Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Saturday Morning At George & Joan's Written by PlanetDweller (MF, MFFM, FF, FFff, Mf, swingers, swinging, mother/teen daughter, light menstrual sex, light BDSM) Copyright (C) 2001, PlanetDweller. ALL Rights Reserved ++++++++++++++++++ Lee dropped her robe to the faded wood patio deck and eased her way into the bubbling Jacuzzi with us. "Good morning, Dear . . . " Joan, her mother, intoned as she leaned over to kiss her on the cheek, Lee her sixteen-year-old daughter smiling back and lightly kissing her on the lips in return. " 'morning, Casey, Cathy, hope you had a good night's sleep last night . . . " "Yes, we did indeed, Lee . . . " spake Cathy my wife of eleven years as she nestled her back to my chest weightless against it in the slightly chlorinic smelling embryonic vessel " . . . but . . . we're excited, we have to admit . . . we've been looking forward to today for a couple of years . . . " "Did the steaks sit okay last night? . . . I didn't mean to burn the edges like I did . . . " George, Lee's father interjected as gossamer bubbles burst against the rough of his full beard, his chin at waterline. "Yeah, they were good, George . . . you know I like my meat without any pink even if it means charring them a bit . . . " my three trips to the bathroom blowing my guts out last night giving slight but polite and harmless disingenuousness to our host. Lee scooted over to her mother's seat in the four person hottub and eased her back into the spoon of her chest much like Cathy was doing with me. Joan's hands floated up and cupped her daughter's perfect 34C 16-YO puffie breasts as they floated atop the water's edge. Her mouth found Lee's neck and a slow vampire hickeysuck of the fruit of her womb began. Lee's nipples perted up like two miniature torpedoes just under the comfortable cauldron of the oceanblue of the hottub. Joan looked directly at Cathy and smiled. "C'mon, Cathy, get yer butt over here, it's what you've been waiting all these months for, isn't it?" Cathy's arms flayed back and pushed off from the lip of the Jacuzzi, her back breaking contact with my chest as she duckwalked the thirty-six inches across the diameter of the rub. Joan held up one of her daughter's breasts to Cathy's mouth as a single drop of unintentional droll splashed into the sterile brine from the corner of her lips before they clamped down hard on the waiting nipple. Lee just closed her eyes and leaned her head back as my wife did her best lesbian titsuck of the daughter of our close friends. We had known George and Joan for five years, having met them through mutual friends in the swinging world. They owned "Palmetto Society" which was an off-premises hotel social swing club that met monthly at a hotel on the Georgia/South Carolina line and we ran "Wakefield Country Club" a swinging house party club that met at various times at various member-couples' homes in the central North Carolina area. George being the old and wise and grizzled twenty-some-year veteran of the swingscene along with his slightly older but none the less no less beautiful for her years wife Joan had become long-distance mentors of ours over the years, giving us needed advice and counsel on the in's and outs of running a swing club. In all the years our friendship had grown, even when George got it into his head was the only right way because it was his way and being the sweet curmudgeon he was stuck in his heels no matter how much we respectfully disagreed, and I think it was his honesty and strength of character that attracted wifey and I to George and Joan as friends. They had always been honest with their only child, their daughter Lee, about their life-style. Of course when you have multiple couples having sex openly all over your house a couple or more times per month it would kind of hard to hide that fact. From a distance we followed the major development in Lee's life for those past five years. Her first period at age twelve and losing her virginity with her parent's permission six months later at home to an eighteen-year-old neighborhood boy whom she had grown up and liked and then her first lesbian experience with the twenty-three-year-old wife of a couple who G&J were friends with a year after that and her first lesbian experience with her mom soon after that and her attendance at her first Palmetto Social last year when she was fifteen when her sexual energy and appetite just about blew the roof off of the hotel. Everyone there, all the couples attending knew she was a year under the legal limit then but no one cared, least of all Lee. My wife Cathy as bi as she was never expressed any sentiments about swinging with any female under twenty-one before, before the possibility of our schedules finally working out and G&J and Lee and us finally being able to meet each other face-to-face and gentials-to-genitals, that is. When Cathy yacks on incessantly about something it usually means she is -not- too interested in it, bit of a paradox there, but if she -is- interested in something or someone she usually doesn't make a sound about it/them. She didn't mention two words about Lee to me in the weeks leading up to this weekend. And now her mouth was firmly clamped on Lee's left tit as she parted