dress to fall down to the floor. I kicked it into the corner (and now I knew where I could find it!) and spun around in front of him, now just in my thong and heels. "So, what did you have in mind? Should I think of you as a dirty old man, thinking nasty thoughts about innocent little girls?", I teased.

He was almost growling at this. He tore his shirt off and pushed his pants down his legs, and a very pleasantly thick cock sprang into view. It wasn't as long as Daddy's, but it was thick, really thick, like it would stretch me wide open. He sat down on the couch, in the center, and motioned me to come forward. When I did, he pulled me down, straddling his legs and sitting on his thighs. "Put it in!", he ordered. I pulled my thong to the side and spread my pussy lips, then I used one hand to guide it inside. I was already greasy as hell, and sank down on him with no problem.

Oh my God! It felt huge! Roger put a hand down between us and began rubbing my clit, and I just lost it. I was gasping and crying out as I went nuts, bouncing on him and fucking his cock into me. I was on my second hard come when he put his hands on my hips and pulled me down onto him. I could feel his cock expand even more inside me, twitching and unloading his come up into me. It felt like a rocket ship was trying to blast off up my pussy!

I climbed off Roger and grinned. He was breathing hard and smiling. "Too bad you waited all this time! I'd have liked that even sooner!" He laughed and I went in search of some more fun.

I walked through the house looking at the activities around us. The dam had broken and most people were getting into their first screw of the evening. Marina Ramos was still sideways on the guy on the couch, but he was fucking her now, and the blonde who had given her date head was now getting head from the date. Another two couples had swapped partners in the living room, and a small cluster of people were groping each other in the family room. I could hear some fuck sounds coming down the stairs, so I knew people were up in the bedrooms, and out the back window I could see several people skinny-dipping in the pool.

"Hi, I'm Brandy and this is my husband Jack.", announced this voice from the side. I looked over to see a totally naked redhead smiling at me, her equally naked husband standing behind her, his arms around her and cupping her firm and perky tits.

"Hello, I'm Amber.", I replied.

Brandy and Jack were very cute, in their late twenties. They were smiling at me, and Jack couldn't take his eyes off my tits. "Are you new to the group?", she asked. "I don't think we've ever seen you before."

"It's my second party.", I admitted.

"Well, have you been having fun?"

I nodded and smiled. "Lots, though I'm still trying to figure things out."

"Well, there's only a few basic rules. Nobody gets hurt, always ask if you'd like to be with somebody, and have as many orgasms as possible."

"That seems pretty simple.", I agreed. I looked the two of them over speculatively.

"For instance,", she continued, "Jack here saw you and told me he thought you were beautiful and was just dying to get to know you better. I agree!"

I blushed, but they just smiled. I came up closer. "Does that involve multiple orgasms?"

"Definitely!", replied Jack in a pleasant tenor. Up to that point only Brandy had spoken. He reached out with his hands and tweaked my nipples; I stepped closer and she wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me in for a kiss. Jack and I sandwiched her as we reached around to fondle each other.

After a minute or two of this, we split apart so that we could find our way up the stairs and look for an empty bedroom. The first one we came across was occupied with a couple doing it doggy style, but the second one was empty, though the spread was rumpled and there was a smell of sex in the room. We went inside and reclined on the bed, with Brandy and I sandwiching Jack. There were indeed multiple orgasms - Jack was fingering us both and licking us clean. It seemed that Brandy had already gotten fucked earlier as well, and he liked cream pies! We got into some sixty-nine, all of us at once, in a circle fashion, then Brandy jerked off Jack while I sucked his cockhead.

I went back downstairs and found Amanda, now without her jacket (well, I had lost my thong, too, and I never did get it back!), and we started talking some more about her nipples being pierced. We sat on the couch and talked for a bit, then she decided that we had talked to much, and we got into some sixty-nine right there on the couch. What really surprised me was when I felt the couch sag up by my head, and then the next thing I knew, a stiff cock came into view, along with a large pair of very hairy balls at my eye level. "Put it in!", mumbled Amanda, never really removing her mouth from my pussy, and I guided it up her cunt and began to lick the pair of them. When he came, I kept licking and swallowed the come that seeped out. I never did learn who the guy was.

I think the pinnacle of the night was when I ran across my parents in the family room. They had run across the Reynolds' boys and their new girlfriend. She looked a little spacey to me, but had gotten into the swing of things. One of the guys was laying on the floor with Mom straddling him, his cock up her cunt. The other was kneeling behind her, buttfucking her. She was getting it from both at once! Meanwhile, their girlfriend was sitting on Daddy's lap in an armchair, facing away from him, and both watching Mom getting stuffed as they fucked in the armchair. I joined in, never really saying who I was, but going back and forth between the duo and the trio, adding some fingers and lips wherever I saw an opportunity. I would like to think that the massive orgasms I witnessed were helped in no small part by my active assistance!

It was starting to get late, and after several hard comes, several of the men were too pooped to pop any more. People started leaving around midnight, and Mom and Daddy and I left around a half hour after that. I found my dress and pulled it back on, then we went home.

"How do you feel?", asked Mom once we got inside.

"Great! A little sticky and maybe a bit tired, but great. I kind of wish it could have lasted longer.", I replied.

"It was a good time, wasn't it?", she agreed. "I still feel kind of wired, myself. Come on." She led me to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of Chardonnay from the wine fridge, then handed me a couple of glasses and the corkscrew. I followed her upstairs and into the master bedroom. "Open this.", she ordered Daddy, handing him the corkscrew and the bottle, then continued on into the bath. She turned on the water in the bathtub and took off her dress. I stripped as well.

Dad came in a minute or so later, his eyebrows rising as he saw us naked by the tub. A moment or so later, Mom decided the water temperature was just right and stepped into the Roman tub and motioned me to join her. It was a little cramped as we settled in place, but the tub was large enough for two people if they were friendly. We were sort of facing each other with our legs sort of splayed open and intermingling. Daddy poured us some wine, swigged a swallow from the bottle, then left with a chuckle.

I asked Mom, "Have you and Daddy ever, you know, in here?"

Mom chuckled. "Sure, several times."

"How?" It was kind of tight.

Mom raised a foot and rubbed it gently over my nipples. I squirmed around to get our pussies even closer. "Well, there's two easy methods. In one, your father sits where you are now and I sit with my back to him; he lifts me up and I sit down with him inside me. That one has him doing most of the work, what with his hands wrapped around me. In the other, we're facing each other, sort of like you and me now, but with me sitting on his cock. I have to do the work then."

We lazed in the hot jets for a bit, sipping our wine and discussing who did what, and to whom, earlier in the evening. Out in the bedroom, Daddy was puttering around, not quite ready for bed. Eventually Mom called him back in.

"Anything else I can get for you?"

"Actually, yes, dear.", Mom replied with a purr. "Why don't you grab that bag out of the closet and bring it in here."

I settled back as the water swirled around us, my pussy rubbing slightly against my mother's. I felt like falling asleep, but was too intrigued by what was going on around me. I heard Daddy fumbling about in their closet, followed by a muted "Whoa!", then he came back in. "Is this what you were looking for?" He held up a giant pink thing in a clear plastic wrapper attached to a piece of cardboard. He handed it to Mom, who showed it to me.

It was a giant dildo, a double-headed dildo! It was about an inch-and-a-half wide and about 18 inches long, like two imitation cocks butted up against each other, with cockheads and veins and all! "Wow!", I said, my eyes gaping open. I handed it back to Mom.

Mom sipped some of her wine and smiled at Daddy. "Honey, you're overdressed." Daddy snorted and smiled, then pulled his shirt off and kicked off his shoes. His pants came off next and proved that Daddy was going commando (or had lost his underwear like me.) He cock hung limp between his legs but showed signs of returning to like; it was starting to thicken and straighten out. Mom handed him the dildo and asked him to remove it from the plastic and cardboard, and Daddy had to wander back out to the bedroom to use his penknife. He came back in with a smirk and handed it back. "Put it in us, Tom."

Daddy's eyes opened wide at that! He knelt down and sipped some of Mom's wine, then reached into the tub with both hands holding the double dong. It was moving all over between us, then Mom moved around and gasped. He fed it into her and then concentrated on me. I don't know what was better, Daddy inserting it into my pussy or Daddy playing with my pussy to get it inside! We all ended up shifting around until it got inside. It felt huge! I thought it was going to come out my mouth! Mom and I squirmed around until it was seated comfortably inside us, with our pussies rubbing against each other, about nine inches up inside each of us. Daddy stayed kneeling on the floor, playing with our pussies and rubbing our tits. I had a very pleasant come, and I could see that Mom's nipples were rock hard and I could hear her moan.

I glanced over and found that Daddy's cock was starting to stick straight out and decided to help him along. I reached over and began tugging on his cockshaft and cockhead, and Daddy moved around slightly so that I could get a better grip. I had his cock hard very quickly!

Mom took things to the next point. "Come on, Tom, kneel over here." Daddy knelt at Mom's end of the tub and she leaned over and began sucking his cock. It was Daddy's turn to groan and moan. I moved my fingers back down between Mom's and my legs. I grabbed the double dong and began moving it back and forth between us, along with rubbing our clitties. Mom came even before Daddy did, and she lost control so that he ended up spraying on her tits and face.

Daddy climbed to his feet and moved into the shower. Mom and I cleaned up and climbed out of the tub. "Did you like the dildo?", she asked as she waggled it at me.

"It was kind of cool, though I felt like I was going to drown at times. It might work better on a bed.", I admitted.

She pulled me towards their bed. "Maybe tomorrow we can try that out?"

It looked as if I was being invited to join them in fun and games for the weekend, like after the last party. That was cool with me. He was a better fuck than Bobby, to be honest about it. "And tonight?"

"Well, if we can get your father up for one last go, he's all yours!"

"Excellent!"



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Chapter 7

That was the last chance I had to fool around with my parents before the prom two weeks later. Crazy weekends like that seemed to be restricted to wild 'fuck weekends' when we were going to swing parties. Anyways, Daddy was able to do me one last time that night, and Saturday and Sunday, Mom and I didn't wear very much at all, to entice Daddy to do us again. It worked — Daddy was worn down to a nub by Sunday night! Even Viagra couldn't have helped him by then!

Prom weekend was two weeks before graduation, and the prom was being held Saturday night at a night club on the other side of town. Mom and I spent several days shopping for my dress. Since she knew I was going to be having sex with Bobby that night, it wasn't like we had to pretend about afterwards. I could wear a sexy dress with the intention of getting laid later on. Mom in fact offered to take Daddy out to dinner that night and keep him occupied afterwards — I told her to take him parking and she laughed and said she'd think about it!

We helped each other get dressed that evening. I was wearing a strapless black sheath dress, slit way high up my right thigh, and black heels. Mom even suggested I wear stockings and not pantyhose, which I had never done before. I tried them on, and I liked how they felt and looked, but the slit in the dress was too high up my leg; the top of my stockings was visible. I wore sheer black pantyhose instead. Mom wore a strapless top that was kind of a triangle of gauzy and sheer lace; it went over her boobs and tied behind her back, leaving most of her back and sides showing, but hanging loose over her tits. She was really swaying underneath it. She also wore a long and gauzy skirt that had two long, long slits, one up each leg. No way could she wear stockings and she didn't even try. She went commando and wore really high heeled sandals.

Daddy was very sweet and funny, whistling and fanning himself in our presence, saying how he couldn't make up his mind which of us to take out. I told him he better be planning on Mom, otherwise she'd be very, very angry, and she hammed it up as well. He replied that Mom would need to hide when Bobby came to pick me up, since she was just as hot as I was! I asked Mom where she could go to dinner dressed like that, and she laughed and told me she knew a place outside of town, and I told her of a good parking spot in that direction.

I needn't have worried. Bobby only glanced at Mom when he came in. I guess he thought she was an 'old lady.' If he only knew! We went out to dinner and then over to the prom, where we both got frisked. They had a female cop there for us girls, and she was pretty cute - I wouldn't have minded her frisking me again privately - but she looked incredibly bored by the whole thing.

Everything went fairly well. Nobody got too drunk (cops or no, booze and dope got inside easy) and it was easy to sneak out and light up a joint or two. No, the problem occurred when I told Bobby that after the prom we could go back to my place, since my parents were going to be out late. Loud-mouth Bobby mentioned it to his asshole buddy Jack Torrance. I told Bobby to shut up, since it was just a private time for us, and he apologized, but it was too late. Torrance told his date, who told a friend, who told a friend, who told a... You get the drift? Half the fucking school knew there was going to be a big party at my place after the prom!

It really didn't hit me that there was a problem, though, until after Bobby drove us over to my house and I discovered we were leading a convoy. When I clicked the remote control for the gate, somebody else drove through before we did! "Bobby, we aren't having a party. You have to send these people home!"

"It's just a couple of friends, Amber. It's cool!"

"It's not cool, Bobby. My parents will be coming home soon. We are not having a party! You started this, now you stop it!"

"Whatever."

"No, not whatever!"

"Okay, okay, I'll tell them.", he agreed. He wandered off to greet some friends.

Becky Reynolds came over with a big smile. "Great party!"

"There's no party!"

"Whatever!"

She headed towards the front door and let herself in before I could stop her. By the time I caught up to her, three others followed me in. As I turned back to close the door, I stopped and stared as another car pulled into the driveway and parked in the middle of the lawn. They were followed by somebody else, in a car I couldn't recognize, who roared in and did a doughnut on the lawn. This was a disaster. My parents were going to kill me!

It got worse. People continued to show up and never left. I was running from room to room trying to get people to leave, but as soon as I left to find another group, the first would go back to whatever they were up to. After a few minutes somebody found the wet bar down in the basement and the shit really began to hit the fan. That got people to look for any other booze, and the locked cabinet in the living room got pried open. Drugs? Shit, I had people wandering around lighting up everywhere!

Bobby was useless, passing a bottle of vodka around with some friends. I was screaming at him that my parents were coming home soon, but he just laughed. I threatened to call the cops and he ignored me. The last straw came when I found some guy who wasn't even a student at our school trying to dismantle the stereo in the family room. I was getting ripped off right in front of my eyes! I stumbled to the front door and hit the panic button.

We've had a home security system for about ten years, with the key pad at the front door and the tie-ins to the security company and the cops and the fire department. Half the time we never set it — like tonight! — but it's there, and it has this bright red button marked "EMER" that is the panic button. The idea is that when the bad guys break in, you'll have enough time to go and hit the button, and they won't notice you punching it as they break down the door. Everybody ends up punching it by mistake one time or another, but this time it was for real. I hit the button and ignored the phone call that came back from the security company. You are supposed to give them a code word when it's an accident. I just smiled through the tears when the stoner who answered asked the caller for a couple of pepperoni pizzas. Salvation was in sight.

It arrived in the form of a patrol car with lights flashing about five minutes later. By then a fistfight had broken out on the porch, and two girls were swimming in their prom dresses in the pool. The stoner was puking into the kitchen trashcan. The stereo thief was gone, along with a CD player. I ran down to the cops and introduced myself. They were not overly impressed. One cop started phoning in a request for assistance while the other started breaking up the fight.

Mom and Daddy showed up right after the third police car. My life was now officially over. I turned myself in, for immediate conviction and a lifetime sentence. "What the hell is going on, Amber Lynn?"

When my father uses my middle name, I know I'm in for felony time and not misdemeanor time. I just sat down on the car seat through the open door and started crying. Mom hugged my shoulders and Daddy went off in search of the cops. Within fifteen minutes the mess was cleared up. Everybody had run away, not always in the car they came in, with the exception of three assholes who decided to argue with the cops. Daddy led us inside to see the final damages.

The bars were totally trashed, as was the bar cabinet in the family room. The glass coffee table in the living room was busted. The kitchen and the bathrooms looked like the Mongol hordes had rampaged through. The stereo was gone, though the CDs were still there, just strewn all over. I just sat down on the couch and started crying again.

Mom shooed Daddy off to talk to the cops and sat down next to me on the couch. She put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to her side. "Okay, honey, tell me what happened."

It just poured out. "I invited Bobby back but he told Jack who told Joe who told..." She just held me against her and soothed me.

"Honey, nobody was hurt and nothing was broken that can't be fixed. Now you go change into cleanup clothes and I'll go speak to your father. When you're changed, come back down and we'll start cleaning up." She stood and helped me up, pointing me in the direction of the stairs. "I'll get your father under control.", she said with a smile.

Daddy yelled a fair bit, but he didn't hit or even threaten to hit. I was grounded until the end of the school year and graduation, and probably beyond, like until they died of extreme old age. A police report was filed and I would be cooperating fully, or else! I was put to work cleaning the basement. After a few hours the worst was cleaned up, although professional help would be needed. A landscape company would need to repair the lawn, a carpet company would need to repair or replace the carpet in the living room where somebody had dumped a hot ash tray — and we don't even smoke! — and I was three times told that the insurance company was going to be very interested in what had happened.

I was so up shit creek without a paddle!



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Chapter 8

School on Monday proved an unmitigated disaster! I was surprised by the snubs I got from some people, and Bobby was missing from my locker. (No, he doesn't stay in my locker, but he always meets me there — you know what I mean!) In fact I didn't see him until lunch. He was standing against the wall of the cafeteria talking to some of his friends with an arm around Jackie Fortier!

Jackie Fortier is just like the biggest slut in school! She's actually very pretty, if you like girls who dress like cheap hookers. When she's not giving head, she's a cheerleader. I heard from a very reliable source that once after a winning game she sucked off the entire varsity team, one after the other! She is such a slut! She's not really all that big, maybe five-three if she's thinking tall, with these perky little tits and this little ass I just hate her for, and she dresses like a real slut, always showing her belly button ring and her thong above her jeans. She was rubbing up against Bobby like a bitch in heat!

I stormed up, and Bobby smirked as he saw me coming. "What do you want?", he snarled.

"What do I want?! What is this?", I demanded.

"After Saturday, you don't get to say shit to anybody. Piss off!", he replied with a laugh.

"Go fuck yourself, too, Bobby. I never told you to bring your loser friends over."

"It was just a party, bitch, so you fucked up calling the cops. You don't send guys to jail and think you are getting away with it, do you?"

Several of his friends, including Jake Torrance grumbled and cussed me out, though nobody touched me.

"And this is your new girlfriend? This is the best you could do?"

"Fuck you, bitch!", Jackie yelled at me.

"Kennel closed today, Jackie?", I said sweetly. She started squawking as I turned back to Bobby. "You can kiss my ass, asshole." I turned back at his red-faced slut. "You know Jackie, you really can do better. He has a very small dick, and never lasts more than a minute or two."

Bobby roared as his friends started laughing at him. I simply hit him, which was the biggest mistake I made over the entire event. Now I just slapped him. My hand was open, not clenched, and I hit him with the palm of my hand. An official slap. However, I was really pissed and I got him good with a real roundhouse swing that caught him on the side of the cheek and could be heard over the noise of the cafeteria and knocked him back against the wall.

It was also seen by two teachers and about two seconds later I was in the Vice-Principal's office. Half an hour later Mom was next to me as I was informed I was being given an 'in-school' suspension for three days for 'assault'. The VP was a real jerk, stating that this was all my fault, since two students had already been cut from graduation, since they had felony charges against them. It seems that when the cops searched the three guys who had been busted at my house, two of them had dope in their pockets. How stupid was that!? And it's my fault?! So he was punishing a bad influence on the school.

I felt like exploding, but my mother kept a tight hold on my hand. In-school suspension means you have all day detention, not going to class and still responsible for homework and tests and it goes on your record. It's a fucking joke and a real pain in the butt. Still, I couldn't leave well enough alone, and as we were leaving I muttered to Mom, "What a fucking prick."

I didn't mutter quietly enough. "That cuts it, young lady, and you are out of graduation as well, and if I have my way, you won't even receive your diploma. You'll be expelled!"

I stared at him in disbelief as Mom hustled me out and home. Dad ended up coming home early and stewed for awhile, then left again. I sat down on the couch, totally exhausted, too tired and worn out to even cry about the injustice of it all. Mom sat down next to me and handed me the newspaper, opened to the 'Local' section. Our home played a prominent part of several descriptions from the weekend's Police Blotter. Oh, fucking joy! I looked up at her bleakly. "So, am I expelled or something?"

"I think it's more the 'or something' than anything else.", she replied.

"I guess Daddy's really pis... angry with me."

Mom put an arm around my shoulder. "He's just a bit disappointed, honey. He hasn't stopped loving you. I think he's angrier about your boyfriend..."

"Ex-boyfriend!"

"... than anything else. He told me he never did like him, but he wasn't going to tell you that." I just rolled my eyes at the thought. "He's just going to be grumpy for a few days. He gets that way at times." She smiled at me. "He'll take care of this." She tightened her arm and hugged me.

I hugged her back. "I never did ask, did you and Daddy have fun Saturday night? I mean, you were dressed for it."

Mom's eyes opened up at that. "Oh, my, I almost forgot about that! Yes, we did, a lot of fun!" I looked at her curiously. "Well, after dinner, we went parking, just like you suggested, to give you and Bobby a chance to be alone. We got in the back seat and started fooling around — that outfit of mine really had him turned on, and it was so easy for him to well, you know — and I gave him a hummer. Then he played with me some more and I climbed on top, with my skirt pulled up, and we did it right there in the back seat. It was pretty good. It reminded me of when I was in high school!", she said with a giggle.

"Did the alarm interrupt anything?" I knew that after calling the cops, the security company would have called them on the cell phone.

Mom laughed at that. "Well, no, but the cell phone rang just after we finished. I had already asked your father if he felt like he would be able to go again in a bit, and I never did get an answer!"

"Sorry I screwed that up too, Mom." She just laughed and hugged me again.

I ended up in school the next day after all, with Daddy and his lawyer. The school secretary didn't want to let us in to see the Vice Principal at all, right up until the lawyer pulled a folded blue file from his briefcase and asked if she would accept service. Her eyes opened wide at this and she shuffled us right in to see the Principal immediately. The Principal 'accepted service' with a raised eyebrow and called in the Vice Principal. It was sort of interesting in a way, or at least it would have been if it hadn't been about me. I just kept my mouth shut! I had gotten in enough trouble lately, and Daddy was still using my middle name. The blue paper was a Temporary Restraining Order to keep me from getting thrown out of school. The Principal and the lawyer negotiated it back down to the three day in school suspension, and I had to make a formal apology to the Vice Principal. The lawyer handed me a page out of his briefcase and I read, out loud, "I apologize for my thoughtless and abusive language, and promise never to behave so again."

The Vice Principal was smirking as I read this, stone faced. He had a very unctuous and oily tone as he said, "Thank you. Now, if you were to make a similar apology in the cafeteria to Mister Smith, we might be able to do something about the suspension."

I had a vision of myself standing in the cafeteria at lunch making an apology to that asshole. "I think I'll stick with the suspension.", I replied dryly.

The Vice Principal's face turned beet red and he looked like he was about to explode, though the Principal eyed me curiously and tried not to laugh. Before the Vice Principal could say anything more, she said, "Thank you. That will be all, won't it?" We all stood and left.

Daddy was over the grumpies, mostly, by Friday afternoon. By then he'd had a landscape company out to repair and resod the front lawn and a carpet company had put in a new living room carpet. Mom had taken me shopping for a new coffee table and end table set, and Daddy had ordered a new stereo. The old one had been quickly recovered from a local pawn shop, but it had been really trashed. Anyway, by Friday, Daddy wasn't using my middle name anymore, though I was still grounded, and I had moved from suspension to permanent detention in school.

Detention wasn't that big a deal, at least from a time standpoint. It wasn't like I took the bus to school. Normally Daddy drove me and dropped me off in the morning on the way to his office, and Mom would pick me up after school. A lot of times I ended up in the library anyway waiting for her, or going home with friends, or something.

He actually sat down next to me on the couch Friday night and asked, "How's it going, sweetheart?"

I shrugged. "Okay, I guess."

"Just okay?"

I shrugged some more. Here it was, barely two weeks before graduation and I was a pariah at school. Almost nobody wanted anything to do with me. Bobby had all the boys and half the girls trying to make trouble, and the ones who weren't giving me grief were ignoring me. I just dumped it all on Daddy in one big chunk. By the end I was crying and he had his arm around my shoulders.

He kissed me on the top of my head. "There's an old saying, something about that which doesn't kill us makes us stronger, but that's probably a load of bull. I think it's truer that the only thing you need to do in high school is survive it. Nobody really enjoys it, honey."

"It's so unfair!.", I cried. "I thought they were my friends."

"What about Becky?", he asked.

"Well, she's okay. I mean, she still hangs with me.", I relented.

"Anybody else?"

"Hailey Mills and Teri Fisher are still being pretty good."

"Well, you see, it's not everybody, is it?", he asked with a smile.

"No.", I agreed.

"Honey, these are the sorts of things that prove who your friends really are. If they stick with you through the crappy parts, you stick with them. You'll go through life with an awful lot of friendly people when times are good, but you want to treasure the real friends, the ones who stick no matter how bad it is. Never lose them, baby." He hugged me some more, and I snuggled up against him to watch television.

I must have fallen asleep that way, because the next thing I knew, Mom was tapping me on the shoulder. She was wearing a long satin robe and some stockings and heels. "Off to bed, sleepyhead. It's my turn to snuggle with your father." She smiled and helped me to my feet. I started up the stairs, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and turned to watch them briefly from near the top. Mom had stretched out on the couch with Daddy, who had slipped a hand inside her robe. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it and he was gently cupping and fondling one of her tits. Well, I hadn't been invited, so I went on upstairs and went to bed, pulling out my battery powered boyfriend.

My dry spell ended abruptly the next Wednesday. I was still grounded and there was no school; it was a 'Teacher Conference Day', which is just shorthand for a Teacher Goof-Off Day! Mom doesn't work, so the two of us decided to lounge around the pool and work on our tans. Mid-morning, Mrs. McNabb yelled over the fence that she was joining us and came through the gate in the back yard. She was the only one of us still wearing a swimsuit, but she immediately stripped it off and joined us on the lawn.

This was the first chance I had had to talk to our neighbor since the weekend I learned my parents were swingers and it was the McNabbs who introduced them to it. Mom told Christy that I had been at the party that night and had seen them and then had joined in, though she didn't say that she and Daddy had screwed me too. Mrs. McNabb, Christy she kept insisting I call her, smiled at this and described how she and her husband Jeff had decided to seduce my parents and get them to join them. She's a small woman, in her mid-thirties, who looks sort of like that little slut Jackie Fortier. She's only about five-foot-two or —three, slim with these perky little B-cup tits (mine and Mom's are 36Ds) and a cute little butt and nice legs, a saucy, upturned button nose, blue eyes, and short brown hair. Unlike Jackie, she's actually pretty nice.

We got to talking about my trials and tribulations with Bobby and the school, and she said, "It sounds like you need to get laid!"

"From your mouth to God's ear!", I replied with a bitter laugh. That seemed vastly unlikely given my current status at school (lower than whale shit!) and permanent grounding.

Christy laughed and sat up. "I'll bet I can take care of that for you." Mom looked at her curiously but didn't say anything to make her stop, so Christy pulled her suit back on and went back over to her house. I looked at Mom, who simply shrugged and looked mystified.

Christy returned about ten minutes later. "Ladies, the drought is about to break. Put your swimsuits back on. You don't want to let the guys think you're easy!"

"Guys?", asked Mom.

"We have reinforcements on the way. We should probably break out some beer and ice." She started heading for our kitchen.

Mom and I scrambled to our feet. We hadn't bothered with swimsuits at all, so once inside we hurried upstairs and grabbed a couple of bikinis and came back down. Christy had found a big galvanized tub in the garage and was dumping a bag of ice from the freezer into it. Mom pulled a case of beer out of the pantry. "So, what's going on?", I asked.

"I think Christy has invited a few guys over for a pool party.", replied Mom, looking at our neighbor.

Christy nodded as she put the beer cans into the ice. "Come on, give me a hand!" She grinned and continued. "I got in touch with the Reynolds boys and told them to come over and bring some friends from our little group. They promised to see what they could do." She opened the back door for us. "Well, come on!" Mom and I grabbed the tub and struggled with it out the door and down the stairs.

After we set it down, we ran back in and put our suits on. Mom and I had string bikinis on and Christy had a little thong type suit. The three of us all cracked open a beer.

"What do these guys do that they can take off in the middle of the afternoon?", I asked nobody in particular.

"Uh, the way I've heard it,", Mom said, "the Reynolds boys are involved in the recreational pharmaceutical industry."

"Recreational pharmaceuticals?", I asked, not understanding.

In response, Christy used a forefinger to close one nostril and snorted loud and long, miming doing coke.

My eyes widened and I gaped at them. "Are you shitting me?!"

"Hey, it's what I've heard. I don't do it and your dad doesn't do it and we don't allow it in the house, but it's what I've been told by some people who do."

Christy nodded in agreement and shrugged. "Don't ask, don't tell."

I didn't know what to say. I mean, okay, so I smoke some pot, but who doesn't, but coke!? That's like so expensive and dangerous! It would explain the glassy eyes of their girlfriend whenever I saw her.

No more than fifteen minutes later we heard voices in the McNabb's backyard. "Over here!", she yelled over the fence. "There's a gate at the back!"

A minute later the Reynolds boys came through the gate, followed by another four young men. They all looked like they were in their early twenties and were wearing swim trunks or jams and carrying towels. "We heard there was a pool party going on.", said one of the Reynolds. I have never been able to remember their names, or even tell them apart. Suddenly I didn't care how they got their spending money!

Christy smiled and walked over to him, all slinky and slutty. "Would you like a beer?"

The other Reynolds smiled and took it from her. "Sure thing, Christy. Thanks for inviting us." He introduced the others, and I forget their names as well. One of them was a cousin, and the others had all been to various parties before; though I hadn't met them, Mom and Christy had. Everybody had a beer, and several of the guys jumped in the pool to cool off, then climbed out and joined us.

I had expected Christy to start things, but it was Mom who handed a bottle of suntan oil to one of the guys and asked him to oil her back. "Sure thing!", he replied. Within another couple of minutes we were all laying down on our stomachs being oiled up.

I took it the next step, by untying my bikini top and pulling it out from under me. A voice behind me commented, "I'd hate to get oil on anything special.", and then I felt the strings at my hips go, and I was naked. I glanced over to my left, at Christy, and saw that she was totally naked and lying on her back; two guys were oiling her all over, her eyes were shut as they oiled her tits and pussy. I turned my head to the right and found Mom still on her stomach, also nude and oily, with one of the Reynolds' boys straddling her thighs. He was naked and fisting oil all over his stiff cock, and preparing to push into her from behind. She was ready to start sucking the cock that was dangling in front of her.

I looked up to see who was in front of me, and saw the very kind eyes of a Latino looking guy with an erection in his trunks. I propped myself up on one arm and reached up and pulled the front of his trunks down. He helped by pushing them down his hips and his cock sprang into view. It was fairly average in length and thickness, but it was stiff and ready and looked really, really, good! He pushed his suit completely off and then sat down on the grass in front of me so his crotch was in my face, with his cock pointing at me. I moved forward and put my lips around it and began licking and sucking.

I glanced over at my mother and found that she was sucking a cock as well, but that the fellow straddling her legs wasn't fucking her pussy, but had stuck his cock into her asshole. She was moaning as he began driving into her, really reaming her asshole as he pounded her. "Fuck my ass, hard!", she demanded, pulling her mouth off the cock she was sucking, then dove back for some more.

I felt somebody behind me trying to position himself, so I raised my hips up and slid my legs apart. That proved a pretty good idea — a nice cock started slipping into my pussy. It was a really nice and big cock, and it pushed so far in that I thought it was about to butt up against the one in my mouth! I pulled away from the guy I was sucking and glanced over my shoulder to see a big black guy fucking me. Then I looked over at Christy. She was still on her back, and the Reynolds' cousin was kneeling between her legs. He had his hands on her ankles, holding them up high in the air, spread wide, and she was facing sideways, playing with and sucking on a cock.

The Latino guy in front of me gently but firmly twisted my head back. He wanted me to keep sucking! That seemed like a pretty good idea, too, so I sucked him in while the black guy pounded me doggy style. I was creaming like crazy, it felt so good, and came big time when the guy in front unloaded into my mouth. I pumped him dry just in time to look over at Mom and see one of the Reynolds unload in her mouth while the other one shuddered, muttering, "Unhh, unhh, unhh...", as he came up her ass. He sagged back and pulled out as he called out, "She needs more cock guys!" Then he jumped up and jumped in the pool.

The guy Christy was giving head to stood and moved over to Mom, who was resting on her beach towel, breathing hard. The cousin who Christy had been sucking oiled up his stiff dick and began to fuck Mom's ass. She began moaning, loud! "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Christy was shaking as she was pounded, and I could feel the black guy come in me. The guys started playing musical pussies as they started shifting around, jumping into the pool to clean off and then climbing back out for another go. By the time they left, around the late afternoon, the beer was gone and we had all been fucked every way possible, 'six ways from Sunday' as Daddy would say. We were still laying around the pool, naked with drying come on us, when he came home and found us.

"What in the world?"

"Hi, honey. You missed quite the little party.", said Mom with a lazy smile.

"Sort of an afternoon tea, but without any tea.", agreed Christy.

"A tea?", he asked, eyeing the empty beer cans.

"Daddy, we've been very, very naughty, and we need a good spanking!", I added. I crawled to my feet and jumped into the pool, rubbing the come off my tits and washing out my hair. Mom and Christy jumped in after me.

Christy climbed out first, grabbing her swimsuit and padding naked back to her house, leaving the beer cans to be cleaned up by us. She waved as she closed the gate behind us. Daddy waved back, then turned to stare at us, a half smile on his face. Mom and I climbed out as well, then we began to clean up. Daddy turned and walked into the house, snorting in derision.

Mom and I put on some beach cover-ups that didn't really cover anything up. We told Daddy what had happened that afternoon, and then we both gave him blowjobs after dinner. I was still grounded, but it felt good to start getting back to normal.



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Chapter 9

Graduation was three weeks to the day after the disaster the prom turned out to be. By then, while I was still in jail, it was more like house arrest than death row in supermax. Daddy was over the grumpies and Mom had taken me out shopping for summer clothes and goof off time.

School had gotten better. One of the guys arrested at my party had a lawyer for a father who got the charges thrown out on the twits, so they were back in school. The funniest thing that happened occurred the last day of school. Bobby found Jackie Fortier rubbing up against Billy Taubins, one of the jailbirds, in the cafeteria before school, and when he protested, she laughed and called him a needle-dick. Well, it's not like I didn't warn her! Bobby and Billy started going at it and Bobby got the shit kicked out of him. He ended up with a pair of black eyes and a broken nose. I really wanted to laugh my ass off, for sure!

Life is not fair. I ended up almost expelled for slapping Bobby and these two nimrods didn't even get nothing! I think the principal was just so sick and tired of it all, she simply ordered them sent home.

Graduation was Saturday morning at eleven and it was over by one. I wasn't the only one to laugh when Bobby walked across the stage to pick up his diploma with two grotesque black eyes and a giant bandage over his nose. Afterwards Daddy and Mom and Mom's entire family took pictures of me outside the school (graduation is held in the gym, with a portable stage across one end) and then we drove home. I should explain — only Mom's family showed up. Daddy left home (ran away, I think) from East Asshole, West-By-God-Virginia when he was a kid. Somehow he made his way here, got a GED, and got into State, which is where he met Mom. Mom, on the other hand, is from this big Italian family. She's the baby girl, with five older brothers, and NaNa and PaPa still have these awful accents from when they came here right after World War II.

We got back over to the house, with Daddy leading the way and the rest of the family in a convoy behind us and as we pulled up to the house, I saw this car sitting on the newly repaired lawn. I looked at it as I got out. It was a bright yellow 'Stang, a convertible, and then I saw this big bow perched on the antenna. My mouth just dropped open as I stared, then I got jolted back to reality by the sound of my mother laughing. I turned to look at her to see her smiling, an arm wrapped around Daddy, nodding. I ran to the car and yanked the door open, then jumped in and looked around. It was gorgeous! I looked back at my parents and laughing family to see Daddy dangling a set of car keys from his fingers.

I hopped back out and ran over. "Daddy! Mom!" I hugged them both and caught the keys he flipped to me. Then I grabbed my mortarboard from my cousin Nico, who was wearing it proudly. Nico is only six, and he started to protest. "I'll give it back, Nico!" I pried my tassel off and set the mortarboard back on his head, where he clamped his hands down to hold it in place. I ran off to the car and put the tassel on the rear view mirror. "I'll be back."

"Amber! Your party!?", cried Mom.

"Don't mess up my lawn!", bellowed Daddy.

I gunned the engine loudly, then drove off the lawn as sedately as I could. Okay, so I didn't exactly come to a stop at the end of the driveway; in fact, it's probably a good thing the cops were busy elsewhere that day. I made it to Becky's just as she and her family was getting home. I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the car and we roared off. "We'll be back!", I yelled.

I drove over to Hailey's and grabbed her as well. She was actually sitting up on the top of the back seat, her feet on the seat, waving her arms in the breeze as we pulled back into my driveway. She screamed in delight, then climbed over the side without opening the door. Mom hugged and kissed both hers and Becky's cheeks, then pointed them towards the food. I followed and we each grabbed some chips and a soda. Fifteen minutes later we were gone again, back to Becky's.

Once at Becky's we parked and climbed out. Her mom greeted us both, as did her father, and we wandered around to the back yard. She had ducked out on her party, too, and her aunt on her mother's side gave her a good-natured chewing out about leaving guests, yada, yada, yada. I tuned it out and wandered around, then saw this really cute young guy at the snack table. I sauntered over, with him watching me, and smiled. "Hey there, who are you, cutie?"

The young man blushed redly. He was several years younger than Becky and me, a tall and gangly boy with a thick mop of dark and curly hair, rather slim. He looked around fourteen or fifteen. He looked all elbows and legs, but was at least six foot tall, with dimples and was very cute. I am a real sucker for dimples. (Daddy has dimples!) "Uh, Jimmy, Jimmy Reynolds.", he stammered.

I batted my eyes at him and smiled. "And how did you get invited?"

"I'm Becky's cousin. My dad and her father, well, Becky's dad, he left..."

I held up my hands and warded him off. "I get the picture.", I replied with a laugh. "How long are you going to be in town?" I winked at him and he blushed again.

"Uh, all week. It's a vacation, sort of."

"Well, I just know I'm going to see you again. You are just too cute!" I turned away and wiggled my butt at him, then ran off to find Becky. I could hear him calling after me for my name, but I just kept going.

Becky, Hailey and I drove over to Hailey's house next, where we had some more snacks, though Hailey's mom snagged her and kept her from leaving. The woman is such a pill! Becky and I drove back to my house. On the way, I got the lowdown on her cousin. He had just turned fifteen and the family was visiting from Chicago for the entire week. Like, since when did Phoenix become a tourist spot? I don't see Disney here, do you? "Why do you want to know about my cousin?", she asked.

"He's cute!"

"He's a dork!"

"Dork to you, cute to me! I love those dimples."

Becky snorted. "You really need to get your head out of your ass! He's fifteen, for Christ's sake!"

"Yeah, but look how tall he is. Aren't you curious if anything else is nice and big, too?" I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Oh my God, you really are diseased! You need to get laid! What, nobody in your own species available?"

I didn't mention the gangbang I had enjoyed with Mom the previous week. I was becoming a real sex addict. "Think of it, I could become a great teacher. Haven't you ever wanted to take somebody and teach them how to be a great lover. My God, think of the possibilities!"

"Aaackkkk!" Becky covered her face with her hands and screamed. I teased her some more, and then we pulled into our driveway. I didn't think any more of it, and we spent the rest of the day running around to various friends' houses and crashing parties. Several crashed ours as well, not always while we were there, and Mom just smiled and loaded them up with food and soda.

I didn't think about Becky's cousin again for almost a week. By the end of the week I was incredibly bored and incredibly horny. I wasn't going to start working for the summer until the following week. Nobody was around.

My parents were away. Daddy and Mister Baker had some sort of conference or business meeting in Tucson Thursday and Friday, and Mom and Amanda and gone with them. I know Mom had packed several dresses and skirts and tops, and high heels, and the only thing resembling underwear was a string bikini. I am sure that Amanda Baker had packed the same way, and my parents and the Bakers planned on doing some swinging and swapping over the weekend.

I couldn't even go over to the McNabbs. Christy had invited me over several times for a threesome with her and her husband, but they were at some adults only resort in the Caribbean fucking their brains out for a week.

The phone rang and I grabbed it. "Hello?"

"Amber, what are you up to?" It was Becky.

"Jack shit! What are you up to?"

"The same. Mind if I come over?"

"Come over. We can go swimming."

"Fifteen minutes."

I wandered up to my bedroom and pulled on a bikini. While I planned to sun myself naked, I always would start with a swimsuit, then shed it after Becky got comfortable. She usually would tan topless, but not bare, though she never complained when I stripped down. I was actually kind of glad I suited up, since when I answered the knock on the door, Becky had her cousin Jimmy with her. She rolled her eyes at me as she came in. "Mom and Aunt Vicky are out shopping and I got stuck baby-sitting Dork-O here."

"Fuck you, too, Becky!", said Jimmy without any heat.

I looked curiously at them as they came inside. "Okay, so it's not exactly babysitting.", my buddy admitted. "Mom and Aunt Vicky went out and I got assigned to keep Jimmy company, and we can do that in your pool as well as home. You mind?"

"Now is a great time to ask!" I turned and led them through the house and into the kitchen. I stopped and grabbed three beers from the refrigerator, then went on and out to the back yard. I handed Jimmy and Becky a beer and twisted the cap off my own. Jimmy stared at me and the bottle — I don't think he'd ever had a beer before, at least not one he and his buddies hadn't snuck from somewhere. He twisted off the cap and sipped at it gingerly. "It ain't poison!", I commented to him, and took a big swig myself. He gave a sweet and boyish grin and imitated me, then belched loudly and blushed. Becky groaned and I laughed.

I pulled off my cover-up and finished off my beer. Jimmy stared at me. I was wearing a very small and sheer blue bikini, with string ties at the sides of the bottoms. I finished my beer and jumped in the pool, followed by Becky. Jimmy drank his beer and watched us fool around, then joined us. He was very self-conscious being around us. Becky's bikini wasn't all that much bigger than mine.

All good things come to an end — Becky's cell phone started ringing. She climbed out of the pool and went to her bag, but the call had ended by then. She looked at the display. "It's my mother.", she said, then hit the button to return the call. I didn't pay any attention, though Jimmy watched her. The next thing I knew, she dropped the phone on her bag and came back to the pool. "Shit, we got to go!"

"What?! Why?", I asked.

"Mom's car broke down. We have to go rescue her and my aunt. Come on Jimmy."

Jimmy looked sad to be leaving. It was a hot day and the water felt great. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in my head! "Hey, Jimmy can stay. I'll drop him off at your house later.", I said.

"Are you sure?", she asked suspiciously.

"Sure, I'm sure."

Jimmy grinned. "Come on, Becky, give me a break!"

Becky shrugged. "Okay, but no more beers. Our moms would kill us both!"

"I'll take care of Jimmy just fine."

Becky eyed me curiously at that, then shrugged again. She pulled her shorts and top on over her swimsuit, grabbed her bag and took off.

I waited until I heard her car engine start up before doing anything. Then I skinned myself out of the pool and sat at the edge, my legs dangling in the water, facing Jimmy. I spread my legs innocently and he just stared. Oh, didn't I mention? When my suit gets wet it becomes transparent! He hadn't noticed it before, because I was still underwater, but now he noticed! "I think I want to tan for a while."

"Uh, okay..." Jimmy trailed off. He didn't know whether to stare at my nipples or my shaved pussy, and both were pretty obvious.

I walked over to the grass and spread a beach towel out. "Could you oil my back? I can't reach.", I said. I felt like I was taking candy from a baby. Or maybe offering candy to a baby!

Jimmy levitated out of the pool and came over to me. He was already half hard, and fifteen or not, he looked to be filling his shorts! I lay down on my towel and handed him the tube of suntan lotion and he just sort of stared at me. I smiled. "Here, let me help." I reached behind me and undid the strings at my neck and behind my back. "I don't want any lotion on my top." I lay there topless and waited for him to do something. I knew he didn't have clue one, and torturing him was simply delicious!

After another minute or so, he squirted some lotion on my back and started rubbing it in with one finger. "I won't break, Jimmy.", I commented, at which he slowly started to use a few more fingers, and then his other hand as well. I let him oil up my back and give me a massage, then I reached down and untied my bikini bottom. "My legs, too, please." I was laying face down and naked. He started oiling my legs, though he avoided my ass like it was radioactive.

Well, everybody is a virgin once. If Jimmy was nervous, it was my obvious duty to help him out. I glanced over at him and realized he had a woody packed in his swim trunks that any man would be jealous of. Fifteen or not, he was packing some serious heat! Time to be direct! I rolled over suddenly, before he could react. He stared as he saw my tits and pussy for the first time. I simply reached out and pulled his trunks down before he had a chance to protest.

"Wow!" Jimmy was about nine inches long! He was fucking huge! I reached out and touched him and he jerked away slightly, but then I gently wrapped my hand around his cock and started fisting him. Jimmy groaned, and a bead of come formed on his cockhead. I opened my mouth and moved closer, taking his head between my lips and he came almost immediately. I swallowed it down.

"Oh shit!", he cried. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jimmy looked incredibly nervous, like he was about to cry.

I reached up and cupped his face with my hand. "It's okay, Jimmy. I wanted to. Did you like that?"

Suddenly a wild gleam came to his eyes. "Yeah!"

