Chapter 22

I was totally overloaded! I needed and ass or a pussy, NOW! Nothing else would do! I almost stuck my dick in Ed -- knowing he wanted it -- but I'd promised Holly... I thundered up the stairs and marched out the slider and to the edge of the pool and yelled, "Holly! NOW!"

Every eyeball in sight locked on me, but that didn't matter -- I had to have relief!

Holly looked up, bug-eyed, at my tool steel erection and said, "Now?"

"If you want that first load I promised you, it's got to happen NOW!" I insisted.

"Cletus!" Jean rebuked me - but I was in no mood to be fucked with.

"Shut the fuck up!" I rasped, then turned back to Holly. "Well?"

"Coming!" Holly made for the ladder.

Now, Jean was right of course -- I was in full wild animal mode - which isn't the way you initiate virgins. But once Holly's puffy pink cones were visible above the edge of the pool nothing else mattered. She came running and I grabbed her by the upper arm and shoved her to her knees and demanded, "SUCK!"

To her credit, Holly didn't stop to think about it - she just wrapped her Cupid's bow lips around my meat and started a massage. I didn't even think to make comparisons with her efforts of the previous week; I just roared in pleasure.

Jean dashed up and snapped, "Cletus! Get a hold of yourself! Is this how you break in virgins?"

I got ready to take a swing at Jean, but Holly went "MMMM!! MMMM!!" then her lips popped off my erection and she said, "Go 'way!" Then she tried to swallow my pole whole, and when my glans popped through into her throat the lightning flashed and the thunder roared and a grabbed a double handful of Holly's curly red hair and erupted like Vesuvius down her silken throat...

I went somewhere else -- that lovely place where every nerve in your body gets stroked - that place you don't always get to when you cum, but when you do, it's memorable! When I came back, I was still holding Holly's head, but she was licking my glans and the waves rolled over me every time her tongue rolled over it. It was excruciating, unbearable, wonderful... My knees shook. I tried to pull myself together. "Are you okay, Honey?" I gasped.

"I loved that..." Holly husked, and lipped me again. Shaking, I gently pushed her head away.

"Nobody should ever assume that you don't like boys, Honey," I puffed, "and boys are gonna LOVE you!" I took her hand and raised her to her feet.

"Cletus..." Jean said cautiously.

"It's all right," I told her. "I'm me again. I got all caught up in a session downstairs and just had to have it..."

"Well..."

"Yeah, I know, I know..." I waved her off. "Come on, Honey, I owe you a ride." I eyed Jean and nodded for her to follow as I led Holly by the hand toward my bedroom. When she was sitting on my bed, I said, "I don't remember deep throat being among your skills last week..."

"I've been practicing all week with a rubber cock," Holly explained shyly.

"Well, you did good. I'm sorry I went nuts on you."

"I loved it! It was..." She shivered eloquently.

"It was the best blow job I've had in a long time, Honey," I told her. "I was primed to an unholy extent, but you were just incredible! Settle back and I'll return the favor..."

Holly waved a finger. "No! I've been licked before! Make me wet with your big dick, then..."

"Okay, scoot up there, then..." Jean was there, but she didn't say anything or do anything as I climbed above the slight redhead and started rubbing the tip of my cock along her furrow. I lowered my lips, first to Holly's, then to her puffy left nipple; she arched herself and hissed, "Yessss..." I found her opening and was going to just rub it, but Holly thrust her hips downward the moment the tip was half-seated and the next thing I knew I was glans deep, the ring of muscle at her opening clutching me behind my flange. "Jeezus, Baby! Are you in a hurry?"

"Uh... huh..." Holly's voice was congested with lust.

"Where in the Hell is your hymen?" I gasped.

"Rubber cock..."

There didn't seem to be anything left to do but make it good - and that wasn't difficult, by any means! She was two-thirds of the way there by the time I'd managed to get my whole length lubricated and buried to the root; the rest of the ride to her first orgasm took maybe twenty frantic seconds. Holly's antics beneath me were nearly enough to throw me off the bed, so I rolled us over and let her drive - which might have been a mistake because she went at it like breaking my pubic bone into little tiny chunks was the primary mission! "Jeezus, Baby! You're gonna hurt yourself!" I gasped - but what I REALLY meant was 'You're gonna hurt ME!' She kept at it, body parts going every which way, through her second orgasm before she settled down a bit and focused on grinding the remains of my destroyed pubic bone to powder. She didn't mean to, maybe, but she DAMNED sure got even with me for the blow job!

