This is a consolidation, revision, and expansion of my Fools Utopia series, originally published on my OralHungry4U profile.
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All characters are at least 18 years of age. None of the characters are related by blood. Family relationship status is in name and label, only, Any resemblance to real people is unintentional and coincidental. You can be assured that the descriptions of places and events are not your town or events. You will find this introduction is a necessary evil in setting the stage for a culture that hides the full range of human character flaws under the thin veneer of civility. This introduction may seem tedious and boring. There is nothing remarkable about the characters. Even so, given enough pressure, all kinds of depravity pops out. The real excitement is in how rumors are squelched and scandals are nipped in the bud. Just think of this as getting to know your new friends and neighbors.
The setting could be any city, dependent on any rural area for necessities. It’s a history that isn’t broken and doesn’t need fixing. I won’t even give the places names. Anonymity complies with the disclaimer.
The Central Characters
Grant Exeter—Father and Husband, in a family of outwardly normal people. It is the secrets they hide from friends and family that make life interesting. He never had a soft life. Growing up on the family farm, he learned the hard lessons of surviving hard times and gained the vision that would build his success. He was never an athlete, just didn’t have time for it. He was reasonably sociable and had friends who would become vital to his future. His huge break was in marrying his wife. That single event set the stage for a life that would grow by leaps and bounds. She showed him reality. That produced the framework for his vision. He was going to make the world forget that he was just a simple farm boy. He would build a new kind of farm, with nice, neat rows of revenue streams.
Naomi Exeter—By all appearances, Naomi was a dedicated wife, mother and social butterfly. Many would try to use her to gain influence with her husband. Her mother didn’t raise a fool. Her natural ability, education, and experience in Advertising & Marketing, made her a master manipulator. Any business conflicts her husband ran into, she would fix them. Over the past 20 years, her rise to leadership roles in social groups and civic organizations made her an influential force. Grant and Naomi are a good team. Grant is always in charge, but Naomi is the woman who knows what’s going on.
Preston Exeter—Son to Grant and Naomi. The best that can be said for him is that he’s a good boy, 95% of the time. It’s the other 5% that keeps his parents in damage control mode. He always finds himself in the roles of Ringleader and Instigator. No one can stay mad at him. His erratic behavior rubs his father’s work ethic the wrong way. He does have enough sense to stay out of legal trouble. His father made it clear when he turned 18. He knew that he would clean up his own mess and pay the damages, himself.
Andrea Exeter—Daughter to Grant and Naomi, Sister to Preston. 22 years old and a bit resentful after years of being the dutiful big sister to 19-year-old Preston. She couldn’t stay mad at him, but she kept a litany of his screw-ups and pranks in the bank. He seemed to be doing better since the consequences of adulthood became a weapon in her arsenal. She wasn’t his mother and didn’t feel any need to be lenient in her punishments. At times, Preston feared her more than their mother. It isn’t all bad. The family dynamic has surprises you aren’t ready for. There will be cameos from characters in the Exeter family social and business circles. Let the games begin. Story chapters will be published regularly. Reader comments and input will be very welcome and seriously considered. I’m not the most perverted sex toy in the underwear drawer,
The week was shaping up to be memorable. Life is good, Grant Exeter thought, as he laid half awake, watching his wife’s naked ass walk around in the bedroom. His groin stirred as he dwelled on thoughts of the things she did to him with her full figured torso and strong thighs. Her responsive body and sexual intensity always amazed him, and their close-knit circle of friends.
Holidays were always a big time in their private universe of business and social relationships. With most of their kids grown, off to college and involved in their own careers, it meant a lot less sneaking around or keeping the kids off to summer camp or day trip activities.
Grant thought on the path his life had taken with a grateful mood. It hadn’t always been easy. His father and grandfather weren’t always on board with his vision. It took vision for a business model. They were old school dirt farmers. His father’s idea of marketing was finding buyers for the crops and a trucking company to haul them. That was why they always ended up singing in church about the promised land and climbing the rough side of the mountain to get there. Grant remembered that it took his ability to devise a plan and follow through with getting things done, to convince them. It was a lesson he learned in a summer internship, while studying for his MBA degree. He was fortunate to have a mentor who taught him the nuts and bolts of the business world. He had a business sense that isn’t taught in school. Over lunch one day, he gave Grant a piece of advice that would stick for years. He waxed impassioned with his sincerity. He said:
“Advertising and Marketing isn’t always suits and ties, making slick presentations with catchy slogans. Every so often, it comes down to doing the dirty work of selling butt plugs to assholes. The trick is in persuading them to bend over and like it.”
Grant had been very successful in fitting big sales into tight places. He had developed a reputation for making a lot of money for many people.
Enough daydreaming. The sounds of morning activity signalled the start of party prep day. Grant thought, with great anticipation, that this would be Preston’s first appearance at one of the big parties. He had missed the Labor Day party by a few days. That was just the breaks of his birthday. The good thing was that it left plenty of time to clue him in on the real activities of the big people’s party. The activities of the past few months made sure that Preston was ready.
Naomi threw on a light pastel Blue robe and bent down to kiss her husband good morning.
” What were you thinking about, just now? “, she asked.
He smiled with what he knew he was going to say. “I was thinking about how good life is and how good you take my cum.”
” That’s because I love how good you give it to me.” she said, with a wink. “I have to go get the kids moving. I’m sure they’re already moving, but they need to get out of bed and get ready.
Naomi pulled the back of her robe up as she walked out of the bedroom. Grant laughed and threw her panties after her.
Naomi heard sounds as she approached the kid’s open bedroom door. It sounded like they were getting close, and she didn’t want to miss it. Naomi admired the arousing sight before her. Naomi could almost taste her son’s cock as she watched them 69. Andrea whimpered around her brother’s cock as he worked his finger into her asshole. They were oblivious to their mother’s presence as the urgency took them over the edge. Naomi watched with admiration as her daughter’s full hips squirmed with the spasms of her pleasure. Preston frantically pawed his sister’s back as he fucked her mouth. They lay there gasping and regaining their senses.
” Hi, Mom! Did you want some, too? We should have waited for you but, you know. . . . . ”
Naomi smirked. “Of course I know! It reminded me of the good old days when I was fucking both your father and grandfather, every day. Now it’s time to get up and get ready. We have a lot of work to do. ”
Fortunately, setting up for these big holiday parties was a snap. Over the years, their business network grew to include quite a number of wholesale suppliers and caterers. It’s like leaving the driving to your friends.
Andrea and Preston enjoyed their showers together. Over the months of Preston’s awakening, they became more than brother and sister. They talked about how excited they were for this weekend. Movie nights at home had changed a lot since last September. Highlight films from past holiday parties had provided plenty of inspiration for the next party.
Andrea teased her brother.
” From what I’ve been hearing, I hope there’s enough of you to go around.”
Preston didn’t flinch. He might not be the biggest stick in the woodpile at 6″, but he could stay hard forever. He wasn’t worried. Not only that, but he answered,” Don’t you worry about that. There’s plenty of me”.
Andrea raised an eyebrow and gave him some news.
“Yolanda Jones told me that she can’t wait to get her hands on you.” That slowed Preston’s roll. Yolanda and her husband were longtime family friends. It turned out to be a considerable addition to the business network to have a crane and rigging contractor in the fold. Back in the day, Yolanda had been their babysitter. It wasn’t until they saw one of the party videos that they knew what Yolanda could do with her big body. Preston’s cock voted for the idea.
Andrea brought him back to reality”. Put that away and get dressed. We have work to do. ”
The Roman Gardens on the Exeter estate was the perfect setting for private parties. The landscaping provided security and privacy. The walks and hedges were laid out to avoid prying eyes. Yet, discreet people with the respect for individual space could remain anonymous and undetected, if watching was their personal kink.
The holiday parties were always fairly informal. Once the guests were pretty well settled in, clothing was optional. Naomi had learned through years of experience that she didn’t want to be doing a lot of running back and forth. No sense in making a celebration into another job, she mused. Over the past two decades, the logistics were very well refined. The guests lacked for nothing, without having to be waited on. No details were overlooked and provisions were plentiful. Every need was supplied, from food and beverages, to sex toys. The activities of one of Naomi’s social groups had a back room activity that the public never would have suspected. The ladies ran one of the fastest growing online sex shops in the world. All the media ever saw was fund-raising drives for charities. The ladies hidden talents also produced ingenious implements of pleasure, which were well represented at the holiday parties.
Back in the Roman Gardens, Andrea and her friends were getting refreshed from their drive home from college. As the conversations moved from the who, what and where, to more intimate conversations, the tension began turning toward closer and more personal interests.
Party day came together with practiced efficiency. Having their own summer camp/private resort solved many problems. The secluded and secured site allowed everyone to relax and get comfortable in the outdoors. They never had to worry about prying eyes.
As the afternoon drifted into evening, guests were streaming in. Preston was busy stocking the coolers with a variety of beverages. That was his big assignment as one of the new guys. He was so busy that he didn’t notice that he had company.
Imagine his surprise to turn around and almost bump head on into Yolanda Jones.
” Oops! Sorry ’bout that, Yolanda! I didn’t know you were there. ”
” That’s alright, Preston. I been waiting all year to bump into you. I was really disappointed that I didn’t get a taste of you last year.”
Preston liked that. “I’ve been thinking about that, myself”. He sucked in a deep breath as he watched her open her blouse. Her big brown acorn- sized nipples begged to be sucked. .
Yolanda smiled at the hunger in his eyes.
” Well, c’mon then. We would rather not be the last to be caught nekkid in the bushes !”
Yolanda led Preston through the zigzag in the privacy hedge by the hand. She turned and pinned Preston to the hedge. He reflexively reached around her to catch his balance, his palms on her hard nipples. Yolanda giggled.
“Easy now, Baby. We’ll get there.” Preston wasn’t so sure.
” You don’t know how I get when I get a peek up your dress”.
Yolanda playfully slapped his arm.
” You nasty boy! I don’t wear panties all the time. If I had known, I would have wet myself.”
Preston laughed. “You don’t know how many times I wanted to wet you, myself.”
When they got through the hedge, they saw four big air mattresses, covered with beach towels. Preston knew from the home videos that this was the standard party setup.
Preston pulled Yolanda to him as he slipped her blouse back off her shoulders. His hands followed down her back, sliding inside the back of her light, baggy shorts. He was half surprised that she was bare-assed under the shorts. He drew her in for a deep kiss, as he pawed her big, brown ass. Her nipples dug into his ribs. They broke for air. Preston’s hands came up under her heavy knockers as she undid his belt buckle.
” You got me started now. You gonna do a lot more to my ass than grab it.”
Yolanda was off to a good start. As Preston’s pants came down, she sank to her knees, taking his cock in her mouth, to the hilt. She made short, tugging motions with her mouth.
” You’re gonna make me cum in your mouth !” Preston hissed, his heart pounding in his throat.
“That’s good, Baby. I want to drink from your nuts, the first time.”
Preston leaned her back, turning to straddle her face. Yolanda laid back, raising her ass, as Preston pulled her shorts off. She whimpered around his stiff cock as he buried his nose in her sopping pussy. Preston took deep, aroused breaths as the smell of her big, womanly cunt filled his head. Yolanda lifted him a bit to catch her breath and moan her approval of the invasion between her legs. She let go as Preston fucked back into her mouth and his tongue found her clit. The little knob grew to the size of the end of his thumb. Yolanda sucked furiously, her hands rubbing his naked ass. She controlled his movements, intent on giving him a good mouth fuck. She felt herself climbing the mountain. Yolanda wrapped her legs around him, pinning his face between her thighs, trapping his head with her ankles. Preston rocked in short twitches, trying to rub one out in her mouth. Yolanda’s legs flew open as waves of joy radiated through her belly, up to her nipples. Preston grunted the force of his cum, as Yolanda gushed her deep juices in his face. They collapsed as Yolanda nursed on his leaking cock. Preston rolled off to the side, He took deep, ragged breaths. As he came back down to earth, Yolanda stirred. Yolanda rolled to sit up. She turned to snuggle on Preston’s chest, throwing a fat thigh over his legs. She nuzzled his neck until he responded. He turned to kiss her. Yolanda opened her lips, the taste of his cum still in her mouth, and sucked on his tongue.
Anne Hitchcock and her husband Jonathan walked along the cart path, enjoying the late Spring weather. Dressed more for the beach than a golf course, they would have looked out of place if not for this private party. Anne in a bikini top and a wrap around her wide hips presented a striking sight. She didn’t have the magazine cover beach body. Her big tits strained against the bikini top. Her round belly, big hips and thighs were naked under the wrap. It was quite a departure from her day job. Tightly restrained in bra and girdle, no one would have thought that Anne would ever have a dirty thought in her life. Jonathan wore a T-shirt and baggy swim trunks. The motion of his gait gave hints of his thick, half erect cock. As they strode along, the cart path curved along a shoulder-high hedge. They heard faint noises of exertion. The cadence in the breathing was unmistakable.