"Ever done this before?" Jimmy blushed and shook his head. Excellent, fresh meat! Well, sort of - isn't that what guys say? "Lie down." I pushed him back onto the beach towel until he was laying flat on his back, his swimsuit still around mid-thigh, then pulled it off completely. Now we were both totally naked. I reached down and ran a finger along the length of his limp prick and it started filling up again. "Now Jimmy, don't get nervous. You haven't done anything wrong. I just think you are incredibly cute and sexy and you make me very, very horny." I fisted him to full erection. "I am going to screw you until you can't screw any more!"

Jimmy laughed when I said that. He was stiff, so I swung a leg over his torso and sat down, with his cock up my pussy, straddling him. I adjusted my position and started riding that big fat cock. It felt great. Jimmy still didn't have all that much control, and it was his first real fuck, but he lasted long enough for me to get off once before his back arched and he groaned and his cock blasted my pussy with a load of come.

I sank down onto his chest and kissed him thoroughly. I wasn't the first girl he had ever kissed! He gave me a nice and professional kiss! We rolled onto our sides and Jimmy brought a hand up to cup one of my tits. I sighed happily and he lowered his face to lick and kiss my nipples. By then I knew that although he might have been a virgin, he wasn't a total innocent. Whoever had taught him to kiss had also taught him how to suck on tits and fingerfuck. I was in heaven. He rubbed my cummy pussy and clit, so I reached between us to jack him erect again. Jimmy had the best recuperative powers! It was only a few minutes before he was stiff again, and we played with each other about fifteen minutes before I rolled onto my back. I guided him into position and he gave me a long and hard fuck! I stopped counting the times I came before he groaned and blasted me again.

It was getting late enough that I figured it was time I had to return Jimmy to his owners. We rested out on the blanket, then I rolled to face him. "Jimmy, dear, we have to get cleaned up and get you home."

Jimmy's eyes snapped open at the mention of the real world, and he looked around sort of guiltily. I don't think he had really noticed before that we were screwing our brains out outdoors. He started scrabbling for clothing, but I stopped him.

"Calm down. We're going to go in and take a shower, then you can get dressed and I'll put some clothes on and drive you back, all right?" I leaned over and kissed him gently and smiled.

"Okay.", he agreed, sheepishly.

We grabbed our swimsuits and the towels and went inside, Jimmy following me as I headed through the kitchen and up the stairs. I tossed my suit in the hamper and took his trunks and hung them and his shirt off the hook on the back of the bathroom door. He watched me curiously as I turned the shower on. "Uhhh..."

I grabbed his hand and stepped into the shower. "Come on, we can save time and water." He grinned maniacally and stepped in after me. We didn't really save either. Once we were clean, he had a stiff prick again, so I showed him a new position. Turning my back to him, I spread my legs and said, "Put it in." Jimmy looked confused, so I explained, "My pussy, put it in my pussy, from behind."

"From the back?"

"Don't worry, just try it." I reached down between my legs and guided him in. His big cock went in smoothly and I felt him rubbing up against my ass. "Now, fuck me!", I ordered. He pounded me from behind. By the time we were done, the water was cooling.

We toweled off and I went into my bedroom to change. I pulled on a thong and some lowrider jeans and a halter top, then slipped into some nice high heeled sandals. After I dropped Jimmy off, I planned to head over to Hailey's and get her to go shopping. We drove over to Becky's and I parked on the street, rather than in their driveway; I didn't want his family to see when I gave him a long and hot kiss! He left looking a little stunned, and I drove off with a big smile on my face.



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Chapter 10

"You know, it wouldn't have killed you to do a load of wash or two.", commented Mom. We were down in the laundry room and she was sorting through some laundry. They were back from Tucson and Daddy had gone upstairs to take a nap. It was a little after two in the afternoon, and when I asked Mom if Daddy was looking for some fun, she had just laughed. "You father needs a nap-type nap. Right now he is nothing but a dried out shell of a man!"

I was sitting on the dryer, dressed in running shorts and a tank top. Mom was wearing old sweat pants and a t-shirt. We were both barefoot. "Mom, were you naughty this weekend?", I teased.

Mom laughed. "Honey, I was naughty when I left. It just went downhill from there!"

"So what did you and the Bakers do? Get two rooms and flip to see who stayed with who?"

"No, nothing like that. We got a very nice suite with a couple of rooms." I must have looked confused, since she continued. "It's basically like a small apartment. We had a small living room and two bedrooms and a couple of bathrooms. We could sleep as two couples or as a foursome if we wanted.", she explained.

"And you... ?" I quizzed.

"Let's just say that regardless of whether we were in two bedrooms or together in the living room, Amanda and I didn't let the guys get much sleep at all!"

I giggled and motioned her to continue. Tucson is only a couple of hours away, and on a lot of their business trips, Daddy and Mister Baker just drive down for the day. Instead they left Thursday morning early.

Mom shrugged. "Well, the guys dropped us and the luggage off at the hotel and Amanda and I checked us in and took care of things while they went off to their meeting. We just goofed off all day around the pool until the guys got back in the late afternoon." I wondered if they had played with each other; both Mom and Amanda enjoyed fooling around with other women. "So later we got dressed and Daddy and Roger took us out to dinner." I remember watching Mom pack — no panties or bras, except for her little bikini! "Then we went back to the room."

"And?", I pressed.

"And we let the guys undress us and we had a little party in the sitting room." She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Roger and your father were very tired when they went to their meeting the next day. Very tired!"

"And afterwards?"

"Do I really need to spell it out, honey? We didn't wear a lot of clothing and didn't keep track of who or what we were doing."

"And Daddy is worn out?"

"Your father needs a vacation from his vacation!" She started folding some clothes. "Ready for work tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Excited?"

"Yes."

"Scared?" She gave me a knowing smile at this.

I shrugged and smiled. "A little." I have to explain this. I'm starting at State in the fall, working on a degree in Communications. Ever since I was a little kid, I've wanted to work at a TV station, and I had managed (okay, Daddy had managed) to wrangle me a job as a summer intern at a station downtown. I started Monday.

Mom smiled back. "You'll be fine. Besides, why take four years of classes just to find out you don't like it? Need any more clothes or anything?"

"Is that an offer to go shopping?", I asked hopefully.

"Sounds like a plan to me. Let's get changed and get out before your father wakes up."

"Yeah, what if he wakes up and wants one of his regular naps?", I asked with a laugh.

Mom simply wrapped her fingers around an imaginary cock and made a few jerking motions.

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When I was a kid, I loved watching reruns of The Mary Tyler Moore show, where Mary Richards worked at a television station and the station director was gruff but lovable Lou Grant and the anchor was good looking but stupid Ted Baxter. That, probably more than anything else, was why I wanted to work in a real TV station. When I got older I realized it was just another dumbass sitcom, but I still liked the idea of working at a TV station.

It took me about two seconds to realize that reality was totally different than Mary Richards' little world, but only about another two seconds to realize I still liked it. The station manager who greeted me wasn't gruff but lovable, just busy, who immediately dumped me on his assistant manager, who was gruff, and if not lovable, certainly likeable and well respected. He basically laid out the hierarchy of the station and my position in it.

I was lower than whale shit at the bottom of the ocean.

This, however, was not a totally bad location. There did exist a lower rung on the ladder. During the summer, interns like myself were paid minimum wage. During the spring and fall semesters, interns worked for free. They were lower than whale shit at the bottom of the Marianas Trench!

Let's face it, at 18 with no known job skills and no degrees, I wasn't expecting much else. My job was simply to get a lot of coffee and doughnuts, file endless supplies of paper, and gofer and chauffeur as needed. I loved it! The regular secretaries and clerk types had a routine already figured out, where endless crap got dumped on me, but they kept control of the most critical stuff, so I was kept busy doing the things that everybody needed doing but just never quite made it to the top of their 'must do' lists.

There really is something about being able to watch the news from off camera and know that the anchorman is wearing Nikes with his suit, or stifling a laugh as somebody cues up the wrong commercial for the third time running. I think I found the news department the most interesting, and quickly got farmed out to them as a gofer. They had their own studios, which are surprisingly small, and I ended up running around all the time with a clipboard taking notes down about what they wanted me to do. I have no doubt that half of them were laughing their asses off at me, but hey, at least I was getting paid for the privilege! Imagine the poor assholes getting laughed at who were doing it for free!

I worked from 8:00 AM to 5:00 PM, Monday through Friday. It was so cool to see the faces I saw on the television wandering around. They definitely looked different without the lighting and makeup. Marina Ramos, for instance, is absolutely tiny! She's only five-one or five-two without heels, stacked beyond belief, and rather pale without makeup. I think she has to wear some sort of corset to keep her tits under control.

We met the same day I started working in the news department. Of course I knew who she was, and not just because I saw her at the party at the Baker house. She was a real rising star in the news department and the station had done a big ad campaign based around her when she came on board six months ago. She saw me in a hallway and did a double take, then gave me a closer look later on that day as well. I could tell her curiosity was killing her. I managed to spend a few minutes at the water cooler when she passed by and smiled.

"Excuse me.", she said softly, approaching me. "You have the most familiar face. Have we met?"

"Hi, Miss Ramos!", I answered brightly. She really was a big deal, and very nice. "I don't think so. Uh, maybe we met at a party." What was I going to say? I saw you fucking at an orgy, while a blonde gave your date, the assistant news director, a hummer? Discretion is important!

"A party? I don't know..." She eyed me coldly and curiously.

"Well, maybe not, but I thought I saw somebody like you at Roger and Amanda Baker's about a month ago. I'm probably wrong, though." There, that gave her an out if she didn't want to admit to it.

Instead, her eyes widened and a smile creased her face. "Really, the Bakers, hmmm... You know the Bakers?"

"Oh, I've known them for years. I just started going to their parties recently."

"They have some fun parties, don't they?", she grinned.

I nodded and smiled. "Yeah!"

"You'll have to come over to my place sometime so we can talk some more.", she replied, with a wink, then went on her way. I wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't sound bad.

I found out a few days later. Thursday she invited me over to dinner on Friday. I accepted with a good deal of curiosity and horniness. I hadn't had any since my afternoon with Becky's cousin and was definitely feeling needy.

Friday I went home first, to change. While I wasn't completely sure I was going to have sex that night, it seemed pretty likely. Marina wouldn't leave the station until after the 6:00 broadcast, at 6:30. I had time to go home and change, then meet her at her apartment. She gave me the address before I left.

"How was work, honey?", asked Mom when I came in the door.

"The same. One of the drivers was out today, so I got to drive a camera crew around this morning.", I announced. It had been pretty cool, even if I just drove around a van.

"Sounds like fun. Want anything special for dinner?", she asked.

"Sorry. I forgot to tell you, I'm going out tonight."

"Ohh? Who with?"

"Marina Ramos invited me over for dinner."

Mom stopped and looked at me curiously. "Marina Ramos? The TV news anchor Marina Ramos?" I nodded, and she continued, "Really? What, you moving up in the world?"

"No, she and I got to talking one day and she recognized me from the party over at the Blake's."

Mom's eyes opened wide. "Oh, really!? That's right, she and her boyfriend were at that party, weren't they?" Her eyebrows arched and a sly smile came across her face. "So maybe it's not just dinner..."

"I sort of got that impression.", I admitted. "Maybe you and Daddy can do something special tonight. I think I might be coming home late." I headed for the stairs. "I need to shower and change. What should I wear?" Mom followed me up the stairs.

My timetable was to quickly shower and change, then buzz out again. I had gotten home at 5:30, and in order to get to Marina's by 7:00, I had to leave the house by 6:30. It only took me twenty minutes to shower and touch up my shaving, then I wrapped a towel around myself and wandered down to my bedroom. Mom had suggested some nice and tight dress slacks and a halter top, and some summer high heel sandals. I pulled the slacks on bareback, then grabbed the halter and wandered down to my parent's bedroom.

Mom had agreed with my thinking about doing something special. She had showered as well, and I was curious what she was going to wear. She was naked and kneeling on the floor in front of her dresser, going through the back of the bottom drawer. She tossed several small items onto the bed, then stood up. "I'll bet you didn't know I had some of these things." She held up what looked to be a tiny black skirt and sheer teddy.

"No, what is it?", I asked.

She shook out the wrinkles and slipped the teddy over her head. It was actually an open cup corset of sorts, black and transparent, with her tits supported and displayed like on a platter. It barely came down below her belly button, and had several long garters hanging from it. She pulled some black fishnets out of a drawer, and put them on next, attaching them to the garters. Next was the tiny little black skirt, which didn't even come down low enough to cover the tops of her stockings. She had to root through the drawer for the last pieces, a tiny elastic see-through white crop top and a lacy white apron. She slipped on some black stiletto heels and pirouetted in front of me. "Oui, oui, messieur? May I help?", she asked with a corny French accent.

"Cool! You are going to have to show me some of your stuff!", I gushed. "How are you going to cook in that?"

Mom laughed. "Amber, all I need to do is serve your father a few drinks in this. He won't give a damn about what's for dinner!"

"No shit!", I agreed, before I thought about my language. Mom didn't say anything, so it must be a 'bedroom' situation.

"If he gets hungry, I'll just have him cook while I change into something else. That will last me through dessert, and by then we won't care."

I nodded in understanding. I glanced at my watch. "Got to go. Have fun!" I scampered out and left Mom to plan her assault on Daddy.

I actually got to Marina's apartment before she did. I had parked in the parking garage downtown and been buzzed into the lobby of her building, where an elaborately uniformed bellman said she wasn't home yet. I sat down on a couch in the lobby to wait, and about two minutes later Marina breezed in. "Sorry, sorry! Traffic was awful! Somebody ought to do a news piece on it some day!" I laughed with her at that, and she ushered me into the elevator. She gave me a one-armed hug, which lingered just long enough to let me know it was more than just 'Hello!' and waved a large grocery bag at me. "I hope you like salad. I was planning on something simple."

"No, salad's good. Do you do anything special with it?", I asked.

She handed me the bag and rooted through her pocketbook for the key, then let us into her apartment. It was nice. Very nice! As in, it might have been bigger than my house nice! The living room was definitely larger than ours, and had a complete floor to ceiling and wall to wall picture window looking out over the downtown skyline. Well, except for the sliding glass doors that went out onto the balcony. Ever watched those TV shows where the rich people live in penthouse apartments? This place made those look cheap and tacky. "Wow!", I exclaimed.

"It's pretty nice.", she agreed. She came up behind me and put her hands on my hips and looked out with me. Again, she lingered long enough to be more than just friendly. "Hungry?", she asked.

"Yeah, actually.", I admitted.

She led me back to the kitchen. The kitchen was like the rest of the place, bigger than what we had in our very nice house. It had this huge stainless steel refrigerator, a stove and range that looked like something out of a restaurant, a wine rack and special wine refrigerator. It looked like something out of House and Garden magazine. She must have caught me staring. "Don't be all that impressed. I can't boil water. Whenever I have a dinner or party, I always end up having it catered."

"Always?", I asked. You wouldn't want a waiter at some of those parties, I imagined.

She caught right on. Grinning, she replied, "Well, maybe not every party. Some I simply have them bring in the food and booze. Lots of booze! Speaking of which, care for a drink?" She pulled a pair of wineglasses from an upside down rack by the wine refrigerator.

"Sure."

"Any preference?" She waved towards the wine rack and refrigerator.

I waved my hands in despair. "I know nothing about wine beyond red with meat and white with chicken and fish."

Marina laughed and nodded. "Don't worry. Even that isn't cast in stone." She reached into the refrigerator and pulled up a bottle of a pale wine. "Let's try a nice Chardonnay. We can try something else later, maybe." I shrugged pleasantly and offered to help. She handed me the bottle, the glasses, and a corkscrew.

"This I can handle.", I said.

"Would you mind opening that up? I'd like to clean up and change into something more comfortable." I smiled and nodded, and Marina wandered off towards where I gathered the bedrooms were. "Bring me a glass in a few minutes. Please."

I managed to open the bottle of wine and pour a couple of glasses, then I pulled the groceries from the bag Marina had brought. It was basically vegetables, along with a carton of milk, so I put the milk in the refrigerator and took the wineglasses and wandered. I found Marina drying off in the second bedroom, a rather large room with a humongous bed. She was naked in her bathroom, toweling off. I cleared my throat to let her know I was around, and she looked at me and smiled. She came over, still naked, and took one of the wineglasses. She was absolutely gorgeous, with mid-back length dark, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, big pouty lips, and a perky little nose. And, oh yeah, huge tits with huge nipples, tiny waist, and great legs. And her butt? If I were to die and go to heaven, I'd get that butt!

Marina took the glass and went into the giant closet and returned with a pair of cream colored silk trousers and a matching jacket. When she put it on I realized it was a sheer lounging pajama set, the sort you see in Victoria's Secret's catalogs. It was opaque but you could still tell she was naked beneath, loose enough to flow and drape, but tight enough her nipples were obvious. Marina slipped into a pair of matching heels and we went back out to the kitchen.

"Thank you for putting away the milk. I forgot all about it!" She opened up the fridge and pulled out a couple of eggs. She handed them to me and started pulling the plastic wrap off the lettuce she had bought. "Can you peel these? Thanks!"

I opened up a napkin and cracked the hardboiled eggs on it, then peeled them... Between the two of us we made a chef's salad with lettuce, tomatoes, cukes, eggs, some cheese and ham, and even a few onion slices, which I hate but she liked. Marina pulled some Italian dressing from the fridge and we sat down at the kitchen table and had a very nice salad and some wine. It would have been very enjoyable even if we weren't going to have sex later!

"So, have you known the Bakers long?", asked Marina.

"It seems like forever. Roger and my father are partners.", I explained.

"You're one of the Campbells in Baker and Campbell?", she asked in surprise.

I didn't know we were that big a deal! I shrugged. "I guess. There's only three of us, Mom, Dad, and myself. If there's any more hanging around, nobody ever told me."

She waved that off. "So, how did you get invited to that party? I wouldn't have thought you'd end up on the list, so to speak."

I just rolled my eyes. "God, there's a long story!", I explained. "I wasn't! I just managed to stumble into one by accident, and everyone assumed I was supposed to be there, and the next thing I knew, I was naked in a gangbang!"

She smiled. "And... ?"

"And I loved it! The next time, I made sure I got invited. What about you? How did you get into, what do they call it, the lifestyle?"

It was Marina's turn to laugh and roll her eyes. "I've been swinging for ages. I guess I was about your age... What are you, 18, 19?"

"18."

She continued with a nod, "Same age as me then, 18. Anyway, it was in college, and I was running with a pretty loose crowd and my roommate was real crazy and we used to go to some pretty wild parties. Lots of booze and dope and sex. I wasn't much on the dope, but I liked the booze and sex. I guess a lot of kids do that in college, at least until the novelty wears off or they want to grow up or something, but I got a real taste for it, I guess."

"Where'd you go to school?" This didn't sound like something you'd find in some Mexican university. Weren't they all real conservative?

"UCLA."

"UCLA!?", I gasped, shocked. "You went to UCLA?"

"Sure. Where'd you think I went, the University of West Bumfuck Guadalajara?", she asked with a laugh.

"Well..." That's exactly where I thought she had gone to school. She was Mexican or something, that was part of the station's big ad campaign when they hired her.

"Amber, I'm from Bakersfield." She was laughing so hard the tears were rolling out of her eyes.

"Bakersfield! Califorina?"

She laughed and nodded. "My great-grandparents moved there from Mexico in 1910. My parents own the biggest dry cleaning operation in the county."

"So all that stuff about being Hispanic and speaking Spanish..."

She shrugged and smiled. "It's all true. I am Hispanic and do speak Spanish. I also speak French, though I don't think we have an awful lot of French speakers to the south of us. It's all marketing and advertising, Amber! They tell you just enough truth and imply an awful lot more. I'm as American as you are. I just look exotic."

I shook my head as she laughed. Marina poured the last of the wine in our glasses, then pulled a second bottle from the wine refrigerator. She led me back into the living room, where we sat down on the couch. We talked some more about her background (major in broadcast journalism) and she scooted over next to me, so close we were touching. When I set my empty glass down, Marina slipped an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. Enough small talk!



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Chapter 11

I murmured happily as she caressed my shoulders. Next I felt her fingers moving behind my neck, and the knot holding the top of my halter came loose, and the halter top slipped down over my tits. She began to lick and nibble my neck as she began touching my tits and playing with my nipples. God, but I needed that! I turned towards her and returned the kisses and began undoing the buttons on her pajama top. Her gigantic tits needed my fingers on them!

It was Marina's turn to moan! Her moans got louder when I lowered my face and began sucking those gorgeous jugs. I kept unbuttoning her top, then kept my fingers moving lower, to undo the drawstring at her waist and slip my hand inside her pajama bottoms. She was shaved smooth like me, except for a little wispy tuft of hair at the top of her slit. I barely noticed that and began to finger her clit while I switched back and forth between her nipples. She cooperated with me, drawing me closer and rolling so that we were laying on the couch, and got my top completely off and my pants unzipped. Eventually, after an orgasm apiece, we found ourselves undressed in a sixty-nine. It was time for a no-holds barred pussylicking competition. We both came another couple of times. I don't know who won the contest, but God, I'd be up for a rematch!

We ended up lying on the couch in each other's arms, panting and gasping as we caught our breaths. "Come on, I want to show you some stuff before Paul gets home."

"Paul McEvoy, the assistant new director, right? He lives here, too?", I asked curiously.

She nodded. "Um, hmm. We live together. He still has a place of his own, but this is nicer. He doesn't get home until after the late news." She stood and took my hand. "Come on, you should see some stuff I have." She tugged me upright and led me into the bedroom. "You ever use any toys?", she asked with a giggle.

"Sure!" I watched as she opened up a drawer in her nightstand and started pulling a bunch of vibrators and stuff out. "Wow! You've got everything!"

She emptied the drawer onto the bed. "See anything familiar?", she said with a laugh.

Marina really did have one of everything! She must have had a dozen or more dildos and vibrators — long, short, big, small, wide, skinny, ribbed, smooth, hard, soft, plastic, glass — you name it, if it could be stuffed up a pussy, she had one! She even had a monstrous double headed dildo — party toys, I guess. I picked up a medium size white plastic model. "I have one like this one."

"You like it?"

"You bet! It's the original battery operated boyfriend!", I laughed. I rooted through the pile and picked up a white egg on a string. "What is this?"

She sorted through the pile and pulled out a little white box. "Here, put this inside yourself." She reached down between my thighs and placed the egg in my lap. Curious, I shrugged and slipped it inside. It felt snug, but nothing special happened. "Now, get ready." She held up the white box and faced it towards me, then flipped a little switch on the side. A red light lit up and about a half second later the egg started vibrating inside my pussy!

"Holy shit!", I gasped after she flipped it off.

She tugged the string and pulled it out. "It's a remote control. I can put that inside me and go out, and nobody will know when I reach into my pocket or purse and turn it on. Or even give it my date and let him turn it on or off." I stared wide-eyed at the idea. That would be totally intense!

She stood up and went over to a padded stool. "This you have to see." The stool was sort of a wooden box, like a cube, with a cushion on the top. She popped a couple of little catches on the side of the box at the bottom, then lifted the cushion and box up. It left behind the base of the box and what was mounted on the base. "Ever seen one of these?"

I knelt down and looked at it. It was a half-cylinder sort of thing, with an electric cord and a box with a control and a knob thingamajig on top. "What is it?"

"It's a Sybian! You've never heard of a Sybian?" I shrugged in mystification. "Oh my God, it is just about the most powerful vibrator ever invented!" She handed me the electric cord. "Here, plug that in!" I found an outlet and plugged it in, then turned to find that Marina had moved the cylinder and box around, and mounted a white plastic dildo on top. "You just have to try this!" She grabbed a tube of AstroGlide and squirted some on the dildo, rubbing it all over, then said, "Come on over here!"

"How... ?"

"You ride it like a horse, sort of. Come on, time to climb into the saddle." She helped me position myself, squatting over the cylinder with the dildo at the entrance to my pussy, then watched as I lowered myself onto it. I ended up kneeling, like I was riding a guy's cock. She grabbed the control. "Okay, 3-2-1-Blastoff!"

She hit the control and I really did blast off! Oh my God! I started coming in about two seconds. That dildo was vibrating and moving all around inside me, the cylinder was rubbing my clit - It was sheer power applied to my pussy! Marina manipulated the controls for about fifteen minutes, while I lost track of my comes, then she flipped it off. I practically fell off, still shaking from my come!

"My turn!" Marina waited for me to crawl away, then sat down on the dildo. "God, it's soaked!", she said with a laugh. She tossed me the control. "Your turn to drive." I gave her a good fifteen minutes as well, until she whimpered out, "Stop..."

We sat on the floor next to the machine, in awe of its capabilities. "Where did you get it?", I asked... 

"Well, you can buy them over the Internet, I think. Or do you mean how did I learn about it?"

"Yeah, how?"

"It was back when I was just getting into the business, and I got assigned to do a piece on a sex convention in Vegas. It was sweeps month and they were going to do some sort of human interest story, you know, some T&A that they could call news. They had one there and I got curious. Later, off camera, I went back and asked about it. I managed to get invited to a party and tried it out. I was hooked."

"No kidding! That thing is awesome.", I agreed.

"You have to see this. I've got all the attachments." She opened a box and pulled out a bunch of dildos. "These all fit on here." She handed me a couple of them, a small and a large vibrator. There were several others, a couple of larger models, a really huge one, one without a dildo, just for rubbing your pussy, and a model Marina said was supposed to be specially for your G-spot. "Ever do anal?", she asked brightly. She held up an attachment with two dildos attached.

"Whoa!"

My face must have lit up, because the next thing she said was, "You do, don't you!"

"Yeah, but I always have an enema first.", I admitted.

Marina looked at me curiously. "How'd you learn about that sort of thing? I mean, you know way more than I ever did when I was your age, and I always thought I was pretty advanced!"

I hemmed and hawed a bit, but Marina kept pushing, so I admitted, "My mom taught me, mostly."

"You mother taught you about screwing?!", she asked incredulously.

"Yes. No. It wasn't like that." She looked at me, so I continued. "I mean, I already knew about fucking. But once Mom knew I was active, I mean really active, she taught me a lot. I mean, she gave me my vibrator."

"Cool. Let me guess, you and your parents ran across each other at one of the Baker's parties, right? I've seen them at a party or two." She had a knowing smile on her face.

No, actually Daddy fucked my ass while I was eating Mom's pussy. "Yeah, something like that. Anyway, once they knew what I was up to, Mom told me a lot and how to be safe and take care of myself."

"And she taught you about anal and enemas? Your Mom sounds way cool. My mother would freak if she had any idea what I do!" She shook her head in admiration. She waved the double headed attachment at me. "So, want to try it?"

"Uh..."

"We can clean it up later." She picked up the tube of AstroGlide and waved it as well.

"Okay!", I said eagerly.

Marina set it onto the machine and lubed it up, then I got into position. She lubed my asshole and guided both cocks into me as I sat back on it. It was already feeling great when she turned it on. My body went nuts! I was in non-stop orgasm, and it didn't help when Marina knelt by my side. She dropped the controls and started sucking my tits while she diddled my clit and butthole. By the time I wore down, I was sweating! I had lost track of how long I had been coming!

I climbed off and disassembled the dirty toy and took it to the bathroom. I had to use the toilet myself, so I cleaned it up and came back a few minutes later. Marina was in place on the Sybian, running it at a very low setting. "Someday I am going to have to get one of those!", I announced.

Marina nodded. "When I have a party here, you know, a special party?..." I nodded in understanding. "... I park that right in the middle of the living room and let the women take turns. Every once in awhile, a guy asks for his wife to be put on there for a long time, almost like sexual torture, usually for a birthday or anniversary or something. By the time she's done, she's almost lifeless from the constant coming!"

"Wow!"

"I agree, it's something to see!", agreed a masculine voice from behind me. I whirled around to see Paul McEvoy standing in the doorway, grinning.

"Hi, honey.", greeted Marina, staying in place on the Sybian.

"Can I join in?", he asked with a grin.

I looked at Marina. I like girls, but I really like guys! She nodded enthusiastically, so I said, "Hi. Come on in and get undressed!"

He laughed. "Hi, Amber. Having fun?" He stepped closer and began stripping off his clothes.

"Definitely!", I answered.

Paul stripped naked and stepped forward, his cock pointing out and up, already very stiff. He moved in front of the Sybian and waved his cock at Marina. She laughed and handed me the controls. "You run this, I'm going to run this!" She leaned forward on the machine and opened her mouth and Paul stuck his cock into it. She started sucking and I started playing with the controls. I quickly raised the tempo, and started varying it as well. I don't know who was moaning louder, him or her! As soon as he popped his cork I gave her a long hard burst and she collapsed and slid off the Sybian.

Paul grabbed her by the shoulders and eased Marina to the carpet. He grinned at me. "Sometimes it can be a little intense!"

"I guess so!" I moved so that I was seated next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. "Any chance there might be something left for me?"

"I may not be nineteen anymore, but I'm not dead yet either. If you think you can resurrect me, I'll be happy to cooperate!" He grinned and stretched out on the carpet.

"I'll see what I can do..." Marina gazed at me lazily, still coming down from her come, as I began playing with her lover's cock. Surprisingly, it didn't take me all that long to get Paul stiff again — I figured an old guy, like my parent's age, would take a lot longer! He just smiled, his eyes closed blissfully as I stroked him off.

I decided I needed to lay around awhile, so once Paul was hard, I lay back on the carpet; Paul could do the work! He did, too, but not precisely the way I was expecting. He gently pushed me onto my side, facing away from me, and slid up behind me. I lifted my leg and he slipped his cock into my pussy from behind and didn't stop pushing until his belly was rubbing my butt. Paul was an average size, but after riding the Sybian, it felt heavenly!

"Don't be so lazy.", Paul teased Marina. "Get to work on our guest!"

I smiled at Marina as he said this and lifted my leg up, so that Paul's thrusting cock could be clearly seen. She smiled back and scooted down so that her face was at our crotches. The next thing I knew she was sucking on my clit and I was going crazy. A hard cock and a beautiful woman slurping my pussy is way better than any toy. Paul kept pumping into me even after he started spurting, pistoning out the come so that Marina could lap it up. He didn't stop until he started going soft. I was worn out by then. We all were.

We all struggled to our feet and took a joint shower, but without any more fun and games. We were all tired out. I dressed and kissed the others goodbye, then drove home. It was after two by the time I got home. There was just enough debris and clothing laying around the living room so that I knew Mom and Daddy had enjoyed themselves just as much as I had!



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Chapter 12

Mom asked me the next morning about my night out, and I asked her about her night in. She giggled and told me Daddy had been very pleased with the personal service his maid had provided. She had served him drinks and some appetizers, then he had served her an appetizer, a thick and juicy sausage! She had blown him, served him some more drinks and nibblers, then they had made it in the living room while watching a porn movie. Afterwards they had gone to bed for one last session.

Daddy came in for lunch about the time I got to talking about my evening with Marina and Paul. I commented to Daddy, "Since when are you a big shot?" He looked at me confusedly, and I continued, "When we were talking I mentioned I knew the Bakers through you guys, that you and Mister Baker were partners, and she said, 'You're one of the Campbells?', like it was some big deal."

Daddy laughed. "Well, around here I guess I'm a big deal, at least in the housing and development business. Still, that's sort of being a big fish in a small pond. We aren't anywhere near the size of the big national builders. I met her once, when she was doing a piece on housing prices."

"Have you ever... ?" I waggled my eyebrows at him.

He grinned. "No, but I wouldn't mind. She's pretty cute."

Mom snorted. "Oh really?"

Daddy grinned again. "Hey, you know me, I prefer blondes." Mom and I are both blondes. He turned back to me and asked, "So, have fun? Was it just you and her?"

"To start, anyway. We made a big salad and then relaxed and fooled around for awhile. Her boyfriend came home after the evening news was over." They looked at me curiously and I explained, "She lives with the assistant news director, Paul McEvoy. He runs the late news."

Daddy nodded in understanding. "What are they going to do when she moves on to bigger and better things?"

"Huh?"

"Honey, she's on a fast track. Unless she screws up, she'll be moving on someday to a big station.", he said.

"I've heard of that, but how does it work?"

He shrugged. "Like any other job, I suppose. If you want to make more money, you need to be at a bigger station. Big stations need big cities." I nodded like I understood, even though I really didn't, but he must have noticed. "Listen, everybody starts out at some small rinky-dink station somewhere in the boonies, like Winslow or Tuba City or someplace even smaller. I mean, I don't even know if some of those places are even big enough to have TV stations! They are small because nobody lives there, so they don't make much money off the ads, which is how they pay for everything. No money from ads, no big salaries for the on air people." Okay, that I understood, so I nodded for him to continue. "So, since nobody is actually making any money, they usually stay just long enough to earn some credentials and make an audition tape and move on to a bigger station somewhere. Tucson, maybe." I nodded again. "After that, maybe Phoenix or Vegas. Finally, for the really big bucks, you end up in one of the Big Three cities, New York, Chicago, or LA, or maybe get snatched up by a network. Let's face it, any one of which will pay more than here."

"So what happens if you have a family? What about Paul?"

"Good question isn't it?", he responded.

I shrugged. I had no idea what they would do, and it wasn't my problem anyhow. "Have either of you ever seen a Sybian?"

"I've heard of them, but never seen one.", he said.

"I have, but I've never tried it. It looked like something to ride, like a bucking bronco! Why, does she have one?"

"It was so cool! If you ever have a chance, try it out. You could fry your brains out riding one of them!" I think I was gushing, but it really was awesome! Marina had told me that she had once dated a cop, who had handcuffed her behind her back and placed her on it and kept her in place until she couldn't take it anymore. She had been sweating and screaming and coming like mad!

"Maybe if I get the chance. I think they're very expensive."

"I think you're right.", I admitted.

We talked a little more, through lunch, then Daddy stood. "I think I need to lie down for a bit.", he said, then left the kitchen.

"He says that with such a straight face.", commented Mom with a smile.

"Oh?"

"Remember? Nap time for your father on a weekend has nothing to do with napping."

I laughed at this. I did remember that, and how I joined them once. "Daddy must have liked my story from the other night."

"Probably." She looked at me with her head cocked to the side. "Care to join us?"

"Why not!?" Mom stood up and I followed. We went up the stairs and looked in at Daddy through the bedroom door. Like before, he had already undone the buttons on his shirt and unzipped his pants. He's pretty predictable!

Daddy looked startled as he saw me looking around the door frame. "Subtle, Daddy, subtle!"

Mom snorted in laughter as she followed me inside. "Think you're up for it after last night, John?" She reached around me from behind and cupped my tits, jiggling them towards him.

Dad's eyes widened and he got a big shit eating grin on his face. "I'll die trying!"

Mom and I were dressed pretty much the same, in shorts, t-shirt, and underwear. She let go of my tits and grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, so Daddy could see my boobs in my lacy white bra. Next, still from behind, she unzipped my shorts and pushed them to the floor, so that I was standing there in my matching panties. Next, she slipped her hands around and reached inside my panties; Jesus it felt good when she started fingerfucking me!

I twisted around, keeping her hand in my panties, and undid her shorts. They slipped to the floor and she stepped out of them, to show she was wearing a transparent white thong. I started fingering her clit and she moaned, then let go of me. She yanked her own t-shirt off and stripped off her bra and thong completely, then pulled off my undies as well, so we were both naked. We stood there at the foot of the bed and played with each other. Daddy was grinning; he had reached down and pushed his pants down and was slowing jerking his cock off as he watched us play together. "Who's first?", he asked with a laugh.

Mom surprised him by holding out a hand to me and going "Rock, scissors, paper?" I held out a hand, and I ended up with scissors and she ended up with stone. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist, sinking her pussy down onto his cock, then she said, "Give her a mustache ride!", to Daddy. I promptly got into position straddling his face and facing Mom even before he could say anything. He started slurping while Mom and I rode him. We played with each other's nipples while we were fucking him. I know Mom and I both came at least once before he popped his rocks up into Mom's pussy.

Daddy had really blasted her, loading her with about a gallon of jism, so he asked me to clean Mom up, and not to use a washcloth! She laid back on the bed and spread her legs, and I knelt down between them and started licking. Pussy tastes pretty good when it's mixed with jizz! She motioned him over, and she licked him clean again as well. I was thinking it was my turn for a ride when Daddy pulled away from Mom and moved behind me. Next thing I knew, he was kneeling between my legs and fucking me doggy style. Every thrust forward slammed me into Mom's pussy, and she was moaning as she rubbed my head, holding me in position. It felt so good! I was on another orgasm when I felt Daddy's cock pulsing and hot wetness flowed out of my pussy and down my thighs.

I crawled off the bed and left the two of them snoozing, then left and took a shower. I was beat!

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The next week at the station went fairly quickly. I didn't run into Marina again until Tuesday afternoon, when she smiled and asked how I was. I replied that I was good, and asked how she was. We made small talk for a few minutes, then she asked if I had mentioned to my parents our evening.

I grinned. "Yeah! Daddy was kind of jealous. He said he'd like to meet you someday, you know, to really meet you."

"Ooh, sounds like fun! I'd invite you over again with them this weekend, but I have to be in Vegas." She explained that she and Paul were going to Las Vegas Friday night for a long weekend, then she was staying on until Wednesday for a story." Paul will have to come back Sunday evening, but that gives us a couple of days on the station's tab."

"What are you doing in Vegas?", I asked.

"Well, there's a new casino opening that we want to cover, and I'm going to do some stories on other things, like water levels and dams and stuff. I'm going to do a bunch of remotes, then be back by Thursday." She smiled. "You should bring your parents over that weekend. I'll have a party. Your mom can ride my Sybian and I can ride your dad!"

"I'll tell them tonight!", I replied with a laugh.

Saturday in between, however, was a party at the McNabbs. I was a little concerned when I woke up that morning, however, since Daddy wasn't around. When I went downstairs for breakfast and asked where he was, Mom said, "Tucson for the day."

"What about tonight?" I was really looking forward to the party; I had a new outfit and really wanted to show it off — it was so hot!

She waved a hand dismissively. "He'll be back in time. He had some meeting with the bankers and lawyers or something and drove down early. He should be back by five or six. What were you planning on doing today?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. What were you planning?"

"Oh, the usual, I suppose. Maybe we could work on our tans for awhile, then after lunch start getting ready."

"Seems like a long time to get ready in.", I commented.

She reached out and rubbed the back of my hand softly. "It depends on just what you are doing in preparation, doesn't it?"

I smiled. Mom was planning on fooling around with me all day. Multiple orgasms before we went out and had some more at the party! "That doesn't sound so bad after all. I'll oil your back if you oil mine."

"I'll be happy to oil your front, as well.", she answered with a smile. I went back upstairs after breakfast and took off my clothes, then slipped on a beach cover-up and went out back. Mom was already laying on a chaise lounge, as naked as the day she was born, with a glass of iced tea by the side and her own cover-up on the grass.

I spread my beach towel out on the grass and stripped off my cover-up, and laid face down on the towel under the hot, bright sun. Mom slipped off the chaise lounge and knelt at my side. The next thing I noticed, I felt a drizzle of oil moving around my back, up my legs and around my butt and back. "Spread your legs, honey.", said Mom. The next moment was a surprise, however. Rather than Mom starting to rub the oil over me, I felt a hard plastic probe pushing into my pussy from behind, then it twisted and began humming; Mom had stuffed a vibrator up my pussy! She flipped it to a low setting, then began massaging the oil into my all over.

Even at the low setting, I came massively by the time she had me roll over to oil my front. I decided to take a more active role now, reaching down and twisting the vibrator to a higher setting and moving it around and about. My eyes were clenched tight as Mom rubbed more oil onto me, and when she began playing with my tits, I put the vibrator on the highest setting and started shaking as I came.

Once I came down off my orgasm, Mom crawled up and sat on my face, so she got a good pussylicking before we were done. I slipped the vibrator out and started using it up her butt, which really set her off, to the point where she started crying out that it was too much, and to stop. I ignored her and kept going through another big come!

Afterwards, we sort of calmed down and got some more sun, then went inside for lunch. Mom and I made some ham and cheese sandwiches, then she gave me some marching orders — get cleaned up! It was the full nine yards, shower, shave everything — and I do mean everything — and douche and enema! I was to get everything ready for a fun party.

Mid-afternoon I wandered back into Mom's room, now wrapped in my bulky terry robe, to find her sorting through her closet. "I told you, Mom, I've got our outfits for tonight covered."

She looked over at me in surprise. "You didn't get those things, did you? Not really!?"

I grinned and nodded. "Sure did!"

"Amber! I can't wear something like that!"

"Why not, because it would make you look like a woman who goes to orgies?", I asked with laugh. She stuck her tongue out at me. "If you can't wear them to this party, when can you wear them?" I looked at what she was searching through. "So, that's covered. Now, what all sorts of stuff do you have in there? Show me what Daddy likes you to wear!"

That pretty much covered the rest of the afternoon. Mom showed me a lot of her sexy little outfits and we played dress-up like little girls again. She had a lot of neat clothing, some very sexy shit, and we wear the same sizes. I told her I was going to borrow some sometime, and promised to let her borrow my clothing. She laughed at this. I don't have anywhere near as much as she does, but I do have some pretty slutty club outfits.

Daddy came home about six or so, and Mom and I were still in our robes. Mom made burgers and fries, and about half-past seven we decided it was time to get dressed. "Come over to my room, Mom."

"Amber, really, I can't!"

You're doing it Mom!", I ordered. "Now, go grab some slutty fuck-me heels and bring them over. Don't make me get angry!" I waggled a finger at her like she used to do to me, which made Daddy laugh and Mom glower at him. I headed off to my bedroom.

The package I had ordered had come in mid-week and would be perfect for our night out. I had been cruising the Internet looking for club outfits with Mom besides me, oohing and aahing about some of the clothes, and with me telling her how some of them would be good for our parties. In particular, I liked a two piece set. The top was a spandex tube top, very sheer — you could see the model's nipples through it. The bottom was similar, larger but similar, maybe a foot long, as a micro-mini-skirt. On the Internet, you could see through it to the model's thong.

When Mom came in, she was carrying a pair of black ankle-strapped stilettos. She looked at me apprehensively. "Unh, unh.", I commented. "Too formal. You need something lighter for this. Maybe some sandals..." She came back with a pair of lightweight sandals with a spike heel. "Okay., now pink or green?" I held up a pair of bags, one containing a bright pink outfit and the other a lime green. The colors were practically electric!

"This is crazy!" She closed her eyes for a second, then said, "Pink. I actually have a pair of shoes which almost match that."

I passed her the pink bag and grabbed the sandals from her. "These can go with the green."

Mom opened the bag and stared inside. She could basically ball the top and bottom up in her fists. "This is insane! I can't wear these out!"

"Mom, give me a break. It's not like you're driving anywhere. You're going to walk through the back yard to the next door neighbors'! Get over it!" I laughed.

"Your father would kill me if he knew what I was going to wear.", she said, shaking her head in disbelief.

"My father will fuck you when he learns what you are going to wear!", I replied.

She left the package on my bed while she went back for the pink heels. By the time she came back, I had my package open and my robe was on the bed. I pulled the top on first, as she watched, then had to adjust it when I found it was inside out (the seams were wrong.) Mom stared, and said, "You can see right through it!" I slipped the skirt on next. "Oh my God!"

"Mom, give it a rest. We'll look hot!" I turned around in front of her. "How does it look?" I tugged the skirt down so that it was riding low on my hips, then kept pushing until my pussy and ass were covered. It was a very short skirt and I really looked slutty in it. "It's perfect."

Mom took off her robe and skinned into hers, muttering the entire time. My full length mirror was on my closet door, so I opened the door and then stood in front of my dresser so she couldn't see herself. When she had it on and tugged and tucked into position, I closed the closet, exposing her to the reflection. "Oh my God!", she breathed out, staring at her reflection.

It was a pretty extreme outfit, even for Mom on orgy night. You could see her nipples clearly through the top, and if she had a bush, you'd have seen that, too. "Mom, you look hot!"

"I can't wear this! I look like a slut!"

"You are saying that as you get ready to go out to a swing party.", I commented dryly.

She looked daggers at me, but kept examining herself in the mirror. "I have got to be crazy!"

"Put your shoes on.", I ordered, then sat down to slip my own on. I could feel the skirt riding up my thighs, but it was surprisingly elastic and stable. I slipped into the sandals, which had a little strap around the ankle. Mom's pink fuck-me pumps had a noticeable strap which buckled around her ankles; she could be in any position and they wouldn't fall off. We stood back up and practiced walking around and moving in our outfits, keeping everything in position, even if it was jiggling and almost totally on display anyway.

Dad called up the stairs shortly before we were leaving, and I had Mom lead the way down the hall and down the stairs. Dad's eyes became saucers when he saw us, but he really liked Mom's outfit. I mean he really liked it! He was about one step away from drooling, and I whispered in her ear, "I told you so!"

He let us precede him out the back door, probably so he could watch us swing our butts from behind. The only snag was that as soon as we hit the grass, our heels sank into the ground. "No way is this going to work.", I commented. I put out a hand and held Daddy's arm while I slipped off my heels. Mom noticed and did the same on his other side. Then, carrying our shoes, we walked barefoot through the yard, through the gates, and through the McNabb's back yard. We stopped once we hit their patio and slipped our shoes back on. We went in through the back door, going through the kitchen and into the foyer.

Christy McNabb met us in the foyer and gave us all a big kiss. Not a little cheek pecking kiss either, but a full-on-the-lips-with-some-tongue smacker. She was dressed up in this cute little schoolgirl outfit, with high heeled patent leather stilettos, white above-the-knee socks, a pleated plaid schoolgirl skirt which was about the same size as Mom's and my skirts, and a transparent white blouse. Her nipples were stiff and pointy. "You two look hot!", was her first comment. "It's a good thing the colors are different, since I know your Dad is going to want to nail your Mom in that.", she said to me.

