CHAPTER 2
THE NIGHTMARE

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A year went by and Greg was really beginning to do well. He was hustling leads and listings. He was a top performer. As his father had advised him to do, he had branched out into commercial real estate where the real money was. He was also near to earning his own broker license, even though he wasn't planning to use it any time soon.

He was having sex with Ginger five or six times a week, quickies at lunch, rendezvous after hours, Saturdays and sometimes Sunday afternoons when he was "showing a property." They were the center of office gossip. He certainly wasn't tiring of her, she was great in bed, but he found her becoming more and more possessive, more and more demanding.

Married or not she wanted him, all of him, the consequences be damned. He decided he'd better cool it for a while. Ginger was enraged by his rebuke. To force the issue and win her man, she called Debbie and told her all about their affair. Debbie was furious but coolly kept the information to herself.

Debbie contacted a lawyer who saw visions of billable hours dancing through his head. He advised her to file for divorce, advising her not to let Greg know about what was about to happen. When the moment came, she should grab every asset she could, especially the cash. Her attorney advised her to load up the credit cards and any other lines of credit and they would hit him like a Mac truck, making it difficult for him to retain a competent lawyer until after he had made major mistakes.

Greg was out showing an apartment complex to a group of prospective buyers, the Conquest Group, a real estate syndicate. Things were looking fairly good. Greg invited them to diner at an exclusive restaurant that was cash only. He went to the ATM and tried to make a withdrawal, but found the account was empty. He tried the other account linked to his card, but again the computer said that except for five dollars, there was no money in the account. Greg knew that the bank had somehow screwed up but it was after hours.

He apologized to his clients and suggested that they go to another restaurant. After diner he presented a Visa card only to be informed that it was over limit. He tried a Gold Master Card and was told that it too was over limit. He gave them his American Express but was informed that the card had been reported stolen.

Greg sat at the table dumbfounded, horrified and thoroughly embarrassed. The maitre d' was called in to deal with the deadbeat. He bluntly demanded payment or he would call the police. Greg was saved further embarrassment when one of the buyers offered to pick up the tab.

He was greeted when he got home by an associate of Debbie's lawyer, who served him the divorce papers. He was informed that he could not enter the house and all communications with Debbie were to be through her lawyer.

Greg was stunned. "Can't I get a change of clothes? My toothbrush?"

"No, I'm sorry. Not tonight. Contact our office tomorrow and we will arrange a time when you can pick up your personal effects. Good evening, sir."

Greg went back to his Mercedes and sat there for an hour or so, trying to get a grip on his options. He checked his wallet, twenty-two bucks, not enough for a room tonight, but at least he could pick up a toothbrush. Then he thought of Ginger. He had a lot of stuff over at her place, and even though she was pissed off at him, maybe he could sweet-talk her into letting him sleep there tonight. He drove over to her apartment and knocked on the door. A hulking man answered, dressed only in his underwear. The man looked as surprised as Greg was.

Thinking he somehow had gotten the wrong apartment Greg dumbly asked, "Uh, is Ginger here?"

"I thought you were the pizza man." With hostility in his voice he added, "Yeah, she's here, but we're busy right now."

Greg heard Ginger in the background, "I'm a little short on cash Baby, pay the man for the..." Her voice trailed off as she stared at Greg standing outside the door.

Greg was again embarrassed. He saw that Ginger was dressed in only a robe. He had obviously stepped into it again tonight.

"Oh shit! Excuse me," Greg apologized. "I shouldn't have dropped in like this." He turned and quickly walked back to the car. He drove over to the office, let himself in and curled up on the sofa in the reception area.

The next day was another nightmare. Joann was the first in the office. Greg jumped to his feet.

"What are you doing here, Greg? You look awful."

"I've been through hell, Joann. You wouldn't believe what I went through last night."

"Go home and get cleaned up."

"I can't go home."

"I see... Well, you look like a bum, unshaven, rumpled clothes. Hang over? Go somewhere and get cleaned up."

"I can't, not right now." He told her about what had happened last night leaving out the part about going to Ginger's. He could see that Joann was angry.

"You made a fool of yourself last night. You'll be damned lucky if you don't lose that sale." She thought for a moment. "Look, go to my house, get cleaned up. Use Sam's razor, whatever. You're about his size, so borrow a clean shirt. Here's my key."

Greg drove over to Joann's and let himself in. She had forgotten to tell him about her Scottie. The dog went ballistic after he was in the house, tearing into his leg, ripping his trousers and drawing blood. He fought off the little demon without hurting it and locked himself in the master bedroom. There he tended to his new wounds, showered and shaved. He found a clean shirt. It was a little big on him, but it had to do. He tried a pair of Sam's khaki slacks, but they were much too short to be usable, so he put back on his torn slacks and slipped out the door that lead to the patio from the master bedroom, bypassing the dog.

The bank was open by now, so he stopped by to see if the two accounts not linked to the ATM had any cash left. He found them all depleted. As he was leaving the bank he had a sickening thought, "The safe deposit box!"

He ran back into the bank. As he opened the now empty box, he felt nauseated with the urge to throw up. The box had contained several jumbo CDs from his dad, a few dozen rare coins, as well as his late mother's jewelry.

