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 A FUN KIND OF GIRL 5

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   Author's Notes: A FUN KIND OF GIRL is the third book of the Gold Club
Series.  Book Three is the story of Ed Morgan, a young man who idolizes his
older brother Jack.  Jack teaches him about sex and sexuality and about the
fun kind of girls.  (Mm+/f, Mm+/Ff+, Mm, mF, MF, cons, anal, oral, light
bond, inc, interr, voy)

   A FUN KIND OF GIRL (Gold Club Book 3) By Art Martn

   CHAPTER 5



   Friday afternoon, Jack drove me to Delmar Manor.  Jack punched some
numbers into the security box and the gate opened.  I noticed a silver
Jaguar in a parking area off the driveway.  He dropped me off at the front
door.

   "Have fun Sport, and don't do anything I wouldn't do."

   "And just what wouldn't you do, Jack?"

   He laughed, "Nothing!  Have fun.  No need to save yourself for
marriage!"

   I found the doorbell this time and rang.  James' voice came over the
intercom.  "It's Eddie Morgan," I replied.  The door buzzed as the lock
electrically disengaged.  I opened the massive front door, surprised at the
ease with which it swung open, and stepped into the foyer, closing the door
behind me.

   While waiting, I studied some of the artwork displayed.  One of the
large sculptures caught my attention.  There was a man reclining with a
voluptuous woman sitting/lying on top of him, her legs splayed, his dick
planted in her crotch.  Another man straddled them both, holding grapes to
her mouth with one hand, holding her left breast in the other, his pecker
at the ready.  On the base, the work was titled, 'Liberum Arbitrium et
Libido' and dated 1913.  I didn't know what the inscription meant at the
time, but I had a good guess, and later found out that it meant, 'free will
and sexual desire'.

   I studied one of the large paintings; a pastoral scene of a lively
picnic under large spreading trees with nude people in various sex acts. 
In addition to straight fucking in a variety of positions, there were women
sucking the tits of other women, gangbangs, and a little boy apparently
sucking off a reclining man.  I had a full-blown boner when James appeared
in his tuxedo.

   "Master Eddie.  Please follow me."

   I followed the tall black butler through several rooms and out onto the
tree-shaded patio.  It was a miracle of nature how in just a few days that
the trees had leafed out so much.  There was Sylvia and another older
woman, sitting around a small, low table and drinking a glass of wine. 
Sylvia was dressed in a blue silk blouse with a plunging neckline revealing
her cleavage with a white skirt and white high-heeled sandals.  The other
woman had dark short hair (dyed no doubt).  She was very attractive and
looked to be in her early fifties.  She was more casually dressed, with red
shorts and a white blouse tied at her midriff, revealing her belly button.
Her shoe was hanging on by one toe.  She wasn't bad looking at all, but
when she was younger, no doubt she was a knockout.

   "Eddie dear!  I'm so glad you're here.  I've missed you darling," gushed
Miss Sylvia.

   "Eddie, this is my friend, Janet.  Janet this is the boy I was telling
you about."

   Janet flashed me a knowing smile.  I sat down across from the two ladies
forming a tight circle.  Sylvia and Janet continued their conversation
about Naples, Italy.  I listened as these two women talked about the shops
and restaurants of this far away place as if it were just down the street.

   Sylvia changed the subject and went on to tell Janet that I played
football and that my mother painted me in the nude.  I knew from her
expression what Janet was thinking, what everyone thinks when they hear
that.  I looked at Janet and answered the unspoken question, "She an
artist. It's strictly art." Janet smiled at me and softly laughed.  I knew
she didn't believe me.

   Janet dropped her shoe and extended her foot to my crotch, teasing me,
rubbing me.  She was delighted with my reflexive response.  She raised her
foot and began flicking at the buttons of my madras shirt.  She exhibited
an amazing pedio-dexterity as she casually unbuttoned my shirt buttons with
her toes, one by one until she could run her foot across the bare skin of
my chest without obstruction.