"Maybe we'll have to change and see what happens.", I said. Christy didn't know I was fucking both Mom and Daddy already. Christy and Mom laughed and Daddy snorted. Christy pointed us all towards the living room, where she had a table set up as a bar. Their house had a big bar set up in the basement, but no wet bar in the living room. She had a couple of coolers with ice in them and beer and wine coolers, along with a bunch of bottles of booze, mixers, and wine. Mom poured herself and Daddy some white wine, but I grabbed a wine cooler for myself. Mom whispered about making sure I didn't drink too much, but I figured if I did, I could always walk home.

We were there on the early side, so nothing really happened for the first half hour or so. We mostly stood around and had a few drinks and gossiped and did the usual stuff. The guys checked out the women and their outfits, and the girls checked out the guys. I mean, at the normal party everybody does that and wonders about what it would be like to score with so-and-so. Well, same thing, only you actually got a chance to score! The McNabb party was a little more casual than the one the Bakers held last month. Most of the women's outfits were closer to clubbing outfits and party clothes, rather than being totally street legal, if you catch my drift. Lots of belly buttons and see through, costume jewelry and bling.

After a half hour, I was on my second cooler when a young guy came over. He was tall and slim, dark haired and with a dark mustache, about twenty-one or —two. He was carrying a bottle of beer. "Hi, I'm Jim.", he said, smiling.

"Amber."

He held up his beer bottle and clinked it against my cooler. "Amber. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you.", I agreed. He was definitely cute, and I didn't mind the way he was staring at me hungrily. If he was a bull he would be pawing the ground.

"You are absolutely gorgeous. That is a great outfit."

"Thank you!", I said happily. "I just bought it. I figure it's good for clubbing, at least if I wear a thong under it." As I suspected, his eyes dropped to my waist, to see that I didn't have a thong."

He stepped closer, reaching up to touch me gently on the arm. His fingers felt electric and I shuddered in anticipation. He moved slowly, but not too slowly. From my arm, he traced a path up to my bare shoulder and down my side, avoiding my boobs but slipping down my side and under my arm, then down over the fabric of my top, past my bare midriff, to my hip, where he stopped with his hand resting half on my hip and half on my almost naked ass. My nipples felt like they were about to rip through the tube top. He kept up a light patter as well, telling me how hot I looked and how all the other women were jealous, since I looked so good. It was bullshit, but it was good bullshit!

He began rubbing his hand along my side and butt. "I think I need to see a little more." He slipped a finger under the edge of the skirt and made a hook, then pulled it up. My skirt came up on the side, rising up to my waist level, though it was angled down and lopsided. Here, hold this.", he asked, handing me his beer bottle. Surprised, I took the bottle in my left hand, while my right still held my cooler. He grinned and used both hands to pull my skirt to my waist, then reached up to tug my top down, exposing me totally. I stared wide-eyed as he began to fondle me in front of everyone.

At the Baker's party, Marina and her date had been the first to get it on and get the ball rolling; tonight it was me! Jim began pinching my tits and fingerfucking me as we were leaning against the wall in the living room, and I could see to the side how several other couples were watching us avidly. The next thing I knew, I heard a zipping noise, and turned my head back to see that Jim had unzipped his pants and pushed them down around his hips. They kept sliding down to his ankles, and his cock jutted out; he had been traveling commando. With me still holding the bottles out to the side. He gently pushed me back against the wall with my legs spread, then bellied up against me. He reached down between us and fucked his cock up into my dripping wet pussy as we stood there.

Shit! Everybody was watching as I took it standing half naked in the living room. A couple of women were fingering themselves, and one was unzipping her partner. I started to get a bit hazy, since it was really good. Jim was slamming my ass up against the wall, grunting loudly. His cock was pretty average, but his height and our position had it rubbing against my clit something fierce! I was coming big time when he grunted and sagged against me, and I could feel his cock spasming inside me. We were both breathing very hard.

I waited for him to catch his breath, and then he pushed away from the wall. While I held the bottles, he pulled his pants back up, then I had him hold the bottles while I pulled my top and skirt back into place. We sipped at our drinks, our arms around each other's waists, as we started watching the rest of the action get in gear. One other couple had started fucking on the couch, her sitting on him facing away, so that they could both watch us, and another couple were masturbating each other happily. We finished our bottles and went back over to the bar table.

"That was great, Amber.", he said, bending down to kiss me.

"I agree! Next time we see each other, we'll have to do that again."

"You know, there's another woman here wearing an outfit just like yours, only pink, I think."

I grinned and laughed. "That's my mother! You should try her out, too. Comparison shopping, so to speak."

Jim's eyes lit up at that. "That sounds like a great idea!" He kissed me again and wandered away.

I wandered off, too, in a different direction. I slowly wandered through the house, watching what seemed to be everyone in the midst of the first round of screwing. This first fuck took differing lengths of time, so that the next one, and any future ones, seemed to occur randomly. Right then, though, it was really arousing to see so many people fucking their brains out in twosomes and threesomes. I continued on to the family room in the finished basement, where I saw a foursome in action.

Actually they were finishing up the action. It was Jeff and Christy McNabb and another couple, only they had switched off. A busty brunette was riding Jeff on the couch, and a skinny black guy with a really nice cock was doing Christy doggy style, kneeling next to the couch and watching the others. At the moment I came in the black guy groaned and his back arched. Christy moaned as she came, with his cock pumping jism into her. That spurred on Jeff and his partner, and they both came a minute later.

We made small talk for a moment, and the black guy and the brunette headed out the back door to go out to the back yard. I wanted some more. "Christy, I've been having some fun, too, and I think I need a cleanup."

"So do I.", she said with a smile. "Hungry?"

"Very!"

Christy took my hand and we sank down onto the carpet and stretched out, head to toe, and pulled each other's skirts up around our waists. We were licking each other pretty good, and I glanced over at Jeff. He had stripped off his clothes and was sitting there on the couch naked, stroking his cock. "Jeff, I'm next.", said Christy.

I glanced down between us and laughed. "Bullshit! You can fuck him anytime. I'm next."

Christy sat up and laughed. "Hell, you can fuck him anytime, too. Just come next door!" She lay back and spread her legs wide. "Listen, you start eating me again and Jeff can fuck you." She looked over my shoulder at Jeff, who was crawling up behind me. "Fuck her hard, Jeff, and make it last!"

Ummmm — he did!

I got it on again another couple of times, once with a very nice older gentleman who confided to me that Viagra really was a wonder drug, and the final time as part of a foursome. I gave a hummer to a nice Mexican fellow while his gorgeous wife ate me and got ass fucked by a friend of theirs.

Afterwards, Daddy came around wearing just his pants and with a smile on his face. "We need to get your mother home."

"Mom? Has she been naughty?"

He chuckled. "Very!"

I climbed to my feet and used the bathroom, cleaning up and adjusting my clothes. Amazingly, I had kept my top and skirt on all night, though they had often been around my waist. After I came out, we went upstairs, where Daddy slipped his shoes on and we found Mom, passed out in a spare bedroom. "She had at least one wine too many." At least one fuck too many as well, because her pussy looked totally saturated in come! Daddy handed me his shirt and picked Mom up in his arms, and I led the way out. I had to slip off my shoes again, but I held doors open and the gates and led him back through the back yard and around to our house.

Once upstairs I helped him take her top and skirt off, then we left her on the bedspread sleeping. He was standing there, looking bemused at her, when I decided that I needed something more for the night. I grabbed the bottom of my tube top and pulled it over my head. "I need a shower, Daddy." I stripped off my skirt as well. "Care to join me?"

"Yeah, sure thing, baby." He undid his pants and stepped out of them, then followed me out of the bedroom. He turned off the lights to let Mom sleep it off, and we went down the hall to the bathroom.

I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature, then stepped inside. Daddy was already getting stiff by the time he climbed inside, but even though we soaped up and washed off thoroughly, we didn't screw in the shower. He wanted to, but I wanted something on a nice and soft bed! That standing up fuck earlier was nice, but I wanted something a bit more comfortable! We dried off, and I made sure I very gently dried that nice big cock, then I took it by the hand and pulled him down the hall towards my bedroom.

Once in my room, I opened my nightstand and pulled out a tube of KY. "Daddy, all the fucking I did tonight and nobody fucked my ass! Please?"

Daddy laughed. "For you honey, anything!" I knelt on the bed and lifted my ass up. Daddy squirted some KY on my butthole and worked it in, then did some more. His finger working up my ass felt marvelous! He put a second one up there and I just came on the spot! Then it got better! Daddy had been lubing up his cock with his left hand even while his right was fingerfucking my ass. He pulled out his fingers and fed his cock inside. Damn but it was good. I lost track of my comes while he assfucked me. After he came, we both fell asleep on my bed.



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Chapter 13

I woke up the next morning alone in bed but otherwise feeling fine from the night before. I wasn't the only one feeling fine, though. I could hear fun and games through the open doors between my bedroom and the hall and the hall and my parent's bedroom. I pulled my robe from the closet and wandered down the hall. Once inside their bedroom, I could clearly hear my mother crying out, "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!" She and Daddy were screwing in the shower.

I waited for them to finish and then went off to my bathroom. I needed a shower, too, and really doubted there would be a whole lot of hot water left. I was right. I had to wait about fifteen minutes for the temperature to build up again.

The rest of the weekend was kind of quiet. Daddy took a 'nap' in the afternoon, and Mom and I rode his cock and gave him a mustache ride, then switched positions and had a second go-around. Later I went over to Becky's and we goofed off the rest of the day.

Work that week was pretty routine. I did have a couple of chances to talk to Marina about the party she had planned for Friday night. She definitely was inviting me and my parents, and promised that she was going to make sure that they were both treated 'well.' By that, she specified, she would give Mom a good long ride on the Sybian, and give Daddy a good long ride of her own. While I didn't tell her he was a great fuck, at least not from personal knowledge (so I told a white lie) I did tell her I had seen it and that it was big and thick and he made Mom and the other women at the parties come great! She replied she was looking forward to the evening.

We were one of the first guests to arrive that evening. We were all kind of nervous, but it was an excited kind of nervous. Marina had told me that the dress code was a bit dressier than the last party we had been at. Daddy had worn a blazer and slacks and a dress shirt, though he had skipped the socks and simply slipped into his loafers. Mom and I had sorted through her closet again for something sexy and chic, some club wear that looked a little fancier than what we had worn last time. Mom had settled on a sleek and clingy black dress with an open lattice work up both sides; it was obvious that the only thing under the dress was Mom. I wore a black satin dress that was cut to the waist front and back, and slit to the waist up both thighs. There was actually a lacy black elastic band that went around my waist that the top and bottom were connected to. Again, it was obvious that I was naked beneath it. Both Mom and I wore black fuck me pumps with our outfits. We also wore some long coats over them!

We weren't quite the first ones there, but we were close. In addition to Marina and Paul, an older gentleman was standing with them in the living room. He was dressed much like Daddy, in slacks, shirt, blazer, and loafers, but he was quite a bit older. At a guess I would have said he was in his sixties, which was fairly old for the crowd that came to the parties I had been at so far. I don't think I had seen anyone there much beyond mid-fifties or so. He was a handsome man, striking almost, tall and trim and with a full head of wavy white hair and a bushy white mustache. He smiled at me as I came in and I suddenly felt wet between the legs.

Marina answered the door and hugged me, kissing me on the cheek, then pulled me inside along with Mom and Daddy. They got the full treatment as well, with kisses on the lips, tongue, and a full body rub. Paul was dressed like the other two men, and Marina wore a bright pink peignoir and robe set, along with matching pink heels. Paul immediately offered all of us a drink, and Daddy went with him to the bar. Marina introduced us to the third man. Taking me by the hand, he led Mom and me over to the patio door where he was standing. "Jerry, these are our friends Amber and Clarice. Ladies, Jerry."

We had a round of hellos, and Jerry kissed us both on the cheek. I felt goosebumps on my arm when his fingers lingered on my hand.

"I've known Jerry for years, and when I learned he was in town for the weekend, and I knew you were coming stag, Amber, I thought the two of you would make a nice match."

I looked at her curiously. Jerry was old enough to be my grandfather. Then again, the usual etiquette at a party is no stag guys, just couples or women. Jerry smiled at me again and I felt those goosebumps all over again. If I had been wearing panties, they would have been wet. I held out my hand and took his, and said, "Thank you. I'll have Jerry tell me all your secrets!"

We were all laughing when Daddy and Paul brought our drinks over. He brought me a chardonnay, and one for Mom, but he had made himself a gin and tonic. The doorbell rang and Marina moved to answer it, and Jerry half turned towards the patio. "Care to take in the view?"

"I'd love to." I tucked my arm in his and allowed him to lead me to the patio door. He followed me through, then took my hand and led me to the railing. "Wow!", I said. The view was fantastic! I could see almost everything in Phoenix, and probably beyond. I sipped my wine and just gazed out.

Jerry leaned against the railing studying me instead of the sights. He sipped from his wineglass as well, but he had a red wine of some sort. "You're not too cold, are you?"

It was somewhat breezy out there on the balcony, and with the sun going down, the temperature was dropping as well. Still, it felt good, invigorating. "No, it feels great." Just then the breeze kicked up, causing my dress to swirl up and around my waist before settling back into place. Jerry saw everything I had under the dress, which was absolutely nothing. He just smiled at me, a smile I returned, and when the wind kicked up again a moment later, I moved slightly and made sure he could see. He smiled again and I could see a bulge forming in his trousers. We stayed there at the railing flirting with each other until our wineglasses were empty, then we went back inside.

By the time we got back inside, everyone who was attending had arrived. There were about a dozen people present, none of whom, other than my folks and Marina, I knew. We refilled our wineglasses and then excused myself to use the bathroom. When I came out, Marina smiled and motioned me into her bedroom. "I think it's time to bring out the big gun, don't you?"

It took me a second to understand her, and then I grinned and nodded. "Mom gets first shot, right?"

"Absolutely! Come on." She unlatched the lid and set it aside, then we picked it up and carried it into the living room. Everybody stopped and stared as we set it in the center of the floor. I went back for the box of toys and attachments while she uncoiled the cord and plugged it into the wall socket. It only took me a few seconds to return, but everyone was standing around in a circle watching Marina and me as we set the machine up.

"Ladies, this is a Sybian. If you've never heard of one before, trust me, you are in for the time of your life. The only rule is to clean off your toys when you're done.", she announced. "And the first victim is..." She looked around and pointed at Mom.

"Holy shit! Are you kidding me?" Mom stared wild-eyed at us. Daddy grinned and stepped behind her and pushed her forward.

"You are going to love this!", I told her. Everybody started encouraging her, and Daddy unzipped her dress down the back.

Mom pushed her dress down to the floor, with a chorus of whistles to motivate her, then stepped out of her shoes and came forward slowly. I pulled her down to a kneeling position on the floor, and she watched as Marina set a medium sized dildo into place on top of the machine. Marina squirted some AstroGlide on it and slathered it all over the knob, then reached out and took Mom by the left arm and pulled her closer. I took her other arm and we helped her position herself straddling the Sybian. I put fingers in her pussy to hold it open and was delighted to find that whatever she was saying about being nervous, she was very excited too. She sank back down on the dildo and buried it in her pussy, letting out a small squeal of pleasure as she did so.

With that she crawled around to the front of the machine and picked up the controls. "Paul, on the other side from Amber..." Paul chuckled and knelt down next to Mom, sandwiching her between us on top of the Sybian. "Are we ready for blastoff?", she asked with a laugh.

Mom looked curiously at her and Marina twisted the controls. Suddenly we could hear the Sybian 'roar' into action and Mom gasped as she started orgasming. Daddy stared hungrily as Paul and I worked her over from the sides, Paul leaning down and sucking her tits and nipples, me using one hand on her pussy and clit and the other fingering the crack of her ass.

Mom was going nuts! She was moaning as she rode the giant vibrator, occasionally shaking and shivering and crying out. Around us people were talking excitedly, and the other women all wanted to get the next ride. They were handing around the other dildos and arguing about who would go first. It was a tremendous start to the party! We gave Mom about ten minutes total, with Marina running the controls and driving Mom crazy. Finally Mom collapsed off the machine, her pussy juice running down her thighs, a glazed smile on her face. Paul and Daddy helped her onto the couch.

Paul stayed with Mom and started feeling her up; he was going to get some prime hot and wet pussy! Marina took Daddy by the hand and sat down on the couch next to Paul and Mom — I guess they planned on screwing too.

Jerry took my elbow and we refilled our glasses, then he led me over to an armchair. He sat in it and tapped his knee. I sat on his lap sideways as we watched the fun and games get into high gear. Mom roused herself enough to start undoing Paul's pants, the glazed look in her eyes replaced with crazed horniness! Marina pulled Daddy's pants off as well, then peeled off her robe. She pulled the hem of her peignoir up and straddled Daddy's waist, and I could see him reach between them to guide her onto his cock. She had a look of real satisfaction as she sank down onto it — hey, I told her he was a good fuck!

As for me, I was definitely enjoying myself. Jerry had slipped a hand under my skirt and was gently rubbing my pussy. The other hand pulled my top off my shoulders so that it was half down my arms, and he was tweaking my nipples. I came once, hard, as we watched, then he whispered in my ear, "Stand up." I got off his lap and adjusted my clothing, then he took me by the hand and we went down the hallway. Everybody else stayed in the living room, undressing and fucking their brains out in one giant group grope, but I guess Jerry liked it one on one, even though he also liked watching.

We got to the spare bedroom and he ushered me inside, closing the door behind us but not latching it. Then he peeled my dress off completely, leaving me standing in my heels. I kicked them off and began to undress him as well. The jacket went first, then I unbuttoned and slowly peeled off his shirt, licking his chest as I worked my way down to his waist. He had a thick cushion of white hair on his chest as well, and when I undid his zipper, and found more white hair, which I found very intriguing. Jerry was going commando and had kicked off his shoes while stripping me, so I just opened my mouth and started sucking his cock as I pulled his pants off. He had an impressive cock, at least the size of Daddy's, a good eight inches long and two inches thick. I bobbed my head in his lap for a few minutes, then his strong hands reached down and lifted me to my feet.

"My turn.", he said, and he climbed onto the bed. I crawled on with him and we positioned ourselves head to toe. It was time for some sixty-nine! He had the most amazing tongue and lips! One moment he might be flicking his tongue across my clit, the next he might be gently nipping my pussy lips, then suddenly he might be trying to inhale my clit with this incredible suction! And the mustache? Boy, did that tickle, and tickle good! We went through several different positions, first on our sides, then with me straddling his face while leaning forward — even with him over me, fucking his cock down my throat while he ate me! That was just so intense. I was totally helpless as he facefucked me and ate me. He came that way, too, pumping it straight into my tummy.

Afterwards, Jerry carefully rolled off me and twisted around, to hold me in his arms as we snuggled. "Sorry, I wanted it to last a little longer, but you are just so amazing.", he commented.

"Me? It was you who was amazing! I lost track of my orgasms. Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?!", I exclaimed.

Jerry chuckled, "Let's just say I've had lots of practice. You know, you're pretty good yourself."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, and I do mean everywhere.", I replied. I rolled over to face him and put my hand on his now soft cock.

"We are going to need a time out, honey. I need to reload my revolver." He sat up and climbed off the bed, I was on the verge of getting up myself, but he didn't get dressed. Instead he rooted through one of his jacket pockets and pulled out a bottle of pills. I looked at him curiously and he sat down next to me on the bed. He opened the bottle and took a small pill out, then showed me the bottle. Cialis!

"Wow! Does that stuff really work?", I asked.

"Like a charm.", he replied. "I'm almost always good for the first go around, but after that I need some help."

I had to think about that. I mean, when I had fucked young guys they could get stiff again almost immediately, and could get it up three or four times in a row. Daddy, usually could manage twice, then needed a breather. Jerry, who was old enough to be Daddy's daddy, probably was done for the night. "If I'd known, I'd have wanted to fuck you.", I told Jerry.

Jerry smiled. "Don't worry, we will. Give me a few minutes and I will be happy to scratch that little itch of yours."

"And in the meantime?", I asked.

"We go out and freshen up our glasses and watch the party. I'll let you know when I'm ready for the next round."

"I'd like that! You are just the sexiest guy at the party tonight!" He was, too, in a very sophisticated and civilized manner. I jiggled his limp cock and then licked off my fingers. He chuckled and nibbled my ear, then helped me to my feet. I grabbed his shirt and went into the attached bath. "Back in a moment." I used the toilet and wiped my pussy clean, then put his shirt on. I only did up one button, at the waist. When I came back out, Jerry was putting his pants on and waiting for his shirt, but when he saw me wearing it, he just did up his zipper and belt and pulled his jacket on over his bare chest. We went back to the party.

Jerry and I grinned at each other as we came out of the hallway and surveyed the orgy. I think we were the only ones who had broken away from the group; everyone else was in twosomes and threesomes around the living room, mostly undressed. Mom was no longer riding the Sybian, two women were working a third over who was riding it. Instead Mom as sandwiched between two men, straddling a guy with his cock up her pussy, while another man knelt behind her buttfucking her. Daddy and Marina were done, too, and he was now getting his cock licked and sucked by a pretty redhead.

Jerry and I went over to the bar table, to refill our wineglasses and grab a few canapés. He introduced me to caviar, which I liked, and smoked oysters, which I didn't like. We were heading back over to an armchair to watch some more, when Marina came bounding out of the hall and came over to us. She had lost the robe to her peignoir set but was still wearing the nightgown and heels. The nightgown was completely transparent and her nipples were puffy and perky. She had obviously been enjoying herself.

Marina kissed Jerry and me, then said excitedly, "Wasn't I right? Isn't he just fabulous?!"

"Yes, he is.", I replied with a laugh.

"And you were right about your father! He was terrific!"

"I'll be certain to tell him and Mom." I laughed some more and noticed Jerry looking at me curiously. I turned to him and said, "It's a long story, but we go to these parties together, but separately..." He nodded in understanding. "Anyway, I had told Marina that he was hot for her and that he always got good reviews."

Jerry chuckled. "So she decided to try him out."

"Absolutely! Her dad gets two thumbs up!", agreed Marina. She turned back to me and leered. "I need some sixty-nine action to get cleaned up. Care to taste what your father tastes like?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me.

I didn't tell her I already knew what he tasted like. Swinging and swapping are one thing, but not too many people get into incest, even if the start had been accidental. "Sounds decadent. Dare we?"

"Dare we not!?" She drained my wineglass and handed it to Jerry, who laughed. "You won't mind will you, Jerry?" She knelt down on the floor and pulled me down after her. "Jerry is a true voyeur; he loves to watch!"

Marina pushed me down onto my back and undid the last button on the shirt I was wearing. "Yum, yum!" She lifted the nightgown around her waist and straddled my face, then dove forward. As soon as she started licking my pussy, I had a small come. She pulled away and said, "Hey, no come. You guys didn't fuck?"

Jerry answered, "Sorry, we did what you're doing!"

I didn't care. Marina had a heavy load of my Daddy's jism in her pussy and it was starting to leak out, so I concentrated on licking and sucking and swallowing. She gasped and started working me over as well. We both came, big time, twice before we rolled apart.

"God, I need a drink!", she announced, then kissed us both again and climbed to her feet.

I laughed and looked at Jerry, and was pleased to see a nice lump in his pants. The pill had worked! I reached over and rubbed it and confirmed it was nice and stiff. "Want to go back down to the bedroom?", I asked.

"No, let's watch for the moment. Hold on a second." He stood up and went over to the corner, where he picked up a small padded footstool and brought it back and set it before our armchair. He positioned me kneeling on the floor behind it, leaning forward over it, so that my ass was turned up and my tits were mashed down into the cushion. "Let me do all the work."

I groaned happily as he began touching me all over, his fingers moving slowly up my legs and around my hips and ass, up my spine and down my sides, over my shoulders and under my tits. It wasn't a massage, but it was extremely exciting, especially once he started fingering my pussy and asshole. I was thrusting back at his fingers, moaning and whimpering as he played with me. I never did notice when he managed to undo his pants. Just suddenly his fingers left my pussy and his cock slipped in. That was so good! He was big and thick and filled me totally! He fucked me long and slow, not pounding me, but with long strokes where the head almost came out and then he pushed in until his balls were slapping my pussy lips. I was in heaven!

After my second come, I looked at him over my shoulder. "Put it in my ass!", I pleaded.

"You like that?", he asked with a smile.

"I love it!" I reached back and spread my buttcheeks. A minute later he pulled out and I could feel him probing with his cock for my asshole. I took a deep breath as he stretched it open, and he managed to seat it firmly. He pushed it in incredibly slowly, all in a single thrust, and I just went crazy! I was moaning and groaning and urging him on, and he started to slowly fuck my asshole. He must have enjoyed the ride, because he came in my ass a few minutes later.

I groaned as he pulled out, then we slowly got to our feet and headed off to the bathroom. We stripped off our clothing and stepped into the shower, having a pleasantly erotic time, even if neither of us came. Once cleaned up, we toweled off and I followed Jerry back down the hallway to the bedroom we had left my dress in. The bedroom was still empty.

I lounged on the bed, propped up on an elbow, and watched as Jerry pulled his pants on. "Leaving so soon? The party is just getting started."

"Amber you have worn me to a frazzle! If I was half my age, I'd snap you up in a heartbeat. That assumes my heart would still be beating!"

"Oh, enough of that! They say you're as young as you feel, and you felt great to me!", I countered.

Jerry grinned. "Maybe so, but I don't think my gun is going off again tonight. Hey, let me ask you something..." I looked at him curiously and nodded for him to continue. "Well, it's like I told you earlier. I'm in town on business until Monday night. Would you do an old man a favor and go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?"

"You're not old!", I protested.

"Well?"

I shrugged pleasantly. "Well, why not. I'm not busy. What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, nothing special, Dinner and drinks, maybe a nightcap later."

And maybe that nightcap would turn into an all-nighter, I thought to myself. Well, it wasn't as if fucking Jerry had been an imposition — it had been great! I could easily see spending an evening, in or out of bed, with him. "It sounds wonderful."

"You wouldn't have a jealous boyfriend or have to break a date?"

"No boyfriends, no dates.", I admitted.

"The boys around here must be stupid!", he exclaimed. "I'd have snapped you up in a minute in those days."

"That's the problem with boys, isn't it. I prefer men." I smiled as I said it, and licked my lips. I lay back and spread my legs and lifted my knees, showing pink. "Are you sure you can't stay a little while longer?"

There must have been just enough of the drug in his system to cause him to stir to life. He dropped his pants down and stroked his semi-hard cock erect, then crawled onto the bed with me. We didn't get fancy this time; he just got on top and fucked the living shit out of me! Jesus was he good! He didn't come a lot when he came, but I made up for him. I was very happy with the evening, and as we walked to the door, him dressed and me nude, we made arrangements for Saturday night.



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Chapter 14

That was basically it for me for the night as well. I had some more wine and snacks, but when Mom and Daddy were ready to go, I was already dressed.

I told my parents I was going out with Jerry the next day, at brunch. It was kind of obvious they weren't real thrilled with the idea. I mean, I was 18 and he was like 65. Still, it wasn't like they didn't know what was going to happen. Both Daddy and Mom had watched Jerry buttfuck me at the party the previous night! Besides, like I told Jerry then, I liked men, not boys. And boy was he a good fuck!

I borrowed from Mom's closet again for the evening, since she had a lot more classy clothes than I did, by a long shot. We were going to dinner at a 'nice' restaurant, by which I took him to mean a classy place. Jeans and a t-shirt were definitely out of the question. I found a very nice black halter-topped dress. It was clingy, with a tie around the neck, mostly open back, and several very long slits up the leg to mid-thigh. It looked very classy and very sexy; it clung to me (and Mom, for that matter) like a second skin. No way was I going to wear panties. I just pulled on some long black thigh tops and black ankle strapped high heels.

I also 'borrowed' a black beaded clutch purse; I carried my wallet, a lipstick, my vibrator, and a tube of KY. If anybody looked inside, I was so busted!

I was expecting Jerry to show up about 8:00 or so, and I was dressed and having some iced tea with my Mom in the kitchen when the doorbell rang at 7:30. We looked at each other and headed out to the front door, and met Daddy coming from the den. He got there first and opened it to see Jerry standing there in a charcoal plaid suit. "Good evening.", he said. "I think I might be early."

"Good evening.", said Daddy. "Come in." He opened the door wide, then stepped to the side.

Jerry stepped inside and kissed me on the cheek, then kissed Mom on the cheek and handed her a bouquet of roses. "Clarice, isn't it? I know where Amber gets her beauty from."

Mom blushed furiously and buried her face in the roses, inhaling deeply. "They're beautiful. Thank you... Jerry, isn't it?"

"Jerry Varrel.", he agreed with a nod.

Daddy was halfway forward with his hand held out when he stopped. "Varrel... Varrel... Why do I know that name?" Jerry looked at him curiously. "Isn't there a Varrel Builders in L.A.?"

Jerry nodded. "That's my company. We're in construction. That's the reason I'm in town. I have an appointment with a local builder on Monday."

Dad stared at him with his mouth open. "You're meeting with Roger Baker, right? Of Baker and Campbell, right?"

Now it was Jerry's turn to stare. "Yes. How did you know?"

"I'll be damned!", Daddy exclaimed. "I'm Tom Campbell! I'm Roger's partner!" He looked over at me and then back to Jerry. "I will be damned!"

He held his hand out and Jerry shook it. "I hadn't planned to meet you this way.", he commented. "I feel like I'm back in high school and picking up my date from her parent's house."

"Well, you are, aren't you?", said Daddy wryly, at which Jerry snorted good-naturedly and laughed, shaking his head. "Do I need to ask if you are going to bring my daughter home at a reasonable hour?"

"Oh, absolutely!"

It was my turn to laugh and snort — I had already told Mom that it was more than likely I would be having breakfast with Jerry, and not with her and Daddy. She promised to work Daddy over tonight so that he'd sleep late.

Jerry glanced at his watch, and Daddy said, "I'll let you two kids go. I think I'll stick my head in on your meeting on Monday."

"Excellent. I think you'll like my proposal." He crooked his arm at me and I tucked my arm in his. We went outside as Mom and Daddy watched from the doorway (like a high school date!) Only instead of Bobby's Buick, there was a long black limo in the driveway, with a driver in a black uniform standing by the open rear door.

"Wow!", I exclaimed.

Jerry laughed. "It's not like it's a stretch limo!"

"Yeah, but wow!"

He laughed again, and we waved at my parents, then he ushered me into the limo and climbed in after me. I looked around eagerly. It wasn't as big as some, since it didn't have seats running up the sides. It just had a very nice and comfortable row in the rear and a very comfortable row facing the back. Six or seven people could comfortably sit there, facing each other, and stretch their legs out. "Amber, I have two choices when I visit a city. Take a lot of cabs, wait for cabs, never get receipts, talk to a lot of cabbies who don't speak English." He smiled, then continued, "Or Option Two, hire a limo for the time I spend in town. If you check into it, you'd find out that it isn't really that much more expensive."

By now we were out of the driveway and heading towards the city. Jerry reached over and pushed a hidden panel on the side of the limo and a door popped open; he reached inside and pulled out a pair of long and thin glasses, flutes I've heard they're called. Then he opened a small refrigerator built into the back and pulled out a bottle. "Some champagne?", he asked with a smile. I held out the glasses and waited while he popped the cork, then he poured for us and set the bottle to the side. "To a beautiful lady.", he toasted.

"And a very handsome gentleman.", I replied. "You know, actually I have been in a limo once before, a big stretch one last year."

"Oh?"

I nodded and sipped my champagne. I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not, it was sort of sweet but dry, and the bubbles tickled my nose. "Yeah. Last year, Hailey Mills, she's one of my friends from school, she won this radio contest and got a bunch of tickets to a Brooks and Dunn concert, you know, with backstage passes and a limo ride to and from the show, for like eight people! Anyway, she invited seven of us from class, all girls, and we met over at her house, and this gigantic stretch Hummer showed up. It was all white, and it was huge! It was so awesome."

Jerry laughed and poured us some more champagne. "Those things are very flashy, but not real practical. They usually get a lot of use for hauling entire wedding parties around, and such."

"How much does something like that cost?", I asked.

Jerry looked blank. "No idea, really." He nudged a button and a divider rolled down between the front seat and the rear compartment. "Tony?"

The driver glanced at us in the mirror. "Yes, Mister V?"

"You guys have any of those stretch Hummers, you know the giant limo versions?"

Tony grinned widely. "Planning a big party, Mister V?"

Jerry chuckled. "Not hardly. What do they run?"

"Yes, we have one. The thing's a real beast, too. I mean, you don't get miles per gallon, you get gallons per mile, if you get me." We both nodded in understanding. "I don't handle billing, but probably a couple of Gs, give or take. Depends on how long you want it for, wedding, night out, whatever."

"I figured as much. Thanks, Tony." Jerry raised the divider again.

We sipped our champagne some more, and then I got this truly wicked idea. I gave Jerry a sly smile. "Do we have to be anywhere at a specific time?"

"No, not really." Jerry looked at me curiously.

I grinned wickedly at him. "Ever, you know, done it in a limo?" I waggled my eyebrows at him.

Jerry's eyes opened wide, and he smiled. "Not in many a long year." He smiled again, then hit a small toggle switch on the door. "Jerry?"

"Yes, Mister V?", came from a speaker in the ceiling.

"Why don't we take the scenic route for awhile. "I'll let you know when we can head towards the restaurant."

"Yes, Mister V!"

There was a muted click as the intercom went off, then Jerry turned back to me and smiled at me curiously. I had been sitting on the bench seat across from him, facing backwards, and I smiled back. I handed him my glass, then knelt down on the floor in front of him. Jerry stretched his legs out comfortably. I reached behind my neck and undid the halter top of my dress, to let it down to my waist and exposed my tits; I didn't want to get come on my dress! Then I leaned forward and undid his zipper and pulled his pants down, along with his shorts. Jerry's cock was already starting to firm up, so I helped it along by stroking it with my hands.

Jerry murmured happily as I fisted him, then moaned in pleasure when I started sucking his cockhead. His cock tasted just as nice tonight as it had at the party. I wanted to show him a good time, and give him a good come before dinner, then when we went back to his place, we could have a good fuck before he needed one of his pills. Jerry was a pretty good lover, and I wanted as many comes as I could get from him!

I slobbered on his cock and sucked it hard, stroking fast and rolling his nuts in my fingertips. He really liked it when I slipped a finger down between his legs and tickled his asshole. About a minute later he wrapped his hands in my hair and groaned. His hips lifted off the seat and his cock got real thick and come started spurting into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, then licked him clean. We were both breathing heavily when I finished and sat back on my heels.

Jerry looked at me cross-eyed for a moment. "Now it's my turn to say wow. Wow!"

I grinned and crawled back onto the front bench seat. I pulled my top back up and tied it in place, then jiggled my tits back into their proper place. Jerry pulled his shorts and pants back up and redid his clothing. It took him longer.

"I wanted to make you feel good, Amber.", commented Jerry.

"I enjoyed it, too, Jerry." I smirked at him. "You can make it up later."

Jerry winked at me. "Count on it!" He ordered Tony to drive us to the restaurant, and I was glad I had worn Mom's dress. It was definitely an awful lot classier than Bella Milano Pizzeria! We were led to our table, and Jerry elected to sit at my side, rather than across from me. He must have been there before and they knew him, because they never asked me for a driver's license, but simply asked me what I wanted. Normally I get carded, even if I am trying to look older, which I had been, and I carry a fake license with me just in case. Tonight we went with mixed drinks, and he had a Seven-and-Seven while I had a Black Russian.

"So, how did you get to know Marina?", asked Jerry.

I smiled at that. "Well, the first time was actually at a party, though we didn't meet. We simply saw each other across the room. Later, though, we met at the station, and managed to get together."

Jerry looked a little surprised. "You work at the television station with Marina?"

I nodded. "Uh huh! I mean, I'm just a summer intern and all, but she recognized me and we started talking."

"So is that what you want to do, be a reporter?"

"No. I just like working in a newsroom, maybe as a news director or producer. I am really enjoying this job, it's so cool!"

Jerry smiled. "I would have thought you'd be in the home business with your father."

I made a funny face at him. "Thanks, but no thanks. I've been around his office on occasion and it seems kind of boring."

Jerry laughed loudly at this. "Well, you wouldn't like commercial construction then, either."

"Is that what your company, what is it Varrel Homes..."

"Varrel Builders.", he said, interrupting me.

"... Varrel Builders does? Commercial construction? What's that, buildings and offices?"

He nodded. "Office buildings and industrial parks, that sort of thing. We don't get into residential very much. Actually, that's why I came out here, to meet with a reputable local outfit, which just happens to be you father's outfit. We're doing some work here and have an opportunity to do some residential work relating to it, and we really aren't set to do it in-house."

I nodded in semi-understanding. I live in a house; I don't claim to understand building and selling them. "Daddy and Roger can help you.", I said confidently. "So how did you get to know Marina?"

Jerry smiled. "That was several years ago, way back to when she was just getting into the news business. She had to do some interview of a local businessman about rising housing costs and picked me, which just shows how little she knew about housing. About two seconds into the interview I had to tell her what I told you; that we weren't in the housing business. I gave her a name or two to talk to, then I asked her out on a date."

"And she accepted."

"Yep. We went out for quite awhile, at least until she moved to a TV station in Utah. After that, she came here, to Phoenix. We stay in touch. When we're in the same town together, we go out for dinner, drinks, you know."

I smiled at that. I was planning on getting some more 'you know' after dinner, as much as Jerry could provide.

Jerry continued, "Say, have I told you yet just how pretty you look tonight?"

I blushed and smiled. "No, but thank you."

"Let me make it up to you." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small oblong case and placed it in front of me. "Here, try that on for size."

I opened the case, to find a diamond tennis bracelet inside! "Oh my God!" My jaw dropped as I stared at it. I was wearing a pair of diamond stud earrings, but I didn't have anything as nice as this. Mom does, as presents from Daddy, of course, but not me, and she wouldn't let me borrow them.

Jerry reached over and took my left arm, pulling it towards him and straightening it out. I felt numb and stared as he pulled the bracelet out and draped it on my wrist, then set the clasp from the other side. "Too big? Too small?"

"Oh my God! Jerry, I can't accept this!", I gasped. "It's... it's..."

He laughed and said, "Well, of course you can! I've never met a beautiful young woman who won't accept a present. No strings attached."

I looked up at him at this. "Hmmm?"

"No strings, I said. It's just a present from an old man, alone in town, saying thank you for a marvelous weekend."

I gaped at him and the bracelet, and tried to protest, but my heart wasn't in it. It was just too pretty, the way it caught and reflected the light. Finally I just stopped and leaned towards him. I kissed him on the cheek and whispered into his ear, "Maybe later I can model it for you, you know, me, my jewelry, and nothing else."

He whispered back, "I sort of was hoping for that."

I sat back and licked my lips lewdly for him, which earned a chuckle. We continued talking through dinner and drinks about my plans for college, and how he had gotten his start in the construction business. He had never been to college, but gotten into construction after being drafted into the Army back at the beginning of the Sixties. He had become a foreman, then at some point he had a chance to become a partner with the owner and had jumped at it. He eventually bought the guy out and just started expanding, following the crazy southern California office boom. It was very interesting, even if I didn't quite understand everything he was saying about the construction business.

"What do your parents think of you going out with me?", he asked.

I gave him a good-natured shrug. "I can't say for sure. They knew we were going out, I mean, and they know I won't be coming back until very, very late. Considering our lifestyle, I don't think we're doing anything unusual." I gave him a smile. "If I know my parents, Mom's probably going to get dressed up sexy and work Daddy over tonight."

Jerry chuckled at that. "How did you ever get involved in, well, you know, with your parents." Even though we were keeping our voices low, we were still trying to be discrete. It was much better than him asking, out loud, 'How did you get into the gangbang scene with your parents?'

"Long story.", I commented. "Basically, my folks were having a party one night when I was supposed to be away, and my plans changed suddenly. I came home and tried to sneak in, and found this insane party going on. The next thing you know, a couple of fellows, who assumed I was supposed to be there, came on to me and before I knew it, well, I was in the middle of things. That's how my parents found me later that evening."

"What, they saw you?"

I nodded, even though I was thinking, 'Yeah, sort of, Mom saw me munching her muff and Daddy saw his cock up my ass!' "Basically. We had a long talk the next day, and they decided I was mature enough to join in and go to parties. Ever since, we talk about what is happening and where I'm going and with whom. They know that when I go out that I might be..." I gave him a smile and ran a finger along his hand.

"They sound very understanding." He took my hand in his and squeezed it in promise of things to come.

I felt my pussy flooding as I got really horny! I was all for skipping out on dessert and heading back to Jerry's hotel for as much sex as he could handle, but Jerry played a slower game, and we ended up flirting through the rest of dinner, dessert, and coffee. Finally, just when I couldn't stand any more delay, he signaled for the check and we left. I had to stop off in the ladies room to wipe the juice off my pussy before it started running down my legs!

Once again, Tony loaded us into the limo, and I ended up sitting facing Jerry from the front bench seat with him on the rear. Once again, he opened up the hidden compartments and pulled out a pair of champagne flutes and a bottle of champagne. He handed me the flutes and then, before he opened the bottle, hit the intercom button. "Jerry?"

"Yes, Mister V?", came back the tinny reply.

"Let's take the scenic route for a bit. I'll let you know when to head back."

"Yes, Mister V."

We smiled at each other and Jerry popped the cork on the champagne. I held the glasses as he poured. We sipped our champagne through the first glass, then he set them to the side. It was Jerry's turn to kneel at my feet and return the favor I had done him earlier! I pulled my dress up slowly, letting him see my thighs, then the tops of my stockings, then further up, so that her could see my pussy. I spread my legs and slumped down slightly, exposing myself. I slid a finger between my pussylips, wetting it with pussy juice, then held it out to him and made him lick me off my finger. I reached up and undid my halter top, pushing it down around my waist, and pulled my dress higher and spread my legs wide. "Time for dessert, Jerry."

Jerry grinned and loosened his tie, and took off his jacket. He lowered his face between my legs and made a three course meal out of his dessert. He was simply a fantastic pussylicker! He would nibble on my upper thighs and lips, lick me, suck me, nip at my clit and then try to inhale it. I was going into overload, shrieking as he mouthed my pussy, and I just know that Tony had to have heard me through the divider! I was screaming and begging for Jerry to eat me and fuck me.

I forgot how many times I came that way, and it was with glazed eyes that I looked at Jerry as he pulled his face from my pussy. His entire face was shiny with pussy juice and even his mustache was wet. He just smiled at me and undid his pants. His cock was stiff and he simply pushed it right into my gaping pussy. My back arched and I gave a silent cry as I came again. Jerry fucked me hard, pounding into me. My tits were jiggling as he slam-fucked me. He groaned and grunted as he spewed into me. I simply sagged into the cushions in exhaustion.

"Jesus, Jerry!", I gasped as I caught my breath. "That was... that was..." I was speechless. He was simply awesome!

Jerry climbed off the floor of the limo and sat down on his seat, his limp dick hanging between his legs. He was breathing hard, too, but after a moment he rooted through the secret compartments of the limo and came up with some tissues. We used them liberally to wipe our crotches and faces. We finished off the champagne and got dressed, and our breathing was normal by the time he hit the intercom and ordered us back to his hotel.

If Tony knew what had happened, he never said a word. He had to have known, though, since the back of the limo reeked of raw sex! Jerry led me inside and directly to the elevators. I slipped an arm through his and we waited demurely as we rode the elevator to his floor. We were both temporarily sated.

Jerry let us into his suite and immediately excused himself and went off to the bathroom. I stayed by the window, looking out at the night skyline until I felt him approach from behind. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck, but it was my turn for the bathroom. "Sorry, Jerry, but it's my turn now."

"A drink?", he asked.

"Sure. White wine?", I responded.

I went down the hallway of his suite and found the bathroom easily enough. Once inside, I decided to make myself comfortable for the rest of the evening. I stripped off my dress and hung it on the hook behind the door, then used the toilet. Afterwards, I freshened myself up, cleaned up from our last fuck, and touched up my makeup. I adjusted my stockings and headed back down the hall to Jerry. I left my dress and bag in the bathroom.

"Love the outfit!", commented Jerry as I came up to him. He handed me a glass of wine and clinked it with his.

"I told you I'd model the jewelry for you." I waved my arm at him and the bracelet glittered. He smiled and we stood there sipping our wine. He had already removed his jacket and tie, but otherwise was still dressed. In between sips I took it upon myself to help him get more comfortable. First I peeled his shirt off, then I knelt down and pulled off his shoes and socks. I gave it a break then, and we had some more wine, then I undid his zipper and pulled off his slacks. He had a huge bulge in his shorts, which I rubbed softly, then we finished off the bottle of wine.

I needed some more. I wasn't sure but I suspected Jerry had taken one of his magic pills in the limo after he fucked me, so he was more than ready. I took him by the hand and led him down the hallway to his bedroom. I tugged his shorts off and had him lie on his back in the center of the bed. I surveyed the sight hungrily; Jerry was slowly stroking his cock and keeping it ready for me. I just made sort of an animal growl and crawled on top of him, straddling his waist, and sank down with his cock up my pussy. I wanted to be in control!

Damn but he felt good! Jerry had come twice tonight already, and magic pill or no, he was able to last a good long time. I rode him hard, bouncing on his cock, rubbing it against my clit as I rubbed the length against me. Jerry cooperated by alternating his fingers on my tits and pussy, and I came big before he blasted up into me and gave me another come. I collapsed on top of him and we snuggled as we caught our breaths.

