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It
was the first of August and I was in a quandary. Jeff and Matt would be home sometime in the next day or two. What was I supposed to do with Brandi? I hadn't told Jeff anything about Brandi
shacking up with me the past seven weeks or so. I didn't have a clue how he would take it. Sure, he had broken up with her, but he
still might take exception to me screwing her.
I certainly didn't want to drive a wedge between us over some fuck
toy. Brandi had pretty much the same
concerns, for Jeff that is.
I
had last spoken to my boys two days before.
Matt estimated that they'd be home on the second or third of
August. I finally decided that what
Jeff didn't know wouldn't hurt him and I decided to put Brandi up in an
extended‑stay motel for the next two weeks. Brandi wasn't too keen on the idea, but she agreed to it.
It
was getting late. We'd had supper and
had just finished a relaxing night swim.
Knowing it would be our last night together until the boys left for
State‑U in two weeks, I got a bit frisky. We were in the kitchen when I started messing around like I
always did, kissing and molesting her at will.
I got her motor running and soon I had her up on the kitchen table
putting it to her, her legs resting on my shoulders, fucking her while I stood. Having already fucked her by the pool
earlier, I was in no danger of climaxing anytime soon.
Suddenly
my heart leaped into my throat as the entire house filled the blaring horn of
the house alarm! Brandi bolted upright
as I spun around. There was Matt and
Jeff, as surprised or perhaps even more surprised than I was.
"Turn
off the fucking alarm!" I
shouted. Neither responded, so I shouted
again, "Turn it off, goddamn it!"
Matt ran to the control panel, but couldn't do any good. "Goddamn it, Matt! Turn it off!"
"It's
not working, Dad! It's broken or
something!"
Then
I remembered that I had changed the code.
I had also forgotten to tell the boys about it. I strode past Jeff, a man on a mission,
glaring and avoiding eye contact. I
punched in the proper code and the obnoxious horn stopped blaring.
Purposefully,
I walked back into the den. Matt and
Jeff were staring at Brandi who was wide‑eyed and still nude on the table
with her legs spread open showing off her blossoming pussy. She was looking about for something to cover
herself. No need, our clothes weren't
anywhere near the kitchen.
My
plans for a cover up were dashed, so I went into improvisation mode, putting on
my best alpha‑male game face.
Standing behind them, I took a wide stance, putting my hands to my
hips. I roared, "Just what in the
hell do you two think you're doing!
Goddamn it! This is my house and
I demand some respect! What's the
meaning of crashing in on me without calling!
You're not supposed to be home until tomorrow! Tomorrow! Instead you
crash in on me with MY girlfriend!"
I
looked past them and yelled at Brandi, "Get your ass in the bedroom! I'm not finished with you yet!"
The
startled boys turned to see Brandi scampering away.
"It's
good to see you two boys," I continued in a more gentile tone. "But I wasn't expecting you. Not tonight for Christ's sake! Now, I've got a powerful need to empty my
balls, so if you two don't fucking mind, we'll talk tomorrow." Then I roared, "When you're supposed to
be here!" With that I stormed off
to my bedroom, leaving them with little doubt as to who was the top dog in this
kennel.
Upon
entering my bedroom I saw Brandi scrambling to get dressed.
"What
the fuck are you doing?" I asked not very nicely.
"You're
taking me to the motel. Right?"
"What
for? Get those goddamn clothes
off!"
Fucking
Brandi that night, I made sure that I made plenty of noise, pulling out the bed
from the wall just a little, just enough for the headboard to knock against the
wall while I rutted. Using my cock
ring, we fucked for a long, long time.
Next
morning was a workday for me, so was I up, bright and early. Had a quick screw and then I was off before
anyone else even thought about waking up.
I took care of business, but in the back of my mind nagging me was just
what would I say if Jeff took exception to my actions. Hell, what Brandi and I did was none of his
business, but I knew that there could be long‑term trouble for my choice
of playmates.