By the time he got back to the office the place was buzzing. Ginger was crying, cleaning out her desk. She managed a weak, "I'm sorry, Greg. I'm so sorry," between her sobs.

Everyone glared at him, like he had personally done some wrong to him or her. Instead of the usual, "Good morning, Greg" he was treated like a pariah. He went to his desk and wondered what new horror the morning had in for him. Soon Joann appeared.

"Greg, please step into my office."

Greg entered his dad's old office, closed the door and sat down.

"How do I start?" she asked the wall. "Greg, everyone in this office is well aware of your relationship with Ginger. Everyone knows it's more than just a casual friendship. It has been somewhat of a problem for some time, but I've let it slide and that's my mistake.

"Your wife called this morning and she talked to several of the agents. She told them you had been sleeping with Ginger and that she was filing for divorce. She also said that Ginger had been directing to you more than your fair share of the cold calls. I have no way of proving or disproving it, but I have an office full of angry agents who think it is true.

"Due to the turmoil, I've terminated Ginger. I also regret that I have to terminate your relationship with the firm. I regret that deeply Greg, as you have shown great promise, not to mention that this was your dad's brokerage firm.

Joann continued, "Clean out your desk today. I know we have on-going clients and I'll help you close whatever deal you're working on now. Call in and get your messages. And good luck, Debbie's got you by the balls."

Joann paused, shuffling some papers on her desk and added, "Look, I know this seems unfair, but I've got to do what I have to do in the best interest of this firm. You should have no problem getting on with another broker. If you want I'll give you a glowing recommendation."

Greg was numb and uttered an insincere, "Thank you." He sat for another moment before asking, "Is your god damned dog in on this too?"

Joann glared at him. "What do you mean?"

Greg showed his torn and bloody pants leg. "Must have been, because it attacked me without warning too."

Joann's expression changed to concern, concern for her own liabilities. "Oh Greg, I'm terribly sorry. Mac isn't usually aggressive like that. You didn't hurt him did you?"

"No, but right now I wish I had killed the vicious mutt! Damned thing is current on its shots, isn't it?"

She thought for a moment, "Yes. Sam took Mac in three months ago."

Greg got up and left Joann's office muttering to himself, "Fucking bitch!" He looked across the office, all eyes were on him except for Ginger; she was still sobbing at her desk. He knew he needed to offer his apologies to her, about getting her fired, about his intrusion last night. He gathered the few things he needed from his desk, appointment books, professional manuals, textbooks, MLS listings, etc. As he took his first armful of stuff to his car, he stopped at Ginger's desk.

She looked up at him, green eyes red from crying, makeup smeared from tears, "Oh Greg, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like this."

Thinking she was talking about last night he asked, "What do you mean?"

"I told her."

"Told her? Told who?"

"Debbie. I told her."

"Told her! Debbie? What did you tell her?!"

"About us."

Suddenly it was all clear. "You what!!! Goddamn! Goddamn! You stupid fucking bitch! This is all your fault? FUCK!!!!!!" Now in a fury, he wanted to slap the little bitch around, wanted to hurt her. He was about to lose control and he knew it. He stormed out of the office, dropping stuff as he went, snarling, "Stupid, fucking little bitch!"

As he turned and fled he didn't hear her say, "I'm so sorry. I love you Greg, I love you."

Greg drove around Rockford aimlessly for the next several hours. Finally he had presence of mind to call his stockbroker. It was no surprise to him to discover that a court ordered an injunction that had frozen his account. He checked his wallet, still only twenty-two bucks. "Fuck!" He called American Express about his "stolen credit card". After the third degree verifying his identity, they offered to send him a new card in the mail.

"Can't I just use my old card?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry that account number can't be used again."

"I need my card. I need it now!"

"Oh, I see. Let me see. There is an American Express office in Rockford at 711 James St. I'll put in your request for you to pick up your new card there."

"Good, when will it be ready?"

"In about an hour, but I see that office closes at 5 PM." It was already 4:30 PM.

"I'll try to make it over there before five. Thank you very much for your help."

"Thank you for calling American Express."

Greg rushed towards downtown, but it was now rush hour and the traffic crawled. When he finally got there it was 5:10 PM and the office was closed. As he returned to his car, there was a lady cop writing out a parking ticket for him. He removed the ticket from his wiper almost as soon as she placed it there. She smiled at him and wished him a good day. He whispered to himself, "Fuck you!"

He drove back to the familiar surrounds of the north side of town wondering just what in the hell he was going to do. The immediate problem was finding a place to stay tonight with no money and no credit. He decided he could sleep in the car if he had to. He wasn't hungry but he was in desperate need of a drink. Walking into a restaurant/club, he sat at a bar. The barkeep looked familiar. The guy was much bigger than he remembered, not fat, but pure muscle.

"What will it be, sir?"

"Doug? Doug Patterson?"

The blonde muscleman looked back and a smile came across his face, "Greg! I heard you were back in town, but I hadn't seen you around! How have you been ole buddy?"

"Great until yesterday."

"You still married to ...Debbie?"

"She filed for divorce yesterday. Hit me like a load of bricks."

"Never did see what you found so attractive in her."

