by Art Martin
CHAPTER 8
JOINING THE CLUB
JOINING THE CLUB
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Monday morning, Doc Marin was all business and after examining their mouth, anus and genitals for lesions, directed his nurse to collect the necessary specimens for testing. In contrast to his professional demeanor, his nurse however took great pleasure in jacking off Greg and working over Heather’s clit with a vibrator to get a good sample of her vaginal fluids.
When she was finished, they were on their way, and out into the waiting room filled with women there to see their gynecologist. The nurse called them back before they made it through the door, “Mrs. Lockly,” Marsha was now being very formal and professional, “the doctor wants to see you in two days.”
“Just me?”
“No, he wants to see both of you, if that’s possible. He has a late afternoon slot at 5:30 Wednesday. Is that a problem?”
Heather looked at Greg who shrugged in consent.
“No problem, Wednesday at 5:30. We’ll be here.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Lockly. You have a nice day.”
Their appointment with Harry DuBois wasn’t until late in the afternoon. When they arrived there was a long wait as DuBois was seeing a client. Finally when the client left, his secretary locked the outer doors and then showed them to the inner sanctum of the ‘Law Office’.
“Heather! Greg!” Harry ebulliently greeted. “How nice to see you two! How are your little girls? How’s that boy of yours, Greg? It’s after hours, so could I offer you a drink?”
After a positive response, Harry directed Gayle to fix a round of drinks for everybody. As everyone sipped their drinks and made small talk, Harry checked out Heather. She was the same good-looking cunt she was three years ago when he handled her divorce. From her professed antics with the next-door neighbor, Harry had figured then that she was an easy mark, but he restrained himself, ethically maintaining a separation between business and pleasure.
His eyes were drawn to the cleavage displayed by the plunging neckline of her blouse. She was braless, her nipples clearly outlined in the thin fabric of her silk blouse. Her long shapely legs disappeared under the short skirt she was wearing. Her silk blouse was a light shade of green that set off her honey blonde hair. Her skirt was dark green and nicely complemented her tanned legs. Harry liked what he saw, and took a bet with himself whether or not she was wearing panties; actually it was a standing bet he had with Gayle.
Today’s business was about pleasure and after a short while Harry got down to business. “I understand from Doug Patterson that you two want to join the Gold Club.”
“That’s right,” replied Greg. “I understand that there is some paper work.”
“Yes, there is. First, do you two understand what this is all about? How about you Heather, do you understand what its all about?”
With a sly smile Heather replied, “Swinging.”
“Yes, but do you know the extent? Doug tells me you like to take on three men at a time.”
Heather blushed. “Yeah, that’s fun, in fact, with Greg, Doug and Donk, it was fantastic.”
“The other night was the first time you’d done that?”
“With Greg, yes, but it wasn’t the first time.”
“I see. So you like big dicks sliding in and out of all holes?”
Gayle interjected, “Harry! Don’t be so crass!”
Harry looked toward Gayle and continued, “I mean you really like sex, no holds barred sex. You suck pussy too?”
“Harry!”
Heather was taken aback by Harry’s directness. “Well, in my teens my friend Sue and I would play around with each other, but we both discovered boys and didn’t do that too much.”
Harry pressed for clarification, “Then the answer is ‘yes’?”
“Haven’t done it in a long time, but I don’t have a problem with it.”
“Good,” said Harry. “Because the women in this club all like other women to eat them out. Isn’t that right Gayle?”
Gayle glared at her husband. “Harry, you really have a way with words.”
Harry replied, “I just don’t want there to be any misunderstandings.”
“Still you don’t have to be so crude.” Gayle turned her head towards Heather, “Pardon my husband, he’s always been something of a jerk.”
“Good trait for a lawyer,” added Greg.
Harry grinned at Greg. “Thank you for your ringing endorsement Greg. Matter of fact, being a jerk is what I do best!”
Gayle smiled and add, “That’s very true Harry, but don’t be so hard on yourself. As a stud and lover, you’re quite good.”
“Thank you dear. The point, Heather, is that we are a bisexual club. You have any problem with that?”
“No.”
“How about you Greg? You ever been fucked in the ass?”
Now it was Greg’s turn to be taken back by Harry’s directness.
“Doug tells me you suck his dick sometimes.” Greg blushed red as Heather looked at him in disbelief. “You’ve also sucked off Donk a time or two. My information about cock sucking is correct, isn’t it?”