There
were still things that needed to get done, but knowing that I couldn't hide
from my son, I shut it down a little after two. I had several speeches worked up for whatever reaction Jeff was
going to have, if he was even going to be home. Pulling past Matt's Jeep Cherokee in the drive, I opened my
garage and pulled in, relieved to see Jeff's car still parked where it had been
all summer, next to Brandi's car. I
could hear the heavy‑metal rock music reverberating through the walls.
Taking
a deep breath and steeling myself to whatever lay ahead, I opened door from the
garage to the den and walked in.
Immediately Jeff jumped to his feet, yanking his cock from Brandi's
mouth. The expression of Jeff's face
wasn't just one of surprise, he showed fear.
His older brother Matt, just froze in position, balls deep in her ass on
my new rug. I hadn't prepared a speech
for this contingency.
We
were all speechless as we dumbly stared at each other, me at the trio and they
at me, everyone waiting for someone else to say something. Suddenly the damned security alarm went off,
the sixty‑seconds grace period having run out to enter the correct
disarming code. Cursing, I shutoff the
obnoxious alarm. That broke the tension, at least for me.
Nonetheless,
Jeff was the first to speak. He had a
speech ready too. Hesitantly he
stammered, "Dad, I, I know that she's your girlfriend now,
but...she's..." Then he blurted,
"She's still my girlfriend too!"
I
looked at Jeff, then at Brandi with Matt's dick still up her butt. With a sheepish look, Matt shrugged his
shoulders. I chuckled and said,
"Go ahead, Matt. Fuck her. You too, Jeff. You boys can fuck her all you want. I'm sure she'll enjoy it.
But... when evening comes, she sleeps in my bed, with me." I turned and opened the door to the garage.
"Hey,
Dad!" called Jeff. "Where are
you going?"
"Back
to work. I just came home to clear the
air with you. To make sure that there
were no misunderstandings. I think we
understand each other.
"Now,
you kids have fun. I'll be home around
six."
I
looked at Brandi, she still had a worried look. "Brandi, when you have time darling, pull out some steaks
from the freezer and bake some potatoes."
With
the crisis resolved, I turned to go back to my car and go about my business. I actually had the garage door up and the
car running when I thought back to the first time that I watched Jeff and
Brandi fuck. What the hell was I
doing? I shut off the car and went back
inside to watch and participate.
Matt
was now flat on his back with Brandi on top, facing upward. Jeff in turn was on top of her in a 69, his
knees straddling his brother's head and his hands on the floor, holding up a
majority of his weight. Matt had hooked
her ankles with his and had her cunt spread out for his little brother to feast
on. I walked around to get a view of
her groin. Matt was still firmly
planted in her ass, slowly sliding in and out.
Jeff, his face in her puss, cut his eyes upward and looked at me. He lifted his head slowly, pulling her
engorged inner labia with his lips, obscenely stretching it outward until it
slipped from his lips and snapped back to her pussy. Never taking his eyes from me, gauging my reaction as well as
establishing his own claim, he sucked her stretched labia back into his mouth
and pulled on it again until it slipped from his lips. Meanwhile he was rotating his hips in
response to her sucking on his dick.
Other
than at the rock concert, where I was more observer than participant, I had
never been a party to a group sex scene where more than one guy was doing a
girl. I had seen plenty of it on
videos, but not up close where the smell of sex permeated the air. My dick grew so hard that it hurt. I unbuckled my pants. As I stripped, Jeff sat up with a big grin
on his face, plunging his fingers into her cunt while raking her clit with his
thumb. Almost immediately her legs
began trembling and her stomach began undulating in response to the new
stimuli. Over the heavy rock music, I
could hear her high‑pitched groans, muffled by the cock in her
mouth. Jeff removed his fingers from
her cunt and pivoted his body to face the other direction while keeping his
cock in her mouth.
Her
labia were so distorted and enlarged that her pulsating pussy almost appeared
to be inside out. Best of all, it was
mine to take. I lowered myself and
jabbed my cock against her red‑hot lips.
