by Art Martin
CHAPTER 9
READY TO PARTY DOWN
READY TO PARTY DOWN
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Wednesday morning after sharing his bed and wife with his good buddy, Doug, Greg got up, fed the girls and got them going off to school. As Greg headed for the shower, Doug was having a good-morning fuck and was leisurely humping Heather. Greg was in the shower for less than a minute when Doug joined him. It wasn’t the first time he’d showered with his friend, but it was the first time that Doug had asked him to bathe him. As Greg ran his soapy hands across Doug’s overly muscular body he realized just how much bigger Doug was today than he was three years ago.
“Doug, have you’ve been taking steroids?”
“Absolutely not!”
“How’d you get so damned big?”
“You just noticed?”
“No, but over the past three years you have really bulked up. And your dick, I could swear I was bigger than you when I got kicked out by Debbie.”
“Yeah, nice ain’t it?”
“How’d you do it?”
“Followed Donk’s weight training program.”
Holding Doug’s enormous penis in his hand as he washed it Greg said, “I figured that, but how’d you make your pecker bigger?”
“Donk.”
“Donk?”
“Yeah, he showed me what to do to make it bigger. That’s why he’s has that donkey dick, he stretched it to that length, he went a bit too far, but it works. I’ve gained about an inch and a half in length and almost an inch in girth. I’m going to try and get another inch longer.”
“How big are you now?”
“At little over nine inches and almost six inches around.”
“You need another inch?”
“No, but I want another inch. You want a bigger dick?”
“I never thought I needed anything extra.”
“Guess not, you’re pretty big to begin with, but some guys have really made some big improvements in their equipment doing what Donk has taught them.”
“Like what?”
“Stretching exercises. Squeezing to increase the volume of the erectile tissue. But you’ve got to be careful, or you can rupture yourself and then you will really have a problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
“I guess you might not ever get it up again, it’s kind of like a tire blowout. You just have to be careful and do it right.”
“Now I know I’m big enough.”
“Once Heather gets her cunt stretched by someone like Tank Baxter, you may wish you were bigger so you don’t rattle around so much.”
“Is he really that big.”
“Big around as a beer can! Must be almost three inches across! Hell, we’re both barely two inches. Gotta long dong too! At least 10 inches. He’s very big! So big he has problems finding girls that can take him easily. I’ve seen sluts faint when they realized he was going to fuck them. Heather probably won’t have problem, but she’ll be loose for a week afterward. But don’t worry about that, she’ll spring back into shape in a few days like Reggie does. He may be big, but he’s not as big as a baby sliding out the tube.”
Greg turned off the shower. “Doug, when are you going to…you know…”
“Fuck your ass?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Your ass is mine buddy, remember that, and I’ll take you when I’m ready. Right now I’m having too much fun fucking that slut wife of yours. Besides, I don’t want to do it before the party Saturday. The club has its rules and traditions. As long as I keep you a virgin, you’re okay, but once I pop you, sloppy seconds are for anybody who wants it. Hell, the party should be great raunchy fun and I don’t want you all pissed off. Frankly, I don’t think you’d like getting gang banged. I don’t. So after the party I’ll do you and break you in nice and slow. Trust me, I know these people and they can get carried away like sharks in a feeding frenzy.”
“But do I have to do whatever a member wants me to do?”
“While you’re an initiate, yes. When you’re fully a member, you can say ‘no thank you’.”
“But if someone wants to sodomize me…”
“I’ve got first rights to your butt. No one will corn-hole you until I do… Shit! It’s late! I gotta go!” As Doug was about to step out of the shower, Heather stepped in. He pinned her against the wall and ran his hand up her crotch, lewdly stroking her pussy, then he kissed her. Breaking his kiss he said, “See you again tonight sweetie,” and he was off to work.
“Doesn’t he ever stay home with Reggie?” she asked. “He’s been over here every night since we had dinner with them last week.”
“He likes you and he’s trying to make up for lost time. Besides I wouldn’t worry about Reggie, she’s shacked up with Donk.”
“Doesn’t seem like a very good marriage. We won’t become like that, will we Greg?”
“They got married because they are so much alike, so I wouldn’t worry about them. They’ve always been like that.”
Heather turned on the shower. “Greg, thank you.”
“For what.”
“For allowing me to be truly as I am.”
“A nymphomaniac?”
“Yes, a nymphomaniac. I love it. After all those years of being looked down upon for being a slut, and now…liberation! God, I love you babe! I sure hope we pass the medical.”
“You have some doubts?”
“Well, you never know. What about the yard crew?”
“Yeah, maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.”
“Hey, I enjoyed it. I just hope there’s no problem.”