"Big mistake!" Greg then went on to tell about what had happened in the past few years between Doug fixing drinks.

"Look, do you need a place to stay for a week or two? I'm sure Donk won't mind. You can have the couch."

"Who's Donk?"

"Donk Rider, my roommate. We share the apartment, lift weights together, share girls."

They both laughed at the last comment.

"You need something to eat?"

Greg was famished and nodded.

"Order up something on the house," offered his savior.

Greg ate a burger and drank up his twenty-two bucks in beer plus a few beers on the house. At closing Greg followed Doug to his apartment located in the complex he had shown to the Conquest Group the day before.

Yesterday when he was here, he was on top of the world, a young tiger, the master of his destiny. In a little over twenty-four hours later he was back. Now he was flat on his face in the mud, a eunuch, a pitiful casualty.

Upon entering the apartment, Doug began to introduce Greg to Donk. The two strangers looked at each other, instantly recognizing the other.

Donk spoke up first, "Doug, this is the guy that's been banging Ginger. Dumped her over a month ago. He shows up last night, knocks on the door. We're fucking on the floor. I think it's the pizza man, but it's him. Pissed me off!" He looked to his roomie, "Doug, this asshole got her fired today!"

The hostility of Donk towards Greg was unmistakable. Donk was taller than Greg, and was powerfully built, a body builder who took great pride in his bulging physique. Greg knew he didn't stand a chance against the guy.

"Sorry about last night, but I didn't get her fired."

"That's not what she says."

Doug maneuvered between Greg and Donk. "Hold on Donk. I don't know this Ginger, at least not yet, but I do know this guy, and his story's a little different." Doug then related the story of what really happened with Greg interjecting relevant details.

When they got to the part where Ginger reveals to Greg what she had done, Donk exclaimed, "Jesus! What a stupid little bitch!"

"Christ! I was just trying to cool it with her," bemoaned Greg. "I'm a married man. I've got a kid; he's six years old. God damn, he doesn't deserve this."

Donk reached out to shake Greg's hand, "Hey, you can stay here for a while." Greg took Donk's hand and felt his powerful grip. Donk shook his head in sympathy, "Man, you've been fucked over good."

Over the next few days Greg sorted through his situation. Debbie wouldn't accept any of his calls; she just let the answering machine take all incoming calls. He desperately needed some cash and called the trustee of his father's estate.

"I'm sorry Greg. I know you're desperate for some cash, but the way this is setup and under state law, if I break the trust and release the funds to you now rather than when you're thirty as specified, the money becomes community property. In that case, your wife will get half," explained the trustee. "Figure out some other way to survive until you get back on your feet."

He checked his messages at the office. He had a call from the head of the Conquest Group. Immediately he placed a return call."

"Mr. Bagley, Greg Lockly."

"Hello Greg."

"Mr. Bagley, I'm terribly sorry about the other night. It was very embarrassing and I just ..."

Bagley interrupted him, "I got a call yesterday from your old boss, Joann. She told me all about your circumstances. I understand. I was in a similar situation a few years ago. Women can be vengeful. We figured you were over your head and just blowing smoke. Joann reassured us that you were top notch and on top of things, she even offered to pick up the restaurant tab. Listen, I just want you to know that we are interested, but we need to run our numbers again. I'll get in touch with you in a few days. This thing with your wife, do you have a good lawyer?"

"Not yet. I'm looking around."

"I don't want to get into your business, but consider giving Harry DuBois a call. He's done some work for me in the past and he's a tough bastard."

Greg hung up, relived the Conquest Group hadn't bailed out on him. Picking up the phone book, he looked up Harry DuBois in the yellow pages and placed a call. A pleasant sounding woman answered, "Law Office."

"This is Greg Lockly. John Bagley recommended that I talk to Mr. DuBois."

"Just a minute, please," sang the soft female voice.

After a few minutes, DuBois came on the line, "Harry DuBois here. How can I help you Mr. Lockly?"

Greg described the problem.

"You say Mark Holt is her lawyer? He's good, very crafty, and very ruthless. I know Holt very well. We probably can work the whole thing out very quickly so she doesn't bleed you dry. Look, I'm not a family lawyer per se, but I have had several clients in the past that were in your shoes, adultery cases, and I managed to minimize the damage. If you want me to represent you, come see me tomorrow at 10:30 AM. In order for me to take on your case you will need to pay me a retainer fee. My initial retainer is $2,000."

"You take American Express?"

"That will be fine, Greg. I'll put you down for 10:30 AM tomorrow."

Next morning Greg sat down and had a fact-finding talk with DuBois. He was surprised at how young DuBois was, only a few years older than himself.

"Greg, you say she emptied the bank accounts?"

"Yes."

"She loaded up the credit cards with cash advances?"

"Yes."

"She can't do that. Well, she can, she did, but the judge won't like it.

"You say that she cleaned out the safe deposit box. Do you have any documentation as to what was in there, what the jewelry appraised for? No? Well... that's history."

Greg told DuBois about his discussion with the trustee of his father's estate.

"So that's what she and Holt are after. That's why they put you in such a bind. They tried to deny you the resources you need for legal representation, they can't do that."

"They did it."

