I Host my Niece’s Pool Party 2.

Before dawn, I wake up. I take a quick shower and am out the door to fetch coffee and donuts. I am back in time to catch Dee pulling up. She is in flip flops, micro shorts, and a bikini top. She is sizzling hot. The smile on her face though is just amazing. She helps me carry in the coffee. Carrie and Stacy are still asleep.

Dee asks me, “You ready for a fun party tomorrow?”

I rain on her parade, “Sorry, I have work to do. I will be in my office most of the day.”

Dee smiles, “That sounds like Stacy. I hate to ruin her plans but so far, the main topic of conversation between the moms is how we get you wet in see through trunks.”

Carrie and Stacy come walking in the kitchen and grab a coffee each.

Carrie, “Sorry Dee but this is for the girls. Phil isn’t invited.”

Dee replies, “You think there is any less demand from them?”

I eat a donut, not getting involved in this conversation.

Carrie uses her commanding voice, “This isn’t up for discussion. This is a mother daughter party. Otherwise boyfriends will show up and then husbands. Do you want that to happen?” There is a long dramatic pause. “I didn’t think so.”

I announce, “I have work to do. About lunch time I will finish. I will take you out for lunch and then we will go shopping.”

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11:30 and I finish all my paperwork, listings, and reports. I stop my exile and go looking for the women. The house is sparkling clean. They are now working on the coolers, the pool, and the grilling area. We go out to a small family owned sandwich shop for a nice lunch. We then go shopping for the food. We take three carts. Carrie, Dee, and I have lists. I know this store, I finish first. When I see them coming, I get in line right before they do. I put my items on the conveyor and then a divider bar. Dee and Carrie

do the same.

They have a conversation while my stuff rings up. While Carrie and Dee are talking, I deftly remove a divider and return it to the holding slot. I repeat that action a second time. The cashier wants to say something, I hold a finger to my lips as if saying “shhh.”

Dee notices that the cashier is ringing up her items now. She knows I have not paid. Big problem.

Dee, with a nasty voice says to the cashier, “The divider is so you don’t mix orders. Is this your first day?”

The cashier did not like the attitude, “Well, if you weren’t so damn busy talking to your girlfriend, you might have had the brains to see your boyfriend remove the divider. Don’t go blaming me when cutie is up to no good.”

We are now into Carrie’s food and she is just realizing what has happened. She is furious with me. I turn away from her and look forward. Dee and Carrie both want to say something.

Stacy cuts them off, “Before you go inserting a foot deeper into mouth, Phil drove. Just accept that Phil was smarter than both of you today and accept it. Everyone will be happier.”

The line of people behind us all agree as well. They let it go.

As soon as we get in the car, Carrie blows up.

Carrie is furious with me, “Dammit Phillip, you know we planned on buying the food. Why did you do that to us. Why did you embarrass us?”

My anger level is raised a bit as well, “For four years I have seen every parent on this team help all the daughters selfishly. You are all very giving. I went to team dinners and trips, I saw it all. So please excuse me if I want to give something back to the team that I enjoyed watching. Had you not lied, and you shared the burden as a group, I would have been OK with that. However, I know that both of your families are not thriving and dammit, I just want to do something to help two very special women. Is that so fucking terrible?”

Dee wanted to say something, Stacy quickly cuts her off, “Dee, how about you shut up. You two just need to accept that there are people in the world willing to help nice people. It just happened to you, better learn to deal with it because Uncle Phil isn’t about to change who he is. Do you really want him to change? We have lots of cooking and cleaning to do still. How about we concentrate on getting those things done. Then you can tell Uncle Phil what a terrible person he is.”

I hear Dee mutter under her breath, “Can’t want for these smart-ass kids to go off to college.”

Carrie who is fuming, starts laughing at Dee. It doesn’t take long, and Dee is laughing as well.

Stacy asks, “Did I miss something?”

I add, “No honey, you didn’t miss anything.” That added to their laughing.

When we get home, they put the food in the refrigerate and start cooking. I explain that I am going to the bank and will be back in a few hours. They all raise an eyebrow but know better than to say anything.

When I get back, I help with the dishes. They have a mountain of dishes and are busy cutting, slicing, and mixing. They object but I have nothing else to do. When we finish, we are ready for the party. I hand them each a sealed envelope with their names on them. They each get $1000. Like before, Carrie gives her envelope to Stacy. Stacy takes out five hundred and gives the rest to Dee who starts to cry.

Carrie says, “No, no, no. Phil, tell her no.”

I use common sense to defend Stacy, “I gave each of you an envelope. It’s yours to do as you see fit. You gave yours to Stacy as she will need it. Stacy gives half of yours to Dee. That tells me that to a smart, intelligent, and articulate woman, her best friend will need the money more than she will. Who am I to say she is wrong? I trust her, she is a good woman. She will be off to college soon, you need to start trusting her. You raised her the right way, she will be fine. You taught her to be this person so technically, when you gave her the money it hers to do as she wishes. No, I will not stop her. I trust both of you that much”

Stacy ran at me full speed and jumped in my arms, she hugs me.

While she is crying, she says, “Thank you for standing up for me. Thanks to you, mom will see me in a new light. Thank you.” She quickly kisses me on the lips.

I ask, “Order in Chinese or go out for dinner?”

I got four Chinese orders. They are tired and don’t have the energy to go out. The food arrives amazingly fast. We eat and then Dee takes off. She has stuff to do at home and spent too much time with us. Stacy and Carrie need a change of clothes, but they don’t seem ready to go either.

I break the ice, “Ok, what’s up you too? Spit it out.”

Stacy is really shy and blushing when she starts, “While you were out, Dee told us in detail about a device you own. My problem is that I don’t want to cause you grief and pain. Yet after hearing about the device, I want to ride it for a while. I am conflicted, do I ask you or do I avoid the subject and die of imagining what it would be like.”

I point out a problem, “You realize that everyone that rides it is naked. I would be there and see you for a long time, 100% bare ass naked.”

She laughs at me, “That is no issue. In fact, I was hoping that while mom takes a ride you will fuck me with a real cock.”

I sat there for a while trying to digest what she just said. I looked at Carrie and could not believe her answer.

Carrie tells me, “A wise man once told me that I raised my daughter right and that I should start trusting her judgements. I think I will start right now.”

In my mind I am thinking, “The pupil has become the master.” I don’t say that of course.

I sigh in defeat, “Before we go, each of you will need a towel.”

They are both sprinters. Up and out of their seats then running down the hallway. They both come back hugging a large bath towel. I guide them to the secret room, pop the door, the lights and fan turn on, Journey starts playing, and they are both wide eyed, looking at all the equipment. Dee had described the device so they both walk right to it. Stacy seems reluctant, almost nervous.

Slowly, as if she is in a trace, she removes her shirt, bra, shorts, and then panties. She is standing before me naked. What a glorious body she has. Young, thin, perky tits, sleek athletic body. She has some muscle and definition. Her hips seem narrower. Her arms are thin and proportioned perfectly. She is clean shaven, doesn’t even look like there’s any stubble. She looks at me and then slowly descends on the fake cock.

