Chapter 15
Everybody cheered as Cherry and Andy crawled out of the pool. We had to help them along, especially Andy, because they looked drained. The boy lay on the lip for several minutes as he caught his breath.
Then he was up on one elbow. "What's going on here?"
"Welcome to the club," my wife exclaimed as she got on her knees by the dripping boy. "We've discovered what togetherness really means. Now you can run home like a child and tell all, if you like. Or you can stay here and be one of us. We love you, Andy All of us do."
The boy blinked at Peggy. "You mean this is what the club does?"
Peggy nodded. "Anybody can do anything to any body, so long as those parties involved agree."
He frowned and scratched his thin chest. His cock was growing again, thank God, because it was difficult to find when it was down. He was hung, all right. It was stumpy and very thick and should have belonged to some giant of a man. Yes, the youth of America could be proud of Andy Vicker.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about Mrs. White," the lad said with awe in his voice, "but I know one thing."
"Yes, dear?"
"I think you're just about the prettiest woman I've ever seen and I've been dreaming about piling the' hell out of you ever since I've known John." He grinned strangely. "I always have to jack off when I go home from here because you get me so hot and bothered just from the way you walk."
Peggy's eyes filled and she said nothing for a minute. Then she managed, in a choking voice, "Bless you, boy."
She leaned down and kissed his lips and her robe flopped open because the kid was loosening the sash. The robe fell away as though by magic and her knockers were hanging down over his chest like fruit on a healthy tree. He helped himself to one, poking it into his mouth and sucking on the nipple.
Peggy quivered as she rolled her eyes at us. "Isn't he a dear? He's nursing."
"He's hot," Cherry rasped. I suppose she was a bit jealous because Andy had turned so quickly from her to her mother. "He's out of his head."
"Then I hope we can keep him that way," my wife purred.
She turned back to him and her fingers strayed to his crotch. She picked up his semirigid dick and stroked it until it looked like a trench mortar ready to go off. He was gurgling and reaching for her other breast. Then he was groping toward her box and finally Peggy fell over his glistening body.
She slithered around until she was astride him, her knees drawn up, She felt behind her buttocks and found his cock. It was like the horn of a saddle, only backwards. She giggled and eased herself up and back until she was poised over that stump of a prick.
She came down slowly and the knob disappeared into her golden bush. She was beautiful at that moment as her eyes filled with motherly passion. "Wonderful child," she breathed.
He said something like "goo" and they came closer together. That thick cock was making headway up her slick canal and we watched in awe. Peggy looked pained for a moment; that quickly passed and she was smiling again. She kept letting her body down until she was fully seated on his crotch. She must have been splitting wide open inside.
She grasped his shoulders and began to hump herself up. He pulled his loins down as much as he could in the same instant and, working slowly, they set up a rhythm. Soon they were pumping like a smoothly oiled machine, stroking, gasping, giggling and smiling at our scattered applause.
Their twin orgasms shattered the night as Peggy screamed. We shushed her at once and I waited for the telephone to ring, but, of course, there was nobody at home next door to hear. Virginia, our neighbor, was right here with us.
The couple writhed and twisted and turned until Andy was on top, dripping down into Peggy's face She had her mouth wide open as she tried to catch his mingled sweat and the water on his forehead from the pool.
At last they fell apart and again the boy was lying on the pool apron, panting, fighting to catch his breath. Peggy leaped into the pool to cleanse herself and she was out again in a moment, drying her wonderful body. She was as full of life as ever.
I was enjoying her enjoyment when I felt something at my elbow. I turned to see Donna close to me, looking very small in her oversized robe. She seemed troubled and I leaned down to hear what she had to say. Her eyes were as dark as her black hair and she was suddenly very appealing.
"What it is, dear?" I said in a fatherly voice.
"I said you haven't looked at me in hours. What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"
I was stunned, but it wasn't sporting to show favoritism in our club. I took her aside. "I didn't dream ..."
"I was just wondering," she murmured, twisting her hands.
I caught her hand and said, "Come along."
She came willingly as I led her back into the house. We crossed the front room in silence and marched up the stairs. I took her straight to the very large master bedroom, where Peggy and I shared a king-size bed. In the doorway we paused and I gestured with my arm. "For a little while, honey, this belongs only to you and me."
"Oh, Mr. White."
"Jack. Mr. White's my father."
She giggled as I led her to the bed and there she sat down. I opened her sash and pulled the robe over her very white shoulders. Christ but her shining black hair was sexy as it tumbled over those shoulders. She was a beauty, stacked, plump in all the right places, and her baby talk had long since vanished. Donna Baker had become a woman in that night.