"True, but it won't look good for them. Let me be frank... The court will side with a wronged wife 99% of the time. Unless she's a junkie or something, she'll get custody of Jarred and the court will award the house to her. You will be paying child support until he's eighteen. They will let her keep all the cash and 50% of your stocks. You will get all the outstanding debts, however the court will make her repay the cash advances.

"You won't ever see anything in the safe deposit box again; it's your word against hers as to what was in there. Maybe if you plead sentimental value to her you might get some of the jewelry back, but considering what she did to you at work, it's apparent she wants to destroy you, completely.

"The work place thing, the judge won't take that very kindly either; shows that she is spiteful. I'll bet Holt doesn't know that she made those calls; he'll go ballistic. The timing makes it look like he put her up to that."

DuBois rubbed his chin in deep thought. "Hmmmm, a possible ethics violation? We got him, sort of. He can't take away your ability to make a living. The judge won't like that at all, effects the welfare of your son. Any questions?"

"Yeah, what do I do?"

"Don't break that estate trust, just forget about it and it will be all yours after this is over. Give her everything she has right now, but not one penny in the future. We'll avoid court, Holt and I will work out a settlement, he's lost the ploy on the estate trust, so that won't be an issue. Control of the trust your father set up for Jarred, that will be an issue."

"Give her the house? That was my parent's house."

"It's her house now. Get used to it. If you want to fight it, okay... It will drag things out for years; all the while the blood-sucking attorneys, Holt and me, will be racking up billable hours. Ultimately she'll still get the house and you'll get a huge legal bill. You've got understand, a quick settlement is in your best interest. Now it's going to take weeks if not a few months to get some relief on the credit cards, so hang in there. You have any cash?"

"Zero."

"Any commissions coming in?"

"Nothing in the pipeline, but that could change at any time."

"You need to sell a house."

"No shit!"

"Do you agree with my plan?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Sure, it'll just cost you more, much more. Besides, the sooner this is over, the sooner you can get back to the business of living. Life's too short to be miserable for very long."

"Okay Councilor, do what you can."

"Alright Greg, here's our contract. Makes me your lawyer. Another thing, continue calling your house, and ask to speak to Jarred. When I get you in the house to pick up personal effects, get the tape out of the answering machine. It will document that you were civil, and wanted to talk to your son. The fact that she won't let you talk to him looks poorly on her part."

After Greg signed the retainer agreement, DuBois took him out to his reception area.

"Gayle, please process $2,000.00 on Mr. Lockly's American Express. Greg, wish I'd met you under different circumstances. I'll get back with you in a week or two, and get you in the house."

"Thanks," said Greg.

"Leave a number where I can reach you." DuBois turned and disappeared into his office, ready for his next client who was waiting in the reception area.

Next day Greg got a call from DuBois.

"Greg, Harry DuBois. Hate to tell you this, but American Express declined your charge."

"What?"

"I don't know why, but we need to make other financial arrangements."

"I don't have anything I can get my hands on."

"What kind of car do you drive?"

"Two-year old Mercedes sedan."

"Sell it."

"What? That was my dad's car, I can't..."

"Sell it Greg. This is a war you're in. You don't need a luxury car, you need cash for ammunition, not to mention food."

Greg felt sick to the stomach. He loved that car. It alluded to his financial success, important when dealing with men like Bagley. No one had to know he inherited it.

"I'll do what I have to do, Harry," he replied dejectedly.

Greg hung up and called American Express. He was informed that the check for his last payment had bounced. They were very understanding but they cut off his credit until the account was settled.

Luckily he had kept the car title at his office, so he had access to it. It listed only him as the owner. He drove his beloved Mercedes to a Mercedes dealer and cut a deal, accepting a fraction of what he thought the car was worth, but still he had bundle of cash. The cash he needed to survive. He crossed the street to a used car dealer and picked out the best looking wreck on the lot for $200.00.

That Sunday afternoon was a rainy day and Greg felt pretty glum. Doug and Donk decided to have a little party and made a few calls. An hour or so later, there was a knock on the apartment door. Doug answered and in walked two good-looking foxes, dressed to kill in miniskirts, high boots and tank tops. Doug introduced them to Greg.

"Reggie, Tricia, this is Greg. He's going to party with us."

Reggie, a fiery red head smiled and said, "Oooooo, the more the merrier."

Tricia, a brunette raked her hand across Greg's chest and said, "Where have you been hiding all these years?"

Donk came strolling out of a backroom with a cookie can. He placed it on the table, opened it and pulled out a lid of weed and a package of rolling papers. He rolled up a fat number, took a hit and passed it around. Doug started passing out beers to everyone to sooth the harshness of the smoke. The weed was good. After the first hit Greg felt a buzz.

Donk and Doug both started flirting with the girls. As Doug and Donk shed their clothes and stripped the girls, Greg suddenly felt self-conscious about his physique. He always thought he had a good-looking body, but compared to these two body builders, he felt like the proverbial 100-pound weakling. Tricia broke away from Donk for a moment and urged Greg to get naked.

Reggie began licking on Donk's long penis, bringing it to full erection. Greg was even more intimidated when he saw the length of Donk's erect penis, it was at least 12 inches long, and explained his nickname. Doug was more normal, maybe a little shorter than Greg, maybe 7 1/2 inches. Reggie started giving both Doug and Donk a blowjob, alternating between the two men.