” Someone is having a good time”, Anne smirked. Jonarhan came up behind her, running his hands down the sides of her tits, inside the cups of her bikini, to tug on her engorged nipples. Anne ground her ass on his rising dick.
” Let’s have a look. ”
They made their way through the hedge path. When they turned the corner, the sounds were louder and more urgent. They just had to get a peek.
As they looked around the hedge, they saw a young man, straddling an obviously much older Black woman, in a 69. They watched as Yolanda’s big, pawing hands roamed over Preston’s ass and back. As her right hand strayed, her index finger finding his young asshole. She teased and rubbed, much to Preston’s surprise. He exhaled in a big gush into Yolanda’s fat pussy gash. That set her off. She bucked and grabbed his ass, soaking his face with her cum. Preston went over the edge. His muscles strained and rippled as he flattened his balls on Yolanda’s nose. His nuts clenched as he pumped semen down Yolanda’s throat.
As they watched, Anne’s hand was inside her wrap, two fingers buried deep in her pussy, furiously frigging herself. When Preston rolled off Yolanda, they waited and watched. Modesty scattered to the four winds, Anne’s tits hung down under her pulled up bikini top. Jonathan had tossed his T-shirt. He had dropped his swim trunks and stepped out of them. They waited for the cuddling and kissing, before stepping out in the open.
” Good afternoon, Yolanda, “Jonathan’s deep voice intoned. “Always a pleasure to see you.”
Yolanda rolled and looked back toward the hedge.
” Why, Jonathan Hitchcock! Were you two perverts spying on us? ”
Anne laughed out loud.
“Yolanda, were you taking advantage of young Mr. Preston, here”?
” Can’t take advantage of a grown-ass man. You saw he knows how to take what he wants. Looks like he’s about ready for some of your sugar.”
Preston was fixated on Anne’s big hangers. He believed that his stare hardened her long reddish-brown nipples.
Anne’s steamy crotch was leaking.
“My sugar is sweet and ready, Preston. Come and take it.”
Preston rolled to his knees and stood up. His six-foot frame surprised Anne.
” My, how you’ve grown. It seems like only yesterday, you were bouncing up the steps of the library. ”
Preston was amused. “I’m a lot more than a bookworm, now, Ms. Anne. I’ve been putting my studies to work”.
Anne had kept up with the town grapevine. She knew that Preston was on the fast track to big things.
” Come here and give thirsty Annie something good.”
Anne was in gear now. She lived for these parties. She could get out of her hidebound clothes and public life and feed her cravings.
Preston stepped up and fed his cock to her. He shuddered as her hungry mouth tugged and sucked on him.
Yolanda was warmed up. She had been drooling over Jonathan’s thick root.
” Well, Mr. Jonathan. I suppose you come back for more of this fine Black ass. I been keepin’ it warm for you. ”
Jonathan didn’t need a second invitation.
” I know you get your fine ass warmed regularly, Yolanda. First, I need some of that good pussy.”
Jonathan sank to his knees and Yolanda opened up to meet his mouth. His tongue probed and plowed her primed gash. She sure didn’t need much foreplay. She planted her feet on the ground, grabbed his head in both hands, and fucked his mouth. Yolanda knew that he could handle it rough. He came right back at her. They rocked like rutting animals. Yolanda felt the urge building in her belly. Their hot, rolling lust quickened. With a sharp cry, her floodgates opened. Spray flew past Jonathan’s ears as Yolanda’s legs flopped open, helplessly. Jonathan raised and aimed his needy cock at her reddened hole. He ran his dickhead up and down her gash, torturing her thumb sized clit with his knob. Yolanda gasped as her lips gave way to his force. Jonathan moved in deep, even strokes. He thrust all the way in and held it there. Yolanda accepted his invader as a lover. She rhythmically rolled her hips, milking him. She needed it rough now. It was like a clock ticking in her head. The alarm just went off. She hooked her legs behind his, dragging him into her hungry sex. Jonathan rose and began driving in and out of Yolanda’s drooling hole. The sound of slapping bellies picked up pace. It seemed like the whole world smelled like pussy.
Preston was daydreaming. He had visions of bare titted Anne doing this in the library. Preston right hand on the back of her head, his left hand tugging on a big nipple, while he throat-fucked her. He needed to level the playing field to buy himself some time. Preston let go of her tit and pushed her head down and to the side, with both hands. He reached down and worked three fingers into her big, matronly gash. He furiously pumped Anne’s sloppy hole, his palm rhythmically slapping her meaty mound. His cock popped out of her mouth as she came with an audible exhalation, her cum spasms soaking his wrist with her squirt. Strike while the iron is hot, he thought. He pulled his fingers out enough to fold his thumb and pinkie over and work his hand and the first 4″ of his forearm into Anne’s upturned cunt. He worked his arm in and out with a twisting motion, feeling for her G-spot with his fingertips. Preston knew he hit pay dirt when Anne hoarsely bellowed her passion. Preston rapidly worked his fingertips in a pulling motion, like a cat trying to scratch a mouse out from under a dresser. Anne cried out as her spew sprayed Preston’s arm and chest. Her deep juices rained down on her inner thighs and belly. Anne fell back, her chest heaving as she fought for air.
As she settled down, she gazed up at Preston through lidded eyes.
“Oh, fuck. . . I came so hard, I thought I was going to give birth.”
Jonathan came over on his knees, bent down and kissed his wife. He smiled and asked, “What are we going to name the baby?”
Joan Cochran and Liz Capizzi arrived just in time. While the Johnson twins were starting to get frisky with Toby and Lamar, Andrea’s friends from the football team, Naomi was thinking about where she would fit in. She had been tingling for days over the thought of 2 athletic and muscular college football players having their way with her. That would have to wait. While the boys explored the Johnson twins, she would have quality time with Joan, Liz and Andrea.
Liz gave Naomi a more than social embrace. “Naomi ! I almost lost my mind, counting the days. You look amazing !
Naomi returned the affectionate squeeze and whispered in her ear, “No need to go crazy, Liz. I have plans for you.”
They broke the embrace and Liz got to the hot topic. Liz was always on point.
” So tell me about this new toy you’ve been working on, Naomi. I hear it’s to die for.”
Naomi beamed. “This is the best idea I’ve had in years. You might as well see what I’m talking about.”
With that, she reached into her tote for the new package. She opened the box to reveal a very lifelike vibrator. Made of the latest materials, the silicone outer sleeve looked and felt real. That was where the similarity ended. Its shape was a stroke of genius. Liz and Joan marvelled at the sight of 7 cock heads, stacked atop each other, from base to tip. The length was deceptively normal, at 8″. The fascination was in the taper. From a thumb sized little pecker head at the tip, to an intimidating pussy splitter at the base, it had the promise of being all things to all women.
Liz was intrigued. “I hope that thing doesn’t kill me !”
Naomi sprung the punchline on her. “The big surprise is the oscillating, reciprocating core. You just adjust the speed until it pops your cork ! Trust me, my dear. If my pussy can’t say ‘no’ to this bad boy, yours wont.”
The ladies burst out in laughter. Joan always thought ahead. She joked, “Good thing we’re outdoors. No one will have to clean up the mess !”
Meanwhile, over on the blankets, things were developing, nicely. The Johnson twins, Tracey and Tina, were amazing. Tall, blonde and leggy, they already had a photo shoot for a major fashion line to their credit. They never had to worry about tuition or male attention. For that matter, Naomi thought she might get a chance with them. Right at the moment, the twins were taking turns, lollipopping Toby Erickson’s 9″ cock.
“Oh, to be 23 and resilient again,” Naomi wistfully pined. The atmosphere was electric as Naomi watched Toby’s muscles ripple in response to the girls’ enthusiasm. At 6 foot 4 and 248 lbs, he was everything a college linebacker should be.
Naomi marvelled at the sight of Andrea, riding Lamar Stillman’s big black cock. Naomi sucked in a deep breath, remembering how Lamar could take it to the house, and her pussy with it.
Yes, this Memorial Day was going to be one for the ages.
Naomi wasn’t one to neglect her guests. Joan and Liz knew the drill, having had a lot of practice getting things started. They were experimenting with a couple of the new vibrators. Their soft curves were a different sight than the younger women. Joan’s hips and ass were more well-rounded than Liz, but Liz was taller, and her 40D breasts were still amazing in their bounce.
Joan was first to see Naomi sitting down, next to them. Her hair, disheveled, and her face flushed, Joan gushed in excited testimonial. “I’ve cum twice, and I haven’t even turned it on. It’s sooo good, I could just fuck myself with it !”
“I know very well, sweet baby. Let me help you.” Naomi leaned down and started with drawn out, tender kisses, as she reached down and turned the vibrator on the lowest setting. Joan grunted and lifted her ass at the sudden sensation. “Uhm … mmm ! Please, Naomi. Go slow. I want it to last.” Naomi reassured her.
” Oh, I will. I know that you’ll fuck me good with this, after you get your ass shaken.” Naomi turned and straddled Joan’s face. She wasn’t wearing panties, just for this occasion.
Liz watched the unfolding scene. Her vibrator humming to feed her hungry pussy. She let her urge build, getting herself in time with the 2 women in front of her.
The activities were well under way as small groups of guests were still arriving. Preston Exeter arrived in the company of Yolanda and Lyonda Jones, Anne and Jonathan Hitchcock, Bill and Linda Carthan and their adult namesakes. The younger Hitchcocks and Carthans had been Preston’s friends from day one.
Amy Hitchcock captivated people with her bright and energetic personality. The simmering sensuality under the surface of her full-figured body, didn’t hurt, either. Her brother Don was the quiet one. He was perfectly happy, playing video games with Preston. It was parties like this that were part of the process, bringing him out if his shell. Preston clued him in, in general terms. As far as he knew, he was here to socialize and meet people. Preston didn’t tell him that this party would give him many firsts, before it was over. The 19-year-old virgin would experience his first blowjob, his first older woman and a world of possibilities.
The younger Carthans were interesting. Jenny Carthan was cute in a pixie sort of way. She was very petite at 5’2″ and a healthy 118 lbs., she was nicely filled out, Her carriage and public persona would never lead people to believe she possessed hidden sensual talents. This wasn’t a public setting. She was among friends and could open up without looking over her shoulder. This would be fun.
Her brother Gary was an outgoing risk-taker. From competitive skateboarding, to training for marathons, he was down for it. His goals were to win both the X Games and the Iron Man. He worked hard at it. He really needed to chill out. Up to now, girls were workout and running partners. Girls were attracted to him because he never hit on them. A lot of girls wished he would hit on them. There was no doubt that he respected them as people. A perfect gentleman is the foundation of an adult, but that has limitations. His personality had developed very well. Today, his body would catch up.
Arnold and Helen Tinwitty are a real piece of work. They were literally, a match made in Hell. Publicly, they were a loving and supportive couple. In their professional and private lives, they were under no such restraint. They were true sociopaths.
Arnold was legendary for his troubleshooting and problem-solving skills. Yet, every department head in the company cringed, at the sight of his approach. No one wanted his attention. He had a reputation for ruining people’s jobs and lives. He appeared to do so with the emotional detachment of a serial killer. For all of his confrontational behavior, he didn’t have the balls to fire someone, face-to-face. He does have a guilty conscience, however. It does pop out, as we shall see.
His wife Helen was every bit as cruel and detached as her husband. Morning coffee couldn’t fix her personality. She was a tyrant who literally asked employees how long they had been working there, not counting today. No one wants to be in the same room with her. Helen tried to carry her domineering persona into her sex life. She imagined herself to be a Dominatrix. She entered the BDSM community as Mistress Cruel the Beast. Her nagging guilt made that a short-lived fantasy. She could only experience release and satisfaction as a Submissive. Their guilty burdens dovetailed together, perfectly.
We find this perfectly matched couple in a small grove of trees. Helen is naked. A dog collar and three feet of chain, attached to an eye bolt set in concrete, secures her. Her hips are suspended from a tree by a harness that spreads her ass cheeks. Her toes barely touch the ground.
Arnold sits, handcuffed to a chair. He is wearing a cock cage and diaper. A bag over his head with eyeholes tells everyone that he is nobody. It is a small price to pay for the privilege of seeing his wife violated and used as a cum dump. If anyone noticed him, they rewarded him by pissing on him. He truly despised his hateful shrew of a wife.
