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Chapter 38 Charity Weekend
“The Lieutenant looked muy caliente at the press conference,” said Portia as Stacy turned on to Interstate 93 North for the drive to New Hampshire. “I TiVo-ed it so we could jerk off to it later.”
“And humble too, I loved the part where he insisted on sharing credit with the Boston and Chestnut Hill police and even the FBI. I’ve lost count of the number of times, he’s referred to them as those stupid Federal cocksuckers,” said Stacy. Stacy spoke in the voice she used to imitate Mike. “It was a team effort requiring intense coordination among the Commonwealth’s law enforcement agencies.”
“Your Cabreeze imitation continues to improve.”
“I wonder if the amount if time his dick spends in my throat is a factor,” said Stacy.
“Still, he plays the honest servant of the public so well you know he must be a crook,” said Portia.
“A crook who loves public adoration, there must be something insightful a good psychologist would say about that.”
“Cabreeze’s movie star handsome,” said Portia. “I can see why you like to do him.”
“The bastard forced his tailor to work all night making him a new suit just for the press conference.”
“So how did it all go down as the cops on television say,” asked Portia?
“Mike and Lou backed up by the Commonwealth’s finest waited to the very last minute to drive out on the runway and block the plane. Making it a last minute rescue added to the media buzz,” said Stacy.
“Cops know how to play the press. Even if it did put Miss Kelly Warren’s cherry at risk,” said Portia.
“I can picture Mike and Lou driving their Crown Vic onto the runway at Hanscomb Field with gun’s blazing. Maybe you should write a book about the case and sell the movie rights.”
“That’s a thought. And was Miss Warren virtue intact?”
“I wasn’t able to stick my fingers in to check but Lou did. He told me whoever pops her cap will have a sore dick for a week,” said Stacy.
“You’re joking. He actually put his fingers in her pussy?”
“According to Lou, she was sprawled across the seat heavily sedated with her skirt up around her waist. The Emir’s man had already performed his own examination. She was lubricated and there was a speculum lying on the floor. Lou told me he had never felt a girl’s hymen before. He was just being curious,” said Stacy.
“And disgusting, so how much time will the Emir’s man get for kidnapping?”
“Nada, zip, none, he has diplomatic immunity. He works at the United Nations. He will be declared persona non grata and booted out of the country,” said Stacy frowning to express her dissatisfaction. “We should have figured out a way for Esther and Natasha to spear his testicles with a five inch heel. Justice was not served in his case.”
“Those tiny little countries in the gulf sit on a sea of oil and even the mighty US treads lightly where they’re concerned,” said Portia.
“Oil rules. It turns out the Emir in question is the ruler’s brother and therefore untouchable. However, Doctor Stanhope had confessed to kidnapping three other students from her abstinence group over the last two years, a major black eye for the college that caused the chancellor to worry aloud on television about the damage to future enrollment. Our government has requested their safe return,” said Stacy.
“And what will happen to the good doctor,” asked Portia?
“Kidnapping for purposes of sexual slavery involving transport to a foreign country is a serious Federal crime. She will probably get life as will her sister, Delores Hamilton, AKA Mistress Scylla. The two will undoubtedly be putting on special kind of performance art at Bridgewater State. I see serious rug munching in their future.”
“Amazing how the Professor’s nose job made her look different from her twin sister,” said Portia.
“Mike let me look at Professor Stanhope’s file. Over the years, she transformed her face with a half dozen operations. They were identical twins at birth,” said Stacy.
“So you are an unsung hero. Mike Cabreeze takes all the credit and gets his face on television. You get to service his cock,” said Portia.
“Sucking her hero’s dick is all the reward a good girl needs,” said Stacy.
“Our exit is next,” said Portia looking at the directions.
“Have you ever fucked for charity before,” asked Stacy slowing the car and moving to the right lane?
“When would I have done that? But the idea of letting men who I do not know stick their penises in my orifices for a good cause sounds most commendable,” said Portia. “I’ve been looking for a way to give back to the community for the many blessings I have received.”
“As opposed to just doing it because it feels good,” said Stacy.
“Didn’t Jesus say in the Sermon on the Mount, blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness for they shall be filled?”
