Chapter 9
Roger drove home from Chicago a happy man. That Suzy was like no other woman he'd ever known. He didn't know now what he could do that could top that experience. All he knew was that as he thought about it, he got excited. He was ready for action again, and this surprised him, because he wasn't such a young man.
But there were no promising female hitch hikers on the road this time. They were all back at school, safely, or not so safely, in their dorms, studying a little and fucking a lot, probably. Besides, in a pinch, there was always his wife. She was still a pretty good lay, Roger thought. But he craved variety, and what his wife didn't know, he figured, wouldn't hurt her.
When Roger got home it was past dinner time. He grabbed his wife and gave her a good quick fuck, which she probably enjoyed more than he did, but it satisfied him temporarily.
The next morning he went to see Gessner and report about his trip. He missed seeing Abby there and in his mind's eye he imagined her sucking Rita's boobs while Rita fondled his dick. What would Gessner say if he knew?
"Have a good trip?" Gessner asked.
"Fine, just fine," Roger said. "It was real nice to have company along. Abby's a real fine gal, Fred. Real nice girl."
"She didn't tell you anything about her life---her social life, did she?"
"No. We just talked small talk."
"Um. Didn't say she had a boyfriend or anything?"
"Why?"
"Well, she doesn't seem to date much and isn't much concerned about getting married. Her mother and I are a little worried. A pretty girl like Abby... "
"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much. She's a pretty smart gal. Probably just hasn't met anyone interesting enough etc."
"Yeah. I never thought I'd be concerned because my daughter wasn't boy crazy, though. Figured it'd be the other way around."
"I'm sure it'll turn out okay," Roger said. "I'm going to clean things up at the office now. I'll probably be in town the rest of the week."
"Come in Monday, Roger," Gessner said. "We'll figure out what spot to hit next."
"Right." Roger left Gessner's office remembering Abby in her tied-up shirt and sexy dungarees. God, that girl had tits. He wondered if Fred would ever find out his daughter was a Lesbian. A girl who liked other girls. A girl who liked to play with big boobs and suck on twats and stick her fingers into pussies and roll her tongue around in cunts and kiss other girls on the lips. He wondered if Fred imagined in his wildest dreams that his big-titted little girl liked to have other girls ram their fingers into her cunt and play with her glorious boobs and diddle her clit and maybe stick a dildo into her pussy. He wondered what Fred would say if he told him the truth about Abby. He'd probably accuse him of being a liar and fire him.
When Roger got home later that day his wife told him they'd been invited to dinner at her parents house. Roger didn't see much of his in-laws. His wife went to visit them frequently when Roger was out of town, but Roger didn't care much for relatives. "This time you're coming with me," his wife said sternly. "The family hasn't seen you for at least five years. It doesn't look right."
"Okay, dear," Roger said, his memory flashing back to the last time his wife's family had been over to see them. There was the little scrawny sister of his wife's, who she mentioned now and then and who must be pretty grown up by now. "By the way, how's your sister, what's her name?"
"Ginger. Ginger. Roger, you're terrible with names. You should be ashamed of yourself."
"Well, how's Ginger? Remember we used to give her a quarter to get lost when we were courting?"
` "Yes. Well, she's almost old enough to be courting herself now. She's seventeen and nearly ready to graduate from high school. She just started her senior year."
"My, my. Time sure does fly."
Roger and his wife got in the car and headed out Northern Boulevard to Great Neck, the same community in which Gessner lived. Roger knew better than to go on the Expressway. Although it was called an expressway, the road was known by everyone as the "world's longest parking lot." It was better to go a different route, even though every block had a Traffic light.
Twenty minutes later they turned down a lovely tree-lined street with gentle curves and sprawling expensive ranch houses spaced every other acre. Roger wondered briefly if his wife missed the many luxuries her father had provided for her. Roger himself made a nice living. There wasn't much they were without, but he had to admit he wasn't really in this class.
They parked in the driveway, and as they walked up to the front door, it opened and out bounded a golden-haired, high titted teenager in tight cutoffs and T-shirt. The teenager kissed his wife on the cheek and said to him, "`Well, well, if it isn't the old brother-in-law. Hiya Stranger."
"So you're Ginger," Roger said, looking at her appreciatively as his wife went inside to greet her parents. "My but you've grown."
"Yes,' said Ginger in a sugary voice. "And you look just as good as ever," she went on. "I always thought you were kind of cute, but all you ever wanted to do was give me quarters."
"Well," Roger said, "you were just a little pest in those days."