   I took Janet's foot in hand and began nibbling at her toes, then lathing
them, and then sucking each one in turn.  Her other foot found my crotch,
rubbing my dick, pulling my shirt tail out, unbuckling my belt and finally
unbuttoning and unzipping my pants.  I hadn't bothered to wear my boxers
and when my pants were unzipped, my stiff rod sprang forth.  She rubbed my
dick again and tugged at my open pants with her amazingly dexterous toes.

   Talented as she was with her feet, she didn't stand a chance of pulling
my pants down, so I lifted my hips and discarded them for her.  Sylvia's
foot was now rubbing me as well and soon I had two feet at my mouth and two
feet at my dick.  I massaged their feet as I orally attended to their toes.


   Janet switched feet and her saliva-drenched foot wet my dick.  What a
turn on!  I decided to get in on the foot play and after kicking off my
shoes and socks I ran my foot up Sylvia's leg to her crotch.  For some
reason, it surprised me that she wasn't wearing any panties, not that I
minded.  With my foot I rubbed her bare pussy.

   Sylvia was getting hot and wet, her breathing was heavy and as my toes
slipped between her labia into the wet sensitive region underneath, she let
out a loud passionate groan.  My big toe found her clit, blood engorged and
stiff, and soon I had her in the throes of an orgasm.

   Janet lustfully watched her friend getting off and she pulled her feet
away from me for a moment, just long enough to remove her shorts and
panties before returning her feet to me.  I slid my other foot up her leg
and proceeded to tease her pussy with my toes.

   My view of Sylvia was somewhat obstructed by her skirt, but Janet's
hairy snatch was in full view.  I watched my toes disappear into her furry
channel, that coupled with the continuing foot action on my cock sent me
over the edge and I shot off on their feet.  They didn't stop, but kept
rubbing and smearing cum over their toes.  They switched feet again
presenting my mouth with toes covered in my spunk.  After several minutes
of me raking up and down her slit and clit with my toes, Janet began to
jerk about.  Warm fluid shot out of her pussy onto my foot as she convulsed
in her chair.  Everyone stopped, sated for the moment.  We were a tangle of
legs, our feet covered with sexual secretions.

   James poured the ladies a fresh glass of cold wine and brought me a
coca-cola.  Sylvia brought my foot, wet with her pussy juice to her mouth
and began sucking my toes.  She cut her eyes towards me and nodded towards
her friend still coming down from her orgasmic high.  I lifted my other
juice-covered foot to her mouth and she began eagerly lapping up her own
secretions.  The toe sucking really felt great, very erotic.

   I was slouched down in my chair, shirt open, with no pants on, legs
raised upwards, with the two older women sucking my toes when Mr.  D walked
out on the vulgar display.  He was fresh from the office, dressed in a
gray-pin striped suit.

   "Good afternoon, ladies," he politely greeted.

   Mr.  D's appearance broke up our game for the time being.  He kissed his
wife and then walked over to Janet.  "Afternoon Mrs.  Huddleston." He
reached down and lewdly ran his fingers up her crotch, brining his fingers
to his nose for a smell.  "You always smell so good, Janet.  Is Karl coming
by?"

   She looked up at him with a dreamy look in her eyes.  "No, he's in San
Francisco.  Won't be home until late this evening."

   "That's too bad," he said insincerely.  "I see you met our new boy,
Eddie."

   "Yes, he's quite the charmer."

   James handed Mr.  D a martini.  He sipped it as he looked at me. 
"Eddie, get rid of that shirt," he commanded.  "I want you nude until it's
time for you to go home to your mama."

   I sat up and got rid of the offending clothing.  He undressed, handing
James his tie, his coat, and then his trousers.  James went straightway
into the house to hang up the garments.  Mr.  D simply shucked is
undergarments in a pile on the patio.  He downed his martini and adjusted
his heavy balls, letting the air circulate around them.  He took a deep
breath, sucking in the fresh air.  "Ah, the weekend at last!" Then he
walked over to the pool and dove in.

