The windshield wipers flashed back and forth on the fastest setting, yet I could barely make out the highway signs. Looking for a new address in the middle of a torrential downpour was not my idea of fun.
I looked for 513 on every mailbox on the country road, but half didn't have any visible designation. I wondered if firemen would locate a house burning with this lack of identification. Then again the flames and black smoke plume might just be a dead giveaway.
I spied 507 and figured I had to be close. I slowed, though the rain didn't, and searched for the elusive house.
Around the corner I saw three or four cars pulled over. Out of one, I saw a young girl jump out and begin running up the lane, past a closed iron gate and then up a very long driveway. Disheartened, I saw the name Van Buren in the entrance banner over the gate. This was the right place.
After parking the car, I grabbed my picnic cooler (luckily waterproof) and jumped out of my car. Oh, that rain water running down my back was icy cold. I started for the gate just as another car pulled up. Two more girls jumped out and sprinted past me, yelling, "Hello, Coach Wilson," as they passed me.
Feeling frustrated and out of shape, I slowed to a brisk walk, and then to a barely moving turtle trot. I almost made it to the front porch when a fourth body flashed past me. "Are you all right, Coach Wilson?" asked little Emma from the protective overhang.
"I will be," I said as I stumbled up the steps. "Can you take this?" I handed her the container.
"Sure, no prob. Come on, you can do it."
A few seconds later, though it felt more like minutes, I reached the door and lurched inside.
"Come on, girls," said the shrill voice of Miss Hamilton. "Put on one of Vicky's football jerseys so I can dry your clothes."
Blinking, I saw the young red-haired young occupant of the house handing out oversized garments more suitable for sleepware to the four drenched arrivals. Without hesitation, the quartet removed their rain-soaked coats, shirts, jeans, and even bras and panties, to stand there naked until Vicky could get them a dry replacement.
I stood there gawking, all sense of being in a state that I might as well have fallen into a lake gone from my brain. From little Emma to the cousins Rocky and Cassie to Kimmy, all of their maturing bodies glistened like they just stepped out of a shower. And I was the fly on the wall in their bathroom.
The front door swung open again and two more joined the party. Bonnie and Sandy saw their teammates and instinctively began stripping the drenched clothes and putting them in the pile.
"Like what you see?" whispered the voice of Dottie Madison in my ear.
Shocked back from my fantasy to reality, I shook the cobwebs from my head.
"Get out of your clothes," my fellow coach said.
"I'll be fine," I replied.
"You'll catch your death of cold," she retorted. Turning to the girls who were donning the proffered jerseys, she asked, "Who thinks Coach Wilson should strip out of the wet clothes?"
Every hand in the room, including Miss Hamilton's went up. Even mine, though that one was reluctantly raised.
"I don't have anything to fit him," said Vicky.
"Who thinks Coach Wilson should stay naked for the rest of the party?" asked Dottie.
Again, every hand went up. I was surprised at the otherwise conservative Miss Hamilton.
"I guess I lose," I said as I started unfastening my shirt. Moments later I was down to my boxers that had not survived the downpour. "Those too?"
"Yes," said the girls in emphatic unison.
Down went my last article protecting my modesty. My new, nude stature elicited a moment of rapt attention until Kimmy said, "It's not as impressive as Curtis."
That broke the mood, and we followed Vicky to the down staircase and into their basement rec room. As we walked, I whispered to Dottie, "Why did Hamilton go along with this?"
"Your formula is still working. To test it, I ordered her to ignore anything too risque that might happen during the party. We are quite safe in anything that might happen."
My partner in crime had showed her devious side yet again, and I loved it.
The recreation room in the Van Buren house hearkened back to the earlier days when families entertained themselves with non-electronic games. Except for a small utility room where Miss Hamilton minded the washer and dryer, the room occupied the entire basement. On the far end of the room, the Van Burens had an entertainment center with a huge television and two overstuffed couches. On this side of the closer couch was an air hockey table, a foosball table, and a ping pong table. Along the wall were two old-style pinball machines and a basketball arcade game. Under the staircase, they had a full size pool table. Along the wall, shelves held boxes and boxes of board games.
"I have died and gone to heaven," I murmured. From the reaction of the jersey-wearing guests, I gathered they had never seen anything like it either.
"You need to have more sleepovers," said Sandy to Vicky.
"Yeah," agreed our red-haired hostess. "It's sad, but most of the parties end up in the pool or hot tub outside."
