by Art Martin
CHAPTER 12
JARRED'S HOME!
Author's Notes: THE CLAM DIGGERS is the fourth book of the Gold Club Series. Book Four is the story of Greg Lockley, who after a tumultuous and devastating divorce, falls in love with a nympho-slut. (MF, M+/F M+/F+, MM, FF, Mm, mf, Mf, cons, 1st, reluc, oral, anal, inc, exhib, voy)
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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2003, 2004 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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“Melisa! Melisa!”
The three bouncy teenage girls piled into the car all talking at once.
“Melisa! He’s here! He’s here! Jarred’s home! Oh, please hurry! I’m just dying to see him!”
Melisa Henry calmly waited until the girls were buckled in. Besides her son, Tony, wasn’t here yet.
“Happy birthday Cindy.”
“Thanks Melisa. I’m soooo excited!”
Melisa smiled indulgently at the enthusiasm Cindy was displaying. She knew the young girl’s excitement it wasn’t about her birthday, it was about her stepbrother coming home. “Where’s Tony, Jenny?”
“I don’t know Mom,” replied the pretty black haired girl, “we didn’t see him.”
“Can’t leave without him.”
“Oh, God! I can’t wait,” moaned Cindy.
“Be patient dear, he’ll be along soon.”
Jenny was almost year older than Cindy even though they were both in the eighth grade. Tony, Jenny’s brother was about Julie’s age, nearly twelve. All three girls thought Tony was a geek. He was small of stature with black curly hair and wore black horned rimmed glasses. His primary interest was creepy things like snakes, bugs, and other disgusting creatures. While they waited, Cindy rambled on about how much she had missed seeing Jarred these past two years and how much fun they were going to have together.
Melissa listened bemused. She had heard all about Jarred, from Cindy, from Julie, from Heather, and even from his father. She had seen photographs of him; he was a nice looking boy. She had also heard about the oral sex, from both Julie and her mother. She thought that the Lockly girls were too young to be doing that sort of thing and had warned her older son, Luke that they were off limits. She had also repeatedly warned Luke to stay away from his sister.
The Henrys and the Locklys had known each other for years. Melissa and her husband, Dick (a very appropriate name) belonged to the same clubs as the Locklys, the Rockford Country Club, the Rockford Athletic Club. They were all surprised and pleased to meet at a Gold Club sex party. However, unlike the Locklys, the Henrys went to great pains to shield their children from their extramarital lifestyle. They always kept their swinging away from their home.
She really didn’t approve of the open nudity at the Locklys, and as for that sex farm they went to, that was too much. As far as she as was concerned, the two Lockly girls were much too experienced sexually for girls their age. Still the three girls were already friends at school and an arrangement was made whereby Cindy and Julie would spend the night at the Henry’s whenever there was a sex party at the Locklys.
The Henrys were very liberal parents and were always forthright with their children. Still Melissa was shocked when Cindy asked, “Melissa, what does it feel like to have a man inside you?”
Melissa stammered taken off guard. “I think you will find that out when you are a little older.”
“I think I’m going to find out tonight!” The girls burst into giggles as the door opened and Tony found an isolated seat in the Suburban.
As Melissa drove towards the Lockly home, she was glad she had followed John Marin’s advice and had given Jenny a Norplant implant when she first started menstruating. Her daughter claimed to still be a virgin, but with Cindy enthusiastically racing home to get laid for the first time, she knew it wouldn’t be long before Jenny spread her legs for some horny guy. Once that happened, Melisa knew that her daughter, like herself, would probably be an enthusiastic recepticle for whatever dick she could get.
Cindy and Julie raced inside the big house. Jarred’s bags were still in the foyer.
“Jarred! Jarred!” called Cindy. “Mom! Jarred!”
The two girls looked about and searched the house, but there was no sign of their mom or of Jarred. Cindy was disappointed. This was not what she had envisioned. She had hoped that she would find him lying around nude waiting for her to suck him off. She thought about fellating him all day, but what she had mostly daydreamed about was his hard dick sliding up her virgin pussy and then fucking her nonstop until he had to go back to North Carolina. But here she was, sitting with Julie after school in the empty house. “Where is he?” she moaned.
Heather with Jarred in tow entered the gynecologist’s office. Jarred was met by the stares of the women and girls sitting in the waiting room. Heather went to the up to the counter and loudly whispered, “Marsha!” Marsha turned her head and saw Heather.
Marsha thumbed her appointment book. “Hi! You don’t have an appointment today do you?”