At work, a Black man wouldn’t dare speak to her, without being spoken to. Yet here she was, getting mouth-,fucked by a thick, black dong. His big, leaking cock head bulged her cheek, as he used her mouth for a pussy. He held the back of her head, to get himself a good feel. As he got close, he began bucking. He started using the entrance of her throat for a cervix. Her gagging noises spurred him on. Helen gripped his cock with her tongue and jerked him off, with her mouth. Nutting in her mouth, he pumped thick streams of spunk until she gasped for air. Thick stringers of semen hung from her mouth, as gobs of spunk fell to the ground.
Helen hung from the harness, her head almost touching the ground. Her fat ass crack grinned obscenely. The vibrator tethered in her pussy hummed against the butt plug in her ass. The sheen of her juices visibly coated her inner thighs.
A surprisingly young man walked up behind Helen’s suspended haunches. Not seeing or smelling any semen between her legs, he remived the vubrator and buried his face in her vulva. He gently chewed on her mound, tasting her musk. She grunted and squealed. The helpless feeling of being unable to push against the ground brought feelings of panic. The young man’s arousal ramped up. He drove his nose into the entrance to her vagina, as he worked the butt plug with his fingers. He suddenly plunged his thumb into her cunt. Her gasps and groans told him everything he needed to know. He vigorously frigged her, as he gripped her clit with his lips and sucked with smacking sounds. Helen cried out as a gusher of her deep juices sprayed out. She collapsed against her harness, her flabby cellulite shaking, and her tits engorged with the effects of her orgasm. As she tried to straighten up, he plunged his cock all the way in to her. He repeated his penetration several times, until he felt her responding to the animal rhythm of his rutting. He settled in to getting a good feel. Helplessly impaled on his energetic instrument of lust, she had no choice but to ride the waves of repeating orgasms. The young man grabbed her love handles and speared her to the hilt. His spunk pulsed into her as her ass shook in hard contractions.
The Black man was finishing abusing Arnold. He had washed his cock in Arnold’s mouth. Now, he tucked his dick down the neck of Arnold’s shirt and let a steady stream of piss soak Arnold’s chest and belly. As he stood back and shook his cock in Arnold’s face, Arnold thanked him.
The younger Hitchcocks and Carthans ambled along, engaged in rambling conversation. The late Spring air and sunny warmth created a relaxed, informal ambience. The girls quickly realized that the boys romantic skills lagged far behind their social skills. They realized that, if they were waiting for the boys to make “the move”, that train wasn’t about to leave the station. When the boys got into an animated discussion of sports current events, the girls lagged behind to develop a plan. As they compared notes and giggled over their dates clueless behavior, the guys never noticed the girls being apart from them. Obviously, the girls needed to do a seduction intervention. It wouldn’t be easy. Jenny laughed when she expressed her doubts that they even knew what masturbation was. As they approached one of the private areas, Amy split off to check it out. She came back to report that she had seen that the spot was free and clear. They could park themselves and continue with refreshments, in comfort. They entered and Amy maneuvered Gary to one of the air mattresses, leaving her brother Don to Jenny. Amy knew more about her mother’s amorous techniques than her mother would have suspected. She had left a few boys wondering what happened to them. Compared to Jenny, she was a real cherry picker. They got soft drinks from the coolers and settled in for a pleasant afternoon. Little did he know, but Gary wouldn’t even remember his clothes coming off.
Amy started right in on him. She got cuddly, pressing her nipple into Gary’s bicep. The hard nub was pushing the right button. Her fingers lightly stroked his face and neck. She initiated intense eye contact that clearly said that she wanted him. She drew him into a deep kiss, as her hand roamed down and groped his crotch. Guys may be dense and slow, but they all get that message. Amy had Gary’s pants undone and down to his knees, in no time. She took his dick in her mouth, to the hilt, before he had a chance to get fully hard. Amy loved sucking cock, more than anything. She knew which buttons to push. To her practiced hands, it was more a matter of caressing the buttons. Things might be moving faster than he was sure he wanted, but Gary was all in. After a few minutes, he responded with aggressive moves of his own. He worked his hands inside Amy’s light cotton shorts. Finding no panties, he bored his fingers into the naked warmth between her legs.
The urge rapidly accelerated. They were completely naked in seconds. Gary’s senses were overwhelmed as Amy pushed him on his back and mounted him. She reached down and lined his very nice 7 inches up with her ready and inviting entrance. She sank down, steadily impaling herself on him. They were so into it that they forgot they weren’t alone.
Don and Jenny felt lost in a developing fog of graphic eroticism. All of their senses were engaged. The smells and sounds amplified the sights. They became aware that their own touches now had meaning. Amy’s petite body molded itself to Don’s strong wiry frame. She straddled him, as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Clothes disappeared. Don laid Jenny on her side, turning to explore Jenny’s small frame.
He found surprises. Her small breasts were topped with pencil eraser sized nipples. The response to his touch and mouth was immediate. Jenny squirmed and moaned as Don searched out her treasure. He found his way to her mound and her scent drew him in. His tongue ramped through her delicate pink lips. Jenny hummed in his mouth, grinding her clit against his plundering tongue. She stroked his girthy member with both hands, as she tried to get her mouth around his big mushroom head. As she nursed on the reddened knob, he almost came. The taste of his precum was like adrenaline to her. She forced half of his meaty shaft into her cute little mouth. Her moans and sucking sounds intensified. They had to have each other. They spun around to take each other. Taking his shaft in both hands, she used the head to masturbate herself. Soon, the head stayed lined up with her entrance. Jenny cried out, as Don began to slowly split her open.
Meanwhile, Gary and Amy were striving toward climax. Amy was convinced that people watched too much porn. She didn’t believe that made-for-the -camera orgasms were right. She told Gary to empty his nuts in her mouth. He pulled out and turned to straddle her. With his cock hanging in her face, she grabbed him with both hands. Plunging his dick deep into her mouth, she sucked and jerked him off. He grunted and shouted his release into her sopping pussy, as she soaked his face. They collapsed and rolled to their sides. Their hoarse breathing gradually returned to normal. They were transfixed by the sight of Jenny’s tiny body trying to wrap legs and arms around Don’s straining muscles. Something had to give. The clapping of their bellies ended with a hard cum, deep in her pussy. Awkward! Jenny had been on birth control for 2 years, but Don didn’t know that. The calm response from Jenny put Don at ease. They showered together in the portable shower. . Jonathan and Anne Hitchcock came along just in time to see the umpteenth man shoot his load all over Helen Tinwitty’s exposed ass and back. While Jonathan stepped up for his turn, Anne walked up to Arnold. She raised the front of her sundress, dropping it over his head. Straddling his face, she pulled the bag off his head and ground her well-used pussy into his mouth. She grabbed his head and fucked his face to a nice little cum. Anne squatted slightly and sprayed her piss, all over his face and chest. She stepped back and put the bag back over his head. She turned to watch her husband, balls deep in Helen Tinwitty. Anne walked in front of Helen and put the front of her dress over Helen’s head. She made her lick the fresh piss from her pussy. Husband and wife spit roasted, by a woman. They hoped that got caught on film. Jonathan came around and finished off in Helen’s face.
As Naomi, Joan and Liz lay, fucked and toyed out, Andrea walked up. She had her college football friends in tow.
She smirked “Are you ladies ready for some real dick?”
Naomi was certainly ready. She had been craving some Black dick, for a long time.
“Perfect timing, Andrea! Show the goodies that you brought us. Watching you and the twins, playing with the boys, really got us going.”
Lamar walked up to Naomi. “Andrea told me I should see you about getting what’s good for me. I see a lot that’s good for me.”
Naomi’s pussy drooled. She grabbed Lamar’s shorts and pulled them down. His half-hard Black dick hung in her face. His more than 10 inches of Black dick, thick as a soda can, begged to be sucked. Naomi suckled the head, while fisting his shaft. Her other hand fondled his big, hanging balls. Lamar grunted his approval, as he rocked his cock, in and out of her mouth. Naomi tasted pussy on his dick, fueling the fire in her cunt.
Meanwhile, Andrea watched, as Toby turned his attention to Joan and Liz. With fond memories, she thought of how the ladies wanted to meet her, after she turned 18. When the time came, they and her mother taught her how to suck and fuck. Andrea was thinking, Toby is great in bed, but there was still room for her to get busy.
Meanwhile, Grant Exeter patrolled the grounds, checking up on the needs of his guests. He came upon Jorge and Rita Ortiz. Jorge was a Foreman on one if the Exeter farms. He was an energetic, can-do guy. His focus was always on what he got done, not what he was thinking about doing.
Rita’s upbeat, cheerful personality brightened any gathering. It goes without saying, that she loved to suck and fuck. She was built for it. Big hips, wide ass and big tits got lots of attention. Her big, brown nipples begged to be sucked. They found a vacant party area and settled in for some fun.
After all his years of experience, Grant considered sucking dick to be an acquired taste. Truth be told, he wasn’t all that crazy about eating pussy, either. Now, he considered such things to be a developed skill, like swimming, biking, and bowling. The important thing for him was getting good at anything he wanted to do.
As they settled in, they grabbed drinks and engaged in small talk. Eventually, the men began fondling Rita’s tits. She was wearing a sundress, without a bra. That made her nipples taste good, through the cloth. Grant moved down to get his head under Rita’s dress. He found that she wasn’t wearing panties, either. He marveled at the fact that Hispanic women always seemed to have the most amazing cameltoes
It always made him hard, just thinking about parting those plush folds. With that thought, Grant was going to get some, right now. Grant plowed his tongue down through the musky folds of Rita’s pussy. She squirmed under his relentless mouth. Rita grabbed Grant’s head, masturbating herself, with his face. She cried out things in Spanish. Grant picked up enough to know what to do. He forced his way downward and lashed at her asshole, with his tongue. As he probed her crack, her words became guttural gibberish. She started cumming, soaking his face and making the whole world smell like pussy. Grant pinned her down, grinding his chin on her clit. When she bucked upward, he slipped two fingers into her asshole. All of this time, Jorge and Rita had been taking turns, sucking Grant’s cock. He was ready. He slipped his fingers out and turned around. It was Jorge’s turn. Grant gripped his shaft, taking his cockhead in his mouth, for a good suck. Jorge’s balls were like a big, dark peach. Grant went down to the hilt on him, slowly and repeatedly. The repetition was maddening. Rita nudged Grant. She wanted a taste, too. She went down on her husband, forcefully fucking him with her mouth. Jorge begged her to stop. She turned and squatted over him. She aimed his cock at her sex and took him to the root, with practiced ease. Once she was in place, Grant took his place behind her. One thing he had always loved was ass fucking. He had been fudge packing his housekeeper. Yolanda Jones, for decades. He took a bottle of lube, dribbling some into Rita’s ass crack. He rubbed the slippery jell in with his fingers. Grant gave his cock the same treatment. He rubbed the tip of his cock in her crack, finding her anus. Grant leaned forward, putting steady pressure on her hole. When the rim of his cockhead violated her sphincter, Rita groaned at his invasion. She rolled her ass in slow circles until Grant was completely filling her rectum. The trio began a slow, measured rhythm, a rolling screw on top of Jorge’s stiff cock. Grant began to withdraw and plunge with evenly timed strokes. The smack of his belly on Rita’s ass became louder. The jelly rolls of her back and belly rippled in time to the motion of her ass, meeting Grant’s thrusts. They urged each other on with lewd instructions and filthy responses. The sounds of flesh on flesh and cries of ecstasy reached the tipping point. Rita begged them to cum in her and make her their pig. Jorge erupted into his wife’s love tunnel. Grant slammed into Rita’s ass. His balls emptied into her rectum. His ass and thigh muscles flexed as his spasms seized control of his body. They collapsed in a heap, breathing hard and barely able to move. As they began to stir, they took stock of the aftermath. Jorge’s crotch was covered with mixed cum. As Rita lay in immobile dreamland, rivulets of cum leaked out of her pussy and ass. As his dick laid limp between his legs, the cum pooled above it. Rita rolled off her husband and sprawled, flat on her back. Her pubic hair was a wet, dense mat of tangled bush. Her fingers idly played in the mess.
The scene with Naomi, Joan, Liz and Andrea heated up, with no sign of cooling down. Lamar Stillman had been reaming Naomi for quite a long time. It was times like these that gave the lusty cougar her hunger for young meat. Naomi had been aggressively taken in 69, Cowboy, Side-by-side, and was now being railed in Doggy. The constant banging from more than 10 inches of hot, black dick was taking its toll. Naomi had cum so many times that she was fucked out. Lamar had to hold her up by her hips, just to keep going. He was using her body for a cum rag. She wouldn’t be done, until Lamar was done. Now was as good a time as any. Lamar heaved into Naomi. Spurts of warm semen filled her to overflowing. Lamar’s spunk was leaking out of her, before he finished. He fell back, his dick flailing back on his belly, as he collapsed on his back. Naomi sprawled out on her belly. Her reddened gash might very well be done for the day.