"We are having a slumber party here every weekend after the tournament until school ends," said Kimmy. "Just letting you know."
The girls broke into pairs and began playing on the various tables. Vicky brought out equipment and acted the perfect hostess. Dottie and I just stood back and watched.
"I see you are enjoying yourself," my fellow coach said. Her eye glanced down at my groin. "You don't seem a bit modest today."
"We do have a rule on ignoring nudity."
"Yes, but you are so nonchalant about sporting your erection in present company."
"Having a bunch of barely covered teenaged girls running around me should get my blood concentrating down there. That's just basic biology. I keep waiting for the doorbell to ring and have a parent walk in. Or worse yet, one of our boys and the girls start comparing the old man to them. That would be embarrassing."
Dottie shook her head. "You don't have to worry. Robby has a boatload of chores on the farm to make up for. And Curtis has some kind of part time job. Both of them called to say they won't be here." She looked around the room. "Do you know about Melissa?"
I didn't want to reveal that I had dropped the fourteen-year-old off at her home only a couple hours before following an unplanned night of debauchery at my apartment. "A family day, I think she mentioned. I have a feeling she won't be here either."
Miss Hamilton exited the utility room and joined us. "I just put the first load in the dryer. Should I give them out as soon as they're done?"
"Wait until the girl has to leave. Only then can she have her clothes back. You should take Coach Madison's clothes. They are dirty, and she will give them to you in a minute. In the meantime, bring down the container I brought. The girls are starting to look hungry."
"Yes, sir." Miss Hamilton spun on her heal and headed upstairs.
"And now, my dear Dottie, you need to remove these clothes that are in need of a wash."
I could see that she wanted to protest, but could not. A minute later, she wore nothing but a smile. I admired the body I desired a decade before.
"You are quite beautiful," I said.
As I did, Miss Hamilton brought my container. "Here you are, sir."
"Thank you. Put it over by the big screen. Then go upstairs and wait for the next person to come to the door."
"Thank you, sir."
Dottie punched my arm. "That was a dirty trick to pull on her. No one else is coming today."
"Someone will come to the door. It just might be a while."
I motioned for my partner to follow me. We walked over to Vicky who was watching the ping pong game between Kimmy and Bonnie. "Miss Van Buren, you are not the best hostess."
"Why?" asked the shocked girl. "What did I forget to do?"
"For one thing, you are still wearing your regular clothes while they are in the football jerseys. You should join them in the same attire so as not to make them feel inferior."
"Oh, yes."
"After you have done that, please give each of your guests one of the treats in the container by the television. And of course, take one for yourself."
"I will, right away."
We watched the girl strip out of her clothes and put on a purple jersey. Then she proceeded to hand out my treats.
"I didn't know you could cook," said Dottie.
"I can't. Those are non-bake cocoa treats with a special ingredient."
Her eyes got very wide. "What did you add?"
"Mostly the aphrodisiac, about double what they got in their drinks. It should make them sufficiently horny to provide a bit of entertainment."
We stood back and gave the tainted treat a little time to work. The first sign I noticed gave from Emma who started clenching her thighs together while playing foosball. Being the smallest, it affected her first. Rocky, playing against the girl, took advantage before feeling the drug herself.
On the pool table, Cassie and Bonnie took turns rubbing the rubber end of the pool cue against their private region. They began missing on purpose to limit their time at the table.
Kimmy and Sandy were more sly, making the opponent chase errant balls so they could frig themselves quickly. I was pretty sure the ping pong ball had splotches of a foreign substance all over its surface.
"I have an idea," I said to Dottie. "Are you in?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Girls, stop what you're doing and come over here."
My obedient players quickly formed an audience in front of us. I could still hear the ping pong ball bouncing that Kimmy let fly before they raced across the rec room.
"I think it would be fun to have a contest to see who is the best game player on the team. We have three tables over here. Pick an opponent and a game. Play until one of you scores seven points. The winner gets two tallies. However, the loser must show good sportsmanship and attempt to reward the winner by showering her with kisses for one minute. Coach Madison and I will keep track of the time. If successful, the loser gets one tally, but the winner must concur it was a good reward. The winner then takes on the next challenger at her table while the loser moves to another game. Do you understand?"
For once, a hand went up. "There are seven of us," said Vicky. "How does that work?"