It was late, and I wasn't sure whether it was time for me to go home, but Jerry had something else in mind. We climbed off the bed and he pulled down the bedspread and sat down on the sheets, motioning for me to join him. I went into the bathroom and stripped off my heels and stockings, and slipped the bracelet and my earrings into my bag, then crawled under the covers with him. I'd like to say that we got it on one more time, but to be honest, we both fell asleep, Jerry snuggled up spoon fashion behind me. It actually felt very nice; this was the first time I had ever slept with a man!

The next morning I woke with Jerry's morning wood pressed against my ass, so I lifted my leg and allowed him to stuff it in me from behind. We both came hard in a very short time. Afterwards, I told him I needed to shower, so he joined me. He must have popped another magic pill, since he nailed my asshole in the shower, which really felt great! I was on very wobbly knees when I left the shower.

Jerry wanted to have the limo take me home, but I simply had him get me a cab. He promised to call me, and invited me to visit him in LA before the end of the summer. That surprised me, but I promised him I'd think about it.



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Chapter 15

The cab driver took one look at me and leered, then propositioned me. I thought about slapping him but just ignored him. He simply figured that a young blonde leaving a hotel in the early morning dressed in an evening gown was a call girl. I let him drive me home, and gave him the money Jerry had given me for the cab. I wasn't sure whether I should be angry or pleased, to think that men would pay me money for my company. I was not about to undertake a career change!

I got home and found the smell of bacon cooking; it was irresistible! I needed bacon! Rather than head upstairs to change, I went into the kitchen still in Mom's evening dress and heels. I had tossed the stockings into the bag. Surprisingly, I found that my parents had guests over. I had told Jerry that Mom was probably working Daddy over, but she had had a slightly different idea. She had invited the next door neighbors, the McNabbs, over for a party! Daddy and Jeff were barefoot and wearing swim trunks and shirts. Mom and Christy were wearing beach cover-ups and nothing else — it was obvious, since the cover-ups were totally sheer and hiding nothing! Daddy was cooking up bacon and getting the eggs ready while Mom was starting toast and pouring juice.

"Hi guys!", I said brightly as I came into the kitchen. I kissed everybody hello.

"Look at you!", gushed Christy, "so fancy! Your mom said you had a big date, but you really got decked out, didn't you!"

I blushed, but she was right, I did look good! I twirled around once and said, "Thank you!" Then I grabbed a piece of bacon and sat down.

"I'm guessing you are looking for some breakfast.", commented Daddy wryly.

"Please!", I pleaded, batting my eyes at him. He just rolled his own as the others laughed.

I glanced out the back door and found several large beach towels laid out together, and what seemed to be a couple of women's swimsuits. There were also numerous empty beer cans spread around. "You guys fall asleep outside last night?" There were several snorts and chuckles, along with at least one sheepish grin from Jeff.

"So, have fun?", asked Christy.

It felt like I was in the middle of two different conversations. Mom and Christy wanted to know all about my date, where we had gone and what we had done, and they wanted some very graphic details. Daddy and Jeff, on the other hand, and especially Daddy, wanted to know about Jerry, what he was like, his background, what he had talked about in his business, what his plans were for Phoenix, and what he planned to discuss on Monday. I answered everybody as best I could, though it was a very disjointed conversation.

Finally, when we were all finished with breakfast, I stood with my empty plate and set it on the sink. "I need a long hot bath and a nap!", I announced. "I will see you all this evening, whoever is still here!" Mom laughed. I headed upstairs.

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Monday morning it was back to work at the television station. Everything went pretty normally, what with the usual Monday Madness, of cleaning up from the weekend and getting ready for the week's news. Still things changed at the morning break.

I was sitting in the break room with some of the rest of the 'Breakfast Club, ' a group of secretaries and assistants who took breaks together. I was decidedly the junior member, but nobody seemed to care, and we were all women. The break room was actually an oversized glassed-in office that was never actually used as an office. It held the vending machines, a microwave, a gigantic coffee maker, and a battered folding table and leftover battered chairs. It was about a quarter after ten and we were sitting there, four of us including myself, when Judy Schindler looked over my shoulder out into the news office and said, "Be still, my heart!"

The rest of us turned to look at what Judy was seeing, and it was Carol Dempsey who next said, "Oh my God, he's beautiful!"

He was indeed beautiful! He was a man standing there talking to the assistant manager. He was tall, about six-two or six-three, slim, darkly tanned, probably from some Mex in his blood, with curly brown hair, a square jaw with a cleft in it, and what looked liked a very muscular, if wiry, physique under his skintight sport shirt. He looked over at the break room when the assistant manager pointed in our direction and smiled. His perfect teeth were glaringly white. He had dimples. I immediately creamed my panties.

I wasn't alone. Carmen Sanchez, one of the news assistants, moaned and said, "I think I just came!"

Judy and I laughed, and Carol said, "I want to bear his children!", which was hilarious since she was a lesbian.

"Amber?! Amber! AMBER!"

I snapped out of my daze and jumped to my feet and ran out of the break room to where the assistant manager was yelling for me. "Yes, Mister Hayes?" What had I done now?

He ignored my nervousness and said, "Amber, this is Jack Rodriguez. Jack, Amber Campbell." I shyly put my hand out and Mister Beautiful took it and smiled at me again, so that when I creamed my panties a second time the juices ran down my legs and puddled in my shoes. He looked even better up close and personal. Mister Hayes totally ignored the fact that I wanted to tear my clothing off and rub myself against Jack Rodriguez and said, "Jack is responsible for installing an upgrade of the computers around here and you're his assistant."

I mentally dressed myself and looked at the boss in confusion. "Sir?"

"Jack is going to install some equipment and you're his gofer. He'll explain it to you. Just don't screw up." With those encouraging words he turned and headed down the hall. "She's all yours, Jack."

Would that it were so! I turned back to Jack, who had laughed at this, and he said, "Don't worry, I almost never bite." He smiled again and my pussy juices started forming a lake around my ankles. "Come on, let's get some stuff out of the van and I'll explain everything to you."

We went out to a van with the name on the side of some computer company, Techno-Something-Or-Other, and I got the gist of everything on the way and as we unloaded some paperwork and a briefcase. The station replaced computers on a three year cycle, but rather than replace everything all at once, they would replace about a third of the computers every year. This year it was the news department and the executive offices, last year had been daytime programming, and the year before had been a bunch of others; next year the cycle would start all over again.

Jack's job was to determine the specific computers to replace, bring the new ones in, swap them out, and get them talking to the network properly, set up email, yada, yada, yada. My job was to do the scutwork and get yelled at when somebody didn't want to get off their computer. Likewise, you can guarantee that when it became necessary to crawl under a desk to connect the cables, it was me doing the crawling, and you just wouldn't believe the crap under some of those desks!

My first job was finding a cart to haul equipment into the offices, then we moved stuff out of the van and inside. At lunch he took off for more equipment. After lunch, we started doing the work, a few computers at a time, with Jack doing the brainwork and me running around being a gofer.

It was actually sort of interesting. Once you got past the fact that Jack made Mister Universe look sort of ugly, you figured out that he was actually a nice and interesting guy. He explained everything we were doing, without making me feel stupid, especially once he figured out that I had no real idea what computers did except get on the Internet and do email. He was polite and charming, not condescending at all, and a good talker. And God, but was he beautiful!

Tuesday morning was pretty much the same, as we worked our way through the news room. This time, however, at lunch he asked, "Hungry?"

I shrugged and said, "Sure."

"Come on, let's go grab some lunch." I must have looked startled at this. We normally got just a half hour for lunch, and if some people stretched it regularly, you can bet that interns didn't dare! Jack caught my glance at the clock and he grinned. "Listen, anybody says anything, we'll just say you had to come over to the office with me for some gear and tests."

I blinked and mumbled, "Uhh... okay."

"So? Let's go. I'm hungry." He pointed towards the door.

I kind of woke up at that, and scurried off to wash my face and hands. He must have had the same idea, since he met me outside the men's room and led me out to his work van. We went down to the nearest mall and had lunch at an Applebee's. It was actually pretty cool to sit there and have a civilized meal, without worrying about rushing through, even if all I had was a chicken salad and ice tea. I don't really remember all we talked about, but it wasn't about work. He asked me about myself and what I did and where I went to school and what I wanted to do and all sorts of things.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and that night I played with my vibrator again, just like I had Monday night, thinking about Jack. Wednesday morning he announced we were almost done, and he was right. By the morning break we had finished. He ceremoniously shook my hand and said, "Congratulations!", at which we both laughed, since I really didn't have a clue what we had done. Then he threw me for a total loop. "Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?"

"I thought we were through.", I replied.

"We are.", he said with a nod.

"Then why are we going out to dinner?"

"Maybe because I want to go out to dinner with you. Well?"

Okay, so I'm fucking dense. I still wasn't getting it. "Uh, not work? You mean, like just you and me?"

He looked both worried and amused. "Like a date sort of dinner. Listen, Amber, if you don't want to, just say so."

Holy shit! A date sort of dinner! Jack wanted to go out with me on a date! Oh my God! My jaw dropped, but I clamped it closed and quickly nodded, "Yeah, sure, okay!"

"Good! Should we meet here? The restaurant?"

Suddenly I remembered I was still dressed for work. I mean I was clean and presentable, but I wasn't dressed to go out afterwards, at least nothing fancy. I looked down at myself and said, "Uh, I mean, I'm not really dressed..."

Jack waved it off. "It's nothing fancy, Amber, just dinner. Don't get worried."

"Okay. How about we meet here after work?"

He nodded. "Six?" I just nodded in agreement. I would have to stick around after I got off at five, but maybe I could make sure I got cleaned up or something. Jack smiled and waved coyly, then left.

Oh my God! I had a date! This is going to sound really wacky, but I hadn't had a real date since the disastrous night of the prom. I mean, I was getting tons of sex, really hot and great sex, from parties and swaps, but no dates. No boyfriend type dates, anyway. I did have that great date with Jerry Varrel, but he really wasn't boyfriend material. I mean, he was outstanding Sugar Daddy material, but not boyfriend material! I hadn't had a date with a guy my age since before school ended. Jack was, like, in his mid-twenties, but at least we were almost in the same decade. I called home and told Mom I would be out late and not to hold dinner for me.

I worried the whole thing to death the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon, much to the amusement of the other members of the Breakfast Club. By then, everybody at the station knew that the hunky computer guy was taking me out and I was a nervous wreck. Thank God that Marina heard about it! She barged into where I was filing some videotapes with the assistant news director (her boyfriend!) and announced she was taking me away to get me ready for my date. Paul just rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in disgust, but waved the pair of us away.

Marina grabbed my arm and pulled me off to her dressing room. Room is more of a euphemism for closet-with-delusions-of-grandeur. It's not like the stuff you see on TV! There was just enough room for a couple of cheap chairs and a clothes rack and a mirror. "Big date, huh?"

I nodded. "I guess. First date is more like it. I can't go like this!", I said, gesturing down at my clothes. I was wearing fairly typical clothing — blue jeans, t-shirt, Nikes, white socks, and white industrial strength underwear. Not that he would be seeing my underwear — even if I was overwhelmed with desire, my period had started and nobody was getting nothing!

"Hmm...", commented Marina sympathetically. "We do have a problem, don't we?" She tapped her chin thoughtfully for a second, and then said, "Get out of here and go wash up. Go down to the ladies room and wash up as best you can. Let me see what I can find for you."

I scurried down the hall to the bathroom and washed my face and hands, but I couldn't imagine what she was up to. My jeans were clean enough, but my shirt had a coffee stain on it and my sneakers were really ratty. I ran a comb through my hair and went back to Marina's dressing room.

Marina handed me a pair of black high heels and said, "Here, try these on. I think we're the same size, or close enough, anyway." I sat down and kicked off my Nikes and yanked down my socks. The heels were about three inches high and fit me well enough, as long as I wasn't walking long distances. When I said that, she simply commented, "It doesn't matter how well they fit when they're pointed at the ceiling!" That made me blink a bit as I realized what she meant, but I gave her a big grin at that. Next she handed me a black pullover sweater. "Here try this on. I forget where I got this but it's too small for me. Maybe it will fit you."

"Let's give it a shot.", I commented. I stood up and peeled off my stained t-shirt and pulled the sweater into place. It was a touch small for me, too, but not too terribly. More snug than tight. It had a vee neckline which showed some cleavage, and was long enough to cover the waist of my jeans. I looked at her curiously.

Marina nodded, but with an odd look on her face. "It's not bad, and a tight sweater always looks good on a pretty girl, but there's something a bit off." She tapped a finger on her chin again and said, "Lose the bra."

"What?"

"Lose the bra. You've got too many lines showing."

I shrugged and pulled the sweater up and around my neck, then skinned my bra off. I tucked my arms back into it and pulled it down and into place, then adjusted it. "How's that?" I could feel my nipples pushing out against the soft fabric. It felt good!

Marina smiled. "Much better! That actually looks pretty good on you. The neckline attracts the eye to your cleavage and you'll get enough jiggle to really wow the guys. I think you should keep that. I certainly can't wear it." She was right; her big tits would never fit in this, even with a corset!

"I am going to owe you big time!", I told Marina.

She giggled. "I'll collect!" Then she grabbed me by the arm again and pointed me towards the door. "Come on, we're not done yet." She pulled me down the hallway to makeup, which was larger than several of the dressing rooms combined.

Marge Jackson, the fiftyish makeup lady was hovering over Bob Torres, the male anchor for the five o'clock early news. Sue Simkins, the weather girl was sitting in a spare chair waiting her turn and reading the newspaper. She must have been in for just a touchup, though. She is the typical beautiful blonde weathergirl with a great figure and perfect hair, though she is actually a fair bit smarter than she looks. She certainly never seemed to need her makeup redone.

"Sue, you're being bumped! We have an emergency here! We need an immediate makeover!"

Bob looked over curiously and Sue tossed her newspaper aside. "So I've heard. Is this the sacrificial victim I've heard about?"

"Hey, nothing is getting sacrificed tonight!", I protested.

"Nothing but your innocence.", Sue replied. She climbed out of the chair and stepped aside theatrically. "Don't let it be said that I was the one to stand in the way of romance." She pointed me into the chair with a flourish, then sat down in a different one. "So, you and that dreamboat computer guy going out tonight?"

"Uh, huh."

"So, how is he in the sack?"

Marina laughed and Bob spluttered in disbelief, saying, "I think I'm being sexually discriminated against."

"You're being sexually aroused, not discriminated against. There's a difference.", Sue commented.

"Give me a break!", he said.

"That would be your wife's job, not ours." She turned back to me and asked, "Well?"

"How should I know?! It's just a date!"

She teased me some more, much to Marina's enjoyment, while Bob finished up and the rest of us got worked on. Marge was fast and good. I don't wear a lot of makeup, so she simply gave me some lip gloss and touched up my cheeks with some brush-on blush. Oh, and my eyes needed a little highlighting, too. And my hair needed a major brushing out. Actually, by the time she was done, Marina had started doing her own makeup, so I guess it took me a little while. It was almost six by the time we left the room, some of them for the set, and me for my date.

Jack was waiting for me outside the lobby, and I was really glad I was a little late, since he sort got goofy when he saw me. His jaw sort of dropped open for a second and his tongue and eyes almost rolled out. "Whoa!", he exclaimed.

"Do I look all right?", I asked.

"Wow, you look great!", he replied.

"I guess I clean up okay.", I admitted, dragging it out. Come on, I looked pretty good and I knew it and a girl likes a compliment every now and then.

"You clean up great!", he agreed. Then he realized what he was saying and got flustered. "I mean, not that you didn't look great this morning. I mean you look great all the time. I mean..."

"Settle down, sport, I know what you meant." I grabbed his chin and pulled it down to my level and kissed his cheek. "So, what's for dinner?"

He beamed and said, "Well, I wasn't figuring real fancy, but, uh, how about TGI Friday's?"

"That sounds fine." Jack escorted me over to his car, a year old Toyota Corolla, and opened the passenger door for me. Nice service! The restaurant was in a mall only fifteen minutes away, and we got inside in another ten. Mid-week the crowd was manageable. Once we were seated we ordered a couple of beers. I wasn't carded and Jack didn't let on, even though he knew I was only eighteen.

Dinner went on forever, but quickly. I mean, it was late when we left, but the time just flew by. If we talked about me at lunch the other day, tonight I wanted to know all about him. For one thing, Jack was a Mex, but only half Mex; his father was an Anglo like me. His parents had never married, but once his father learned his ex-girlfriend was knocked up, he came forward to do the right thing. Jack got along well with his father, who had never once complained about child support and had helped raise him and took him at least one weekend a month and usually for several weeks during the summer. The two parents remained friendly, even though Jack's mother had remarried. His mother was first generation American, which sort of explained why Jack spoke perfect English without a trace of accent; between an Anglo father and a born-in-the-USA Mex mom, he spoke two languages perfectly with zero accent.

Besides which, he was simply dreamy! He was almost too good looking to be straight. Whether it was the Hispanic blood or just the perfect tan, his skin glowed, and his teeth were like white neon. Whenever he smiled at me I practically orgasmed!

It was way late when we left the place and he drove me back to the station to get my car. I absolutely was not about to go to bed with him tonight. I wanted to, God but I wanted to, but tonight I couldn't! It was so fucking unfair! I was right in the middle of my period. See, my biological clock is absolutely perfect. I work on the perfect lunar cycle, and my period runs like a Swiss watch. Day One, which was Monday, is light, Days Two and Three (tonight) were heavy, Day Four is medium, and Day Five (Friday night) is light. Afterwards I am ready and raring to go. And when I say that yesterday and today are heavy, I'm talking maxi-pads and tampons and no white pants — it's grotesque! (On the plus side, my tits swell up an extra cup size, not that it does me any good otherwise!) I was out of business until Saturday.

Back at my car in the station parking lot, he walked me to the car and pushed forward as I leaned against the door. I felt him move up close against me and his arms went around my waist, then he lowered his face to mine and kissed me on the lips, gently, but not too gentle. I felt like coming again, but if I moaned, it was swallowed up by his kisses. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we swapped tongues for about five minutes. Finally he pulled back, much to the catcalls of the smokers outside the front door, several of whom I knew. "I'd like to take you out this weekend. Friday?"

I felt flushed. Shit! He would want Friday! "Uh, I can't break free Friday. Saturday?" Please, Please, Please!

"Okay, Saturday.", he said and smiled, then leaned back in for some more kisses. If it hadn't been for my fucking period, I'd have offered to bear his children right there in the parking lot! His cock was stiff in his pants and was pushing against me like he wanted to screw me right through my pants! It felt huge and it felt good.

"Saturday.", I said when we broke for air. I needed a cold shower bad!

"Saturday." We kissed some more. Finally, once all the oxygen in my body had burned away, we stopped and I got in my car and drove home. I needed a cold shower, which I took, and which didn't help one little bit! My vibrator was considerably more useful, though the batteries were shot by the time I was done.



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Chapter 16

You may take it for granted that I got razzed horrifically the next day by everyone at the station. By then everyone up to the station manager knew that Marina had gotten me through wardrobe and makeup, that I had a big date, and that I had spent ten to twelve hours necking with him in the parking lot. At least they hadn't reported we had sex on the hood of my car! All the women wanted to know what Jack was like and several of the guys hit on me as well. I just rolled my eyes and tried to ignore it all. Friday was actually pretty normal.

Mom and Dad were in Los Angeles that weekend, visiting Jerry Varrel. It seemed as if Jerry's proposal might work out, actually. Anyway, I was on my own, so I spent most of Saturday getting ready for my date. Jack was picking me up around seven or so, then we'd go out for dinner and a movie. I wanted to look good, but not too good. Saturday night at the movies dressy but not evening gown dressy. I ended up rooting through Mom's stuff and found a black leather miniskirt that she hardly ever wears any more. That, a red sequined tank top with a built in bra, stockings, and heels. No panties. I thought I looked pretty good in it, and when Jack put his hand under my skirt, it would be a very pleasant surprise for him. I spent the afternoon lounging in the bathtub, shaving everywhere and cleaning everything, inside and out, front and back. No matter how kinky we got, I was going to be ready!

Jack got to my house around quarter of seven, and I gave him the quicky tour of the downstairs. I knew that if I showed him the upstairs, that as soon as I saw a bed I'd rape him. We took off and headed out to a very nice restaurant and quickly got seated. Tonight, though, my luck failed. I ordered a pina colada and the waiter asked to see my license. I felt so busted, and Jack looked at me curiously, so I dug through my handbag and pulled out my wallet with the fake ID. I pulled it out and handed it to him. He stared at it curiously. "North Dakota?"

"My family just moved here.", I explained with a smile.

He shrugged and apologized, then handed it back to me, and then took Jack's order of a vodka Collins.

After he left, Jack looked at me and asked, "North Dakota? What was that all about?" I simply handed him my license, which he stared at as well. He passed it back and I stuffed it in my purse. "I didn't know they had cars in North Dakota."

"They don't, just pickup trucks to haul around all the horses.", I told him.

"Where did you get that?"

I grinned. "A friend at school has a mother with a print shop and a laminating machine. For fifty bucks he'll make you a fake license and print it and laminate it after his Mom closes up shop."

"Very enterprising, so American.", he commented. "But North Dakota?"

"Do you know what a North Dakota license looks like?" Jack shook his head negatively. "Nobody else does either. He always uses oddball states like the Dakotas or Maine or Delaware. You can actually find templates and layouts on the Internet, on sites about how not to get conned by fake IDs! He takes a digital photo and plays with it in the computer, Adobe something or other."

"Adobe Photoshop."

"Whatever. Never Arizona, California, New York, or Florida, though." I smiled at him and the waiter who brought out our drinks a moment later.

Jack looked at me curiously. "Why not?"

"He says it's because anyone would know a local driver's license and all the TV shows show cars and licenses from those other states." Jack gave me a very skeptical look, but I just shrugged. "Hey, that's his idea, not mine."

Dinner was excellent and we dawdled over our dessert and drinks. Finally, when the waiter brought out the bill, Jack asked what movie I wanted to see. I gave him a pleasant shrug and said, "Well, why don't we go over to the mall. We can have a few drinks at the Applebee's bar and take a late show in."

Jack smiled at this. I don't think he cared about a movie any more than I did. We spent another couple of hours drinking and dawdling at the Applebee's bar, staying way past the time any of the movies started. Then he commented, "I think we might better be going. I don't think I should drink any more, at least not if I'm driving."

I rubbed a fingernail across the back of Jack's hand and said, "No, probably not. You've seen my place. Where do you live?"

Jack told me the name of an apartment complex on the other side of the city. "Would you like to see it? Maybe we could have a nightcap there."

"I love that idea." I stood and went to the ladies room to freshen up, then rejoined him. It was quiet on the short drive to Jack's place. I think it was totally obvious what was about to take place, even if we weren't yacking about it. Once inside, I tossed my purse on top of his entertainment center and sat on the couch while he poured us a small pair of brandies. Big mistake! That stuff is like firewater! I coughed and he had to set it to one side. I thought I was going to die, but he got me a glass of water.

"I'm sorry.", I said between coughs. "I've never had brandy before."

Jack handed me the water and asked, "Why'd you agree to it? I have some wine or other stuff."

I shrugged and wiped away the tears in my eyes. "I don't know. I suppose everyone in the movies or TV has brandy. It's sophisticated, I suppose."

"It's an acquired taste.", he replied.

"What is that stuff?"

Jack laughed and sat down on the couch. "It's distilled wine." I looked confused. "It's like drinking whiskey straight. If you can't do that, you can't do brandy. It's really just a flavored sort of whiskey." He held his arms out to me and I slid onto his lap, sitting sideways, and put an arm around his neck. I had been waiting for this moment for most of the past week! I promptly stopped worrying about my mistake and settled down. Jack wrapped his arms around my waist and we leaned in and started kissing each other.

God, was this good! I had almost forgotten just how much I had enjoyed kissing him on Wednesday night. Almost. Now, tonight, we picked right back up, and I could feel his cock stiffen under my ass where I was sitting on him. Tonight we'd do more!

Jack must have been feeling the same way, because I began creaming my nonexistent panties when I felt his run a finger along my arm and shoulder and then down my side. My body felt like it was burning up, and I shivered at Jack's touch. Then he brought a finger up and slipped the string on my left shoulder to the side, pulling it down. Jack's lips slipped from mine, to trail down my cheek, to my throat and neck. I moaned as he touched me. When he slipped my top lower and ran a finger over my breast, my back arched and I had a small come. Next was the other half of my top, and a moment later it was below the level of my tits and he was touching them and kissing them, and I was crying and moaning as I squirmed on his lap.

I began to undo Jack's shirt buttons, though every time he touched me I was incredibly distracted. His breathing was getting heavy and harsh; mine was way beyond that! When he slipped a hand under the hem of my skirt and slid it north, he first touched the skin of my thighs, which was like an electric shock. When he got to my gushing pussy, I cried out as I came. I was humping against him feverishly, while he fingerfucked me and sucked my nipples. I was in heaven!

That was the point where any control either of us had was totally lost. I began undoing Jack's clothing and he began pushing my top down and my skirt up. We both wanted it bad! I found myself laying on the couch with him on top, his shirt open and my hands pushing his pants down, and then, BANG, he was in me. We were kissing and I was moaning and Jack was pounding into me. I never had a chance to even look at his cock, but it felt fat and long and very, very, hard. I was coming like crazy when Jack's back arched and he slammed his cock deep into my pussy and unloaded. I held on to him with all my might as I cried out with my orgasm. Jesus, but he was good!

After what seemed like forever, Jack sagged weakly down and collapsed in my arms. I was almost in tears, it felt so good, so I spent the next few minutes kissing and nibbling at his neck and shoulder as he softened inside me. When his cock slipped out, he stirred alive and crawled off. He smiled and looked down at the wreckage we had made of our clothes, and said, "Wow. Uh, I guess we got a little carried away."

I grinned up at him and nodded. "I like to get carried away like that." I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself up and kissed him again. "Think we can get carried away again?"

His eyes lit up. "Yeah!" Jack climbed to his feet, a little unsteadily, I was proud to notice.

I climbed off the couch with come running down my thighs. "Bathroom?"

Jack pointed. "Down the hall, second door."

I took five minutes to take care of business, including freshening up, touching up my makeup, and cleaning my pussy up. I debated briefly, very briefly, keeping my clothing on. It was going to come off any minute now, no matter what. I pulled the tank top off and unzipped my mother's miniskirt and stepped out of it. I decided to leave the stockings and heels on, though I straightened the stockings. I brushed my hair out, turned off the light, and stepped out into the hallway.

Jack was in the kitchen, still dressed, though he had kicked off his shoes and socks and hadn't bothered buttoning his shirt. He smiled at me as he examined me. "Care for some wine?"

"Yes. For some reason I'm very thirsty?"

"Not brandy, though."

"Not brandy."

Jack chuckled and handed me a glass of white wine. "I love the outfit."

"I thought you might." I took his hand and led him back to the living room. Jack grabbed the bottle he had poured from and brought it with us. This time he sat in an armchair (I hope we didn't stain his couch!) and I sat on his lap. We sipped our wine and Jack rubbed his hands all over my body. My nipples felt like little bullets! It felt wonderful.

"God, you're beautiful.", he whispered to me.

I shivered as much from his words as from how he was touching me. I slipped a hand inside his open shirt and caressed his rock hard body. "So are you.", I said with a giggle. He really was, too. He was slim, but like I first saw when he came to the station, his body was wiry and very muscular. He really had six-pack abs. Hell, it was a twelve-pack, he was so ripped! "What do you do to stay in shape?"

Jack smiled and dipped a finger into his wine, then traced a circle around one of my nipples. He licked it off, then whispered, "I chase young blondes around!"

I kissed him, and said, "I'm not running anywhere. Well? Run? Weights? What?"

"I run."

"Are you a sprinter or more long distance?", I asked lewdly.

"I am a fucking marathoner when inspired!", he said with a laugh.

He picked me up in his arms and carried me out of the living room. I grabbed the glasses and the wine bottle, and he carried me down the hall towards the bedroom. He gently laid me down on the bed and stood there, smiling. Then, as I sipped my wine, he stripped naked, tossing his clothes on the floor, and stood there and picked up his own wineglass. His cock looked magnificent. This was the first really good look I'd had of it. It was a good eight inches long, a couple of inches thick, with a bright purple head and a very pleasant curve to it as it jutted forth and aimed towards the ceiling. I set my wineglass on the nightstand, and positioned myself on the bed, my legs slightly separated.

"Jack, make love to me.", I asked softly.

He set his glass next to mine and smiled, a kind smile. "Yes.", he murmured as he sat next to me on the bed and lay down, then turned towards me. He straightened out and I turned towards him as well, so that we were on our sides.

I still had on my stockings and heels, and when I wrapped one leg over his, I realized I was still dressed, sort of. "Jack, maybe I should take off my stockings?" I sat up and moved to remove my shoes.

Jack took my hands and kissed them. "Don't. You are so beautiful." I looked at him curiously. "I love seeing you like this, I am so turned on!" He pushed me back on the bed and began kissing me all over, my tits, down to my belly button, lower to my clit and then back up again. I began going crazy all over again, moaning and crying and writhing around. He was relentless, forcing me to come over and over.

It was too much! I struggled out from under him and pushed him back onto the bed and then crawled over him, straddling his waist. I grabbed his cock and aimed it at my soaking wet pussy and slid down on it, quickly, so that it was well and truly stuffed up in me. Jack groaned, and I started riding him. I lowered myself down so he could lick my nipples, and he guided my ride with his hands on my hips and ass. We screwed a long and good screw before he moaned and came. I was already coming when I felt his cock expand and pulse.

I groaned and collapsed on top of him. "Wow. You really are a marathoner!"

He grunted and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his come running down out of my pussy onto his crotch. "Stamina, that's what's important." He was breathing heavy (well, so was I!) and we cuddled together. I was hoping for another round, to see if his stamina was that good.

After a moment, I rolled off his chest and grabbed the wineglasses and poured us another, finishing off the bottle. He looked at me and said, "I shouldn't drive, I mean, if you need to go home tonight."

I shook my head. "I don't."

He looked relieved. "I was hoping you would stay." He lay back on the bed and we lounged there for a bit, drinking and finishing off our wine. Then I really did take off my heels and stockings, and we slipped under the sheets after Jack ran around and turned off all the lights. We didn't go right to sleep, though. We turned towards each other to cuddle and kiss, and shortly thereafter I found myself on my back, with Jack on top and his stiff cock in my come soaked pussy. This really was a marathon! We were both exhausted by the time we finished and fell asleep.

The next morning I decided I loved sleeping with a man. I had enjoyed it with Jerry and I really enjoyed it with Jack. There is something about waking up with a man's arms around you, a stiff cock pressed against your butt, protected and aroused all at the same time. I knew I could never live on my own, I would have to live with a lover, a husband, a friend. I hugged Jack's arm around me tightly and smiled in my semi-awake state.

There was a strangeness about it as well, as if I had a hot weight on my hip, something separate from Jack's arm around my waist and under my tits. And there was a sort of hum in the room I couldn't identify. I cracked open my eyes and looked down my body. A large furry face stared back at me.

"Aaacck!", I screamed and bolted upright, clutching the sheets around me.

"What the... ?" Jack stirred awake and stared at what I was pointing at, now at the foot of the bed. "What's wrong?"

"There's a cat in here!"

It took him a second to focus. "Yeah." He wiggled his fingers at the cat, which came forward towards us. "This is Mister Jinx. Come here, Jinx." The cat, which was a large and furry orange tiger stripe, allowed Jack to pull him closer. "Jinx runs the place, he just lets me pay the rent." He scratched the cat under the chin and it began to purr loudly.

"I didn't know you had a cat.", I said lamely. "He wasn't here last night."

Jack shrugged. "He was here. He was just hiding. Jinx is a 'fraidy cat.' He was simply in a closet somewhere until he got used to you being here."

I ventured a finger out and tried to scratch him but he bolted and ran into the closet. "Oops."

"You don't have cats?"

"Or dogs. Mom has allergies. I was just surprised, is all." I surveyed our nakedness under the covers. "Good morning.", I said with a smile.

Jack smiled and replied, "Morning, beautiful.", to me and moved closer. I could see his stiff cock under the covers. Jack pushed me down onto the bed sideways and sidled up behind me, so I shifted slightly, raising a leg up, and Jack slipped his cock into me from behind. Lord, that felt glorious! We made for a slow motion early morning fuck, with Jack reaching around to play with my tits while I moaned and bucked back against him. He was insatiable, thank God! Eventually it was his turn to groan and buck into me and fill me again.

"Good morning!", I said brightly, turning over to snuggle against him. My morning breath was something awful, so I didn't kiss him. Jack must have felt the same way; he muttered something back, then crawled out and headed for the bathroom. I heard him peeing, then brushing his teeth, then he was back in the bed with me. I climbed out and did the same, finding he had left a toothbrush still in the wrapper on the counter for me, then climbed back into bed. "Good morning!", I repeated, then kissed him full and hard on the lips.

"Good morning!", he agreed.

God, he looked good! I started kissing down his body, inhaling his very manly perfume of sex sweat and come. It was a major turn-on, and I kept going lower, kissing and licking that incredible body. His cock was still limp when I took him in my mouth. I started sucking him as he slowly stiffened, then began playing with his balls.

"No, not like that.", he said. Curious, I stopped and looked up at him. "Sorry, they're just too sensitive for that."

"Sorry.", I said contritely. I pumped his shaft a little.

"Not your fault. That's just the way I am. Play with anything you like, just not my nuts."

I giggled. "So, if I want to suck your cock until you scream and come in my mouth, that would be good?!"

"Just don't play with my balls.", he agreed with a smile.

I turned back and began sucking his cockhead and jacking his shaft. My position wasn't quite right for deep throat, but Jack wasn't minding. He had his hands in my hair, directing me while half talking to himself and me. "Mmmm... don't stop... like that... like that... yes, yes... more... don't stop... yes, yes, YES!" At the last, his back arched and his cock drove deeper into my mouth. I could feel the come pulsing up his shaft under my fingers, and started swallowing. He had very nice tasting come. Some guys are salty or sour; Jack's was sweet. I sucked him down, then looked at him and obscenely licked my lips.

We snuggled some more and ended up asleep again. When we woke again late Sunday morning, we decided to take a shower together, which didn't save any water but did get us both well fucked again, then we dressed and Jack drove us over to a Denny's for breakfast. I made it home by noon, and Jack kissed me good-bye with a promise to call later.



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Chapter 17

So — I had a boyfriend! Well, not that afternoon, not officially, anyway. Mom and Daddy flew back from LA early afternoon and I had to drive to the airport and pick them up, and when we got back, Jack had already called and left a message to call him. That made it official! I had a boyfriend! I immediately ran up to my room and closed the door and called him, much to my parents' amusement. I came downstairs an hour later and felt like I was glowing.

It didn't take a whole lot of prodding for Mom to work out how my date had gone and what had happened afterwards. Daddy didn't say much. He just made a bunch of grunts and groans and rolled his eyes an awful lot. Mom laughed a lot more.

Our next date was going to be Wednesday night. It wasn't really a date, but more dinner at his place. Well, I was pretty sure we'd end up eating sometime that night! I had to work Thursday morning so I couldn't stay the night. I'd have gone over Monday night — and Tuesday night and Thursday night and... well, anyway, that wouldn't work out. Jack was going to school, part time and nights, working on a Master's, and even though it was the summer, he had an evening course Tuesday and Thursday nights. If I wanted to see him before next weekend, and I really wanted to see him, then it would have to be Wednesday night.

I explained it to Mom. She nodded in acquiescence and laid out a few ground rules. It was summer, so the no dating on weekdays didn't apply. However, I had a job now, a real job, so I had to be home nights and get up on time. "Honey, we know you're growing up, and you're not in school anymore, but you do live here and we are still responsible, so your father and I both think we should still have a few rules.", she explained.

Daddy looked up from his newspaper and grunted in agreement. He can be such a chicken at times! I felt like clucking at him.

"Uh, okay, I guess. What about weekends?", I asked.

"What about them?"

"Well, can I stay out overnight?" I hadn't really told them that I had already stayed the night at Jack's, but they knew I had spent a night with Jerry Varrel already.

She shrugged and nodded. "Weekends only, and we need to know where you will be and with who. And you need to tell us beforehand, understand?"

Excellent! I could see Jack whenever I wanted weekdays as long as I got home that night, and spend weekends with him. I hugged her and got up and went over to Daddy in his easy chair and leaned over and kissed him on top of his head. He has a bald spot starting in the back, and when I kissed him there, he swatted at me with his newspaper. "Thanks, guys. Right now all we are planning is some dinner Wednesday night, and probably I'll see him this weekend. I'll let you know."

Daddy grunted in acknowledgement and Mom waved me away.

I could barely wait until Wednesday. I wasn't sure what to wear to work. What I wanted to wear to see him was not what I wanted to wear at the station. Actually, what I really wanted to wear would probably get me arrested and burned as a witch! I settled on wearing my usual jeans, t-shirt, and sneakers, and packed a small bag with some other stuff. I would change in the ladies room before I left the station. I did tell Mom that I thought I would be getting home late.

"What about dinner?", she asked.

I held my hands about a foot apart. "Sausage!"

She snorted and laughed at that.

Right on the dot at five that Wednesday, I punched out and ran out to my car and grabbed the bag in the trunk. I ran back inside and headed into the ladies room. There's a large stall at the end of the row, for handicap accessibility, but nobody at the station is handicapped, so it didn't matter if I used it. First I cleaned my hands and face, then went into the stall and locked myself in. I stripped my clothing off, right down to my skin, and pulled out the clothing from the bag. Black stockings, long and thigh high. Black lace thong, very sheer and see-through. Black fuck-me heels, ankle-strapped. Wrap around skirt, calf-length, brown. Wrap-around black blouse, sheer but not transparent. No bra! Hailey and Becky and I had spent half of Monday night shopping at the local malls and boutiques for this stuff!

I found Sue Simkins coming into the ladies room as I came out of the stall and began working on my makeup and hair in front of the mirrors. "Whoa! Hot date tonight?", she asked.

"Sizzling!", I agreed.

"Your computer guy again?"

"Yeah."

"So the romance went well last weekend." She said this more as a statement than as a question. She and Marina knew that I had been going out with Jack on Saturday.

"Very well. I'm going over to his place tonight for some dinner and... and..." I sort of petered out at this and gave her an embarrassed look.

"Yeah, some and sounds pretty good to me, too. Does he have a brother?", she asked. Sue had just gone through a nasty divorce.

"Don't know. If you're looking for some and, go see Marina. I'll bet she knows some guys." I grinned at Sue. She and I both knew Marina's reputation.

"No kidding!" She headed into a stall, and said, "See you tomorrow. Have fun!"

It was about half past five when I got to Jack's apartment complex. I locked my car and went to the main door and hit his buzzer. There was almost an immediate CLICK and I was able to pull the door open and go inside. I walked up the stairs to his apartment, to find him standing in the open doorway, smiling at me. I went up to him and he wrapped his arms around me, to give me another one of those incredible skin tingling deep kisses we had been practicing. I was flushed and breathing hard when he pulled me inside his doorway and closed it behind us.

"I have missed you.", he whispered in my ear hoarsely.

"Mmmm, me too.", I agreed.

Jack took my hand and led me into the living room. He sat down in an armchair and pulled me onto his lap. There was a brief streak of orange, and Mister Jinx headed off to hide in a closet. I laughed and said, "He really is a 'scaredy cat, ' isn't he?"

"He's getting used to you. Give him a few more visits and he'll crawl up onto your lap." Then we didn't talk for a few minutes; Jack wrapped his arms around me and we started kissing again.

When we came up for air a second time, Jack said, "I've been planning our evening together."

"Really?"

He nodded. "It's a three part process." I raised an eyebrow and he continued. "Step One is that I touch you and kiss you all over your body and drive you insane with lust."

"Ooohh, I like that idea! What's Step Two?"

"Well, I spend hours and hours using your body for my pleasures, over and over again until I can't take any more.", he said.

"Over and over again? For your pleasures?"

"My sordid pleasures.", he admitted.

"Okay, I can probably go along with that, too. What's Step Three?", I asked.

"Oh, well, at the end of the night I throw you out onto the street and get some sleep."

"What!?", I squawked. Jack tightened his arms around me and held me on his lap. "You turkey!" I started laughing with him.

I stopped protesting shortly thereafter. Jack started in on Step One, running his hands across my back and sides, down my legs and up my body, while we kissed and made out on his chair. I really stopped complaining when he placed a hand on my tits and began feeling me up through the wrap blouse. I just started moaning when he slipped a hand under my skirt and started to fingerfuck me through my thong. Jack's plan was looking better and better every second!

By the time Jack had brought me off the second time, I had his shirt open and he was squirming around pretty good. He needed it as bad as I did! I stood up and undid the wrap on my skirt, leaving me in my stockings and heels, thong, and half open blouse. He stood long enough to undo the zipper on his slacks and push them and his shorts down, and then I pushed him back down into the chair and climbed on top, straddling his legs and pulling my thong out of the way, then sinking my pussy down onto his cock. Sweet Jesus but did that feel so good! Jack finished opening my blouse and started feasting on my tits while I rode him with my fingers playing in our crotches. He was sucking my nipples when I started coming again, and he must have been close, since my jerking around on him set him off. I could feel his cock swell and pulse inside me as he came, spraying my pussy with his jism.

I collapsed onto him, with the both of us breathing heavy and feeling flushed. I kissed him some more and stood up. Jack stood and did up his pants again, but that really didn't last. We sank down onto the floor of his living room and cuddled against each other on the thick plush carpet. Cuddling only lasted about thirty seconds before we both wanted and needed more. This time I lost my thong completely and Jack and I were in a very pleasant missionary position fuck. My arms were wrapped around his neck and my legs were wrapped around his, and I was holding on with all my strength! He pounded my pussy through another couple of orgasms before he groaned and came again, his back arching and his cock stabbing into me. I felt like my pussy was a lake, between his jizz and my pussy juice!

We collapsed and Jack rolled off me, so that we were lying on the floor, catching our breaths and staring at the ceiling. It was then that I heard a loud purring, and turned my head and saw Mister Jinx staring at us from the couch. "How long has he been watching us?", I asked.

Jack turned his head and saw what I was staring at. "Ever since we got down on the floor. Why, it feel like someone was watching?"

"Someone was watching!"

Jack snorted and sat up, and the sudden movement sent the cat scampering. "That was nothing. Wait until he really gets used to you and decides to join us in bed some night!"

I suspected that this had already occurred with other women, but I didn't want to push it. It wasn't as if either of us was virgins when we met. I sat up as well. "So, we've worked on Steps One and Two. Are you throwing me out now?"

Jack laughed at that, loud and hard. "No! I'm just taking a break so I can repeat One and Two again." He stood up and bent over to grab his pants. "Hungry?"

I stood and grabbed my skirt, as well. "Starving!" I went down the hallway to the bathroom. Once inside, I used the toilet and cleaned my pussy up from our come, then redid my blouse and wrapped my skirt around my waist again. I still had my heels on, and I simply had to adjust my stockings. I also had to touch up my hair, since it looked like, well, it looked like I had spent the evening fucking my brains out!

I went out to the kitchen to help Jack make dinner, and quickly found out that making dinner for Jack involved using a telephone! "Pizza? Chinese?", he asked.

I gave him a curious look. "Take out? You don't cook?"

Jack gave me a very sheepish look. "Uh, no, not really."

I looked in his refrigerator. It had a couple of six-packs of beer, some pizza still in the box, some other leftovers in plastic 'doggy bag' containers, and not much else. The refrigerator looked barely used, in fact there was still tape holding the butter dish in the door from shipping. "Good lord!", I half muttered. I opened the oven and found the plastic wrapped instruction manual inside. The pantry was empty except for a case of warm beer and some liquor bottles and tons of snacks. I turned to look at Jack, who looked properly embarrassed. "Jack, darling, I love you dearly, but you're a barbarian!"

Jack laughed at this. "Consider me still under construction."

"How can you live like this?"

He shrugged. "Hey, I just do. Chinese or pizza?" He handed me a couple of handouts from takeout places, and we settled on Chinese. "It's just that with just me around and my schedule with school and work, it's not worth it for me to cook a whole lot."

"Jack, there's a difference between not cooking a whole lot and not cooking." I looked around and smiled. "So, this weekend, Friday night, I'll cook."

I am happy to say that Jack's eyes lit up at that. "Really?! Cool! What?"

I rolled my eyes. "What do you like? I can make just about anything Italian. It's genetic."

"You're Italian? With a name like Campbell?"

"With a name like Colosimo!" Jack grunted in surprise, and I explained, "Dad's the Campbell. Mom's the Colosimo and her parents are from the old country. Ever eaten at Bella Milano?"

It took him a second, but Jack said, "Now that you mention it, yeah."

"Mom's family."

Jack shrugged in acquiescence and I grabbed a pad of paper and a pen. While we waited for the Chinese to arrive, I made of list of the staples he had (basically a blank page) and what he would need. I also went through the appliances and pulled out all the wrapped stuff and unwrapped it. "Jack, how come you have all new appliances? I thought you were renting?"

"I am. The last guy who rented cleaned the place out when he left, and I do mean he cleaned it out! He yanked everything that wasn't bolted down."

"Wow."

He watched me figure out what was needed, and then I told him to meet me at work Friday and we would go shopping. "You're really getting off on this, aren't you?", he commented.

"Yep! It's the two X chromosomes working together. We meet the perfect man and have a genetic compulsion to change him!" Jack laughed at that!

After dinner (Hunan beef and a whole mess of shrimp rolls) Jack and I went back to the living room. We watched some television, with Mister Jinx starting to approach me, though bolting whenever I looked his way. Well, we started watching television. We ended up underneath a Navajo blanket, totally naked, in several different and incredibly enjoyable positions. We came once with Jack spooned up behind me, and a second time with me laying on top of him. I learned to totally ignore Mister Jinx.