Greg took a second shower with Heather, soaping her down, going down on her to clean her creamed slit with his tongue. She tasted different; Doug’s cum had it’s own flavor distinct from his and she tasted strongly of Doug. She pulled his head up.
“Come on Greg, we’ve got make a living or we’ll be living in a small apartment like Doug and Reggie.”
“Oh did he tell you? He’s starting a new job. Exercise equipment rep. I think he said he was heading to Houston next week to bid on equipping a new fitness center. That ought to give you some rest.”
“Much money in that?”
“Do you know how much those weight machines cost? Yeah, there’s money in it.”
They worked diligently that day as usual. Greg concentrated on syndicating the purchase of an office building and Heather oversaw the management of the buildings they already owned. There was always an endless list of things to do, still when five o’clock rolled around, they shut down shop and headed over to see Dr. Marin. They arrived just before 5:30, checked in and sat down to wait. The waiting room gradually cleared out until they were the only ones left. Finally, the nurse called for them. She led them back to a room that was the doctor’s office. They sat on the sofa and waited. Soon the doctor and his nurse came in a closed the door.
“Heather, Greg, nice to see you again. You both know my wife, Marsha.”
Greg did indeed remember her jacking him off Monday morning. “How could we forget her special medical procedures?”
“I enjoy my work,” quipped Marsha with an impish grin. Like Gayle DuBois, Marsha Marin was petite and barely stood at five foot even with short dark brown hair and dreamy eyes to match. She was a cute little thing. She busied herself by moving two straight back chairs side-by-side but facing the opposite directions.
Dr. Marin solemnly continued, “You both have a clean bill of heath, no STDs, but before I pass on word that you’re clean, there are a few more tests I must do. Greg, I need you to remove your clothes. Everything. Just put them in a pile over there. Then have a seat in this chair.”
Doc walked around his desk, clipboard in hand to observe. Greg sat naked in the chair. Marsha standing before him began to disrobe, letting her uniform fall to the floor. First to go was the white uniform leaving her in her bra, panties, white stockings and shoes. She slipped out of the shoes and placed a leg on Greg’s chair between his legs and slowly removed a stocking. With her bare foot she dragged her toes down his leg. Greg got a hard on. Then she placed the other foot on the chair and removed her other stocking. She turned her back to him and unfastened her bra, turning to face him before allowing the garment to fall to the floor.
Marsha was posing for Greg in her panties and giving him a show. Doc watched Heather’s reaction and was pleased to see that she was enjoying the encounter without a hint of jealously; in fact she looked turned on. Doc disrobed while fixing his eyes on Heather. She needed no further encouragement. She smiled at Doc, locking her eyes to his she stood up and she too began to strip for sex. When Doc was completely naked he sat in the other chair.
Greg reached forward and pulled Marsha’s panties down and off. She straddled him and sat on his jutting dick, taking him in her pussy all at once. Once impaled, she ground her crotch into his, offering him a tit to suck while she fucked him.
Heather certainly needed no directions. Free of her clothes she straddled Doc’s rigid cock and slowly eased him into her wet, cock-hungry cunt. Her mouth found Doc’s and she tongued him as deeply as she could. Breaking off the kiss, she held his head against her breasts, then she gave him a titty slapping on the face as she rode him harder and harder to her climax.
Greg couldn’t believe what Marsha was doing. With her kegel muscles, Marsha ripple-squeezed his cock, and just barely moving up and down, she was stroking his dick like she was humping him. It was an assault that he couldn’t stand very long and he felt the pressure from his prostate charging up his system.
When Heather started cumming, she yelled and then fell silent as she flailed about with abandon. It was too much for Greg. With his dickhead jammed into Marsha’s cervix, he jerked in the chair and ejaculated directly into her uterus. The throbbing of his dick as he unloaded triggered Marsha’s shuddering climax and she came with a passionate cry, joining Heather in a chorus celebrating the fulfillment of shameless desire.
Heather was now almost punishing the good doctor’s dick. He stopped holding back and let it rip, giving her fuck-tube a good hosing. Once he had finished planting his seed, he grabbed her and forced her to hold still as his once mighty dick deflated. He held her tight as she came down from her high passionate summit and gently laid kisses across her face. She lay her head on his shoulders and gradually regained her composure. In an almost whisper she said to no one in particular, “I think I’m going to like this club.”
John replied, “Heather, I know we’re going to like having a slut like you in the Club.”
“Is that what I am to you? A slut?”
“Yes you are darling, yes you are. We’re all sluts in the Club.”
“Good, I like being a slut. Did I pass the test?”