After that, exhaustion settled in and she began to pace herself - which allowed me to begin to enjoy things. It was good timing, because the pain had been threatening to rob me of my erection despite the excitement of the ride. I promised myself that if there was a next time, we were going doggy!

Nonetheless, with the worst of the abuse over, the tight clutch of her cunt brought me back to full operation and I used the opportunity to drive from below as she flagged. "Maybe we should..." she panted, and I took the hint and rolled us back over and started seriously long-stroking her, setting a pace that was urgent, but wasn't destructive of bone and tissue. She learned to appreciate it rapidly; you could see it in her face. Redheads get RED when they blush - and she did so all the way to her puffy areolas as the next orgasm hit. Sensing a need for further urgency, I jacked it up for a few strokes until she stiffened and her eyes rolled up and she started throwing little shudders, then backed it off when she did. After that, she seemed to throw a small orgasm every few seconds; she was up, belly fluttering, then down, then back up...

It was hard to take - physically AND mentally; as much as I would have liked to extend it for her, she drove me over the edge in about a minute and a half. She arched and I arched and she pulsed and I started jetting my load into her and she squealed "OMIGOD!" and STAYED arched and her pussy started wringing my dick - and I started wondering if I could find a way to put THIS little bitch in my stable permanently! All I had to do was to teach her not to start out like she was killing rats...

As I rolled off to the side, Jean said her first words since she followed us into the bedroom, "Well, that was... impressive..."

'No fucking shit!' I thought - but I was out of breath and energy and just let it pass.

We were disconnected, but Holly convinced me by pushing that I should be on my back, then crawled atop me to hug herself against me and cry. "It was wonderful!" she sobbed, "I could FEEL it when you ..."

"Came?" I supplied.

"Uh huh!"

"Well, you're seriously hot, Sweetheart. If you ever need me to write an affidavit to that effect, I'll be happy to do it!"

"What? Oh..." she chuckled. "Thanks, I guess."

"I'm not needed here," Jean announced, and walked out. I certainly couldn't argue; post-coital lassitude had me and it was all I could do not to fall asleep. We spent twenty minutes or so cuddling, with me rubbing her soft flesh here and there while Holly purred - redheads have this soft, puffy feel to them sometimes that makes it hard to identify muscle tissue, and Holly was that type. While not fat by any means, she still contrived to feel pillowy. Finally, she sat up and said, "I think I want a shower."

I waved at the bathroom connector and mumbled, "Through that door," and she crawled off me, headed that way. I struggled up, "Let me pee first!"

Holly giggled. "Can you give me a second to drain?"

"Sure..."

We swapped back and forth and I left her under the shower head as I slowly dragged myself outside. Everyone present turned to look at me, so I licked my finger and pretended to put a mark on a blackboard, to cheers and jeers, then dragged myself down the ladder and went to rest my broken bones in the shallows.

Michael came over, grinning. "Ed and Cindy?" I asked.

"They went home," Michael related. "I'm invited, any time... Pete is, too."

I nodded, glancing around for Pete - and not seeing him. I'd just shelved the matter when a rhythmic pattern of fleshy smacks alternated with contralto exclamations of "Oh!" started coming from the deck; I zeroed in on the location and stood to identify what had to be Pete's ass rocking and rolling with a pair of brown legs wrapped around it on a lounger. "Jean's gonna shit a brick," I muttered.

"I don't know where Mom is," Michael muttered, "but she isn't here." We watched the girls drift toward the edge of the pool nearest where Pete and Joy were putting on their exhibition; I heard Amy mutter, "This is better than a video..." I could have told her that...

Holly came out, flushed and naked, pink from her shower, and stopped to watch Pete and Joy from close up, ignoring the other girls' demands for a review of her own experience while she got her fill of watching the couple's sinuous movements. Pete was becoming quite the cocksman - that much was clear. Finally, she tore herself away and sat down on the edge of the pool to answer questions - and clearly, it was a good review, from the admiring looks I got.