Finally, when we were holding each other at the end of the night, naked and sweaty under the blanket, Jack kissed me on the top of the head and said, "You know, I really wasn't planning on Step Three after all."

I giggled at this and rolled off him. "I didn't really think you would throw me out on the street. I do have to go, though."

"I don't want you to." He began kissing me some more, but it was late, and I didn't think Jack was going to revive for another round.

"I know, and I don't either, but I have to." We kissed some more, then I climbed to my feet, dressed quickly, and left. Jack stayed on the floor, totally wiped out from our incredible lovemaking.

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Jack and I spent a lot of time talking on the phone Thursday night, after he got home from class. I think my parents were laughing at me, though whenever I saw them, they had the most pious and straight faces you can imagine. Still, they knew I was in love and seemed happy for me, even if they did think it was hilarious.

Friday morning I packed a small suitcase with whatever I could imagine I would need for a couple of days. I mean, there was the makeup kit, three pair of shoes, a dress or skirt and blouse for each day, along with casual clothes for each day, a couple of pretty little nighties, some bras and panties and stockings, and some other stuff as well. Actually, after I had it all partially loaded into the small suitcase, I switched it into a larger suitcase.

After work, I met Jack in the lobby of the station and then followed him to a grocery store near his apartment. He got the cart; I got the list. I was figuring on something simple for that night, linguini with white clam sauce and some garlic bread. Of course we also had to get all the staples that he didn't have. I mean, he didn't even have ketchup and mustard! A barbarian!

Jack made several protests about how he really didn't need some of the stuff we were buying but I had several simple responses. First I told him how most things could last if they were properly taken care of. Also, if I was at the apartment, I could cook and teach him how to cook. And finally, when all else failed, I asked him if he thought the pharmacy section sold KY ointment. He shut right up then, with his eyes popped open, and pushed the cart directly towards the pharmacy. We hadn't done anything yet which required KY, but I was staying the weekend and I had packed my enema kit!

We got back to Jack's about 6:30 and I put everything away, then I put my plans into effect. I told him I needed a quick shower and headed for the bathroom. Jack was to pour us some wine and bring my bag in. When he brought it into the bedroom, I was already out of the shower, with the towel wrapped around my torso. "What in the world did you pack in this thing?", he protested.

"Never you mind. Now, give me my wine and get out. I have to put my cooking outfit on!"

"Your cooking outfit?" Jack's eyes lit up with curiosity.

"Out!" I ordered him from the room.

Once he was gone, I sipped my wine and opened my suitcase. My cooking outfit was simple and cute. I slipped on a pair of high heeled sandals. Next I pulled out an apron. It was a type that went over my head like a halter top and tied around my waist, so my tits and pussy were covered, and that was all. My ass was totally exposed! I had found it in Mom's closet one day and she had modeled it for me and told me how she wore it to get 'cooking' with Daddy. I figured it would work for me too!

Taking my wineglass, I headed down the hallway to the kitchen, where I found Jack leaning against the counter and refilling his glass. "Holy shit!", he commented.

"You like?", I asked. "A good cook always comes prepared."

"I can help you with that. The coming part, I mean."

I waggled a finger at him. "None of that, now! That's dessert, not dinner!"

Jack laughed. "Fine. I should take a shower, too. Back in a few minutes." He took his wine and headed down the hall.

By the time Jack was back, I was halfway through the cooking. The garlic bread was in the oven, the linguini was in the boiling water, and the clam sauce was stirring in the sauce pan. Jack had on shorts and a button front tropical shirt. I didn't think he had much else on. I'm glad the kitchen smelled of clam sauce since otherwise it would certainly smell of my pussy juices! Jack stayed in the kitchen watching me as I cooked. He really seemed to like my apron!

Finally everything was ready. I had him drain the linguini (hey, I was only wearing an apron — God help me if anything spilled or splashed!) Then while he set the table, I set out the pasta and sauce and cut up the bread. Jack refilled our glasses, then moved to hold my chair for me. I stopped him for a second. "I can't wear my apron to the table, Jack.", I said, and untied my apron, then pulled it off and tossed it aside.

Jack stared for a moment, and then moved his plate and silverware from across the table to next to me. He served the pasta and ladled out the sauce. Dinner was pretty good, if I do say so myself. Of course it helped that it was an easy recipe and both Mom and I had made it any number of times before.

"When can I have my dessert?", asked Jack as we finished eating.

"After you clean off the table."

"I'm going to wait until later to do the dishes.", he said.

"Well..."

"I'm going to wait!", he repeated.

I giggled and went along with him. I didn't think I was going to be able to wait for my 'dessert' either. Jack hurriedly moved the dishes out to the kitchen and almost ran back to the dining room table. He sat down and took my hand, pulling me towards him. I stood and he said, "I like to eat at the dining room table." My eyes opened wide as he lifted me onto the table and positioned me in front of him, my legs spread wide and my sopping wet pussy gaping open in front of him. Jack lowered his face and started eating me out.

Oh my God but he can eat pussy! He was licking and slurping me something fierce, using his fingers to spread my pussylips and rub my clitty, and I was going crazy. My fingers were in his hair and I fell backwards onto the table. My legs were over his shoulders and I know I had to be kicking my legs and beating my feet against his back. Jack didn't care. He didn't stop and I was pumping out pussy juice faster than he could lap it up.

I had orgasmed twice when we were interrupted by a crash of pans from the kitchen. Jack's head came up from between my thighs, glistening with pussy juice and looked at me curiously. I was half dazed with lust, but we both got up and went into the kitchen. I had to laugh at the sight! Mister Jinx liked clam sauce, too! He was sitting on the floor licking spilled sauce and cleaning our plates. We chased him away and cleaned up, then Jack took my hand and led me back into the living room.

"Hold it.", I said. "I want some dessert, too!" Jack grinned at this, so I had him strip naked and lay down on the floor. I kicked off my heels and crawled on top. It was time for some serious sixty-nine! I was planning on sucking Jack until he came in my mouth and I swallowed every last drop. Afterwards, well, maybe some more dessert, or maybe just a warmup for something else. I positioned my pussy over Jack's face, straddling his head, and lowered my mouth to his stiff cock. It looked so wonderful as it pointed up and towards me. Jack started up again like we had never stopped. It was all I could do to concentrate on sucking his cock, but I managed. Ten minutes later he filled my mouth with his sweet and delicious jizz.

I rolled off Jack but stayed at his side, facing opposite him. When he twisted around on his side I reached up and began stroking his cock. I wanted more! I began to stroke his limp cock and nibble on his thighs, we earned me a contented groan from my lover and his cock began filling up again and lengthening and stiffening. I moved closer and started sucking Jack's cockhead, and Jack moved his face between my legs to return the favor. This round didn't take a whole lot longer than the first.

"Dessert was excellent, Jack! You should serve this up more often.", I told him, which earned me a laugh.

"Specialty of the house."

We cuddled some more, then decided to go to bed. I took my suitcase and placed it on the bed in the second bedroom, then rooted around in it to find a nightgown. I had brought a couple, one for each night, and the first one I pulled out was a tiny chemise, transparent white, low cut and slit up each hip to my waist. I turned off the light in the bedroom and walked back over to Jack's.

"Very nice.", he said, his eyes lighting up.

"Same to you!" Jack had put on a pair of black silk boxers. He normally wore tighty whiteys, but I guess he didn't think they were good for sleeping in, or maybe he just thought they looked sexier in them. If so, he was right — they made him look absolutely scrumptious!

Jack surprised me by turning his television on. It was on top of his dresser at the foot of the bed, and as he turned back to the bed he brought the remote with him. Neither of us was really sleepy, so we propped the pillows up against the headboard; Jack lay back and raised an arm and I snuggled up against him. He flipped through the stations until he hit CineMax and found a hard-R late night movie.

"I love you being here.", he whispered in my ear as he nuzzled and licked my ear.

I had a mini-orgasm, as much from his words as from his actions. "I love being here." I laid a hand on his leg and moved it across his crotch. His cock was stiff and twitched as my fingers traced the length of his shaft and then moved on.

"You're staying until Sunday, right?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Excellent." He leaned towards me and kissed me on the cheek. "And that's okay with your folks?" There was a certain degree of amazement in his voice as he asked.

"It's cool."

Jack looked at me funny. "Most fathers I know would not be cool. Mothers either." I gave him a look and he hastily added, "Hey, if it was my baby sister, my mom and stepfather would freak!"

I laughed at this. "We worked that all out before. They know I'm not Little Miss Innocent."

"Oh, really? What, they walked in on you and somebody?"

"Basically." Yeah, they walked in on me at an orgy, then my father fucked my ass because my pussy was full of come and I licked a giant load of jizz out of my mother's pussy! No, I didn't really say that. No way would Jack ever understand any of that. Even I didn't really understand it at times. "Anyway, we had a long talk the next day. They wanted to know I was safe, and decided it was better that I know what I was doing."

"What, they gave you lessons?", he asked incredulously.

"No! Not really. Well, Mom and I had some good talks." Jack stared at me, so I continued, lewdly, "We talk about everything, and I mean, everything!" His eyes opened. "For instance, that little tube we picked up this afternoon? Who do you think taught me about that?"

It took Jack a second to remember the KY we had picked up and Jack's jaw dropped. "Are you shittinig me? She taught you about... about..."

"Assfucking, Jack! My mother taught me about cleaning up back there and lubing up and taking a big fat cock up my ass until we both came and left a huge load of come in my ass!" Jack's cock was as stiff as a baseball bat and just about the same size, sticking up through the opening in the front of his boxers. I took it in my hand and began fisting him. "Tomorrow, Jack, tomorrow you are going to fuck my ass all night long. I love a hard cock in my ass. Do you want to fuck my ass tomorrow?"

Jack's voice was dry and raspy, and it took him a second to get the answer out. "Jesus! Yeah!"

I swung a leg over his midsection and levered myself upright, to straddle his waist and sink down on his cock. My chemise fell down around my arms and my tits were right there in his face, so he began sucking my nipples as I bounced on his cock. The sixty-nine earlier was good but this was even better. He was filling every nook and cranny of my pussy, stretching it wide and deep, and Jack guided my movements with his hands on my hips. Then he slipped a hand around and fingered my butt crack and my asshole. I started moaning and gyrating on him and he blasted a heavy load up into me.

I slipped off and snuggled against him, the come in my pussy leaking out onto his thigh. "Mom taught me all sorts of stuff, Jack." He looked at me through half-glazed eyes as he caught his breath. "Mom taught me that the most important thing to do with a man in bed is to be a slut, a total slut. When she's with Daddy, you can hear them going at it all through the house. She'll do anything and everything for him, and she told me that I should do the same." I licked his cheek and down his throat. "So I want you to know that if you want me to do something all you have to do is let me know. Anything, Jack, anything!"

This must have had a big effect on him, since even though we had just had some very hot sex, he simply pushed me onto my back and jumped between my legs. His cock was all the way in and he was pumping me hard almost before I knew it, so I just wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and enjoyed the ride. It was a long, long ride and worth every second! I must have been on my third big one when Jack grunted and slammed into me. His cock felt huge, and he pumped so much come into me that it was pistoning out onto the bedcovers!



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Chapter 18

Jack woke me the next morning by slipping his morning wood into me from behind, then we got up and took a shower together, which was also doggy style. With him so much taller than me, it was kind of tricky but the penetration was terrific!

Once we got out of the bathroom, we both got dressed and then went to the kitchen and made breakfast. Nothing fancy, mind you, but cereal and juice. For Jack this was uncharted territory. He told me he had been out on his own for only a couple of years; after he got out of college he had lived with his mother and stepfather for a couple of years. Meals were usually takeout or something that could be thrown in a microwave. Breakfast was usually coffee and doughnuts. After breakfast we just sort of puttered around the place. Despite his lack of culinary abilities, he was surprisingly well trained and domesticated. The apartment was clean and in good condition, and he ran the vac and did the dishes without any assistance at all.

After lunch (Campbell's soup — I should get a commission, you know, for the use of the name. In fact all Campbells should, don't you think?) Jack seemed interested in fooling around, but I smiled and held him off. "Sorry, darling, but I think I need to freshen up some. Back in a while." I kissed his cheek and then licked his ear, and Jack started pawing the ground and snorting like a bull. I just laughed and left him to stew.

In the spare bedroom I got into my suitcase and found what I was looking for, my enema kit and another nighty, and grabbed a pair of black stilettos as well. They would match the black chemise I had grabbed. In the bathroom, I locked the door and stripped naked. The first item of business was to give myself an enema, to thoroughly flush myself out and get squeaky clean for later. Afterwards, I filled Jack's tub and slipped into it for a nice and relaxing bath. I lounged there for a bit, then ran my razor over everything lightly. I had shaved just a few days before, but I really like being soft and smooth. I had begun shaving my pussy almost every day. The final fun was when I climbed out and dried off. I took a bottle of skin lotion and rubbed lotion everywhere. I felt marvelous!

I slipped into my pumps and pulled the black chemise on. It wasn't transparent like last night's, but it was very sheer and hugged all my curves and was incredibly short, just covering my ass and pussy, and was snug and low cut so my tits were almost bulging out the top. I sauntered back into the living room and found Jack on the couch. He stared at me hungrily and I sat down on his lap. He got a long and deep kiss that had us both breathing hard.

"You look great!", he said quietly, so I kissed him thoroughly again.

"Thank you. I like to feel pretty for you."

"You do, you do! Why, what took you so long?"

I smiled sweetly at him. "Well, you know, I wanted to be thoroughly clean, all over, everywhere. Everywhere, Jack! Then I got out my skin cream and rubbed it everywhere, so I'd be soft and smooth for you. Everywhere, Jack!" Jack's breathing was becoming harsh, and his hands were tense around me, holding me on his lap. "Would you like to find out how soft and smooth I feel, Jack?" He simply nodded, and reeled his tongue back in from where it had hit the floor. I stood up and took him by the hand and led him down the hallway.

Jack was gentle but insistent once we got to his bedroom. He peeled off my chemise and lowered me to the bed, then stripped his shirt off and climbed on next to me. The next thing I knew, his hands and lips were all over me, testing my softness and smoothness. I was in heaven! I must have had two giant comes, once when he fingerfucked me and the other when he licked me off, along with uncountable smaller thrills. He also managed to lose his shorts and undies, and was moving to climb on top when I stopped him.

"Jack, want to try something a little different?" I handed him the tube of KY we had bought and rolled over. I knelt on the bed, in the center, with my face in the pillows and my ass sitting high in the air.

"You sure?", he asked, taking the cap off the tube.

"Absolutely. Just start off slow, so I can get used to it. I love it this way. Just don't ram it in."

Jack didn't say anything, but the next thing I knew, a greasy finger was running up and down my buttcrack. He pulled it away and squirted a little more KY on his fingers and slipped first one, and then a second, up my ass. It felt wonderful! My ass was squirming around on his bed, then he pulled his fingers away. I glanced back over my shoulder and saw him greasing up his cock. I wanted it, but the little breather was leaving my ass desperately needy. Then he moved his fingers back to my asshole and he warmed me up, even as he was stroking his greasy cock.

Finally, I felt him move up behind me. I reached back with both hands and grabbed my buttcheeks, to spread them and hold them open. Jack moved even closer, and then suddenly his fingers were yanked out and his cockhead slipped inside in their place. I grunted quietly at the even larger intrusion.

"You okay?", asked Jack.

"Marvelous! It's great! Just start out slow." I moaned happily as Jack slowly pushed in. He moved like a glacier, but it felt wonderful! Once he had bottomed out in my ass, I looked back at him happily and said, "Thank you!"

"You really like this? I know some girls don't." Jack began pumping into me slowly.

I had to wait for a massive orgasm to rip through me, then I panted out, "Oh, God! This is so good!" I humped my ass up, burying him again, then said, "I really am a slut, Jack. I love to fuck and suck and take it in the ass. Oh, fuck me, fuck me!"

Jack started fucking my ass, hard, slamming his cock up my rear. I was going nuts, moaning and crying out as the comes ran through me. My pussy and asshole were on fire, and it was like electricity was bolting through me, from my asshole around to my pussy and up to my tits and beyond. I couldn't have been very coherent. Jack wasn't much better, since the only sounds he was making were animal grunts and groans. He exploded in my ass and we collapsed onto the bedspread, with him on top and his cock still pulsing weakly in my ass.

I could feel him moving off, so I reached around awkwardly behind me and held on to him. "Don't, just stay where you are. Please", I begged. It felt too good to stop!

"Uh, I'm not too heavy?"

"It's a good heavy. Just stay where you are. If you can get stiff again, I want more, much more!" I rubbed his hips as best I could.

Jack stayed on my back, only now he began nuzzling up against my neck and shoulders, licking and kissing and nibbling on them. He was turning me on something fierce, and if he couldn't fuck me some more, I was going to have to play with myself until I got off. Thank God he started stiffening in my ass! As soon as he was hard enough, he straddled my legs, his cock still up me, and gave me a very slow and drawn out assfuck. By the time he popped his cork again, I was practically out of my mind from coming so hard. When he stopped and pulled out, I fell asleep on the bed in that position, face down, my ass leaking jizz.

When I woke up, I needed another shower, which I suppose proves the point that sex is only dirty when you're doing it right! I put on one of Jack's bathrobes and wandered out into the living room. He was grinning at me. "How are you feeling?", he asked.

"Wonderful!", I assured him. "That was pretty... spectacular!"

Jack nodded happily. "Glad to be of help. I thought it was pretty fantastic, also."

I went into the kitchen, where I surprised Mister Jinx. However, he only ran away to the end of the room, as opposed to scurrying into a closet, so I suppose he was getting used to me. I opened the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers and brought them back to the living room. I handed one to Jack, then sat down on the couch next to him and opened mine.

"Thank you.", he said.

"So, what's on the schedule for tonight?"

He shrugged and threw an arm around my shoulders. "Whatever you want. Dinner? Movie? If you wanted to cook some more, we'll have to go out anyway, to get some stuff, I guess."

He was right about that. "No, I think I need some serious pampering for awhile. I say we get dressed and go out for some dinner, then maybe a movie."

"And later?", he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Some more pampering, but of a different kind.", I assured him.

"What an excellent idea!" I snuggled up against Jack for another hour or so, idly watching television with him and sipping my beer. Once the news came on, he shifted and suggested it was time to get dressed. I climbed to my feet and followed him down the hallway, though I split off at the second bedroom, where my suitcase still was. "Fancy or casual?", I asked.

"Nice casual.", he replied. "I'm not wearing a suit, but slacks and a shirt, maybe a jacket. Or I can be real casual if you want me to. Do you have something or not?"

"I'm okay. I think I have a little of everything in there."

Jack came back to the bedroom a few minutes later, before I was completely dressed. He had on some khakis and a dress shirt, though several buttons weren't done up, and a nice blazer jacket. By then, I had put on my stockings, nude and sheer, my high heeled sandals, and my calf length button front denim skirt, though most of the buttons weren't buttoned. I was still topless, which he seemed to like. "Nice outfit, but we'll have to change the restaurant to something a little more adult."

I snorted. "Behave!" I picked up a denim shirt, long sleeved, and slipped it on. I didn't button, it, though, but just tied the shirttails under my tits, so my belly button was showing and I jiggled pleasantly. "Better?"

"Not better, but certainly more acceptable at most restaurants." He grinned and leered at me.

I took his hand and grabbed my purse, and we headed out to his Corolla. We went towards a mall. I had no idea what times the movies started, but it had a huge number of screens, so something would be interesting and available by the end of the evening. Surprisingly, we made a detour along the way. We were almost at the mall, heading down a commercial strip, when Jack looked over at me and said, "Want to stop somewhere different first?"

"Like where?", I asked.

"Trust me!" Jack pulled over into the left lane and took a turn into a gas station, then promptly pulled back out into traffic going the other way. We drove back a couple of blocks, then made another left turn, into a parking lot behind a very nondescript building with the name on the side, 'Adult World.'

"What in the world?" I gaped at Jack.

He was grinning madly and hopped out of his car. "Come on!" He raced around the car and popped open my door. "Ever been here?"

"No!"

"Hey, you're the one who said she would do anything."

"Not out in public!", I protested. Actually, I was rather curious. There are several adult stores in the Phoenix area, but I had never actually been in one. I half expected something really seedy and filthy.

"What public? Even the parking lot and entrance are around the back." He pointed off to the side of the building. There were no windows, and the parking lot had a high fence around it. He held out his hand, and I took it and stepped out of the car. I was nervous as we entered, and I kept Jack's hand in mine, lest I be abducted by white slavers and sold to Arabs.

I was considerably more worried than was warranted. Inside, the store wasn't much bigger than a typical convenience store, and well lighted and clean. Still, the racks had the sorts of things not found in your regular Stop-N-Rob. The first rack I looked at must have had fifty different vibrators and dildos. The next rack over had more of the same. Several walls had nothing but dirty movies, both videos and DVDs. There were magazines, blowup dolls, even a section with bondage equipment and handcuffs! I won't even begin to describe the different whips and chains available. If it had something to do with sex, it was probably there. Even at the counter, where most stores have candy, this one had different brands of lube! It was surreal.

I walked through the store with Jack at my side, oohing and ahhing at the sights. It was very odd and exciting at the same time. It was also hilarious, when Jack would point out a specific toy and ask if I was interested or familiar with one. We did buy one, though, a remote control egg like Marina had shown me and let me test drive. Jack's eyes definitely lit up at this, though I didn't say where I saw it, only that I had. We also looked through the DVD section, and Jack whispered in my ear to pick something I would like for later that night. I had chills as he said this, and picked out a movie which was supposed to have a plot and hot anal action. Jack took our stuff to the front counter and added some batteries for the vibrator.

"I can't believe we just did that!", I told him, laughing.

"Well, you really won't believe what's next." I glanced at him, and he said, "Put that thing together!"

I gaped at him, then opened the bag and fished out the batteries and vibrator. I started to comply, but the car was moving too much. "Pull over. I can't do this." He pulled into a convenience store and parked, then he opened up the remote and I worked on the egg. It was a good idea we had stopped, since he hadn't gotten a battery for the remote. I finished up with the egg and sent him inside for another battery. When he came out, he put it into the remote and gave it some juice. It hummed loudly in my hand.

Jack set the remote down on the console between us and started the car up. We got back out on the road, and he turned to me and said, wickedly, "Put it in."

"What? Now!?"

"Absolutely! Now!"

I glanced around at traffic, but nobody would see, so I undid a few more buttons on my skirt and slid the egg into place. Then, as I redid my buttons, I noticed the remote and lunged for it. Too late! Jack reached over and plucked it off the console and hit the button. A split second later it went off like a bomb in my pussy. I gasped and sagged into the seat as my pussy creamed and I had a small come.

Jack turned off the buzzer and I relaxed. "No fair!", I protested.

"What, was that a complaint?" Jack buzzed me again, for almost thirty seconds.

"Stop!", I cried.

He gave me another jolt, then let me off the hook as we pulled into the mall parking lot. Then, as he turned to me, he waved his fingers at me and in a cheap hypnotist's voice, declared, "You are under my power! Obey me, or else!" Another few seconds of buzzing and then we went inside. I was amazed how the egg stayed in position, without slipping out. Without the buzzing turned on, my pussy felt fairly normal, with it turned on it felt like electricity was being applied directly to my clit!

Jack buzzed me several times while we were waiting for a table and ordering drinks (I got carded again, but North Dakota trusted me, so the restaurant did too!) Finally I had to threaten to take it away to make him behave. He was driving me crazy! I wanted to rape him on top of the bar! He settled down and limited it to a few seconds every few minutes, just enough to keep me wet and horny.

He buzzed me during the movie once, so I had to take it away from him. I actually wanted to see the movie!

Back in his car afterwards, I gave him back the remote. He retaliated for my taking away his toy by buzzing me almost non-stop on the way home. You could smell my pussy juice, I was so horny! My pussy was like a red hot lake. I know I had to be leaving a stain on his car seat. I carried the DVD package inside, holding his arm. He left the vibrator on all the time we were going into his apartment. As soon as we were inside, I slumped against the wall and came, hard.

"I am going to have to be more careful about giving you toys.", I told him after he turned it off again. "You have a mean streak!"

He buzzed me once more, briefly, then wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. "Since when did giving you endless orgasms require a mean streak?" He laughed softly at me as I shivered in his arms.

"Back in a minute. I have to use the bathroom."

Jack let me go. "Just don't take that out. I'll be in the living room."

I was back out in the living room five minutes later and discovered Jack had the remainder of the night's entertainment well planned. He had kicked off his shoes and socks, and his jacket was on the couch. The DVD was cued up and ready to go. He had two glasses of wine on the end table next to his big armchair, and the tube of KY was there as well. Jack stood when I came in and smiled. He handed me the wine and nuzzled my neck some, then sat down. I joined him, sitting on his lap, and he hit the remote for the DVD, starting it up.

I didn't really need the vibrator any more, since I was so incredibly turned on I was riding the edge of orgasm anyway. Still he set the remote on the end table also, buzzing me for ten seconds as we watched the credits (Does anybody think these names are real? What kind of morons would name their kids that way?) I gasped mildly and sagged back against him, and we watched the movie. There was a plot, though it was so thin you could see through, and an awful lot of silicone was in those tits. I didn't care. We cuddled and touched each other all through the first scene, a blowjob and assfuck. By the time the second started, Jack had stripped my shirt and skirt off, along with his shirt, and we watched the second scene, a DP, with him buzzing me constantly and me rubbing my clit and him rubbing my tits.

Finally, at the start of the third scene, he stripped off his pants and lubed his cock, then I sat down on it, facing away, so his cock was up my ass and the egg was in my pussy. As soon as I was all the way down, he flicked on the remote and I went into orbit! Thank God the walls were well built, because I was moaning and screaming loud enough for everyone in the complex to hear. I was bouncing on him so hard his cock should have broken off! Jack came hard filling my butt with a very heavy load of come. We repeated ourselves as the movie ended.

Jack had to carry me to bed, where he pulled my new toy out and stripped my stockings and heels off. I was out even before the lights went off. Those two fucks had been the most intense of my life!

Sunday was a little anticlimactic. I gave Jack a very pleasant wakeup hummer, then we showered together. We had eggs and bacon (one of the few meals he could cook on his own) then I went home around lunchtime. It had been a great weekend, but Jack had left me sexually exhausted! I promised to eat my Wheaties before I went back for more.



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Chapter 19

I got home in the early afternoon, after stopping for a slice at the nearest Bella Milano. Sometimes I can see my uncles at work, but they usually take the weekends off. I got in the front door and dropped my suitcase just in time to see Mom coming down the stairs adjusting her top. She had on jeans and a tank top, and nothing under the top. She was barefoot. "Hi, sweetie! How was your weekend?", she asked with a smile.

I gave her a hug and a kiss. "Great! How was yours?"

"Okay."

"Just okay?", I asked.

Mom smiled. "It was very nice, thank you."

I had noticed her lack of a bra and how she had been adjusting her top. "Where's Daddy? Taking a nap?", I teased.

Mom blushed but grinned and nodded. "Exactly!"

I laughed and took my suitcase and went up the stairs. Their door was closed and I didn't want to chance waking him so I dropped off my suitcase and went back downstairs. Mom offered iced tea, so I accepted and we wandered out to the back yard and caught up on the weekend. She and Daddy had basically spent the weekend doing what Jack and I had been doing — fucking their brains out! She and I swapped some very graphic details the rest of the afternoon.

For the next few weeks, Jack and I kept up this delicious schedule. We talked on the phone constantly (he called me that evening to tell me how much he missed me that afternoon!) and I would visit Wednesday evening and spend the weekend with him. I began leaving some of my stuff in his second bedroom, at first by accident and later by design, and during our second weekend, he cleaned out the closet for me and declared it 'my room.' That was very sweet, but all I ever used was the closet. I never really got him to cook, but I would ask him what he wanted and then give him a shopping list. Like I said, he was very domesticated and trainable, within limits.

The next weekend, Saturday we went out to dinner and then went back to his place, and Jack gave me a very pleasant surprise. Once inside, he directed me to go and pamper myself in the bathroom, like I had done before, and then I was to go into 'my bedroom' and see what I found there. I was curious, but I went along with him, going through the entire enema and bubble bath shaving routine. I had brought a robe with me this time (Jack's hung on me like a tent) so when I wrapped it around myself and went into the second bedroom, I found this beautiful sheer white nightgown spread out on the bed. It was long, almost to the floor, and cut very low in the front and back, and very high up the legs, and was very sheer. I put it on went back to our bedroom to find Jack waiting for me. The lights were off but he must have had a half dozen candles spaced around the room and lit, with him lounging on the bed in his silk boxers, a stiff cock evident inside.

Jack laid me down in the center of the bed, then knelt down at my side and took total control. He whispered, "Last Saturday was for me. Tonight is for you." I tried to tell him that it had been for both of us, but he just smiled and shushed me. Then he went to work on me with his hands and teeth and lips and tongue. He worked over my entire body, from my neck to my toes and especially in between. I lost track of my comes. I was begging him to fuck me, screaming for him to fuck me, trying to drag his body on top of mine, but he ignored me and continued to tease and eat me. When he did finally get on top and put his cock inside my drenched pussy, I orgasmed immediately. He didn't help matters by screwing me in slow motion, with long and full strokes that had my clit begging for more. We weren't fucking, we were making the most exquisite and passionate love possible, more passionate than I ever knew it could be.

After Jack gasped and bucked into me, filling me to overflowing with his come, He sagged down against me and then pushed himself up on his arms to look down at me. He kissed me softly, and I started crying. He looked mortified. "What's wrong? What have I done?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him tightly against me. "Oh Jack, you idiot, these are tears of joy!" I could feel the relief in his muscles. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" I hugged him fiercely and wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him as close as possible, even to keeping him inside me. "Oh, Jack, I love you!"

Jack began kissing me some more, which only ended up leading to a second lovemaking, one somewhat more energetic but no less passionate. I continued crying out his name and telling him I loved him as he made love to me. It was just so wonderful! Afterwards, he rolled over and held me against his chest as I drifted off to sleep, whispering his love for me in my ear. It was one of the most wonderful nights of my life. I felt like I was floating on a cloud.

Those next few weeks were blissful. I was still working as an intern, no cares in the world, a great boyfriend who provided me with an endless supply of orgasms. Even when my period came he insisted I come over that week. The heavy Wednesday I simply went around the apartment topless, giving him blowjobs and getting fondled until I came in turn. By the weekend I was light enough to resume a normal schedule.

This idyllic phase ended after a fashion in mid August. Classes started the last week of August, with a long weekend for Labor Day after that. Furthermore, I was taking a week off before that, to visit Jerry in LA. It turned out he had been serious about inviting me out there. Daddy and Mr. Baker were definitely getting involved in his project, and he had sent a note back with Mom and Daddy once, hand-written and inviting me out.

The real surprise had been when I got a letter from his girlfriend, inviting me out! I would stay with her and she would show me the town. She told me that Jerry had told her all about us, and I do mean all, and that she would love to have me visit for several days or longer. She had enclosed a photo of them, her in a string bikini sitting on his lap at a pool, and gave me several phone numbers to call to reach her. It had taken me a few days to work up the nerve, but I finally called her a few weeks later. She had been so kind and nice, and she convinced me we would have a lot of fun, both with and without Jerry.

I didn't tell Jack, and I felt somewhat guilty about that. I mean, we were all hot and bothered and in love, but this was from a part of my life from before him, and was totally separate. Yes, I had skipped a party my folks had invited me to, but this was different. Besides, there was no way he would ever know. Jerry was a great friend, and his girlfriend Anna seemed very nice too, so I simply told Jack I was visiting friends in LA for the weekend and would be gone several days. I promised to make up for it when I got back, then gave him a going away night he would remember for a long time.

At the station, Marina and the girls had a cake for me my last day, Thursday afternoon, and everyone came by for a slice. They had a nice card for me and a promise to give me a good reference and that it would be good on my resume. It was very nice, and I hugged everybody and promised to come back and visit some time. I certainly shared phone numbers with Marina, and promised to call her after I got settled in at school for another party.

That Friday, mid-August, I packed my bags and Mom drove me to the airport at the crack of dawn. She was pretty calm about it. She knew Jerry fairly well by then, she knew he would take care of me, and she knew what we would be doing. It wasn't anything secret. She did tell me to dress practically, not sexy, for the trip. I was flying Southwest, sardine class, on my own dime, so I wore jeans and a tank top, sturdy underwear, sneakers and socks. I had my giant suitcase packed to overflowing and a large carry-on bag with my purse inside. She was right. By the time I arrived, after this delay and that, and going through God only knows how many security checkpoints and stops, it was mid-afternoon and I felt exhausted. I don't know how professional travelers do it! On the other hand, Daddy says Southwest is better than most; they all treat you like cattle, but Southwest brags that they treat everyone like that, and then have moo-ing contests! All the other airlines charge more and brag about how well they treat you, right up until you get on the airplane and they get out the cattle prods.

I crawled off the airplane into LAX, one more lost soul in the terminal, when I saw the most wonderful sight, Anna holding a small cardboard sign on a short stick with the name "Campbell" printed on both sides in big and bold letters. She was waving it gaily as the throng entered the terminal proper (you can't get up near the planes without a boarding pass — more security rules.) She saw me almost as soon as I saw her. She tossed the sign against a trash can and hugged me.

What the hell did Jerry want to do with me, when he could have Anna? She had looked very pretty in the photo in the swimsuit on his lap, but in person she was stunning! She's a few inches taller than me, even in her bare feet, slim, though she had nice tits. They still weren't as big as mine, but on her they looked absolutely perfect. Long and wavy chocolate brown hair to the middle of her back. An ass to die for. A perfect oval face with a flawless complexion, impossibly cute nose, and bright blue eyes. Her skin was absolutely perfect. I figured her to be maybe twenty-one or —two. She was wearing skin-tight black jeans, a sheer and transparent white blouse, totally unbuttoned, with her amazing tits held up by a lacy little black sequined bra that was totally visible. Black three inch stilettos. Even these gold and rose tinted glasses. Me — after the flight and delays, I looked and felt like week old hamburger.

Still, the first thing she did after hugging me was to hold me at arms' length and say, "I can see what Jerry meant when he said you were gorgeous. You really are! You make me feel so old!" She laughed and asked where my luggage was, and then took my hand and led me towards the luggage carousels.

"Old!", I exclaimed. "I'm only a couple of years younger than you."

Anna laughed again. "Darling, I'm twenty-nine. I'm ancient compared to you."

"You sure don't look it.", I replied. I mean, I guess I'm pretty, but next to her I felt very humble.

We talked some more as we picked up my luggage and headed out of the terminal. The plan was to head over to Anna's apartment, where I could unpack and clean up, and then Jerry would come over that evening after work. The weekend would have us wining and dining around town, seeing the sights, then we could relax at her place for the next few days until I went home. She led us towards the valet parking area and handed a ticket to somebody who ran off. Ten minutes later this cute little Mazda convertible came up, and we loaded my bags on board. I still felt like hamburger, but I was hamburger traveling in style!

Anna's apartment was in a high rise near downtown. She parked her car in an underground garage, and then we breezed upstairs on an elevator that had us way up near the top. We came to a stop in a small lobby with only four other doors. Anna unlocked the second on the left and led me inside this gigantic penthouse suite, all modern glass and chrome, floor to ceiling windows, and muted lighting. "Wow!", I gasped out as I entered the living room.

"Home, sweet, home.", she agreed with a laugh.

Over to one side I saw a large and elaborate drawing setup, like something a real artist would use. She had told me that she was a graphic designer and this must be her studio. "Graphic design must pay great!", I exclaimed.

Anna laughed at this. "Honey, graphic design does pay great, but not this great. No way could I afford this on my paycheck, no matter how good I am." I looked at her curiously. "Amber, Jerry pays for this."

Oh shit, here I go sticking my foot in my big fat mouth again. 'Ooops!' wasn't going to quite cut it. "I'm sorry, I mean, it's not my business, I mean..."

Anna laughed again and led me to my bedroom, a very nice sized room. "Don't worry. If anybody should know, it's you. I'm Jerry's mistress, his 'kept woman' for Christ's sake. It's not what you think and it's not something sordid and I do nothing I'm ashamed of." She sat down on my bed (king size) and lazed back as I set my suitcases to the side.

I thought about that briefly. The only thing I knew about a 'mistress' was that she was always the 'other woman' who broke up a marriage. Jerry wasn't married. I leaned back against the closet and asked, "Okay, so how does that work?"

"Simple enough. Jerry owns the place and I stay here rent free. I still have to pay for my car and everything else, so I still have to work, and you're right, graphic design can pay well, so that end is covered nicely. Jerry stays here frequently and expects not to wander in and find any other 'friends' around."

"Sounds sort of..."

"Exclusive.", she finished for me, with a smile. "It's not a problem, Amber, Jerry is a very nice man and a wonderful lover. He can stay here any time he wants, rent or no rent."

"And I don't interfere with the exclusivity?", I asked, curiously. This seemed a little odd but what did I know.

Anna smiled again. "I know Jerry and his, uh, tastes. They're not exactly my tastes, but it sort of comes as part of the package." She noticed that this worried me, so she hurriedly assured me, "No, I don't mean you. Trust me, you really are welcome here. We're going to have so much fun." She grinned and pointed me towards the bathroom. "No, I'm just sort of monogamous about guys. I'm not really into the party scene like Jerry can be. I know that's how you met him and I am absolutely not being judgmental. It's just personal."

The bathroom was roughly the size of our entire house, with perhaps both yards added in, with a gigantic whirlpool tub, a huge shower fit for thirty, toilet and bidet, vanities, makeup tables, all done up in white marble and mirrors and glass. She sat down at the vanity and turned away slightly as I stripped for my shower; I could definitely use one. "So, my being here doesn't make this a party?"

Anna laughed. "What's the saying, two's a party, three's a real party? I don't mind sharing Jerry with another woman. I just don't want Jerry sharing me with another guy!"

I blinked at that. "Has that ever happened?", I asked. I stepped into the shower and fiddled with the controls.

Anna stood and came closer. "No, we talked about it, but it wasn't my bag. When Jerry goes to his parties, I stay home. Sometimes I travel with him, but not always. When he went out to Phoenix, I had a project I needed to finish, so I stayed behind. I'm cool if he has fun. That's just the way he is." Anna reached in an adjusted the controls. Water began spraying out of several showerheads spread around the glassed in area, getting her wet. "Maybe I should join you?"

"I'd like that. We can wash each other's backs.", I replied.

"I want to wash your front!", she answered, looking at me hungrily. Whatever hang-ups about group sex Anna had did not extend to girls. She seemed to like them as much as I did. She stripped naked and joined me under the spray. I really did need to clean up, but that didn't take long. What took so much longer was the sex we had under the spray, touching and kissing each other as the hot water rolled across us. We were way hotter than the water was!

We were starting to get to the prune stage when Anna turned off the water and we stepped out to dry off. Naked, with our towels wrapped around us, we retired to my bedroom. The fun didn't stop there, however. Anna tossed our towels to the floor and we got on the bed; she opened a drawer in the nightstand and pulled out several more toys, including a couple of nice vibrators and a very interesting looking double dong. We used the toys and dong on each other for another hour or so, ending up happy and sated and exhausted on the bedcovers. We napped in each other's arms for another hour.

We woke when Anna heard her door open and stirred awake. I came awake when she sat up and moved around. "Who is it?", I asked, hearing somebody moving around.

"Jerry, of course. He has his own key."



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Chapter 20

Right on cue, Jerry came through the bedroom door. He might have been surprised to see Anna and me laying naked on the bed, but he also looked happy. "Amber, so good to see you again! Anna, lovely as usual!"

Anna said, "Jerry, you are way too overdressed. Take your clothes off so we can use your body in unspeakable and illegal ways." She began caressing my tits and I fingered her wet pussy as he undressed. He had been wearing a nice light charcoal suit. It was soon on a chair and he was standing there in his glory, his cock aiming at the two of us on the bed. It looked just as nice as I remembered it. I wasn't sure how well he would handle the two of us, but I had certainly enjoyed myself that last weekend and Anna said he could take care of her, too, so I figured he would be popping those little pills left and right.

Anna and I split apart and motioned Jerry to slide onto the bed between us. He lay back on the bed, his arms around our shoulders and smiled as we snuggled against him. Both Anna and I ran our hands over his body and down to his cock, which was just as nice and long and thick as I remembered it. Jerry's hands began to fondle our boobs, which caused me to moan and Anna to quiver. We both started licking our way down his chest, through his white chest hair, and began teasing and pleasing his cock. Jerry gave a pleasant groan and his hips began pushing his cock towards us. Anna giggled and opened her mouth; I decided on a different course and lowered my tits to his face. Jerry began fingerfucking us both while Anna started sucking him off.

Jerry was on the verge of coming when she pulled her mouth off him and moved up to where I was playing. "Get on top. The first load is yours!", she announced. I eagerly straddled his waist and sank down on his cock. Anna turned to face me and sat on Jerry's face. We rode him through a very nice come, then Jerry twitched and his cock began pumping up into my pussy. I ended with a heavy load that partially drained back down onto him.

"Damn, it's good to see you girls!", he commented as we shifted off him. Jerry's face glistened from all the pussy juice which had come out of Anna onto his face.

"Anna gets the next round.", I told them, grinning. "Think you're up for it, Jerry?"

"I will be if you two think you can get me up again. I might need some extra motivation.", he commented.

Anna replied, "Jerry, you ain't seen motivation yet!" She reached across his chest and pulled me to her; we kissed long and deep with him beneath us. Anna actually crawled over his body to my side of the bed, and we ended up sixty-nining each other. Anna was licking Jerry's come from my pussy and I was licking her pussy juice up. She was a real squirter, very wet and juicy, and it tasted good. Every once in a while I would glance at Jerry to see him grinning and fisting his cock back to life. Once he started getting stiff enough, I rolled onto my back and pulled Anna with me, so that she was straddling my head, her ass up in the air.

"Time to fuck Anna, Jerry." I ordered. I reached around us and grabbed her asscheeks, spreading them and showing him her pink. He didn't say anything, but he got to his knees and moved closer, and I guided his cockhead into Anna's pussy. Anna moaned loudly as he pushed it all the way in. Pussy juice pistoned down onto my face and I slurped it up. Okay, it wasn't really pouring out and I wasn't really slurping, but she did get real juicy and I was licking every last drop and dribble up! It was fascinating to watch a cock in a pussy at such close range, and you could tell when Jerry was coming by the way his cock thickened and cream starting seeping out. I licked that up as well.

The three of us took a quick shower in Anna's bathroom, which hosted a shower large enough for a football team. Then as we dried off, I asked, "What now?"

Anna shrugged and looked at Jerry. "Dinner?"

"Sounds good to me. I think I need a break anyway." He grinned and suggested a steak house. I didn't know any local restaurants so I simply went along with the two of them.

Jerry wrapped a towel around his waist and headed into Anna's bedroom, where he kept a large closet full of clothing. Anna and I walked naked back to my bedroom. "What should I wear? Is this fancy?", I asked. I had borrowed several dresses from Mom in case it was, but I had also packed some skirts and tops and sundresses and such of my own.

Anna shook her head and looked in my suitcase. Between the two of us we took out my clothes and hung them in the closet, and then she pulled back out a halter topped sundress which I had brought. "This is a nice place, but not formal. I think we should go in something like this, and maybe some nice sandals, and Jerry will just be in slacks and a pullover, maybe a jacket."

"I wasn't really sure what to bring, so I brought a little of everything.", I explained.

"No, that's okay. I would guess we'll do something a little fancier tomorrow night or Sunday. Ever been to Disneyland?"

"No. We went to Disney World in Florida once, when I was twelve.", I said.

"Maybe we can get Jerry to take us there tomorrow."

"Would he?" I slipped the dress over my head and missed him coming in the room.

"Disneyland?", asked Anna. "Amber's never been there. Can we?"

Jerry laughed loudly. He had dressed pretty much like Anna had suspected, in khakis, a pullover shirt, sport coat and loafers without socks. "Sure, why not. If anybody asks I'll just tell them I'm taking my granddaughters out for the day."

Anna laughed as well, though I thought it seemed a little off. I guess she had probably had people question her attachment to him, along with the difference in their ages.

Anna and I went back to her bedroom to help her dress, while Jerry went into the living room and picked up a telephone. Anna chose a sundress with spaghetti straps at the shoulders and slipped into a nice pair of matching high heeled sandals, similar to mine. Neither of us bothered with bras or panties, and if you could see us through the dresses with the light behind us, fine by us! Jerry certainly wasn't going to complain.

Ten minutes later Jerry ushered us out the door and into the elevator. We ended up in the lobby, where a man in his early thirties in a dark gray suit was waiting for us. "Mister Varrel.", he said with a nod. "Miss Kaminsky, Miss Campbell.", he said in turn.

Jerry said, "Evening, Robert." I was surprised and it showed. I realized he was probably a driver and knew Jerry and Anna, but how did he know me? Jerry took me by the elbow and led us out to the car, a dark Cadillac limousine, though not a stretch model. For instance, there was no partition between the passengers and the driver.

Robert put us inside the limo and went around to his door. After he was inside, he turned to us and asked, "Where to, Mister Varrel?" Jerry mentioned the restaurant and the driver nodded.

I asked Jerry, "Do you always use limos? I thought LA was the land where everybody drove!" Anna laughed loudly at this and Jerry snorted. I even saw the driver grin, though he didn't say anything. "We could have had Anna drive us." Her Mazda might be a tight fit, though, unless I sat on Jerry's lap, which I would have been happy to do.

"In her car? Give me a break! Besides, she's a worse driver than I am!"

Anna laughed at this. "He doesn't like my convertible. What do you drive, Amber?"

"I got me a 'Stang!", I said proudly.

"Cool! A convertible?"

"Is there any other type?!"

"Cool!", she repeated.