“Not so fast baby,” cooed John, “It’s crucial that we be very through in our ‘probing’ medical evaluation.”
As Greg and Heather drove home from their “doctor’s appointment”, Heather gushed on about how much fun she was having and how she was looking forward to Saturday’s party.
“You know you are going to get gang banged,” observed Greg.
“I hope so! Other than the Mexicans the other day, it’s really been a long time since I took on a train. I get so worked up and start cumming and cumming, and as long as the guys keep it up, I keep cumming. It’s really intense.”
“What about Doug, Donk, and me the night before?”
“Three guys? That’s hardly a gang.”
“Jez, how many guys did you used to do at once?”
“In high school I was gang banged a lot. How many at once? You know I haven’t the sightest idea.”
“Six?”
“Oh, more than that.”
“Twelve?”
“I don’t know, sometimes there were probably more.”
“Jesus!”
“I guess I was pretty wild. You know, I was so bad, that poor Dad moved out of Franklin because I was such an embarrassment to him. I was just enjoying myself. Of course I did get the clap a couple of times, but Uncle Buc always gave me antibiotics, so it wasn’t a big problem.”
“What about your mom?”
“I think she hated me. Called me a dirty whore, a gutter bitch, scum tramp. She liked to slap me around as her way of showing her disapproval. Daddy never did anything like that. As hurt as he was, he always loved me. He was really happy to see Jack marry me. You know I really would like to go see him.”
“Why don’t you?”
“After his stroke he’s been almost a vegetable. I really don’t know if he would know who I am. As for Mom, well let’s just say we don’t get along. I really don’t need her crap about being an unfit mother, hell, she’s the one that was unfit.”
As they turned into the driveway they saw Doug’s car.
“Looks like your friend came back to get a little.”
“Heather, that’s up to you. From now on you can screw whoever you want to, but you know I do like being just with you sometimes.”
“Oh, don’t be jealous Greg.”
“I’m not, it’s just…oh, fuck! I am jealous. I just want to be with you tonight.”
“Well, after a while, send him home.”
“I just might do that.”
“Maybe Reggie’s with him? Would that make a difference?”
Greg perked up. “Yeah, it might.”
They walked into the house and through the windows overlooking the patio and in pool they saw three men. It was Doug and two other muscular guys splashing around in the shallow water playing with Cindy and Julie. The men were tossing the girls into the air, from one to the next, launching them like shot put, naked butts seated on their strong hands.
“Greg! Now, that’s just not right! They shouldn’t be playing with my girls.”
“They’re just tossing them around. Girls look happy.”
“They’re naked for God’s sake! They shouldn’t be doing that. It’s just not right!”
“Didn’t you tell them to wear something when people were over.”
“Yes! I knew something like this would happen!”
“Nothing’s happened.”
“How do you know? We weren’t here!”
“We’re here now.”
“You want them to rape them? They’re too young for any of this.”
“Swimming nude? Are you kidding?”
“I don’t know these guys, do you?”
Greg recognized them from the gym. “The blonde guy, that’s Gustav whatever. The bald guy, I’ve met but I don’t remember his name.”
Heather walked out onto the patio. She glared at Doug. “Cindy, Julie, get out of the pool. Right now! You’re not supposed to swim naked with company when we’re not home. Come on, get out and get dressed. Doug, I want to see you.”
Doug saw the look of anger on her face and said to himself, “What have I done?” As he got out of the water Heather couldn’t help but admire the beauty of his massively muscular body.
Doug smiled broadly to deflect her apparent anger, “Hey, babe, we’ve been waiting for you.”
“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“Swimming while waiting for you to get home.”
“With my girls and your two buddies, all nude? What makes you think you…”
“Hey, Heather, it’s all right. We didn’t touch the girls. I thought it was alright, after all I’ve swam nude with them many times.”
“But I’m always here to look after them.”
“Little girls are not my thing. In a couple of years maybe, but I like pussy with tits. We were just having some clean fun, absolutely nothing sexual.” He lied, during the horseplay Cindy had touched his dick more than once and he was sure it was not an accident.
“Don’t do that again Doug. When we’re home, it’s okay. When we’re not, do not presume. Do I make myself clear?”
“Okay, sorry. I really didn’t think you’d mind.”
“Where’s Zula Mae?”
“Once I got here, she left. Said she had a few things to take care of. Say, has Greg ever titty fucked her?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Could be fun. Anyway, Gus, Brad and I went for a swim. The girls came outside, peeled out of their clothes and jumped in with us. Sorry, but it was really no surprise to me. Gus and Brad were surprised until I told them that you were all nudists.”
“Nothing happened?”