"Did you have a good time?" I asked Michael. "What happened after I left?"

"Yeah, it was hot - especially watching Cindy get into it," Michael admitted. "You didn't miss anything - just cleanup and relaxing in the aftermath."

I nodded. I thought about making a point of telling him that Ed would want a dick - and might want an ass, too - but I figured Michael knew that.

Pete finished up in a clearly joyful Joy; the girls took that as a cue to wander inside. Michael and I hung out, watching Pete and Joy cuddle. "I'm down two and you're down one - and it isn't eight o'clock yet!" I chuckled.

Michael nodded. "That isn't going to be it, is it?"

"Not from the way the girls were eyeing Pete and Joy longingly," I agreed. "Gina couldn't go without last time and she's getting a LOT more heterosexual stimulation. Every one of those girls with the possible exception of your sister has had and enjoyed a dick - and I don't think tongues are gonna do it for them tonight."

"Holly?" Michael queried.

"Incredible fuck," I supplied, "In-fucking-credible. And she does deep throat. There is no question that she likes boys..."

Jean didn't surface. She wasn't anywhere in the house that I could see. I didn't bother the girls in the TV room - but the surveillance system said Jean wasn't in there - nor was she downstairs, which is where Pete took Joy. I finally rolled back the exterior video to when she wandered out of my bedroom and caught her heading home. 'Well, fine...' I thought. Michael and I wandered here and there aimlessly; at one point, I suggested that he go downstairs and induce Pete to share Joy, but he shook his head. We parked in the kitchen for a while and the living room for a while, and just as I got the itch to go spy on shit in my office, the TV room door popped open and Gina came out. Her eyes swept over us and it looked to me like it was a close race, but she turned to Michael and said, "Is Joy with Pete?"

"As far as I know," Michael allowed.

"We won't disturb them much, then, will we?" Gina asked, stepping close enough to rub her bare titties on Michael's chest.

Michael grinned, "Probably not!" He took her hand and they headed for the stairs.

I sat there and cogitated for a bit. I was mildly disappointed, but I'd had some fun in a foursome, a really good blow job, and a seriously hot fuck - a pretty good evening for an old fart in a house full of teenage girls. I put aside feeling sorry for myself and headed for bed.

Hell, I even avoided porn; I went looking for a movie and found some vampire thing on cable. I was lying in the bed watching it around midnight when two female forms drifted through the door. They were tough to make out in the light coming from the TV, so I just said, "Yes?"

Amy's voice came back, "You didn't think you were done, did you?"

"Well," I admitted, "I've been feeling a little sorry for myself, but I was prepared to accept the idea."

"Don't," Amy said to me, then said to her companion, "Well? Don't stand there like a statue..."

It was Heather; I made her out as she drifted forward. She was looking nervous, so I just flipped up the covers for her to crawl under. She came into bed gingerly, so I tucked her gently against me. "We'll do this however you want to, Hon - including just going to sleep like this, if you like," I told her.

Heather seemed to relax - until Amy grunted, "If she decides to do THAT, I'M gonna want some!" She circled the bed and crawled in on my left and tucked herself against me. I returned my attention to the TV with a head on each shoulder and two very different breasts in my hands - Heather's wide-based cone versus Amy's bigger, softer, rounder orb.

Amy let things ride until the next commercial, then lit into Heather, "Are you doing ANYTHING? Cletus..."

"Amy, this isn't about you!" I admonished. "This is about Heather. If you dragged her in here so you could get your jollies watching her get her cherry popped, you have a problem, because I won't do a damned thing she doesn't want to do." I turned to Heather, "If you don't want to be here, that's fine, Hon. You don't have to do a damned thing. If Amy wants, I'll give her a bounce - but I'm not here to help her push you into something you're not interested in doing."

"N-no, I'm here for... that..." Heather husked.

I hugged her against me. "That's fine, Honey - but you STILL don't have to dance to Amy's timetable."

"I know. I'm just... scared."