Linebackers usually don’t like being double-teamed and flat on their backs. Today, Toby Erickson made an exception. He was having the time of his life with two hungry, mature ladies and the hottest college girl he knew. Andrea had been telling him for weeks that this party would be the best weekend, ever. He didn’t quite believe her when she said that this would be better than any Spring Break. Turns out, she was right. It wasn’t as crowded as South Beach, and there was a greater variety of willing pussy around. He had never had such an opportunity to get his freak on. Andrea was the coolest girl he had ever dated. She was a true free spirit. They hit it off on the first date. He never expected her to suck him off in the car. From that night on, the relationship grew. It just got cooler as it went. The first time that Andrea brought him home to meet her parents, he didn’t know what to expect. This was moving faster than he expected. He certainly wasn’t looking for an exclusive relationship. Imagine his surprise, when Naomi took him on a tour of the house. As he learned, the tour included a blowjob in the bathroom and an hour in Naomi’s bed. Toby was nervous, the whole time. He was worried about anyone looking for them. Be didn’t need to worry. Naomi put him at ease, as they were getting dressed. All she said was
“Don’t worry about a thing. We know what goes on in this house”.
As Toby learned in his next conversation with Andrea, he didn’t need to worry. It turns out that Andrea knew everything, before it happened. When she brought it up. Toby didn’t know what to say. Andrea grinned and slapped him on the arm.
“Relax, Dude! You made a big play today. Mom can’t get enough of your big dick. I suspect her friends will feel the same way”.
The surprises didn’t end there. That night Andrea’s dad sucked his dick, fresh from her mother’s pussy.
So, here Toby finds himself today. He is being ridden hard by two of Naomi’s hot cougar friends. Joan is having a turn on his cock, while Liz rides his mouth. In turn, Liz is devouring Andrea’s hot little cunt. Joan has cum twice, riding him like a mad woman. Toby pinches and tugs her nipples with one hand, while he works two fingers into Liz’s ass. Liz responds like the horny slut that she is.
“You dirty little bastard! Ream my ass. I love it”. Liz came hard, mewling and moaning. She soaked Toby’s face and collapsed on top of him. He kept his fingers in her ass, probing for when she wanted more. Andrea got a momentary rest, as Liz recovered from her orgasm. She was breathing hard into Andrea’s pussy, as drool escaped her lips.
Joan was getting close. Her talk was matching her arousal.
“Fuck me! Cum in me. Make me wish I was your momma!”.
That last statement caught everyone by surprise. Joan didn’t have any children.
Preston decided to check up on his friends, the Carthans and Hitchcocks. He had a good idea as to where they went. He didn’t expect to find any virgins, when he got there. On the way, he encountered his friends from town, Connie and Barb. He had invited them and given them passes to the event.
“Preston! We’ve been looking for you. We’re two vulnerable young ladies, in need of a chaperone”.
Preston was amused. “I don’t know about a chaperone. But I can be your tour guide”.
The girls were happy with that. Their plan was to get Preston in a private place, and fuck him. Since everyone’s plans fit together, off they went. The girls tagged along gleefully, as Preston seemed to know where they were going. As they approached the destination, Preston cautioned them to be quiet. He went on ahead, into the hedges. The girls followed along, like they were on a secret mission. As they reached the clearing, they saw the naked Carthans and Hitchcocks, relaxing and engaged in easy conversation. Preston greeted them.
“Hey guys. Are you having fun, yet”?
Amy beamed. “We had a lot of fun. Who are your friends”?
Preston made the introductions, and they all settled in on the air mattresses.
Connie asked the burning question.
“Who’s up for some more fun”?
Amy was quick on the trigger and pulled Preston’s shorts down to his knees. She swallowed his cock like she had forgotten breakfast, that morning.
Connie got her answer. Barb saw that Gary Carthan was now a free wheel. She rolled toward him, and their bodies started to get better acquainted. Don and Jenny weren’t sure what to do. Connie solved the problem. She settled in between Don and Jenny. She began to strip, while suggesting that the other two, do the same. The party was now literally, in full swing. Preston tossed a handful of condoms on the mattress, with the admonition,
“Be safe. We aren’t here to make babies”.
The girls knew what to do. They took charge. They soon had the guys ready to go out in the rain. Gary and Don were quick learners. They learned that they liked getting their dicks sucked. They were learning that pussies were wonderlands, to be explored.
Gary was learning what a hot little fuck Barb was. Inside her compact, chubby body was dynamite. Her multi-orgasmic responses made her a wildcat, in bed. Gary was able to hold off, as the condom kept his senses in check. Barb came 4 times in rising intensity. Gary kept her impaled, letting her have her way. He reveled in the feeling of her hungry pussy. Barb pawed his back and gripped him with her legs. Gary shook her like a rag doll, with quick, hunching thrusts that pinned her ass to the mattress.
Barb cried out with her 4th orgasm.
“Come in my mouth! I want to taste you”.
Gary pulled out and ripped the condom off. Leaning over Barb’s face, he stroked streams of cum into her mouth and down her neck. Barb took him in her mouth, loving the taste of his naked cock.
Preston and Amy had been getting reacquainted in 69. Kissing pussy and kissing a mouth had a lot in common. Preston believed that the way he kissed a girl’s mouth told her a lot about the way he would eat her pussy. By Amy’s responses, he was right. They disengaged and regrouped. Since Amy was on birth control, Preston could take her bareback. They settled into Missionary, with all the kissing and fondling that is customary for old friends. In all the time that Preston and Amy had known each other, they always fit together, just right.
Connie, Don and Jenny had built up a full head of steam. The girls had been taking turns. Going down full throat on Gary. He reached the point where they were either going to make him cum, or kill him. They switched positions. With the girls in 69. Don put on a condom and began to enter Connie from behind. Jenny sucked his balls and played with Connie’s clit.
Don’s limited experience didn’t give him much to go on. In his estimation, this was good fucking. He just knew that he liked it. The sight and feel of Connie’s ass bouncing against his belly excited him. A new mouth between Jenny’s legs gave her new sensations. They had arrived at new accommodation in communication. They were now more than friends. The pace picked up. Jenny was cumming and Connie was drinking in her juices. Don was now hunching at Connie’s ass, filling her with dick. He pulled out, tossed the condom aside, and rained gobs of cum on Connie’s ass and back.
Preston and Amy were being good to each other. Their needs matched each other. They ramped up into a staccato rhythm of short, baby making thrusts. Preston stayed in deep, ready for the strong orgasm that he felt cumming in Amy. Birth control or not, this was how it was done. He could hold out no longer. Amy’s legs hooked behind his, pulling him in. That gave him the leverage to shoot thick streams of cum into Amy’s belly. They laid there, in intimate embrace, enjoying each other’s warmth.
A planeload of guests arrived to the party, late. The Ransom, Compton, Sexton and Teardon families, with their adult children, were all members of the same Swing club, on the West Coast. Many of them had done video, through their club. They were genuine porn stars. These families had business ties to the Exeters, going back to the old days.
Ron and Yvette Ransom were charter members of their club. Ron had the people skills. He just naturally set people at ease and broke the ice for people. No one at one of his parties ever felt left out.
Yvette just oozed sensuality. If a man was next to her for too long, he would just cum in his pants. The pheromones were literally in the air. Eye contact with her was all the seduction she needed.
Carl Compton was a big housing developer. He started out with a truck and some tools. When he met Grant Exeter with his dream, his business took off. He was one of the innovators. Overcoming resistance was difficult, at first. Those days had a lot of negative press about ‘cookie cutter’ houses. His were no such thing. With the list of available floor plans, features and options that he could package on the assembly line, it was possible to produce as many as 340 different home models. The average turnaround time, from order date to move in date, was 23 days. His dream made him a Billionaire. In 30 years, he had built 300,000 homes, in more than 500 housing developments. Besides that, he just went out of his way to make good things happen, for little people. Thousands of people, trapped in the inner cities, got their dream homes in the ‘burbs. They had real yards and real lawns. Their kids got to attend better schools. The list of sports and industry professionals that came from those families, was impressive. For Carl, believing in people mattered. Socially, Carl met everyone as an equal. He made sure that he was at the same eye level, with everyone. That went well, at parties like this. He got his fair share of nookie, just because he wasn’t pushy and offensive. Let’s just say that he knew how to talk to the ladies.
Carl’s wife, Carmen was the perfect compliment to her husband. A caring, compassionate, and empathic woman, Carmen just fit in a lot of situations. Through their club, they had helped many 18-year-olds celebrate their entry into adulthood. All these years later, there were many people who said that their first sexual experience was the best.
Randy Sexton went by the name, ‘Hot Rod’ He built engines for racing applications. His products could be found in the record books of every racing organization, on the planet. He knew about making power. Of course, success required more than tooling and talent. His business skills made the sales. That’s how he met Grant Exeter. He had a dream for growing grassroots racing. He saw the need to keep people in the game, and out of the poor house. Many local groups sprang up in the past 34 years. Their vibrant cultures and cost limiting rules assured future growth. Of course, he had stories for every change in the wind direction. That got him a lot of attention, at parties like this.
Randy’s wife, Wendy was a live wire. Her quick wit and sultry aura made every man wonder if she was trying to get into his pants. If she was, they didn’t have to wonder, for long. Hidden under her easy confidence and reserved social presence, lurked a burning hunger for cock.
Larry Teardon wasn’t your average lawyer. He was one of those college football stars that never got a chance in the NFL. No matter. After passing the Bar exam, he was more interested in street level solutions. Through the 35-year association with the Exeter Group, he had established programs that enabled people to grow their own food, fix their own cars and appliances, and even build their own homes. Everywhere he went, he saw talent pools that were either ignored, or not deemed to be worth hiring. Now, those people were too independent to beg the for-profit Fat Cats for a job. Parties like this were just part of the perks that go with making good things happen.
Evelyn Teardon had an ‘everyone’s mom’ personality. Anyone could tell her anything, and it wouldn’t come back to bite them. She was the stability that drew people together. Her thing at these parties was more emotional than anything else. She sought out the wallflower. She would spot a man or woman, seemingly withdrawn from activities. Evelyn would engage them in conversation, leading them to a more private place. Sometimes, they would just talk. Sex isn’t all bumping uglies and bodily fluids. Sometimes, sex did happen. One thing Evelyn was sure of. Sex was better when people cared about each other.
Grant Exeter greeted the new guests, warmly. They were all good friends that he didn’t get to see, often enough. After getting everyone refreshments, they caught up with each other and their news. Grant assured the new guests that Naomi, Andrea, and Preston would be along shortly. Grant had sent messengers to find them and let them know that there were new guests.
Naomi, Andrea, and Preston arrived, after showering and getting a change of clothes. Feeling refreshed and more presentable, they could relax. The atmosphere was so sexually charged at these parties, that it was easy to forget to be just people.
They made the rounds and introductions. Since Preston was the only one that the new group didn’t know, he got a lot of attention. Some ladies openly showed physical attraction. When all was said, he gravitated more toward Evelyn Teardon. She seemed to be more of a conversationalist. She took an interest in his studies and internship. Evelyn saw immediately that Preston was a decent human being. She liked his fresh energy and his practical views on life. As the conversation advanced, Evelyn asked how he was enjoying his first party. Being a gentleman, he answered that it was everything that he expected, and left it at that. Of course, Evelyn knew more than she was telling, as well. Evelyn probed a bit.
“I’m thinking that you’ve seen and done things that polite people don’t talk about”.
Preston was caught. The momentary hesitation in his response said all that needed to be said. He took a deep breath and regathered his composure.
“Without going into detail, and betraying confidences, I did have a good time”.
Evelyn was impressed with his discretion. She was no prude, and someone was going to get into her panties before the day was done. It just wasn’t going to be broadcast news.
Evelyn reassured Preston. “I do admire your respect for boundaries. I like sex as much as the next girl, but I’m no Exhibitionist. I have no need to shout it to the world”.
Preston felt no inclination to hit on the lady. She was certainly attractive. He just needed to recharge his batteries.
Evelyn felt about as bold as she ever gets. She almost never put out feelers.
“Well, Preston. We’ll see how the rest of the day goes. Catch up with me later, and we can continue our conversation”.
Preston gave Evelyn a polite social hug and continued on his way.
Preston moved along. He saw that Wendy Sexton was in an animated conversation with a few guys, his father among them. As Preston walked by, Wendy flashed him some thong. That was odd. He just had the feeling that he wasn’t the reason that she flashed, at all. Maybe he was reading more into it than was really there. For him, it was a non-issue. Perhaps Wendy was just casting a wide net. It just felt strange to feel like the hunted. Preston had pretty much exhausted the conversations in this group. He decided to wander around and contemplate.