“By righteousness, I don’t think he meant the erotic pleasure of having a male member inside your vagina,” said Stacy.
“The Bible is always subject to interpretation by the faithful. I intend to allow my righteous thirst for semen and hunger for hard cock keep me filled. There’s the exit sign. Next right.”
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“Great Grandfather must be spinning in his grave,” said Traci Moynahan looking at herself in the mirror while she adjusted her push up bra to maximize her cleavage. She reached inside the cups to give her nipple a hard squeeze then noted with satisfaction the visible bumps made in her white cotton blouse.
Stacy, Portia, and Traci were hurriedly changing into the outfits Leslie provided when they arrived at Moynahan Castle. It was seven o’clock in the morning. First tee time was at eight. Everyone was supposed to be downstairs by seven thirty. Two girls would be assigned to each golf foursome. Their role according to Leslie Cabot’s carefully worded instructions was to drive the cart, carry the golf bag and perform sexually as requested.
“Will they expect sex on the golf course,” asked Stacy who had not previously considered the prospect of intercourse in the great outdoors? The idea of shagging in front of nature’s creatures was something she was going to have to get used to.
“The squirrels will be embarrassed,” said Portia making a second attempt to tie the striped silk tie.
“As will the chipmunks, we will be setting a bad example for Mother Nature,” said Stacy handing Portia her already knotted tie and taking Portia’s.
“You’ll get used to outdoor slamming. And don’t be upset when they go out of their way to talk dirty. Being able to call you a cock sucking whore is part of their fun,” said Traci.
“So this white trash, trailer slut, cock sucking whore can be expected to put out in front of God and everybody,” said Portia.
“Just enjoy it and make sure they do too. The men will take advantage of us every chance they get. Expect some kind of action any time there is a break. Given that there is always someone waiting for something in golf, it’s almost one continual screwing. Last year, I was driving the cart with one hand and jerking a guy off with the other,” said Traci responding to Stacy’s question about how much sex versus golf they could expect.
That’s not the shy overweight Traci Moynahan I recall from high school thought Stacy watching Traci press her breasts together and curl her tongue at the small mirror the three girls were sharing. Her breasts are larger and her lips are fuller plus she has a terrific body with sculptured abs. Cosmetic surgery and a personal trainer have been at work.
When Stacy and Portia arrived they found a completely naked Traci sitting on the side of the tub shaving her vulva before getting dressed for the golf outing.
“Sorry but I forgot to shave last night,” said Traci finishing up.
In high school Traci had been known for consuming several pints of premium ice cream then throwing up in a fruitless attempt to control her weight. Her dietary problems had reached the point her parents sent her off to a special clinic in Colorado.
Moynahan Castle was just as impressive as Stacy remembered, an enormous edifice of New Hampshire granite built on a promontory overlooking Lake Winnipesaukee. Stacy also noted it resembled a certain maximum-security penitentiary she had recently visited.
Not for the last time was Stacy impressed with Leslie Cabot’s organizational skills. Albert was standing at the front entrance when she and Portia arrived. She was surprised he remembered her name. Of course, she was unaware he repeatedly watched his video of her impaled on Ellis’s cock with her face buried between Leslie’s thighs noisily licking her sex.
After being introduced to Portia, he gave each girl a personalized folder containing detailed instructions for the weekend.
Ellis arrived out of breath. Attired in a tight fitting shirt and shorts that partially exposed his muscular buttocks, he brought back Stacy’s memories of the afternoon she’d spent straining to fit his oversized member into the orifices. She was a little surprised at his attire. It struck her a something a gay would wear.
It turned out he was working as the parking valet. He greeted Stacy warmly lifting her in a bear hug then cupping her buttocks in his huge hands and grinding his cock against her pubic mound.
“Miss me,” asked Ellis before planting a kiss on Stacy’s lips?
“Parts of you,” said Stacy wrapping her legs around his waist forcing her clit against his sex.
“You must be Portia. Come here and give me some love,” said Ellis releasing Stacy before delivering a similar hug to the Portia. The two kissed passionately while Stacy and Albert watched.