"It wasn't very nice of you not to let me watch. I may have been young, but I was also curious."
Roger felt a twitch in his cock. No, he told himself. Not my sister-in-law. No.
These girls like to talk big, he told himself. She's as innocent as she used to be. She must be. But as he walked into the house, he had to brush by Ginger and she rubbed her hard firm tit against his arm and then he knew he'd been lying to himself.
Roger had had enough experience with teens to know they weren't as innocent as he'd once thought they were. This Ginger was probably no exception.
Roger greeted his in-laws. They chatted for a while and said as soon as Ginger's friend arrived, they'd begin dinner.
Ginger's friend turned out to be a young man with long hair and a guitar slung over his shoulder. Roger studied the way they looked at each other and he decided they were fucking each other. Roger envied the young man, but from the way Ginger had talked to him, she wasn't the faithful type.
After dinner, they retired to the living room. Soon Ginger and the young man disappeared. Roger excused himself and headed for the bathroom.
But on his way there, he stopped and looked in all the bedrooms and nooks and crannies, hoping to End Ginger and the boy.
As he passed a closed door in the hallway, he thought he heard some sounds, so he opened the door. Ginger and the boy were standing against the wall, humping like crazy, with their clothes on. The boy quickly pushed Ginger, away from him when he heard the door open.
"Don't worry, it's only Roger," Ginger said, smiling at him.
"I was looking for the bathroom," Roger said.
"The next door," Ginger said. When Roger left Ginger closed the bedroom door again and this time Roger thought he heard it lock.
Roger went into the bathroom and pulled out his cock. It was hard. Roger thought about Ginger. and what she might be doing to that boy and his cock grew even harder. He imagined Ginger sucking on it for him, her golden locks spilling over his stomach, and he gave his prick a few hard jerks. He imagined Ginger's little tits pressing against him, and imagined her golden-haired pussy opening up to receive his big purple prick and he imagined himself ramming it in and out of her. Up and down his hand moved on his dick, harder and harder. He squeezed his fist around it and imagined Ginger and her boyfriend fucking fucking fucking and before he knew it he was coming.
Roger washed his hands and peed. He stuffed his prick back into his pants and went back into the hallway. The door to the bedroom was open now, and the room was empty.
When Roger got back to the living room, Ginger and her boyfriend were sitting there with the rest of the family. Soon the young couple got up to leave, Ginger saying she'd be back around midnight or so. As soon as she left, Roger became unbearably bored and reminded his wife that he had to put in a full day at the office tomorrow.
"Well, what did you think of Ginger?" his wife asked on the way home.
"Oh, Ginger," Roger said, yawning. "Seemed okay. She going to marry that guy?"
"No," his wife said. "Mom says she's got a different fellow every week. She's very popular, Mom says."
"Well, she's pretty," Roger said, "looks sorta like you." The next morning Roger headed for the office. Before he'd even sat down at the desk his phone rang.
"Hello, Roger. Know who this is?" sang out a sexy voice.
"Uh, no, not really." It sounded like Ginger.
"Well, it's little Ginger."
"Ginger, how nice to hear from you." Roger's hand began to shake and his cock twitched inside his underwear. "What do you want?"
"Well," Ginger said, "first I want to know if I can trust you?"
"What do you want?"
"Are you going to blab about what you saw in the bedroom the other night, or are you cool?"
"I'm cool. Believe me, I'm cool." Roger said, feeling the sweat roll off his forehead.
"Well," Ginger continued. "If you're cool, and if you want to have some fun, and if you can keep secrets from your wife and my parents, then I may be able to help you out."
"Yes," Roger said, trying to keep his voice calm.
"You're interested, then?" Ginger asked.
"Go on, Ginger. Please. Go on."
"My boyfriend, the one you met last night, is having a party. His parents are away and he's very rich. Very rich. There's a pool and a bar and just about everything you could want there... good music, and all that stuff. You want to come?"
"When?"
"Tonight." Ginger gave him the address. It was in Kings Point, the wealthiest section of Great Neck.
"Are you going to be there?"
"Of course, silly. I wouldn't miss this party for anything. Everyone says it's going to be the greatest."
"Well, what time?" Roger asked.
"Eight o'clock. Don't be late," Ginger said.
"Your boyfriend doesn't mind if I come?"
"No, silly."
Roger called his wife and told her that a client was in town and that he wouldn't be home for dinner that night. The day didn't pass quickly enough for him. He worked fast and furiously, hoping he wouldn't notice the hours going by, but he did. He kept looking at his watch, doing more figuring, and finally, he left the office in frustration and anticipation. He didn't know what this party was going to be like, but it couldn't be bad. At the least, he'd see a fancy house and get a good swim.