“No. This is an emergency. Marsha, this Jarred, Greg’s son.”
“Hi, Jarred.”
“Hello.”
“Marsha, John needs to look at him. Someone ripped his asshole, literally. John needs to see him.”
“Oh, okay. Come on in the back and I’ll squeeze you in.”
Marsha led them back to John’s private ‘cat-house room’.
“You better get undressed honey, the doctor will be in soon.”
Marsha disappeared for a few minutes before returning.
“Now tell me happened.”
Jarred stood in the room naked. He remained silent, too embarrassed to say anything. Heather spoke for him. “He was sodomized. Looks to me like he has tears.”
“I see. Jarred honey, bend over for me.” Marsha spread his cheeks and saw the damage. “I bet that hurts. When did this happen?”
“Three days ago,” Jarred meekly replied.
“Did this happen here?”
“No Ma’am. In North Carolina.”
“Did a friend do this to you?”
“No. I didn’t know the man. He was a big guy, too big.”
“I can see that. And how did you meet this big man?”
Jarred fell silent.
“Did he rape you?”
Silence.
“Marsha, from what he tells me he was turning a trick, trying to make a quick buck.”
“You’re a prostitute Jarred?”
“No Ma’am. I just did it a few times.”
“A few times for money with strange men. How many times?”
“Maybe five.”
“Five? Five certainly qualifies you as a prostitute.”
“Marsha!” protested Heather, “he’s a …”
“Prostitute. I’m sorry Heather, I’m not being judgmental about this, all I’m trying to do is find the plain truth. If he wants to sell his body, that’s his business. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
They sat and waited for Dr. Marin to come in. Heather glanced at her watch; it was later than she thought. “I’ll be back honey. The girls should be home and I need to call home.” Heather disappeared to find a telephone.
Nervously Jarred waited. Dr. Marin walked in, followed by his nurse, Marsha. Heather was less than a minute behind them. “Hello Jarred, I’m Dr. Marin. I’m a good friend of your dad and stepmom. Now let’s see… You’re fifteen and you’re a male prostitute. I understand you’ve been selling your ass and now you have a damaged anal area.”
Jarred face burned with embarrassment. “Uh, yes sir.”
“You use condoms when engaging in anal sex?”
“No sir.”
“When you have a bowel movement, does it hurt?”
“Yes sir.”
“Does it hurt inside your gut?”
“No, just my ass.”
“Okay son, bend over so old doc can see up your butt.”
Jarred complied.
Dr. Marin studied the swollen and enflamed external tissue. He sarcastically asked, “Was it worth it?”
“No.”
“Glad you think so. Here lie down on the edge of the bed and spread your cheeks. Now I have to stick this proctoscope up your butt to examine the lining of your rectum, to see if there is any internal damage. I’m sorry, but this may be uncomfortable for you.” Then he quipped, “That’s the wages of sin!” Doc lubricated the instrument and eased it into Jarred’s swollen hole.
“Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!”
“I’m sorry it hurts, but I have to do this.”
“Ohhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhh shitttttttttt!”
Doc probed all the way up his rectum to the sigmoid bend leading to his large intestine. Doc retracted the optical instrument.
“You can sit up now Jarred. There is no apparent internal damage, but the tissue around your anus is lacerated, that is, the skin is torn. I’m going to put you on an antibiotic and give you an antibiotic salve to speed the healing. You should be better in a week or so. Now I want you to squeeze your butt at least fifty times a day, to strengthen you sphincter and help it get back to normal.
“Now, let me give you some advice. What you’re doing is very risky business. It’s not what you are doing; it’s how you are doing it. I don’t care if you get your kicks from sodomy; in fact I like a big wang up the wahzoo every so often myself.
“The problem is that there is a nasty viral infection that’s recently emerged. So far it’s been pretty much confined to the gay community in places like San Francisco and New Orleans, but that won’t last. It’s a blood borne disease and it appears to spread during unprotected anal sex.
“This is a nasty little bugger. There is no cure. The Center For Disease Control doesn’t see it as a big problem as it is pretty much confined to the gay population, for now at least for now. Dead queers don’t vote. What this thing does is it destroys your immune system, not all at once but over the course of a few years. As your immune system fails, you become susceptible to every minor and major bug around, you get sick, you stay sick and get sicker. Your body wastes away and you become bedridden. Finally something as simple as the common cold kills you.
“You have to be very careful about who you choose as a sex partner. If you have unprotected anal sex with someone with AIDS, you’re a walking dead man, with absolutely no future other than a slow death.