“Stacy told me all about you,” said Portia making a mental note that if at all possible, she was going to have sex with Ellis before the weekend was out.
“I said you were a stimulating conversationalist and a caring sensitive individual,” said Stacy.
“All that and more, wish I had time for a quick three-way but Leslie’s on the warpath,” said Ellis before rushing off with her car.
“Just looking at him makes me want to get down on my knees and beg to suck his mighty dick,” said Stacy having resisted the urge to place her hand on the large bulge in Ellis’s shorts.
“So that was supercock. Maybe I’ll get a chance to have my holes re-sized,” was Portia’s comment as Ellis drove away.
“Go for it. It’s painful but deeply satisfying,” said Stacy recalling how it felt to have her rectum expanded to the bursting point.
The information packet contained the schedule and instructions for the charity outing plus a tee shirt with the Women In Harm’s Way logo and today’s date silk-screened on the back.
Portia, Stacy, and Traci were assigned to Guest Suite 11 located on the second floor in the East Wing. An older woman named Carole who identified herself as the regional director of the charity showed them to their room. She thanked Stacy and Portia profusely for giving up their weekend to help a worthy cause then hurried off clipboard in hand.
The hallway and rooms were filled with half dressed girls who’d volunteered to serve as what Leslie euphemistically referred to as hostesses. Stacy could sense the energy and anticipation of the women as they purposefully prepared for a long day of sex.
Stacy and Portia quickly opened the box containing their first uniform. There were three dress boxes waiting in the room. Printed neatly on each were their name and the event: golf, paintball and banquet. Portia and Stacy had emailed their sizes to Leslie two weeks prior.
Traci had arrived a few minutes earlier. Although the two girls had not been close in high school, a naked Traci shaving lather partially covering her crotch rushed into Stacy’s arms and kissed her hard on the lips.
“I’m getting married in two months. Can you believe it?” squealed Traci while her arms were still around Stacy. Stacy was feeling warmth from the pressure of Traci’s breasts and sex pressed against her.
“Congratulations, that’s wonderful. Who is he?” asked Stacy surprised a bride within sixty days of her wedding was participating in what Leslie Cabot described as twenty four hours of non-stop sex for charity.
“You don’t know him. Roger Crawford, he’s on Senator Talbot’s staff. I’ve spent a fortune commuting to DC,” said Traci.
“I’d love to meet him,” said Stacy.
“You will at the wedding. The invitations went out last week. I sent yours to your address in Weston. And who is this?” said Traci looking at Portia.
“Oh sorry, this is my good friend, Portia. She’s a fellow student and we live together,” said Stacy introducing Portia.
“Welcome to Leslie Cabot’s weekend fuck-a-thon,” bubbled an enthusiastic Traci hugging Portia. “This maybe my last chances to act wild before I become a chaste married woman. I intend to take full advantage of it.”
“I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks. It’s not often one gets to fuck one’s brains out for a good cause,” said Portia.
“It certainly beats those charity walk-a-thons that screw up the traffic and give you sore feet,” said Stacy.
“Leslie’s a genius. I’d rather fuck for breast cancer any day than walk ten miles for it,” said Portia.
“Something else besides your feet will get sore this weekend. We better hurry and get dressed. Mother Leslie likes to keep on schedule,” said Traci releasing Portia. Realizing they were running late, the two new arrivals quickly shed their clothes.
“Rings and tats that is just so cool. May I touch them?” asked Traci as soon as Portia undressed.
“Sure,” answered Portia widening her stance as Traci knelt down. Portia was beginning to feel more comfortable about the weekend. She had been apprehensive at the prospect of meeting Stacy’s wealthy friends. But she quickly realized every female there regardless of how rich was going to be fucked like a street whore who passed out in a crack house. She also realized from Traci’s fascination with her rings and tattoos she was something of an exotic.
“They’re so fucking cool. Did it hurt when you got them?” asked Traci examining the three rings in each labia and the smaller one above Portia’s clitoris. Portia was surprised the exam was more than visual. Traci’s fingers were all over her sex.
“They numbed my labia with ice but the one over my clit hurt like hell,” said Portia.