While Greg felt up her naked tits, Tricia unbuckled his pants and slid her hand into his boxers. The touch of her hand and fingers on his penis caused his already erect dick to surge with additional blood. As his rock hard cock throbbed in her caressing hand she cooed, " Oooooo, I've got a live one."

Tricia pulled Greg's slacks and boxers to his knees, freeing his cock from its cloth prison. When she saw how thick his penis was, she knew she had a prize. "Oh baby, you're magnificent!" she cried. She laid kisses down the thick shaft to his balls and then back up again. He shed his shirt and struggled to get his ankles free of his slacks, trying his best not to break contact with Tricia's licking and nibbling mouth. Still he lost his balance and fell sideways on the floor to the hoots of Doug and Donk.

Tricia was on Greg like a hungry dog, greedily devouring his glistening thick shaft of hardened man-flesh. Her elastically ovalled lips were stretched over his thick penis as she tried to take in all of his swollen cock. Pulling off momentarily, Tricia swung her ripe body around, presenting her black-furred pussy to his mouth as she went down on him again. Without a moment's hesitation, he savagely rammed his long tongue deep into her juicy cunt and vigorously tongue fucked her.

While Reggie concentrated on Donk's long rod, Doug began licking her from behind, alternately licking her pussy and her anus. Obscene slurping sounds filled the apartment. The marijuana amplified the raging passions.

Tricia was loosing control. Her moaning vibrated Greg's hard dick and he felt his urge to ejaculate building. Muffled screams of delight emanated from her throat as she began to trash about, making it difficult for him to maintain oral contact. The vibrations on his thick dick increased and he let go, flooding her mouth with warm sticky semen that she eagerly gulped down. She stopped trashing about and collapsed on him, still sucking his softening dick, milking every drop of his delicious cum. She released his dick and stood up.

Greg could now see that Reggie was on her hands and knees trying to deep throat Donk. He watched Doug, face buried in her ass, furiously finger fucking her pussy with his right three fingers. She was squirming about in the throes of an orgasm. Doug and Donk switched ends. Donk's long dick disappeared in her pussy. He only got part way in, at least three inches remained before he bottomed out, but that was all she could take. He was careful to measure the depth of her pussy to her cervix, and as he began stroking, he paid careful attention not to drive too deep and hurt her.

Tricia brought back the unfinished joint and blew a shotgun into Greg's mouth. He returned the favor and handed the roach back to Tricia. Greg's mind reeled. She presented her big tits to his mouth for a sucking, her dark nipples erect from sexual excitement. First he suckled her breasts like an overgrown child, then he voraciously sucked and gently pulled on her swollen nipples with his teeth until they were both too sensitive to touch. She had to pull away, covering her tits with her hands, preventing any further oral play upon her sore breasts. Growing hard again, he pulled her to him. She squatted down on his dick and slowly took it all in.

Doug and Donk switched ends again with Reggie. Greg heard Doug growl, "You want it in the ass, baby?" As Doug drove his dick home, she cried out in a passion charged howl, "Aaaaiiiieeeeeeeeeee!!!!!" Soon she was just whimpering as Doug roughly fucked her in the ass.

Greg had always wanted to do that, but Debbie wouldn't let him and he thought he would hurt Ginger had he tried it with her. But with these two sluts...

Greg was on his back as Tricia rode his stiff tool while he fingered her clit. She was like a wild woman riding a bucking stallion, her long brown hair, flying as she tossed her head from side to side, her great mammaries bouncing in wild gyrations.

She cried out, "I'm cumming, I'm cumminnnnnnnnnnnng!!!!! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" She sucked in her breath like the breaking of a vacuum seal as the orgasm seized her, her body trembling and quaking as the blissfulness surged through her. As the throes of her orgasm subsided, she exhaled forcefully with a "whoosh!" Donk pushed her forward until her head was on Greg's chest. While Greg continued to thrust in her clasping and clutching pussy, Donk penetrated her ass with a finger lubricated with KY.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she cursed softly.

He fingered her ass for a while. Then he penetrated her with two fingers. While he fucked her from below, Greg watch in awe as Donk mounted her from the rear, nestling his cock head between her ass checks, pressing on her anus until it yielded.

"Oh, oh, oh!" she whimpered as his cockhead spread her asshole open for his incredibly long cock. She began to sit up but Greg rapped his arms around her back and pulled her back down. She was slightly jerking as Donk penetrated her deeper and deeper.

"Oh god! Oh, god!" she softly cried.

Donk was considerate, taking her a little at a time, giving her time to adjust, before probing deeper and deeper.

"Oh, oh, oh!"

Tricia's pussy was a snug fit with Greg's penis to begin with, but with Donk's cock invading her ass, it became a very tight fit.

"Oh sweet Jesus, yes!"

Greg and Donk had a little trouble at first getting a rhythm going, but they quickly settled on one remaining still but buried deep within and the other thrusting for a few minutes, then they reversed.

"Oh yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me you bastards!" the wanton slut wailed. Soon orgasmic wave after wave ripped uncontrollably through her. She continued to yell and curse, whenever she was able to catch a quick breath.