“If you want to have sex with someone, you have to be absolutely sure that they are clean and free of disease. Maybe they don’t have AIDS; maybe they have herpes. You want open blisters on your dick? How about genital warts? You can’t get rid of any of these either; you just have to live with it until you die.
“Now your dad and stepmom belong to a sex club. I think you know that. What you don’t know is that everyone they have sex with is a member of the club and is clean. Everyone gets tested several times a year.
“Now if you’re prostituting yourself, you have no protection, and it’s like playing Russian Roulette. Keep it up and you will have a short life. Take the proper precautions, have sex six times a day and live long.
“When did you start all this?”
“About a month ago,” answered Jarred casting his eyes down to the floor. “I had sex with a friend, Josh. Josh asked if I wanted to make some quick money. I said, ‘okay.’ Josh then introduced me to Tony. Tony makes the arrangements.”
“Arrangements to have sex with men?”
“Yes.”
“What are your plans?”
“I’m never doing anything for Tony again.”
“What about Josh?”
“He can do what he wants.”
“Then you can’t have sex with him ever again either. Unless he cleans up his act, he’s big trouble for you. With some luck you’re both still clean, but its only a matter of time, a month, three months and you’ve ruined your life.
“Talk to your dad about this. He won’t care at all that you’ve had sex with another guy. He will care if by doing so you endanger your life. Now I need a blood test and a sample of your semen so I can check for STDs. After Marsha draws your blood, jack off, or have one of these ladies help you bring up a sample for me.”
Doc hurriedly wrote out the two prescriptions and left the room to see another patient. Before he left he asked Heather, “Did you have sex with this boy?”
“Yes, John, I did.”
“Then you know you’re quarantined from the club. Use a rubber with Greg.”
“I figured as much, John.”
Marsha drew the blood and then left to tend to other business, leaving a petri dish for the sample of his semen.
“Well, honey,” said Heather, “do you want to do it alone, or do you want me to help you?”
“What kind of help?”
“Help getting an ejaculation.”
“Yeah! You bet!”
“What do you want me to do Jarred?”
“Can we fuck?”
“I’d love to darling.”
She flicked the strap of her dress off her shoulder and the blue sundress fell to the floor. She wore nothing underneath. She now stood before him, inviting him to her magnificent breasts. As Heather stroked his cock, they decided to dispense with the preliminaries, as the object was solely to get his rocks off.
“Jarred, remember, pull out when you cum.”
She lay back on the “cat-house” bed and he climbed aboard, having no trouble in aligning his cock with her fuck hole. He pumped furiously away, to the slap, slap, slap of their bellies meeting. As much as he didn’t want to, he pulled out just as the first glob of semen shot out of his dick and onto her tummy and up to her tits. As he looked at the pecker tracks across his stepmother’s bare belly Jarred felt strangely powerful. She really was his to fuck, whenever he wanted.
On the way home, they stopped at a pharmacy and filled the prescriptions. Heather also picked up a couple of large boxes on condoms, one ‘ribbed’ and the other ‘extra thin for extra sensitivity’.
“Do we need all those?”
“Well, until Doc finishes his tests, I use must use condoms when I’m fucking your father. You may or may not need any, but I certainly will need them. Of course when you and I are together, we don’t have to use them, too late for that. But fucking anyone else? Yes, we need them, you too.”
As they pulled into the garage, they could see that Greg was home. Jarred had barely stepped into the kitchen when he was inundated by two squealing girls, who nearly broke his neck with their wild commotion. Greg gave Heather a quizzical look, but she motioned that she’d tell him later.
“Well,” Greg began, “Is everybody ready to go out for Cindy’s birthday dinner?”
Heather asked, “Where are we going?”
“To Delmonico’s for a juicy steak!” declared Cindy. “Please everybody, hurry up and get ready so we can get home early!”
Heather teased, “What’s your big hurry dear?”
“Oh, Mom! Sometimes you act so retarded!”
“Well, I can’t go like this. Give me ten minutes to freshen up.”
While Heather took a quick shower, changed clothes and put on makeup, Greg got Jarred settled into one of the guest rooms equipped with a king size bed and private bath with a whirlpool. The room was very spacious, with a seating area and small private patio. It even had a small refrigerator. It was much, much nicer than the tiny, dimly lit room he was used to, that was crowded with just a single twin bed.
Jarred quickly showered. Cindy greeted him as he stepped out. She threw her arms around his neck and began feverishly kissing him.