“I’ve never done it with a girl with rings in her pussy. If we get the chance, I’d like to give it a try,” said Traci planning a wet kiss on Portia’s clitoris.
“I’ll save you a spot on my fuck card,” said Portia obligingly rotating her legs to improve Traci’s access to her sex.
“Tempus fugit, you two,” said Stacy anxious not to be late. There wasn’t time for Portia and Traci to get it on. They had to be downstairs in twenty minutes.
Printed material inside the Golf Uniform box identified two stores on Newbury Street as having donated the blouses, skirts, and shoes. Business cards of two women who managed the fashionable boutiques were included along with an exhortation by Leslie Cabot to shop with supporters of Women in Harm’s Way.
“They must sell on commission,” said Portia looking at the cards as she folded over the waistband of the short plaid skirt. The scotch plaid was the signature design of an upscale ready to wear company. “How’s that? Showing enough ass?”
“Try one more fold. According to Leslie’s direction, the bottom of your cheeks should be even with the hem. Your butt needs to show when you bend over to pick up a golf ball,” said Stacy scanning Leslie’s instructions how the Golf Uniform should be worn. The directions even included a picture of one of the hostesses bending over at the waist showing her thong. Stacy was tying the tails of her white cotton blouse for the third time trying to get the right exposure for her white lace trimmed uplift bra. The unbuttoned blouse was to be tied snugly under the girl’s breasts exposing her mid rift. The skirt’s waistband rode low on Stacy’s hip bones an inch or so above her pubic region. The white bands of her thong appeared above the waistband. The finishing touch was a pair of white sox with saddle oxfords.
“Being here must bring back memories, Stacy,” asked Traci?
“I recall it was a beautiful day and Mr. Kendall got stung by a bee and couldn’t breathe. Mrs. Warner had to give him a shot or he would have died,” said Stacy adjusting her waistband then turning around and bending slightly over to make sure the lower half of her ass showed.
“Aren’t you forgetting Michael Kerwin deflowered you that balmy late spring afternoon? I thought a girl never forgets her first time,” said Traci.
“Michael Kerwin and I snogged enthusiastically and I let him put his hand in my bra and touch my boobs. Then he unzipped his pants and put my hand on his cock. He asked me to suck it but I wasn’t quite ready for that; however I did agree to jerk him off. He lasted two strokes before he blew his load in my palm. That was all, folks,” said Stacy sitting on the bed tying her saddle oxfords.
“So he was lying when he went around the next day at school letting all the other boys smell his fingers claiming the aroma was your pussy?” said Traci as she applied lipstick.
“Yes, not that it matters after all these years,” said Stacy unaware Michael had done that. “Where is Michael Kerwin these days?”
“Stanford.”
“I should look him up and find out what I missed,” said Stacy. “Portia, can you help me with these pig tails. I haven’t worn pig tails since elementary school.”
“At least you can wear them,” said Portia. Her short hair prevented her from following Leslie suggestion hostesses wear schoolgirl pigtails for the golf event. Portia parted Stacy’s hair and tied the plaid bows made from the same material as the skirt.
“Leslie’s a genius when it comes to making nice girls look like whores,” said Traci lifting her skirt to make sure the thin band of panty material was lodged between her labia.
“I’m not sure there are any nice girls here today. Your great grandfather would not approve,” said Stacy recalling Traci’s earlier statement as they finished dressing.
“No, but I bet he would get a hard on if he were present,” said Traci.
“I should be down on State Street flagging down cars and asking if they want a half and half. It’s a cross between street whore and Catholic schoolgirl. I’d call it the St. Leslie of the Sacred Slut look,” said Portia looking in the mirror. “You said he would be spinning in his grave.”
“According to family history, he was a true descendant of the Puritans. He fired one of his best managers for using foul language,” said Traci.
“I’ll keep that in mind when I’m giving head,” said Portia.
“What was it like last year?” asked Stacy recalling that Traci had previously participated.
“Smaller by half and there was no paint ball hunt. The survey the men filled out at the end of the event indicated the afternoon rest period should be replaced by another planned activity. Leslie decided paint ball would bring out the macho in the guys,” said Traci.
