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 A FUN KIND OF GIRL 9

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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 9



   We returned to Appleton from our honeymoon a few days before classes
were to begin for the Spring Semester.  We moved all her stuff from the
Gamma house into my roach infested apartment.  We settled into a routine of
classes and great sex.  Our friends couldn't get over the change in Anne's
behavior.  She was now outgoing and confident.  She didn't try to hide the
fact that she was a sexy girl; indeed she seemed to revel in her newfound
sexuality.  My Lam-O brothers who thought I was making a big mistake were
suddenly envious of me, because I had the most beautiful, the sexiest, most
desirable woman on campus.

   My last semester at State U went by quickly.  I had several job offers
and planned on taking a position in Appleton so that Anne could finish her
degree.  Mr.  D called and said we needed to talk.

   "What the hell are you doing wasting your time talking to those people?"
he demanded.

   "Well, I'm graduating and I need to find a good job."

   "I've got a good job for you!"

   "Mr.  D, with all due respects, I don't think I can do that anymore."

   "The hell you can't!  But that's not what I'm talking about.  I didn't
pay for your college education just so that you could be my whore!  You
were damned good at that without a degree, but you can't spend your entire
life humping for dollars, you need a career, something to dedicate your
energy to.  You need a job that you enjoy going to and working at, not some
drudgery that you dread every morning.  Hell, I love my job.  After a day
of doing what I enjoy, I'm invigorated and ready to party when I get home.
You've got great potential my boy, great potential.  Now, I want you come
on board with Delvacourt Insurance.  I want you to learn the ropes.  I want
you to learn how to run a corporation.  Are you interested?"

   "Run a corporation?"

   "Hell boy, you're smart!  I know that and you're fully capable.  After a
few years of experience and hard work, you could be a vice-president. 
After that, who knows?  Let me help you, because in this world, it's not
always what you know, but who you know."

   "Well, yes!  I'm interested Mr.  D!  I don't know what to say."

   "I like you Eddie, I always have, and not just in the sack.  Now, when
can you report to the Rockford headquarters?"

   "Well, I graduate May 25th.  I guess I could be in Rockford the first
week in June."

   "I like your eagerness to get started, but take a few weeks off.  Go to
Colorado and backpack up into the mountains.  I know a dude ranch where you
can base-out-of.  First class roughing it!"

   "Okay, when do you want me to start?"

   "Third week in June will be just fine."

   "Yes, sir."

   "How's that pretty wife of yours?"

   "She's fine.  I guess she'll have to transfer to State U in Rockford."

   "It's a good school, not as rah-rah as the main campus, but it's first
rate when it comes to academics.  Say, when are you going to bring her
around so we can party together?"

   "She's not like that, Mr.  D.  She really was a virgin when I married
her."

   "You're shitting me!  Well I'll be damned.  You're damned lucky to have
her all to yourself, but if you ever have a mind to share her, give me a
call.  I've been dreaming of her ever since I first laid eyes on her. 
Gorgeous!  Absolutely gorgeous!  Gives on old lecher like me a hard attack
just thinking of her.  Sorry, Ed, I didn't mean to talk about Anne that
way."

   "Yes you did!"

   He laughed, "You're right, I do mean it.  Hell, I'd fuck her in a heart
beat!"

   "Sorry, Mr.  D, but she's not available."

   "And after all I've done for you!"

   After I hung up I realized I had accepted a job without asking what my
compensation would be.  Rather than look like a dumb ass, I decided to tell
whoever asked, that my compensation was confidential.  Of course I told
Anne the truth.

   She was trilled that I had such an opportunity.  "A vice-president!"

   "Not right away.  I'll be a grunt at first, but I'll be on the fast
track to the top.  All I have to do is be good at everything I do." Truth
is that it scares me, but Mr.  D always gets what he wants.

   I called Jack and told him that we'd be moving to Rockford.  He was like
a little kid, all excited about getting a new bike.  Jack had been in
Rockford for years now, first at State U in Rockford where he graduated
with a degree in electrical engineering, and now he worked for a local
firm, Franks Engineering Associates.  He met his wife, Pat there.  She was
and still is the personal secretary to the boss.

   "Yeah, Sport, I know where the Delvacourt Tower is.  I pass it on the
way to work every day.  You know, there are some really nice apartments
near my house.  Hell, you could drive to work in ten minutes and the SUR
campus is only twenty minutes away.  I know the guy who owns and manages
them.  He belongs to my club.  I'll get you some info.  How much can you
spend on an apartment?"