Greg, embarrassed, fumbled around for words, “Uh, yeah, we played around on occasion.”
“That’s what I understand. You like a little dick every now and then. Do I have that right?”
Greg was very embarrassed but honestly answered, “Yeah, I enjoyed it at the time, but I don’t have any burning desire for other guys.”
“But you do switch hit on occasion?”
“Yes.”
“Does that include anal sex?”
“No! I’m not some queer!”
“You’re obviously not a ‘queer’ if you mean a true blue hardcore homosexual. We don’t have any true homosexuals in this club. Like I said, it’s a bisexual club and homosexual sex is part of it. Occasionally we do have boys’ nights, and anything goes. You got a problem with that Greg?”
“I don’t know.”
“Hey, if this is too rich for your blood, we can just go our separate ways. No hard feelings, but I do ask that you keep what you know about the Gold Club to yourself and never discuss it with anybody.”
Heather leaned over to Greg, “What are you doing Babe? Don’t get cold feet on me now. Remember, this was your idea. You sold me on it and it’s not fair if you take it away from me now.”
“I’m just not sure, Heather. This homo angle doesn’t appeal to me too much.”
“What, blow jobs? It’s a surprise to me, but you’ve done that. Butt fucking? Hurts a little until you get adjusted. Take it from me, it feels good, you might really like it.”
“You mean you want me to do that?”
Heather looked him straight in eye. “Is your butt really any different than mine? After I watch you go down on Doug, I’ll spread your cheeks for him.” Greg knew she was serious. He took a deep breath and nodded his consent. She looked back at Harry, “He’ll do it.”
“Are you sure Greg? This isn’t for everybody.” Harry waited for a direct reply.
Greg stared at the floor. He couldn’t believe he was giving his consent to be sodomized as a condition of joining the club. He just wanted lots of pussy. He thought back to the time when he was crashing on the couch at Doug and Donk’s old apartment, and one night things got a bit raunchy; Doug had put his dickhead to his asshole and was pressing it home when Greg rebelled. He caused such a scene that almost cost him his friendship with Doug. “I don’t think I’m going to like it, but… I’ll do it.”
Harry nodded, understanding Greg’s ambivalence. “I remember my first ass fucking. We were snowed in for days, three very horny guys, and it just happened. The day before, I would have busted some heads if anyone had seriously suggested that I would have done that. But once it was done, well, the second time was easier, and the third time was even easier. The worst thing is imagining what other people might think of you, but when everybody is doing it, that’s not an issue.”
Harry continued, “Okay, you’re both okay on the bisexual aspect of the club. Now there are some do’s and don’ts. We don’t go in for any S&M crap beyond a little friendly tying up and the gangbanging of some blindfolded girl.”
Gayle smiled remembering back to her days at State U and her initiation as a Fuck Place slut. One day she’s Miss Prim and Proper, a sorority girl, president of the Baptist Student Union, a few days later, she’s was a total slut, willing to fuck anybody Harry, John Marin, or Bob Franks wanted her to fuck.
“We don’t go for any sex with animals, except that some of the guys do qualify as animals.” Using both hands, Harry indicated a dick as big around as a beer can, “You ever been fucked by a dick this big?”
Heather shook her head ‘no’. With as many guys she’d fucked through the years, nobody was near that big.
Gayle could see the disbelief in their eyes. “Tank. Tank Baxter.”
“Tank Baxter the football player?” asked Greg.
“Yeah, that’s him,” answered Gayled arching her eyebrows. “Tank’s that big. Takes some getting use to. Then you’re all stretched out for a week. I stay away from him. But you don’t have to worry about him, he is living in Detroit, but he does visit during the off season.”
Harry continued, “A few years ago, after several outbreaks of VD, we decided we had better clean up our act. That’s especially critical now with the god damned incurable bugs that will kill you.”
“You mean AIDS?”
“Yeah, AIDS. Hepatitis C. Fact is we all have the sexual morals of a herd of goats, but that doesn’t mean we have to be stupid. We have a strict policy of frequent monitoring for all sexual transmitted diseases. Every quarter you go see Doc and he’ll check you out. If someone has caught something, we can stop it before it spreads or does any real damage, but with that AIDS shit, we don’t want any part of it. Therefore we have a strict rule, which is we never, ever have sex outside the club without using rubbers. With club members, it strictly bareback fucking, so we have to be careful. Besides providing a ready supply of willing sex partners, the club’s primary purpose is the protection from disease.