"One thing you can be sure of, Hon," I told her, "I'm not here to hurt you."

"But it will."

"It might. Some girls don't hurt. But it generally does - momentarily. What we'll be doing is trying to get past it to the fun part - something I wouldn't expect a boy your age to do. It's not their fault, actually - they're just ignorant and a little bit hair-trigger; if kids got taught about sex the way you SHOULD be, it wouldn't be such a gamble." I turned to Amy, "I'm going to need that arm. You can stay, and you can watch or you can help - but don't rush her."

"Yes, Cletus." Amy looked suitably penitent - even though I suspected that when I turned away, she probably rolled her eyes. I started rubbing Heather's belly with my freed hand, caressing it, her hip, and her ass. Figuring she probably didn't want to suck face with an 'old guy,' I took a run at her right nipple. She sucked in a big breath through her nose, but she didn't stop me; instead, she started caressing the back of my head.

The next twenty minutes' worth of activity was totally washed over by the TV; I'm not known for mixing talk and sex play and Heather didn't make any noises louder than a pant - and she did a lot of that with her mouth closed. I didn't mind - there's something about a woman with her nostrils wide open pushing air in and out fast that says you've got her full attention. Heather rolled her right leg up so I could get at her pussy so I did so as smoothly and gently as I could manage; when I had three fingers sliding along her open inner lips and slot, she reached in to renew her acquaintance with my dick. I was pleased; while she wasn't as practiced or familiar as Amy, for instance, might have been, she handled it confidently and fearlessly. Amy made her sole contribution during this period by whipping the blankets off when it became apparent that they were in the way.

I'd planned on fingering and sucking Heather through her first orgasm, but when her movements started getting urgent and jerky she rolled over on her back, hauling me with her by keeping my head locked against her breast. At that point, she uttered her first word in twenty minutes, "Now!"

You don't argue with that - and I didn't. My plans were irrelevant - if she wanted to be on the bottom, so be it. I got up on my knees and she lifted hers and I pinned them with my shoulders as I leaned up to rub my cock against her very wet slot, then she grunted as I pushed forward into her. From my perspective, her hymen wasn't anything much - and Heather seemed to agree with me, gasping, "Okay, slow..." There was plenty of lubrication if I didn't go nuts, despite her tight clasp; in three or four strokes, I was in as deep as it was going to go; I started slow and cycled up from less than thirty strokes per minute up through sixty, then ninety...

The breathing got frantic, turned to serious gasps and pants, then Heather clutched my arms and went rigid and I watched her orgasm through the windows of her eyes; they popped, then bulged, then went opaque, clearly not seeing anything. All the while, she continued that closed-mouth pant. Her little pussy absolutely refused to let me go, reducing my speed momentarily to a crawl until she relaxed in my arms, then her hands traced my face, chest, and shoulders while she drew some BIG breaths to recover - and I was off again, driving into her.

Two minutes later, we did it again, Heather emitting an urgent, "MMMMMMMM!!!" during the moment leading to her lockup. After that, call me a prick if you want, but I stopped being concerned about Heather's pleasure - it seemed to be handling itself. I started working on me - and the difference from her end wasn't noticeable. When she clamped down the fourth time, I was pushing the limit and the tight rubbing clutch of her inner walls popped my cork; I fountained into her as if I hadn't already blown two nuts in the past four hours!

I leaned back and released her legs, and she slid her feet down the back of mine, caressing me while she rubbed my flanks. "Mom is a fucking idiot," she breathed, "If she doesn't want you, I do!"

I chuckled. "I'm a little old for you to want to live with for long."

Amy interrupted, a twisted grimace on her face. "I don't suppose you have any left?"

"Not for a while," I apologized.

"I have GOT to have a dick!" Amy exclaimed - then flounced up and hurried out.

"I thought she'd never leave!" Heather sighed. "Hold me?"

"Sure."

I don't know how long I was out - it was less than an hour I imagine - when I awakened to the arrival of someone who slid under the covers on my left. I grunted and a familiar voice whispered, "Please don't send me away..." Karen.

"Be good," I growled. Heather hadn't stirred. Karen pressed herself against my back and I went back to sleep sandwiched like that.