Roger went out of the office and into a store to buy a pair of swimming trunks. They were sold out. He went into another store, and then another, and not one store had one pair of trunks left. He couldn't go home to get his suit, because his wife would get suspicious.
He imagined himself being the only one not swimming because he didn't bring his suit. He wondered how Ginger and her boyfriend would react to his going naked in the pool. He passed one more store. It was getting late now, and Roger didn't have much time to grab a bite for dinner and get out to Great Neck, but he ducked into the store and asked the salesman for a suit.
"Kind of late in the season," the man said.
"I know," Roger replied. "Just thought I'd ask, on the chance."
"I might have something in the stock room," the man said, and he went back to look. He came out with two swimming trunks.
One of them was Roger's size, so he took it. "You were lucky," said the man. "These were going back to the manufacturer tomorrow."
"Thanks a lot," Roger said.
Roger got himself a sandwich and then headed for Penn Station and the Long Island Railroad. He settled himself down in the train and watched the parade of people passing through his car looking for seats. There were plenty of pretty girls, coming home from work and the private specialty schools in the city. They traveled in packs, laughing and whispering, and Roger wished he was a teenager again, in this day, when he could have gotten what he wanted without having to fight for it. When the train got to Great Neck, Roger hopped a cab for Kings Point. It was five minutes after eight when he rang the doorbell. The boy he'd seen with Ginger last night opened the door.
"Hello, Roger. Nice to see you. Hey, everyone, Roger's here."
Roger walked into the living room and saw Ginger and about fifteen other young people, girls and boys, lounging on the floor. The air was heavy with the smell of marijuana. Several of the teenagers were taking drags on joints and passing them around.
Ginger got up and walked over to Roger. She took his hand and led him to the center of the crowd. They sat down on the door and Ginger offered him a cigarette. He took. a pull, happy that he'd had a little experience with grass so he knew what to do.
"Hey, he knows about joints," one girl said. "He's a hip old man. Ginger, why didn't you tell us he was a hip old man?"
"I didn't know," Ginger said. "Roger, this is Flossie."
"Nice to meet you, Roger," Flossie said, "and this here's Buck, and that's James, and that's Rona, and that's Sylvia, and over there's Ritchie, and that girl in the black that's Donna." She went on and on, introducing him to everyone, but Roger soon lost track of the names. He was busy staring at the lovely bodies around him. He began to wonder what kind of party this was, anyway.
As he looked around the room, he saw Howard, Ginger's boyfriend, necking with another girl. He pointed this out to Ginger, who didn't seem in the least disturbed. In fact, she turned her luscious body toward Roger and began kissing him.
Roger put his arms around her and kissed back, feeling a little embarrassed until he realized no one was looking at him. Everyone was kissing someone else, and it wasn't long before Ginger was fiddling with his belt.
"Ginger," he said, "what's going on here?"
"You've never been to an orgy, Roger? What kind of a man are you?"
Ginger tugged his pants down and then unbuttoned his shirt. She then took off her own clothes and twirled around for Roger to admire. "You like."
Roger grabbed her for an answer. He put his hands on her tits. Each boob just at into his palm. Her nipples grew stiff with excitement.
Ginger's golden pussy hair glistened in the half-light and Roger stuck his hand on her mound and found her clit. Ginger wriggled against his hand...
Roger's cock was sticking straight up now, and he was just about to find a spot on the floor to lay Ginger down in when he felt a hand on his prick. It was Flossie's. "You don't mind, do you, Roger?"
"Not at all," Roger said.
Ginger played with Roger's balls while Flossie moved her hand up and down on his cock Flossie had big floppy boobs that jiggled with each stroke and Roger put his hands on them. Soon another girl arrived to join them. Roger didn't know her name, but she had black hair and a p black bush over her pussy. She stuck an ample breast near Roger's mouth and he began to suck on it. He stuck one hand in her pussy and she writhed with pleasure on his hand.
Then Roger noticed that the girls were not only feeling him up, but were playing with each other too. Ginger and Flossie stopped squeezing him for a few moments to play with each other's titties, and the third girl, who by now had said her name was Venus, put her mouth around his cock and began sucking with excruciating slowness.