“Pregnancy? That’s up to the women. In the past we have had several sluts fertilized randomly. Doc makes it a point to figure out whom the father is. That way whoever is involved can make whatever decisions they need regarding the baby. But I’ll tell you up front, we discourage abortions. Some of our members consider it murder. As to it being a woman’s choice, a good argument can be made that the woman made a choice to take that risk when she spread her legs.
“On the purely selfish side, it’s fun to fuck a pregnant woman. The closer she is to dropping the kid, the better. Those titties fill up with milk and does that taste good! Afterwards she can keep it, give it to the father or give it up for adoption. Either way, the kid has the gift of life and not a death sentence, and everybody can have some good fun with the mommy-to-be.
“Secrecy. Very important. No one needs to know anything about this club, its very existence, who its members are, what we do or with whom we do it with. It is all 100% consensual sex and it’s nobody’s business but ours. We are all professional people and great financial harm could come to us if the club became public knowledge. The confidentially agreement you’re going to sign covers this. Bottom line, keep your mouth shut, or I’ll take everything you have in damages.
“Now we do have some dues, to cover medical screening costs, membership to the Rockford Athletic Club, to pay for the club-only room at the gym, and to cover other miscellaneous costs like stamps and that sort of bull shit. My time today is not included.
Any questions?”
“Your time today?”
“That’s right, Greg. My time. Lawyers always get paid.”
Greg looked at Heather wondering how much this was going to cost. Heather was staring at Harry, nervously playing with the helm of her dress, wondering what kind of lover Harry was. “Okay. Here are the membership agreements, you both must sign. Gayle will witness your signatures. These are legally binding documents, so take your time and read them carefully. Remember, my clock is running.”
Greg glanced over the papers and found nothing onerous other than the penalties outlined in the confidentiality part. He liked that, he wanted and expected privacy too.
“Is everybody in the club bound by this confidentially agreement?”
“Everyone Greg, including myself. It’s for your protection and our protection.”
“I like it. I don’t want this getting around. Heather, do you understand this, what the consequences of blabbing are?’
“Greg, I know how to keep a secret.”
Greg thought a moment about how fooled he was about her. “Yeah, you can keep a secret. It’s just that if we don’t, there will be
hell to pay.”
“Sign it, Greg,” urged Heather.
Once the papers were signed and notarized, Harry said, “Now for my fee.” Harry walked up to Heather and put his hands on her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the silk fabric. He kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue as he deftly unbuttoned her blouse.
As Greg watched Harry undress his wife, he felt Gayle’s hands come from behind and rub his chest and stomach. As Heather’s blouse fell to the floor, revealing her unrestrained 38D tits, Gayle began to unbuttoned Greg’s shirt. Harry’s tongue licked its way down to one tit and then the other, circling but not touching her achingly erect nipples.
Greg’s shirt fell to the floor. He felt Gayle’s bare breasts low on his back as Gayle was nearly a foot shorter than Greg. She nibbled at his shoulders.
Harry’s clothes were quickly disappearing, one article at a time, first the tie, then the shirt, then the undershirt, then the shoes. Gayle unbuckled Greg’s pants and as they fell to the floor, Harry’s pants did too. Harry shucked his boxers and socks while continuing his oral play on Heather’s tits.
Greg’s dick was hard as a rock as Gayle slipped her right hand under the elastic band of his bikini briefs and encircled his erect manhood with her delicate fingers. Her free hand tugged at the briefs. Greg pulled them to his ankles and while he was bent over she ran her left hand up the crack of his ass and gently stroked his anus; all the while feeling up his dick and balls with her right. Greg loved it, she didn’t do it often but he always enjoyed Heather fingering his asshole and to have this strange woman do it to him while he watched Heather and Harry’s foreplay was a terrific turn on.
Now was a moment of truth for Harry as Heather’s skirt fell to the floor. His hand went to her crotch. “Damn!” he uttered.
“What’s the matter baby?”
“I lost the bet. You’re wearing panties.”
“It’s a thong. See.” Heather twirled around exhibiting her firm and delectable ass. The tiny garment matched the color of her dress and the thin string disappeared into the crack of her butt. As she turned, Harry took in the total package. She was evenly tanned. He had no doubts that under the thong there would not be a trace of a tan line.
“Still, I lose. Come here baby, I want you to lie on my desk.” She was puzzled but did as she was told, lying across the large mahogany desk, her butt resting at the edge. He pulled the tiny garment from her hips and down her legs. She was expecting him to fuck her but instead he said, “Gayle! I lose. She’s yours first.”