"I am not getting into any clown cars with the likes of you two.", commented Jerry pleasantly.

"Don't you have a car?", I asked.

"Eh, yes and no. Not really. I mean, I do own a couple, but it's been years since I really drove myself.", he said.

"Why?"

Anna took Jerry's hand and smiled as he explained. "Well, for one thing, I'm old! I'm not as quick and agile as I was forty years ago. It's safer to let somebody else drive. Besides, it's better security to let a professional drive."

"Huh?" Security? What was that all about?

"I run a pretty big operation, Amber. We need all sorts of corporate security, so I use the same company to provide personal security."

"I don't understand. What kind of security?"

He shrugged. "Well, at job sites it might be nothing more than fences and night security guards. At the office, maybe passes and badges and such..."

I understood now. I interrupted and said, "Yeah, okay. At the station everybody had to wear a badge on a chain around their neck and you couldn't enter without flashing the badge and putting it through a scanner. They were worried someone would try to get on the air or something."

"Precisely. I'm sure your father's company has similar arrangements at various jobs and offices. For me, I go with some drivers with some professional driving training and security training."

I glanced at the mirror and found Robert smiling at me and nodding. "What, we've got James Bond driving us?"

Anna laughed and Jerry started at this. Robert spoke up from the front seat, "Shaken, not stirred, Miss Campbell."

"How do you know my name?", I asked.

Jerry laid his hand on mine. "I told them. It's nothing major, Amber. I have several drivers attached to the security department and I keep them apprised of where I am going and who I am seeing, nothing more than that."

"So, when you came to Phoenix, was the driver that night one of your security team?" My God, we had fucked in that limo, twice!

"No, but they were a more secure company than the average." It seemed a little weird but I learned to ignore it.

Jerry surprised both Anna and me by having the driver pull into a mall on the way to the restaurant. Robert dropped us off at the door and Jerry led us inside to a very nice looking jewelry store. Once inside he had both Anna and I pick out some diamond earrings, really nice ones, too, that dangled down from gold posts.

"Ooh, what's the occasion, darling!", asked Anna.

"Well, I noticed you both wearing the bracelets I had given you..." That took me by surprise. I had been wearing the diamond tennis bracelet Jerry had given me but now I noticed Anna had a similar one. "... and I thought some matching earrings would be nice."

"Maybe we'll have to model them the same way I modeled the bracelet.", I commented.

"Naked?", teased Anna. The clerk turned bright red but continued writing up the purchase.

When we got to the restaurant we pulled to the door. I moved to open the door, but Jerry placed his hand on mine and told me to let the driver do his job. Robert came around the side of the limo, looked around first, and only then opened the door and let us out. Jerry said, "I'll call you when we're ready.", then led us inside. For awhile earlier I was wondering if we were going to have a bodyguard over our shoulders during dinner.

Once inside, we were shown to a table and seated with Anna and I flanking Jerry, across from each other. We ordered drinks, though I had to use my North Dakota ID, which amused Jerry to no end. Once the waiter had left, Jerry asked, "So, Amber, how are your parents?"

"Oh, they're fine. Mom asked me to say hello, and that she's looking forward to going out to dinner with you when you're back in town. Daddy, too, of course."

Jerry nodded at hearing this, though Anna was curious. "You know Amber's folks?", she asked.

"Yes, I met them the weekend I was in Phoenix and met Amber. We met at a party.", he replied.

Swapping and swing parties may not have been Anna's thing, but she certainly knew about them. Her eyes widened. "You met Amber at a party with her parents! Whoa!"

Jerry grinned at her discomfiture, so I said, "Yes and no. It's no big deal. I kind of got into the scene through my parents, when I found out about them, and a friend of mine and Jerry's invited me to a party and wanted my folks to come along."

"You and your parents... you don't... no, you don't..."

"Oh please!", I said, which was not actually an answer at all, so I managed to remain truthful, sort of.

She looked at Jerry curiously. "And that was when you met Amber's parents? Did you..."

It was his turn to grin. "I'd love to tell you nasty stories about it, but no. That night I met Amber and was with her all night. Besides, you've met Tom and Clarice, when they visited last month. We went out to dinner with them."

Anna had to think about it a moment, then the light bulb went off. "Oh, yeah, I remember, the Arizona developer we went out with!", She turned to me and asked, "That was your parents?" I nodded. "Now I remember. God, I should have known it. You're the spitting image of your mother! She was gorgeous! Your father's pretty hunky, too."

"I suppose he is, but he's just my dad to me. Mom is a looker, though, and we wear the same sizes, so I borrowed some of her clothes for the weekend. I mean, the everyday stuff and sundress and such, I have, but for anything more formal, she has loads more than me."

"So you and Amber's parents haven't, you know?", she asked him.

Jerry shook his head. "No, that would be way too many complications for me. Even Amber, I didn't know I was going to be talking to her father about a project until after the party. Otherwise I might have, well, skipped that particular pleasure."

I laughed at this, since his face had said volumes about not trying to insult me while saying he wouldn't have fucked me if he had known who I was. "I'm not complaining, Jerry. Are you?"

He grinned back. "No!"

I turned to Anna. "So how did you meet our host? I take it it wasn't at a party."

"No it was at a party, just not that type of party.", she said with a smile. "I was at a Christmas party a few years ago at his company as a guest of someone in the marketing department and we met. I was showing him some of my work and we just kept talking and talking and talking. Then after the party we went out to dinner, and then dinner became drinks, and then drinks became a nightcap, and before you know it I was cooking breakfast for him in heels and stockings and not much else!"

"Maybe we can do that this weekend.", I commented.

"What an excellent idea!", Jerry replied.

Dinner was first rate, as much from the company as from the food, which was delicious. Jerry had a T-bone, Anna had a filet, and I had the surf and turf, along with all the usual potatoes, salads, and sides. It was late when we were done. We didn't just leave either. Jerry pulled his cell phone out and called for our driver, then waited ten minutes before paying and leaving. The driver, Robert, was standing inside the front door. He opened the door, looked around briefly, then escorted us to the limo and loaded us inside. It was a little creepy knowing we were being guarded, even if it was very subtle. I think he even had a gun in a shoulder holster. I didn't see it, but something seemed to be under his jacket.

Back at Anna's, Robert saw us inside to the elevators before taking off. We managed to make it to Anna's suite without gangsters descending on us in the elevator, and she let us in. I was a little wired on the wine by then, keyed up and really anticipating another go-around with Anna and Jerry. Anna, I think, felt the same way. Her nipples were puffy and stiff and clearly visible through the thin fabric of her little sundress. Well, so were mine, for that matter! Jerry kicked off his shoes and jacket and sat down on the couch in her living room and Anna and I grabbed some glasses and a bottle of wine and snuggled up on either side of him. We drank our wine while he started touching us softly, a finger running along a shoulder or across a kneecap, just enough to set our nerves on fire and cause our pussies to flood out. I was just so incredibly horny!

I don't recall which of us started it, Anna or me. Maybe it was both of us. I do recall starting to rub Jerry's cock through his pants and finding her starting to do the same. I glanced at her and found her grinning back. We just undid his pants and reached inside to rub his cock. Jerry had gone to dinner commando, so his thick and long cock was waving in the air before us. His hands were on our backs and I know the one on mine was pushing me lower, so I slid down on the floor and began sucking his cock. Anna followed along to stroke his shaft and pull his pants down. She began toying with his heavy white-haired balls while I sucked his cockhead. I was enjoying it and Jerry was really enjoying it. Only a few minutes later his volcano blew and filled my mouth with an eruption of come.

Jerry stood and kicked off his pants and pulled off his shirt, then led us down the hall to Anna's bedroom. He stopped along the way in the bathroom, and though I didn't see him, I bet he went in to take a pill. Well, that was fine by me. Anna had warned him earlier that she was very horny and that I was very horny, so that meant Jerry was going to have to work twice as hard! He had laughed at this and promised to do or die. Once in Anna's room, which had the hugest bed I've ever seen — if mine was king size, this was emperor size! — she and I stripped naked and lounged on the bed waiting for Jerry.

Once he joined us, we both got to work reviving his cock. We did it like earlier, though this time Anna rode his cock and I rode his lips. Anna and I leaned into each other and let our mouths and hands visit, even while Jerry was sucking and fucking beneath us. Anna may not be into the party scene, but she was definitely bi, so she knew all about getting me off! I really loved when she nibbled my nipples and fingered my clit even while I rode Jerry's face! I barely noticed when Jerry groaned and pumped a load up into her, but she gave a small shriek and shivered at his touch.

We rolled off him and Anna and I cuddled together. I reached over and began tugging his sticky and come-covered cock, and when he got hard again, I announced, "My turn!" I pushed Anna onto her back and crawled between her legs. I figured on eating while Jerry fucked me. I lifted my butt high in the air and lowered my face to her pussy. She smelled like heaven, sweet and loaded with jizz and very wet. She began to moan as I began to lick. Jerry knelt behind me and his cock slipped inside very easily, all the way, in one quick thrust. By now he was well fucked, so he was able to give me a long, hard fuck. Those big strokes were bottoming out, slamming his hips into my butt and forcing my face into Anna's sloppy pussy. She was moaning and Jerry was groaning and I was just coming like there was no tomorrow! He finally unloaded in me while I was coming for about the twentieth time. I sagged forward and fell asleep in between Anna and Jerry.



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Chapter 21

Saturday morning, I woke hearing Anna suck Jerry off. She had moved between us and was kneeling between his widespread legs. I reached over and ran my fingers along his body until he came down her throat. Anna had some great technique! She could deep throat almost better than anybody I had seen. We all went to the bathroom and showered together, and this time it was my turn. Jerry did my ass in the shower, with Anna feeding his cock up my butt and pinching my nipples as he assfucked me. Even though I hadn't had an enema, in the shower it didn't matter, and he really reamed me out before unloading up my butt.

"So, what's the plan for the day, girls?", he asked as we toweled off.

"You're taking your granddaughters to Disneyland, remember?", replied Anna with a laugh.

Jerry laughed. "You two were serious about that?"

"Sure, why not?", I replied. "I've never been there. Don't you want to take us, grandpa?"

Jerry shook his head in amusement. "Okay by me." I'm guessing that even his magic pills could only do so much for him. There was no way he was going to be able to spend the entire day fucking the pair of us.

"You've never been to Disneyland?", asked Anna incredulously.

"Well, not the one here. I have been to the one in Florida." I said.

"That's Disney World. Wow! I can't believe it." She turned to Jerry. "It's definite. We got to go!"

Dress mode was pretty casual, by which I mean we wore sneakers and underwear. I had been planning at first on shorts and a tube top, but Anna stopped and reminded me we'd have lots of kids around us. My eyes widened, but I threw a top on over the tube. She wore shorts and a t-shirt, with a bra underneath. Jerry wore khakis and a polo shirt, and deck shoes without socks. I asked him about that. Both Anna and I had little footie socks with our tennis shoes. "I've been going without socks whenever I can for years. My feet sweat like crazy. I've got calluses in all the right places, I guess." I shrugged and took his hand as we went out the door, with Anna locking up and following us out.

Jerry had a driver, a different one than Robert, but stamped from the same mold, out front. The cool thing was that he managed to drive us up right to where he could drop us at the gate, without having to park a million miles away. Jerry had a phone in his pocket and would call when he wanted us picked up. I guess he felt safe enough inside the park we wouldn't need a security guard following us around.

It really was fun, with Anna and I acting like little kids again and Jerry really acting like the adult. We wanted to take him on the Dumbo ride and through 'It's A Small World' but he drew the line at that. Still we spent the day and rode lots of rides and ate ourselves sick and bought Mickey caps and all sorts of junk. It was great! I am absolutely sure most people figured Jerry was our father or grandfather, and we teased him mercilessly about it. Jerry just gave us smiles and promised to punish us later.

Jerry didn't punish us though. He simply gave us both excellent fuckings. Saturday night when we got back to Anna's we both got a very enjoyable screw, and Sunday we sort of lazed around in the morning and got fucked as well. Sunday afternoon we piled into a limo and had the driver ride us around LA and see the sights (it's a huge fucking city and we didn't see anywhere near all of it, just down to Venice Beach and a walk along the boardwalk!) Back at Jerry's that evening, Anna and I cooked dinner and screwed Jerry again.

Monday was a little different. Jerry had a morning meeting — well, it was a Monday and he did have a multi-million dollar construction company to run! — so he took off even before we had woken up. Anna did a lot of free lance work, so she could goof off for a couple of days. We goofed off most of the morning (we fucked each other most of the morning, but our batteries lasted longer than Jerry's pills) then mid-afternoon we got dressed and drove over to Jerry's house. He doesn't have a mansion, I don't think, but it's a really big house on a really big lot, with gates and a housekeeper and all. We let ourselves in, and the housekeeper smiled when she saw Anna. Anna sent her home and said that we'd take care of Jerry for the evening.

Taking care of Jerry required Anna and I to prepare. First we figured out what Consuela had been planning on cooking and seeing what, if anything we had to do as well. Dinner was going to be lamb chops and roast potatoes, which Anna announced she could handle. We did what we needed to do without really starting to cook, then Anna took me on a tour of the house. It was a pretty nice place, with a very private back yard and some very nice fixings all around. Jerry's bed was at least the same size as Anna's emperor size model, and his bath was almost as big. We grabbed our bags and went upstairs.

Step One was to strip down and shower up. We took a nice hot shower and shave together, then gave each other enemas to be squeaky clean everywhere. That was a little different — while I had a plug up my butt and the enema solution inside me, Anna decided to lick my pussy! Very weird but very hot! Afterwards we toweled dry and put on our outfits.

Step Two was our 'maid's' outfits. Black fishnet stockings and black stilettos and lacy white aprons and nothing else. Jerry was going to get some maid service unlike anything he'd ever had before! We headed back downstairs about half past five and made ourselves some drinks and worked in the kitchen. We knew Jerry would be back around six so we started the broiler up and began cooking.

We heard the front door open and Anna and I grinned to each other. We had already worked out our plan. We skipped out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the foyer just in time to find Jerry setting a briefcase on a side table. "Welcome home, Mister Varrel!", said Anna, curtseying.

I parroted her and threw in a curtsey of my own. "Welcome home, Mister Varrel!"

Jerry looked us over and a big grin came to his face. "Good evening girls."

Anna and I flanked him and each of us took an arm; we led Jerry into the living room and sat him down in a comfortable armchair. "Welcome home, Mister Varrel.", repeated Anna. "Can we make you more comfortable?"

"Can we get you a drink, Mister Varrel?", I asked.

"Anything at all, Mister Varrel, anything at all!", agreed Anna. She jiggled her bare tits invitingly at Jerry, who just smiled at us.

"Maybe a drink?"

"Yes, Mister Varrel!", she said happily. This was a game Anna and Jerry had played before, and enjoyed, and I was extra spice. We traipsed off to the kitchen and made Jerry a quick gin and tonic, then scampered back to the living room.

"Here you go, Mister Varrel. Anything else we can do for you, Mister Varrel? Anything? Anything at all?", I asked, jiggling my tits. I ran my fingers along the front of his pants and found a very nice erection hiding inside. Anna smiled down at Jerry from the other side and jiggled her tits as well.

"Uh, well, now that you mention it..."

"Ooh, goody, yes Mister Varrel!", squealed Anna. She immediately knelt at Jerry's feet and reached for his belt buckle and zipper. She concentrated on his lower half while I stripped off Jerry's jacket and shirt. By the time I had his torso naked, Anna had Jerry's cock entirely in her mouth and was happily giving him a blowjob. I joined her at his feet and leaned in, to help by licking his balls and cockshaft. She shifted sideways to give me equal access, and we alternated sucking his cock. It was purely chance that when Jerry finally groaned and let loose, he happened to be between my lips at the time. I sucked and swallowed while Anna pumped him dry.

Anna helped Jerry back into his pants and asked, "Would you like some dinner now, Mister Varrel?"

"That would be very nice."

Anna returned to the kitchen. The lamb chops had been in the warming oven, so she simply had to finish heating up some rolls and steaming the asparagus. I helped Jerry finish dressing and led him to the dining room, then refreshed his drink. We brought the food out and set it on the table. Jerry was at the end and Anna and I flanked him and fed him, stealing small bites in between. We were also running our hands across Jerry's crotch. Dessert would be pretty interesting as well!

When dinner ended, Anna and I cleaned the table off, right down to the gleaming mahogany. Jerry stayed at the table, and when we came back, he decided Anna was to be the first course of desert. She sat on the dining room table in front of him and Jerry lowered his face to her pussy. She gasped as he began licking her clit, so I stood next to her and kissed her and began playing with her tits. Jerry and I ate her to two flaming orgasms, the final one with her laying on her back on the table while I knelt with my pussy over her face. I was warmed up for the next round. Jerry sat up and undid his pants, exposing his stiff cock, then helped me down off the table and onto his lap. I was seated on his cock facing away from him, with his hands wrapped around my waist and pinching my nipples. Anna crawled off the table and buried her face between our legs; she was alternating licking Jerry's balls and my slit with his cock in it. It was my turn to scream as I came, and I rode Jerry's cock until he unloaded up my pussy.

At that point both Anna and I were sweat soaked and Jerry was out of it for the moment. Jerry led us out back to his deck and I found he had a large hot tub. Anna squealed, "Oooh, goody!", and hit several buttons on a control panel mounted on the wall. The jets started the water swirling and a few lights came on under the water, and she promptly stripped off her heels and stockings (the apron had come off while Jerry was eating her out.) I stripped, too, and climbed into the tub with her. Jerry excused himself and said he was going to get some wine. I watched him and noticed he bypassed the wine cabinet and went upstairs.

I commented on it to Anna and asked, "Where's he going?"

Anna shrugged. "Probably to take one of his pills."

"Is that safe for him?", I asked.

She shrugged again, though not unpleasantly. "I don't really know. I mean, Hugh Hefner is older than Jerry and he takes them like candy! Anyway, you know Jerry. I think that if you gave him the choice of living forever without sex and a small chance of going out with it, he'd take his chances."

"Yeah, you might be right."

Jerry returned a couple of minutes later, with a smile, a bottle of wine, and some glasses. He had a robe wrapped around him and he went back inside. A minute later he brought Anna and me some robes as well, along with a wine cooler with ice in it. He poured us all some wine, set the wine in the wine cooler and placed that next to the hot tub, then removed his robe and climbed in between us. I suspected Jerry had indeed taken one of his magic pills; his cock, while not erect, had begun stiffening as it hung down between his thighs. Anna and I smiled at each other and moved so that we were on either side of him. For the next half hour we sipped our wine and rubbed Jerry's cock until it was gloriously hard. Jerry sighed contentedly. He spent his time refilling our wineglasses and alternately pinching our nipples and kissing us.

The wine was now gone and Anna moved to mount him right there in the hot tub, but Jerry stopped her. "Let's go inside and upstairs." We left the robes behind, traipsing naked through the house and up the stairs to jerry's master suite.

Jerry opened up a drawer in a nightstand and pulled out several toys and a tube of AstroGlide. "I need to fuck you in the ass before you go home.", he told me.

Anna giggled. "I'll help!"

I knelt on the bed, waiting for Jerry to enter me from behind, but he really surprised me. He pushed me down onto my side and spooned up behind me, his thick fat cock throbbing against my rear. He handed Anna the tube of AstroGlide and asked her to get things ready, and then he slid a knee between my legs from behind and lifted my legs apart. Anna lay on the bed with her face at my pussy and then began reaching between us. She lubed my asshole and then Jerry's cock, and then she positioned his cockhead at my butthole. "Fuck it into her, now!", she ordered, and Jerry hunched his back, slowly pushing his cock up my ass. I moaned as he entered me, it felt so good, and Ann used her fingers to keep his cock going straight up my greasy hole.

"Now, fuck her ass hard, Jerry! Fuck her ass hard!" Anna ran her greasy fingers over my pussy and began kissing my tits and nipples and just sent me into orbit with my first come. I was gasping as I watched her through half dazed eyes as she pulled away. Next she grabbed this gigantic dildo and pushed it into my pussy. As soon as it was inside she flipped a switch and turned it on. It was probably the most powerful vibrator I'd ever felt, almost as good as the Sybian Marina owns, and I came again. Meanwhile, behind me, Jerry was making hard and fast strokes in and out of my asshole with that magic cock of his. I was on pussy overload, just one long incredible orgasm, shivering and shaking, making nonsense sounds and moans. I barely noticed when Jerry slammed into me from behind, holding me in place while he came up my butt. I think I almost passed out!

The next thing I really remember was opening my eyes and finding myself laying alone on the bed. Anna was kneeling next to me and Jerry was kneeling behind her, fucking her hard. I though it was a doggy style fuck until she begged him to fuck her ass harder. I stirred myself alive and swung around to kiss her beautiful face and play with those gorgeous tits. Jerry and I really gave her a working over before his final come exploded up her ass.

We all fell asleep at that point. I know I was exhausted and Anna couldn't have been far behind. Jerry would have needed a crane to lift his cock, magic pills or not! I woke the next morning when I felt him stir alive and followed him into the bathroom. We alternated using the toilet, then I joined him in the shower, using the hot water to come alive again. We washed each other thoroughly, then as his cock stiffened, he smiled and pushed down on my shoulders. I knelt there and sucked his cock as the hot water cascaded down around us. He had revived enough during our sleep that it didn't take all that long before his cock swelled and filled my mouth with his sweet and creamy jizz. We dried off and returned to the bedroom to find Anna stirring awake.

"Good morning, sleepyhead.", he commented. I sat down on the bed and kissed Anna as Jerry began moving around the room preparing to get dressed. I sat there cross-legged as Anna crawled from the sheets. Jerry was half dressed by the time she returned. He finished dressing, then kissed us both good-bye. "I have to go." I was all for going another round and rubbed myself all over him, as did Anna, but Jerry just laughed and pushed us back. "I have to go!"

"And what are we supposed to do?", asked Anna.

Jerry laughed at this. "Like you two can't find something to do! Besides, you need to take Amber back to your place to pack up for her flight." He took me back into his arms to give me a long hug. "Amber, God but it was good of you to visit. We will have to do this again!" The he gave Anna another kiss and hug. "I will see you tonight. Call me after Amber is safely in the air and let me know." Then he was out the bedroom door.



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Chapter 22

It was another long miserable wait in the airport followed by a short miserable flight. On the flight out I was sandwiched between an overweight and sweaty businessman and a grandmother who spent the entire time showing me pictures of her grandchildren and telling me about them. The flight home was similar, only I was next to a Spanish speaking grandmother and an overweight and sweaty businesswoman. At least this time I was spared the crying baby behind me. I called Mom from the terminal and she came down and picked me up.

It was good to be home and I desperately needed a nap. I called Jack from the house but ended up talking to his answering machine. Later, after dinner, I called him again but he was still out, so I went to bed early. I started college the next day!

I was so excited about starting college, I actually got there early. Wednesday was the first day of classes, although I had come by last week to buy my books. I was leaving class about four in the afternoon, heading towards the parking lot when I saw a smiling face waiting on a bench by the door. It was Jack! I ran over to him as he stood up and jumped into his arms. He laughed as he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist, and we kissed.

"Jack, what are you doing here!?", I asked excitedly. "I wasn't expecting you!"

He shrugged. "I knew your schedule." I must have given him a curious look, so he explained, "You left a copy at my place last week. Anyway, I knew your schedule and skipped out early. I have a class tonight, anyway." That was right, he had told me that last week.

Jack and I talked for hours! His class started at seven, so he walked me over to one of the campus cafeterias and bought burgers. Since I was a commuter, I hadn't bought either room or board, so I planned to eat most of my meals at home. I think it was then that I realized just how much I really loved Jack. I know that I was just off a crazy weekend of incredibly hot and mad sex with another man and a woman, but it was true. Oh, I loved being with Jerry and Anna, but there really wasn't any future with them. They were a vacation, a great vacation, true, but that was all.

Jack, he was somebody I could stay with forever. He was a future, not a really great weekend. Okay, so weekends with Jack were really great, too, but you know what I mean.

"So, ready for this weekend?", he asked with a grin.

"Absolutely!" Jack had invited me to go with him to Lake Havasu for the Labor Day weekend. His younger brother Tommie had a boat and had invited him to spend the weekend boating and drinking beer. It sounded like a great idea. "Uh, when should I meet you and where? Your apartment?" I would be out of class at lunch time but Jack wouldn't be off work until five or so.

"Yeah, that reminds me... Here, this is for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key and handed it to me.

It took me a moment to recognize it as a door key. "Jack?"

"It's a key to my place. You should probably have one. Just let yourself in and we can leave once I get home."

"All right, I'll give it to you when you get home."

He gave me a curious and exasperated look. "Don't be silly. That's for you. It's your key, not a spare."

My eyes widened at this. "Really!?" Oh my God! He gave me a key to his apartment! Jack grinned at me. "Just how many other women have keys to your apartment?", I teased.

"Well, there is this middle-aged Mexican woman, gray hair, a little chubby, but be nice if you meet her."

"Your cleaning lady?" Jack's place was clean, but he still needed a woman's touch.

"My mother!" Jack laughed at this.

I kissed Jack and left. Our schedules were such that I wouldn't see him again until Friday, so I made sure it was a good kiss. He was breathless by the time I bounced away.

There was no problem with my staying with Jack for the Labor Day weekend — my parents weren't home anyway. They and the Bakers had left Thursday night for a long and sinful weekend at the same Caribbean resort the McNabbs had been to. I had heard Mom and Amanda giggling as they planned their weekend, but Dad was a little more cynical about it. He had commented that they were going to commit perversions and depravities outside of American jurisdiction. I had told them of Jack's and my plans and they had nodded in understanding. They also wanted to meet him someday.

I let myself into Jack's apartment with my new key and felt a surge of possessiveness sweep through me, but I wasn't sure why. Did I possess him or did he possess me? I kind of liked both ideas. It wasn't much after lunch and I had several hours before Jack came home. I wasn't totally sure of our schedule, but I knew that I had been too long away from Jack. No way would I be able to wait until we got to Lake Havasu tonight; I needed Jack now!

I tossed my bags into the spare bedroom and undressed, then headed into the bathroom. Mister Jinx followed me in and jumped up onto the hamper and watched as I took a long and slow bath and touched up my legs, underarms, and everywhere in between. Everywhere! I was going to spend all weekend long in a bikini or even less, and I didn't want even a trace of stubble. Thoroughly clean and relaxed, I went back to the bedroom. I found a black shorty robe in my closet and pulled a pair of black ankle strapped stilettos from my bag. I also grabbed my makeup kit and my hairbrush and went to work.

By the time Jack came home, I was seated on the couch, wearing my robe and heels, my feet tucked up next to me, my hair brushed out, my eyes highlighted, and my lips bright red. I wanted to look irresistible when he came in the living room.

The son of a bitch never came in the living room! "I'll be ready in a moment, babe!", Jack called out, seconds after the apartment door opened. He went through the kitchen and down the hall, and I could faintly hear him pissing into the toilet. Well, screw that! Time to take matters into my own hands.

Standing, I went down the hall and into the bedroom, and leaned seductively against the doorframe. Jack's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped when he came out of the bathroom and saw me. "Uh... I thought... we were going..."

I moved closer and wrapped my arms around his neck. "We don't have to leave right away, do we?", I said, then pulled his face down to mine and kissed him with a lot of tongue.

Jack was breathing hard. He had already loosened his tie (most of the time he wore company golf shirts, but sometimes he had to wear a jacket and tie.) I slowly pulled his tie off and tossed it aside. "We'll be, uh, late...", he said.

I yanked his face back down for another kiss, and began to slowly unbutton his shirt. I didn't let go until I had his shirt undone. I pulled back and began licking down his neck to his chest, with one hand slipping inside to touch him while the other remained wrapped around his neck. "But I need you, Jack!"

"Uhhh..."

I reached down and caressed the front of his trousers. No matter what gibberish was dribbling from Jack's mouth, the rest of him knew exactly what to do. His cock felt like an iron rod in his pants. "I need you!"

Jack caved. Of course he caved! All his blood was in his pants, not above his collar! I pushed him back to the bed and undid his pants and then pushed them and his shorts down his thighs. I pushed him back onto the bed and then crawled on top of him. I opened up my robe, exposing my body to him, and as his eyes feasted hungrily on me, I sank down on his cock, impaling myself on him.

Oh God but it felt good! Jack's big cock filled every nook and cranny of my pussy. He felt huge inside me. I began to rock on top of the cock trapped inside me. Jack moaned happily as I fucked his cock up inside me. I lowered my tits down to his face and he began to lick and suck on my nipples. Suddenly it was like he was a starving man and couldn't get enough. His hands were all over me, then he grabbed my hips and began driving me down onto his cock. He was grunting and groaning, and then, while I was coming hard, he arched his back and thrust upwards, and hot come spewed up into me.

I collapsed onto jack's body, stretching out with his semi-stiff cock still inside my dripping pussy. I moaned happily, and then whispered, "I love you, Jack."

I had told Jack this before. It was true. What hadn't happened before happened next. "I love you too, Amber.", he whispered back, as his hands stroked my shoulders idly.

I stiffened slightly and raised my eyes to meet his. "Jack?"

He smiled. It was the first time he had ever said that to me. All the other times I had told him I loved him, he simply murmured something unintelligible or kissed me. "I said I loved you."

"Really?!"

He nodded with a grin. I just started crying, big tears but happy tears. "Oh Jack, I love you, I love you, I love you..." I began to kiss his body, his chest and face and neck. "I love you, I love you..." He just laughed and kept his arms wrapped around me.

I needed more. I rolled off him onto the bed and tugged him with me. "Make love to me Jack, please, make love to me!", I begged.

Jack gave me a sweet smile and moved on top of me, gently settling into place, his stiff cock aiming at my pussy. I reached down between us to guide it inside, happily sighing as he slowly pushed all the way in. Once he bottomed out, I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles together. With my arms wrapped around his back, I held on tight enough that he would never get away from me. I moaned and urged him on; Jack began to pick up speed as we made love. In no time at all we had moved beyond slow lovemaking to hardcore sweaty fucking. Jack pounded me through one orgasm and into another before he blew another load in on top of the first.

"I love you, Jack."

"I love you, too, Amber, but we have to get going." He laughed and crawled off the bed before I could grab him and pull him back. Jack stripped off any remaining clothing and went back into the bathroom. Well, okay, he was right, but he didn't seem to mind being late. I stripped off my robe and heels and joined him in the shower. That made us even later!

It was close to eleven when we got to the motel in Lake Havasu that Jack's brother had gotten a room for us at. It wasn't anything special, really just a Motel 6 sort of place, cheap but with cable. It was a real casual weekend. I wore a tank top and a little flirt skirt and flip flops. In my bag I had a couple of bikinis and a cover-up, and a couple of sundresses and a pair of high heeled sandals for partying in. Underwear would have just taken up room. Like I said, very casual.

We stopped for dinner in a Tex-Mex taco place outside of Lake Havasu. I was almost the only Anglo in the place but it didn't bother me. I was with Jack, who seemed very protective, and my Spanish is pretty good — I mean, if you live almost anywhere in the Southwest, you end up learning Spanish, or the Tex-Mex version anyway. When we got to the motel we checked in and immediately went to bed. No muss, no fuss. We simply took off our clothes, got under the covers, screwed doggy style twice (Jesus but was that good!) and went to sleep.

We woke early with the sun coming through the curtains. When I pushed the bedcovers down and saw Jack's morning wood, my pussy got wet all over again. I reached down and flicked my fingers over his cockhead, then smiled and shifted around. I licked his cock and gently pumped his shaft as Jack stirred alive. I kept sucking and he slipped a hand between my thighs and began fingerfucking me. I came almost as quickly as he did, so I swallowed and lay back to enjoy a second come a few minutes later.

After breakfast at the Mickey D's across the street, Jack and I went back to the motel and dressed in our swimsuits and a cover-up for myself. It was time to go. We stopped along the way and picked up a couple of cases of Coors and a cooler full of ice. Jack knew Lake Havasu and we headed over to the marina his brother's boat was docked at. Jack parked in the marina's parking lot and we grabbed all our shit and headed towards the dock, Jack leading with the two cases of beer and me following with the ice and cooler.

We stopped at a speedboat named Tommy's Titanic and Jack set the beer down. He looked through a window into some sort of cabin on the boat and then jumped aboard. He pounded on the side of the boat and yelled loudly, "Put a Band-Aid on that pimple and get your ass out here!"

"Fuck you, asshole!", sounded from inside the boat. Jack started laughing and motioned me closer, to take the cooler and ice from me. I passed our stuff to him, and he set it in the back of the Titanic. He was holding a hand out to steady me as I climbed aboard when Jack's brother came up from below. He was pulling a pair of swim trunks up. He was followed by a very small girl tugging a t-shirt down; it was obvious that all she was wearing was the shirt. "Asshole!", he muttered, then Jack and Tommy were hugging.

"Fuck you, too, Tommy. Say hello to Amber."

"Hello, Amber.", replied Tommy. "This is the first mate, Missy.", he said, introducing his friend.

"Hello."

Tommy must have taken after either some other member of the family because he looked nothing like Jack. Tommy was several inches shorter, maybe six foot even, but broader, not fat or even chubby, but more solid, though he wasn't as ripped as Jack. He also shaved his head. His skin was darker than Jack's, he definitely had more Mex showing, probably more Indio on his father's side. Jack and Tommy were only half brothers and Jack had mentioned that Tommy was his oldest brother, just a year younger than himself, and that his mother had married a Mexican.

Missy was Anglo like me. She was absolutely tiny, maybe five foot if she was thinking tall thoughts, and weighed about ninety-five pounds soaking wet. I was hoping to see her that way soon; she was absolutely delicious! She was really cute, slim, nice ass and legs, perky B cup tits that looked even bigger on her than my D cups did on me. She had this wild and crazy twinkle in her eyes. "Howdy, Jack.", she said, then she grinned at us and came over to me. "Welcome aboard!" She hugged me and stepped back. "I need to change. Come on." She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the doorway that she and Tommy had exited the interior of the boat through.

I stopped at the doorway and looked inside. A couple of short steps led down to a small cabin. I bent down and stepped inside. The ceiling was low. "You even have a bed!", I exclaimed. A small, bed was crammed into the front of the bedroom. There was a slight scent of sex in the room. "Did you stay here last night?"

"No, this is just for overnight stays if you are out late. There's no shower or anything, or a kitchen. We stayed at the same motel you did, but we weren't sure which room you guys were in." She opened a little door at the side. "The head is in here."

"The head of what? It looks like a bathroom."

Missy laughed. "It's called a head." I must have given her a mystified look, because she kept explaining. "Boats have their own vocabulary, like head for bathroom, and this is a cabin, not a bedroom."

"Oh.", I said, feeling stupid. "I've never been on a boat like this before."

She waved off my nerves. "I didn't know it either, until I met Tommy." Then, as I stood there and watched, she reached down and grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and peeled it over her head. She was totally unselfconscious about being naked in front of me. She looked gorgeous! Nice, firm boobs that looked really big on her tiny frame, cute bubble butt, nice legs. Her jewelry really caught my eye! She had a dangly silver ring in her belly button and a pair of smaller silver rings in her nipples, one on each side. There was even a glint of silver between her legs!

Missy must have seen me staring, because she grinned and said, "Cool, huh!?"

'Uh, yeah..." I kept staring at her totally bare shaved pussy. "Is that... ?" She giggled and flopped back onto the bed, raising her knees and spreading her thighs. It became obvious she had a matching silver ring through the hood of her clit. "Oh, my God!", I gasped.

Missy flicked a finger across the little silver ring. "Cool!", she repeated.

"Didn't that hurt?", I asked.

Missy stood up and grabbed a bikini off the floor (deck, I was told.) "A little, but I was so turned on at the time I also came, hard. It was the same when I had my nipples done."

"Wow." She pulled on the swimsuit and adjusted it. I took off my cover-up and we headed up to the deck.

The guys were untying the boat from the dock, beer cans already open. They whistled at Missy and me, so we posed briefly before grabbing beers of our own. She was wearing this little Brazilian thong bottom and bandeau top in a sheer black mesh. I had on my sheer blue string bikini that turned transparent when wet.

"So what's the plan?", I asked. I had never been boating like this before.

"First thing is some water skiing. Do you ski?", asked Tommie. I shook my head. I had never learned and told everyone so. "No big deal. The rest of us do and you'll have fun watching your asshole boyfriend fall in the water."

"Fuck you, Tommy.", responded Jack with a smile.

"We need to do the skiing in the morning. By lunchtime the place gets crazy, boats everywhere, so we can't do much after lunch but swim and drink beer and goof off."

"I can handle that part.", I admitted.

"Jack and Tommy are assigned all the hard work.", said Missy. "You and I are more in the entertainment end of things." I laughed and looked at her curiously. "All we have to do is look hot and sexy, get the guys beers, and keep the bong loaded. Later on, we can help the guys relax." Jack and Tommy gave us some big shit-eating grins at that.

The bong? Did Jack smoke dope, too? I mean, I did some pot in high school and with some buddies, but never with Jack. I'd never seen any around his apartment and he had never mentioned it, so I figured he was totally straight. I looked at him but didn't get an answer. Or I should say his answer was silent. Almost as soon as we untied from the dock and got out of the marina, Missy pulled a big fat joint out from her handbag and lit it up. She toked up and passed it to Tommy, who passed it in turn to his brother. Jack inhaled deeply, like an old time pro, who sent it my way. It was some primo shit!

"Since when did you smoke?", I asked him, sitting next to him on the cushioned seats after we started moving out.

He shrugged. "Since always, I guess. I didn't start until college, and I almost never do it now, but what the fuck. I'm on vacation, right!?" He took another hefty puff as it came to him and passed it back to me. "I smoked a shitload in college!"

"Cool!", I commented. His brother finished the joint and tossed the roach overboard, then we did another round of beers. Missy went below and brought up a couple of life jackets and some gear for skiing, ropes and skis. I didn't have a clue but Jack grabbed everything and started sorting it out. The rope connected to this pole thingy on the back of the boat, and he put on a life jacket and helped Missy into one. Once we got to a relatively quiet place on the lake north of Lake Havasu City, Tommy stopped the boat and helped Missy into the water. He waited for her to get set, then she waved a hand and he peeled out. She climbed right up on the skis and we were off and running.

Missy skied for about fifteen minutes, zigzagging back and forth across our wake. She was really very good, skiing with only one hand and jumping the waves. Jack went second and wasn't quite that good, though he told me he was rusty. It took him three tries to get on the skis, and afterwards he had to use both hands and didn't get all that fancy. While he was skiing, Missy gave Tommy her life jacket. He went third and was pretty good, skiing one-handed, jumping the wake, and even flipping around backwards once.

Even though I didn't water ski, I kept up my part of the deal. I made sure I looked hot and sexy, and served up the beer. Once Missy got back in the boat we lit up another joint and laughed at Jack who wasn't smoking it with us. It was actually kind of educational. When Jack was in the water and Tommy came around to pull him aboard, Jack stayed behind in the water for a minute, grinning and saying he was taking care of "Number One." Tommy and Missy laughed, and Missy explained to me that the head was really the same sort as on board a camper, not very big. If you needed to go "Number One" you jumped overboard and peed in the water; you only used the head for "Number Two."

Missy and I talked while Tommy drove and Jack skied. She and Jack's brother actually lived down in Yuma, where she and Tommy shared an apartment. He was a welder and she was actually a student starting her senior year at Northern Arizona State, where the Yuma campus is actually in southern Arizona. Go figure! He was 24, a year-and-a-half younger than Jack and she was 22. They had been living together for over a year and were probably going to get engaged once she graduated.

By the time everyone had been in the water once, Tommy motioned me over to the controls and stood up. "Your turn.", he announced.

My eyes lit up and I grinned. "Really? Can I?!"

He laughed and pushed me into the driver's seat. "It's like driving a car. The wheel goes left and right, and the throttle makes it go faster or slower." He had me make a few circles in the water to test it, then Missy went in for another run. I went REAL slow at first, and straight, with Tommy telling me when to inch it up a notch and go faster. Tommy took his second run after Missy, with Missy and Jack coaching me, then it was Jack's turn again. I was really starting to get into it, and the beer sure wasn't hurting. I actually needed to jump into the water and pee myself, and both Tommy and Jack applauded when I climbed back on board and my swimsuit was transparent.

It was Jack's turn and he sat down on the edge of the boat to put on the life jacket. Missy said, "Jack you can't come back aboard until you say the magic word."

"Oh? So what's the magic word? Please? Thank you?"

Missy winked at me. "Cunnilingus!", she yelled and pushed him overboard. I almost died laughing.

"You crazy bitch!", he spluttered as the rest of us laughed.

"There's a test later, Jack, an oral test!" She nudged the throttle and we moved away from Jack, so that he couldn't climb back on board.

I moved into place to drive Jack around, and we did that until he signaled he wanted to come back. I was on the verge of slowing down when Missy laughed and rammed the throttle forward. The Titanic shot forward, dumping Jack into the drink. He flipped us all the bird as we came around, so we went around him in circles and laughed. "What's the magic word?", yelled Tommy.

"Fuck you!" was the reply. We drove away and then returned, to circle him some more.

"What's the magic word?", we yelled again.

"Cunnilingus.", Jack said.

"I can't hear you!", yelled Missy.

We made Jack say it a couple more times before we pulled up and allowed him back on board, and as he did he grabbed his brother and threw him back in the lake. After Tommy climbed back on board, he headed below, saying he needed to use the head. Missy winked at me and followed him below, closing a small door as she did.

Well, what the hell, smoking pot always makes me horny, so why shouldn't it make her horny, too. She had told me that she and Tommy frequently would tie the boat up somewhere and slip below, or even just lay down in the bottom of the cockpit and fuck their brains out. I slipped down to the deck and smiled slyly at Jack, and patted the deck beside me.

Jack slipped down next to me. "You had something in mind?", he asked.

"Remember the magic word?"

Jack laughed. "We don't have time for the magic word!" He slipped a hand into my lap and a finger slipped inside my bikini bottom. "Maybe later."

Jack's finger found my clit. Oh shit but that pot made me horny! "Oh, fuck me!", I moaned, but Jack just laughed and fingerfucked me. Mind you, my moans weren't the only ones on that boat. We could hear Missy moaning loudly from the cabin. Jack simply pushed his swimsuit down, exposing his stiff cock, then pushed my shoulders down so my face was going towards his prick. I stretched out as best I could and stuffed Jack's cock in my mouth; he fingered my pussy and clit while I sucked him off. We finished just before the cabin opened up and Tommy and Missy came up.

"Anybody for lunch? Or have you already eaten?", asked Tommy with a smirk.

"What's the magic word, Jack?", asked Missy. She didn't wait for an answer but went back below and came up with a grocery bag. Inside were sub sandwiches from a grocery store near the marina. I passed out another round of beers and we devoured the subs. Not only did the pot make us horny, it gave us the munchies, too!

After lunch we stashed the skis and equipment, cracked open another round of beers, and headed out in search of a party. The lake was getting too crowded and wild to do any more skiing, just like Tommy had predicted. It didn't take us long to find some groups of floating boats tied together, sometimes tied to shore and other times just floating along. The first couple of flotillas we passed by, one because it was mostly older couples with children, and the second because Tommy sensed trouble.

We continued on and found a large group tied to the shore and each other and they invited us over. We moved in and tied on. It was a pretty good group, all young couples and college kids, with lots of beer going down easy in the hot sun. Hunky guys and girls in bikinis, loud music playing from a couple of big ass stereo systems, even a party barge was rocking away. We hung out there for quite awhile, goofing off and wandering from boat to boat, and welcoming others aboard. We weren't the only ones stoned on pot, either, and it was just one bitching afternoon!

We headed back to the dock in the late afternoon, doing a final joint and beer along the way. I was really reeling by the time we docked. We left Tommy's truck at the marina and we all rode back to the motel in Jack's Corolla. When we got to our rooms we drove around the back of the place (the reason we didn't know where they staying) and dropped off Tommy and Missy, then drove back to the front and parked by our room. Once inside I sat down on the bed to wait for Jack to get out of the bathroom. It was time for some dinner.

I woke up about eight-thirty when Jack shook my shoulder. "Come on sleepyhead, time for dinner."

"Huh?" I looked around the room sort of confused. It was still bright out but definitely later.

"Wake up. You fell asleep."

"I did?"

Jack smiled and nodded. "We all did. We were all kind of beat. Tommy just called. Hungry?"

Suddenly I could feel my stomach growling. "Yeah, actually. What's the plan?" I sat up and stood.

"Get dressed. Go out. Dinner. Drinks. The usual.", he replied.

"Dress code? I just brought a couple of sundresses and sandals."

Jack smiled and pointed me towards the bathroom. "Perfect!"

I showered quickly and came out naked, to his delight, then slipped into a knee length cotton sundress with a halter top and my high heeled sandals. He had showered before waking me up and was in slacks and a sport shirt, with a pair of deck shoes and no socks. He grabbed my hand and we went outside, and found Tommy and Missy rounding the corner and heading towards us. Tommy was dressed like Jack, Missy had a shorter sundress with spaghetti straps.

"You fell asleep, too?", I asked.

Missy nodded with a grin, Tommy more sheepishly. "Come on, let's go, I'm starved!", she replied.

We loaded back into the Corolla and headed out to find a restaurant and bar. Dinner was at a place called Gallagher's, which despite the Irish name served Italian. Then we went bar hopping until late. It was about eleven when we headed back to the motel. We dropped off Tommy and Missy and went back to our room. I was ready for bed, but not ready to sleep. "Oh, Jack, remember the magic word?"

It took Jack a few seconds to remember, but his eyes lit up and he got this big grin on his face. "I don't think it was please or thank you, was it?"