She has a look of happiness on her face as it fills her up. The imposter is fully inserted. It fills her love tunnel with plastic that will provide the best orgasm she will ever receive. I marvel at her naked body, so perfect. I want to fuck her now.

I turn the first dial just a bit and the movement startles her. Her hands go up and the smile widens, she immediately likes this. I give her a bit more and her mouth goes to a big “O” and then back to a huge smile. It’s a cute smile like she knows this is dirty, but she likes it too much to stop. Carrie comes to me and wraps my arms around her naked body. I check, and she is wet. She must be horny as well.

The first dial controls the vibrations of the machine. It travels up the fake penis to stimulate the vagina, g-spot, and clit because of the attachment I have. The second dial takes the fake penis that is stationary inside the vagina, tilts it on an angle and starts running around the circumference of the vagina. Then add vibration and you end up with a magic finger that brings lots of happiness.

I turn the dial some more and the noise of the machine is now prominent. It’s like a paint shaking machine at the hardware store. Stacy is swaying forward and backwards a bit. Both hands are now firmly on the device. Her nipples are fully engorged and standing proud. Her breasts seem stiffer than I remember. It could be I never had such a pleasant view.

I turn up the dial some more and turn on the second dial just a bit. Her eyes shoot open at the new sensation. She lets out an “oh,” but no more. Damn that smile is precious, it’s like she is getting away with a crime and she knows it. Her mother is moaning now as I am teasing her nipples.

Stacy is glistening with sweat from her excitement. I turn both knobs a bit more. Stacy’s eyes close. She is grinding her pussy on the fake cock.

I ask Stacy, “Are you OK?”

She answers back in a very calm and cool voice, “Oh yes. I feel fantastic. The feeling is incredible. It’s hard to concentrate on the feeling. Hell, it’s hard to concentrate on anything.”

I line up Carrie, but she denies me entry. That hurts a bit. I guess she has had second thoughts. I pull my hands back, I respect her wishes. She quickly grabs my hands and put them back on her breasts.

Carrie whispers to me, “I promised.”

What did she promise and who did she promise to?

Stacy is bucking on the device, her tits are swaying in time with the bucking, her smile is amazing. I turn up the first dial some more. Stacy is laboring to breathe. She is taking deep breaths. I lick Carrie’s neck and then run kisses around her neck and shoulders. She breaks out in goosepimples. Stacy quickens her pace on the device. I think she is close. Carrie pushes me away, she is close to Stacy now.

She must sense her daughter is close. I nudge the first knob a bit and then the second. Back on the first, I nudge it a bit more. While these are still minor adjustments, the accumulative effect is quickly becoming too much to handle. What do I do? I nudge both dials some more.

Stacy is almost in tears, “Too good, need more, want more, no more, too much, increase again. Oh, fuck this is good. Mommy. Help me. No, I want more. No, I don’t. Oh my, this is fucking good. Phil …”

As she says my name, I give both dials a larger nudge. Stacy would strangle the device if it were possible, she is holding on tight. Sounds are exiting her mouth but nothing I understand. In a flash she stands up, takes a step forward and then falls to the ground. I break her fall by catching her. Her body is shaking because of the intense orgasm. I feel small jerks in her body.

Carrie rushes to Stacy and rips her from my arms. She struggles to hold her close and cries holding her daughter. I turn off the device. I get a towel and we dry Stacy off. She opens her eyes.

Stacy says in a raspy voice, “That was intense. I have never had an orgasm like that before. Earth shattering. A special moment. Never forget. Wow. Oh my. Special.”

Carrie steps closer to the device. She looks at me with lust in her eyes. She needs this, and I won’t deny her. She descends on the device and has a look of satisfaction on her face.

Carrie giggles, “Oh, to have your cock on here. Now that would make this a million-dollar item. Phil, you have been awesome to me. I have no right to impose by asking for this, but I am going to anyway. Please allow me to enjoy this.”

I smile at her, “Have I ever let you down?”

She starts off immediately with a good turn of the first knob and a slight turn of the second knob. Meanwhile, as Carrie distracts me, Stacy moves a stockade in front of the Sybian and then turns it on an angle. Stacy bends over a padded bar at waist level. Puts one hand in, places the stockade over her neck, then places her second hand in the hand holders. She then lowers her neck and stockade into place. The bar clicks closed and locks her in place. Because of the angle, Stacy is facing her mom, yet Carrie can see her breasts hanging like fruit. I can’t imagine what Stacy is thinking.

Carrie has a nice smile on her face, she is enjoying the ride a lot. She looks me in the eyes, and smiles.

Carrie says in a strong voice, “Phil, I want you to stand up, and make my little girl a woman. Stacy wanted to share it exactly like this, I listened to the wise woman and let her have her way. I trained her to be a strong woman that gets what she wants. She wants you now!”

I take the controls with me and nudge both knobs a bit. Carrie lets out an “ahhhh.”

I get behind Carrie and tease her nipples. I make tiny kisses on her neck and shoulders. I then move over and slide into Stacy with zero effort. She may be a man virgin, but she has seen lots of action. She is super lubricated and it’s a lovely feeling sliding in. She moans as I slide in. I reach around and maul her breasts. She moans some more. A couple of spanks get a screaming ouch, but she doesn’t complain as I am slowly slipping in and out of her hot cunt.

I turn the first knob a bit and the second just a hair. Carrie has a Cheshire cat smile on her face. She is certainly liking the device. She could care less about me plowing her daughter although she does keep an eye on me.

Stacy is thrilled with my cock ramming her and tells me, “I want you finishing inside of me. I want to know what it feels like.”

I pick up the speed a bit, I sense she is getting complacent with my speed. I can’t have that. While I adjust to daughter, I turn up the speed on her mother. A hair more on the first dial and a larger turn for the second dial. Carrie is trying not to smile but she can’t help it. The result is a smile that fades only to be replaced immediately by another.

I say to Carrie with a smile on my face, “Carrie, I want you to repeat the alphabet. I will start you with ‘A’…”

Carrie is in a daze, “You want what?”

Stacy is giggling, “Girl, repeat the damn alphabet NOW!”

Carrie of course can’t concentrate on anything, but she tries.

Carrie mumbles, “A, C, D, R, S, T, R, and Z.”

I can’t contain my laughing, Carrie doesn’t care. Stacy wants to laugh but she is enjoying my ride immensely. I turn both knobs slightly. Carrie’s back is perfectly straight, pushing out her chest just a bit. So sexy. Her breasts are amazing. They wobble as she rolls her hips in time with the machine.

Stacy asks between hard breaths, “Sex … isn’t always … this good … is it?”

I answer, “Sadly no. I eat my date out, makes sure she orgasms first, and spend the effort to make sure we get a nice long sensual fuck. Quick and hard is special but also common. You are getting a fantastic experience for your first time. Only a few in a thousand have a day that match this as a first-time experience and even then, your day would be #1 on that list. I am older and experienced. It makes a significant difference. The pig alone is off the charts.”