I had a bit of problem though; my boy's butt was now in my face. Ignoring his butt as much as possible I
hunched my hips forward to drive into her very familiar pussy. With Matt's cock up her rectum, she was
tight, incredibly tight, tighter than Allison was the first time I fucked her
in my shower. She was also laden with
cum and I felt my boys' juice squeeze out around my dick and soak my
balls.
When
Matt partially withdrew, I was able to push in deeper. Her hot velvety tunnel gripped me like never
before, not only because of the spatial problem created by Matt's cock, but
also because of the intense cuntal spasms she was having. I timed my thrusts with my oldest, pushing
in when he was pulling out, pulling out when he was pushing in. I could feel his cock sliding along the
underside of my cock. Clutching Jeff's
buttocks, Brandi began making loud noises again, noises born of her intense
pleasure of taking three cocks at once.
For
ten minutes or so, we screwed like this, three on one. Brandi's orgasms came in rapid
succession. Matt's stamina and control
were very impressive, after all I had no idea how long he had been fucking her
ass before I showed up. Jeff too appeared to have no problem with
endurance. Me, I was so wrapped up in
the depravity of it all that I lost control and with a delicious rush, I came,
shooting my load into her young cunt for the second time that day.
Spent,
I just sort of collapsed. When I
regained my senses I realized the pillow I was resting my head upon was Jeff's
butt cheeks! Knowing that I was
crushing Brandi, I rolled off onto my new rug with a thud. Once I did, the remainder of our group fuck
broke apart.
Brandi
was wasted, but Matt and Jeff were still up and ready. That's when I saw that they both had cock
rings on. No wonder they had stayed
hard for so long! Looking at their
stiff cocks from a fatherly perspective, I realized that neither of them were
boys anymore. They were both fully
developed men. Matt, his cock was a carbon
copy of his old man's prong, thick and ramrod straight. Jeff, wasn't as thick, but had his brother
and me in length. Damn, he had a long
pecker, a long pecker that curved.
Must've taken after his grandpa on his mother's side.
With
some measure of alarm, I also realized that none of us had used a condom. "Aw, fuck!" I muttered under my
breath. There was no telling where
those two cocks had been during the past few weeks. I remembered all the phone calls with all the stories about the
girls they had picked up hitchhiking.
How they'd screw them for a few days before dropping them off and
picking up another girl.
"Damn! You stupid ass!" I cursed to
myself. "I gotta get tested
again!"
I
was going to say something right then, but Jeff had mounted her face down and
was vigorously buggering her. He was
kind of rough with her, pulling her head back with a fistful of hair until she
arched her back while fucking her with a vengeance.
Matt
released his cock ring and removed it.
His dick began deflating. "Better go wash your cock," I
said. "You don't want to stick it
somewhere it doesn't belong and make everybody sick."
"I
know Dad. You told me that a long time
ago."
While
Matt went to get cleaned up and get us a couple of beers, I watched my youngest
ass fuck my girlfriend, who also just happened to be his old girlfriend. I wasn't sure if he was fucking her just
for the fun of fucking her or if he was fucking her to assert his position with
her. Either way, I took it as a challenge to my alpha‑dog status.
By
the time he pulled off of her the poor girl really seemed fucked out for the
moment. Somehow I managed to get it
up again. I almost felt sorry for her
as I rolled her on her back and mounted her in a missionary. Turns out that she wasn't as worn out as
thought she was, because she thrust back vigorously as I fucked her. I could have fucked her for a long time, but
kept it to five minutes or so.
Jeff
still had his cock ring on and was ready to go when I pulled off. He made a move to poke her snatch and I
stopped him. "Don't fuck her
pussy! Your dick's been up her ass,
it's dirty! You'll make her sick! Fuck her ass. I'll fuck her pussy!"
If
he was challenging me, then I had won it then and there. He rolled her over, and easily ran it back
up the wazoo.
Matt
brought back the beer and we watched his little brother. When Jeff pulled off, Matt said,
"Better take that cock ring off lil'bro.
You've had it on long enough.
You don't want your dick to fall off."
Having
been chastised by both his old man and his older brother, Jeff sheepishly
grinned as he released the constricting band around his balls and the base of
his dick. I noticed that Matt had a new
hard‑on, permatized by his cock ring.