“Nothing. I swear, absolutely nothing happened. Almost forgot, Zula Mae told me to tell you that the girls already ate and that there’s chicken and dumplings in the oven.” Doug saw that the anger was gone and he ventured, “You want to screw?”
She thought a minute and shook her head, “No, not tonight. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I promised to take the girls shopping this evening.”
“How about a quick toss with my buddies?” Gus and Brad were out of the pool and were now standing with Doug. Heather saw that they both wore the gold ankle bracelets of the Gold Club. Both men were well hung. Brad, the bald one, was completely shaven from head to toe, his brown eyes roved across Heather as he mentally undressed her. Like Doug, he was a body builder, fairly short, but powerfully built. Gus, the blond, was tall, muscular but lean. He was uncut and unshaven except for his face. His penetrating blue eyes set off the chiseled features of his face.
Heather checked out the two men. Her pussy began to tingle in anticipation. She wanted both of them in her. Her unrelenting passion began to rise and she was tempted to reach out to feel and stroke their manhood. She pulled back, regaining her control. Meekly she said, “Love to entertain you boys tonight, but I promised the girls I’d take them shopping.”
“Shopping!” exclaimed Doug. “Are you shitting me?”
“No, I’m not. I’m sorry Doug. You could have called you know. I promised the girls and I always keep my promises to them. How about tomorrow?”
Doug shook his head in disbelief, “Aw fuck! No can do tomorrow babe, I’ve got to fly down to Houston tomorrow to equip a new gym that’s being built.” Turning to his friends, “Sorry guys, the slut won’t put out tonight. Have to wait until Saturday.”
“You can’t say no, baby! Not to a member,” growled Brad.
“That’s right slut. Don’t worry, we won’t be very long,” added Gus. Gus grabbed her and Brad started to strip her. In less than a minute they had her nearly nude and were carrying her to a chase lounge by the pool.
Greg watched the encounter through the windows along with Cindy and Julie. Greg noted that she really didn’t seem to struggle too much and that she was laughing and smiling as the two men ripped her bra and panties off. Doug turned away and entered the house, leaving Heather to his two buddies.
“Greg,” began Doug, “sorry about my two friends. They really shouldn’t be taking her by force.”
“Don’t worry old buddy. She’s loving it! It’s been a fantasy of hers to be raped.”
“Daddy, what’s rape?” asked Cindy.
“It’s being forced into having sex,” answered Greg.
“Are both those men going to have sex with Mommy?” asked Julie.
“I suppose they will.”
Cindy smiled knowingly at Doug and made a show of looking at his big dick. “Mr. Doug, are you going to have sex with Mommy?”
“Not tonight darling, I popped a slut at the gym before coming over tonight. Don’t worry girls, Gus and Brad said they won’t be too long. Then you can go shopping.”
Cindy frowned as she puzzled over what Doug had said. “What do you mean, ‘popped a slut’?”
Greg answered, “He means he had sex earlier today.”
It was one hell of a question to come from someone not quite eleven-years old, still both men were really not surprised by Cindy’s next question. “Daddy, when can we have sex?”
Greg groped around for an answer. She had asked this before on several occasions and it was important to give her the same answer. “You’re not ready for anything like that yet, Cindy. In a few years, when your body matures and you’re emotionally mature enough.”
“When will that be?”
“Let’s see, you’ll be eleven in April. I’d say in another two, three years or so. Then you’ll find someone special, someone who makes you feel all funny inside, someone whom you want to give yourself to.”
“Like you Daddy?”
Greg stammered about, “Uh, no. Not anyone my age, but someone closer to your age honey.”
“But who?”
“I don’t know. No need to rush into these things. You remember that. You don’t want to start too young and ruin your attitude towards men.”
Doug lewdly scratched his balls. “I think you have your hands full, Greg.” Pointing to the furious fucking and sucking going on alongside the pool Doug added, “Living here with you two, it’s no wonder they’re starting to grab dicks. I can’t promise you that I’ll pull away from her next time, Greg. I wager that they’re not going to make it to thirteen as virgins.”
Julie interjected, “I’m a virgin. I haven’t had sexual intercourse, but Cindy sometimes…”
Cindy glared at her younger sister, “Shut up Julie!”
Greg was in a quandary about what Doug just said and the meaning behind Julie’s partial revelation. Lamely he lectured, “Girls, don’t mess with men. They have a very low threshold of restraint when it comes to sexual matters. Doug, don’t mess with my girls.”
“I didn’t do a thing,” protested Doug. “I pulled away every time she grabbed my dick. Three times.”
“Is that true Cindy?”
“I was just playing,” explained the girl. “It was an accident. You let me touch you sometimes.”