I turn both knobs some more. I speed up on Stacy. Stacy is now grunting with each thrust into her body with my large cock. I spank her four more times and that only gets me a few moans from Stacy. She has lost the ability to communicate. It’s such a joy to watch Carrie have fun. I slap Stacy’s mammoth breasts, forcing them to flop around. Their rhythm is gone for a few thrusts but are soon flopping around in time with my fucking.

I turn the knobs some more. Carrie screams out in joy. Her eyes are wide open, and her hair is a mess, she looks like lightning hit her. I have great stamina. However, thirty minutes or so fucking a glorious young vagina that is stuck in a stockade, I have been slapping her ass and tits, and then add her mother is on a Sybian right in front of me.

A guy can only take so much, I am human. So that Stacy can experience quick and fast, I move into my fastest speed I have. I shorten the depth of my stroke, I go significantly faster. She is holding on tight now. I turn both knobs too far for Carrie. She shrieks like I killed her.

I open the stockade, pull Stacy up, and place her on the floor. She rolls on to her back. I pick up at a lightning fast rate. She is holding hard, like she is giving birth. She is trying to deny the orgasm. She fails.

I pump a load of cum deep into my niece. Thrust after thrust forces more into her glorious hole. On feeling the first rope hit her cervix, Stacy claps down her entire body and lets out a scream of joy followed by a loud “Fuck Yeah!” Not at all what I expected. I was expecting passed out, unable to move, etc. Instead, she is on the high of a lifetime. She quickly gets up, sits on my lap, and kisses me with a deep, sensual, melting of the heart kiss.

We then sit as her mother goes through a silent orgasm. This is more of what I expected. I turn off the device. Stacy goes and holds her tight or she would have fallen on her head. She is reassuring her all is ok with tiny whispers. I am thinking, how odd. The facial expression on Carrie makes it obvious there is nothing wrong in the world. This is a woman that is enjoying complete and fulfilling happiness.

Carrie sums up her entire experience by saying, “Wow.”

She then continues, “That was amazing. That was awesome. Oh my, never expected something so awesome. Yet, it was so intense. It drained me of my energy, I focused solely on my enjoyment. You all ceased to exist. What a freaking awesome experience. I need to pee. Be right back.”

Stacy went with her mother.

I think to myself, “Tomorrow is going to be interesting. Most of the mothers have been to this house when they were younger, before I bought the place. They have been talking about getting back in here.”

That shook me to my core, I collapse to the floor. Stacy and Carrie come running back.

I explain in a broken voice, “I am ok. When I imagined the other moms in here my thoughts went to Ginger’s lifeless body on the floor and the screams. Then I remember my loss of appetite, drinking, sadness, and deep despair. I can’t do this. We need to cancel.”

Stacy is unyielding, “No. You need to get over this girl. It’s not you, this place, or Ginger. It was a dumb ass man showing off and doing the unthinkable. We will call the mothers and spread the word.”

I continue as if she said nothing, “I had to tell her mother and father that the woman I was going to marry was killed by a stranger at a sex party at my house. Her father hit me so hard I blacked out. It’s my fault. I killed her by hosting those parties.”

Carrie instructs Stacy, “Phil is walking you home.” Stacy almost blew up. “I want you to get clothes and bikinis for both of us. We are staying the night. Then go next door, get Vickie, and have her do the same. I am starving, I will get Dee and then get snacks and drinks for tonight. I will take Phil’s Mercedes Benz. Go!”

She threw me out of my own home. I hand my car and house keys to Carrie. She hugs me hard, much longer than necessary. She has tears running down her face.

Stacy holds my hand and we walk the few blocks to her house. Her father is there. Stacy explains that we have not finished so she is getting some clothes and they are spending the night. She adds to the story by saying we are picking up Vickie, we need more bodies to finish everything in time. She giggles and says that I am a real man, never cleaned a day in the five years I have owned the place. Her dad believed that.

It’s awkward waiting around him. I know my sister is going to divorce him. My cock still has juices on it from his wife and daughter. That is a very surreal feeling. Vickie was sad to see us until she found out she is coming with. I get a huge hug and kiss for the money I gave her mother. I have not had anything to drink yet both women hold my hand as we walk home. We are gone for an hour. When I get home Dee and Carrie are sitting in my car on their telephones.

As I approach the car Carrie rolls down the window.

I tell her, “Pop the trunk and open the garage, it’s on the visor.”

Trunk pops open, garage door goes up, and the window goes back up. The girls are clinging to me, it’s embarrassing. Together we use the groceries to make a cheese and sausage tray and a veggie dip tray. They round it out with root beer and vanilla bean ice cream. I pull out five tall glasses and five tall spoons. I fill each glass half way with root beer and then fill with ice cream. So simple yet they are dreamy.

We eat and drink with light conversation. Vickie and Stacy get to sleep with me. They want to learn the joys of sleeping with a real man. Their words, not mine. They receive very explicit direction: do not allow me to get off. They have plans for tomorrow and I will need all the energy I can spare. I hold both girls tight and we all sleep well. I am still worried about the mothers, but I bet Dee and Carrie took care of that. They don’t want the party to end prematurely. I trust them.

Chapter 5 — PARTY!

Saturday, I wake up to an empty bed. I can hear the TV playing a movie with explosions. I stay in bed thinking about Gina. I need to deal with it. That event is holding me back. Yet, as I have seen in the last few days there is much good that comes from that room as well. I know Stacy is just a fling, she will be in college soon. Carrie and Dee, hell, all the mothers have potential. Certainly, there is one that would like my secret room. I notice Carrie in the doorway, already in her bikini. This is going to be rough, that suit is barely legal. Her luscious breasts are on display. I am positive she shaved today.

She looks at me with a sad face and asks, “You are thinking about a woman not here today, aren’t you?”

Sulking I confirm, “Yes. I was thinking I can’t go on like this. Others like the room. Even if it brings me lots of sadness it can bring others happiness, I saw that yesterday. I just don’t know how I forget about Gina.”

Carrie surprises me, “Why would you want to? You loved her right?” I nod my head. “You will never forget her. She will always be in your heart. A woman that full of life, willing to try anything, would be sick to her stomach seeing you like this. I bet her ghost kicks your ass every night.”

Carrie kisses me, “Come get breakfast tiger. We have a party starting in two hours. You have work to do.”

I take a quick shower and make my way to the kitchen. Scrambled eggs, toast, sausage patties, hash browns, a full breakfast. All the women are helping and then doing the dishes as soon as they finish. While I eat, I get my list. Empty all trash cans, put ice in coolers, put drinks in coolers. Turn on all games in the game room. Adjust radio to use an iPod playlist. I turn down the volume. At 4:00 they want me to start dinner. I am using charcoal, it takes a while to get ready and then a while to cook for about fifty people.

I am set up for parties, I have a huge grate for cooking. When I finish, I head for my office. I am all caught up on paperwork, I sit in my recliner, raise my feet and take out my Kindle. Two hours in, everyone has arrived. Carrie summons me to restock the coolers with ice and drinks. I drain the water in four coolers and consolidate the drinks and ice. I then take three coolers to get ice and drinks restocked. Since they are all out by the pool, I put the coolers near the pool.