"All
right Matt," I said, "Give our girl a fucking to remember."
Matt
pulled her up on her knees and went after her from behind.
"Give
me your cock ring," I ordered Jeff.
He handed me the Velcro strap.
"Go clean up your dick and get yourself a beer." His expression brightened up, as I had always
maintained a hard‑assed position when it came to him drinking and I had
never offered him a beer before.
I
snuggly secured the strap around my flaccid penis and ball sack. Then kneeling in front of Brandi, lifted her
head by the hair and offered her my soft dick while Matt fucked her. Without the slightest hesitation, she sucked
in my limp noodle. A few minutes later,
it wasn't limp anymore.
With
the blood trapped within my engorged prick, I pulled out of her mouth. "C'mon, babe," I said as I helped
her up and in doing so, decoupled her from Matt. After greasing up my pecker I sat on the sofa and guided her to
sit on my dick. She had already been
ass‑fucked so much that her sphincter offered absolutely no resistance to
my cock. Mauling her tits, I pulled her
back to lie on top of me. Matt needed
no instruction. Through the thin membrane of her colon, I felt Matt's cock
slide into her pussy.
"You
like this, don't ya, baby?" I cooed in her ear. Brandi nodded her head.
Matt began pumping while I stayed deep in her ass. "You know, baby, I think I'll keep
you. Damn, that feels good. Yeah, I'll keep you for me and my
boys. Would you like that?" Brandi again nodded while Matt continued to work
her cunt with his piston. "You're
a fun girl, baby. Naughty, but a fun,
fun girl."
I
sat back and hardly moved, enjoying the salacious sensations transmitted
through my dick of her being fucked by my oldest boy. Matt screwed her for a long time, long enough that his brother
began to fidget while he impatiently waited his next turn at her. I asked Matt to yield to his younger
brother. He pulled out immediately and
soon Jeff was inside her. Thereafter
the boys switched off three or four times without me having to tell them what
to do. My boys were remarkably attuned
to each other. Apparently they had had
plenty of practice the past two months.
Brandi
loved it, really loved it. But even a
cock hound like her gets tired after a while.
When the slut finally protested that she'd had enough, I put a halt to
the fucking. Though my affection for
her was primarily amative in nature, I really did have a concern for her
welfare. Use her, yes. Abuse her, no.
I
have no idea why Jeff used a cock ring other than to emulate his brother. He was at that age when he certainly didn't
have any problem getting and keeping an erection, but then again Matt wasn't
that much older. After washing my dick, I returned Jeff's cock ring. Even
though I had my own, several, I took his, being too lazy to get my own. Besides, I wanted to be certain that he knew
who, in this household, was the head cock.
We
spent the afternoon drinking beer and listening to our various adventures of
the past few months. Jeff didn't seem
to have any problem with my relationship with Brandi, which led me to believe
that my concerns about my relationship with Jeff were grounded more in my own
insecurities than his.
Early
in the evening, Brandi said that she was really sore and didn't want to fuck
anymore. I told her that I'd suspend my
prohibition on her using the word, 'no', but only for the rest of the day. Also I made clear that House Rules still
applied and that dick sucking wasn't suspended.
The
boys told me that they bought the cock rings after their encounter with the
dude at the alpine lake who liked to share his clap‑infected
girlfriend. He had used one and
according to Matt, used it with impressive effect. It instantly became a must have item for the boys, which they
subsequently used with notable effect.
I
told them about my adventures to the The Bloody Dragon and the rock
concert. Neither could believe that
Brandi had gotten me to go, but neither were surprised at what I told
them. It was all old hat to them. I also mentioned that Allison sometimes came
over. Jeff remarked what a fine fuck
she was, and proceeded to inform his older brother of her various charms and
peccadilloes.
That
night in bed, I had a few questions for Brandi. Was today the first time that Matt had screwed her? No, Jeff had invited him to screw her on her
eighteenth birthday, right under my nose.