It happened again, somewhat later - this time I awakened to a feminine voice exclaiming, "Shit! Shitshitshitshit SHIT!"

"Christ! What the fuck?" I rasped. The other components of my sandwich stirred.

"I wanted..."

"I'm a limited resource," I grunted. "The boys are downstairs."

"Yeah, no shit!" I identified the voice as belonging to Gina. "Amy came and basically stole Michael, and Holly is with Pete and they're flopping around like crazy!"

"What's Joy doing?" I grunted.

"Putting up with it," Gina groused. "Well, Pete's eating her while Holly is using him for a pogo stick. Wow, can she bounce!"

"Tell me about it," I chuckled. "I have to take a leak..." I nudged Karen and she got up; Heather was awake, but not showing any inclination to move. "Talk to Heather while I take care of business." I staggered off to pee.

When I got back, Gina was sitting on the bed next to Heather, who was basically curled around her. Karen was sitting up on the far side, looking worried. Gina looked up and said, "You got Heather? What's that - two cherries in one day? Jeezus!"

"I'm a regular Hugh Hefner this week," I chuckled. "Believe me, it's not a normal thing."

"How many of us have you NOT fucked?"

"You and your sister..."

"I'm here to get mine."

"I was afraid of that."

Gina's face puckered. "Does that mean no?"

"I don't know how good a job I can do right now, Honey. I mean, if you want it, I won't kick you out of bed, but I'm not fourteen," I told her.

"Can we try?"

I took a breath. Gina had all of the classic signs of low self-esteem; she wasn't going to take no well. On the other hand, if I tried and failed... Eyeing Karen, I said, "The TV room is OBVIOUSLY empty. Go sleep there."

"Yes, Master." Karen padded out.

"Look, we can try, but I don't want you beating yourself up if I can't - I've had a LOT of sex in the past six hours. If something goes wrong, I promise you a re-match after I rest up some - how's that?"

Gina nodded. "Okay. You just lay down and I'll suck you - and if you come up, I'll try to ride on top."

I thought about this. If she got me erect (normally, I would be there already), cowgirl isn't my favorite position, so I might lose it again. "If I rise to the occasion, we might have to do missionary or doggie - I'll be better off running things."

"Okay."

I circled the bed and got in; Gina crawled over Heather and knelt over my legs. "Heather, turn on the lamp, please," I directed - I like to see my women and it was still plenty dark... Heather did as I asked without comment. I looked over at her, clearly asking if she planned to stay; Heather answered with a nod of affirmation. Gina locked eyes with me and took charge of my flaccid cock.

I was more than a little embarrassed about that situation; normally, just looking at Gina nude would have been plenty to assure an erection from me, even though she isn't Grade 'A' material - she's a bit oddly shaped, being a big girl with a Pacific Islander's coloration with some related flaws thrown in, like saddlebags that are bigger than her good-sized ass and a generally jiggly torso. But Holly had been VERY demanding - and Heather had been plenty capable of coaxing what was left of the stiffness out of my noodle. Soft, warm, wet lips wrapped around my cock below doe-soft brown eyes, all situated just above a nice set of hanging 'C' cup breasts that managed to breathe some life into it. Gina's titties sat fairly high and round, and would have been a nice-sized rack on a smaller girl, but on her they looked undersized - they were very soft and jiggly, too, like the roll that sat above her hips - but that didn't mean they were an eyesore, by any means. As I got stiffer and larger, she seemed to get more and more talented, too - let's face it, a soft cock is NOT the tool you want to use to judge a blow job! The first time my glans popped into her throat, though, well, that put Gina in a different class! "Aahhh! That's sweet!" I exclaimed. "Do you suck a lot of cocks, Honey?"

Gina looked a little embarrassed. She popped off my cock and jacked me gently as she admitted, "Well, you have to bring something to the table..."

Nodding, I replied gently, "I understand."

"This seems..." Gina murmured, continuing to jack me.

"Yeah," I agreed. "Why don't you lie down now and I'll see what I can do..." I was pretty hard, but it could disappear in a flash if I ran into difficulty or the changeover took too long. "Are you wet?"