As he walked along, he saw people ahead of him. As he got closer, he recognized Yvette Ransom. She was on her knees, right out in the open, giving a guy head. Preston watched her head bobbing up and down. The man grabbed her head, without warning, and came in her mouth. As she sat back, he zipped up and unceremoniously walked away. He never said a word to Yvette. WTH! I guess some people just like their sex cheap and sleazy.
Preston felt sorry for Yvette. As he approached her, he was cautious. She might not want to talk to anyone, after such a cruel and demeaning experience.
Yvette looked up and recognized Preston, from earlier. She was apologetic, which surprised Preston.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. I thought we were going to get more private. I wanted more than a mouthful of cum. He had other ideas”.
Preston felt her disappointment. “That is horrible. You traveled all this way, just to run into that. I’m so sorry that happened. If I see that guy again. I’ll report him, and he won’t be invited to any more parties”.
Yvette was more forgiving. “Oh, no! I don’t want to cause anyone any trouble. I really did want to suck his dick. It was just that I wanted more than that. I can tell right now, that you would have treated me better than that”. Yvette looked directly into Preston’s eyes. He froze on the spot. Frozen might not be the right word. His heart raced. He suddenly felt very warm. He felt himself being drawn into her. Preston didn’t feel himself moving, but he was suddenly in a deep, soft kiss. Yvette breathed in his ear, “Come with me. I’ll make this all better.”
Preston was amused. She talked about the sordid sight that he had just witnessed, as though it was just a scratch.
They found a break in the hedge and followed the maze. They emerged to the familiar air mattresses and beach towels. As they settled on a mattress, Preston was thinking that there was something intoxicating about this woman. With just one look, he felt drugged. Just from their embrace, it felt like she was already fucking him. Preston felt compelled to follow the trail. They exchanged a series of short, exploratory kisses. The trail drew Preston downward. Into her neck, down her chest, he lifted her blouse, as he got to her navel. He could now smell her arousal. Preston believed that he was close to the source of her mesmerizing presence. He just had to know. He moved to the ground, on his knees. Preston ducked his head under her skirt and rubbed his face on her thighs. As he approached his goal, her musk got to him. If you put her thong between 2 slices of bread, he would eat it. He just had to have a taste. Yvette’s legs flew open, and he suddenly had a cloth covered mouthful of muff. Yvette squealed. All she wanted was to fuck Preston’s face. Her heat rose, and she came, even before he got her panties off. She needed to taste him. She stripped off her blouse and bra. Preston was still in her, nose first. She wanted out of her skirt. She unzipped and tried to raise up to slide her skirt down. Preston came out from under. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped his shorts. Yvette pulled him up alongside her, and turned to mount him 69. Preston yanked her thong down and went for the little tuft of hair at the top of her pussy lips. Despite her earlier experience, she swallowed Preston’s dick. She couldn’t help herself. She just loved sucking cock. God, what this boy was doing to her pussy! She didn’t feel bad about thinking of him as a boy. Yvette had to be old enough to be his mother. She paid attention to his dick. It wasn’t big, but it was so stiff. She just knew he could do things with it that would make her pussy talk. Her pussy didn’t talk with sound. It talked with sensations and movement. Her pussy could dance. Her pussy wanted to pole dance on this boy. He may be an adult, but Yvette was going to teach him some things. She raised herself and turned to straddle him. Her eyes burned into his, as she impaled herself on him. Her vaginal muscles whispered dirty things to his cock. Preston felt enveloped by this woman. He wasn’t worried about lasting long enough. This fascinating woman was in control.
They were barely moving, but this experience was intense. Something about this woman supercharged Preston’s senses. He could hardly whisper.
“Yvette, what are you doing to me? I can’t think straight. What should I do?”
Yvette’s heart melted with his sudden innocence. She just had to educate him.
“Why, I’m fucking you, of course. Do you know what Tantric sex is? It’s the way that our bodies talk to each other. Trust me. It will be wonderful.”
Preston felt better. Yvette obviously knew what she was doing. As they laid so still, Preston’s senses were heightened in ways he didn’t know were possible. He just saw things that he never took notice of, before. He just had to say something.
“Yvette, your facial expressions are fascinating. I’m trying to read what you’re thinking, but I’m not sure. I just don’t want to break the mood.”
Yvette smiled. “You won’t break this mood, Preston. I’ve been thinking only good things. You’re making it easy to do that, believe me. I know this isn’t anything you’ve seen before, but I’m going to be good to you. We’re going to be good to each other.”
They laid there, while soft kisses and touches made wordless conversation. There were little things, little twitches and tingles. Preston was amazed that he could stay so hard, without moving.
Yvette announced a change in plan. In a calm voice, she stated,
“I’m about to cum. It won’t be anything like what you know. It will be very good for me. Then, it will be your turn. We will then do something more like what you know. Don’t worry about how to do it. You’ll be fine.”
Preston was paying attention, now. He didn’t know what to expect, but he knew he was going to learn something. Ah! He knew it when he felt it. Yvette’s eyes closed in concentration. Preston began feeling a thousand little fingers playing with his cock. The intensity increased exponentially. He was dangerously close to cumming, himself. Just as he thought he could take no more, the sensations faded to a whisper. He didn’t know it now, but after researching Tantric sex and the Kama Sutra, he would learn that he had experienced the legendary Spider pussy. Most men had never heard of it. Even fewer actually felt it.
“That was amazing, Yvette. I’ve never felt anything like that, before. Did you really cum?”
Yvette smiled up at him, from dreamland. “You can still see my cum. Just look down. You can still see the result.”
He hadn’t taken his gaze from her face until this moment. As he scanned down, he saw the rosy glow gradually fading from her neck and chest. He expressed his wonder.
Yvette began with details of what happened and how it happened. She told him it was like no other orgasm. It began with tiny shivers and finished with strong, deep spasms. She pointed out to him that they were both now soaking wet. Ah! Now, he felt it. In fact, there was actually a puddle, under the beach towel.
“Now, it’s your turn. Just go with the flow. Just let momma rock you.”
Preston felt Yvette begin flexing her thigh and ass muscles. He knew what Kegel exercises were. This was more aggressive. Yvette began rocking back and forth, almost imperceptibly. She began undulating her belly and crotch. Preston felt himself floating. Yvette became more insistent with her motions. When she ground her mound on him, he felt his cock being milked. Their breathing became more labored. Yvette cried out with another orgasm, Her spasms dragged him with her. Usually, his climax began in his balls. This one began in his lower back and spread up and down his spine. When the rhythm reached its peak, the feeling raced up his cock, carrying spurts of cum, with it. He was spent. Right now, he didn’t know if he would even want sex again, today. He didn’t care.
Yvette was ecstatic. She couldn’t say enough good about his performance. It was just beyond words for him.
Yvette laid on him, whispering in his ear and kissing his neck. When she recovered, she sat up on him.
She said, “I needed your patience and everything you did, to be able to do what I did. I didn’t tell you that beforehand. I didn’t want to burden you with performance anxiety. Now, I can tell you why this was so important to me. For me, sex isn’t just sex. It means something. Because you trusted me, you will never be just another guy, to me. If the opportunity presents itself, I would want this with you, again. My husband understands this because I taught him these same lessons. You should know that not one in a thousand men can connect with me, in this way. It’s not a learned ability. Western religious people fear it because their Puritan roots teach that anything spiritual that suggests any other culture is evil. That may seem just simple prejudice, but they are running a franchise business. They don’t allow anything that doesn’t make them money. You don’t have to worry about that. You just be good to people, no matter who they are. It’s a pure heart and a clear conscience that matters. When life gets rough, and it will, just remember that you are special to me.”
This was a lot for Preston to digest. He just let it sit for now.
“Yvette, you showed me things I didn’t know were possible. You took me to a place where I want to be. Will I ever see that again?”
“Be still, Preston. Some things can’t be forced. You will recognize the special souls that connect with you, in this way. There are no criteria for searching them out. Just knowing that they are out there, will draw them to you. More importantly, you will learn more about whom you need to be.”
They finished dressing and walked back to the group area, hand-in-hand. They got curious looks from the other families, except from Ron Ransom. He just knew.
Preston sat down, between his mother and sister. He didn’t see his father. Naomi read his mind.
“Your father is busy. He went to help spit roast and gangbang Wendy. He’s probably going to be awhile.”
After what Preston had just experienced, that just sounded crude.
Andrea picked up on his vibe, right away.:She hugged his arm and looked into his eyes, searching for something.
“I don’t know what happened to you, out there. Somehow, you’re different, now. Yvette Ransom must have something to do with it. Whatever it is, it makes me want you, bad.”
No ducking this one, Preston thought. He leaned into his sister and whispered,
“Yes, I am different, now. Yes, Yvette had everything to do with it. I’ll tell you about it, later. I might even show you” Andrea sat up and slapped his arm. “You’d better show me! You know you can’t hold out on me.”
This exchange was not lost on Naomi. She knew her son well. To tell the truth, she was a little wet in the panties, herself. She might have to talk with Yvette Ransom.
Carl and Carmen Compton were on a leisurely stroll around the grounds. They heard music. As they approached the Pavilion at the Event Center, they saw a group of young people, dancing and cavorting around. There were the normal couples, sucking face. That brought back memories. Carl and Carmen weren’t ever full tilt Flower Children, but they understood the times and the hormones. Some things never really change. They stopped to say hello, in passing. They knew they wouldn’t get very far, crashing a young people’s party. The couple found a picnic table, in a shady spot. They just sat and enjoyed the late afternoon Spring air, soaking in the sights and sounds of life around them. Carl and Carmen had been around long enough to know that all good things would come to them. Preston’s friends, Connie and Barb, had stuck together after their little group had moved on. They didn’t really know anyone here, and they really weren’t looking for anything wild. As they approached the Pavilion, they saw a couple they hadn’t seen, before. They were a bit older than they would like. Maybe they just needed to sit in a quiet place. They greeted the couple and engaged in small talk. The couple invited them to take a seat. They were tired of walking, so they parked themselves. After going through the list of usual introductory questions, they got to talking about the party. When Connie learned that they had arrived late and hadn’t really found what they were looking for, Connie jumped on that. She could be abrupt, like that. She bluntly asked what they were looking for. The Comptons gave a bit of their history with young, inexperienced people. The girls were intrigued by the Compton emphasis on the emotional aspects of intimacy. Connie admitted that she was bored with the heat of the moment stuff. There was just something missing. Carmen made the analogy about being in a crowd, then suddenly being in an empty room. She said that described hit-and-run sex. Connie and Barb had the light bulb go on. They realized that they were human beings, not gerbils or hamsters. This conversation was interesting. It was a right time, right place thing. Carmen suggested to the girls that they find some privacy. She confided in the girls that she just liked to play with herself outdoors, sometimes. The girls giggled. They asked if they might learn some new things. They gathered their belongings and headed to the hedges.
Connie and Barb slowed and put some space between themselves and the Comptons. They just wanted to compare notes. They agreed that there was just something real, about these people. Connie and Barb picked up the pace and caught up with the Comptons. They found the entrance to the lawn area. The Comptons wasted no time. Carmen’s blouse and bra came off, quickly. The Comptons explained that they were Nudists. With their kids grown and gone, they had no reason to wear clothes around the house. They had also developed an Exhibitionist streak. When they knew that one if the kids was stopping by. They made sure they got caught, fucking. They had stories to tell. Now that they were naked, the girls had something to check out. Carl’s cock was a very solid, beefy 6 inches. He could definitely split their holes. Carmen’s big hangers displayed her age. Perky was no longer a word that described her tits, but they weren’t nursing home udders, either. Her hard, rubbery nipples were an inch long, and dark cherry colored in their arousal. They grabbed drinks and settled on an air mattress. As the sun lowered in the dusk hours, the Comptons regaled Connie and Barb with bawdy tales of their home life. Carmen started with her personal high point. One afternoon, during her nap time, the phone rang. With fingers plunged into her cunt, she used her other hand to answer the phone. Her daughter and a friend were going to stop by. Carmen was feeling dangerous. She told her daughter to tell her friend to be ready to fuck her mother. Carmen never asked the gender of the friend. Her daughter told her to be careful about what she wished for. Carmen was warned that she was definitely going to get fucked. As it turned out, her daughter and the friend had just finished a workout at the gym. The daughter told her that she had just been put up against the wall, in the shower. Her friend had pinned her hands high up the wall with one hand, while she finger-fucked her silly, with the other.