Greg was disappointed when Gayle stopped feeling him up and walked towards the desk. First of all he was ready to take Gayle right there on the office floor. Secondly he wanted to watch Harry fuck his wife on the desk. It was, however, his first look at Gayle in the nude. She was petite, but exquisitely proportioned. As far as Greg could tell her only flaw were the tan lines from sunning in a bikini.
Gayle took Harry’s place and stood between Heather’s legs. Heather’s eyes went wide at the realization of the change in plans. Or was it a change? Gayle reached out and gently drew her fingers and long nails across Heather’s large breasts and flat stomach. The feeling was electric and as Gayle continued to gently stroke her, Heather’s breathing became deeper and deeper as she became more and more aroused. It was incredibly erotic to her, to be lying there as another woman began to make love to her, her husband and another man just a few feet away, watching. When Gayle’s hand finally brushed her sopping wet pussy for the first time, Gayle found her clit already erect and just poking through the protective hood, and when Gayle’s hot tongue made first contact with her genitalia, Heather cried out in a long moan derived from pure pleasure.
Pre-cum oozed from Greg’s pecker as he watched the two women. Harry’s big hands now encircled his chest from behind. As one hand played with a nipple the other found his throbbing penis. Harry ground his groin into Greg’s buttocks. He thought back to night Doug came on to him like this. It was very erotic to feel another man’s dick rubbing against his butt. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe he’d like it after all. But then Greg realized that like himself, Harry was big, with a thick 8 inch long tool that was 6 inches around. With the thought of that dick running up his ass in a few minutes made Greg’s asshole clinch tight.
Harry could feel his sudden tension. “Relax Greg. Loosen up. Let yourself enjoy it.”
Greg was breathing heavy. The fact that another man was skillfully playing with his dick and rubbing his dick across his buttocks while watching Heather being eaten out had really turned him on. So much pre-cum had leaked out that Harry was able to fist fuck him lubricated by only his own secretions.
Greg was just about to ejaculate when Harry stopped manipulating his dick and began stroking his scrotum, gently tugging at the skin, rolling the skin of his sack between his fingers, stretching the skin, a little at a time. Greg, overcoming his reluctance, reached around and grasped Harry’s dick. Harry guided him to the floor. Greg was ready and he let himself go.
Harry took up a side-by-side 69 position, offering his hard cock to Greg’s lips. Greg felt the warm and wet sensation of his own cock being engulfed into Harry’s mouth. Taking Harry’s large dickhead into his mouth, Greg groaned as the velvety smooth glans filled his mouth. Swirling his tongue across Harry’s bulbous glans, Greg wished he’d done this more in the past. No matter, he had a mouthful now, and now was all that mattered.
Heather cried out a loud, “Oh God! Oh God! I’m cummmmmmmmmming! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!” Her howl of pleasure was abruptly cut off when the orgasm exploded. Her legs lewdly flailed about the air as the orgasmic bliss swept over her. Gayle continued to suck her pussy.
Her cries of passion sent Greg over the top and he erupted into Harry’s mouth. His climax was very intense as he unloaded squirt after squirt after squirt into the voracious mouth encircling his cum spewing cock.
About the time of Greg’s last spasm, Harry began to unload into Greg’s mouth. It took him by surprise and as he pulled off the squirting penis he was sprayed in the face with jism. In spite of having semen up his nose and across his face, he had what seemed to be a mouthful of salty semen. The taste was familiar and was one that he suddenly realized that he genuinely liked. He had always felt guilty and ashamed after sucking Doug or Donk off. Over the past three years he’d sucked out enough of their semen from numerous pussies, but he always felt dirty taking it direct from the source.
Harry stood up and made room for Gayle. Gayle, her face glistening with pussy juice, began kissing Greg and licking Harry’s cum from his face. The scent of his wife’s sex on her face was quite intoxicating, he’d kissed many a woman with pussy juice on her face before, but his not with his wife’s secretions. He knew Heather’s scent, and like a wine connoisseur discriminating between several glasses of wine, he could distinguish the subtleties of her distinct odor and flavor. He loved the taste and aroma of her pussy, even when she was very ripe and heady. He was fond of snacking on her pussy like a peanut addict indulging in his favorite snack, a handful at a time, several times a day. To smell and taste her like this was very arousing.