   "I'm not sure."

   "Well, how much are you going to make starting out?"

   "I'm not sure."

   "You're not sure?  Didn't you ask?"

   "Hey, it's confidential."

   "Are you going to do extra work for Mr.  D?"

   "No, just business."

   In a few days Jack sent me the information on the apartments.  The
layouts and brochures all looked very promising and Anne and I decided to
drive up one weekend to check them out.  We stayed with Jack and Pat.

   We got to Rockford early Saturday morning.  Jack took us to the
apartments he had in mind and we met Greg Lockly, the owner.  Greg then
introduced us to the apartment manager who then conducted us on a tour of
the available one-bedroom units.  The apartments were very nice, especially
compared to dump where we were currently living.  We picked out a unit with
a stone fireplace and a two-person Jacuzzi tub.

   Greg said that because Jack was my brother, that he'd hold it for us
without a deposit, provided we didn't crawfish on him.  If we did, he would
hold Jack liable.  Jack agreed and with that settled, Jack and I headed for
a round of golf with Greg and his son at the Rockford Country Club.  Pat
and Anne went shopping.

   After golf we returned to Jack's house for a late afternoon swim and
cookout.  Jack's house was really nice.  Two story and close to 4,000
square feet excluding the three-car garage and full basement.  It was on a
heavily wooded lot and bounded by two vacant lots.  I asked Jack about the
lots and he informed me that he owned him too.  He said he was going to be
very particular who his neighbors were, but if I wanted, I could have one.
Anne and Pat hit if off really good and acted like they had known each
other for years.

   Jack and I were sipping on scotch by the pool when the girls came out.
While shopping, Anne had bought a new bathing suit and when she came out
wearing it, both Jack and I just stared.  I wasn't a particularly risqu,
bikini.  It was black with a hot pants bottom and a bandeau top.  In fact
the bikini brief I had borrowed from Jack showed off more flesh around the
hips.  Point is that even in a very conservative swimsuit like this, Anne
is a naturally stunning beauty.

   Pat came out in a bright green bikini with a high cut brief bottoms that
barely covered her ass cheeks and with a sting top that set off her 38C
tits.  I couldn't keep my eyes off her.  It was obvious that she spent a
lot of time around the pool as she was already deeply tanned and it was
only early May.  Her short dark brown hair, sharply contrasted with Anne's
long blonde hair.  The color of her bikini set off her emerald green eyes.

   I studied both girls, appreciative of the fine view.  Jack was studying
them too.  They were both good looking babes and I felt that Jack was a
lucky man for landing such a fine looking girl as Pat.  Anne was a couple
of inches taller than her sister-in-law, due almost entirely to her longer
legs.  Both had just the right amount of body fat to accentuate their soft
womanly curves without even a hint of blubber roll.  Both carried
themselves with an easy grace.

   Jack and I got quite drunk.  We were having fun visiting with each
other. I commented on how massively muscular he was now, more so than when
he was in his teens.  "Yeah, I work out almost every day at the Rockford
Athletic Club.  Made a huge difference.  You need to join when you get
settled in.  I don't mean to offend Sport, but you look like hell." He was
right.  I was out of shape, lacking good tone.  I hadn't worked out on a
regular basis since I started dating Anne and I was feeling a bit flabby.

   We got obnoxious and the girls went inside to have their own chat
without having to listen to our foul language.  We talked at length about
our futures and our past.  He told me why he had severed his relationship
with CJ Brukowski during his sophomore year in college.  Seems CJ had the
idea of tying up Mom and gang raping her for the camera.  The climax would
be her reaction when Jack joined in.  He told CJ to go to hell.  After CJ
went ahead and made the movie without Jack, Jack severed all ties with him.


   I offered that hopefully Mom had fun.  Jack said that when he brought up
the subject to her, she told him to mind his own business.  He didn't
mention Joey and I didn't ask.

   The subject of fun-kind-of-girls came up.  Anne naturally came up and I
told Jack that she wasn't that kind of girl.  He was disappointed and made
some crude remarks about wanting to stretch her pussy for me.  He told me
about a woman he knew who liked at least two men at time.  It was obvious
he was playing around on the side.

   When he asked me if I had any strange lately, I told him no, that Anne
and I were monogamous.