“Jarred! Jarred! Oh, I’ve missed you so much! I can’t believe you’re finally here! Mmmmm! You are the best birthday present I could possibly have!” Her hands roamed across his wet back as she kissed him deeply with a lover’s kiss. His hands found the soft mounds of her developing breasts, mounds of flesh that weren’t there two years ago.
They broke their embrace at the sound of Greg’s voice, “All right! Break it up. One of you is naked and one of you is clothed. What’s wrong with this picture?”
Cindy quipped, “We’re both not naked?”
“That’s right, but we don’t have time for games right now. Come on baby, let him get dressed. I’m hungry!”
As she pulled away, Jarred quickly looked her over. He was surprised at how much she had changed. “Damn,” he muttered. Like her mom, she was knock down gorgeous. Jarred shaved and put on some fresh clean clothes. Then he brought his bag of gifts out to the kitchen.
“What’s that?” asked Julie.
“Just a present for everyone.”
“You have one for me?”
“Sure Julie, I wouldn’t forget you.”
The smile on her face told him he had done good. He looked her over, surprised at the changes in her. She too was gorgeous. She didn’t look like her mother or her sister, but she was beautiful nonetheless with her long, dark brown hair and her dreamy brown eyes. Her breasts were smaller too, but he correctly suspected that that would soon change too. He idly wondered how much longer she would be a virgin, musing, ‘not long, I hope’.
Everyone sat around the table chatting waiting on Heather to complete her ten-minute ‘freshen up’. Thirty minutes later, Heather walked in wearing very sexy low cut dress with a slit all the way to her thigh.
“Wow Mom!”
exclaimed Julie, “Are you trying to make us look bad?”
Heather smiled,
her efforts so transparent, “With all the competition I now have, I have to do
everything I can to keep up.
Besides you wouldn’t want your mama to look like an old hag, would
you?”
“Well, come on
and sit down,” commanded Cindy, “Jarred wants to give each of us a
present.”
Jarred started
with Julie and as she unwrapped the miniature sea turtle, her eyes gleamed with
delight, but when she saw the mama bear and her two tiny clubs, she burst out,
“Oh my God! Look how cute they
are!” Next she open the opened the
bottle of ‘Fede et Amore’ perfume.
“Mmmmmm! I love this
perfume.”
“So do I,”
answered Jarred.
“Wow Mom!” exclaimed Julie, “Are you trying to make us look bad?”
Heather smiled, her efforts so transparent, “With all the competition I now have, I have to do everything I can to keep up. Besides you wouldn’t want your mama to look like an old hag, would you?”
“Well, come on and sit down,” commanded Cindy, “Jarred wants to give each of us a present.”
Jarred started with Julie and as she unwrapped the miniature sea turtle, her eyes gleamed with delight, but when she saw the mama bear and her two tiny clubs, she burst out, “Oh my God! Look how cute they are!” Next she open the opened the bottle of ‘Fede et Amore’ perfume. “Mmmmmm! I love this perfume.”
“So do I,” answered Jarred.
Cindy unwrapped her stained glass butterfly next. The fine workmanship of the piece was evident to everyone at the table. It was approximately six inches across and the blue and gold butterfly was exquisite. “Oh, Jarred! It’s beautiful! I’m going to hang it in the window of my room.” She opened her bottle of ‘Fede et Amore’ and splashed some on and presented her neck for Jarred to smell.
Jarred next gave his father the coin.
“Where did you find this?” Greg held it out so everyone could see the ancient silver piece. “Look, it’s an old Spanish piece-of-eight!”
“The man said that it was found on Cape Hatteras. He didn’t know for sure, but he said it could be part of Black Beard’s loot.”
As Jarred handed Heather her present, he saw that her eyes were teary. He realized that the distraught look on her face was due to her knowledge of where the money to buy these gifts had come from. He looked her straight in the eye and lied, “Its okay, I bought these before Christmas when I thought I would get to come home.”
It was an outright lie and she knew it, but she wasn’t about to spoil it for him or her family, besides it was what she wanted to hear. She hugged him and fought back the tears, kissed him and said, “You are such a dear boy. You didn’t need to do this.”
“But I wanted to.”
“I know dear, I know.” She unwrapped the porcelain dogwood flower. “A dogwood! Oh, Jarred, how did you know? I love dogwoods. Thank you Jarred, it’s beautiful.”
The family sat for several minutes as the various presents were passed around for examination. Finally Cindy said, “Come on! Let’s go eat, I’m famished!”