His hands explored Gayle’s petite body, her tits were naturally much smaller than Heather’s, but ample and he found them very enjoyable. His hand roamed across her firm body and across the rounded moons of her ass. As he absorbed the feel of her sensuous nubile body, he couldn’t quite decide which felt better to his roaming hands, her tits or her butt. No matter, he quickly found the feel of her slippery cunt to be the most pleasurable.
In the background he heard Harry ask, “Anyone need a drink?”
There were no takers. Greg and Gayle were occupied with each other and Heather was still swooning on the desktop from her recent multiple orgasms. Greg knew it would be several minutes before he recovered his hard on and as much as he liked fingering her cunt and clit, Greg broke off kissing Gayle on the lips, face and ears and moved right down to her valley of pleasure. Unlike Heather who trimmed her pubic hairs leaving a small tuff, Gayle was completely shaven, and as his tongue crossed her bald pelvic mound he was reminded of the girls, Cindy and Julie. He lifted her petite butt off the floor and buried his face between her labia, deeply tonguing her vaginal passage while working her clit with his nose. Hearing Heather shriek in pleasure, “Oh, yessss! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Greg was slightly amazed to see Harry between his wife’s legs, slowly humping away.
Returning his attention to the strange snatch before him, Greg slobbered all over Gayle’s pussy. He was a master of oral sex and enjoyed it as much as his ladies did. He concentrated on licking the upper half of her love bud, mostly on one side, but varying his strokes slightly concentrating on stimulating that most sensitive spot on the clit.
Heather still moaned and yelled in the background. Soon Gayle’s legs clamped down on his head, limiting his motion. As she came she let out a guttural, gurgling noise and rocked side to side, his head trapped between his legs. Sweet pussy juice flooded into his eager mouth. After what seemed several minutes she loosened her legs and he was able to sit up. He had a raging hard on that he was now ready to use. Out of nowhere a condom landed on her belly; it was a lubricated French tickler. Suddenly he realized why Heather was still making such a fuss.
He rolled the studded rubber over his dick, marveling at the many tiny fingers protruding from it. He’d never used one of these before. Indeed he had seldom ever used a condom of any sort. As he penetrated her in a modified missionary position, Gayle’s eyes showed delighted surprise. She wasn’t expecting a French tickler, in fact she didn’t want to mess with any condoms, the rules be damned. Still she knew if Greg was any good at all that she was definitely in for a great fucking with that thing. She wasn’t disappointed. Soon she joined Heather in an almost continuous orgasm as the men relentlessly fucked them over the next hour. Both women were vocally loud.
Both men changed positions several times and were fully able to go on indefinitely considering the dulling effect of the French ticklers on the head of their cocks. They only stopped when the janitorial crew walked in on them. The two-man crew stopped dead in their tracks and gawked at the salacious display. Greg froze, with his cock buried deep in Gayle’s wildly pulsating pussy. Harry pulled out of Heather from a doggie-style position on the floor and stood up to confront the intruders.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
The startled janitors just stood there.
Harry recognized the two Hispanics for who they were and decided it was best not to be harsh with them. “What’s the problem, amigos? Haven’t you ever heard of a lawyer fucking a client? Come back in an hour or so when I’m finished business for the evening.” The two men backed out taking one last glance at the foursome.
“Now back to business!”
Heather was curled up on the floor trying to regain some control. Harry moved to roll her over on her back and spread her legs. “No, please no Harry. I’ve had enough for now lover. I just can’t take anymore.”
“Hey, I haven’t got my rocks off yet,” protested Harry.
Greg was experiencing similar problems, Gayle had had enough for now too. When he began to thrust again she begged him, “Stop damn it, stop! I can’t take anymore! You’ve worn me out. You’re fantastic, but it’s been too much. My pussy is sore, Greg, please stop.” Greg didn’t want to hurt her so he pulled out and stood up. Gayle curled up on side, legs tightly held together.
Harry peeled the French tickler off his still erect dick. “So much for pussy fucking! You want a drink Greg?”
Greg was thirsty. “Sure thing Harry.” Harry fixed them all a drink and handed a Bourbon and Seven to Heather. She sat up and gratefully accepted the refreshing drink. Gayle too was thirsty and meekly accepted a wine cooler from Greg. Greg and Harry sipped their Scotch and watched the girls slowly recover. Once the ice began rattling around Harry’s empty glass he opened a drawer and took out two condoms wrapped in a foil packet marked ‘extra sensitive’.