   The pool was a large, free form pool surrounded by rock gardens and
elaborate arbors.  He swam a few minutes and then got out, returning to our
little circle, dripping wet.  He stood behind Janet's chair and reached
over, plunging a wet hand down her blouse, making a big show of feeling her
up, his other hand fumbled with the knot in her blouse until he got it
loose.  He opened her blouse exposing her taut 38C tits with their
magnificent dark aureoles and super sized nipples.  Squeezing her nipples,
he looked at me with a playful grin across his face.

   "Aren't these the best looking tits in the world?" he said tweaking her
teats.  Janet beamed at the compliment but Sylvia grew defensive.

   "What about my tits?" pouted his wife.  "You said my tits were the best
looking in the world!"

   "Sorry Syl, I'm too far away to see without my glasses.  Besides you
look like some preacher's wife all dressed up and hidden from appreciate
eyes."

   With that Sylvia removed the two articles of clothing she was wearing,
her silk blouse and white skirt and neatly placed them on another chair. 
Within a minute, James had gathered the clothes up and had taken them
inside.  Mr.  D mauled Janet's tits for several minutes, rolling her big
nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

   It looked to me that Mr.  D was going to be fucking Janet any minute
now, so I turned my attention to Sylvia.  Continuing our foot game, I
started at her toes and licked my way up her sensitive inner thigh to her
bald pussy.  I gently licked at her vulva before licking and nibbling on
her other thigh.  She loudly groaned as I made a licking, exploratory pass
across her pussy.  I was about to make another teasing pass but she grabbed
my head and shoved my face into her crotch.

   Lewdly I rubbed my face in her pussy, covering it with the nectar of her
sex, before I shoved my long tongue deep into her pussy.  I orally fucked
her while rubbing her clit with my nose.  She started thrusting her pelvis,
humping my willing mouth, and then she started to come.  I tongue fucked
her harder and faster as she came.  Her legs locked around my head and I
heard her muffled cry of unleashed passion through the skin of her thighs.
She bucked about and almost tore my head off, life giving oxygen cut off by
her enveloping cuntal lips.  Sweet pussy juice flooded my sucking mouth.  I
gasped for air when she let go of my head.  Catching my breath, I dove
between her legs again but she pushed me away, protesting that she needed a
rest.  I sat up, face dripping wet.

   James had been scurrying about, placing what looked like velvet covered
gym mats on the patio floor and the positioning a low padded bench in the
middle.  Now he stood nearby, waiting on orders, feigning disinterest.

   Mr.  D had straddled Janet's chair and she was sucking him off.  He
pulled off and helped her to her feet, guiding her to a heavy table a few
steps away.  She climbed on the table and spread her legs, her ass at one
edge of the tabletop.  Mr.  D stepped up and shoved his dick into her
sopping wet primary fuck hole.

   I stood up and helped Sylvia to her feet and walked her to the padded
bench so thoughtfully placed there by the butler.  I tried to get her to
lie down so I could fuck her, but she refused, she was going to fuck me. 
Following her instructions, I lay down on the bench.  Facing away from me,
she straddled me, guiding my youthful masculine protuberance into her
experienced and always cock-hungry honey-hole.  Slowly she took me into
her.

   As she rode my blood-swollen cock, I watched Mr.  D pound Janet while he
watched his wife pound me.  I could hear a stentorian slap, slap, slap as
their flesh met stroke after stroke.  Sylvia stopped pounding me and sat
with my cock buried to the hilt and began fucking me with her vaginal
muscles without moving her body.  God it felt good!  I really needed to
teach Jamie how to do that.

   Then she was riding me again, with long strokes until she was wildly
pounding me again.  She stopped and did the pussy muscle thing again.  I
reached forward and found her anus.  Her asshole opened and closed around
my finger, like a fish gulping a minnow.  I stroked her ass a few times and
her rhythmic vaginal contractions stopped, being replaced by hard spasmodic
pulses that squeezed my dick hard.  I let myself go.  A river of pleasure
flowed through the tube of my hardened flesh and erupted into her clasping
cunt.  A high-pitched cry announced her pleasure to the heavens as we came
together.  She sat still for several minutes recovering, her palpitating
pussy milking and gently massaging my now shrinking penis.