I take a moment to notice that there are twenty-four mothers and twenty-four daughters, all in bikinis. All hot and fuckable. Yup, best I am not here. It would be quite embarrassing for me. I know these women, I don’t want them to see me perving. I notice Stacy is turning red.

I look around, many of the young women and their mothers are turning a light red. I go inside, in the garage, pull out a basket, and then go back out by the pool.

I make an announcement, “Attention ladies! I see many of you turning a light red and you are only two hours into your party. The pool magnifies the sun’s damage, you MUST use sunscreen. This basket is full of all colors and SPF sunscreen. Un-protected skin burns quickly and is PAINFUL. Get a buddy and be generous with the suntan lotion or go inside. You have been warned.”

I set the basket down, they mob the basket, and I go back inside. It is awesome watching them run to the basket. Some of those girls have a lot moving around. My cock is growing again. Quickly I walk away and don’t look back.

Thirty minutes later and a few girls come looking for me. They don’t understand pinball tables. That about killed me. I feel old now. I go down with them and show them how to play pinball. Soon, they are all trying. I try to go back up and two girls want to play pool but don’t know how. I put on a clinic about playing pool, using trigonometry, and how to hold a pool cue. They had no clue. One was just playing dumb, she got good way too quick. They are playing me.

I leave under pretense of checking the coolers. As I walk out on to the deck I see three or four bikini tops on the side of the pool. They are waving me over. I freeze. I better not, this could go wrong all kinds of ways. Carrie didn’t want me out there and now some girls or mothers are topless. Yes, I could get in big trouble. I turn around and leave.

It’s 3:30 now so I start bringing things out of the refrigerator in the house and the garage. I put the twice baked potatoes on cookie sheets, so we can warm them up in the oven. I get out the paper plates and plastic ware then start bringing out the large garbage cans.

At 4:00 I start on the grill. A few girls are milling around, two are topless. I give them a stern look, but they are oh so cute. It’s awesome watching large firm perky breasts move around while talking or walking.

The two girls look at me and say, “What? We have lotion on. Our boobs are small enough we don’t really need a lot. They say it with a frown on their faces.

I snap at them, “Hey! You all became friends when everyone had zero chest. Some of you got more than others, DNA lottery results, not much you can do. Let me tell you a secret, most guys don’t care what size breasts you got. We like playing with nipples, it’s what turns you on and can make you orgasm. When you find the right guy, it won’t be because of the size of your breast, it will be because of your personality. I think you are both awesome and will marry some very lucky men.”

I say in a soft voice, “You are getting a thrill out of standing next to me, aren’t you? You are showing off your beautiful naked body to an almost stranger. You better be careful, you will get horny and there are no men here capable of helping you.” They look at me with surprise. “I promised Carrie and Stacy I would be a good host tonight. I don’t want to ruin your party.”

Some long thin arms wrap around me and hug me. A woman I can’t see whispers in my ear.

She says, “Thank you. Kids tease her about her weight and boobs at school. That was very sweet of you to say.”

I respond with, “You are welcome. I need to get dinner going or I will be in trouble. Thanks for the hug.”

I would have bet anything she was not wearing her bikini top. I felt the nipples scratching my back.

I have four charcoal starters, it goes quick. Soon I can start grilling. I go back to the kitchen and I notice quite a few more moms and daughters are now topless.

Carrie is in the kitchen, “Sorry about the suits. I can’t get them to keep their suits on. I would ask if you mind but why bother, you are loving this. I know you are. How could you not? I won’t hold it against you. I see the potatoes are going, good. Better get going on those steaks and chicken.”

As I go back outside, all the daughters are now topless and half of the mothers. Only the biggest breasted mothers are still covering up. By the grill is a refrigerator. I take out the marinated steaks and chicken and put them on the grill. I have some hamburgers, hot dogs, and tofu burgers for the vegetarians. They will go on soon enough.

Soon all is ready, and they sit down on the grass, at the outside tables and in the dining room. I play host and get drinks, restock the side dishes. Fill special orders. Get more silverware, plates, etc. They keep me quite busy. As dinner winds down, they start handing out presents between friends. Then mothers give their daughters presents. I walk around and hand out envelopes with the instruction to open at home.

I see one girl opening the envelope. I quickly excuse myself. This could get me in big trouble with Carrie. This is a mother daughter day. I am not here. Carrie came up stairs and barges into my office. She has a plate of food in her hands and she is furious.

Carrie angrily asks, “Why are there a bunch of crying girls and mothers down at my party? What did you do?”

Oh shit. Better just tell the truth.

I get a full breath, “I gave each girl a hand-written card saying how nice they are. Then there are instructions for accessing a mini scholarship.”

Carrie yells at me, “A what?”

I am calm but sitting down trying to avoid the raging woman. Sheepishly I say, “For four years I am paying for books at any college they go to.”

She is astonished and looks at me, “That’s a lot of fucking money. Can you … Never mind, you can. When you finish your dinner, please help with clean up and then you are done for the night.”

She went back to the party, mad. I ate my dinner. Alone. I don’t understand why she is so mad at me. I think I have gone out of my way to be nice and helpful and stay out of her way. She must be stressed. People change when stressed.

I finish my dinner and go outside to clean up and take out the garbage. All the mothers but Carrie are now topless. I clean up, handle the coals. Put back food. Do a load of dishes. Time to go hide. I notice all the mothers are outside talking. Some are very friendly with each other and ignore me. Then I notice something is wrong. What’s wrong with this picture? No daughters are around. I bashfully walk up to the parents as they are talking.

I ask in a humble voice, “Excuse me, where are all the daughters? They are not swimming. They are not upstairs. They are not in the kitchen, living room, and I don’t hear them in the basement. Where are your children?”

It dawns on me where they are. I am now a raging mad man.

I snarl at the women, “You told them about my room, didn’t you? Don’t you know how I feel about that room? The woman I was going to marry died down there. Do you have any idea how much guilt I carry? It was my fault.” I am in tears now, remembering that night all over again. “I can’t believe you let this happen. Carrie, how could you? All of you, take your daughters and go home!”

Patty asks, “Where are they?”

I grab Patty by the hand and drag her to the hallway going downstairs. Halfway down I flip the panel and push the button. I walk forward and collapse, held in place by a handrail. Before me is a sight that I could not comprehend for a while. The shock is too much.

All the girls are buck ass naked and are performing in a variety of sex acts. Stacy is controlling the Sybian while fingering and licking a girl in the stockade. Three girls are in spreader bars on the ground. One is on the fucking table with a girl using a strap on. The cross has a girl who loves the flogging she is receiving. Other equipment restrains a girl while her partner eats her pussy, stuffs her with a strap on, or teases her nipples.

The mothers run down to their daughters. They are not mad, oh no, they JOIN IN! Soon mothers are on mothers, mothers are on daughters, daughters on mothers, and daughters on daughters. It is a wild free for all. Every one of them naked, tits bouncing, and everyone screaming. It’s loud. Two arms come around me from behind. I was expecting Carrie but no, it is Tammi. Tammi is the tallest, has the biggest boobs, and is in top three for hottest babe.