"Uh huh," Gina nodded as she inserted herself between Heather and me on her back. "I love to suck - it makes me feel... I don't know - out of control?"

"No kidding," I mused. Some women feel IN control when they give head - and that's the draw for them. I had a feeling Gina was talking about something else. Not wanting to be distracted, I shelved the thought process as I rolled atop her and rubbed my erection along her split, thankful that it hadn't subsided. Gina put her knees up and her feet flat on the mattress, spread wide - and she was wet, as advertised. I pushed my cock home in her to the sound of a soft groan.

Gina was NOT a dead lay, by any stretch of the imagination - but I was about fucked out, so it took me damned near twenty minutes to get a nut - and if she hadn't gotten her cookies off in a big way a couple of times along the way, I might have had to give up without leaving a deposit inside her. But she did - and I did - and it was good, if exhausting. I promised myself another pass with her at some point in the future - but fortunately my staying power helped her meet her goals and she finished up happy. I got her to scoot over and inserted myself between her and Heather and kissed them both goodnight - and we were all gone for hours...

Saturday, it rained like Hell. The ground seemed to steam when I ventured out on the deck under the awning. The humidity was cloying - like breathing water - and while the temperature moderated some fifteen degrees, it didn't seem to be enough.

It was good sleeping weather - and everyone who could slept in, probably exhausted from the wild activity of the night before. The girls organized a big waffle breakfast and I decided to stuff myself, deeply under the impression that I had burned ten pounds the night before.

Karen slept through it; Jean stayed away. Amy and Heather went to work.

About eleven, Ed called. "It's godawful - can we come by?"

"Sure," I chuckled. "I could have used your help last night!"

"Oh?"

"The girls didn't want to settle - and three males - even if two of them ARE teenagers..."

Ed chuckled. "It's all over now, I'm sure."

"They're all still here," I retorted.

"My, my..."

Fifteen minutes later, Kate let them in. Cindy was in a beach cover-up - and no suit; she dropped THAT coming in the door. Well, everyone ELSE was naked... Ed dropped his trunks when he noted my state. "Grab a plate and a cup," I offered, waving, "The girls are cooking their sweet little asses off!"

Ed chuckled as he and Cindy settled into chairs. "You should set up a commune - an enclave. I can't believe the variety..." He glanced around. "Who have you not done?"

I glanced around. "Ever? Or just in the past twenty-four hours?"

"Ever."

"Joy." I pointed her out, holding a plate for Kate to extract a waffle onto. "But I've finger-fucked her and eaten her pussy."

Ed shook his head in admiration.

"Look," I protested, "this situation is a little unusual, even for me!"

"Yeah, well... He glanced around. "Nothing going on this morning?"

"Everybody's probably fucked out," I opined. "In any case, were handling domestic issues. Some of them will probably have to go home soon, anyway."

"Too bad..." Ed sighed. He was sporting quite a stiffy.

"You could ask, I guess," I muttered. "Or maybe Cindy could negotiate for you..." That got a blink of surprise from Cindy.

"I... What?" she asked, confused.

"Why don't you ask around and see if one of these sweet young things will handle your poor hubby's painful hard-on?" I pressed.

Holly asked, "What's going on?"

"Cletus has been getting Cindy in touch with her slutty side," Kate explained. "There's a lot of humiliation involved."

"Humiliation?" Gina blinked.

"Yeah. Doing strange shit, being bossed around, naked in public, made to do embarrassing things." Kate turned to me, "That's what this is, right? Humiliation? Having her ask around for someone else to take care of her man?" I nodded and grunted into my coffee cup as I took a sip.

"What do we do?" Holly asked.

"Play along," Kate replied, shrugging.

Seeing that Kate seemed to understand, Cindy diffidently approached her, "Would you, uh, have sex with my husband?"

Kate flicked a glance over at Ed, feigning total disinterest. "I dunno - what does he want?"

"I, uh, Sweetheart?" Cindy turned to Ed.

Ed shrugged. "A blowjob, maybe?"

Kate grimaced. "Not interested."

I chuckled. Cindy was red-faced. "Maybe you should make a general appeal."

Cindy gathered herself, looking around. "Would anybody like to suck my husband?"