When they showed up, they walked in on Carmen. They found her with 3 fingers, slowly and deeply plowing her sloppy gash. Carmen could really keep her cunt hot and juicy, for hours. The friend was a bigger surprise than Carmen expected. The girl was 6 foot 3 and very athletic. Her thighs showed years of leg work, in the gym. As Carmen later learned, the girl had done a YouTube video, crushing a watermelon with her thighs. Everyone knew what they were there for. As the visitors stripped down, the big girl’s storied basketball career was on full display. Her 38 DD tits were high and firm from strenuous exertion, trapped in a tight sports bra. They had to work against that stretchy fabric. From the first time she got a taste of her coach, she loved eating pussy. The big girl dove right in. She was having hot snapper with a side of sloppy clam, for lunch. She liked an order of starfish, for dessert. Carmen’s daughter loved riding her mother’s face. Very few women could take her fucking, that way. They had a lot of practice, over the years. Carmen had perfect timing. Spearing her daughter’s pussy with her tongue, she worked 2 fingers into her ass. Meanwhile, the big girl savored Carmen’s hot fuck hole. It wasn’t very often that she got bush in her face, and she loved it. Most of her lovers had shaved pussies. The big girl sensed Carmen’s orgasm approaching. She worked a finger, deep into Carmen’s asshole. The sudden invasion brought out a filthy stream of obscene language, muffled into the daughter’s pussy. The thrashing and bucking collapsed in a tangled heap. The 3 women had turned the bed into a soaked mess. Carmen told the girls not to worry about it. Her husband liked to smell the wet spot.
Connie and Barb had been taking turns. Slowly nursing on Carl’s dick. They listened to every word from Carmen, but the lure of fresh, hard dick demanded their attention. Carmen was clearly the storyteller in the Compton house. The girls took a break from sucking to ask questions. Connie wanted to know if Carmen always got that rough, in bed. The answer was simple. Carmen could be rough with her more experienced lovers. The guys that smelled their mother’s panties and the girls who liked threesomes with their parents, were keepers. The reason for the difference made perfect sense. The guys with mommy issues responded to different things. They went animal when urged to knock their mommy up. The girls were different. They just wanted the attention from their daddies. They definitely didn’t want anyone cumming in them.
The Comptons had a real thing for the barely legal. They were very careful about verifying I.D. They did a better job than just carding people. Their attorney did the legwork on background checks of prospective candidates. Once a guy or girl cleared the background check, school was in session. The Comptons believed that they were performing a public service in training the future lovers of America. They placed a heavy emphasis on interpersonal conduct, in the early lessons.
They taught that inconsiderate and insensitive behavior was a turn off. It was just common sense. If people want good sex, they have to treat their partners well.
When Carmen went to the supermarket, she was shopping for more than food. The Comptons had a ready supply of new ‘graduates’. Over the years, it became a real cat and mouse game. Women with a newfound sex drive prowled the market, searching for new dick. Young guys took shifty, dead end jobs, just to hunt horny, older women. It was a game with clearly defined rules. In recent years, Carmen found herself being hit on by young girls. Carl found the same conditions in department stores, diners, convenience stores and the like. In the last decade, they had many Bisexual encounters.
One of their favorites had come home for the summer, from college. He was hung like a horse and had the endurance of a bulldozer. Carl came home from work, one day, to hear his wife shouting
“Give it to me! Knock your momma up. Fuck me!”
He got to the bedroom, just in time to see his wife, with her legs pinned to her chest. Her lovers cock worked in and out, gripped by her reddened, distended pussy lips. He hit bottom and rubbed his big balls in her ass crack, as he nutted deep in her baby maker. Carmen’s lovers knew that she was way past making babies. They just never thought about that little detail. When the young bull rolled off her. The naked Carl took his deflating cock in his mouth. Carmen whispered in her lover’s ear,
“Carl likes to taste the guy who got his pig ready for him”.
The fresh new guys needed a different approach. They didn’t have the jaded, clueless attitude from chasing pussy. Their experience didn’t go much beyond diddling there high school sweethearts and fumbling with clothing fasteners. They had a lot to learn. The Comptons were the right teachers. The new bloods were actually a respite for them. They were much humbler. The Comptons noted that arrogance often came out of experience. They concluded that so many young people were just taught the wrong people skills. In their estimation, these defects carried into other aspects of lives. People who were poor lovers also made bad co-workers and questionable friends. They reasoned that they needed to help people fix themselves.
A recent example of the teachable type illustrates the condition, Jerry is a nice young man. He is polite, well-mannered and insecure in social situations. He was so timid that he was clueless, when girls showed any interest in him. Jerry never had a date in high school, because he never tried. This was a young man who deserved to be helped. Carmen had a good plan. She was pleasant with him, when she saw him working. She was never aggressive. Carmen wanted him to see her as a friendly lady. Over time, he relaxed. Jerry didn’t see her as a potential threat. In fact, there were indications that he didn’t see her in a sexual way, at all. For many of these young guys, they felt threatened by sexual beings. It wasn’t their fault. After years of being bullied by more assertive peers and ridiculed by girls, they came out of school, damaged. It’s a wonder that more of them didn’t grow up to be serial killers. Somebody had to teach them better. Carmen was doing her part. Today, she could count more than 300 who became responsible and considerate human beings. She had friendships that had been there for 30 years. Back to Jerry. His circumstances had changed. He no longer had a ride to and from work. That was no problem. Carmen offered to arrange her schedule to get him to and from work. Over time, they regularly stopped at local places for coffee or a sandwich, after work. As she got to know him, it became painfully obvious that he was resented, at home. His parents did care about him. They were happy that he had a job. They just wondered when and if, he would ever move out. His father had turned gruff about it, after graduation. Jerry had insulated himself from the abuse. Being told that he was as useless as tits on a boar, got old, a long time ago.
Carmen saw that Jerry needed a trustworthy friend, more than he needed a lover. One of her husband’s companies was hiring ground crew for a new project. She approached Carl about offering Jerry a job. He didn’t have the experience, but he was diligent and honest. Carl had Carmen set up a job interview.
The next day, Carmen made the offer. Jerry acted like a man, rescued from a dungeon. He wanted a better job. He just took the supermarket job to avoid his father, kicking him out of the house. Carmen filled him in on the details. He was worried about not knowing what to do. Carmen told him that the job would start with 2 weeks of orientation and hands-on training. He would start on ground crew. That involved cleaning up debris and moving building materials around. Carmen floated a trial balloon. If everything worked out, the Comptons could help him get his own place. That was a possibility that was never on the table for Jerry, before. Jerry had gotten his hopes up, before. He had seen enough of people who claimed to care about him. His father was the worst offender. He never lifted a finger, to help him. Carmen reassured him.
“You just do a good job, Jerry. Everything will work out. You’ll see”.
As many people learn, all it takes is for just one person, to believe in them. That opens up a whole new world.
As the weeks played out, Jerry proved to be a good hire. He was motivated and interested. His interests leaned more toward architectural and clerical vocations. Since he was now making half again the hourly rate, and with almost twice as many hours as the supermarket, he had more options. He also had more time. He wasn’t working weekends and odd hours. Jerry began taking Accounting and design related classes, at the community college. This turned his workdays into 12-hour days, but they were regular hours. The consistency gave him confidence. Carmen was a great help in developing his career interests. At every point, she let him know that she was proud of his accomplishments. Now was the time to begin the next stage in Jerry’s growth. He never discussed dating issues. From what little Carmen learned from him, he was far more interested in getting on his feet, than finding a girlfriend. Carmen saw that he just needed confidence. The cruel world didn’t provide much opportunity to gain either experience or confidence. That would gradually change, over the next month. Carmen invited Jerry to have dinner with her and Carl, on Friday night. He didn’t have classes on Fridays, and he could find some refuge from the world, to unwind.
What Carmen didn’t tell Jerry was that they would be joined by Ashley, a recent graduate of their informal life skills classes. Ashley was now a regular bed partner, on weekends. Their first time with Ashley was memorable. She is 5 foot 4, and barely 100 lbs. She wasn’t a virgin, but her only sexual experience was unpleasant. Rude boys hurt girls and walk away. Carl changed that for her. He stayed still, with only the head of his cock in her, for almost an hour. Carmen was there to comfort her. Ashley began to respond to Carmen’s touches and kisses. She came, many times. Her vagina began to adjust to Carl’s girth. He began making exploratory probes. He wasn’t making real thrusts. Carl just gave her opportunities to show what she wanted. She began moving, squirming her ass, in slow circles. Carl, now seated deeper in her pussy, began a slow, rocking motion. He had promised her that he would not cum in her. That greatly relieved her. She was scared to death of pregnancy. This was a major trust issue, and would not be violated. Her fears gone, she moved her hips in wanton hunger. Carl responded to her with full stroking thrusts. Every few thrusts, he touched bottom, and Ashley had another orgasm. Carl’s grunts and groans signaled his imminent orgasm. He pulled out and straddled Ashley, spraying cum on her chest, neck, and face. When Ashley tasted his cum, she grabbed his dick and sucked on the head. As Carl slumped to the bed, Ashley followed him. As his cock deflated, Ashley took more of him, in her mouth. Carmen moved, so that Ashley could watch her play with herself, while she sucked her husband’s cock. The way Carmen had planned the evening, the dinner and socializing would end too late, for Jerry to go home. Carmen was sure that Jerry wouldn’t want to go home, anyway. Ashley was a very engaging and alluring personality.
Friday came and Carmen began preparing for the evening. Dinner would be simple fare with great variety. The salad would come from fresh garden greens and carrots, radishes, cucumbers, and bean sprouts. The main course would be comprised of Beef Lasagna, Ribeye Steak, Baked or Mashed Potatoes. The chef was open to suggestions, during preparations. The Compton’s chef was most accommodating. He could read people’s moods and tastes. A simple conversation would produce specialties that people didn’t know they had asked for.
While they were waiting for Ashley and Jerry to arrive, Carmen and Carl went over the game plan. During dinner, Carmen would be showing more skin than Jerry was used to seeing, in public. She would be more giggly and less motherly. If things progressed well, she would be more touchy-feely. Any time that both Carl and Ashley were out of the room at the same time, would be a chance to get feedback from Jerry. His responses would indicate the next step.
Once dinner was over, and they retired to the game room, the evening could be filled with any game available. Carl and Carmen would try to steer the choices to recent movie releases. They had a ready list of dramas, with sexual subplots. From Romantic Comedies, to Action Adventure, the bases were covered. All of them contained at least partial nudity. Carmen would be providing real flashes of cleavage and crotch. That would depend on Jerry’s reactions.
Ashley arrived from work. They caught up on the news of her day, and it was time for Carmen to pick Jerry up, from the worksite. Her panties were already damp. Carmen had to control herself. She couldn’t afford to screw this up. On the way back, Carmen would tell Jerry about Ashley. It would make the evening more interesting for Jerry. With the wheels in his head already turning, his senses would be heightened.
When they arrived at the house, Jerry wanted to head straight to the shower. Carmen suggested that he could at least make his greeting, on his way to the shower. Jerry nodded his assent, and agreed. They entered the kitchen entrance, from the garage. The chef just smiled, as they said good evening, and passed through. They headed for the lounge area, where they expected to find Carl. Carmen stopped short, placing a hand , firmly in Jerry’s chest. Carl was there, and Ashley was seated in an adjacent armchair. She seemed flushed. Jerry figured that she was shy around new people. He didn’t know that Carl had his hand in her panties, not 2 minutes ago.
Carmen required Carl’s assistance. He followed her out of the room.
“That was a close one, Carl. I had to stall Jerry, long enough for you to get your hand out of Ashley’s crotch. What did she say”?
“Nothing. She just licked my fingers”.
“If we had time, I’d pull your pants down and suck your cock”.
“That’s what Ashley said”.
When they returned, Jerry and Ashley were talking shop. As Carl and Carmen entered the room, Jerry excused himself.
“Please excuse me. I need to get upstairs and get a shower, before dinner. Nice to meet you, Ashley”.
With that, he turned and headed for the shower.
As Jerry soaped down, he was thinking. Something was off. First, who was this Ashley, and why does she just suddenly get sprung on him”?
The ride home was strange. No, not strange, but weird. He couldn’t be sure if it was deliberate, or not. Carmen was showing two more buttons of cleavage. He ignored it, until she reached over and played with her tit, twice. He thought he was imagining it, until the second time. She was deliberately pinching her nipple, hard. He watched her facial expression change from pleasure, to pain, and back again.
As Jerry mused on these things, his body responded. His dick stiffened. He started to fondle and stroke. Every time he thought about stopping, he saw Carmen’s face, her jaw falling open, her glazed expression. Just for a moment, he had the urge to just kiss her. He thought of just finishing his shower, and being done with it. It was too late now. He stroked his dick, shaking it in the water spray. He braced himself against the shower wall. His body shook as he pumped spurts if cum on the wall. Whew! That came out of nowhere, Jerry thought. Time to get ready for dinner.