   "What a waste of good pussy!" he said.  Then he came out and said that
he and Pat had an "open marriage" and that if I wanted to fuck Pat, he'd
join me.  I thought it best if we broke off the conversation before the
booze allowed me to do something I would immediately regret.

   I staggered off to bed, as we had to get back to Appleton early in the
morning.  Anne and I both had papers to finish.  I wasn't feeling very
amorous but Anne wanted to fool around and she got what she wanted, a
mouthful of cum.

   Once exams were over, Anne and I began moving into our new apartment. 
Jack and Pat had a lot of nice furniture stored in their basement
collecting dust, left over from their own apartments.  Jack had kept the
stuff as he planned on building a lake house sometime in the future.  They
made it all available to us, so we were able to elegantly furnish the
apartment right away.

   After the graduation ceremony, Anne and I flew to Colorado and went to
the dude ranch Mr.  D had suggested.  Anne had never even seen a real horse
up close enough to touch it, much less ride one.  I wasn't much of a rider
myself, but we both learned enough to take a four-day pack trip into the
wilderness.  She fell in love with the Rockies.  By the time we got back to
Rockford, it was already hot.  We both wished we could have stayed in the
cool mountains.

   I reported to work and was assigned as a junior manager in the Human
Resources Department.  I also finally found out what I'd be making
initially.  I started learning the ropes of personnel management.  Being in
HR, I quickly discovered that my salary didn't reflect any personal favors
from the CEO, if anything it was near the bottom for new hires, but I also
got a good idea of what I could make if I advanced in the company.

   Anne signed up for a full load of summer courses at SUR.  She was
disappointed that there wasn't a Gamma Theta Pi chapter at SUR but she
found out that there were several Gamma's at SUR who had transferred like
herself, or who were graduate students.  She contacted one of the girls and
learned that they were trying to get a chapter established.  She
immediately became more comfortable with the new campus.

   I really liked being around Jack again.  I took his advice and started
working out with him at the Rockford Athletic Club.  We tried to play golf
every other Saturday morning.  As couples we often went out to dinner and
danced together.  I was amused when I watched Jack dance with Anne.  His
hand would slip down to her butt and she would brush it away.  He tried,
but he got nowhere.

   Of course we didn't see each other every day or even every weekend. 
Still Anne and I spent a lot of time at Jack's, lying in and around the
pool in the late afternoon, keeping cool.  Pat convinced Anne that she
should wear sexier swimsuits than the black one she had bought back in May.
They both had the same waist and hip size so Pat suggested that Anne borrow
one of her suits and try it out.  She picked out a red, white and blue suit
with a high cut bottoms that showed off her hips very well.  The string
top, well Pat is a 38C and Anne is a 40D.  She was bulging everywhere from
the seams.  I nearly choked when she walked out wearing it.  Jack was
delighted.

   Late in the summer, Anne and I dropped by to visit one Saturday
afternoon.  Jack and I played pool and generally whiled away the afternoon.
I suggested that we go out clubbing that evening.  "No," said Jack, "not
tonight." Jack seemed embarrassed.  "Frankly Ed, Pat and I are having a
party here tonight."

   I knew I had stepped into it and clumsily attempted to make it known
that it was okay that Anne and I weren't invited.  "Oh, shit Jack!  I
didn't mean to intrude.  I really don't mean to put you on the spot."

   He glanced down, "Ed, you and Anne are welcome to come, but I have to
warn you."

   "Warn me about what?"

   He looked to make sure we weren't being overheard.  "Remember I told you
Pat and I have an 'open marriage'?  Well it's more than that.  We belong to
a fuck club and we're having a few friends over for the evening.  You're
welcome to come, but you have to bring Anne, couples only, and if you bring
Anne..."

   "Oh, I see." My dick started getting stiff thinking about the raunchy
party that was to take place that night.  I hadn't been to a party like
that in well over a year.  "Well, I think I had better pass."

   "It will be a lot of fun," he added with a sly grin.

   "I bet it will be, but Anne won't go for that."

   Next time we were over for a swim I looked at Pat anew.  She was very
desirable.  I imagined the fucking she'd done the weekend before.  I had no
doubt that Jack's offer to let me fuck her was genuine, and when Anne was
out of sight, Pat would openly flirt with me.  As much as I wanted to take
him up on the offer, I knew I couldn't reciprocate.  Anne wouldn't do
something like that and I sure as hell wouldn't let her either.

