by Art Martin
CHAPTER 14
PARTY TIME
PARTY TIME
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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Greg saw Julie and two guys laughing and horsing around by the pool. At fifteen, Julie was a knockout with a perfect hourglass figure and 36C tits. Like her sister, her long hair fell almost to her waist, but unlike her sister, her hair was dark brown rather than honey blonde. Other than the color of their hair, the sisters looked like twins.
He recognized the two boys as Dick and Melisa Henry’s boys. Luke at nineteen looked huge next to Julie and his fifteen-year old brother Tony, what a difference a year makes. It only seemed like last year that Tony was still a boy, very awkward and puny in every way. Now suddenly he was a man-boy, tall like his brother and developing muscles for his tall frame. It was obvious to Greg that the boys were trying to ‘pop her top’.
Greg scanned the patio, if the Henry boys were here, then so would their sister Jenny, but then again Jenny at seventeen may have decided to party somewhere else tonight after dad had her initiated into the Gold Club last month.
The grating squawking sounds from the cordless phone on the bed continued unabated. Greg could feel the hair beginning to stand up on his neck. He picked up the receiver. “Debbie, if you want to talk about Jarred’s trust, talk to his attorney. I don’t want to listen to your shit. Not now, not ever! Don’t ever call me again!” He hung up.
He wasn’t sure, but he knew Debbie. Jarred had been living with him the past three years with little contact with her. He had gone back to Seaview for a two-week summer visit right after he decided to live with Greg and the girls. She bitched, harangued and harassed him constantly from the moment he arrived. After two days, he packed his bag, took a taxi to the airport and flew back to Rockford where he was unconditionally loved and wanted. She had no reason to touch any of that money, certainly not in the past three years and if she had been stealing from the trust, well, it was payback time for the bitch.
Greg walked back outside to fulfill his ‘chaperone’ duties as the ‘advisor’ of the Clam Diggers Social Club, a youth organization, actually a gang, dedicated to the carnal pleasures of the flesh. Being the club advisor, he got to foot the bill. Still there were perks.
His kids, plus Luke and Jenny Henry were the founding members of the Clam Diggers. They adopted the shell ankle bracelets that Jarred had brought from North Carolina as their totem. Currently there were about twenty members, roughly two-thirds girls and one-third boys. It reminded Greg of the old Jan and Dean song ‘Surf City’ with the refrain, ‘two girls for every boy’. Nearly half the kids had parents who were Gold Club sluts. The parents of the other half didn’t have a clue what their kids were up to. Greg settled in on a chase lounge and watched the kids interact with each other. He knew all these kids very well as the Lockly house was their official hangout.
On the chase lounge next him, King Smith, a hulking kid and Jarred’s best friend and a sweet blonde cutie, Lacey Johnson, were shamelessly getting after it. What swimsuit she wore was quickly on the pavement along with King’s discarded trunks. Greg scanned the patio. Bikini parts began to litter the place. Some guy was feeling up Cindy’s ass cheeks and tugging at her hot pink thong bikini bottom. Greg’s hard dick strained at his trunks. He hated wearing them and now that things were getting hot, he quickly shed them, freeing his prick from its prison. The phone rang. He hoped it wasn’t Debbie, but he knew he had to answer it.
“Greg Lockly,” he answered perfunctorily.
At the first pleasant syllable he knew it wasn’t the horrid Debbie. “Greg, this is Kathy Johnson.”
“Hi, Kathy.”
“I just needed to call and check to make sure Lacey was where she was supposed to be and confirm that you and your wife were going to be home all night.”
Greg looked over at Lacey. She was sucking off King with gusto, making obscene, wet, sucking sounds as her eager lips slid along the glistening trunk. Kneeling at the side of the chase lounge, her nakedly gleaming buttocks invitingly thrust up and outward only a foot or two from Greg.
“Oh yes Kathy, she’s here and yes, Heather and I will be here all evening.”
“Well, you know, I just needed to check. You know how kids can be.”
“Yes I do.”
Greg stood and positioned himself behind the pretty cock-sucking slut, gently spreading her knees with his ankles. He rolled a pink French tickler over his rock-hard love muscle.
“Lacey said she was going to spend the night with Julie. Is that okay?”
Greg applied a glob of KY Jelly to the spiked condom and stooped down. “Absolutely, Kathy. She’s welcome here anytime.”
“Thanks, Greg. I really appreciate you having the kids over at your house. Gives them a safe place to go where they won’t get into trouble.”
Putting his swollen dickhead to the cock-hungry pussy of the clueless woman’s promiscuous daughter, Greg reassured her. “Don’t worry Kathy, she’s no trouble at all.” With a low grunt he pushed in. “She’s fun to have around.”
“Thanks, Greg. Goodnight.”
THE END