She is easily 6’ tall. Long legs, long straight blond hair. It goes past her shoulders. She has big deep blue eyes. As I mentioned, she has huge breasts. Her face is plain. Big nose on a small head. Otherwise, she is a porn star waiting to happen. Oh, did I forget to mention, she has a tiny bubble butt. Oh, to see her in high heels. She has big breasts too.

Tammi whispers in my ear, “I am a virgin and I want to turn into a woman tonight. I want you strapping me into the fucking table and I want you to give me the fucking of a lifetime. I can get quick and bad at school. I want a man to show me love. I want my first time to be special. I am part of the collective Thank You present we got you. My mom is ok with this and I am on the pill.”

She is more confident now, “You are not going to kiss me, tweak my nipples, or eat me. I got twenty women giving me that. I want from you what nobody else can give me. I want it in front of all the others. I want to put on a show. I want you to fuck me good and make me a real woman.”

I ask, “Are you sure about this?”

She chuckles, “I have no clue, but my mom says I will love it. Mom says you will treat me like the slut I was meant to be. You will push me hard and rough. If you allow me, ‘Unicorn’ is my safe word.”

I ask her, “You understand this will hurt some right?”

She taunts me, “Are you man enough to do what I need?”

I surprise her by grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her up on my shoulder like a big piece of meat. She screams. Everyone ignores her. I grab a few items as I head up to the center of the room. There is a small stage and a fucking table in the middle. I place Tammi in the device and quickly strap her in. It uses Velcro strips. She gets a mouth spreader in her face, a blind fold for her eyes, and four hard crop strikes to her ass.

The room goes silent as her cries ring out from the strikes. I move in front of Tammi and pull down my boxers and shorts. There is a collective “oh my god” from the crowd. I start a rough face fucking of this beauty. I wasn’t brutal, but she knew I was using her. She never cried out her safe word. She did deep throat me but mostly because I forced me way in.

I yell out to the crowd, “Did you all know Tammi is a whore?” They yell back ‘Yes.’ “Did you all know she is an exhibitionist?” They say ‘No.’

I continue fucking her face hard. I slap her ass a few more times. The sound of the crop and her screams echo off the walls. I take out the mouth spreader. I start walking behind her. My cock sways as I walk, I am making it sway for dramatic effect. The others are loving it and giving me wolf whistles.

I ask, “Who are her closest three friends?”

They point out three girls.

I command them, “Come here.”

I stand behind Tammi and slowly insert my cock. No hymen, no problem, I didn’t expect one. I force my way in faster than normal, I wanted a good scream out of her and I got it. She loves the feeling and being on display. I start fucking her at a moderate rate. This is slow enough I can go all day … almost. She is tight and feels awesome. Her natural lubrication is flooding her canal. She grunts loud with each thrust into her.

I give instructions, “You, tease and tweak the right breast, you, left breast, you, make sure she eats again. She will be punished if she fails to get you off.”

I give her a few thrusts that are harder. She screams and then starts eating pussy. I slap her ass a few times. Not even a scream anymore. For fifteen minutes I fuck her good. I change the angles, change the speed, and she loves it all. She finally eats the girl to orgasm and earns a squirt for her effort.

I now start the humiliation.

I ask Tammi, “Are you a slut? What will you do for me?”

Tammi is loud, “I am YOUR slut Master. You own me and command me. I will fuck you anywhere. I will fuck a group if you ask me. I will sleep at your feet and clean your cock after sex. You can share me with your lovers or friends. I will bear your children. I will suck your cock anywhere, anytime. I will do anything to keep you fucking me so good. It’s amazing. Is it always so good?”

All the mothers yell out, “NO!”

Tammy says loudly, “I am one lucky bitch then.”

At ten minutes I change the three women to a different three of my choosing. One is her mother. She pushes a girl to the side and stands in front of her daughter. Tammi eagerly eats her mother. I doubt she knew it was her initially.

At twenty minutes I swap the three girls again. I strike Tammi four more times. She screams but it’s not pain. At thirty minutes I have the girls stop and I slowly start picking up speed.

Tammi screams out, “Damn this is sooooo good. It goes so far inside of me. I wish I could share how good this is.”

Tammi is in tears now. Stacy runs up to her and runs her hand over her shoulder, making designs in her skin. An intimate moment, a simple touch, a showing of love. Soon their all touching her and rubbing a part of her body. None of it is a sexual act, but it adds to Tammi’s emotional state, one of total love.

I speed up some more. I spank her ass with my hand. I doubt that even registered in her head. My body is slamming into her body hard.

Tammi says, “I need to cum.”

I yell, “NO! Master has not given permission.”

She starts whining, “Please master, I need it so bad. This is too much.”

I heckle her, “I don’t care. I own you, you will cum when I say you will. Not yet. Soon.”

With each thrust she screams now. She is going to go off soon, no matter what I say. However, denial is sooo much fun … for me.

I spank her ass twice and yell, “I own you. You will hold off!”

Tammi is in tears, “Yes Master,” as she screams.

I solve her problem. I shout out, “Cum for me baby girl, I now declare you a woman!”

As I am saying that, I erupted into Tammi. Her shriek is thunderous. Her body spasms hard, testing the restraints strength. Then she goes limp and is dangling in place by the same restraints. Her breathing is shallow and quick. She is red in the face and wet like she was swimming. Her breasts are wobbling which everyone must appreciate. Luckily, she is hanging in the fucking table or she would be in a puddle of her own squirt. She let out a tsunami as she orgasmed.

Her two best friends are fighting for my spunk. They are playing too rough, but I can’t do anything about it. I too am a mess. I am sweaty and breathing hard. I take a step back and fall to the ground. Stacy orally cleans my shaft.

I now hear a loud, “Woooo Whooooo, Fuck yeah that was awesome! Get me the fuck out of here.”

With Velcro straps, she is out in moments. She is stumbling on her feet like she is drunk. She is searching for me. She all but falls on me and hugs me.

While hugging me she whispers in my ear, “Thank you so much. That was far better than I dreamed it would be. I will gladly repeat that performance or any other, any time you want. I am your whore.”

Next to jump on me is her mother. She still can’t speak but she does kiss me and cry. Several nearby moms say “Awwwwwwww.”

The mom finally speaks, and she is mad, “The bitch is eighteen years old and her first time she has better sex that I have ever had in forty. Life just isn’t fair.”

I whisper in her ear, “You provide the dinner and I will provide the entertainment, deal?”

She hugs me harder, I hear a “yes” between her sobs.

I am back to being invisible. All the girls and mothers are back to using the equipment. I see a lot of mother daughter combinations. Like my parties, there is too much sex going on to take it all in. I concentrate on a pair and enjoy. Lots of beautiful women here so lots of goodness to watch.

Carrie comes from behind me and rubs her breasts into me. She is all smiles looking at the room.

Carrie whispers, “Look at the happiness. They are all having a wonderful time. I have more work for you to do. You have not noticed but nobody has eaten Donna. She doesn’t like it. A boyfriend once told her she tasted like a dead fish and he could not stomach eating her. None of the girls got anywhere with her. She needs some of your magic. Can you help her out?”

I softly reply, “I can’t force her to allow me.” Carrie gives me that look. I sigh. “I will try.”