   Once the fall semester started, Anne's class schedule had her in class
until 8 PM on Wednesdays.  After working out at the gym, I asked Jack if he
wanted to play handball.  I had plenty of time to kill and wasn't
particularly interested in sitting around alone in the apartment until 8:30
or so until Anne got home.

   "Naw, not tonight, Ed, I promised Pat I'd be home early.  Tell you what,
I'll need to check with Pat, but why don't you come over for a swim and a
beer."

   Sounded good to me.  He called and was instructed to pickup some takeout
Chinese food on the way home.  I showered and changed into a clean pair of
baggy nylon shorts, suitable for swimming or working out and headed for
Jack's house.  I made a beer run while Jack picked up the food.

   I arrived first and was placing the beer in the refrigerator when Jack
walked in.  We shucked our shoes and shirts, got ourselves a beer and
walked out onto the patio.  There were several hours of daylight left and
Pat was lying flat on her stomach sunning on a chase lounge.  Damn, all she
had on was a yellow thong!  I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful
bronzed buttocks.

   She lifted herself on her elbows to say hello, flashing a little tit. 
"Hi fellas!  Would one of you studs please put some lotion on my back?"

   Jack picked up a tube of suntan oil and handed it to me.  "You want to
do the honors, Sport?" Jack grinned when I snatched the tube from his
outstretched hand.

   My hands were trembling as I squirted some lotion into my hands.  My
dick was tenting and straining the flimsy fabric of my shorts.  I started
at her shoulders and worked down her back to her butt.  I took my sweet
time with her butt, making sure I covered every square inch and delightful
fold at least ten times, all the while playfully biting at her rump. 
Reluctantly I left her beautiful ass and worked down her legs past the gold
ankle bracelet she always wore and to her toes.  She rolled over.  I picked
up a foot and suckled her toes.  Then I made my way up her legs and lower
torso to her firm tits.  She has magnificent, dark aureoles about the size
of a silver dollar and thick erect nipples.  I spent as much time and care
with her tits as I had done with her butt.

   From behind, Jack pulled down my shorts to my ankles.  My stiff cock
sprung free.  A drop of precum flicked off the tip and landed on her
stomach.  Jack said in low voice, "You want to fuck her Sport?  Go ahead.
Fuck her!  Fuck her all you want.  After all, that's what fun girls are
good for."

   Surrendering to my lustful libido, I peeled her yellow thong off.  It
was soaking wet.  She was hot and juicy where it mattered the most.  I
lowered my head and she jerked at the first contact between her hot wet
cunt and my wanton tongue.  I lewdly licked up her pussy, collecting her
sweet juices on my tongue.  Then I feasted on her sex.  I was sucking her
clit into mouth when she began to shudder and buck her hips.  She had a
powerful orgasm.  She was gasping incoherently, "Ungh Ungh Uuuunnngghh!"
Her legs clamped shut around my head and I nearly smothered as pussy juice
streamed from her cunt.  I sucked up nearly a mouthful of her juice then
raised my head, letting her sweet liquid trickle down my throat.

   My sister-in-law spread her legs and wiggled her hips salaciously giving
me an invitation I wasn't about to refuse.  My blood engorged dick slipped
through the first layer of warm, all enveloping wet flesh and into the
depths of her cock-hungry cunt.  I immediately began to jackhammer her
until she came again.  When the vaginal contractions stopped, I pulled out
and stood up.

   Jack lifted her from the chair and took her place, guiding her to
straddle his cock.  She sank down on my brother's big dick.  Once he was
deeply in, he reached down and spread her ass cheeks.  I knew what he
wanted.  I looked around and finding only sun tan lotion, applied it
liberally to my dick.  Then I squirted some up her ass, and took up
position at her back door.  She opened her anus and I slid in effortlessly
and directly to deep depths of her bowels.  Together, our big dicks filled
her up, but she it wasn't anything she wasn't very used to.

   It was just like old times.  Jack remained still while I thrust into her
butt about ten times, and then I would remain still while Jack thrust her
pussy ten times or so.  While I lay still, buried to the hilt, I could feel
Jack's dick fucking her pussy through the thin membrane of her rectum.  The
rubbing of his large caliber penis in her vagina on the sensitive underside
of my dick was making it hard for me to last very long.  I fought back the
urge to cum by squeezing the base of my dick.  I wasn't as effective as
squeezing just under the head, but the head wasn't available.