“No you’re not,” quipped Julie, “you’re horny!” Both Greg and Heather looked away, ignoring the remark.
The steaks at Delmonico’s were delicious, thick steaks of prime beef, seared with intense heat and cooked to perfection. The fork-tender steaks may not have been ‘heart-healthy’, but they were a meat lover’s dream meal. The crowning glory of the meal was when the wait-staff brought out a flaming baked Alaska and sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to Cindy. After the meal was completed and everyone was pleasantly stuffed, Greg finally inquired, “Why did you take Jarred to see Dr. Marin?”
Heather had dreaded this moment as it was sure to spoil the evening. “Well, I discovered that Jarred had recently engaged in some unprotected, high-risk sexual activities. I took him to get tested. Bottom line is that Jarred and I both are quarantined until Doc does a complete workup.”
“What kind of high risk activities?”
“Sodomy.”
Greg glanced at his son and then back towards his wife. “I see. Of course you and he…So… now we have to use rubbers?”
“Exactly. Picked up a supply along with his antibiotics. It won’t be but a few days. Better to be safe than sorry.”
Greg looked back at Jarred who with his head down was staring at the table. “I’m sure Doc Marin gave you the low down on risky sex. You’ve got to be very careful these days Jarred. It’s not like it was when I was your age. For your sake and for Heather’s sake I hope you got away with it this time, but…look, you and I can talk about this tomorrow. Today is a day of celebration, it’s Cindy’s birthday and you’re home with us.”
The ride home began muted. Greg was concerned, not with Jarred’s sexual activity, but with the potential consequences. The sexual revolution was great, but if you weren’t careful, it potentially carried a very high price. Both the Gold Club and Crystal Springs had set up firm rules regarding who you could and could not have unprotected sex with and required quarterly medical screening for STDs of all their members to protect its members from the nasty VD bugs that were now around. Still there were slipups. He cursed at the bitch Debbie, Jarred’s mother, for not educating the boy to the risks he was exposed to.
Cindy fretted about the need to use a condom. She wanted him bareback so she could feel his hot seed shooting up her ready cunt, but she quickly resigned herself to the facts, and realized that a condom in no way affected her fundamental plan. Cindy perked up and began to chatter, she just wanted to get home and into the hot tub.
Heather was relived that everyone seemed cool with the medical precautions and prayed that Doc Marin’s results would be negative. Julie picked up on Cindy’s now buoyant mood and joined in the chatter. To Jarred it seemed that both girls were talking at once, talking about everything, yet at the same time talking about nothing. He couldn’t hope to follow the giddy conversation as it careened like a pinball from topic to topic.
The girls rushed into the house and quickly disappeared into their bedrooms to change. Jarred to went to his room to undress. As he walked out onto the patio, his father who was also liberated from his clothes joined him. Greg approvingly studied his son’s maturing body as they tested the water and got in. Soon Heather joined them and sat between the two males. Jarred idly watched as his father began rubbing his hands across her full melons.
Jarred overheard him ask, “Did you enjoy fucking my son today?”
“Yes baby, you know I did!”
“Good, because I want you to fuck him and fuck him and fuck him! Fuck him like the good slut stepmother you are!”
Jarred watched with curiosity as the dirty talk lead to a passionate display of kissing and the rough handling of flesh. In just a matter of minutes, Heather was lying on the padded edge of the hot tub, moaning and groaning with Greg’s face buried in her pussy. As tantalizing as that was, Jarred’s attention was drawn away from the two adults when the girls walked out. Jarred was both surprised and disappointed. They both wore very skimpy bikinis, but he expected only raw flesh.
Ignoring the display of cunnilingus as a normal activity between the ‘rents’, the two girls approached the spa. They both wore a floral print, Cindy’s was predominately hot pink and Julie’s was predominately light blue. The girls posed for Jarred, arching their backs to accentuate their breasts. Cindy’s tits bulged from the tiny top; Julie’s were comfortably secure. Both girls had wasp like waists, though Julie’s wasn’t as accented by her immature hips. All in all, they were sexy as hell, and even before they turned to show off the thong bottoms, Jarred had a raging hard on.
The girls entered the bubbling hot water and slid up beside him. Cindy stood up and cooed, “Do you like my new bikini?”
“Oh God yes! But what I really want to see is what’s underneath it.”
“I think you have bad intentions!”
“Yes, I do!”
She plunged back into the water and embraced him. He felt her hand on his hard cock. “Mmmmmmmm, so hard! Is this for me?”
“Yes, it’s for you, or your mother.”