I walk up behind Donna and she is surprised by my shadow. She is cowering before me. I sniff myself.

I ask her, “Do I smell that bad? You don’t need to cower before me, I am mostly friendly.”

I sit down next to her. Her mother is nearby and looks interested in my intentions.

I talk to her in my normal voice, friendly, “I have heard stories about you. Stories I don’t like.” She looks afraid now. “However, I like to verify the facts rather then just accept the truth. You know that these women here adore you right? You have one nasty fastball. It’s more than being a good pitcher, you are their friend. I have it under good authority that you have a defective vagina, it smells and tastes bad.

“Let’s suppose I am a young man and only care about myself. I just want to fuck women because that is fun for me. I don’t care about their needs, it’s all about me. I am better than you. I am smarter than you. Your feelings don’t matter to me. So that I can fuck you, I eat you out. I really don’t like having to do that, it cuts down on my fun time. I tell you that your pussy tastes horrible and no guy should bother eating you.”

I give her my award-winning smile, (yeah, I just made that part up), and tell her, “I am a mature guy. In my experience women are better in bed when they are properly motivated and care about you. How do I make them care about me? I eat them to three orgasms before I fuck their brains out. That makes a guy like me an experienced pussy eater. There are treatable medical conditions that can cause what I have heard. However, would you like asking your sixty-year-old doctor or have me tasting you to see what the truth is?”

Donna looks at me and says, “I love that story, but I was willing at ‘Hi’.” Her mother fell over laughing.

She lays back, bends her knees, and spreads them wide.

I say to her, “Really, I think up a fantastic story and all it takes is to say hi and then you let me eat you?”

Donna looks at me, “I just saw what you did to Tammi. I would have said yes to anything you wanted.”

I lean over and use the tip of my tongue to emulate a baby kitten lapping up milk. It is a lightning fast tongue that works her over and immediately she is moaning. Slowly, people stop, to watch us. They know nobody eats Donna, yet here I am.

It’s not long before she orgasms. I now widen my tongue and lap long strong strokes, like eating ice cream. I spend considerable time digging inside. I nudge her little bean often. She is new to that, she orgasms again. She stays awake and aware of her surroundings, but she is void of all energy. I continue using a different approach. I haven’t shaved all day. I rub my chin from her middle right thigh, down and across her pussy lips, then back up to the left thigh. She screamed and now has everyone’s attention. I put my chin in her pussy and grind away. She screams the entire time. Orgasm #3.

I can’t stop now, I press my lips to her pussy lips and blow warm humid air into her hole. Then I hum a popular song that ends in a light bite to her clit. That was another small orgasm. I now move up her body. She is telling me, “No, no, no, no.” She isn’t very convincing. I gently kiss her on the lips. She cringes from the taste.

Next words out of her mouth, “Hey, I taste just like all the other girls! That mother fucker lied to me!”

I stand up, and announce, “Donna has been eating you all for a while, time to get in line and return the favor.” I pause and then quickly add, “For as long as she can stand it. Have fun girls.”

As I am standing above her looking down, “You are way too good looking, make guys eat you. Never forget that.”

As I am walking back an orangutan jumps on my back. Ok, it just felt like it. Donna’s mother is showing me her appreciation for my handling of the situation.

She whispers in my ear, “I owe you one. It’s not possible to handle that any better than you just did.”

Carrie is there in an instant, “Get your own, this one is taken.”

They both laugh but I wasn’t so sure Carrie didn’t mean it.

Carrie pulls me aside and hugs me. I believe she likes pressing her massive chest into my body. An action I am not against and would welcome it more often.

She again whispers in my ear, “Tonight I am going to leave your bed, get a girl, and bring her back to you. She is hugely popular but all thumbs around men. She still has her hymen. She wants you to guide her into womanhood. The mother offered herself as payment, but I didn’t think that is necessary. She did offer if you ever are interested. It’s Malissa.”

I gasp at hearing that. Of all the girls, she is a goddess. She has a perfect body and all the charms to use on men. Something doesn’t make sense here. I see her with guys although, admittedly, far more with women. She is outgoing and has a lovely personality. She would have been near the bottom of my list if I was guessing ‘who’s a virgin?’ Oh yes, this will be fun.

She is medium height, probably just a C cup for breasts. However, she has light brown hair that is highlighted with blonde. It’s short around the ears and bounces. She has light brown eyes and a small nose. Her smile is stunning. Guys just can’t say no to her. Then you take those pointy boobs and she is obscenely cute. They are unnatural in the way they stick out.

I try to sound confident, like it’s no big deal with Carrie, “Oh, ok. I will take care of it.” She looks disappointed. I whisper, “Party’s over, bed time girls.” Now she has her happy face on.

I tell Carrie in my normal voice, “This group is wearing down. I am going to start making snacks and start making some ice cream sundaes. I will bring a cooler or two in. Give me twenty and then start passing the tired ones upstairs.”

As I head for the exit, about ten mothers follow me.

The first one says to me, “We will help. We can’t take any more fun down there, we’re too worn out to continue. I never thought I would ever say that. It is an intense room. Tell us what we can do, and we will start helping.”

I have cheese and sausage cubes, crackers, sundaes, milk shakes, mini hot dogs, bagel dogs, mini pizza’s, and a veggie tray with ranch and honey mustard dressing. Several mothers comment at how nice the house is for parties. Few houses have two stoves, two ovens, a commercial ice maker, and four refrigerators. We quickly get the snacks set up and a mother calls down that food is ready.

Carrie closed the door to the room after making sure she is the last one out. This group has worked up quite the appetite, they devour the food. I expected half of it to still be there. Of course, I didn’t expect to spend all evening in the sex room.

While eating with the whole group, a mother, Pam, asks, “Why don’t you host parties anymore?”

The place goes silent. Pam did not get the memo.

My eyes water but I answer, “I was about to be engaged two years ago when my then girlfriend died down there due to a stranger practicing asphyxiation.”

Pam stares at me, “I thought the party was for singles only?”

I coldly reply, “It was … until my girlfriend died.”

Pam asks, “Did you think you were going to get married?”

I answer, “Yes.”

Pam asks, “How many women did you screw that night.”

I am shocked at her questions, how dare she question me, yet I answer, “None, I couldn’t do that to Gina.”

Several of the mothers now smile, they see the result long before I do.

Pam continues, “Yet Gina tries out several men, including strangers she knows nothing about.”

I defend Gina, “It was her way. She was a free spirit.”

Pam adds, “I hear that from lots of guys that get cheated on. She used your parties to do it in front of you which she got off on. You were never going to get married Phil. I am sorry.”

That just shook my world.

Next thing I know, I am in my living room with Carrie and Pam. Everyone else is still in the kitchen, talking softly, and a few concerned women are looking at me from a distance.

Pam starts by apologizing to me, “I am a psychiatrist. When I heard the story of why we could not say anything, I knew you were in denial. I don’t know for sure what Gina would have done, but I know the odds say you were never getting married. When you are in love, you didn’t sleep with or screw other women. That is not normal behavior. Her behavior is normal for someone who’s not ready to get married or at least not with you. There are exceptions, I am generalizing.