her legs under the half-silvered mirrored water's surface and a slow frig of our friends' teen-age child began. George slowly masturbated himself under the water as I did too even though I knew he had to have seen hotter scenes with his daughter lots of times. "Nice hu, Casey?" "Yep, George, real nice . . . " "I'm sure Lee will want a sample of you too, later, if you'd like to ask . . . " " . . . uh . . . uh, thanks George, I will . . . " "I just meant, Casey, is that you know she's bi, not lesbian . . . " "Uh, yeah, George, I know . . . " In the meantime Cathy's playing with Lee had evolved into a triplekiss and triplegrope with both her and her mom. "Let's go inside to the fuckmats, okay!?" whispered Joan to them. George and mine's three ladies bobbed up and out of the lightly steamy brine, playfully toweling each other off before heading back inside to the pile of futons and exercise mats that George had thoughtfully drug out from the anterior closets earlier that morning after breakfast. Lee pulled her naturally blond locks back and secured them with a hairclip before joining her mom and my wife who were already in a sideways-laying sixty-nine. Lee's tongue worked the one-eighty from her mother's mouth to Cathy's pussy and back and forth again and again. My cock was now fully erect as I sat in an easy chair to one side of the action in the middle of the living room floor. The smell of sweet hickory smoke wafted into the room from the fireplace at far end, its dying embers belying the rising fires of passionwood ablaze just a few feet away. George clicked on the large-screen TV and put it on a 24/7 XXX-movie satellite channel as he silently offered me a refill of my morning coffee, bringing the hand-thrown potterymug over to me as he knelled down beside the chair where I was sitting and made smalltalk as he sipped on his own heavily-sugared java, his thin middle-age frame not being bothered by the liquid calories. "Cathy really, really does love to be with women, doesn't she?" "Yes, she does . . . I do too, that is one thing we have in common!" "After they finish in a bit with each other, why don't you go on over and join in? . . . Joan and Lee won't mind . . . you know I enjoy watching as much as participating . . . " "Aren't you going to join in?" "I've told you, Casey, that for my own reasons I don't fool around with Lee . . . her and her mother are different . . . they're women, together . . . I might join you and Cathy later for a threesome, try Cathy out if she'd like . . . " "Oh you know she'd like, she is bi, not lesbian, George." Cathy and Lee were now in a solo sixty-nine on the mats in the middle of the floor, Joan having gotten up and joined her husband on the couch where George had slid over to after I had gotten up from his easychair. They kissed and tenderly groped each other as they watched the three of us on the mats. I stuck my cock in front of Lee's face as she made an "o" with her mouth to accept it. I hadn't been with a teen-ager since I myself was with a teen-ager and yes, it felt good, different but good than an adult woman's mouth. As she sucked me while frigging my wife's pussy below she mumbled to me between breaths " . . . Dad says you're into S&M a bit . . . " " . . . that's right, Lee . . . " " . . . after we fuck, will you cane me? . . . neither mom or dad like doing it, they never even spanked me as a child . . . but I really do enjoy it . . . so, will ya'? . . . " " . . . sure, Lee, sure . . . " I whispered back her as my hands held the sides of her face and my mouth-fuck of her continued. George got up to answer a knock at the front door. In came Karen, a fifteen-year-old neighborhood girl who was Lee's best friend and whom Lee had turned onto women and selectively swinging three or four months back, 'walked in to our min-orgy wearing a tubetop and Daisy Duke shorts both of which promptly were cast aside as she kissed George and Joan on the cheeks before walking over to us. "Damn, this is hot!" "Well, don't just stand there like some statue, join us!" "Okay, Lee, in just a minute . . . you wan' me to blow your dad first? . . . or your mom? . . . " "This is Casey and Cathy from North Carolina, some of mom and dad's friends I told you about, told you they'd be here today . . . " Lee sputtered under her breath as she began licking Cathy's pussy once more as I moved around to fuck Lee from behind as Cathy gave her head from underneath. "Yeah, hi, Casey, Cathy . . . I'm on my period now, you guys don't mind? . . . " we both nodding "no" as my cock eased Lee's slickening pussy open more as Cathy sucked on her clit and sometimes licked my dick from her position underneath us. "Naw, just leave your tampon in . . . " "Won't that hurt?" "Uh-uh . . . " wifey replied as she slid out from underneath us " . . . and it won't get stuck, either . . . I'll fish it out if Casey rams too deep inside you . . . . " Cathy kneewalked over to a now-kneeling Karen and just jumped her bones, kissing and groping her as she nearly threw her down on the mats and wisboned her legs open before clamping her mouth firmly over Karen's teen-age-sized pudenda, her tampon string hanging to one side of Cathy's lips. Damn, that was hot. I couldn't hold back any longer. Grabbing Lee's hips as she knelt on all fours