When they gathered for dinner, Carmen was wearing a dress that he had never seen, before. It was a Lavender, loose hanging material. The dress was backless, with a deep V neckline. It wasn’t quite Oscar Night worthy, but it was close. On Carmen’s mature figure, it was borderline obscene. Carmen caught him looking her up and down. When his eyes came back up, she was looking right at him. She just winked, smiled, and turned away. She didn’t walk away. Carmen just left him there, staring at her ass. He didn’t see any pantie lines. As they were seated, the wait staff seemed to be dressed in less than professional attire. As the waitress poured drinks, her nipples were clearly visible, over the top of her skimpy outfit. When she got to Jerry, she made a special effort to rub her tit, on his shoulder. As he thought earlier, something was different, tonight. He didn’t understand it yet, but something clandestine was afoot. Little did he know, the evening was just beginning. Over the course of dinner, conversation remained without apparent reason, it was just news snippets, sound bites from gossip shows, and sitcom drivel. Carl excused himself and got up, saying he needed to set the TV for tonight’s movies. He walked to the lounge area and disappeared. A few moments later, Ashley said she needed to get to the restroom. She smiled at Jerry as she stood, and walked away. Now began an awkward silence, as Jerry and Carmen were left in the room. Carmen broke the silence.”Jerry, my dear. I know that you’ve noticed that some things are different, now. We have grown very fond of you. All of us consider you to be part of our family. We have a great evening planned. It will probably be quite late, when we wind down. We have a guest room ready for you. We would like you to stay here, at least until your own place is ready. If you have questions tonight, just ask me. I’ll explain anything for you”.
Jerry felt on shaky ground.
“Now that you mentioned questions, where are Carl and Ashley? Shouldn’t they be back, by now”?
“Oh, don’t worry about them. They’ll be fine. Just think about here and now. Just go with it.”
With that, Carmen stood and walked to him. She leaned down and began a long, hungry kiss. Jerry was at a loss. His hands were moving, but what to do with them? His hand slipped inside Carmen’s dress. He suddenly had a palm, full of tit. Carman wasted no time. She reached into her dress and pushed Jerry’s hand down to her pussy. He was right. She wasn’t wearing panties. While they were busy, the waitress got naked. She pressed her nipples into their faces. Carmen broke their kiss, taking a tit in her mouth. She let go, and whispered in his ear,
“Let’s go up to your room”.
They stripped Jerry naked and left his clothes, where they landed. As they walked up the stairs, they heard obvious sounds of sex, coming from different parts of the house. Jerry looked puzzled. Carmen gave him a knowing look.
“Everything will be explained to you, tonight”.
They entered Jerry’s room. He started to close the door, but Carmen stopped him.
“This is the first explanation. After dinner, we don’t close bedroom doors. You never know who might want to have sex with you. We want you to understand that, just because a girl has sex with you, that doesn’t mean that she’s The One. Committed relationships are built on completely different priorities. Do you understand this explanation”?
Jerry was beginning to see the puzzle come together.
“Yes, I understand. I just have questions”.
Carmen smiled. “Ask away”!
“First, what are the rules and limits? I don’t want to offend anyone. For instance, I don’t want to step on toes by showing interest in someone’s wife, mother, daughter, etc.”.
“Anyone can either accept or decline anyone’s advances. It’s a simple rule. As long as you observe generally accepted standards of civility, you will have no problems. In fact, you should never lack for sex, again”.
Jerry now knew where he stood.
“I’m ready, now. We can go ahead”.
Carmen pulled the dress from her shoulders, and let it drop to the floor.
Carmen slid her arms over Jerry’s shoulders until their mouths met, She closed her arms around his head and worked her lips on his, literally sucking his face. She stepped to open her legs wider. Jerry felt her tits rubbing his chest. He felt his rising dick, rubbing her belly. His hands roamed her body, from her full, plush ass, up to her magnificent side tits. His fingers pinched and tugged her nipples. She broke their kiss. As she leaned back, Jerry saw the same slack-jawed look, that he saw in the car.
“I want you to cum in my mouth, the first time”.
The waitress had been rubbing herself on his back and ass.
“Then, I want you to fuck me”.
Carmen was humping his hand with growing urgency. Jerry wanted her to cum, before she sucked his cock. He burrowed his fingers between her pussy lips. He was feeling what a hot fuck she was. Jerry hooked his fingertips and penetrated her vagina. He wiggled his fingers, lifting her slightly. She cried out in sudden orgasm. She slid down to sit on the bed. Carmen took Jerry’s cock into her mouth and tugged on his cock head, with her tongue. Jerry held the top of her head, humping her mouth like a pussy. This was so much better than jerking off, in the shower.”My name is Maria”, whispered the waitress. Maria was playing with his ass crack.
“Your fingers are making me crazy, Maria.”
Jerry wasn’t going to last long, the way that Carmen was fucking him with her mouth. He felt the surge building in his balls. His cock pulsed against Carmen’s massaging tongue. Her mouth filled with his salty cum.
“Mmm mm mmm” Carmen hummed, savoring the taste of his cum. She sat back and smiled up at Jerry.
Carmen was moved to tears. She looked up at Jerry with admiration.
“I have wanted to have close, intimate sex with you, since the first time I saw you. As I got to know you, I found you to be one of the most pure and open people I have ever known. You are going to be a wonderful man, more than a lover”.
Maria was getting squirmy. She reached around to play with Jerry’s dick. Carmen moved over, as Jerry sat on the bed. Maria straddled him. She was hot and ready. Jerry plunged 2 fingers into her pussy. He had a compulsion to feel her cum. Hearing a woman voice her orgasm in unleashed lust had him hooked. That moment of intense response would always be his goal. Maria rocked and hunched against his frigging fingers. Her responses told Jerry how she needed to be fucked. Jerry had recovered under the onslaught of Maria’s need. Jerry sucked in her tit and pulled the nipple, with his teeth. He gently tugged her through, as wave after wave of orgasmic spasms wracked her body. He rolled her down to the bed and wormed his cock into her pussy. She cried out her need as he fed the stretching she craved, into her belly. Maria’s vagina was so sensitive after her climax. Jerry just held himself in her, waiting for her to recover her strength. Her need wouldn’t return until her muscles recovered. Many times, distance runners fall and can’t move, after a race. So it can be with sex. Many distance runners go for short sprints, after they get back on their feet. It’s just trying everything out, to make sure everything works. Maria was regaining herself, regaining her urge. She began moving, as feeling returned. Her rhythm wanted to start. Her vagina just kept trying, and trying again. The first time she rolled her hips, Jerry started slow, complete thrusts. Each time he stopped, she signalled with another hip roll. They settled into a steady motion. At this rate, they would get there. It was like watching for the next bus to arrive. Carmen was propped up on one elbow, playing with herself. Watching them, she knew that she could fuck with this young man, all night long. She liked his approach. His attention to his partner was encouraging. This empathic connection was remarkable, considering that they had just met at dinner.
Maria had her groove back. She only worked weekends for the Comptons. The best part was that they paid well enough that she didn’t need to work during the week. The perks that added spice to the job was that it was a safe place for a girl to get laid. Everyone on the property was carefully screened. Even when on duty, she could steal away, long enough for a quickie. The hard rule on that was no sex was allowed in the kitchen. Find a bathroom, do your thing, and wash your hands, when you’re done.
She had grown into a special relationship with the Comptons. They recognized that her appetites had the potential to cause her a lot of trouble. She didn’t have the resources to do background checks that the Comptons had. She still didn’t understand why turning 18 suddenly turned her into a bad guy. Her desire for very inexperienced young guys created a minefield for her. In this age of extremely sophisticated fake ID, phony profiles on social media, and questionable connections on chat lines, the world was a dangerous place. Bad things happen. As far as Maria was concerned, the next hot, young guy could be a minor, joyriding in his daddy’s car. Maria was 23, now. She had been wounded many times, on the dating battlefield. The only way to be sure about anyone was with a DNA sample.
Now, this guy Jerry, was exactly what she was looking for. Carmen described the guy that she had found, as a shy, withdrawn, late bloomer. He had never had a date in high school. He had a presentable appearance, more nerd than jock. When Carmen told her about Jerry, she joked that she wasn’t sure the kid knew how to jerk off. That was Maria’s thing. It made her all tingly, taking a guy’s innocence. The second round was always so cute. All of these guys have the potential to be a jerk. Maria taught them better. A guy gives up his cherry, and all of a sudden, he knows how to fuck. Maria had a million ways to knock a guy down a peg. They were all big and bad, until she got her tongue in their ass.
Maria was back in the game. She had a lot of experience with getting the message across. Jerry was so considerate, when she was vulnerable. Now, she needed raw, dirty fucking. This was not the time for her to be a lady. Jerry got the message. Maria gave him her pussy, and he took what was his. He picked up the pace, slapping his belly into hers. He was learning how to touch her cervix, without busting the door down. Maria’s signals were very clear. Jerry knew immediately, when enough was enough. He took a gamble by holding back to see what she wanted. He had no way to measure the wisdom of his choice. Maria’s reaction could be anything. Jerry just needed to know what Maria wanted. He didn’t have to wait, long. Maria turned wildcat.
“Fuck me! Take me! Split me!”.
Jerry overcame his initial shock. He hooked her legs and folded her. She clawed his back. She grabbed his ass, digging her fingernails into his flesh. He began to pile drive her, slapping his balls on her asshole. Maria was getting some now. She was going to make him cum in her. That was a big deal for her.
It was important for her to take his semen, in her belly. It completed taking his innocence. A blowjob was just helping a guy jerk off. A creampie was the trophy of completion.
It was go time for Jerry. His cock was now tortured by his need. He was wondering if he should pull out. Maria ended that question. He was approaching the point if no return. Maria dug her nails into his ass, while clutching his hair and kissing him. His urge boiled up his shaft and soaked Maria’s cunt to overflowing. Her cooing and soft mewling told him that she felt his warm semen, right where she wanted it. Her orgasm was more a milking sensation, than an earthquake.
Carmen’s needs were very different from Maria’s. Yes, she hunted for the young stuff, the barely legal. The difference was that, her boy toys had better know how to fuck. Carmen and Maria made a good tag team. Carmen took them, after Maria broke them in. During the regular weekends. Maria could take sex, or leave it. She really was very selective. On their big swing weekends, Maria opened up. She circulated very well with the group. In fact, there was one weekend, where she took on 3 grandfathers and a grandmother. It’s like a buffet. You could snack on trail mix, but still have your banana pudding, too.
Carmen curled up to Jerry and Maria. She felt a bit neglected, but reprimanded herself. She had a role to fill in this encounter. Carmen just had to wait her turn. Carmen broke the silence. She needed to get a handle on where Jerry’s head was. Carmen had Jerry’s ear. She softly kissed his cheek.”Jerry, my dear. Do you now understand how badly I need to fuck you”?
Jerry’s eyes popped open. “I know now how you teased me and made it clear that you wanted me to look at you, that way. Truth be told, I wanted to grope you, in the car”.
Carmen laughed. “I think you know that wouldn’t have worked. As you have seen, it was important for Maria to have you first. There can only be one first time, and that belonged to Maria. Now it’s my turn. Maria will tell you that I’m the Queen of Sloppy Seconds. I love the taste of another woman, on a man. In fact. I have several friends who like that sort of thing. Obviously, I share a kink with them. I like the other woman to be there, when I sample her dirty business. They like me to eat them out, after their guy cums in them. I can be a real cum slut”.
Jerry summed up his first impressions.
“There were a lot of things that caught me off guard. First, I wondered where Ashley popped up from. Then, all the signals I was getting told me that I didn’t really know the people around me. That was unnerving. I just felt like I was on thin ice, or at the edge of a cliff.”
Carmen gave Jerry the backstory for his experiences. She filled in the details he didn’t know.
“I’m going to tell you the whole story on all the little things that upset you. First you must understand, that we needed answers. So did you. The only way to get those answers, without contaminating the emotional environment, required that you be kept in the dark. I admit that I crossed the line, a few times. When I caught you looking for pantie lines, when I wanted you to watch me playing with my tits. All of those things were a response to temptation, for me. Please forgive me. I’ve wanted to fuck you, for a very long time”.
Jerry was flattered. “Carmen, that tells me that you saw me as a human being. That means more than anything. I was just going through the motions, keeping my nose to the grindstone. It’s sad to say, but the world doesn’t allow anyone to be human. You gave me what I needed, to be more than a utensil or a tool. I have grown so much, since I met you. I’d still be stocking shelves and bagging groceries, if not for you and Carl. Speaking of Carl, I see now that he and Ashley seem to have a special thing. What’s up with that”?
“You’re very observant. Jerry. Ashley and my husband have a very special relationship. It has taken 4 months to build the trust that they have. Ashley absolutely does not want to get pregnant. She likes skin to skin sex, but is afraid of the health concerns, linked to medical contraceptives. Since losing her virginity, no man has ever cum inside her. Another serious trust issue is that Ashley’s vagina is small. My husband’s cock is very thick. The first time with her, it took almost an hour before she was ready to fuck. Carl will never hurt her”.