“How about I stop by weekly, so we can talk. I think I can help you see things differently and you can stop beating yourself up. A death in your house is traumatic, you still need to deal with it but not by burying your feelings. Are you willing to work with me?”

Carrie answers, “Yes he is.”

Pam is not impressed, “Cute darling. However, he needs to want this, or he will be wasting my time. My time is very much in demand.”

I sit for a few minutes before saying, “I think it is time I deal with my issues. I would appreciate your help.”

That made Pam and Carrie very happy. They both get a kiss from me.

Chapter 6 — Bed Time

I make an announcement, “You have a choice. You can stay here, there are six bedrooms, a lawn, and dozens of air mattresses or I can walk you home. None of us are safe to drive. Who wants me to walk you home?”

Not one hand moves.

I continue, “Five to six of you can fit on a King size bed. My room is off limits, I am entertaining tonight. Here are four pumps and a stack of air mattresses. You can go to the game room, living room, and the back yard. Buddy system tonight, nobody need be alone. I doubt that will be an issue with this group. Remember to text your significant others if needed. I don’t want a jealous husband banging on my door with forty gorgeous naked women inside. They may take offense at that.”

They all giggle, I am positive they are imaging their fathers/husbands banging on my door. I am exhausted. It has been a physically, mentally, and emotionally taxing day. I hope I can keep up with Malissa.

I walk into my room, Carrie follows me, and kisses me.

Carrie says, “I will get Malissa in a moment. I want to make sure you are OK with this. I don’t even know if you know who this girl is or if you like her.”

I gasp at my sister, “I can name every mother and daughter on the team, what their address is, and what their house looks like. There isn’t a girl on this team that isn’t sweet and good looking. To me, Malissa stands out. She is the best looking and most popular. Everyone wants to be her friend. Yet she doesn’t have that stuck up attitude that many women like that have. She is content with who she is and won’t let others change her.

“I do worry about her though. If she is shy amongst men and looks so good, I can see her getting raped at a party or having someone slip a pill in her drink to use her. They are going to want her and will take her unless she finds a boyfriend quick to keep the wolves away. She is smart but that won’t save her at a party where she is solo, and the boys are much stronger. I think this is a wise choice, who suggested it?”

Malissa walks out of my closet, “I did.” I fall to a sitting position on my bed. “A lot of what you just said has gone through my mind and yes, I am terrified around men. Every mom lusts for you, so I know you are the one that will help me.”

I say to her, “You have the advantage. You have what they want. You can make them prove their love for you and you decide how and when the rewards go out. Men will want to protect you, use that to your advantage.”

I look at Carrie, “If you are coming back tonight, I will need a good ninety minutes. I am going to rock Malissa’s world tonight.

Carrie smiles at me, “You get one woman that wants to screw you and now you think you’re a God. You are not anything special. Just a plain OLD guy. Have fun dear and I may come back later.”

She walks out the door.

Malissa laughs, “She will be back.”

I put out my arms for Malissa and she crawls up on my lap and wraps her legs around my body. I gently kiss her lips. I am soft, slow, and steady. I hold her body as she holds me as well. Our mouths part and our tongues make love to each other. They pass on each side, rubbing our skin against each other.

I reach over and pull out a blindfold and put it on Malissa.

She asks, “Why?”

I explain, “You will see me later. Right now, I want to tease your senses. We rely on sight too much, it’s only two dimensional. When you explored my mouth with your tongue, did you need your eyes? No. Rather than see I have a chest, I want you to explore my chest, feel the softness and ridges. Notice that it has contours. That’s thinking three dimensionally and has more data. More data is a more interesting encounter. You will forget 60% of this encounter in a week. With more data your mind works harder, you will remember more.”

I start a line of kisses down her neck and towards her large breasts. Typical for her age, they stand up tall and proud. I use both hands to pulls the breasts apart and watch them spring back into place. Amazing. I use both hands and trace her areola’s, stimulating them. I rub my fingers around the stems of the nipples and then run over the tips, causing her to giggle.

Her tits are so perfect they are like from a cartoon. I use both hands to trace around the nipples causing friction and jolts of electricity to spike her pussy. I squeeze two fingers lightly causing the nipple to flatten and she yips like a small dog. Oh, so cute. I reach over, squeeze the breast and lick the tops of the nipples. Her body shivers.

I clamp down two fingers hard, she lets out a, “Ha…, Ha…, Ha…,” I release. She shakes her whole body.

I push her on to her back and push her legs up in the air. I lean in and she drops her legs over my shoulders. Like earlier tonight I start with the baby kitten experience. I follow that up with licking ice cream. Whiskers are always a hit. Blowing a hot breath across her pussy lips went over well but surprisingly the humming didn’t do much for her. That disappointed me. I kiss my way up and down her lips while licking interchangeably. She likes that a lot.

Malissa says to me, “I appreciate your work and attention to detail. You are very talented … for a guy. If you don’t fuck me soon I am going to burst.”

I smile at her, “Hey, I just had this great idea. I think I should fuck your brains out.”

She giggles at me. I remove the blind fold, lay a towel on the center of the bed, and then place her on it in the classic missionary position. She is staring at my cock, with fear.

I tell her, “This is nothing, some day you are going to pass a bowling ball between your legs, now that is a feat. If I was 10+ inches, then I could hit your cervix. At eight, you will be fine. I am going to push in and it will feel great. I will go slow. When I hit your barrier, that will hurt. I will stop. When you tell me to continue, I will pause and then continue my trek. At that point the pain typically goes away and for the rest of your life, it’s all good.”

I align my cock and press in a bit and she is super tight as expected. I am wider than average and longer than average but by no means a porn star. Her natural lubrication is working fine, that means she is enjoying herself and not here against her will. Great. I apply continuous pressure to continue progress. Soon we run into the great wall. I look at her and she nods as she holds on hard. I roll my hips and thrust through the hymen. She gasps and holds her breath. I don’t move a muscle.

She starts to breathe again and relaxes. She nods her head and I continue pressing down, deep into her body. She is holding the bed very tight, sweating, and has a look of intense concentration on her face like she is willing her body to accept my cock. It works, I run out of cock to push in. She visibly relaxes and has a smile on her face.

Now the fun starts.

I pull out my entire length and then push back in and stop. Malissa moans deeply. I pull out quicker and push in again. This time no stopping, I pull right back out again. I am going slow, reading her face. I want to be in missionary, to easily read her face. All happiness on her face. I can now speed up to a more enjoyable pace yet one that I can sustain for a long time. She is silent. No comments about how good it feels or how great I am. No, this girl is sealed in the moment and enjoying herself immensely. I am happy for her.

She has a sparkle in her eye and a layer of perspiration glistening across her body. She is expending no effort, she could do this forever. From the smile on her face, I think she would like to do this forever. To keep her focused, I will speed up and slow down randomly. She never complains or says anything; each change elicits a soft moan of acknowledgement. The huge smile never falters.

I quickly look at the clock and it’s been an hour. No wonder my hips are starting to tighten up. I was going to stop at thirty minutes but like Malissa I lost track of time fucking this amazing woman. To help end this, I slow way down. She has a look of surprise on her face.