   Sylvia scooted back, pulling my limp cock from her cunt, positioning her
cum dripping cunt over my face and sat down.  Her labia parted and encased
my face.  If I was to take another breath I had to make an adjustment. 
Pushing my head back, my nose sipped from the maw of her vagina and nestled
against her butt hole.  At least I could breathe.  The adjustment also put
my mouth over her leaking fuck tunnel where I could slurp my cum from her
cunt.  As she pressed her crotch into my face, her anus opened and my nose
penetrated into her.  I was only slightly better off than before, as I
could at least catch a quick breath whenever I pulled my nose out of her
butt for a moment.

   Sylvia scooted forward a little and pressed her ass against my mouth. 
That was the first time I ever ate out someone's asshole.  Licking at her
rosette star, I found it very easy to stick my tongue into her anus.  The
odor was fairly funky, but not overly ripe and the taste was sort of
strangely musky.  As I tongue fucked her butt, her anus opened allowing me
to penetrate her deeper and deeper.

   Sylvia leaned forward and engulfed my flaccid manhood with her mouth,
sucking my limp noodle to attention.  Suddenly she tore her butt away from
face, spread her buttocks with her hands, straddled my newly erect cock and
sank it into her rectum.

   "Oh, fuck!" she cried as my thick dick stretched her sphincter.  "Fuck,
you're big!  Oh, fuck yeah, baby boy, you have the nicest dick!" She
pressed down on my cock driving it deeper into her ass.  "Ah, fuck!  I love
your cock Eddie." She sank down more.  "Yeah, I love it!  You fill me up
baby.  You're so nice and big." Then she sat down completely, driving my
shaft fully into her rectum.

   After pausing for a moment, she started sodomizing herself with my dick.
Up and down, she rose and fell, my cock disappearing and reappearing in
her. As she was still facing away from me holding her buttocks apart, I had
a clear view of her anus, tightly stretched around my cock as it slid in
and out of her.

   I didn't get to watch the lewd spectacle for very long as Janet
straddled my face, rubbing her freshly fucked pussy in my face.  My poor
tongue was a bit fatigued but I managed to lap her engorged puss and suck
out Mr.  D's semen.

   Unlike Sylvia, Janet wasn't shaven.  I tried to decide which I liked
better, a smooth vulva or a hairy one.  I decided it didn't matter as long
as the pussy wasn't too pungent, and neither Sylvia nor Janet were
objectionable in the least, not at all like Courtney was sometimes, where
you could sometimes smell her festering cunt from across a room.

   What I didn't know was that Mr.  D was busy frigging Sylvia's clit while
she sodomized herself.  I felt Sylvia's guts spasm around my cock.  Her
movements became jerky and I knew she climaxing again.  She stopped jerking
about and pulled off of me.  That was relief because I was getting tired
even though I was still erect.  I soon discovered that there was to be no
rest for me as my cock was gripped by a massive hand and directed into yet
another anus.  I realized immediately that it was Mr.  D as his weight
settled on me.

   Mr.  D's flabby buttocks slapped against me as he rode me.  He quickly
tired and pulled away.

   Janet pulled her crotch from my face, and then fucked me too.  As she
took me up the ass, I had a great view of her magnificent tits as they
bounced and swayed.  The view didn't last very long as my view of her was
cut off when Mr.  D straddled my chest to fuck my mouth.  As Mr.  D humped
my face, I had an appreciation of what it was like for a girl to suddenly
find herself being gang banged.  I thought of Jamie, and how she must have
felt that first day Jack and Joey joined me and helped themselves to her
too.

   I couldn't withstand the assault forever, not that I really minded, but
nature had it's way and shot off into Janet's rectum.  She kept fucking me
until my poor dick doubled up and pulled out her butt.