Shouting an obscene curse, Doug shot his load up Reggie's rectum. As he pulled out, there was a loud knock on the door, not a polite knock, but a heavy banging on the door. Doug got up and flung the door open.

A woman at the door yelled at him, "Will you people stop all that racket! My baby is..." Her voice trailed off as she took in the lewd scene: Doug, six foot, 240 pounds, stark naked, a string of cum hanging from his cock; Reggie, naked, her head on the on the floor and her ass in the air; and the threesome still humping away.

"Want to party baby?"

The woman fled.

Doug roared in laughter and slammed the door. With all the commotion at the front door, the threesome broke up. The guys all went to the kitchen for a beer, leaving the two girls to recuperate on the floor.

Greg had fantasized about a group fuck many, many times, but this was his first real experience. It was also his first chance to sodomize a willing girl. His dick stayed hard with the excitement. "Damn fellows, these girls will do anything!" he said belaboring the obvious.

"No shit!" said Doug as he washed his dick off in the kitchen sink. "They were born for heavy fucking."

Donk admonished him, "Doug, on that first ass penetration, you have to take it easy."

"Ah fuck, she loved it!"

"Still you don't want to hurt them, man. If you do, they won't come back."

"Those two? Since when?"

Greg interrupted. "Hey guys, this is great! I can't wait to fuck that redhead."

"Do her any way you want to," said Doug.

"Ass fucking," Greg mused, "She seems to like it."

"She loves it!"

Donk interjected, "Greg you're as thick as a baseball bat, much thicker than Doug. I'm a little bigger than Doug, but not nearly as thick as you are. Maybe I should do her first, stretch her out a little more." Donk reached out and grasped Greg's hard pecker; his hand hardly fit around it. "She'll enjoy your big dick more if it doesn't hurt her."

Greg froze. No man had ever touched his dick before except for doctors and Jarred's innocent poking. In his dope induced fog he found it very pleasurable. Donk's eyes locked into a penetrating stare and Greg felt that he was reading his mind. Greg's face flushed red, but not with anger. Donk began to gently squeeze Greg's dick while looking at him square in the eye. Greg's heart began to race and his breathing got heavy.

Doug broke the homosexual play, "Hey, save him for the girls. They have to go in a few hours. We'll be here all night."

Donk released his grip and as he withdrew his hand, he dragged the tips of fingers across the sensitive underside of Greg's hot dick. He gently squeezed Greg's cock again saying, "Come on Greg, let's do Reggie."

Greg was weak kneed as he reentered the living room. The two girls were in a 69 eating each other out. Greg had never seen two girls get it on before and it increased his excitement. He felt a hand caressing his ass. A man-sized finger probed his crack and found his anus. Greg was powerless to protest.

Reggie was on top of Tricia. Donk moved over and spread Reggie's legs wide. As Donk greased up his dick with KY, the finger continued to stroke Greg's puckered asshole. Then as Donk positioned his dickhead at Reggie's backdoor, Doug reached around with his left hand, stroking Greg's throbbing dick. A large drop of clear pre-cum pooled at the tip. The right hand pulled away from Greg's butt and found its way to Greg's dickhead. Doug began squeezing pre-cum onto the pad of his right middle finger. The lubricated finger then went back to Greg's asshole and began worming around. As Donk penetrated Reggie's previously cock stretched ass, Doug inserted his finger up Greg's virgin butt to the first knuckle. As Donk sawed in and out, Doug gently thrust Greg's ass in unison penetrating his virgin ass, warming up and relaxing his tight sphincter, while he rubbed Greg's prostate.

The obscene acts he was party to were just too much and Greg shot his wad into Doug's hand that was cupped over Greg's swollen glans. Doug released Greg, and he slumped to the floor to regain his composure. Doug stood towering over him grinning ear to ear, cum dripping from his still cupped hand. It was several minutes before Donk pulled off of Reggie. She rolled to one side gasping for breath.

Doug knelt beside Tricia and smeared the handful of Greg's spunk across her mouth. "A little present from Greg," he said then he lowered his head and passionately began kissing her, licking cum from her face. Doug smeared the remaining cum across his right pectoral. She licked the cum from his chest as he licked the residual cum from his hand.

Doug picked her up off the floor and carried her to the table. He laid her on her back with her ass at the edge, spreading her legs wide. Her vulva was engorged with blood and dark red. Momentarily he stood between her legs, watching her pussy lips flex with unbridled desire as they kissed the glans of his cock. He plunged his dick into her cock hungry cunt.

Donk looked down at Greg and his now flaccid peter. He looked over at Doug and shook his head nearly shouting, "Selfish, greedy bastard!"

Doug ignored him and continued to pummel the brunette's eager pussy. Donk turned to Reggie still sprawled on the floor wishing someone would fuck her again. "Hey, Red! Greg wants to fuck you, but he's a bit shy. Come over here darling and see if you can raise the dead."

She crawled cat-like across the floor to Greg. She tenderly kissed him on the lips, slowly driving her tongue into his mouth. Then she began kissing his face, neck, and chest, stopping to suck his man-nipples, then down and across his abdomen, stopping to tongue his navel, then continued down towards her real goal. Taking his soft cock head into her mouth, she licked and tasted the residual sex juices.