I tell Malissa, “I am going to roll us over into Cowgirl. I need some time for the climax, you get to control the angle, depth, and speed.”

In one smooth roll, she is now on top of me and we never disengage. Hesitantly, she lifts and slams down. She likes that a lot. She speeds up.

I explain to Malissa, “Cowgirl gives you control. With guys my size you might want to start out this way. It guarantees you have control over preparing for the descent. Once you adjust to the guy, you can switch to other positions.

Malissa finally speaks, “It’s cool. You are still in me, yet it feels entirely different. I take it, because the position, the angle and pressure are different, that’s why it feels different to me, right?”

I smile at her, “You’re an expert at sex already.”

She laughs at me.

She says with a smile on her face, “This is really good but takes a lot of effort. I can’t go much longer.”

I pull out and tell her three simple words, “Hands and knees”.

Quick as a cat she is in position with her head turned over her shoulder looking at me sit up and then get on my knees. My member is swaying right to left in front of me. It homes in on her little pussy. Once in position I push in as deep as I can. Malissa lets out an “ooof.”

I bring us quickly back to our familiar fucking speed.

Malissa says happily, “Same speed yet feels so much different. I like this.”

I am nearing my end, I pick up speed slowly. This makes it hard for Malissa to match my thrusts. She stops trying. I continue past my previous high speed. We are breaking new speed records consistently. Malissa is all out sweating and is taking more effort to breath than she did previously. The huge smile still has not wavered.

I go faster and faster. Our bodies are now slamming into each other harder and harder. With each deep thrust now, Malissa grunts. The smile is gone, replaced by a serious face. She is concentrating on the joy and breathing which is much more difficult now. She is pink in the face, not enough oxygen, I speed up more. We are both sweating profusely, we both look like we are dipped in baby oil. Her hair is a mess. Normally it is perfect. Long and wavy light brown hair. Not now, it’s all frizzy and going in 100 directions.

I shorten my stroke, but I can now move to my maximum speed. I am a blur. Malissa is holding a low long constant moan of a note now. It only falters when my body crashes into hers. She has the look of need in her face now. Good, I have that same need. I feel the molten lava surging; the pressure is quickly building for an eruption. In seconds I am going to blow.

I scream out, “Oh, oh, oh …”

I shoot the first rope of cum deep into the womb of this beautiful young woman. She is way too special to be with an old guy like me. I feel great but at the same time guilty that I spoiled this girl. I should not have been the one to do this.

Malissa never saw my anguish. Her body responds by contracting every muscle as hard as it can. Her pussy clamps down on my cock and she curls into a defensive position. I am still pumping my seed deep into her body. At the same time, Malissa lets out an all time scream in sheer volume that had to wake the house and some neighbors. It is like being in a college basketball stadium when the home team was down by two, hits a three-point basket as time expires and wins the championship!

This scream is only something the body can produce, you can’t do that if you try. You can’t summon that much energy. The body must be reacting to something strongly. I hear from the other bedrooms, applause, “Woo whoo”, “Way to go girl”, “Welcome to womanhood”, and lots of whistles. Oh my, they know. Now I am even more embarrassed, and guilt ridden. I am near tears.

Her mother comes sauntering out of the closet. Oh my, she was there, saw the whole thing. Nowhere to hide. That means Malissa knew, they were in this together.

Malissa is awake but unable to do anything but move her eyes and smile. She is trying to talk.

Her mother instructs her, “Just rest baby. You just had the best sex of your life. Far better than I ever got. Go to sleep and dream about it. Your too tired to stay awake. I pushed her on to her side and drag her to the pillows. She watched everything I did with a smile on her face. Finally, her eyelids get heavy and she falls asleep.

Malissa’s mother, Linda, gets in bed and embraces me, planting her rock-hard nipples into my chest.

She asks me, “Why the tears.”

I am ashamed of myself, I can’t look her in the eyes, “That woman was too good for me. She is out of my league. I wouldn’t even bother asking because the answer is “no”. An old man like me certainly should not have been her first. It should have been some young athletic stud her age. This was all wrong.”

Linda chuckles, “You are one weird dude. How many men do you think would have turned down Malissa because she was too good looking? How many would turn down the chance to take her virginity? You know, if given the chance, every guy says, ‘Hell yes.’ A year ago, Malissa told me, ‘That guy is going to take my virginity.’ She was speaking about you.”

Linda holds me harder and grins while saying, “She loved the way you looked, your muscles, your ease with people. You never shouted at the umpire and was never negative about any players. You always found something nice to say whether it be about their looks or the way they played. High school can be harsh. Even beautiful women like these get negative reviews and comments. Never from you though. She loved your maturity, good looks and the fact that you could have had any girl or mother any time, yet you didn’t.”

Linda now looks sexily at me, “You were the perfect person to guide her into womanhood. Your calmness, sexiness, expertise, huge cock, and the fact that you don’t think you are worthy all say that you were in fact the perfect person. You didn’t just fuck her nicely. I know what that was. You made love to her. You are close to all the girls, so it isn’t surprising to me at all. It just explains the generous gift today.

“No kid her age could love her the way you did tonight. They all want her, and she would have felt good. No way she gets what she got tonight though. I have never heard anyone scream like she did tonight. You go dump that pity you have in the toilet, Malissa and I am both damn glad it was you.”

Linda rolls up on me, “I told you, as payment for your services, I would do anything.”

In a weak voice I try to say clearly, “Not a chance in hell. If I receive payment, that makes you a whore and everything I did tonight a farce. In the last twenty-four hours I have cum six times. My body has no energy left. My balls are drained. I can’t do it again. I am not saying I would not like an evening with you. I am just saying not now and not as payment. If we do it, we do it because we both want to.” I smile at her. “That means we can do it again as well … if we choose to. You may not find me good enough.”

Carrie is standing in the doorway, she adds, “I think she will approve. We both have talked in detail about our marriages and our sex life. You will rock her world. Of the women here that are still married, we fall into two categories, Linda and I each represent one side. In my case, my husband hates me and is mildly abusive. We have zero hope of lasting and he won’t miss me when I am gone.

“In Linda’s case they still love each other very much, but they are at the bored stage of their lives. Sex is infrequent and it’s the same old thing when do they do it. I bet the time with the girls is going to spice up their lives for a long time. Am I right?”

Linda looks dreamy, “You have no idea the things I saw. Watching Phil here, I will use a blindfold now. My libido is at an all-time high. I need to fuck. I would love to get my husband down in that room with a bunch of other couples. A no-share night for couples. The exhibition and seeing what others do would be amazing. Some demos on how to use the equipment would be cool. Lessons on ropes, restraints, anal, and pain would be cool.”

I ask, “Do most of the moms have a husband or boyfriend?”

Carrie says, “I think everyone could come up with someone other than me, unless I can get you Phil.”

Carrie closes the door and gets in bed next to me.

Carrie looks into my eyes, “You look so tired baby. Let us help you sleep.”

I lay on my back. Each woman cuddles in my arms and have half their body on mine. We fall asleep quickly like that.