"Nope!" I kicked off the sandals and undid the tie holding my dress up, then skinned out of it. I jumped back onto the bed and spread my legs wide. "What was the magic word, Jack?"

"Cunnilingus!" He stripped off his clothing and I was pleased to note he had gone commando. His cock was already stiff and pointed at me. Jack lay down on the bed with his face at my pussy and started in on dessert. I kept him in his place with my hands entwined in his hair. Jack is an excellent pussylicker and he stayed in his place to lick me to two big comes. The second he was spreading my pussylips and sucking my clit and tonguing me like crazy!

"Jesus!", I gasped as I came down from the second Big O. Jack kept licking but I tugged on his ears and he crawled up on top of me. The next thing I knew he had lowered himself into me and his cock was slipping inside my extremely wet and slippery pussy. I moaned again and Jack began fucking me hard, holding me by the ass and laying on top of me as he pounded his cock inside me. He didn't last very long at all! "Oh, Jack! I love you! I love you! I love you!", I whispered over and over as I held him in my arms, my legs wrapped around his. As soon as he got stiff again, we made love again, a little slower this time and we lasted a long, long time! I lost track of my comes.



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Chapter 23


Sunday went along pretty much the same way Saturday did. The plan was to do some waterskiing in the morning, then join up with some other boats after lunch for beer and music. We stopped on the way to the marina and reloaded for the day - another load of beer, ice, and some sandwiches and munchies. Everything went pretty smoothly, and I got a lot more practice in driving the boat. Both Tommy and Missy wanted to know if Jack remembered the magic word, but this time it was Tommy who ended up swimming!

Things didn't get unusual until after lunch. I thought we were going to motor off and find some other boaters, but Missy told Tommy, "Photo time." Tommy simply nodded and moved towards shore, then Missy went below and returned with a digital camera.

Missy had been skiing in the same swimsuit as she had worn yesterday. Now, when she came back up from the cabin, she had changed into a bright red string bikini, one which tied at the sides. It was very skimpy, though not as transparent as the blue one I had worn yesterday (I was wearing a skimpy black one today!) Then, while Jack and I reclined against the side of the cockpit, Tommy sat down next to us. Missy stood across from us and began posing in her bikini. Tommy was taking pictures and giving her directions, you know, "Turn left. Turn right. Look back over your shoulder. Show me your ass..."

Then it got a bit kinky. He had her start teasing him by flashing a tit, first one, then the other, then both. She leaned back against the side of the boat and spread her legs, then flashed her pussy. "What in the world?", I commented, as Tommy continued to direct Missy. Jack grinned at me. I looked at him and said, "Forget it!"

Missy laughed so hard she had to stop. "It's for my website.", she explained.

"Your website?", I asked.

"My adult site."

"WHAT!?"

"Missy has this adult website, sluttymissy.com. She has me take her photos and post them. I'm the webmaster, I guess.", said Tommy.

"Are you shitting me?! Sluttymissy.com?"

"Yeah.", repeated Missy. "See, I've always been a real exhibitionist, and I've always gotten into having my photo taken, real risqué stuff, you know. Well, a couple of years ago, after I got into college, a friend of mine told me about this website for amateurs like me. It was so cool! You should try it!"

"No way!", I replied. I glanced back at my grinning boyfriend. "Forget it!", I repeated. He just laughed louder.

"So, anyways, every week or so I need to put up some photos.", Missy finished.

"And you get paid for this?"

"Oh, yeah!", she said enthusiastically. "I mean, not millions, but enough to buy some nice clothes every now and then. Some of the guys - my viewers - they even send me stuff to wear."

"You're shitting me, right!? You wear stuff perverts send you to take pictures in?" This was unbelievable!

Missy got this big shit-eating grin on her face. "You would not believe some of this stuff! It gets better! They buy me panties, that I can wear and get fucked in, and then mail to them. It's bizarre!"

"Unreal!" Jack and Tommy were laughing at all this, so I turned to my beloved. "Did you know about this?"

Tommy answered for him. "Shit! He's a charter member!"

"Fuck you.", replied Jack.

"Yeah, so how come you're on every chat night!", argued Missy.

"What? I am not!", protested Jack.

"When we get home, I'm looking on your computer.", I told him. Jack continued to protest his innocence and Tommy and Missy began shooting pictures again. Within a few minutes more she was topless, then bottomless. Finally she stood up and headed below with Tommy in tow. "Now what?", I asked.

"Now we're going to have sex.", she said matter-of-factly. My eyes widened right open. "I'm going to play with myself, then give Tommy a blowjob. Want to watch? It would be so cool!"

"Uh, thanks but no."

"You sure? I love to have guest photographers, and while I only do Tommy, Tommy likes it when I get it on with ladies on camera."

Jesus, she just hit on me! Then again, she was totally hot and I would definitely do her. Still, not on a boat and not on camera. Well, okay, sure on a boat, but definitely not on camera. I shook my head and Missy smiled and waved toodles to us, then she and Tommy went below.

"Is this for real?", I asked Jack.

He smiled and nodded. "Yeah, she's been doing this for a while now. I've never watched, but I am a member, I guess. Tommy gave me the secret name and password, and occasionally I log in. I'll show you at home." He slipped down next to me on the seat and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. "You know, they're going to be busy for a bit. Any ideas?"

I stared at him for a moment. "Your brother and his girlfriend are down below doing amateur porn and you're feeling horny?"

"That sort of sums it up nicely."

I thought about it for a second. Actually, I was about as lit up as a Christmas tree, with some beer and a couple of good joints of primo dope in me, and pot always makes me crazy. I was actually pretty horny, too! "You know, that sounds like a great idea!" I stripped off my bikini and lay down on some cushions and welcomed Jack aboard. That boat was really rocking, what with Jack and me on deck, and Tommy and Missy below. We made it quick, and got dressed just in time to see a grinning Tommy and Missy come back up top.

After lunch we stowed the ski gear and went in search of a party. We cruised in a different direction this time, and went by several groups of boats and rafts tied together. Then, as we went by one large group with loud music, the music stopped and an amplified voice broke in, "TOMMY RODRIGUEZ! STOP LOOKING UP THAT GIRL'S SKIRT AND REPORT TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE IMMEDIATELY!"

We all looked around wildly, then Tommy cranked the wheel over and headed in towards the speaker with the bullhorn, raising a middle finger in response. He pulled up to a large pontoon boat acting as a party barge and tossed a man on the boat a rope. The grinning host tied us up and yelled, "Get your ass up here, Tommy!"

This was a decidedly more adult group than the one we tied up to the other day. Yesterday all the girls were wearing bikinis; today quite a few were topless, and a few were totally naked. Everyone was drinking beer, and on a couple of the boats hard liquor was being passed around. The four of us each grabbed a beer and climbed up onto the pontoon boat, where Tommy shook hands vigorously with the owner.

"Markell, you asshole, how you doing? You showed up after all!", said Tommy. He handed our host a cold beer and then popped his own.

"I told you I would. Who are these folks and what are they doing with the likes of you?", Bill Markell, the owner of the party barge asked. Tommy introduced the three of us, and Markell in turn introduced us to his girlfriend, who came over from a group at the other end of the boat. She came over and I couldn't help but stare. She was a blonde a couple of inches taller than me and totally naked. She was gorgeous! She looked a lot like Pamela Anderson, only prettier, and with bigger boobs. I should say that she wasn't totally naked; she had a dragon tattooed in red, green, and black trailing up her left leg, with the tail starting at the ankle and circling her leg to the head of the dragon at her pussy, which was shaved bare. Tommy, Missy, and Jack stared as well. Her name was Tammy.

Tammy was totally stoned out. She took Markell's beer and chugged it down, then turned to us, glassy-eyed, and pulled a fat joint from behind her ear. "Anybody got a light?" Markell dug one out of a pocket and lit her up, and she passed it around. "You can score some really good coke on some of the boats and there's some wicked good E around for clubbing later." She finished off the joint and went wandering away.

Markell looked at us curiously, to see if we were interested. "Hey, man, you know I'm not into that shit.", commented Tommy.

"Yeah, but you know Tammy. She's not totally happy unless she's taking off her clothes and doing some blow." He smiled at Missy and me. "Feel free to get undressed." Markell handed out the next round of beers and then spotted somebody else sailing by. He checked them out through the binoculars he was wearing around his neck, then got on the bullhorn again, drowning out the music. "LADIES, GET UNDRESSED AND JOIN THE PARTY!" A group of girls in a speedboat waved and flashed their tits at us but kept going.

The four of us wandered back to Tommy's Titanic, with Markell following. It came out that Tommy had done some custom welding on the pontoon boat after it had been in an accident on the road from Yuma once and they had become friends. Markell was definitely in a different league financially, and recreational drug wise, but got along well with Tommy. He stayed with us for a bit and then wandered off. "You ever do that stuff?", asked Jack of his half-brother.

"No way, man. That shit's way too hard core for me. Pricey, too."

"I've done a few lines on occasion, but it always screws up my nose.", admitted Missy.

I just shook my head in the negative.

We did another joint and beer, and Missy and I decided to lay out on the bow of the boat and get some sun. We rubbed each other down with suntan lotion and lay on some beach towels we spread out, then just said 'Screw it.' We stripped off our bikinis and oiled up to sunbathe nude, like several of the other girls around us. It was no big deal for Missy, considering she ran an adult porn site, and I often sunbathed nude in my back yard. It was the first time I had ever been naked in public with Jack around, but when I mentioned it to him, he simply smiled and nodded approval. Some nearby guys applauded, so we waved at them and lay back and soaked up some rays.

Later in the afternoon, Missy and I got up and collected our boyfriends from the pontoon boat, where they had been drinking some beers with Markell and watching Tammy play with herself. She said she was practicing her routines for her regular job as a stripper, but get real. She was jilling off! What a fucking slut!

As we untied and cruised away, I looked into another boat. There were three couples sitting around, all naked and playing Spin-The-Bottle. One Asian looking girl spun the bottle and ended up kneeling in front of a guy. I got the impression she wouldn't have cared if the bottle had pointed at one of the girls. Like I said, a very adult group.

We took naps when we got back to the motel and then planned to do dinner and bar cruise again. For some reason I wasn't quite as tired, and I woke up before Jack, so I grabbed my bag and headed into the bathroom. All the action I had seen on the boat today had me going, and I wanted to get ready for later. There wasn't a lot of room in the bathroom to do it properly, but I got my little enema kit out and took care of business. I wanted some extra hot action later on.

I got it, too. I wore my shortest and sheerest sundress to dinner that night, a real minidress with spaghetti straps and a low V neckline, and my sandals with the three inch heels. I felt totally slutty, it was great! I flashed Jack all night long, and even rubbed his stiff cock through his pants a couple of times, semidiscretely (but only semi!) Missy knew what I was doing and was working Tommy up as well. Both our guys had major league boners.

Once we got back to our room, Jack grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. "You are really going to get it now, you little tease!"

"Get what, Jack? What am I going to get?", I demanded, reaching down between him to fondle the bulge in his pants.

"You bitch! You little slut!", he said with a laugh.

I pushed him away and moved over to the side of the bed, where I had stashed a tube of KY in the dresser. I tossed it to him, saying, "If I'm a slut, then you'll have to do things to me that only a slut would enjoy!"

Jack tossed the tube on the bed with a laugh and got undressed. I didn't have as much on, and I left my heels on, so I beat him. "Blow me!", he ordered, so I did just that. Jack facefucked me hard, ramming his cock into my throat even while he reached down to play with my tits. He fingered me off just as he started coming, so I swallowed as best I could, even while my pussy was twitching.

Jack groaned happily and looked down on me as I lounged there on the bed, licking my lips lewdly. He laughed and joined me, grabbing the pillows and putting them halfway down the bed, then grabbing me by the waist and lifting me up. He set me down so that my ass was on the pillows and pushed me backwards. I fell back giggling and found my pussy lifted up off the bed. He crawled between my legs and tongued my slit. Fuck, but in this position I really did feel slutty! God but he ate my pussy good. I came — hard!

Jack sat up, his face glistening with my pussy juice, and smiled at me. As he knelt there I could see his cock was stiff again, nice and hard and thick and pointing up again. He grabbed the tube of KY and waved it at me, so I moved to roll over onto all fours. "Uh, uh.", he said, stopping me. "I want to do it this way."

I was rather confused. How was Jack going to fuck my ass without looking down at it? I lay there with my legs spread, my ass on the pillows and my pussy up above the bed. Jack grinned and popped open the tube of lube and squirted some on a finger, then reached down between my legs and rubbed it on my asshole. The cool gel felt exquisite! Then I watched hungrily as he flaunted his cock at me, and rubbed KY on himself. His cock gleamed with the oily gel.

"Lay back and lift your legs up. Pull your knees up and spread your legs.", he ordered. I lifted my legs and put my hands behind my knees and pulled them up to my chest, almost to where they were rubbing my tits. "More.", he said, and I spread them and pulled them back. Jack stuffed the pillows under my ass and smiled greedily. I was spread out for him like a real ass slut! Jack crawled closer, and as I spread my legs wide and lifted my ass up, he reached between us and stuck the head of his cock in my butt. My eyes widened, and he pushed in quickly, bottoming out in a single smooth shove.

"If I could have a picture of your face now, it would be priceless!", he laughed, kneeling between my widespread knees, his cock up my ass and his eyes staring down at my jiggling tits.

"Oh my God!", I exclaimed. Jack's cock felt tremendous up my butt. "Fuck my ass!", I begged him.

"You're such a fucking ass slut!", commented Jack as he pulled out and slammed back in.

My body shook as he pounded his cock up my butt. "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass!" Jack's cock felt huge as he rammed it to me. My tits moved like Jell-O on my chest as he rode me. I came once, big time, and was well into my second when Jack groaned and collapsed onto me. I could feel every twitch of his cock in my ass, every jet of come pumping into me. I slowly lowered my legs as Jack sagged limply against me. Jesus, that had been good!

Jack was almost out of it, so I rolled him off me and got to my feet. I slipped off the sandals and pulled Jack to his feet, then led him into the bath. We took a nice hot shower together, a very close and personal shower since the shower was really a one person shower. I didn't mind and neither did he. He was totally fucked out and I was pretty beat myself. We simply held onto each other and washed up, then toweled dry and went to bed. I don't think either of us was awake more than a minute or two.

I woke the next morning lying on my left side, with Jack snuggled up behind me, his right arm wrapped around me. It felt protective and possessive, and I liked both feelings. I softly cupped his hand and discovered he wasn't really asleep. Jack moved closer, moving his hand up to cup my tit, and his stiff cock pressed against my ass. He nuzzled my neck and I moaned happily. I lifted my right leg slightly and he shifted to slip his cock inside me; I reached down with my left hand and guided him in. I kept my left hand in place, to play with both of us, while my right hand held his to my boobs. I tightened my pussy as much as I could, causing Jack to moan happily, and we slowly fucked to a very big come.

It was Monday morning, Labor Day, and our vacation was coming to an end today. We met Tommy and Missy for breakfast at the diner across the street and figured out the schedule. The morning would be pretty much the same, boating and skiing and doing a joint or two while finishing off the beer. That was the end of it, however. At lunchtime we would dock and cleanup. Tommy and Missy needed to load the boat onto his trailer and head back to Yuma, and Jack and I had a three hour drive back to Phoenix.

The one change of the morning was when Jack needed to go below for Number Two. I smiled at Missy and Tommy and followed him into the cabin about half a minute behind him. He didn't know I was coming. Missy and Tommy had used the cabin the last couple of mornings to fuck while Jack and I did it on deck. It was their turn to fuck in full view of the world. By the time Jack flushed and came out of the head, I was naked on the cushion, with one hand on my tits and the other rubbing my clit.

"Hi there.", he said with a smile when he saw me.

"Hi yourself." I slipped a finger into my juicy pussy and pulled it out, then licked it off. "Are you sure you want to go back up on deck just yet?"

"Uh, maybe not.", he admitted. Jack slipped his trunks to the floor and stepped out of them. His cock looked magnificent, thick and hard and long. I lay back on the tiny bed and spread my legs wide, raising my knees slightly. It took him all of about five seconds to be inside me buried to the max, four of those seconds spent in climbing on the bunk.

Up above us we could hear Jack's brother and his girlfriend starting up. She was pretty vocal, and whatever they were up to was really working her up. It was actually an incredible turn-on, though I didn't say anything to Jack. I mean, what could I say, that listening to his brother fuck 'Slutty Missy' made me hot and juicy? Get real! Jack fucked the shit out of me, and I came hard right before he pumped my pussy full of jizz.

We climbed off the bunk and I moved towards the head. "Where you going?", he asked me.

I shrugged. "I need to clean up a bit, you know?" I could feel his come seeping out of me.

Jack grinned and tossed me my bikini. He shook his head and said, "Leave it!"

"What!? You're kidding me, right?"

Jack gave me a real shit eating grin. "What do you care? They know what we were doing. Flaunt it. Hell, go back up there like that and let it drip down your leg."

"Now I know you're crazy!" I went along with him to the extent of pulling my bikini back on, while he laughed, then we went back on deck. He was probably correct about the others. I don't know what they had been up to, but I saw a small dribble of come on Missy's left tit.

After lunch on the boat, we slowly cruised around then headed in. Jack and I helped the other two load the boat onto Tommy's trailer at the ramp, then we all grabbed our bags and headed over to a shower. Normally used to let people wash off sand from their feet, the four of us cleaned up the evidence, so to speak. It was actually easier for Missy and me to wash up. We could shower in our bikinis and then throw on a flirt skirt and top, then peel the suit out from underneath. The guys also showered up, but we had to shield them while they hurriedly skinned off their trunks and pulled on shorts for the ride home. They both put on t-shirts and we all kissed and shook hands and promised to see each other soon. They were really nice people and I liked being with them.

Once in the car and on the road, I fell asleep almost immediately. It must have been all the beer and pot and late nights and sun, but I was exhausted. I slept the entire three hour drive home, only waking when Jack shook my shoulder as we pulled into his parking spot. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and climbed out of his car. We grabbed our bags and went inside.

We were greeted at the door by Mr. Jinx, who rubbed against our legs liked long lost kin. "Somebody missed us!", I said.

"Somebody's probably hungry.", commented Jack. We had put down plenty of dry food before we left, and Jack had put some frozen canned food in a bowl for him to eat as it thawed. All was gone. Well, he was a pretty fat cat. I picked up Mr. Jinx and rubbed under his neck as he purred loudly. Jack grabbed a can of food and a plastic bag. "Your choice."

Feed the cat or clean out the litter box, some choice! I grabbed the can and found a clean bowl. Jinxie sat on the counter watching me greedily as I opened the can and emptied it into the bowl. I set the bowl on the floor before he started dining right there on the kitchen counter. Jack worked at his assigned duty in the corner of the kitchen where Jinxie's litter box was.

I grabbed our bags and headed down the hallway. It was time to get back to normal. I had class and was heading home Tuesday and Jack had to go back to work and we needed to get back to reality. I dumped my bag on the bed and started sorting clothes to be washed. Then I grabbed Jack's bag and did the same.

Jack came in from the hallway and wrapped his arms around me from behind. "It was great fun, but I'm glad to be home.", I said.

"I'm glad we're home, too.", he replied.

It suddenly hit me. I had meant it was great to be home in Phoenix. Jack had meant it was great for both of us to be home in his apartment! He was thinking of this place as mine, too! Oh my God! I mean, it felt like home when I was at my parents' and my house, but it also felt like home when I was at Jack's, my head on his lap, napping with a big pussycat purring on my chest.

I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face to mine, to give him the longest and hottest kiss I could.

"Wow! What was that for?", he asked breathlessly.

I sat on the bed, right in the middle of our dirty clothes, and pulled him down with me. "Just because I love you!", I answered. I pushed him onto his back and tugged his shorts down, then climbed on top. We were both traveling commando, so I simply sat down on his already erect cock and it slid right up inside me. "Jack, I love you so much!"

"I love you, too, Amber.", he said with a laugh. "Especially when you decide to do this!"

I rode Jack for a bit, then he pulled me down and rolled us over, so he was on top. We didn't just fuck, we made love, and I was crying out, "I love you, I love you!", over and over as he pumped into me slowly and surely. When his back finally arched and his cock stiffened and thickened even more, I came all over again as he filled me with come. It felt incredibly special. I held him in my arms until Jack started to drift off, at which point I rolled him off me and we did the wash. Even romance has to face reality at some point.

Our last night of vacation we stayed in. Jack had enough ingredients in the apartment for me to make spaghetti, so I got that started and left Jack to finish cooking. I went into the bedroom and put on a slinky black see-through nightgown and my black fuck-me stilettos, then rejoined him. We had a nice intimate dinner, made love twice on the couch, and went to bed.



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Chapter 24


"So, how was your trip?", I asked Mom. It was about 4:30 Tuesday afternoon, and I was just home from school. Mom and Dad were back and she and I were sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee. "Was it as decadent as Jeff and Christy said?"

Mom laughed at that. "Well, no, not really, but it was an awful lot of fun."

"Was it like a nudist camp or something?"

"No, not really." She poured herself some more coffee. "I mean there were parts of the place that were totally wide open and other parts that were just very adult." I must have given her a confused look, probably because I was, so she continued. "See, all the beaches and the pools were clothing optional, and most of them were totally nude. And there were a lot of very private niches and spots around the place where couples or more could be very private, both indoors and out."

"Couples or more?"

Mom nodded with a grin. "It was explained to us that while full public... activities... weren't really acceptable behavior, as long as everybody was somewhat discrete, our business was our business."

"Such as?"

"Such as I couldn't fuck your father poolside, but he could slip up behind me in the shallow end and do me doggy style, as long as I didn't moan and make too many waves.", she admitted.

"No! Really!? Cool!" This place sounded so far fucking out! "So what was the dress code elsewhere?"

Mom shrugged. "Kind of laid back. I mean, we usually would wander to the beach or pool with a cover-up or swimsuit, then strip once we got there. They had a few restaurants and you would dress for them, but Amanda and I didn't pack any panties or bras, and we didn't mind if people knew. Nobody did. Some women wore even less than we did. We never went out on the town."

"Did you do any swapping or swinging?"

"No, it was just the four of us. Still, there was one night where we joined another foursome for some watching and touching, but we didn't switch partners."

"What was your room like?"

"It was actually a small suite, sort of adjoining rooms and balconies. The place had a lot of that. It was designed so that people could meet and sleep with other couples."

"Wow!" It sounded a little bizarre and very cool.

When Daddy came home he and Mom told me a little more, and I definitely needed to use my vibrator that night. It felt good to be sleeping in my own bed for a few days, and I ended up calling Jack and letting him know I needed some down time here for a few days. I think he understood, but I reassured him I loved him and would see him soon.

"You're going to come to my parent's this weekend, right?", he asked nervously.

Shit! That was right! Jack had pretty much told me I had to make an appearance at his folks' place this Sunday for dinner. "Absolutely!", I told him. "Wouldn't miss it!" Not without a good reason, like stubbing my toe or breaking a nail! "What should I wear?"

"Uh, well, it is a Sunday dinner..." Jack stammered a bit, taking his time. "Well, I mean, uh, Mom's a little, uh, conservative..."

"So the microskirt and mesh top are out, right?", I teased.

"Yeah, they're out. Something a little more conservative.", he repeated.

"A nice skirt and top, medium heels?", I prompted.

"And a bra? At least until we get back to my place.", said Jack.

I snickered at that. "So what about your father, what's he like?"

"Oh, he's a guy. You don't have to wear a bra for him."

"You jerk!", I said with a laugh. "That's not what I meant!"

Jack laughed and we talked some more. I promised to wait for him on campus Thursday afternoon. It would probably be the only time we would see each other until Sunday.

I met Jack on campus at about four or so Thursday. The afternoon was very nice and we were sitting outside on a bench. Actually, I was sitting sideways on Jack's lap. I was wearing the standard class uniform, jeans and t-shirt, cotton undies, and my Nikes. Jack had gotten out of work early for his evening class. I sat there on his lap, his arms around me, and I suddenly missed his touch. It was still right that I spend the time with my parents, but I also wanted to spend the time with him. "I'm sorry I couldn't spend more time with you this week.", I told him.

Jack smiled. "It's all right. Celibacy is an interesting change, sort of, as long as it's not too permanent a change." He ran one hand up my back, where I felt his fingers slip across the bra straps under my t-shirt. The other idly rubbed along my thighs. I felt myself moistening.

"What would you think about me getting my belly button pierced?", I asked.

"What!?"

"You know, like Missy? What do you think? Would you like that?" I brought my face closer to his ear and whispered, "And my nipples, would you like me to have my nipples pierced?"

Jack drew back with a curious look in his eyes. "You're serious?"

"Yup! I've been thinking about it ever since the weekend. She's not the only girl I know who's had it done, but I've been wondering what you would think."

"Then if you want to, do it, but whatever you do, don't do it for me. It's not something I should decide. If you want to do it, fine, but for your reasons, not mine."

"You sound like you don't want me to.", I commented.

He shook his head. "It's two separate questions. Does it turn me on? Do I like it? Yes! Can I make that decision for another person? No!"

Satisfied, I nodded in understanding. "And if I wanted to get a tattoo?", I teased.

Jack laughed at that. "That doesn't do anything for me. Matter of fact, it sort of gets in the way of the scenery." I giggled and punched him lightly for that. "Actually, it's different. Someday in the future, you don't want the piercings, you can just take the rings or barbells or whatever out, you know? But tattoos, they stay forever. Wait until you're fifty years old and your grandchildren want to know why you have a dragon tattooed up your ass!"

I laughed. "And what would my grandchildren be doing looking at my ass!?"

He shrugged. "It's a pretty nice ass." Jack glanced at his watch, and a gleam came to his eye. "Come with me!"

I climbed off his lap and grabbed my stuff and he took my hand and led me inside the nearest building. It was about midway through classes and I followed him down the hallway as he glanced into different classrooms. Finally he found one he liked, though I couldn't understand why. It was empty and dark, but not totally dark — the lights were out but the windows let in sunlight. He tried the doorknob and it turned. "Come on!", he said, and tugged my hand.

I followed him inside. He glanced around and grinned, then pushed me back against the wall the class door was set in, and I realized nobody else knew we were in the room! "Jack!?"

Jack grinned and grabbed my books and set them on the nearest desk. He pushed me back against the wall and his hands were all over me. "In case you were curious, I really get turned on by the idea of a belly button ring and nipple rings!", he whispered hoarsely. He was pushing his hips forward and I could feel his stiff cock rubbing against my pelvis.

"Here? Now?", I asked weakly. God, I wanted it too, but if we got caught... 

Jack slipped his hands under my t-shirt and undid my bra, then pushed them both up and out of the way. He grabbed my nipples roughly and twisted them, driving me nuts, then let them go. I gasped quietly and he quickly undid the zipper to my jeans. Moments later they and my panties were halfway down my thighs and he was mauling my dripping pussy. I moaned as I started coming.

I needed it bad! I reached down and undid his pants and pushed them and his briefs down, then pushed my jeans and panties further down and wiggled my ass and hips until they slid down below my knees. Jack pushed me back against the wall and moved forward. His knees bent and then he hunched forward. His cockhead entered my pussy and he slammed it inside, and as his legs straightened he almost lifted me off my toes! "Oh God! Oh God!", I whimpered. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Jack slam fucked me against the wall of the classroom. I was so turned on by the thought of someone coming in and catching us, pussy juice was running down both our legs. I whimpered as I came, but Jack simply grunted in pure animal rut before he filled me with jizz. We giggled at each other but quickly got dressed and cleaned up.

Nothing could clean the smiles off our faces! I was still grinning when I got home, but I didn't say why!

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I met Jack at his place Sunday at noon, since it was on the way to his parents'. I wasn't sure what to do, so after I dressed, I threw some more stuff in a bag and took that with me. I let myself in to find Jack coming towards me from the living room. He smiled. He was wearing a nice pair of slacks, a dress shirt, and a sport coat, but no tie, and he was drinking from a bottle of beer. "Hi, hon. Want a beer?"

I stared for a second. "Uh, no. Am I all right? I wasn't sure what to wear. Is this too much? Too formal, Too informal?", I asked. I was wearing a knee length wool skirt and a pullover cashmere sweater, a lacy bra and panty set which nobody but me would see but was nice to wear, stockings, and some simple 2 inch heels. I had on just some blush and lip gloss, and some earrings. I left my nice dangly diamond earrings and tennis bracelet home. "I brought a longer skirt if you think I should, and a long dress, and some slacks if that would be better..." I held up the bag to show him.

Jack laughed and I wanted to shoot him. "Will you settle down?! You're fine! You look beautiful, beautiful!" He shook his head and chuckled. "You sure you don't want a beer?"

Jesus, no, I wanted to be comatose! "No, we don't have the time, I mean I can't show up at your parents' smelling like beer!"

Jack smiled and shrugged. "Why not? I do it all the time!" Still, he glanced at his watch and then drained the bottle. "What the heck, we might as well go." He grabbed my bag and tossed it into the living room, where Mister Jinx squawked and took off into the bedroom. "Let's go."

The Rodriguezes lived in a nice L shaped rancher in the suburbs on the other side of town. There were several cars already in the driveway and on the street. Jack parked his Corolla across the street and we walked over and up the driveway. He hit the doorbell as he let us inside. I trailed along nervously. I mean, what if they didn't like me? What if they thought I was too young? What if they thought I was after his money or something? A short woman came around the corner from the kitchen with a large smile and Jack bent down and picked her up off the floor in a backbreaking hug. She squawked and he set her back down. "Mamacita, esta es mi cara, Amber."

"Hello, Mrs. Rodriguez. Thank you for inviting me.", I said.

"Welcome, Amber, I've wanted to meet you very much. Juan has told us so much about you.", she said with a smile. Then she leaned in and kissed my cheek. She took me by the arm and led me towards the kitchen. "I was just cutting up the peppers. Can I get you something to drink?"

We went into the kitchen, which was starting to smell heavenly, with Jack trailing along behind us. He opened the fridge and grabbed two beers and opened one for both of us. His mother never batted an eye, so it must have been okay. I did notice he poured them into glasses, though.

Jack's mother was not the short and dumpy gray haired lady he had warned me about. Well, not really. She was shorter than me, but only by a couple of inches. She had dark hair which would have been gray if she didn't use coloring (Jack once laughingly told me that Elena colored it for her.) She wasn't dumpy either. She was very lovely, a little buxom, but not fat.

I was interrupted by a nudge to the back of my leg. I looked down to see a very large but very short dog sniffing my leg. I knelt down. "Who are you?"

The dog was the most adorable basset hound, with the biggest eyes and the saddest expression. She gave a loud woof and moved forward, licking my face thoroughly. "Aaack!", I squawked and fell back on my butt. The basset followed me, continuing to lick my face as I tumbled backwards.

"Dumbo, you idiot!", said Jack. Dumbo was pulled backwards and I got a moment to sit up and look at her.

I reached out and began scratching the hound around the neck. "Dumbo?"

Jack reached down and flapped the dog's huge ears. "Like the movie." He flapped the ears some more. "When you going to fly, Dumbo?"

I lowered my face to Dumbo's and got a few more very sloppy licks. "He's being mean to you, huh, baby?" Dumbo was in heaven, with another person to play with. Jack helped me to my feet and I washed my slobbery face at the kitchen sink.

Tommy came in and commented, "Dumbo's kind of stupid, but she makes up for it by being fat and lazy." He scratched Dumbo's ears and Dumbo followed him out of the kitchen, semi-waddling. From the living room, I heard, "Let's go take a walk, Dumbo."

Conversation flowed back and forth in both Spanish and English seamlessly. The entire family was fluent in both languages. Thank God I could speak them as well. Interestingly, in the family, all the children went by their given names, Juan, Tomas, Miguel, Pablo, and Elena. Outside the house and among each other, the children all used the Anglo versions, Jack, Tommy, Mikey, and Paulie - Elena's name was so pretty she always was Elena.

Right after we arrived Missy came up from the basement and I got a hug and kiss from her. She and Tommy had driven up all the way from Yuma on Friday night for the weekend and were staying in a basement apartment. Well, Missy was staying in the basement and Tommy was staying in his old bedroom, but Missy told me they really spent their time downstairs. As long as they were in the proper beds by the morning, his parents didn't know or want to know.

Miguel was the third son, a younger version of Tomas, a year older than me. He was a sophomore at Tempe. Pablo was a year younger than me, a senior in high school, who didn't look like anybody else in the family. He was very shy. Elena was a beautiful young woman, the baby of the family, fourteen, slim, just past the skinny and gawky stage. She looked a lot like her mother, with long and straight black hair, and a bust which looked like it would be very interesting in another year or so. She looked so sweet and innocent.

She wasn't, quite. There was a knock on the door, followed by a doorbell, and since Jack and I were closest to the door, Jack opened it. A very nervous young man was standing there in a coat and tie, holding a small bouquet of flowers. "Is Elena home?", he asked.

Jack smiled and said, "Hold on.", then closed the door. He had a wicked look in his eye. Turning back to the living room, he bellowed out, "Elena? There's a four year old standing out here in a bad suit! Should I let him in?!"

Elena came whirling through, much to the amusement of her older brothers, and some of the Spanish phrases which sputtered out of her simply don't translate properly into English. She yanked the door open and pulled the very confused young man inside, and gave Jack a few more well-deserved comments as well, which only stopped when her mother came out of the kitchen. She pulled the boy forward by the hand. "Mama, you know Ricardo Velasquez from school. I told you he was coming to dinner."

"Uh, I brought some flowers, ma'am.", he said, thrusting his hand out.

Mama Rodriguez smiled and accepted them with thanks. "Come, Elena, you can help find a vase for them." Ricardo trailed along into the kitchen.

The boys all smiled at each other. Tommy commented to Jack, "I think I was born older than that." Jack just snorted in agreement.

"I think he's very cute.", I told them, which wasn't precisely true, but he was a nice young boy.

"Yeah!", agreed Missy. The guys snorted and chuckled at this, too.

Dinner was very nice, with a mix of Anglo and Mex cuisine, all with a heavy layer of spices and peppers. Mama was a good cook. The Rodriguezes tried to get everyone together at least once a month for a formal meal, and if at all possible, you were expected to come. Dress was casual but nice - no jeans or t-shirts! Guests were welcome. Missy had been coming since she had started dating Tommy. This was my first time, like Ricardo's. I got over my nerves quickly, Ricardo less so. It probably didn't help that Jack's father (stepfather, I suppose, but he surely treated Jack the same as the other boys) had a large, heavyset, swarthy build with a monstrously large mustache. I mean, it was like Central Casting sent down for the stock Mexican bandit type. Everybody was present, including Dumbo, sitting on the floor between Elena and Paulie, looking for handouts.

At dinner, Missy asked Elena, "Do you and Ricardo go to school together?"

"Yes, he's a junior, so he's a year ahead of me." I did the math in my head and decided her fifteenth birthday must be coming up shortly, so he was probably sixteen. Ricardo simply nodded, his mouth full. They continued talking about how they had met in a math class. Papa Rodriguez rumbled at one point how Elena was too young to date, which alarmed Ricardo greatly, but nobody else paid any attention to this pronouncement, including Mama. "How did you and Tommy meet?", Elena asked.

"College. We met his senior year at Yuma, when I was a sophomore. We met at a frat party." Missy looked over at me and Jack. "What about you two?"

Jack answered, "On the job."

"You work in computers?", asked Papa, with a confused look to his face. "I thought you were in school?"

"I am. I was working as a summer intern and Jack came to the station to install some computers. That's how we met." Jack and I explained a little further, as did Tommy and Missy on how they met.

Ricardo tried to earn a few brownie points by asking Mama, "How did you and Mister Rodriguez meet?"

The room exploded in laughter by the brothers and Elena, though not Missy and myself. We weren't in on the joke. Around us everyone started in on, "Papa needed a green card!" Mama laughed and Papa spluttered and Ricardo looked very nervous. It seemed as if this was true, at least to a certain extent. They obviously loved each other and had been married almost twenty-five years. Papa was also an immigrant who had married a local citizen, getting on the fast track for citizenship. If this played a part in his decision, who was I to question it. They seemed very happy together.

Dinner was actually in the late afternoon, and afterwards we only stayed until about six or so before leaving.



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Chapter 25


We went back to Jack's and decided I really didn't need to rush home right away. After feeding Mister Jinx and cleaning the litter box, we curled up on the floor in front of the television.

I thought we were watching the news, but I felt Jack's fingers gently running along my arm. It tickled a bit, so I drew away slightly. Jack stopped touching my arm, but a few moments later I felt a finger grazing along the side of my neck, and it didn't tickle, it felt nice. I moved closer to him, turning slightly so that we were facing each other, and moved closer. Jack's face came to mine and I opened my lips; his lips touched mine and his tongue moved to swirl around mine. I heard a moan and wasn't sure if it was him or me! My breathing was becoming ragged. Jack began running his fingers along my back and sides, reaching between us to caress my tits through my sweater, and I had my legs wrapped around his, so that one of his thighs was rubbing my pussy through my skirt.

It was too much for us to wait or go to the bedroom. I rolled on top of him and Jack reached for the bottom of my sweater and pulled it up. I lifted my arms and he pulled it over my head. Next he unzipped my skirt and I wriggled it down my hips. His hands were all over me, and he whispered, "I can't believe you wore this underneath at my parents' house." He was referring to my lacy little bra and thong, and sheer stockings.

"Do you like it? Do you think I shouldn't have?" I could feel his cock stiff in his pants and my thong was getting wet with pussy juice.

"I think if I had known, I would have snuck you downstairs to the family room!" He undid the catch on my bra and tossed that aside, then we rolled over again. Moments later his hand was inside my thong and his fingers were inside my bare shaved pussy. I shivered as my clit went nuts, and came, hard, on his fingers.

I undid his shirt and pants as quickly as I could but Jack wasn't cooperating. He kept fingerfucking me, which was driving me insane. I kept orgasming, which would cause me to hold onto him for dear life and interrupt everything. I finally got him naked and pulled him on top of me. I still had my thong on, but he just pushed it aside and stuck his cock inside me. He didn't hold back at all. He started pumping me, long and hard strokes, and unloaded just as I started coming again.

I unwrapped my legs and arms from around him slowly, breathing heavily. We rolled over and he pulled his pants back up, though he didn't zip or button them. As he lay on his back smiling, I draped myself over him and laid my head on his chest. "I love you, Jack.", I whispered.

"Hmm?", he asked, his eyes focusing on me instead of the ceiling. "Say something?"

I laughed. "I said I loved you."

Jack smiled and bent his head down, to kiss me on the forehead. "I love you, too, Amber, cara mia!"

My eyes opened at that. It was what he had told his mother earlier, mi cara, my heart. "Really?"

"Really. I don't say that all that often, babe.", he told me.

My stomach fluttered. "How often?" Jack's eyes widened and I knew I had fucked up. "No, don't tell me. I'm sorry, that was way out of line, I'm sorry..."

Jack tightened his arms around me. "It's okay. It's a fair question. You're only the third woman I've ever said that to."

Three? Well, he was my first and only, but Jack was seven years older than me. He was way more experienced. I guess that made sense. "Am I like them?"

"Eh.", he replied, noncommittally. "My first love, she was a blonde like you, but after that, who knows. I mean, her parents moved away when she was six, so I never really knew what her tits would be like..."

"Six!", I exclaimed, sitting up. "You turkey!"

Jack laughed and pulled me back down. "Hey, you asked. Linda Ebersole was her name. She lived next door and we used to play on the swing set in the back yard. I actually asked her to marry me and she agreed. Then she moved away. Another love crushed by fate..."

I gave my love a smile. "I can tell you're heartbroken. Who was number two?"

His face got more sober at this. "Ahh, Maria Mendez, she was my girl all through sophomore and junior years in high school. I guess I was sixteen, seventeen or so. She was the one who, well, you know, the blind leading the blind? Anyway, they redistricted the schools our senior year and she ended up in a different school. We didn't have cars and there was no way to see each other. That was a little tougher than Linda Ebersole. I didn't see her again for a couple of years, college break."

"And?"

He shook his head. He wasn't laughing, so I knew he was serious. He had been in love with Maria Mendez. "We were different people. You really can't go back." His eyes stayed focused on the ceiling for a moment, then he smiled at me. "And you're number three. How about you? You must have broken hearts in high school!"

I snorted at that, and shrugged. "Well, I had a couple of boyfriends but that was more hormones than anything else. I've never loved anyone like I love you, Jack. I don't think I can love anyone more than I love you."

Jack smiled at this and we started kissing and necking again. This time I peeled off my panties before climbing on top and straddling him. His cock felt incredible slipping up into my juicy and come-filled pussy. I rode him for the longest time before I wore him out. I came twice before his back arched and he grabbed my hips, pulling me back down as he pumped a second load inside. I collapsed on him and dozed lightly for a bit.

I woke about half an hour later. "I need a shower before I go home. Want to wash my back?", I asked.

"What if I want to do more than wash your back?"

"Excellent choice!" I got to my feet and held out my hand to invite Jack up. He scrambled to his feet and we went down the hallway. I stripped off my stockings and heels while Jack adjusted the shower. We took a nice long shower, and we actually did use the soap for a while. We also ass fucked. That was excellent! Jack actually used the soap to lube his cock before slipping it into me from behind. I had worn him out enough that we were almost pruny by the time he came in my ass.

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The next morning Amanda Baker showed up at eight. "What are you doing here?", asked Mom curiously when I let her in.

"We're going out.", she answered.

"We? The three of us? Don't you have classes?", she said, turning to me.

"Not until noon." We were still in bathrobes. "Come on, we need to get dressed."

Mom shrugged and we left Amanda drinking coffee in the kitchen. Amanda did give me a wink after Mom turned away, so I knew everything was set. A few minutes later we both returned, in jeans and tops and sneakers, and we climbed into Amanda's new Audi.

"Where are we going?", asked Mom a few minutes later. We weren't heading towards any of the nearby malls, but instead had turned towards the other side of town.

"It's a surprise.", I told her.

"You two are up to something. What?"

Amanda and I just laughed. A few minutes later we were at Commercial Square. We pulled into the strip mall and parked in front of a store Amanda and I knew about.

"No! You two are crazy!", Mom cried. She had gotten out of the car but was now staring at the sign on the window. It was BodyWorks, the piercing and tattoo place that Amanda had gotten her belly button and nipples pierced. "No way!"

"Come on. It will be cool. Daddy will love it."

"Your father will freak out!", she protested.

"My father will fuck the living shit out of you!", I countered.

"I couldn't..."

"So, don't. I'm going to get my belly button done. I'll be all healed up by next weekend when I see Jack."

"Healed?!"

"Will you stop being such a wuss!?", commented Amanda. "Tom is going to love it. You'll hardly feel a thing, and you'll be fine by the end of the week. You can surprise him this weekend."

"Surprise him! You think he won't notice a ring in my navel between now and then?", she protested.

I had this all planned out. "No, he won't. It's that time of the month for both of us, right?" I knew this was true, since it's a fact that in any group of women living together, their periods tend to synchronize. Strange but true. Mom blushed but nodded. "So, he's not getting anything but a blowjob anyway! Wear a t-shirt and panties to bed, suck him off, and he'll be happy as a clam."

"Jesus!", she exclaimed.

Amanda and I took her by the arms, she on the left and me on the right, and we walked Mom to the door and inside. A very tattooed young woman greeted us. Amanda gave our names and the woman smiled and said, "Is this the victim?" Amanda and I laughed loudly, Mom much more subdued.

"Well, come on back." She led us around the corner into a back room, where a table, sort of a doctor's exam table, was set in the middle of the small room. A man was standing at another table arranging some instruments or stuff.

"Welcome, welcome.", he said. He introduced himself (he actually looked fairly normal — not tattooed, I mean) and said, "So, Amanda, you getting anything done today?"

"No. It's these two."

"What more would you get done?", asked Mom. "I mean, you already did your belly button and nipples?"

"Think a little more south of there." Mom's eyes widened right up at that! "Well, don't just stand there, take off your shirt."

"What?", Mom sputtered.

"Just how did you think it was going to get done? Through the shirt by magic?" Amanda made flicking motions with her fingers and Mom grabbed her t-shirt and pulled it out of her jeans. The piercer, Will, turned away briefly, and Mom peeled off her t-shirt. The assistant took it and set it on the side table.

Will turned back to us and smiled. "Okay, up on the table now." Mom climbed up on the exam table and scotched around to get comfortable. The telephone rang and the assistant headed out to the lobby. Will didn't seem to mind, so I guess it was something he could do on his own. He pulled on a pair of surgical latex gloves and grabbed a bottle of alcohol and some cotton swabs. I think it impressed Mom that he disinfected her belly button first.

Then he picked up a sort of gizmo that looked like a single-hole hole punch, placed it at Mom's navel, pinched some skin together with one hand, and SNAP! it was over. Mom squealed and started, but it was already done. There was a little prong through a fold of flesh at her navel. Will slipped a small ring into place and screwed on a little ball on and screwed it together. "There, all done. That wasn't all that bad, was it?", Will asked.

"Uh, no, I guess." Mom looked down and saw a drop of blood. "Uhhh..."

Will smiled and put a gauze pad and Band-Aid on her belly button. "You'll be fine." He looked over at me and grinned. "Next!?"

I didn't bother waiting for him to turn away; I just stripped off my t-shirt and climbed up onto the table. I wasn't really scared. I mean, I was nervous, but not scared, and I stared at the ceiling while it happened. It felt like a sharp pinch or bee sting, and then I had a little ring in my navel like Mom. I sat up on the table and looked down at it. Surprising my mother, I didn't get off the table. Instead, I reached behind my back and undid my bra, which I tossed to Amanda.

Mom gasped. "No. You're not going to..."

I grinned at her. "Yep!"

Mom just stared. "Who are you and what have you done with my daughter?" The rest of us just laughed. I lay back down on the table.