taking me hard I just started slamming it home. The mats slid slightly underneath us from my vigorous thrusting. George and Joan came over and joined us for a moment. Joan began roughly squeezing her daughter's tits and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. My asshole momentarily puckered tighter than a sour Mt. Olive pickle as my balls felt to the touch of George's hand as he began lightly stroking them as I pounded away inside his daughter's cunt. I knew George wasn't bi at all, in fact I was positive that he was as harmlessly slightly homophobic as I was, our conversations for years prior often going off on rants about all the bi-men in the life-style and how their increasing numbers were ruining the traditional balance of traditional swinging arrangements. As long as he didn't do anything more I didn't care. "Just don't try to kiss me, George!" I playfully sneered at him. Hearing that, my wife Cathy who was doing a hard fisting of Lee's girlfriend next to us just stopped dead in her tracks and began laughing uncontrollably at me, hee-hawing for all she was worth. "It wasn't -that!- funny, Dear!" "Yes it was! . . . I could hear your asshole tighten up from here!" At that everyone except me stopped what they were doing for a second and laughed with but at me, even if it was at my harmless expense. "Sorry Old Bud, didn't mean to break your concentration, was just trying to help you pop the biggest cork you could, sorry . . . " George apologized as he moved a couple of feet away and sat down cross-legged near us as Joan went back to her smooching of her daughter and I tried to regain my composure, my concentration, and my hard-on. Joan moved back and back a tongue-bath of Lee's asshole and my cock as my pace picked up once more. Karen and Cathy slid over to where we where, Karen shoving her cunt into Lee's face as Lee and I continued our fuck and Cathy going over to George to suck him off. Lee pulled her friend's tampon out with her teeth and flung it to one side like a cat playing with a cotton mouse. Joan erected a bit beside me to hold me close to her and hug and kiss me as a finger began a rather hard fuck of her daughter's asshole sans lubricant. "Fuck her in the ass, Casey, fuck my daughter in her ass, NOW!!!, she loves it, don't you baby?" "Yes mama . . . yes! . . . fuck me in the ass!" Spitting quickly on my fingers I lubed my cock as best I could then began poking Lee's anal pucker. Joan grabbed my cock hard and just shoved it as best she could into her only child's butthole, pulling my entire bodyweight forward as she did. Lee's arms were now wrapped around her friend's waist and hips as her oral ministrations of her friend's menstruating pussy continued. Joan rubbed her slightly saggy but never the less still firm tits up and down my chest and back, trying to get me hotter. Having gotten George firm enough, Cathy was now riding him atop him facing "the other way" where she and George could watch us better, George playfully slapping her ass when she'd slow down or stop for a second as her concentration focused more on what we were doing and not enough on George. Joan started rubbing a hardened nipple on my now-unpuckering asshole and that was pretty much it. I started slapping Lee's asscheeks, HARD, and would move to one side or the other to open-palm slap her now-mawing pussy as my fuck of her on all fours got progressively harder and harder. Each hard slap of her pussy or asscheeks made Lee wetter and wetter still. The tip of my cock began poking the eye of her cervical os as my cock seemed to grow as large as it had ever been. Every poke of her cervix I knew had to be causing Lee great pain but with every poke she just flooded out in orgasmic delight. Joan twisted around to scoot underneath her daughter and lap up her literally-dripping cyprinne cuntjuice flow and that truly was it, when I felt Joan's mouth on Lee's pussy and my cock I just started coming and coming and coming even more! My nearing-middle-aged knees couldn't take it anymore. They gave out the same instant my cock did. I collapsed in a heap atop the fuckmats. Lee continued her cunnilingus of her friend for a couple of moments before turning around to scoot atop me and kiss me as I lay panting on the mats. She shoved her tongue in mouth, her friend's menstrual blood still present making it a vampire-lollypop from hell. My breaths drew deep her and her friend's essence as my mouth greedily sucked the product of her unbridled lust from her oral flower. As George and Cathy held each other close their passions spent Joan joining them and Karen snaked up to join Lee and myself in our lustful locking of souls and bodies, I knew it was going to be a fun rest of the weekend. ~ Written in memory of my old friend George P., who passed away a couple of years ago and whose daughter Lee along with his widow Joan is helping keep his memory alive by keeping their local Palmetto Socials going along their more-famous national "In Touch" swingers' convention ~ -30Please send all comments to: planet_dweller@yahoo.com ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Please visit my free erotic stories site at Alt.Sex.Stories.Text.Repository at: https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/PlanetDweller/wwwsaturday