   Once she pulled off, Mr.  D pulled his hard cock from my mouth.  "Turn
over, boy!" he ordered.  I rolled over on the bench.  James placed a pillow
under my stomach, hiking my butt up in the air with my knees straddling the
bench.  My knees were bent, but I couldn't rest them on the ground.  I got
my feet under me and supported my weight on the balls of my feet.

   I felt something cold and wet on my ass as James lubed me up.  James
moved in front of me and I felt Mr.  D's cock head press against my anus. I
was glad at that point that I followed Jack's advice and let him give me an
enema before I reported for work.  As he pressed into me, it hurt a little
this time as he hadn't bothered to finger me before.  Still it wasn't too
bad as his cock slid into me to the hilt.  He remained motionless buried
deep in my rectum.

   Rubbing my back he leaned forward and asked, "Are you alright Eddie?"

   I nodded, 'yes'.

   "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

   I shook my head, 'no'.

   "Good, I don't want to hurt you, just fuck you.  You like being fucked?"

   I nodded 'yes' and he began to sodomize me in earnest.  Like the other
night, it was uncomfortable at first, but that soon gave way to a
pleasurable sensation as he sawed in and out of my butt.  After a few
minutes my eyes were closed and I was really mellowed out.

   I felt someone straddle the bench at my head.  I opened my eyes and
stared into the black genitals of James.  Mr.  D, now fucking me hard,
pulled my head back by my hair.

   "Suck him," he hissed.  "Suck that black cock.  Suck him boy.  I want to
see you suck him."

   James pressed the broad head of his iridescent black cock to my lips.  I
never in my wildest imagination thought that I would ever give a black-man
a blowjob.  I started to protest but as my lips parted he pressed his black
dick into my mouth.

   It seems stupid now, but I was genuinely surprised that James's cock
really didn't taste any different from a white cock, or in the case of
Joey, a reddish brown cock.  He was impeccably clean with only a mild musky
male smell and taste.  Joey's genitalia on the other hand were nearly
always heady, bordering on being pungent.  I was also surprised that he
didn't have some sort donkey cock, he was bigger than Mr.  D or Joey, but
he wasn't as big as I was.  I quickly fell into giving him a first class
blowjob, enjoying the feel of his cock in my mouth.

   Mr.  D was still jabbering as he labored, his words slurred with huffing
from a shortness of breath.  "Suck him, boy, suck that black dick.  Yeah,
that's it boy, give him a good dick sucking.  Fuck if you aren't the best
whore-boy I ever bought.  That's it, I can see James is enjoying it.  How's
this whore-boy James?"

   "He's fine, Mr.  D, he's fine.  Sucks dick real good.  Oh sweet Jesus, I
cumming!"

   With that I felt his cock throb as he flooded my mouth with a tremendous
load of his cum.  In sync with the pulsing of his cock, I heard James
groan, "Uh!  Uh!  Uh!  Uh!  Uh!  Uh!  Uh!  Uh!  Uh!"

   No sooner had James finished ejaculating that Mr.  D grunted and shot
his load up my ass.  I fully expected James to fuck me too, but I was left
alone on the padded bench to recover my senses.

   After quite some time, I sat up and looked around.  Mr.  D and Janet
were gone.  Sylvia strode up to me.  I thought it was time to get to work
again but she extended her hand and helped me to my feet.

   Then I saw Mr.  D and Janet in the pool in chest deep water.  Mr.  D
waved for us to join them.

   Sylvia and I slipped into the water.  I was expecting it to be cold as
this was early spring, but the water was invitingly warm, not too warm but
very pleasant.  The water felt great, a delightful soothing sensual break
after sexual overload.  The adults chattered and bantered about, making no
sense to me whatever.  I just hung close waiting on orders.

   Dressed once again in his tuxedo, James was busying himself on the patio
again.  This time setting the table that Mr.  D had fucked Janet on.  After
fifteen minutes or so he appeared poolside, with four heavy white
terrycloth robes.  He stood stiffly and announced, "Sir, Ma'am, dinner is
served." As each of us exited the water, he helped put on the robe.