"One girl will have to sit out each round. Much like the basketball game, someone has to be patient on the bench, ready to go in. Her advantage is to race to the table of her choice as soon as the game completes to wait for the winner to be rewarded." I noted the satisfaction of my answer on our hostess' face. "Anything else?"
"How do we win, and what do we get?" asked the competitive Kimmy.
"Remember the tallies. The one with the most gets to play one game of pool against me, winner gets his or her way with the loser. As with any other contest, you must be truthful with keeping your own score. Do you understand?" The girls nodded their heads. "We will play until someone gets fourteen tallies."
"How do we decide who sits out first?" asked Cassie.
"I will," volunteered Vicky. "I have to pee anyway." She looked at me for permission which I gave with a quick nod. As she ran for the door next to the utility room, the other girls scattered for the tables.
"Seems like you set up yourself in a win-win situation," said my fellow timekeeper. I simply smiled at her realization.
With ping pong balls flying, pucks floating, and foosballs banging, the rec room showed how much the girls wanted to win. Dottie and I stood back and watched their energy spiral like a Tasmanian devil.
At one point, little Emma lost at air hockey owing in part to her lack of stature. She had to practically crawl onto the end to reach even halfway to some of the bouncing pucks. "Are you all right?" I asked.
"I guess so. I don't think I'm made to play on such a tall table."
"Lift up your jersey so I can see if you bruised yourself."
Emma pulled up the ill-fitting garment, hers the only one extending to her knees. I was surprised at the body underneath. She was skinny, ribs sticking out skinny. I don't think she had an extra ounce of fat anywhere. I gestured for her to spin around. Her butt was about as flat as any I had ever seen.
"Do I look all right?" she asked. I nodded. "Am I… pretty?"
"I would say so. Just take a look at my beauty detector sticking straight out at you."
Her eyes glued onto the end of my erection with a drop of precum oozing out.
"May I… touch it?" she asked coyly.
"Of course."
She leaned forward, letting her tongue barely graze the sensitive tip of my cock. That was enough for the twitch to bring a smile to her face. We stood like that for a few seconds, not sure as to what we could do next.
"Do you run?" I asked.
"Ah huh," she answered. "Every morning with my dad. He wants me to be thin, not like my overweight mother." She read the expression on my face. "Is that bad?"
"I just want you to remember to carb-load before the games. I don't want you running out of gas during the tournament."
"Okay," she said as she let the jersey fall back over her body. The body that more likely belonged to a fourth grader.
The games continued. At one point, Sandy shed her jersey, possibly to receive a shower of kisses from Cassie on her pointy little buds. That led to the other girls following suit. Soon, everyone in the room played their games stark naked.
And suddenly, the pace of playing the games slowed down. Kimmy knocked the ping pong ball down to the end of the room and spent a long time searching for it. Her opponent, Bonnie, and the odd girl out, Rocky went over to help search. An errant puck from Vicky flew under a couch, giving her and Cassie an excuse for them to join the scrum. Seconds later, Sandy and Emma abandoned the foosball table to complete the group.
"Looks like your contest is over," said Dottie. "And you end up the loser. I hope you don't get blue balls waiting for them to declare a winner."
I followed my fellow former judge to watch the seven sisters pleasure each other. Sex can be just as good as a spectator sport as well as a participant one. Well, sort of. Times like this I wish there was instant replay in life.
The girls were just recovering from their orgy of orgasms when we heard footsteps descending the staircase. "Is there a Rochelle or a Cassandra down here?" asked Miss Hamilton.
"That's us," said Cassie as she and Rocky popped up from the pile of naked bodies hidden by the couch.
"I think your mother is here," said Miss Hamilton as she entered the utility room to retrieve their formerly rain-drenched clothes from the dryer.
"I forgot we had to leave early," said Rocky as the two girls gingerly followed the woman.
Before they got half way across the long room, another head popped down from the first floor. "Girls, I hope you are ready to…"
Her words stopped as her eyes bulged out and her jaw dropped at the sight of the two nude girls approaching her. As Dottie turned around, the woman's jaw dropped even further. At the sight of my body or more likely my boner, she fainted dead away.
"Mom, mom, wake up." Cassie tried to roust her mother from her position on the couch. The cousins had re-dressed and were ready to depart as soon as the woman regained her senses.
"What… what happened?" she said as her eyes blinked open. She smiled when she saw her daughter and niece standing by her. "Oh girls, I had this terrible vision you were down here, running around without clothes, and…"
Vicky poked her head out from behind the two clothed girls. "Here, Mrs. Livingston. This will make you feel better." The naked little hostess thrust one of my treats at the stunned woman.