Why was she screwing` Jeff and Matt before I came home? Because I made her do it! How did I make her screw my two sons? She said that she was just following my
House Rules; she was naked, besides under my orders, she couldn't say 'no',
and so she didn't!
I
had to laugh at that one. "You
little slut! You'd have fucked them
first chance you had, no matter what I said!
Am I not right?"
She
smiled that impish smile that I had grown to love. An impish smile that laid waste to her disingenuous defense.
Running
a finger over her lips, I told her, "For the next two weeks, you're
community property, baby. Don't even
think about saying 'no'. No is not an
option... Any objections? I didn't think so."
The
next two days she and the boys fucked themselves silly. I went work and took care of business. She was a bit tired, but there was plenty of
pussy time for me in the evenings.
I
also sent the boys to the public health clinic to get tested. They were clean, thank god, so I knew Brandi
and I were still okay.
Midweek
Matt asked if he could invite some of his fraternity brothers over for a
party. He said that he wanted the guys
to get to know Jeff before rush began.
I agreed provided that no one who was drinking could leave until the
next morning.
"Oh? We can have beer?" he said somewhat
surprised.
"Don't
you always?" I replied.
"Cool! Okay, I'll tell the guys that they have to
crash here for the night."
"I'd
rather have that than to have one of them get hurt or hurt somebody else. You know how I feel about that shit."
"Yeah, Dad. No problem.
"Hey, is it alright if the guys bring a
date?" he added.
I
thought about all those half nude co‑eds hanging around my pool and
readily agreed, under the misguided theory that the females would dampen any
tendency of the guys to over indulge.
"No girls under eighteen," I stipulated. "No guys under eighteen either."
"That's
cool, Dad. Thanks! This will be fun! I haven't seen the guys since the end of May."
The
father of one of Matt's fraternity brothers owned the local beer
distributorship, so Matt had no problem in securing two kegs of beer. Brandi was put to the task of organizing
food for the party. Jeff was sent out
to have a few banner signs made. I was
blissfully ignorant.
Saturday
came and I got my first inkling of what was to be. While messing with my e‑mail I saw a sent message addressed
to god only knows how many addresses.
There wasn't going to be just a few of the local guys coming, apparently
the entire fucking fraternity was invited.
From the RSVPs flowing in it was apparent that guys from all over the
state were coming, as well as some from out of state.
The
"Sent" message read "
Before Rush Mixer ‑ Get Down and Get Nekked! Saturday, August 5 at Matt Thornton's home
at blah, blah, blah. Swimming, dancing,
beer, and food! Bring a girl, but not
your fiancé. Overnight lockdown. No one allowed to leave before 10 AM
Sunday. Attire: Swimsuits only. RSVP. Price of
admittance: one box of rubbers, 12 pack minimum."
A
box of rubbers? Don't bring your
fiancé?
Matt
and Jeff had hung up the banners around the pool. Most prominently displayed was the theme banner, " ‑
GET DOWN AND GET NEKKED! ‑ ".
Another read " ‑
BAD BOYS + BAD GIRLS = FUN! ‑ ". A third read, " ‑ NO MEANS YES ‑ "
and a fourth read, " RULES ‑
NO RULES ‑ JUST PARTY ‑
".
Jeff
was assigned to greet the guests at the front door. Matt hung a sign around his neck stating, "Hi! I'm Jeff.
Matt's Little Brother."
Jeff had a number of large bowls and as each guy and his date came in,
Jeff emptied the required box of rubbers into the bowls. Everyone was instructed to write their name
on the back of their hand with an indelible pen, as this was supposed to be a
"mixer" and as nametags weren't practical.
I
was a little surprised when several groups of girls showed unescorted. They were for the most part girls I had seen
around. Some were Matt's friends and
some were Jeff's, others I'd never laid eyes upon. Naturally the price of admittance was waved, but upon seeing the
bowls of condoms they almost all burst into girlish giggles. None however, took the hint and fled.