She kept those big dark eyes on me as I got the robe out of the way completely. Then I knelt before her and rested my elbows on her white knees. She leaned forward so I could kiss her lips. They were soft and full, sweet and tender, warming and full of little jumping nerves.
I began to rub her knees and she quivered. So I sat at her side and put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her against me. It was wonderful when her breast flattened against my chest. She looked down at my shirt and I followed her glance to see my prick pressing against the fly. I easily ripped the grippers free and the dick shot into the room, stiff and waving like some aroused animal. She made a sound.
"Did you say something, dear?"
"I said it looks very nice."
"How nice?"
"So nice I'd like to suck it. So nice I'd like to make you come deep in my throat. Do you think we could manage that, Mr. White?"
"We can certainly try." How could I speak with such thrills ripping through my vitals?
She kissed me then and we embraced. Our twisting bodies rolled back on the bed and she was on top of me, her knees catching a thigh and hanging to me as though she feared someone would try to haul us apart. Then she was kissing my throat and my chest. She even went back to my mouth to French me for a while.
Her hands fluttered down over my chest as she got up on her knees. She was to one side now and I was flat on my back My prick was a flagpole pointing toward the ceiling. She drilled her finger into my bellybutton and I laughed. Then she wormed into my stiff hairs and I stopped laughing.
"Hey," I groaned.
"You're all excited, aren't you?"
"Hell, yes."
She put her mouth on me, kissing my belly, even though I tried to suck it back to my spine. She bored in and then her tongue was drilling my bellybutton until I was actually afraid I'd go off too soon.
She got her face down in my hairs and soon her lips jiggled just above the base of my prick. She then moved and found it. I gasped as her tender lips marched out on my dick and they hit the knob. I almost lost my cookies again, but I held my breath and kept from squirting everybody before it was time.
But Donna wasn't losing any time, either. She sensed that the old man still had a full wad in his crotch and she didn't want to waste a drop. She took my knob into her mouth and I loved the way her teeth nibbled the very tip as it passed between them.
Then she hooked the entire knob in her jaws and paused for a few breaths. Soon her dark head began its pumping and I beat on the bed with my fists. She was so wonderfully talented, all I had to do was go crazy enjoying it.
She worked quietly, except for an occasional slurping that filled the room with its sexy sound. Then I felt my sperm start their rush. I was coming, even though I would have wanted to enjoy a few more minutes of her talented lips and teeth.
My dork was all the way in, jamming against her throat so that she occasionally choked. I blasted like a cannon and the jizz squirted from me, slamming into her throat and down into her belly so fast that she had to swallow.
She got red in the face, but her lips never broke the seal as she breathed through her nose. I came again and again and she kept it sliding smoothly into her belly. If a woman could get pregnant in her belly, I would have knocked up Donna for certain.
At last I was through and I lay back, exhausted, sweating, feeling the pain of one orgasm too many. Donna was still sucking on me, getting the final drop and using suction to pull out a few extra when there shouldn't have been a drop left.
I opened my eyes and there they were, ringing the bed, and they broke into smiles and cheers. "Good show, Daddy," Cherry cried as she patted my damp forehead.
Peggy beamed at me as she crawled up on the bed. The others followed her and there was launched in high gear one of the world's most fantastic orgies. Donna got next to me, and then Virginia. The boys crowded in close and everybody was stroking everybody else. Hands, breasts, cocks and balls were everywhere.
We started sucking, fucking, corn-holing, screwing one another in the mouth and the ear and in ever other bodily cavity that could be reached short of surgery. It went on for hours and we paused only long enough to raid the refrigerator now and then.
Presently I started to hurt. I was still able to come but my jizz was turning pink. I was literally shooting my own body out the end of my dick. Finally I came particularly strongly when Cherry and Donna were working me over from different ends at the same time.
That was when I passed out and I can only dimly remember hearing the others deciding to break it up-for a while. Then Peggy was calling the doctor and they were rushing me to the hospital and I woke up in this bed. Don't ask me how many days it's been. Too many, that's all I know.
Peggy and the others came in to see me, looking somehow strange fully clothed. They talked in code because a nurse was hovering around, but I got their message. They're waiting for me to recharge my batteries and for the doctor to announce that old Jack White could return to the front lines.
But now here's old Jim from work, telling me to take it easy and get plenty of rest, that my pay will continue until I'm back on my feet. But right behind him is Jim's wife, Stella, and she's giving me the eye. She's never done that in quite that way before. I wonder if she knows something?
They're leaving now, thank goodness, but Stella has already promised shell come back after dinner tonight and bring me something special. Too bad I'm in a private room because I have a hunch I know what she's got in mind.
There could be trouble, though, because the club is going to hold a meeting at my bedside tonight Could be we'll be taking in at least one new member.
Probably more than one, come to think of it. That blond nurse can't keep her eyes off me.