"Hmmmmm, I like that flavor," she purred. Then ever so gently she nibbled all along the overhanging rim of his glans. She was awarded with his dick swelling with blood until it was hard once again. "Hmmmm, You're huge! I like big meaty dicks," she loudly whispered.

Greg replied hoarsely, "I like hot wet pussy."

"Let's go fuck, lover."

She got up and helped him stand, then she walked to the table and got on top next to Tricia, but facing the opposite direction. She spread her legs, welcoming him into her body. Standing between Reggie's legs, Greg stood facing Doug. He put his dick to her slit and slid his broad dickhead up and down, stimulating both of them to secrete lubricating fluids.

"Easy baby, take it slow. Don't rip me apart, just fuck me and fuck me hard!"

His glans disappeared as it parted her shaven pussy lips.

"Oh, yes. You're big! Oh, baby give it to me slow. Oh yeah. Oh yeah!"

He paused buried to the hilt. Her pulsating pussy alternately squeezed and released his hard cock. He began to stroke, long strokes, slowly at first but increasing in tempo. Soon he was slamming her hard, making the table slide across the floor. Doug slammed into Tricia and the table moved back. Greg pushed it back with a heavy trust. Back and forth the table slid. The girls were dizzy with fuck lust unaware that the boys had begun to play a game. After Reggie climaxed, Greg stopped thrusting so hard and just leisurely fucked her. She was his to do with as he pleased and he liked that.

Donk was alone on his back, stroking his dick to attention. He motioned to Greg to come back to the living room. Greg pulled out and pulled Reggie upright. He kissed her for a few moments before leading her back into the living room. Greg thought that Donk wanted to fuck Reggie, but Tricia beat her to it, straddling him, and lowering herself onto Donk's long dick. Doug guided it up her ass.

Reggie got down on all fours without any prompting. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks. Greg had an open invitation to explore her anal canal. He greased up his firm dick and greased up her brown hole. It was a moment he had dreamed about for years.

The rubbery flesh of her anus yielded to his rigid member, his cock head slipping in without great effort, but after the initial penetration she was tight, much tighter than her pussy. Greg drove on in, his dick bathed in the welcoming warmth of her quivering gut. Slowly and with great deliberation Greg thrust in and out, in and out. He took his time, savoring the moment.

As he sodomized the redheaded slut, Doug came over and presented his coclkick to her for a blowjob that she readily performed. Greg found it very erotic to watch her slobber all over Doug's dick while he fucked her in the ass. Like two wayward schoolboys, Doug and Greg grinned at each other. Greg went for a long time before he completed the obscene act by finally spraying her bowels with what jism he could muster.

Exhausted Reggie and Greg slumped to the floor. The next thing he remembered is the vague sound of the door closing with a loud thud, then he dozed off again into deep sleep.

The urgent need to pee woke Greg up around 2 AM, naked on the floor and alone. Loud snoring was coming from each bedroom. Relieved, Greg returned to his couch home and lay down. It was so much more comfortable to sleep naked. Up to now he felt compelled to sleep in his drawers as he didn't want Doug and/or Donk to think he was queer or something. He thought back, the only time in his life that he slept in anything at all was when he was in the service. He hated it but got used to it. Then he thought back to the sexual encounters he had with Doug and Donk earlier.

"Shit! I don't believe this," he muttered as his dick grew hard at the memory of the homoerotic moments. He'd never been attracted to men before. He certainly wasn't attracted to his dad who was a practicing nudist for as long as he could remember.

He had grown up with a casual attitude about nudity. He remembered as a small boy, going with his parents to a park where everyone was naked. They only went there a few times as he recalled, but it made a lasting impression, an impression reinforced by his parents. His parents didn't flaunt it, they where just very casual and matter of fact about nudity. Dad would come home late in the afternoon, skinny dip in the pool and lounge around nude drinking his martinis. He wouldn't get dressed again until the next morning or unless someone was coming to visit. And Dad wasn't alone; Mom too was very open in the privacy of her home.

His mom died of cancer when he was still in high school. He lost a guiding hand and got a bit wild. As he became sexually active, nudity started taking on a whole new meaning. Dad was furious with him when he was caught skinny-dipping in the pool with a girl. He got a stern lecture on the dangers of sex, of watching out for the girl's reputation, of sex and morality, of his responsibility for his actions. Like most teenagers it pretty much went in one ear and out the other. Then he knocked up Debbie. He found out the hard way that the old man really did know what he was talking about.

They had been dating for several months. She wasn't his steady girl as he had other interests, but he was the only guy she dated. He and his friends all thought it was hilarious when she threw up a football game. A few weeks later it wasn't funny at all.

Debbie's father and his dad were sitting at the kitchen table in serious discussion when he walked in from school. Greg knew something was up.

"Hi, Dad! Hi, Mr.Gamble!"

Gamble and his dad didn't answer him. They both just glared at him. Two weeks later he and Debbie were married in a private ceremony at the Gamble home. They lived apart until she began to show, then she dropped out of school, four months before graduation. She left home and moved into the Lockly home.