   I sat across from Mr.  D and between the two ladies.  He glared at me.
"I told you boy, I want you naked at all times."

   "Bryan!  This is the dinner table.  Of course he should be clothed. 
We're not heathens," protested Sylvia.

   "This is an exception.  He's our whore and I meant what I said.  He'll
do as he's told.  Either he can disrobe right now and eat with us or he can
disrobe and eat in the kitchen with James!"

   I quickly shed the robe.  The cool air gently flowed across my damp,
bare body, and my nipples puckered and my nut sack shriveled, becoming hard
and tough.

   James served a green salad made up of a variety of multi-colored and
multi-textured greens with walnuts and chunks of oranges.  This was then
followed by a bowl of bow-tie pasta, tossed with a white alfredo sauce,
with chucks of grilled chicken and boiled shrimp, and with green peas and
broccoli flowerets scattered throughout.  Pieces of sun-dried tomatoes
provided a visual as well as a flavorful accent.  Chocolate cheesecake was
the desert.  It was a wonderful meal.

   After dinner, James provided the ladies with a green drink served over
crushed ice.  Sylvia gave me a sip.  The cream de menthe frappe was my
first.  Man, the way some people live!  James brought Mr.  D a fat cigar
and he lit up.  Then James whispered to me, "Come with me, Eddie."

   As I followed James inside, I felt their eyes feasting on my body.  He
led me to a bathroom off the kitchen.  "Lie down, Eddie.  I'm going to
flush out your butt."

   "I did it before I came over this afternoon."

   "That's good, but we're doing it again, now lie down."

   There was no padded bench and I looked at him questioningly.

   "Lie down!"

   I got down on the cold tile floor.  As I had just eaten, the first enema
was particularly uncomfortable, but the second and third were smaller and
not too bad.  I showered in a normal sized shower stall.  Still the
showerhead was high enough that I didn't have to stoop.

   James then showed me to the sitting room just outside the master
bedchamber before he disappeared once again.  It had been getting cool out
on the patio as the sun faded and I was thankful to be inside.  I waited
for what seemed a long time and became increasingly bored.  I looked around
and found several videotapes labeled, 'Forbidden Productions'.  That was
one of CJ's labels.  I had never seen any of CJ's productions so I picked
one out, simply titled, 'Tommy'.  I put the video in the VCR and turned on
the television.  The movie began.

   A little kid, eight or nine, dressed in a NY Yankees shirt and cap, is
riding his bicycle down a street.  The bike is in bad shape.  The wheels
are warped.  He gets to a playground and plays ball barehanded without a
glove.  He's the only kid without a glove.  Other kids give him a hard time
about borrowing a bat.  Then he's on his bike again riding down a
residential street, wheels wobbling.  He stops and talks to a man I
recognize as Joey.  Joey tells the kid he has something for him, and to
come around the back.

   "Don't let anyone see you come through the gate," says Joey.  Joey
tussles the boy's hair and they depart both grinning like Cheshire cats. 
Joey walks inside a house.  The boy goes around the corner and enters an
alleyway lined with dilapidated privacy fencing.  In the alley way he looks
to see if anyone is looking and then he disappears with his bicycle through
a wooden gate.  He drops the bike and goes up the backdoor steps.

   Joey opens the door and lets him in.  Joey asks, "Is your mom's working
late tonight, Tommy?"

   Tommy nods 'yes'.

   "It will be a long time before you get any supper then.  Are you
hungry?"

   Tommy nods 'yes'.

   "Hey, the pizza man just dropped off a pepperoni pizza, do you want
some?"

   Tommy nods 'yes'.

   Tommy scarfs the pizza, guzzles a Coke and then has a bowl of ice cream.


   "Here's the glove I told you about, Tommy," says Joey handing the kid a
nice glove, well broken in.  "Do you want it?"