Every
girl wore a bikini. None wore a one‑piece. The bikini's ranged from relatively modest
to very risqué. The girls ranged from skinny to full bodied babes. Most showed the effects of a summer spent
out in the sun. It was a veritable eye‑orgy for an old fossil‑fart
like me.
Things
started off tame enough. Guy and gals
swimming, talking, eating and drinking, it was a regular party. Brandi manned the grill and was very busy,
feeding the horde of hungry guys. I
lost track of what Jeff was up to until he came out and sat bowls of condoms
around like they were bowls of peanuts. The air was heavy with the smell of
pot.
Matt
took me off to the side. "You see
that big guy. In the red trunks talking
to the girl in the green bikini?"
"Yeah,
what about him."
"That's
Kyle Johnson."
"The
All American Half Back?"
"Yeah. We call him Animal. Would you believe that he brought his sister
here?"
"That's
his sister?"
"No. There she is. The blonde with the thong bottoms."
"Nice!"
I said appreciably. I had been eyeing
her tanned butt for over an hour now.
"You say that she's his sister?"
"Yeah.
Actually she's his step‑sister. The big lug brings her around and lets
everybody fuck her. He watches her get banged, jacks off and hoses her
down. She's a real slut. A couple of
other guys bring their sisters too and pass them around. That redhead over there; Jack brought
her. She's a great piece of ass. Puts out like a mink."
"They
fuck their sisters?"
"Jack
doesn't, but Animal... I don't know about him. He gets awfully friendly with
her if you know what I mean."
Fifteen
minutes later and the scene began to change as the freak dancing began in
earnest. Soon thereafter, bikini tops
began littering the patio, soon to be joined by baggy swim trunks. Couples began disappearing inside. Bikini bottoms started disappearing
too. The party quickly turned into an
orgy.
I
saw Brandi freak dancing with a guy. He
had her top off and was feeling her up.
I sat back and watched as she shimmed down, taking his trunks down with
her. Taking my eyes from my girlfriend
who was now sucking off a complete stranger, I scanned the sea of gyrating nude
and half nude kids.
I
saw a girl retrieve a condom from the bowl, roll it over the guy's dick and
then shimmy out of her bottoms. Bending
over to push her bottoms over her ankles, the guy pushed in and nearly knocked
her over.
Looking
back to where Brandi was blowing the guy, I noticed that they were gone.
With
a throbbing hard‑on, I went back inside to get my cock ring. There were couples coupling in the den, the
beds in the bedrooms were full of humping bodies. Even my own bed was being used; by three couples, one of which
included Brandi. After shucking my own trunks, I had to wait for my cock to soften
before I secured the strap. I tried to
concentrate on baseball statistics, but with six people fornicating in front of
me, it was much too distracting, so I retreated to my shower. The shower hadn't been discovered yet. After a few minutes I was able to get my
woody under control enough to properly secure the cock ring. Thus equipped, I was ready to seriously get
down with some young cunt.
I
saw the blonde that I had been eyeing dancing and moved in on her, rubbing my
cock over her bare stomach. She seemed
impressed with my stiff prick trailing a line of pre‑cum across her belly
and leaned over to kiss it. Taking her
hand I read her name.
"Heather...
You wanna fuck an old man, Heather?"
She stood up smiling and I put a condom in her hand. "Put it on, slut."
She
squealed, "Oh, my god!" as she rolled the Rough Ryder over my cock
drawing the attention of several people including her brother, Animal.
The
big lug exclaimed, "Gawd damn, Sissy!
Ya gonna fuck that thang?"
I
laid her out right there, in the middle of the crowd. She squealed again as my tentacle‑covered cock slid into
her slippery pussy.
"Fuck
her, Pops! Fuck her," shouted her
brother in glee.
Plowing
in and out of her cock‑hungry cunt, the long studs raked across every
square inch of her well‑used cunt and clit. "Uhhhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhh!" she grunted with each stroke
until she began squealing again.
Suddenly the squeals were choked off as she sucked in her breath and
came hard, shuddering with the orgasmic pleasure that filled her soul. I wasn't anywhere near cumming, so I
continued fucking her and fucking her and fucking her. Heather in turn, came and came and came.