   All the while she was yelling and moaning and 'oh god-ing' and 'oh
fuck-ing'.  Good thing they didn't have neighbors, because surely they
would have heard her.  Her entire gut contracted as Pat was swept with
another explosive orgasm.  That did it for me, hot liquid raced from my
balls through the full length of my cock tube.  Thick streams of my milky
white sperm gushed into her bowels.  I cried out as the sweet agony
temporarily blinded me.  I heard Jack moan loudly too, and I felt his dick
throb as he pumped his load into her cunt.  The three of us lay still in a
sweaty pile of bodies for several minutes, Pat the meat of our fuck
sandwich.

   Pat whispered, "You're crushing me!"

   I got off her back and let her breathe freely again.  As I returned to
my senses, I was chagrined at what I had done.  It wasn't so much that I
fucked my brother's wife, hell I was invited to, but I felt trapped.  What
would Jack want in return?  I knew what he wanted, but he couldn't have
her. Anne may have belonged to me, but I had no right to give her away
sexually.

   Jack saw the troubled look on my face.  He knew what I was thinking.  He
smiled, rustled my hair and said, "Don't worry Ed, I don't expect a quid
pro quo.  Like I said, Pat's a fun girl, and fun girls love to be fucked
and fucked often.  Hell, you're my little brother, I let other guys fuck
her, so why not you?  What was that Latin phrase you picked up?  'Liberum
Arbitrium et Libido', free will and sexual desire.  I know you can't force
Anne into something she doesn't want to do.  I wouldn't want you to do
that."

   I took him at his word and thereafter spent my Wednesday afternoons
having sex with my sister-in-law and brother.

   Several weeks later in the middle of October, Mr.  D sent me to Chicago
to attend a one-week charm school for rising young executives, learning the
fine art of phrasing things just so for maximum effect.  The school was to
be over on Friday afternoon, but Mr.  D was going to be in Chicago Friday
and asked me to stay over an extra day so that he could introduce me to
some of his associates in Chicago.  Actually I suspect he wanted to sleep
with me.  Anyway, at the last minute Mr.  D canceled.  I rushed to the
airport and caught the first available flight back to Rockford.  I thought
that Anne would still be in class so I tired to leave a message, but the
line was busy.  As the line was busy the night before, I figured that there
might be some problem with the line.

   It was to be one of those flights, late out of the gate and then
returned to the gate for a minor repair.  Of course we were all captives of
Titian Air and we helplessly sat, buckled up in our cramped seats for
almost two hours before we were on our way.  I got into Rockford about 9 PM
on Friday night.

   I called home from the airport, but only got a busy signal.  I caught a
taxi and around quarter past ten I was dropped off at my apartment, weary
from the trip but excited at the prospect of making passionate love to
Anne. I was carrying my bags up the stairs when two guys passed me going
the other way.

   "Hey buddy!  Where can we buy some beer around here?" asked the tall
dude with a black cowboy hat.

   I directed them to the nearest store.  I got to the top of the flight of
stairs and my neighbor came out of his apartment, giving me a dirty look,
then he saw my bags.  His expression changed and he muttered, "Oh, jezz!"
He disappeared back into his apartment.

   I found the door unlocked and stepped inside.  I don't know what hit me
first.  The place was a mess, littered in beer cans.  The sweet stench of
marijuana hung in the air.  Empty pizza boxes were scattered everywhere. 
The telephone was knocked off the table.  There was a loud thump, thump,
thumping sound, and there standing in the kitchen swilling a beer, stark
naked, his dick wetly shimmering, stood that asshole, Joey Lundston.

   Behind Joey, bent over mooning me as he rooted around in the fridge was
an immense black guy who looked big enough to be an NFL tackle.  Yet
another naked guy I'd never seen before was standing next to him.  Joey was
taken by surprise almost as much as I was.

   "What are doing here?" he demanded, his eyes startled wide.

   "I live here asshole!  What the FUCK are YOU doing here!"

   Joey called out, "Jack!  Jack!  Your faggot little brother's home!"

   The thumping sound ended and Jack appeared at my bedroom door, his
rigidly erect dick glistening, fresh from sex.  He stood there a moment and
just stared at me.  The staccato sound of the bed thumping against the wall
began again accompanied by obscenities and a low passionate cry of pure
sexual pleasure.

   Smiling broadly Jack said, "You've been holding out on me Sport.  That
Anne of yours is definitely a fun kind of girl!"





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