The transition wasn't easy for her. Even though she was forewarned, she was mortified to find Mr. Locky lounging around the pool naked. His dad had tried to be inoffensive and covered up while in the house. Still he had a hard time adjusting to someone new in his house that didn't share his attitude about the human body. Sometimes at night, he would just stroll naked through the house to the kitchen, have a snack and stroll back to his bedroom. Debbie was convinced that he was a dirty old man and thought that his displays of nudity meant that he wanted to have sex with her. It got so strained in the house that Mr. Locky moved them into a small rental property he owned that had just become vacant.

Greg finished high school and tried to find employment that paid enough to support his family. With the baby coming, medical insurance became a major concern. But nowhere could he find anything other than minimum wages with no benefits. He worked hard on a roofing crew. The pay was good, but there was never enough money for the medical bills, food and all the other bare necessities. With two months left in her pregnancy, he followed the advice of his dad. He enlisted in the army.

Debbie moved back in with her parents while he was in training for six months. Jarred was soon born in the hospital at an air force base near Rockford. Greg got a twenty-four hour emergency leave to see his newborn son, then he reported back to the training base. Greg sent Debbie 90% of his meager pay home every payday.

When he completed training, he was assigned a permanent duty station and he, Debbie and Jarred moved into base housing at Foot Hood, Texas. The housing conditions were adequate, but nothing great. The summer heat was appalling.

Army life was no fun at all for the Locky's. Debbie hated the army and Ft. Hood. Worse, she hated Greg for getting her pregnant and bringing her there. She secretly wished that something would happen to him, a training accident, anything that would free her so that she could return to Rockford and return to school. She had always wanted to be a teacher, but she didn't even have a high school diploma.

She fantasized about attending Rockford University and sharing an apartment with her best friend, Bess Johnson. Bess and her could raise little Jarred. In her opinion, Jarred really didn't need a father, at least not an irresponsible jerk like Greg. All men were jerks as far as she could tell. Her father was a jerk, always slapping around her mother and sometimes her. Greg was a jerk. Greg's perverted father was a jerk. Every boy at Rockford High School that she knew was a jerk, and all Greg's army buddies were jerks.

She was appalled that on Greg's days off, he liked to sit around the house naked, drinking beer, and playing with his son.

"For Christ's sake, put some clothes on Greg!"

"Why? It's hot! No one's here!"

"You're just as twisted as your father is."

"He's not twisted, not in the least. Just what is your problem?"

"It's not right. It's not decent at all! You're being disgusting. God will punish you!"

"Disgusting? I'm comfortable. I was born this way. Is that so bad?"

No matter how much she bitched about it, Greg wouldn't back down on principle.

When his enlistment was up, they moved back to Rockford. Mr. Lockly again made a modest house available to them. Greg started attending the local community college and working with his dad at his real estate office. Greg was a quick study and worked hard to learn as much as he could from his dad as well as his college instructors.

Returning home, Rockford wasn't what Debbie expected it to be. Things had changed. Her bosom buddy Bess, had moved to North Carolina to live with an aging aunt.

Debbie threw a fit every time Greg took Jarred to visit his dad. There the three would play in the pool together, naked as the day they were born. Those times were the best Greg could remember. Father and son, grandfather and grandson, uninhibited, enjoying the simple pleasures of life. She thought that they were being immoral and sometimes Debbie would come over just to make sure Gramps wasn't molesting her little boy.

Thoughts trailed off as Greg dozed off back to sleep. The whirling sound of a blender woke him up again. Donk was in the kitchen mixing up a "power drink" for breakfast. Greg got up smelling the aroma of fresh brewed coffee.

"Morning Greg."

"Morning Donk."

"Want some breakfast? Here." Donk handed him a large glass of his mixture of fruit, vegetables, raw eggs, protein powder, honey, soy powder, and who knows what else. Donk started mixing up another "power drink". Greg found the thick drink odd, but pleasant tasting.

"Did you have fun yesterday, Greg?"

"Oh god yes! I've always dreamed about a party like that."

"All of it?"

"Well, most of it anyway."

"You don't have a problem with any of it, do you?"

Greg knew what he meant. "I thought about it last night and no, I really don't have a problem with any of it. It was a lot of fun. A little too much smoke, but lots of fun."

Donk looked at him searchingly. They were all a bit wild yesterday and there was always the danger of morning-after regrets. "You're sure?"

"Hey, I was surprised. Very surprised." Greg decided to be blunt, "I had no idea you and Doug were homosexuals."

"We're not homosexuals. We both prefer girls by a large margin, but we also enjoy a little boy-time too every so often. I'm glad you don't have a problem with it. It's all just fun and games, recreational sex at its best."

"Will Tricia and Reggie be back soon?"

Donk shrugged, "Tricia, maybe. Reggie will for sure. She and Doug have an emotional attraction that transcends sex. They're probably snuggling in bed right now. If you want, you can go in there and maybe get a little. Doug won't mind. He gets really turned on watching other guys fuck his girl friend. Hey, we'll get some other girls over here soon."

Donk excused himself and dressed for an appointment he had later that morning. Greg had an appointment too, with Carson Realty, the largest real estate broker in town.