Doug looked at Greg incredulously. Greg blushed red. “That was just to satisfy your curiosity when you were little.”
“Well, I’m curious again,” coyly replied the petulant girl.
Greg looked straight in her eyes, “Listen carefully, Cindy. I’m telling you to stop before you get started. You understand me? We’re nudist in this family. Nudity is about freedom from unnecessary clothing. First rule of a nudist is, no touching, you can look but you can’t touch.”
“Is Mommy a nudist?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s touching those men right now.”
“That’s sex.”
“They’re all nude too!”
Greg knew he was making a mess of things, mudding the water rather than clarifying it with the fine distinctions. The fact was that nudity and sex had gone hand in hand since he and Heather became a couple. He wanted it that way. He wanted to instill in his children a healthy attitude towards sex. He never tried to conceal sex from the girls, not even when now when two strange men had essentially forced their mother into having sex with them. All too late he now tried to think of a way to put the genie back into the bottle. He knew it was too late.
After discarding their rubbers on the deck, Gus and Brad left Heather spread eagle on the chase lounge and rummaged around until they found their clothing. “Looks like the guys are finished,” observed Doug. “I’d better go find my pants and get going. Oh, by the way, I won’t be over tomorrow or Friday. I’ll call Saturday and let you know what time Reggie and I will pick you two up. Get some rest Greg. You’ll need it. By the way, did you pass your medical?”
After Doug, Brad and Gus had left and before leaving for the mall, Heather and Greg sat at the table eating the chicken and dumplings. Cindy had closely watched her mother ever since she came in from the patio. She noticed how contented her mother was.
“Mommy, did those men rape you?”
“Well sort of…, actually no. Rape can be very ugly and usually the girl is hurt very badly. I wasn’t hurt in any way.”
“Was it fun?” asked Julie.
Heather wasn’t sure how to answer her. She looked over at Greg for support. Greg just shrugged.
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it. That’s the problem girls, I like sex too much.”
Julie giggled and asked, “When can we have sex?”
Greg answered, “We’ve already talked about that tonight. When you’re older. Much older.”
“Aw, Daddy!”
“Your daddy is right, Cindy. You shouldn’t rush into anything important. You need to start out slow and gradually gain experience.”
“What do you mean start out slow?”
Heather thought a minute and casually offered, “Kissing.”
“Kissing?”
“Yes, kissing. Before you ever considered doing anything serious, you need to learn how to kiss and how to be kissed.”
Cindy thought about that for a moment. She had long noticed that her mom and dad kissed her and Julie one way and kissed each other quite differently. “You mean kissing like you and Daddy do?”
“Yes.”
“Kissing and slobbering all over each other?”
“Yeah, and sometimes they kiss each other between the legs,” added Julie with a snicker. “Cindy has kissed me between the…”
“Julie, shut up!” interrupted the older girl.
Heather and Greg looked at each other. It wasn’t hard to decipher the ending of Julie’s sentence. “I mean kissing on the lips and face. Nowhere else,” Heather said emphatically.
The girls were both a bit confused. They really couldn’t understand why their parents told them to act one way when they themselves openly acted quite a different way. It didn’t make much sense to them as to why they couldn’t do the things their parents did. Cindy tired to rectify what was being said with what she wanted to experience. “Mom, who am I supposed to kiss?”
“A boy that you like. Now go get dressed so we can go shopping.”
Friday afternoon was stormy with wave after wave of severe thunderstorms hitting the Rockford area. Greg and Heather stayed busy trying to wrap up this week’s loose ends so that they could enjoy the party tomorrow night. Thankfully the weather was predicted to be much better tomorrow. Try as she might though, Heather found it difficult to concentrate. The prospect of immersing herself in sexual abandonment was a constant distracter. She planned on acting in a thoroughly licentious manner, giving her body freely to all takers and she hoped there would be lots of takers. Her panties were wet all afternoon in anticipation of the fucking she was going to receive tomorrow.
Greg kept his mind on the business at hand. He had learned years ago that if he concentrated during business hours on business, then he could concentrate on leisure during leisure time, without worrying about something he failed to take of earlier. The telephone rang. “Greg Lockly.”
“Greg, Harry DuBois.”
Greg was initially a bit piqued as the call was probably about tomorrow’s pleasure and there was still much business to do today. “Oh, hi Harry,” he replied with clear irritation in his voice.
“Uh, I, I, uh, sorry Greg, I’m not making much sense. Uh, the party tomorrow has been canceled.”
“Oh?”
“You heard about that TransAir crash outside of Houston?”
“Yeah, what about it?”
“Doug Patterson was on that flight.”
“Oh, dear God!”