"Please eat it, Mom," said Cassie. "It will make everything all right."
The woman took a nibble. "This is good," she said, as she devoured the whole thing. Vicky gave her a second, just for good measure.
Mrs. Livingston tried to rise. "I think I'm having a nervous breakdown," she said. "It's been just so stressful at work and…" She caught sight of me again. "You're naked, and your thing is sticking straight out."
"It's all right," I said in a calm, clear voice. "No harm is being done to the girls."
"But…"
"They are learning a lesson about basketball, that's all. It is one that teamwork makes winners, no matter how big a distraction might be going on. Do you understand?"
The woman slowly nodded her head.
"You will not think anything bad about what you saw here. If anything, you will show love to the girls in a more physical way after you return home. Do you understand?"
The woman slowly nodded her head again.
"Then we wish you goodbye and drive home safely. We will see the girls at practice and you at the game, all of which will be as though you saw nothing in this room."
"I understand," she said. "Girls, thank them for having you over. Let's go get our nails done. I'm thinking green and red, like the school colors."
The smile on the departing woman signaled that my treat must have had more of the mind control ingredient than I thought.
"Thank you, Vicky. I owe you one."
The little naked hostess just flashed that mischievous smile at me. I knew I was in trouble, maybe not now, but soon, and forever afterward.
After the cousins left, the relaxation party took on a less athletic feel. Board games replaced the more fast paced physical contests. Pizza delivered about an hour later provided a welcome relief for the hungry girls.
After eating, the girls decided to put on some visual entertainment. Vicky knew how to find her father's most private and "educational" videos. The best scenes were of actresses who could have passed as students at Winter Valley JH performing easily imitatable acts on each other. This was definitely better than health class.
As the night drew to a close and the girls drifted off to sleep in front of the big screen, Dottie claimed one of the couches, and I grabbed the other. Miss Hamilton stayed in the living room on the main floor to act as our guard dog against intruders.
Just as I drifted into my first dream of the night, I heard a little voice. "Mr. Wilson, I need your help."
Thinking it was a dream, I said, "Go away."
"Please, Mr. Wilson."
"All right." I rolled out from under the comfort of the thick blanket and took the hand of the red-haired hostess. She led my sleepy body across the rec room, up the staircase to the main floor, past a sleeping Miss Hamilton, and up a second staircase. With every step I became more aware of my surroundings until we reached a closed door on the second floor.
"This is my room," said Vicky as she turned the knob. We entered hand in hand, but she did not turn on her light. She led me to the bed and threw back the bedspread and sheets underneath. Then she jumped onto it and patted the mattress for me to join her.
Reluctantly, I obliged her. "Why did we come up here?" I asked, having an idea about her intentions.
"I want you to have inner…innercurse with me."
"Do you mean intercourse?"
"Yeah. When you put your penis inner my body and then I curse at you."
I chuckled softly. "I couldn't explain it better myself. But why?"
"Sometimes Daddy and Mommy fight over being in bed together. Daddy says he sees the girls all day long at school and needs to relieve himself. Mommy says she isn't his come on up slot. I don't know what that is, but Daddy says he'd rather keep it in the family than hurt a student."
I chuckled again. "So you would be his cum slut for him?"
"Yes, Because I love him. Maybe then he and Mommy wouldn't fight so much."
I thought for a moment about the proposition from the naked thirteen-year-old as I sat on her bed. "Why should I help you?"
"You said you owed me one for Mrs. Livingston. Please, Mr. Wilson."
I pushed her onto her back and rotated her on the bed. "You must do as I say and never mention to your father that I did this. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she said, her voice nervous, yet excited.
I prepared her pussy orally for my invasion. She was remarkably wet already. At the same time, I rubbed myself to get the best erection I had in a long time. All right, it was as good as the last two nights, but a long time before that.
"Are you sure?" I asked her as I positioned myself on her doorstep.
"Oh, yes."
I pushed forward. As I went inner her, Vicky let loose with a string of curses that would have made a salty sailor swoon. I pumped her full of all the pent-up fluids that accumulated as I ran around naked with the players during the day.
Vicky trembled and quivered and shook violently as her body wrapped her legs behind me and tried to keep me and my sperm inside of her.
Exhausted, she fell asleep quickly. I followed her into dreamland soon after, the end of a perfect fuckin' day.