   Tommy nods, 'yes'.

   "It wouldn't be right if I just gave it to you, Tommy, but you could
earn it."

   Tommy nods, 'yes'.

   "You're kind of dirty from playing this afternoon.  Why don't you go
take a shower, then we'll talk about how you can earn that glove."

   Tommy runs to the bathroom, strips and gets into the shower.  He looks
surprised when Joey joins him.

   "I need a shower too, Tommy.  Hope you don't mind."

   Tommy shakes his head, 'no' and stares at Joey's hairy crotch almost at
eye level.  Joey lewdly washes his dick and balls while Tommy watches.

   "Tommy, my back has been hurting, would you wash my feet and legs for
me, I can't bend over."

   Tommy takes the soap and lathers up Joey's feet and legs, washing up his
thighs.  He touches Joey's dick.

   "Do you want to wash that too?  Go ahead, Tommy." Tommy starts washing
his erecting penis.  Soon Joey is washing Tommy's little pecker.

   Mr.  D followed by Sylvia and Janet walked into the sitting room.  My
face flushed red at being caught watching the pornographic video.

   "You watching some of the dirty movies your boss makes?  That one is
pretty bad," said Mr.  D.  "That brute fucks that little boy in the ass. 
Very graphic.  You like movies like that, Eddie?"

   "Uh, I've never seen one before."

   "You can watch them some other time.  Come on boy, I think Mrs. 
Huddleston needs servicing by a nice dick like yours."

   Janet flashed me a wicked smile and French kissed me.  "Sylvia says
you're a wonderful lover with good technique.  How'd a young man like you
get so experienced?"

   She took my hand and guided me into the bedchamber and to the big
canopied bed.  Mr.  D and Sylvia disrobed and were already sitting on the
edge of the bed as Janet and I crawled in.  I hadn't noticed the first time
I was in this room, but the ceiling of the canopy was mirrored as well as
the headwall/headboard.  I looked up and saw our reflection.  What a view
of the action this get-up had.  You would have to be facing the foot of the
bed and be facedown, not to able to watch what was happening on the bed.

   I opened Janet's robe and gazed at her taut tight breasts, magnificent
breasts.  I ran my fingers around the perfect mounds, and realized that
they were hard, unnaturally hard.  Sylvia's tits were hard too, though not
as hard as Janet's.  I realized then than that both ladies had had boob
jobs.  I had heard that some women augmented their breasts with silicon
implants.  It finally occurred to me that they had found their legendary
'Fountain of Youth' under the knife of a plastic surgeon.  No matter, the
effect was great!  Both women were very desirable, even to a fifteen-year
old.

   My tongue roamed across her skin, crisscrossing her tits as I worked my
way down to her snatch.  I teased her for some minutes, by tracing around
her honey-hole before I ever penetrated her puffy pussy lips.  We wound up
in a 69.  Somehow I was facing the head of the bed and on the bottom.  I
looked up between her legs and the crack of her ass and studied our
reflection on the ceiling.

   From the back, Janet looked great.  I watched with some interest the
reflection of Mr.  D hammering away at his wife next to us.

   We rolled over with me on top so that I could really ravish her cunt.  I
could taste Mr.  D's semen as it continuously leaked from deep within her
vagina.  Hell, he'd fucked her again while I was waiting for them.  I had
to hand it to him, he had staying power.

   I was straddling Janet's head as she deep throated me and suddenly I
felt my legs being separated further.  I looked up into the headwall mirror
and saw that Sylvia was between my legs.  I felt her delicate fingers
exploring my ass, probing, seeking and the penetrating my asshole.  It felt
so incredibly good to be simultaneously sucked off by a grandma and eating
aged pussy while being finger fucked in the ass by another granny.  She
reamed my ass for a good ten minutes before pulling off and moving away. 
That's when I realized that she was prepping me for her husband.