This took a few minutes longer to prepare, since Will wanted to make sure they were even and lined up. He actually used a marker to draw where he would use the punch. Two more stings (okay, they kind of hurt) and it was done. I ended up with three bandages.

As I dressed, Will explained the 'post-surgical' care, which basically consisted of keeping the areas clean and bandaged for a few days and using some anti-bacterial ointment on them. Then we left. It felt really strange with a pair of bandages on my nipples under my bra!

Over the next few days some soreness set in, and I almost gave up and pulled the rings out of my nipples and let them heal shut. Mom was the one who convinced me otherwise. She was having almost no pain, and the t-shirt and blowjob trick was definitely keeping Daddy happy and her surprise a secret. She told me that if I chickened out, she and Amanda would never let me live it down, and I should stick it out. She was right, by Thursday I was feeling much better and could wear a bra, a loose one anyway, without the Band-Aids for several hours on end.

Friday night was Mom's 'coming out party.' She usually ended her period a day before I did, so she was going to be getting some tonight for sure. She told Daddy that he needed to take her out to dinner somewhere, and he agreed, also figuring he was going to get some tonight. I came home after classes and helped Mom get ready.

We definitely made it a girl's party that afternoon, an intimate girl's party. Mom cracked open some wine and I followed her upstairs to her bedroom. We both stripped naked, and I followed her into the bathroom. We took a long bubble bath together, sipping our wine and shaving our legs, arms, and everywhere in between. We also used the double dong on each other. It had been too long since we had done that, and it felt fantastic! Afterwards we hit the sheets in her room for some touchy-feely fun, then another shower together. Mom gave herself an enema as well - she was prepared for everything! I figured Daddy was going to go bonkers over the new Mom. I knew Jack was going to like me!

She was still hanging around in a ratty bathrobe when Daddy came home. He gave her a quick kiss and headed upstairs to take a quick shower and change clothes. Mom came into my bedroom and we went to Stage 2, dressing. She ripped off the bathrobe and I handed her the jeans we had selected. They were black low-riders, very low low-riders. Any lower and Amanda's proposed clit ring would show! Next on was a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned but tied under her tits. No bra. No panties. Her flat stomach was exposed for everyone to see. Then I handed her a package. A couple of days ago we had gone shopping for jewelry in the mall and gotten several different pieces. We both got a 'normal' sized set and a 'flashy' set. The normal was just a ring and a little jewel (my set also included matching nipple rings.) The flashy piece was much larger, with a bunch of hanging stones and gaudy silver. Tonight, Mom was going flashy!

She slipped into a pair of black stilettos and looked at herself in the mirror. "Jesus, Amber, I can't go out like this! I look like a total slut!", she exclaimed.

"Mom, get real. You're going out in low riders, no bra, fuck me pumps, and a belly button ring showing. You are a total slut!" I pushed her towards the door as she squawked. I had already heard Daddy leave their bedroom and head downstairs. "Let's go. Makeup and jewelry." I hustled Mom into her room and back into the bathroom, where she sat down at the vanity. I picked up a bright red lip gloss. "Here, use this. Daddy will like the bright red stains on his dick in the morning."

"Amber!", protested Mom, but she had a smile on her face. She used it, too, while I found some mascara. We tarted her up and put some matching earrings in that sort of matched the ring in her navel, then we went downstairs.

"I must be out of my mind!", she muttered to me.

"So what? Even crazy people need to get laid.", I replied. "Follow me. I'll keep Daddy from raping you on the stairs."

It probably was a good idea that I was there, because as soon as Daddy saw Mom, he became a raving horny monster! He was pawing at the ground, snorting, and drooling. Mom smiled at me as Daddy took her hand and led her outside. I wondered to myself if they would make it out of the driveway!



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Chapter 26


I headed back upstairs and got ready for my own weekend. I was heading over to Jack's for the weekend, so I did the preparation thing, just like Mom, shaving and cleaning up everything. I tossed some stuff in an overnight bag, and dressed sort of like Mom, but a little different. I wore normal jeans (and granny panties and a mini-pad, too, if you must know - I still had a few hours of that time of the month to go) and heels, but went instead with a sheer white blouse and a lacy black half-bra I had liberated from my mother, the sort that kind of puts everything out on display, buttoned normally. I had on my flashy belly button and nipple ring set, and it was pretty obvious through the sheer white fabric. I grabbed a windbreaker as well. I wanted to surprise Jack, not everybody on the way!

I let myself into Jack's apartment about six or so. Jack was already home, puttering around in the kitchen, and he yelled out, "Amber?"

"Right here, babe." I came through and dropped my bag on the kitchen table, then smiled at him. He was standing at the refrigerator, holding the door open and pulling out two beer bottles. He smiled and waggled them at me, so I nodded. "Thank you."

He cracked open both beers and handed me one, then leaned down and gave me an excellent welcome kiss. It had been too long since I was with him! I gave him an equally happy return kiss and then stepped back.

"I've missed you.", he said with a smile.

"I'm glad... I mean... I'm not glad you missed me but I'm glad you're glad to see me... you know what I mean!", I stumbled out.

"Yeah, whatever.", he said with a laugh. "Can you stay all weekend?"

"Right through Monday morning." Jack grinned at this, and I set my beer bottle down on the table. I undid the zipper to my windbreaker and peeled it off nonchalantly. I straightened up and picked up my beer bottle, and glanced over it at Jack.

The effect was electrifying! Jack swallowed and stared at my chest. His mouth flapped a couple of times, and then he got his voice. "You did it!" He looked up at me with a gleam in his eyes. "You really did it!"

"Did what, Jack?", I teased, batting my eyes at him.

He took another swallow of beer, probably to wet his suddenly dry mouth. "Uh, you know..." He waggled a finger at my chest.

"Know what, Jack?"

He swallowed again. "Uh... uh..." He set his bottle down on the counter and stepped closer. "I need to see. Please, let me see!"

"See what, Jack?", I giggled.

"Jesus!" Jack came up to me and unbuttoned my see-through blouse, his fingers moving so fast they were getting in each others way. Finally he fumbled my blouse open and yanked it apart, half pulling it out of my jeans. "Wow!", he exclaimed. He stared at my tits and belly button. I knew my nipples were stiff, since I was excited, but they felt like bullets.

"Jack, you've seen my breasts before."

"Not like this!" I laughed at that, but then one of his fingers strayed across a nipple and I gasped. My back arched and I stopped breathing for a second. My nipples were so sensitive I came just from a random touch! Emboldened, Jack gingerly ran his fingertips over my nipples and drove me crazy. "Wow!", he repeated.

"Oh, Jack!", I gasped, as he flicked his fingertips against me. I could feel the posts tugging at my nipples and the dangling jewels brushing against my skin. "Jack, oh, Jack!" It was all I could do to stand there, my skin vibrating as he stroked my tits and gave me orgasm after orgasm.

Finally it was too much. I dropped down to the floor and smiled up at him, then ripped his pants open and tugged them and his shorts down. His cock almost leapt out, actually slapping me in the face. I opened wide and sucked him in. Now it was his turn to moan. His precome was already seeping out when I pulled his pants down, now it began to freely flow into my mouth. Jack was moaning, his hands running through my hair, his hips pumping his cock into me. He gave a loud groan and I felt his cock swell. I rammed my face forward and swallowed noisily. He really did taste delicious. I promised myself I would do this a few more times this weekend.

A minute later Jack sagged back against the counter and looked down at me somewhat dazed. I reached up and he helped me to my feet. I washed his come down with some beer and commented, "Great chaser."

Jack's eyes opened wide at that. "I'm glad you approved. We have plenty of both for the weekend, if you're interested."

"Definitely!"

Jack grinned. He stepped closer and kissed me again, and then he bent down. He lifted my tits with his hands, cupping them as he pulled them slightly out of the half-bra, and licked my left nipple. Then he gently bit down, like he often does. The effect was different this time. "Yow!", I squeaked, and pushed him back. "Stop!" Jesus, that smarted!

Jack looked at me horrified. "Amber?"

I gently massaged my nipple, and then adjusted myself in my half-bra. "It's okay. I'm sorry.", I assured him. He looked at me with worry. I took his hand and led him into the living room. I stripped off my blouse but stayed in my half-bra. "Things are still a little sensitive, I guess. I'll be fine."

Jack's eyes were wide. "Did that, uh, hurt?"

"What, now or when I had them done?"

"Both, I guess.", he replied.

I had finished my beer so I worked on his. "Not really, I guess, for either. When I had them pierced, it stung, like a bad bee sting, but then it was over. It's just that everything is still a bit sensitive. I only had it done on Monday.", I admitted.

"Same with your belly button?" He reached down and flicked the dangle at my navel. I giggled at that.

"Mmm, hmm. I went with my mother. She had her belly button done, too."

Jack stared at me and laughed. "Your mother had her belly button pierced, too? And she knew what you were doing?"

"Yeah, we went with a friend who had been done already. We watched Mom get her navel done, then I did mine, then I just said 'Screw it!' and took off my bra and had my babies done."

"Holy shit!" He flicked the dangles on my nipples, leaving the flesh alone, and it made a very pleasant sensation compared to biting them. "I'm sorry. How long do you think you'll be in pain?"

"I'm not in pain, honey. It's just that we need to be a little gentle for a few more days. How about if I tell you when you can do things and then you do them?" Jack grinned at this and agreed. "Okay, then. How about you just use the tip of your tongue and lick my nipples until I come?" I crawled up onto his lap, straddling his thighs and placed my tits at his mouth level.

"I can do that.", he assured me. He did, too, taking a wonderfully long time, and even slightly sucking them once or twice. He earned another blowjob when he was done.

When we were done and I felt exhausted and tingly and thoroughly aroused, I climbed to my feet and grabbed our beer bottles. Jack followed me to the kitchen, buttoning up his pants but leaving his shirt undone. "Jack, love, that was very tasty, but not very filling. What's for dinner?"

Jack shrugged. "Didn't have anything really in mind. Did you want to go out?" Just then he glanced at my sheer blouse on his kitchen table, then at my tits, and then back at my blouse. He visibly gulped as he realized everywhere we went people would see my tits and jewelry.

"What's the matter, Jack? Worried about what people might say?"

Jack looked at me and smiled. "Only if one of them is my mother! That would probably be a problem."

I laughed and agreed, then grabbed my blouse. "Well, I can cook us something and we can stay in, or we can get dressed and go out. If we go out, people will probably look, won't they."

"Let them.", he said with a grin. "Just how crazy do you want to get tonight?"

I gave him a nice hug, feeling my jewelry rub against his chest. "Give me a few minutes to change. I'll put on a nice skirt and some stockings and heels and we can go out to a very intimate dinner and then hit a club."

"It's a deal!" He wandered down the hall and I followed, heading into the bedroom I keep my clothes. We both took quick showers and I was very happy to note that I was able to go out without panties. Jack was going to fuck me silly before the night was through!

"Jack?", I called out through the door.

"Yeah?", he asked, coming across the hallway.

I was standing there stark naked, holding my half-cup bra in my hands. "Do you think I should wear the bra or not?", I asked sweetly.

Jack stared at me hungrily as I batted my eyes. "Uhhh, okay, I guess.", he mumbled.

"So you want me to wear the sheer blouse then?" At this point he was almost pawing at the floor, giving an excellent impersonation of my father around my mom earlier in the evening. He just nodded vacantly. "And my skirt, would you like me to wear a short skirt, or a very short skirt?" I held up a pair of miniskirts, one a couple of inches shorter than the other.

"Short, I mean the really short one, I mean..." He pointed at the shorter of the two.

"Okay, but if I wear that one and my really high heels, I won't be able to wear any stockings. Should I wear pantyhose or would you prefer I don't wear anything?" I kept tormenting him until I had everything figured out, then sent him away, a giant boner in his pants, and got dressed.

My final outfit was a mid-thigh length skirt that had several buttons up the side, two of which I had undone, three inch high pumps, my half-bra, and the sheer blouse. No panties were worn and no stockings. Really, they would have been visible, and I didn't have any crotchless pantyhose. Mom has a couple of pair, but they seem like more trouble than they're worth. I sauntered out to the living room to find Jack scratching Mister Jinx under the throat. He took one look at me and dropped Jinxie, to start pawing at the floor all over again. I grabbed my purse and led the way to the door. I'm not sure how Jack didn't trip over his tongue and drown in his drool. I felt GREAT!

Dinner we had at a small and dark restaurant, very dark and discrete, with Jack requesting a place in the back, a round booth where he sat very close to me. He slipped his fingers into my lap and under my skirt and fingered me in between courses, which suited me just fine. By the time we hit the club all the buttons except the top one on the side of my skirt were open. We got in courtesy of my North Dakota driver's license, and I got totally lit. By midnight we were dry humping in the corner, and then we did the real thing in the parking lot afterwards.

I woke the next day feeling like death warmed over. I stumbled from our bed into the bathroom and threw up, which didn't help matters a whole lot, and then wandered groaning into the hallway and down to the living room.

"You decided to wake up, sunshine!", came out of an insufferable Jack. I loved him, but he was an asshole.

"You are way too happy in the morning.", I replied.

He ostentatiously looked at his watch and said, "It's after noon."

"Fuck you!" Jack was laughing when I felt the world whirl and I ran back to the bathroom. I felt awful, aching all over, nauseous, headache. I was hungover, not too bad, now that I think of it, but who's ever had a good hangover? I puked some more.

Jack followed me down the hallway. He joined me in the bath, normally an interesting experience, but not now. "Come on, have something to drink." He gave me a small glass of Coke, which actually settled my stomach some and washed out the puke taste in my mouth. "Take these." He opened a bottle of Advil and gave me a half dozen or so. Then he pushed me into the shower and I washed up. Afterwards, another half dozen pills and he pushed me back to bed.

"Hold it.", I mumbled. "Get me my bag."

When Jack returned I had about my nipple rings out and was working on my navel jewelry. I ached all over, including my tits. We had definitely gotten crazy last night. I felt sore all over — we had done everything! My jewelry was nice, but not real good to sleep in. I managed to find and slip in my regular rings to keep the holes open, just some simple tiny rings in stainless steel, and tossed the fancy stuff on the dresser. Then I went back to bed.

When I woke the second time, it was almost dark. I wasn't nauseous anymore, and my headache was almost gone. I climbed out of bed and grabbed some more Advil. Somebody had left me a glass of water and a bottle of Advil on the nightstand. I also found Jack's bathrobe on the foot of the bed. I pulled it on. It fit me like a tent, but right then I didn't want to feel sexy, just warm and comfortable. I went out to the living room to find Jack sitting on the couch reading Time. I sat on the couch slowly as he watched me over his magazine.

Jack set down the Time. "How you feeling?", he asked.

I briefly debated a smartass answer, but I was too worn out for the effort. "Better, I guess. I guess I haven't been too much fun today."

Jack smiled but he didn't laugh. "It's been quiet. Would you like something to eat?"

I felt suddenly very small and weak, wrapped in an oversized bathrobe. I hadn't eaten since yesterday! I looked at him pleadingly. "Please?"

Jack chuckled and said, "Omelets?" I nodded and he headed out to the kitchen. I stayed where I was and rested my eyes.

I woke to Jack's fingers on my shoulder and the aroma of a cheese omelet before me. I grabbed it from him and started eating. "This is pretty good.", I commented.

"The benefits of bachelorhood.", he replied. "I know lots of ways to make bacon and eggs."

We didn't talk much that night. I just curled up next to him and semi-dozed while he watched TV, still wrapped in his robe. Finally, late, he woke me and we went to bed. I was alive enough to respond when his fingers touched me, and we made slow and quiet love before falling asleep. It was an excellent end to a not so excellent day.

Sunday was a little more normal. I gave Jack an excellent slow BJ on waking, then spent the day in a tiny nightie, tormenting him and inducing him into mindless sex. A lot of mindless sex! By the end of the day, it was Jack who was exhausted. I was very proud of myself! We went to bed and made love one last time. Monday he would need to work and I would need to go to school.



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Chapter 27


Monday night I got to sit down with Mom and ask how her weekend had gone. "So, did Daddy like your new jewelry?", I asked.

Mom blushed bright red, but she smiled and nodded. "I couldn't believe it! It was like we were back on our honeymoon, he was insatiable!"

"Where'd you go for dinner?"

Mom shrugged. "I don't really know the name of the place. It was over on the other side of town, very dark and quiet. We didn't run into anybody we knew, thank God!" I raised my eyebrows comically at this. "Well, Jesus, Amber, I just looked like a slut!"

"That was the idea, Mom.", I said with a giggle. "And after dinner?"

"Daddy stopped at a liquor store and bought a bottle of champagne and we drove way out into the desert and went parking.", she admitted.

"Really!? Way to go Dad!"

Mom smiled at the memory. "I mean we didn't just go parking. He had me undress in the car on the way there, and then we parked out in the middle of nowhere and he got out a blanket from the trunk and laid it out on the ground. We drank the champagne and spent the entire night screwing our brains out under the stars. It was amazing!"

"Wow! Sounds like it was a fun night."

"That was just the start. When we came home Saturday morning, your father wouldn't let me get dressed. I stayed naked all weekend long, with nothing on but some stockings and heels, and went at it right through Sunday night. I mean, it was like all I had to do was jingle my jewelry at him and his cock would get hard and he'd be fucking me again!"

I laughed. "Maybe you should get your tits done, too."

Mom looked a bit skeptical at that idea. "So did Jack like your additions?"

"About as much as Daddy liked yours.", I replied. "Friday night was definitely one for the record books."

"And the next couple of days?"

Well, I really didn't want to mention how I was drunk and hungover from using a fake ID, so I simply nodded and said, "Pretty much like you two. Jack is now but a dried out shell of a man."

"So when do we get to meet this wonderful guy? You've told us about him but it's been months now and he's never been here."

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's just never been the right time. This weekend?"

Mom shook her head. "There's a party over at the Bakers' Friday night."

"See what I mean?", I told her. "There's always something going on with one of us."

It was Mom's turn to shrug. "So, make it for next weekend and I'll let your father know. Are you going with us to the party?"

"What, the one at the Bakers'?", I asked.

"Sure, you haven't done that in a while now."

Suddenly I understood and my eyes popped open. The Bakers were having a swap party at their place. Mom had mentioned it a few weeks ago, but it hadn't really sunk in at the time. All at once I felt my pussy flooding and my nipples stood up proud and perky. An entire evening of wild and meaningless sexual extravagance. I really wanted to go, but what about Jack? Did I want to cheat on him? Did I want to skip the party and stay with him? We hadn't really discussed the coming weekend. "Uh, let me think on that a bit. I'll let you know."

This actually worked out fairly easily. Jack's and my schedules came together nicely this week, and Wednesday after class I got to his apartment in the late afternoon. I'd like to say that I made a six course gourmet meal before he came home, but that wouldn't precisely be true. Instead I drove over to the nearest Bella Milano, the one owned by my cousin Tony, and got some cheese stuffed manicotti and some marinara sauce and some garlic bread. I even had a nice bottle of Chianti (well, I think it was nice - the guy at the liquor store said it was nice.) I simply had to heat up the oven and toss everything in at the right times. I also was able to clean up and put on a nice little dress, some stockings and heels, and jewelry.

Jack came in the door almost exactly at the time I had predicted. From the front door he cried out, "Lucy, I'm home!" He came into the kitchen with a curious look in his eyes. He looked at me, sniffed the dinner cooking, and glanced at the table, nicely set. "You know, a fellow could get used to this!" He smiled and gave me a kiss, a very nice kiss. If dinner hadn't been ready, that kiss would have earned him something even better!

"You have just enough time to wash up.", I told him. He shuffled out, pausing to scratch Mister Jinx, and then went down the hall to the bathroom. I grabbed my hot mitts and pulled the manicotti from the oven, then set the garlic bread inside to warm up again. By the time Jack had returned, dressed in clean clothes and smiling, I had the bread out and sliced, too.

"This is great.", he said, appreciatively. "You made manicotti? Wow!" I sheepishly confessed the truth to him, which didn't change his attitude at all. "I don't care. It's great!" He sopped up some sauce with the garlic bread and downed it with some wine. "I love it!" He poured me some more wine. "Do I need to leave room for dessert?"

"Sorry, didn't think about that."

"Not a problem." Jack swooped down and grabbed the last manicotti. "After dinner I'll think of something else I want to eat."

I swear to God I think I actually blushed at that. Of course, my second thought was to hurry him through dinner!

Jack continued on in a different vein. "After dinner I need to call home and say happy birthday to Elena."

"Oh, is it her birthday? What is she now, fifteen?"

Jack nodded. "She's very excited. Ricardo is taking her out Friday night."

"Ooh, her first date, how exciting! I'm surprised your parents are letting her go out. I didn't get to date until I was sixteen.", I commented.

Jack shrugged and smiled. "I don't think Papa wants to let her date until she's in her thirties and he's dead. I suspect Mama is keeping him under control in the meantime. Actually, since her birthday is so late in the year, all her older friends are only starting to date now, too."

I nodded in understanding. It was always tough on my friends who were either born late in the year or had skipped a grade. All their friends could date but they had to stay home. "Uh, I don't mean to pry, but has your mother had that 'little talk' with your sister?"

"What, the one where she explains how boys are only after one thing?" Jack grinned as he said this.

"That's the one!"

Jack snorted. "In my family it's pretty simple. They simply point at me and say shit happens."

My eyes opened at this. "Because you're everybody's stepbrother!"

"Exactly. I mean, don't get me wrong. Papa really is my father, and they've never lied to the other kids about me. My real father, my birth father, he helped support me and they've all seen him, and he gets along okay with my folks, but still... when it came time and my brothers and I were starting to look at girls, Mama and Papa would sit us down and explain the facts of life quite explicitly, including birth control."

"So, how'd you get here?", I teased.

Jack laughed. "Who knows? Maybe the rubber broke! Maybe she forgot her diaphragm? Maybe she got too excited by that sly and sneaky gringo." We both laughed at that.

"So Elena's had the talk, too? Good."

Jack cocked an eye at me. "You say that like it's important. Is there something I should know about?"

"What? No, not really."

"Is Elena being a naughty little girl?", he asked with a grin.

"Well, I saw her and Ricardo out on the back porch at your parents' and they were doing a little more than holding hands.", I confessed. Actually, I had seen them necking pretty heavily, and when Ricardo had slipped a hand under her skirt, Elena had pushed him away, not by saying 'No!', but by saying, 'Not here!'

"Well, do me a favor and don't tell Papa. I don't want him having a heart attack!"

"He didn't really marry your mother for a green card, did he?", I teased.

Again, Jack shrugged his shoulders. "You know, I don't really know. I mean, Mama was on her own with a baby when she met him, and he was an ambitious wetback trying to get a start in the new country. I'm not saying it was that blatant, but it was probably a factor."

"But they seem so happy with each other.", I remarked.

"They are happy with each other. My brothers and sister didn't show up by stork, you know. Mama and Papa, well, you wouldn't believe it..."

"What?"

"Well, for years they had this big brass bed, and it was pretty squeaky, and just about every night you could hear the springs squeaking!"

"Oh my God! Jack, were you being a naughty boy?", I teased. I moved my hand in a jerking motion.

Jack's eyes widened and he stared at me. "Jesus, no!" Then he laughed. "You almost had me there!" Then he laughed some more. "They had to get rid of the bed, because of Elena." I looked at him curiously. "It was right after I moved out and she switched bedrooms into my old room. A couple of weeks later, at the big Sunday dinner, she hands them a can of WD-40 and says that there was a lot of squeaking from their bed, and maybe they need to oil it. Well, they freak out and us kids are laughing like crazy and two days later this giant Posturepedic shows up!"

Jack waggled his eyebrows and stood. He cleared off the table and took my hand. "Care for some dessert?"

I blushed again, but followed him into the living room. "I'd love some!"

Jack stood behind me and I felt his fingers along my back, and then the zipper to my dress slowly moved down my spine. I shivered as his fingertips moved along my skin and the dress fell away. I hadn't worn anything beneath it as I am sure Jack had known; my dress was such that I jiggled beneath it, and I had seen his eyes watching me. Jack leaned forward and nibbled the back of my neck. "Dessert looks delicious.", he whispered.

I turned around and placed my hands at his waist. "Mind if I see my dessert?" I didn't bother waiting for his answer but undid his pants and pushed them down his thighs, along with his shorts. His cock was hard and aimed straight for me when it came into the air. "Delicious!", I agreed.

Jack and I sank to the carpet, and it was almost magical how we agreed on the same course of action. We stretched out on the carpet, head to toe, on our sides, and as Jack moved his face in towards me, I began to lick and nibble his cockhead. There was a small droplet of his precome on the tip, which I licked off. I know I was already wet with my need. We snuggled closer together and began to slowly lick and such each other.

Jack was getting excited about our fooling around. He was moaning as he ate me out, and his hips were thrusting back and forth as he tried to fuck his cock into my mouth. Precome was flowing freely, and I started to pump his cock, bringing him even closer. Finally he gasped out, "Oh, God!", and tried to ram his cock into my throat. I kept control but started sucking fiercely. Come spurted into my mouth and I swallowed quickly.

Jack rolled onto his back, breathing heavily, and I sat up. I stripped off the rest of his clothes, leaving me the only one of us still dressed, in nothing more than my stockings, heels, and jewelry. I positioned a pillow under his head and he smiled. "It's like I said earlier, a fellow could get used to this."

I reached down and wiggled his limp cock. "A girl could get used to this, too!" I licked my lips salaciously and started warming him up again. "By the way, I'm under orders to take you home to meet my folks. They figure if I'm meeting your parents, you should meet mine."

Jack shrugged as his cock hardened. "Sure, no problem." Then he gave me an odd look. "Uh, I forgot to mention, I'm going away this weekend. I have to spend some time with my real dad."

Thank God! I could go to the party with my parents without feeling guilty about being away from Jack! "That's okay. I'll spend the weekend with my folks." And with the Bakers, and with a bunch of other fun people screwing my brains out! "I'll be fine.", I said with a smile. Jack was stiff enough again, so I swung a leg over his midsection and his cock slipped inside me. "Well, if we aren't going to be together this weekend, we should make a few memories to hold us until next weekend." I raised his hands to my tits, and as Jack gently tweaked and twisted my nipples and their rings, I began riding him with my fingers rubbing my clit and his cock.

Now that my nipples and belly button were totally healed up, Jack was driving me insane when he played with my nipples. I came twice before he sent me into a third come when he started spurting up into me. I collapsed onto his chest, whimpering. I wasn't sure I would be able to handle a third fuck, but if Jack wanted to, I would stay until he decided. I smiled at the thought.



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Chapter 28


The Bakers were having a pool party Friday night, or perhaps a pool orgy might be a better description. I had been over to their place several times, including one swap party, and their home was private enough for what they planned. Whereas our house was a big spread out sort of split level, theirs was something Daddy called a contemporary. It had several modern looking levels with lots of angles and lines, and a large swimming pool in the back yard. They were actually overlooking the golf course at one end of the country club, but since the course wasn't lighted and it was actually a cul-de-sac off the 13th hole, it was very private.

Since the theme was for a pool party, we dressed in swimsuits and cover-ups. Daddy just wore some trunks and a bright Hawaiian shirt, and sneakers. Mom and I pulled on bikinis and cover-ups, along with some high-heeled sandals. We would swim a little, catch a little moonlight, and then do some skinny-dipping before fucking our brains out.

That was the plan, anyway. Reality was a trifle different. First we ended up running late when Daddy got stuck at the office. Then, as we left the house, he had a flat tire before we got a hundred yards down the road. He backed it up to the house, going THUMP-THUMP-THUMP as we rolled along, then we ran back up the driveway for Mom's car. We got to the party at least half an hour late, and were the last car in the driveway.

Mom and I got out and looked around, but before we went inside, I said, "Hold it." I undid my cover-up and reached inside, then untied my bikini and stripped it off, tossing it back inside the car. I redid the tie on the mesh cover-up. "There, better."

Daddy's eyes opened in amusement, and Mom commented. "Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?"

"Mom, by the time we get inside, everyone will already be screwing. Besides, I like that swimsuit and don't want to lose it. I brought some clothes to wear home, anyway." I had packed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt just in case, along with my Nikes.

Mom nodded in agreement, and said, "Yeah, okay." She turned to Daddy and said, "Wait a minute.", and much to his amusement, she repeated the process, stripping off her swimsuit and tossing it in the Beemer also. She retied her cover-up and said, "There! All ready!" We walked up the driveway and into the front door.

I was right, the orgy was well under way! There were already some loud moans coming from a side room, and you could see through a window several naked people wandering around the back yard. "Told you so!", I said sweetly to my parents. "See you later?"

Daddy nodded and Mom said, "I'm going to go look for Amanda.", and we split up. Mom turned left and went into the family room, Daddy wandered down the hallway and out towards the pool in the back, and I turned right. I had spotted a bar set up in the living room and was thirsty. Nobody else was in the room at the moment, though I could see several discarded outfits laying to the side, so I knew the room had already seen some action. I looked over the bar and settled on some white wine. I tossed some ice cubes into a glass and poured some wine, and saw a couple come into the living room from the side. They approached the bar also.

I glanced at them and smiled. "Thirsty?"

"Yes, that's why we came in.", replied the girl. Actually she was a young woman in her early twenties. She was definitely of Asian extract, with dark black hair and almond shaped eyes. She was small and slim, with the cutest and perkiest little tits and a racing stripe patch of pussy hair. She spoke with a real California Valley Girl accent. Her partner was slim and pleasantly muscled. Both of them were totally naked, a very dark tan except for white bikini lines, him included.

"What would you like?"

"What you have looks good to me.", she replied.

"Well then, here. I haven't even touched it yet." I passed her my wine glass and turned to her friend.

"I'll just have a beer.", he answered, reaching into an ice filled bowl on the table and finding a bottle. "I'm Al and this is Lisa. What's your name?"

"I'm Amber." I made myself another glass of wine. "Nice to meet you. I got here a bit late. It looks like you two have already had some fun." There was a little sheen of sex sweat on both of them, and I could see a tiny drop of what looked like come on Lisa's cheek.

Al blushed a bit but Lisa nodded enthusiastically and agreed. "Yeah, right after we got here, we found Roger and Amanda, and had a really cool foursome with them." I sipped my wine and indicated by hand for her to continue on. "So, it was right over there.", she said, pointing towards the couch. "We got the night rolling! We stripped and Roger sat down, then I knelt on the floor and gave him head. Amanda lay down and sucked me off, and Al fucked her while she ate me. It was a real daisy chain!"

"Sounds like fun! What did Roger do, just sit there and moan?", I asked, laughing.

Al answered, "Pretty much. He wasn't complaining, that's for sure. You know Roger?"

I nodded. "He and my father are in business."

"Your father? Does he know... ?", Al asked, wide-eyed.

"Not only does he know, but he and Mom are here also." That surprised the pair of them. I leaned in towards Lisa. "You missed a spot earlier.", I said, and licked the come drop from her cheek. I smiled as I washed it down with my wine.

"Thank you!", she cooed. "I love your jewelry. May I?" I nodded and she undid the tie on my mesh jacket and pulled it open. I was wearing my flashy jewelry tonight - I mean, what better time to flaunt it then a fuck party! "Gorgeous!"

"Cool.", agreed Al.

Lisa took my hand and led me over to the couch, and she and Al sandwiched me between them. We finished our drinks as we swapped kisses and touches. I would sip my wine and kiss and lick Lisa, then break, sip some more wine, and turn to Al. They were doing the same, and since I was in the middle, I got the most kisses and licks. Their fingers were all over me, playing with my dangles and slipping between my legs, driving me crazy! By the time our drinks were finished, Al was stiff as a board and I was tingling with anticipation. I didn't know whether I was going to be sucking or fucking, but I was ready for anything!

Lisa settled this by ordering Al to lift me onto his lap, facing away. I helped and found his slim cock sliding easily inside my drenched pussy. As I slowly lowered into place, he spread our legs apart and Lisa sank to the floor between them. Al slowly bounced me on his cock while Lisa licked and sucked my pussy and his cock. She would start by nibbling my clit, then tonguing her way down my pussy lips, then licking Al's cockshaft and stopping by sucking his balls. Then she reversed course, working her way back up to my clit. God, it was wonderful!

The glorious fucking I was getting ended much too soon, when Lisa began nibbling my clit and fingering me as well, actually slipping a finger up inside my pussy alongside Al's cock. He was moaning as loudly as I was, and I was in orgasm overdrive! He started pumping up into me as Lisa licked us both clean. Her mouth stayed there, licking our combined juice, while we gasped and came back to life.

Afterwards, I offered to return the favor to her, but she simply smiled and said she wanted to mingle some more. They refreshed their drinks and wandered off, so I did the same, after kissing the both of them warmly.

I wandered off through the house to the back and outside to the pool. It was a warm night, and several people were swimming or whatever. After I walked around for a bit, I realized that the people in the pool were also doing 'whatever' - one couple was kissing at one side, and I realized she was riding him, her arms and legs wrapped around him as they fucked, and the other pair was doing it doggy style at the edge, watching a pair of girls get it on in the grass. I put down my empty glass and took off my wrap and heels and jumped in. The water felt excellent, and I did a lap, cooling off and cleaning up, then climbed back out. There were a lot of towels around to dry off with.

At that point I ran into Lisa again, this time with a different guy, a big football type, with a large and heavy cock that she was fondling. I wasn't sure how I would be able to fuck that monster, let alone her, with her smaller frame, but she seemed to like the possibility. She waved at me and I came over. I kissed them both as a greeting. "Mind if I join you? I owe you, don't I?", I teased.

"You sure do! This is Mark. You won't mind two of us playing with your cock, will you?", she asked him.

Mark kissed us both hungrily. "No, not at all!" He led the way to a bare patch of grass and tossed down a couple of beach towels, and we settled in. We started with Lisa and me on each side of him, but everything went crazy after that. After we played with our new toy, Lisa and I licked and sucked his cock some, first with me in 69 with him, and then she sucked him while I rode his face. He either had the most incredible stamina or was totally fucked out even though stiff. I rode his cock some, too, then he fucked me while Lisa and I did some 69. After that, we rolled over, so that Lisa was on top and I was on bottom, and I held her pussylips open while Mark fucked his cock into her. It had felt huge in me, good but huge, and it looked like it was splitting her in two. Lisa moaned into my pussy, but she was hot and slimy enough that Mark didn't have any problems fucking her hard. He groaned as he came - it was actually fascinating to see his cock swell up and the jets of come pulsing down the shaft and into her pussy. I sucked her clit and licked up everything I could. Lisa simply screamed as she came!

We rolled apart. It felt like we had fucked for hours, and I was exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. I kissed Lisa and Mark good-bye and left them dazed and fucked out on the lawn. I jumped back in the pool to clean up, then dried off. I put my wrap and sandals back on, and went back inside. I needed another drink, and I wanted to mingle some more. I planned to screw my brains out and then some!

I refilled my wine glass and went wandering. Maybe I'd get to see Amanda and Roger. Either of them would be an excellent screw, and it's always polite to give your host and hostess an orgasm! Maybe I could run across Mom or Daddy and watch them fucking. That would be cool!

I went through the house and it was always fascinating to see the different rooms; it really was a very modernistic place. It was a fairly large party, with several dozen people, and by now they were all pretty much naked and swinging and swapping. In the family room a pair of couples had swapped partners and the guys were sitting side by side on the couch while the girls were riding them and kissing each other. Several of the bedrooms were in use, once by a single pair and another by a threesome. There was a small group grope going on out in the hot tub, and another one on the floor of the living room. I waved and smiled at several people I had met already, even going so far as to kiss and lick a few exposed bodies, before moving on and visiting others.

I discovered my parents and the Bakers in the library, and things were definitely getting hot and heavy. Daddy was sitting in a leather armchair, naked, with Amanda equally naked on his lap. She was facing away from him, her legs spread wide and Daddy's big cock up her tight little pussy. He was reaching around her to gently tug her nipple rings, and she was rubbing his cock. They both were watching the action on the floor. Mom was kneeling in front of Roger, who was sitting on the couch. His cock was in her mouth. She was getting fucked by another man from behind, doggy style. I saw a tube of KY on the floor next to them, so I knew she was taking it up the ass.

I couldn't tell who was buttfucking Mom, but she was really enjoying it, moaning around the cock in her mouth. I could only see him from the back, but he was tall, and dark, and very muscular, slim but not skinny. His hands were on her hips and he was pounding his cock into her ass, really reaming it. His butt looked muscular, and somehow familiar. Then it hit me! I had seen that butt before, naked and moving away from me any number of times, heading towards the bathroom. It was Jack's butt!

Oh my God! Jack was fucking my mother at an orgy! My mind whirled a moment, and then I settled down. This was so fucking cool! I had to join in!

I came into the room and wiggled my fingers at the others, who smiled at me. Well, Roger, Amanda, and Daddy smiled and waved back. Mom and Jack didn't see me or hear me come in. Nobody really said anything, being totally buzzed and preoccupied. Mom was moaning and groaning, coming endlessly, and Jack was starting to moan, too. He was hammering her butt, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. I came up from behind and to the side and knelt next to him. With one hand I reached down and caressed that muscular butt, slipping a finger down his buttcrack. With my other hand I caressed his face and turned it towards mine and kissed him, hot and wet. It took him a second to recognize me, and the effect was electric! His eyes widened like saucers and he stopped fucking Mom in mid-pump. "Amber?!", he cried weakly.

Mom moaned as her buttfucking stopped. I wiggled my finger at Jack's asshole and said, "Well, don't stop now, silly! Keep fucking her." I used my hand to press him and Jack started humping again.

By now, Roger had come and spewed his jizz down Mom's throat. He had totally missed the byplay between me and Jack, as had Amanda and my parents. They thought I was just helping this gorgeous hunk get off. Mom had her eyes closed and her face to the carpet, her butt high in the air, and she was moaning, loudly, "Fuck my ass! Fuck my ass!"

I wiggled my finger at Jack's ass again and whispered, "Is she tight? Is she good? Is her ass like mine?" I kept teasing him until I could sense he was very, very close. "You're assfucking my mother!", I told him, and slipped my finger inside him, to the second joint. I had done this once or twice before, usually while sucking his cock, and it always drove him over the edge. Jack stared at me in disbelief, even as he moaned and his cock spasmed, pumping Mom's butt full of hot come.

Mom cried out as she came again, and then sagged down to the floor. Jack sat back on his heels, staring at me and looking at the rest of the room. Nobody else had heard my words, but he asked, "Are you serious?! What are you doing here?"

I laughed at this. "Shouldn't I ask you the same thing?" Mom was looking at us now, along with the other three. "Mom, Daddy, this is Jack Rodriguez."

My parents stared. My father had the right attitude. "Holy shit!"

The final surprise of the night came from Roger, though I didn't understand it at that moment. "This is the Amber you mentioned?" Jack just nodded dumbly.

I climbed to my feet and held out my hand to Jack. He took the hint and stood up. I took his hand and announced, "We're going to clean up and talk and have sex. See you later." I led him mutely from the room. For the first time in my life I understood the phrase 'hit between the eyes with a two by four.' Behind us a babble of voices started up.

I led Jack by the hand out to the backyard and over to the shower by the pool. He stared as I stripped off my cover-up and heels, then joined him. I grabbed the ring on the showerhead and yanked it down, and cold water sprayed down on us. This finally woke my love up, and he spluttered and stared down at me. "Amber, what are you doing here?"

"Well, right now I'm taking a shower with you. What are you doing here?", I replied.

"That's no answer!"

"Yes it is. Now, it's your turn. I thought you were at your father's this weekend."

He smiled and glanced around. "I am."

It was my turn to stare. "You are? Roger Baker is your father?"

"Uh, yeah. Mama changed my last name to Rodriguez when she married Papa, but Roger is my real father.", he said.

I stared in disbelief. "Holy shit! My father is your father's partner!"

Jack looked at me like I was nuts. "You're Amber Campbell, like in Baker and Campbell?" I nodded. "Holy shit is right!"

I took Jack's hand and we walked over to the hot tub. "Come on, baby, we need to talk." We climbed into the hot tub and I settled myself on Jack's lap. "You're Roger Baker's son?", I repeated.

"Yeah. And you're his partner's daughter?"

Yeah.", I answered. "This is too fucking weird." I shook my head. "So you knew about this party?" Jack turned bright red, and he looked away, guiltily, and nodded. I turned his head back gently. "Jack, I'm not angry, but I am confused."

He looked at me and looked down, ashamed. "I didn't now how to tell you. I mean, this is something I've been doing a couple of years now. My parents have no idea, and you're the first girl I've been serious about in a long time. I mean, how do I tell you I'm into this sort of thing? I felt terrible, but I also was really turned on." He looked away briefly, then looked back at me. "I'm so sorry."

"I feel like I should be saying the same thing to you. I hadn't given my folks an answer to the invite when you told me you were going to be away this weekend, and I felt relieved that I wouldn't have to tell you." I reached down under the bubbling hot water and gently began touching his cock. It was still soft, but I wanted it, so I began fondling him.

"How long have you been into this?", I asked.

"I was just about to ask you the same thing.", he said with a smile. He flicked a finger across my nipples, jingling my rings, and jingling me as well. "It just sort of happened. I was visiting a couple of summers ago, and I got my weekends mixed up, and I walked in on a party."

"I'll bet that was a surprise." Jack was starting to stiffen again. "So, what happened?"

Jack chuckled, and twisted slightly so it was easier for me to play with his cock. "Well, it was really pretty weird. I walk in the door carrying an overnight bag, and as I look into the family room, I see these two naked people fucking on the couch, and it's not Roger and Amanda! Like, what the hell is going on! I wander into the living room, where I see this bar set up and some clothes on a chair, and the music is blaring, and there's this really good looking redhead mixing a drink, topless. So I'm just staring at her, and she walks up to me, and right out of the blue, she asks me if I want a blowjob. I haven't got clue one what is going on and before I can even mumble something, she drops to her knees and yanks down my pants and starts sucking my cock."

I laughed at this. "And what did you do?"

"What do you think I did? I tossed my bag aside and let her blow me. I'm not stupid, you know!" I laughed at this. "So anyways, she sucks me off, really good too. Then she stands up and makes us both a drink. I offered to return the favor, but she said no, it was that time of the month, and she really liked giving head, to everybody. She wandered off and I saw her later, muff diving."

"Cool!" Jack's cock was nice and hard, and I needed it bad. I twisted around some and sat up a bit. "Baby, I want it in my ass.", I told him. He had a nice gleam to his eye, and he held my butt cheeks and spread them while I positioned his cockhead as best I could. Once the tip was in, we slowly let me down, and I slid down, his cock going up me. I groaned happily. I glanced back over my shoulder and asked, "Is my ass better than my Mom's?"

"Don't be catty. I can't believe that was your mother! So, what are you doing here?"

"You really want to know how I got into this, right?" He nodded, so I said, "Same as you, by accident. I was staying at a friend's place back in the spring, a sleepover party, and her mother shut it down and threw us all out. I went home and found an orgy going on, and before I knew it, a couple of guys had gotten me alone and undressed and - BANG - I was in."

"Your parents must have freaked. Roger and Amanda did, when they found me later that night with a pair of blondes in a threeway."

I shrugged, and the movement caused some wonderful sensations to ripple all over me. "Yeah, a bit. We had a long, long talk, and they started inviting me along." It was Jack's turn to nod in understanding. "I am so sorry I never told you. I hated lying about this."

Jack wrapped those strong arms around me and pulled me back in a tight hug, then kept his hands in place caressing my tits. "No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I lied about this weekend."

"No more lies, Jack."

"No more lies, Amber."

I ground my ass down on him, feeling his cock pulsing up my asshole. It felt great, and I slid a finger down to my clit and brought myself off. "How often have you done this?", I asked.

"Uhh... since we met? There was this weekend, and that weekend you went to LA? I went to a party then."

"No shit!? I was in LA seeing friends I had met at a party! We did a threesome all weekend long! Holy shit!" I started bouncing on Jack's cock, getting off another time, and it was too much for him. Moments later he moaned and I felt his cock twitching as the come spurted into my asshole. I swear I could feel it jetting up into me! We slipped apart and gasped and panted in the hot tub.

Jack looked over my shoulder and got a nervous expression on his face. I looked backwards and found Mom and Daddy and Roger and Amanda walking towards us. I waved and smiled. "Hi guys!"

"Everything all right, Amber?", asked Mom.

"Everything is just fine, Mom. We have had a nice long talk and some great sex." Jack blushed at this. "Mom, Daddy, this is Jack Rodriguez, the guy I've been seeing." Daddy's face was a picture of amusement at this, but he held out his hand and shook Jack's.

"Uhhh, hello.", was about all Jack could muster.

I turned to Roger Baker. "I never knew you had a son."

Roger simply shrugged. "I guess we just never got around to talking about it. I knew you were seeing a guy named Jack, but it never dawned on me it was my Jack."

I turned back to my parents. "Listen, everything is just dandy. I'm going to go home with Jack tonight, but we'll be over on Sunday for dinner. Okay?" I threw my arms around Jack's neck and kissed his cheek, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tight.

"Fine, honey.", said Daddy, smiling. "Your mother and I can figure out something to do in the meantime." Mom snorted at this, and they all walked back into the party, which was starting to wind down.

I watched Jack eyeing my mother and Amanda. "Ever done Amanda?", I teased him.

"What!?", he spluttered out, but then gave me a sheepish grin and nodded. "While Roger was watching, too. You ever done your parents?"

"Wouldn't you like to know!" I settled back in his arms.

"Amber, no more secrets.", he whispered to me.

"No more secrets, Jack.", I agreed. I did, however, turn to face him with a grin, "But I never said, 'No more surprises!'"

Jack laughed and hugged me. Everything was going to be just fine!


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Posted:  2005-10-03
Last Modified: 2006-01-13 / 11:32:39 am
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