Jerry put pieces of the puzzle together.
“That’s why I always felt like I almost walked in on something! I just knew something was going on. When they both disappeared at the same time, and didn’t come back to the dinner table, that just weirded me out. If you hadn’t literally dropped the sex bomb on me, I’d still be fidgeting, in my seat”.
“You’re not far off there. When we got back from picking you up from work, we almost caught them. That’s why I stopped you, before you could see anything. They are quite beautiful to watch. We’ve made several videos, if you’d like to watch. Eventually, I’d like you to spend more time with Ashley. You are both very decent, exceptional people. In the long term, I can see you having a good life with her. I can see you two making babies, together”.
Jerry was quiet, for a moment. This was a big change in thinking. Jerry pondered the implications.
“That is a very humbling thought, Carmen. I realize that you and Carl have a strong bond with Ashley. I just never saw myself in that situation. You’ve given me a lot to think about”.
Carmen had an invitation for Jerry. Everything had to be out in the open, on this one.
“Jerry, we also have a strong bond with you. We are very pleased with the way you fulfill your obligations. You have developed a good reputation, on the work site. At this time, Carl and I have decided that you are welcome in our bed, during the week. If you wish. We can see how that works out. Eventually, Ashley may decide to include you, on a weekend. Before you accept the offer, there are things you should know. First, I know from experience, that Carl would like to suck your cock. You don’t have to reciprocate. He would want you before and after, you cum in me. You don’t have to do oral at all, if you don’t want to. The decision is yours. We don’t need an answer, right now. We don’t close bedroom doors here. If you choose to join us, you can just walk in on us, no matter what we’re doing”.
Jerry would keep that in mind. Right now. He was anxious for his first time, with Carmen. As he took Carmen in an embrace, Maria excused herself. She had promised to spend the night, with another lover. Carmen and Jerry had each other’s undivided attention. Jerry went right to the top of his list.
“After the way you took me, tonight, I’m hungry for your pussy. I have to have you”.
Carmen stretched out on the bed. Jerry moved to straddle her, in 69. As Jerry rubbed his face in her crotch and smelled her pussy, Carmen pulled his ass down. Instead of swallowing his cock, she sucked and licked his balls. Jerry groaned as he felt the unfamiliar sensations. He plowed his nose through her gash. He was in lust with the shape of her ass. In a dress, she almost made him cum in his pants. Her naked ass begged to be explored. As they explored each other’s bodies, it was difficult to stay away from their ultimate goal. While the taste and smell of Carmen’s pussy was intoxicating, Jerry had been dreaming of what their fucking would be like. He intended to find out. Carmen was now taking his cock in her throat. She, too, wanted to feel him split her cunt open. They were ready for their crowning performance. Jerry was now sucking and licking Carmen’s clit. He plunged two fingers, in and out of her cunt. Carmen began humping his face. As her cum took her, she was loud and incoherent. Jerry was sure the whole house could hear her. As she came down from her spasms, she pushed Jerry off. He turned around, ready to mount her.
Carmen was ready.
“Take me, Jerry. You don’t have to be gentle with me. I’m going to show you how I fuck”. Jerry dove in. He rubbed his cockhead up and down, between her pussy lips. He rapidly pushed his dick in and out of her hole. Carmen could stand it no more. She grabbed his ass and gripped him with her legs.
“Fuck me! Don’t tease me. This is what we’re here for. I teased you all day, on purpose. Give me what I was begging for”.
Jerry went for it. Sucking her neck and chest, biting her nipples, he wanted it all. Carmen’s arms and legs urged him on. The wet, sucking sounds filled the air.
Carl and Ashley snuck along the dark hallway. They could hear his wife, getting fucked. Carl loved watching his wife. Her passion was intoxicating. As they approached the open door, they listened intently. The words they heard told them everything. Carl knew his wife. This night was going to go rounds. He and Ashley had decided to stick around, in case the newly minted young man needed help. Jerry didn’t know that Carmen intended to spend the whole night with him. They all knew it. When Maria left the room, she let them know that Jerry gave her his virginity, and was now a free agent. Carl was just dying to see how he reacted to him sucking his fresh fucked dick. Carl knew that Carmen had informed Jerry of the offer for weekdays, but Carl had insisted that the option to join in tonight, remain a possibility. Watching the progress in the room, Carl was impressed. Carmen wasn’t so easily impressed. Carl saw that the new guy was forcefully and strongly banging his wife. Her mature mom body was built for fucking. At their big monthly parties, he had seen her take on more than a dozen of her longtime lovers, all graduates of their life skills program. Who knew that there could be a school for sex skills? Carl was in a joking mood. They did a lot more than teach sex.
Carl got hard, watching his wife. He marveled at the sight of her big ass and thighs, rocking to Jerry’s thrusts. Carmen’s moans were punctuated by the grunts of Jerry’s impacts with her upturned mound. Carl could see everything, between their legs. Carmen was visibly wet. She came, for the third time, by Carl’s count.
“Unh Unnngh!”
Carmen’s legs clamped shut, then flopped open, shaking. Jerry increased the pace of his fucking. The rapid impacts of flesh on flesh reached a peak. Jerry let out a long, low groan, as he emptied his nuts into Carmen.
“Stay in me. I want to feel our first time”.
Jerry obliged. He was in no shape to move, anyway. Carl was rock-hard and in need. He stood next to the doorway. Ashley sank to her knees. She sucked and licked his cockhead. It had taken time to learn how to take Carl’s cock. Eventually, she learned how to get most of Carl’s dick in her mouth. Her lips now stretched around the head. She sucked and tugged, as hard as she could. Carl was becoming more forceful. His hips were moving, and Ashley’s gagging sounds got the attention of the couple on the bed. Jerry rolled off on his side. Carmen rolled to spoon with him. They watched in fascination, as Carl fucked the young girl’s mouth. Carl grabbed Ashley’s head, holding her in place. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her mouth. She opened her mouth, letting the spunk run down her chin, and drip down her body. Ashley stood up, and they entered the room. Ashley went straight to Carmen and gave her a mouthful of cum. Carl stood at the foot of the bed.
“That was some good fucking, Jerry. Do you mind if I get a taste”?
“Go ahead, Carl. I love getting my dick sucked”.
Carl smiled. Without hesitation, he went down on Jerry. Carl mused on what a delicious fuck his wife was. They were both very oral, and would eat each other, for hours. A third in their bed, just made it better.
Carl got familiar with Jerry’s dick. Right away, Carl knew that Carmen had drained him, completely. It was going to take a while to build another nut. That was fine with Carl. He liked sucking young, inexperienced dick. He once had one of Carmen’s boy toys come in his mouth, 12 times.
Ashley bent down and kissed Jerry. He could taste cum in her mouth.
“I decided that I wanted you tonight. Just remember that you can’t cum in me. You have to promise”.
“I promise, Ashley. I’m aware of your concerns”.
Ashley got on the bed, and straddled Jerry’s face. Jerry inhaled her scent. She was very aroused, and he could smell that she had been fucking, probably since dinner time.
“I hope we can do this a lot. Carmen says we should be good together”.
“I’ll be good to you, Ashley”.
Ashley settled in and Jerry tasted her, for the first time. She jumped and Jerry licked more gently. He had to shift gears. He had just had a power fuck with Carmen. This girl was obviously, a much more delicate flower. His lower intensity brought Ashley back to him. It was more like a gentle kiss, than a tongue fuck. Ashley started to let him do things, and she did things to him. Her clit was very sensitive. Jerry just let her do her thing. He was letting her show him, how to eat her. “This is going to get good”, Jerry thought.
Carl was getting good for Jerry, too. Since Jerry was getting settled in with Ashley, Carl went slow with Jerry. Carl found that he tasted good. Carmen obviously had a good cum. Carl could still taste her. He was waiting for Ashley to get going. Jerry was getting hard, but Carl didn’t want to distract him. He would just watch Ashley’s sweet little ass, squirm on Jerry.
Carmen was just relaxing, watching the whole thing in front of her. She mused a strange question. What’s the difference between a scientific observer, and a peeping tom? She thought on it for a few seconds. She decided that a Geologist could probably get his rocks off. Anyway, she got back to observing. She saw the telltale signs that Ashley was getting into it. She was so cute. When she got hot, her face said that she hoped she didn’t get caught, playing with herself. She would alternate looking up to see if the coast was clear, to looking down, to concentrate on getting to an orgasm. That was happening more often, now. Something was going to happen. Ashley looked up, with a desperate expression on her face. She bent down, her forehead touching the bed. She was hunching her hips and squirming on Jerry’s mouth. Suddenly, she cried out. Her body shivered, Her ass muscles clenched. She was wracked with spasms, until she went limp. She pushed herself, to slide down Jerry’s body, until she was face to face with him.
“That was incredible, Jerry. It was like you knew everything that I like. Now, remember your promise. No cumming in me”.
Carl had been keeping Jerry’s dick warm and stiff. Now, he was looking up at Ashley’s pretty pink pussy.
Slide down, baby girl. Time to feed your hungry pussy”.
Ashley raised up and looked down, to position herself to take Jerry’s cock. As she assessed the situation, she saw that Jerry was nowhere near as thick as Carl. Not that she was any kind of size queen, or anything like that. She didn’t have to be. She could get off on her own little pinkie. Ashley lined up and kissed the head of Jerry’s dick with her pussy lips. She was still wet from getting eaten. Ashley rocked back and forth, holding Jerry in place, with one hand. She felt right, so she sat down, hard. Jerry slipped halfway into her. He wasn’t big, but it still stretched her a bit. She started to raise, and then sat again. Her orgasm flooded her, in wave after wave. Ashley just collapsed. Whispering in Jerry’s ear,”That was so fucking good, Jerry. You can fuck me, now. Remember, no cumming in me”.
Jerry grunted his assent. Grabbing her hips, he began sawing in and out of her riding pussy. Ashley gasped with the sudden motion. It was nice, and it was in time with her motion. Jerry seemed to just know what she needed. She decided that she could trust him.
“Take my pussy, Jerry. I know you’ll do it right”.
Since the kids were now busy, Carl was now leaning over the bed, fucking his wife’s mouth. Carmen was ready to get her cum slut on. There was no one better than her husband to do that with. She thought back to the first time he came in her mouth. She’d been hooked on cum, ever since.
Ashley was into it, now. She rocked back and forth. They were kissing and fondling, whispering soft things to each other. Ashley came again. Jerry’s dick was now wet and shiny. Ashley’s ass was now bouncing, straight up and down. Jerry, through gritted teeth, hoarsely whispered,
” You’re making me do it”!
Ashley jumped off and swallowed Jerry’s dick, to the hilt. Jerry watched her throat moving, as she drank from his balls. When she was done, she laid her head on Jerry’s shoulder. Staring dreamily into each other’s eyes, they fell asleep.
Carl was pushed over the top by the sights and sounds in front of him. Carmen worked a finger into his ass, and he exploded in her throat. She grabbed his ass and sucked hard. She bobbed her head in short jerks. Carmen let Carl’s cock slip from her lips. He laid down, next to his wife. They fell asleep, in each other’s arms. Back in the present. The party is getting interesting.
Naomi sat down next to Yvette Ransom. After a little party conversation, Naomi got to her serious question.
“Yvette, I don’t know what happened with my son, but I like it. Before he said a word, I knew he was changed. Whatever you did, it’s like the sky opened up”.
Yvette smiled. “I don’t kiss and tell, but I’ll just say that your son is going to be a wonderful man. I wish my sons could get what your son already knows. Mine are Neanderthals, by comparison”.
“Your sons can’t be that bad, Yvette. Surely they must have good qualities. Why do you say such a thing”?
Yvette sighed. “I try to teach them better. They just don’t get it. Let’s just say that I go to my sons, when I need it rough. I just keep hoping that they’ll become more than 6 foot vibrators. Sometimes, they’re all dick, and no brains”.
“I’m so sorry, Yvette. I don’t know how to deal with that”.
“Well, they’re in college now. I think the problem is cultural. To hear them tell it, they get all the no-strings pussy they want. They just don’t appreciate it”.
“Are your sons here with you”?
“No. They would just get off on the wrong foot. There are a lot of things that I don’t include them in, back home. They wouldn’t actually talk with anyone. At parties like this, they just look for a gangbang”.
“I hope you’re enjoying the party. If there’s anything you need, let me know”.
Yvette smiled. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to spend a little time with you and your family. Maybe I can learn something”.
Naomi had an idea. “Sure! Let’s go. I’m sure you’ll like my daughter, Andrea. You’ve already met Preston. My husband is around the grounds, somewhere”.
As they walked across to Naomi’s spot, they saw that Preston and Andrea were missing.
“That’s strange. They were here, a few minutes ago. Let’s take a walk”.