“How about my little sister?”
His hands untied her top and it floated away. “Yes, it’s for her too. But because it’s your birthday, you get first dibs.”
He drew her to him and brushed his chest across her boobs, and then began kissing her, kissing her the way her mother had shown him, kissing her lips, her neck, her ears, bringing her to a higher level of passion before kissing and suckling for the first time the firmly rounded mounds of her naked breasts.
“Oh Jarred, Jarred! I’ve wanted you for so long now. I’ve wanted to hold you, kiss you, to feel you inside me. I’ve waited and waited, and I want you now! Fuck me like you love me!”
She sat up on the side of the hot tub and gave him a woeful look, a look barely concealing the torment and undeniable ache and throb of desire. Jarred grasped the thin bikini bottom and slowly removed it, prolonging the moment, prolonging her unfulfilled desire.
“Fuck me Jarred, fuck me,” she pleaded.
Jarred was barely in control of himself, and he remembered what Heather had said about teasing a girl, taking it slow. He picked up her right foot and began sucking on each of her toes. Then he began kissing and softly biting up her leg, towards her young virgin pussy, but when she had expected the warmth of his mouth on her vulva, he bypassed it and began kissing and nibbling down her left leg.
He paused to suck on each toe while her body writhed in lewd anticipation. With one continuous motion he dragged his tongue up her leg and inner thigh to her dripping wet slit. A jolt of ecstasy surged throughout her aroused body as his long tongue licked up between her quivering labia, collecting her sweet nectar. The tip of his tongue flicked at her hard clit, causing her to involuntarily jump with each flick. Finally he devoured her clit with an open mouth and flattened tongue.
Her eyes shut tightly as the pleasure welled up deep inside her loins, quickly building to a crescendo as his tongue drove her high into the forbidden rarified atmosphere of wild uninhibited wantonness. A helpless ecstatic moan rose deep within her throat until a high-pitched cry announced her pleasure to the heavens. With one final gasp, the orgasm overwhelmed her. She pushed his head away from her now oversensitive clit and she gasped for breath.
Jarred was now ready to give her the fucking she had been dreaming about for well over a year. He was about to pry her legs apart for coitus when Heather stopped him. Looking him in the eye, she handed him a lubricated condom and said, “Enjoy her. She’s yours.”
Opening the foil packet, he unrolled the condom over his stiff dick. He looked right and left, keenly aware that he was being watched. It was strangely exciting being watched, watched by his father, watched by her mother, watched by her younger sister; all watching him take her virginity.
He pried her legs apart. Her face was contorted with lust, her upper torso strangely mottled. He put the crown of his cock to her virgin fuck tunnel and penetrated through the first layer of warm, all enveloping wet flesh as slowly as he could until he felt the resistance of her still intact hymen. He paused and kissed her deeply. Whispering the words, “‘I love you Cindy,” he broke through the hymen and slowly drove in deep.
“Oh! Oh! Ohhhhhhh!” she moaned as the sharp pain came and quickly faded.
He slowly withdrew and then penetrated deep again, slowly thrusting in and out of her incredibly tight cunt. Gradually he increased his momentum like a steam locomotive leaving the station. Her heels locked around his hips drawing him in on each inward thrust. The slap, slap, slap of their stomachs coming together mixed with her mewls of salacious contentment. On and on he went, fucking her hard, fucking her deep.
His balls were still drained from fucking her mother all afternoon and he lasted a long time. Wave after glorious wave of orgasmic pleasure shot through her body and still he fucked her. He lasted thirty-five minutes before his dick began jerking in orgasm, the feeling was intense as his genitalia pumped and pumped producing precious little semen. Exhausted he slipped back into the hot water, leaving her lying spread eagle, and completely contented.
As he recovered, he replayed the last thirty minutes in his mind and realized that he didn’t change positions even once while he was fucking her. “Damn it,” he muttered to himself.
His father moved up beside him and whispered, “Bravo, Jarred, bravo!” and then left the tub. He closed his eyes enjoying the enveloping warmth of the swirling hot water. After several minutes Cindy slipped back into the hot tub and looked at him dreamily. He suddenly became aware that they were now alone. They kissed and fondled each other in the afterglow of great sex.
After a while they went inside and down the bedroom hallway. The unmistakable sounds of sexual passion came from the master bedroom. They walked past to his room. There on the bed was a large box of condoms and a tube of KY.
“Aren’t our parents great!” she exclaimed as she picked the articles off the bed and slipped into the covers. “This was the best birthday ever!”