Roger began to look around the room a little and saw Howard fucking Sylvia in the ass. His cock was huge, as big as his own, and he couldn't believe the boy was only seventeen. Sylvia was lying on her stomach, her face buried in another girl's pussy as Howard was fucking her. All around the room, people were fucking and sucking like crazy. He even saw two boys holding each other's cock.
"Keep those two away from me," he said to Ginger, whose hand was deep in her own twat while Flossie sucked her boobs.
"Don't worry. They're the only two fags here. Flossie and I invited them because we like to watch them give each other blow jobs."
Before Roger knew what was happening, Venus removed his cock from her mouth and moved over to where Sylvia and Howard were. Sylvia's girl had left the scene and Venus took her place, while Howard continued his ass fuck.
Flossie began to eat Ginger's pussy, but Roger gently pushed her out of the way. She moved a bit reluctantly and Roger began to shove his prick into Ginger's tight wet pussy. "Come here, Flossie," Ginger said. "I'll eat you."
Flossie spread her legs and sat on Ginger's head, while Ginger's tongue dipped in and out of Flossie's cunt. Ginger's pussy squeezed itself around Roger's prick while Roger stroked in and out of it, loving the tightness. If he hadn't known better, he would have sworn Ginger was a virgin because her pussy was so tight.
Flossie said to him, "You're fucking the tightest cunt in town, Roger. Consider yourself lucky."
Soon Roger heard all sorts of strange moaning sounds coming from the room. There were screams, grunts, cries of "Oh, yes," and "Fuck me, baby," and Roger began to feel the cum welling up in his balls.
Pretty soon Flossie began screaming too, and she said to Ginger, "Ginger, Mark and Donald are sucking each other now. It's too bad you can't see, but they're doing it right now, pulling at each other's dicks and making them so hard and shiny. Oh, Ginger, eat me more, suck harder, Oh, Ginger, I'm coming and so are` Donald and Mark coming. Now Ginger, Now."
Ginger began to pump her body frantically beneath Roger. She began gasping for air and then her cunt convulsed around his prick And she let out a muffled screech while she came hard around Roger's dick. Then she reached under him and squeezed his balls with her hand and Roger heard himself grunt while the juice poured out of his cock and mingled with Ginger's juices that had been leaking from her hot pussy all night.
The room was silent for awhile, and then slowly the lovely bodies started getting up and walking naked out the sliding glass doors that led from the living room to the pool.
"Want to swim?" Ginger asked.
"Sure," said Roger.
In the pool everyone was squeezing tits, asses and cocks, "in anticipation of the next round," said Ginger.
"Next round?"
"Sure, when everyone changes partners. See, people are starting to pair up and group off now. Who do you want to fuck next?"
"Ginger, I hate to say this, but I don't think I can do it again. I think I'd better go home now. But I hope you'll invite me again some time."
"Sure, Roger. We have these parties once a month. You can come anytime. Even if you're only good for one, it's a good one. I've been wondering for years what it would feel like to have your cock in me, and I liked it just fine." Roger left the pool and went back into the living room to put his clothes on. "Leaving so soon, Roger?" Sylvia asked. "Why don't you call me sometime? Ginger says you're very hot stuff."
Roger wrote down Sylvia's number, although he didn't think he'd be able to do much for her very soon, at any rate.
"Call between 3 and 5 in the afternoon," Sylvia said. "My mother gets home at 5."
Roger stashed the number in his wallet. When he got home his wife woke up from a sound sleep and mumbled, "Have a nice time?"
"Oh, these clients. I'd rather they stayed home," Roger said. "Good night, dear."
Three days later, while his wife was out shopping, Roger felt that familiar twitch in his cock while remembering the orgy. He got Sylvia's phone number from his wallet and dialed.
"Hello," she said.
"Hello, this is Roger."
"Why, lover boy, I'm glad you called. I've been thinking about you," Sylvia said.
"I've been thinking about you, too," Roger said, placing his hand on his cock.
"What have you been thinking?"
"I've been thinking about us getting together, maybe alone."
"That might be nice, "Sylvia said. "And what would we do?"
Roger's hand squeezed his cock harder. "You want to discuss it now?"
"Sure," said Sylvia. "There's no one here. I can't see you until tomorrow night, but I can listen to you right now. I've got a nice pussy waiting for you. Why don't you take your cock out of your pants and I'll imagine what it looks like... "
Roger began fabricating a story to tell his wife about where he'd be tomorrow night, while Sylvia's voice crooned on, Roger kept jerking off, knowing Sylvia was doing the same. Tomorrow night, it would be for real, Roger know, and he know also that he'd be a dirty old man for life.