To Greg, the girls seemed used up for the moment and Greg wondered if Harry intended to use his condom on him. Harry began playing with his flaccid member, brining it to erection. He rolled the condom over his hard peter and spread a generous amount of KY jelly over the shaft and tip. He placed a glob of the lubricating jelly on the fingers of his right hand. Harry then helped Heather from the floor and led her to the desk and bent her over.
“Oh Harry, please! My pussy can’t take anymore!”
“Come on slut, spread’em for ole Harry!”
“Harry, please!”
Harry ran a finger up her anus. “I know your pussy’s sore honey, that’s why we’re going to have some backdoor fun.”
“Oh God Harry. Don’t use that tickler on me, please don’t use it.”
“Don’t worry baby, I won’t do that. This time is mainly for me.”
Harry already had three fingers up her butt. It was obvious that her rectum was used to frequent visitors. Harry placed the tip of his dick to her anus and pushed. Her sphincter elastically yielded easily like a balloon that had been previously inflated several times over. He slowly drove in, giving her ample time to adjust to his thick dick.
“Oh yes, oh yes. That feels sooooo good. You’ve got a wonderful dick, baby. Oh, yeah, deeper, deeper, oh God that feels wonderful!”
Gayle had gotten up off the carpeted floor. She walked over to the desk and bent over beside her husband and his fuck du joir. She wanted what her hubby was giving. Greg’s cock came to full attention with the offering being made. He put on the condom and greased up his pole. Gayle was lewdly spreading her butt cheeks. Deliberately she relaxed her sphincter so that her well-used anus was gapping open. Greg dispensed with any anal foreplay and put his ready cock to her rear socket. It was surprising to him how tight she was as he drove in deep to the hilt. She pushed back trying to get more penetration then she began to squeeze his cock with her rectal muscles. As he began to withdraw to complete his first full thrust, she urged him on, “Fuck my ass! Fuck me hard!”
Greg needed no further urging in joining with Harry who was now thrusting hard, pounding Heather’s ass so that her entire body shook with each thrust. The two men rammed butt together, the two girls making plenty of racket until both men got their sweet release.
As Harry pulled his spent meat out of Heather’s quivering butt, he turned and saw the two janitors at the door grinning from ear to ear. They hadn’t left at all, but stuck around for the show and were rewarded for their voyeurism.
“Pardon us Senor, but you were magnifico! I must do that to my Maria tonight!”
“Me too,” said the short stocky one, “I must do that with my Carmen.”
“Better yet,” said Harry only slightly piqued at the two men, “Why don’t you swap wives and watch each other?”
“Aieee!” The two janitors looked at each other and gestured that they understood and liked that idea. They turned to leave.
“Hold on amigos,” called Harry. Harry peeled off his condom and tossed it in the trash. Come on in and finish your work. You shouldn’t be forced to waste your time waiting on us.”
The workers entered the office and slowly began their duties. The girls got off the desk and began getting dressed all the while being ogled by the janitors. As Harry got dressed he kept talking about nothing in particular until he remembered something, “Oh, by the way Greg, you and Heather are Doug’s initiates. He’ll introduce you around. He’s got first dibs on your butt so keep a tight hole and don’t let anyone in first. Do as he says; if he tells you to go fuck some guy in the butt, do it. Understand?”
“Sort of. Is he supposed to be our master or something?”
“Until you are a full members, consider yourself his sex slaves. Got it?”
Harry paused and then continued, “Hey, I had fun today, with a capital F! By the look of fucked out contentment on Gayle’s face, I’d say she’d had a fun time too. Heather, you’re beautiful, darling; you’re a great fuck, great body. You know it’s too bad we didn’t do this before! Never mind, we’ll have to do it again, soon. One other thing Greg, are you free Saturday night?”
Greg thought a moment and said that they were free. “Good, if Doc says you’re clean, we’ll have an initiation party for you at Bob Franks’ new house. You should see this place! Upstairs are two large bedrooms, each with three king size beds bolted together, mirrored ceilings and walls, a regular cathouse for groupies. The bathrooms are something to behold. Six people can shower together with room to spare! Great place for a no-holds-barred sex party!”
“Harry,” said Gayle, “I’m starved. Why don’t we take our new friends out to dinner?”
“Sure! How about it, dinner on me at the Estrada.”
Heather still whipped out from her fucking looked at Greg who shrugged his approval. “I need to get cleaned up. I smell of sex.”
“That’s okay honey,” said Harry with a grin, “I like that smell.”
“Come on Heather,” said Gayle, “lets go to the powder room.”