   Sure enough, Mr.  D moved in behind me.  I could see him, playing with
himself to get hard, then positioning his dick to my hole.  He pushed, and
pushed until my sphincter let him in.  I could see that Sylvia was behind
him, giving him a finger fucking while she masturbated herself.  This was
even better.  Now I was being sucked off while I ate Janet's pussy and at
the same time I was being ass fucked by an old man who was being finger
fucked by his nasty old wife.

   While Mr.  D stroked my butt, he was also stroking my prostate. 
Pressure began to buildup in my groin.  I fought to contain it for several
minutes, but Janet had switched from deep throating to nibbling at my
swollen glans as she convulsed beneath me.  I felt my cock engorge and my
balls tighten just before I exploded into her mouth.  Just as my dick was
contracting for the last time I felt Mr.  D's dick throb as he ejaculated
into my rectum.

   We broke apart and bathed in the afterglow of good sex.  I knew that in
the coming months, that I was going to learn a lot from these depraved
seniors and was eager for my next lesson.  I gazed up and looked at my sex
partners.

   Mr.  D sat up.  "Eddie and I need to get cleaned up before we continue.
So come on ladies, let's get take a nice hot bath.  James!" James
immediately appeared.  "Bring us a bottle of champagne to the bath.  Bring
four glasses."

   We all padded off to the swirling hot bath with the peeing boy statue
and his queer buddy.  The hot water felt great.  I was still slightly
chilled from sitting out on the patio eating while still being naked and
wet.  I was handed a glass of bubbly and tried to act sophisticated when I
drank it, but I made the faux pas of holding the glass and not the stem.  I
compounded it by asking why we were using tall thin glasses rather than the
wide glasses you always see in the movies.  A) You hold the stem so that
your hand doesn't heat the glass and B) the narrow glass retains the
carbonation longer.  I was learning.  It didn't taste as good as a cold
beer, but it wasn't bad.  After thirty minutes in the bath, Mr.  D was
ready to go.

   James handed us each a fresh towel and after toweling off we headed back
for the bed.  Janet had been playing with my dick the entire time we were
in the bath and getting turned on (she never seemed to really turn off) by
the feel of my hard dick.  By the time we hit the bed she was all over me,
begging me to 'ram that big cock in', so I dispensed with the preliminaries
and granted her request, ramming my cock to the hilt into her wanton cunt.

   I ground my pelvis into hers while she got accustomed to the size of my
meat before I began roughly fucking her hard.  I had shot off three, four
times in the past four hours or so and knew that it would be a while before
I shot off again.  I was able to fuck her hard and heavy for nearly an
hour, bring her to orgasm after orgasm.

   After ten minutes of begging me to quit, I pulled off and mounted Sylvia
and gave her the same treatment for the next half hour.  I could have gone
longer, but I was physically exhausted and my pecker was sore from so much
continuous friction.  After that, the two ladies were worn out for the
evening, begging off any further play and retreating to another room for
some girl time or to talk.

   "Well done Eddie!  You gave them what they both needed.  Their pussies
will glow hot for the rest of the night after that."

   "My dick's glowing too," I said.  "I think I rubbed it raw!"

   "Let's see if you did any damage.  No, don't worry, Eddie.  You can rest
your dick for the rest of the night until tomorrow.  We'll use mine."

   He pressed a button on a remote control and the lights went out. 
Seemingly talking to the dark he said, "James!  That will be all for
tonight.  Check on Mrs.  Delvacourt and Mrs.  Huddleston in the Pink Room
and make sure that they are comfortable."

   "Yes, sir!  Goodnight sir!" answered James over the intercom.

   I was lying on my side, ready for sleep, but I felt his hard dick nestle
into the crack of my ass.  His leg slipped between mine and lifted my
uppermost leg, giving his dick access to my anus.  I felt him gob on KY to
my anus and then felt his dickhead at my backdoor.  I was still stretched
out so his cock head slid past my relaxed sphincter and into my rectum.  I
found out that night just how virile that old man was.  His huge balls
continuously produced copious quantities of sperm, sperm that flooded my
ass at least four times that night before daybreak.



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