While I fucked her, a huge rope of cum splashed across her face. I looked up to see Animal's huge bulk
looming over us as he finished pounding his pud.
My
knees were getting skinned up fucking her on the flagstone pavement. I pulled out of the girl and stood up,
removing the studded condom, and throwing it on the ground to join with a dozen
or more used rubbers. Animal picked up
the damned thing and studied it. He
slipped his fingers inside and then plunged his fingers into his stepsister's
cunt. Heather began squirming around
and then shuddering. Animal pulled his
hand from her cunt and mounted her. I
heard someone shout, "Animal's fucking Heather! God damn! Fucking
bastard's fucking his sister!" A
small crowd gathered around to observe the incestuous act.
It
was a wild night. Not once did a girl
say 'no'. You merely walked up to them,
ran your hands over their bodies, made eye contact and then fucked them. There was only a handful of times that I
even bothered to see what name was written on the back of their hand.
I
didn't use another Rough Ryder that night, as it really dulled the man's senses
as much as it drove a woman wild. Instead
I preferred to use the super‑sensitive type and relied on my cock ring to
keep it up after I came. At some point
I lost track of the number of girls I screwed and that was well before I was
finished for the night.
I
did manage to wake the next morning in my own bed, wallowing in cold clammy cum
that had spilled from numerous condoms during the night. I wasn't alone. It was rather startling to wake up, reach out expecting a handful
of tit only to get a handful of some guy's dick. I rose and made my way through the sleeping throng of naked
bodies to get a shower. Soon I was
joined by a buxom babe and then another.
The morning certainly got off with a bang!
By
the time 10 AM rolled around, the party had resumed where it left off, with
girls randomly fucking whatever guy who wanted to fuck them, and guys getting
laid by whatever girl who wanted to fuck them.
The party didn't begin to breakup until late Sunday afternoon, but there
were numerous malingers who hung around for another day or two, seemingly
fornicating nonstop.
More
than once, we had to send Jeff off to buy more rubbers. He must have raised a few eyebrows as he
cleaned out the condom displays in more than one drug store.
It
was a relief when the last of the party guests had left and the house was once
again quiet. I was pussy whipped,
that's for sure, as was Matt and Jeff.
Brandi too had had enough dicks to satisfy her for a few days.
Lula
came in and surveyed the mess. She was
both happy to have something to do while at the same time daunted by the task
ahead. Even though the boys had cleaned
up most of the debris, the place was still a mess with spilled beer and soft
drinks, as well as dried cum everywhere.
Lula
shook her head every time she came across a cold, wet condom lying about. "Miss Jenny must be a turnin' in her
grave!" she exclaimed as she discovered yet another used rubber. I reminded her that what went on in my
house was no one's fucking business other than mine. She pledged to keep it to herself. I told her to see to it that she damned well did.
A
few days later, Matt and Jeff went down to Appleton to State U. After the past two weeks, just having Brandi
all to myself was relatively boring, but we soon settled back into a routine of
leisurely (or vigorously) fucking and sucking each other for our mutual
pleasure.
One
thing I was now certain of. Despite my
genuine fondness for the girl, I harbored no illusions as to her loyalty to
me... there was none. She liked the sex
with me. Fact was, she liked sex with
anyone with a hard cock, or without a cock for that matter. She liked that I took the time to make sure
she got off at least once before I hosed her cunt. I can't say I satisfied her, as she seemed insatiable.
I
also concluded that her step‑dad wasn't totally at fault. No doubt at first he took advantage of her,
but later on, I'm certain that she found in him a ready and available
cock. I wondered if she did to Buck
what she often did with me. After a
vigorous and mutually satisfying screw, she would put the cock strap around my
cock and balls, blow me to a semi‑permanent hard‑on and then ride
my dick for an hour or more until I couldn't take it anymore.
Besides
the sex, the main reason she lived with me was that she liked having a roof
over head and liked having all her bills paid. Okay by me. She was using me as much as I was using her,
and as long as we were both happy with that arrangement, it was good.
To be continued...
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