“Aren’t most of these men in there forties and fifties?” asked Portia?
“Yes indeed, they’re mostly old farts. There’ll be a few sixties also. Leslie mentioned there would be a seventy-year-old gentleman attending,” said Traci.
“I’ve never screwed anyone over forty. At least anyone I can recall,” said Stacy searching her memory.
“Me neither,” said Portia. “Won’t we wear them out?”
“Before the advent of those little blue pills, today’s orgy would be an impossibility. All these old guys would have limp dicks by noon. But thanks to big pharma, the studs will keep going and going like the Energizer Bunny. It was after midnight last year before the last one rolled off me,” said Traci.
“What are the boy girl ratios?” asked Portia.
“Thirty two cock loving sluts and sixty four pussy crazed studs if everyone shows,” said Traci. “We have the exact ratio Leslie wanted.”
“Where are they now,” asked Stacy?
“Having breakfast, storing up energy for a long day of whoring for a worthy cause,” said Traci.
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Portia bowed low when she was introduced to the four Japanese automobile executives. She and another older woman named Kendra would be serving as their hostesses during the golf outing. Portia had a smattering of knowledge about Japanese customs gained from her close friendship with the Japanese members of a youth orchestra she had belonged to in Trenton.
“Act very subservient, do not stare or look them directly in the eye, be extremely polite,” Portia advised Kendra when the two found out they would be with the Japanese executives and Kendra asked for her counsel.
“Anything else I should know,” asked Kendra.
“Their semen tastes fishy and they expect you to swallow it and thank them for the privilege. Bow your head after you swallow then look up and smile as you say Thank You,” said Portia. Portia was glad theirs was the second foursome to tee off. It eliminated having to converse with four men for whom English was a second language.
“Where are you gentlemen from,” asked Kendra once they were off the first tee headed down the fairway?
“Tennessee,” was the surprising answer.
“Are you a prostitute, Portia,” asked the graying gentleman whose nametag read, “Hidecki”? He was the senior of the four and based on the deference paid by the others, the person in charge.
“No, Hidecki-san, I am a college student, studying government,” said Portia noting that Hidecki’s hand was now on her bare thigh. The foursome had been favorably impressed with her tattoos comparing her to the yakusa prostitutes much prized by salarymen. After they had been introduced, they spent several minutes examining each visible tattoo. They lifted her skirt to examine the dragon on her lower abdomen. They complemented her on the beauty of her skin art.
So far so good thought Portia glancing in the rear view mirror. I wonder if Leslie realized that the Japanese would be more accepting of skin art and piercings. Thus far I’m very impressed with how she’s organized everything.
Portia glanced in the rear view mirror and saw Kendra and Hidecki-san’s second in command, Hiro, kissing. Hiro’s fingers were inside the material covering Kendra’s crotch. He was massaging her sex while her hand stroked the large bulge in his golf slacks. Her fingers were fumbling for his zipper. The two gentlemen, Juro and the youngest of the four who introduced himself as Thomas, were in the golf cart’s rear seat reaching over Kendra’s shoulders to slip their hands inside her bra. They had already untied the blouse’s shirttails and lifted one of her breasts out of the bra cup.
If this much sex is happening and we’re barely off the first tee, I’m going to have a very interesting day thought Portia spreading her legs slightly to allow Hidecki-san’s hand a clear path to her crotch. Portia smiled demurely as his fingers brushed over her sex causing her to exhale her pleasure. Portia’s placed her hand on Hidecki’s pushing it harder against her moistening crotch as she carefully steered the cart with her other hand.
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“Damn, we tee off next to last,” said Doug looking unhappily at the slip of paper with the number fifteen written on it. Doug was the fattest of the four overweight men in Stacy and Traci’s foursome. The other three were also carrying extra weight.
This is not going to be a roll in the hay with lean bodies and enough stamina to make a girl need to catch her breath realized Stacy as they introduced themselves to the men seated at their assigned table.
“I’m Traci and this is my good friend Stacy. We’re here to make sure you enjoy your weekend. I want to thank you personally for your support of Women in Harm’s Way,” said Traci.
“If there is anything we can do to make your weekend more enjoyable, just let us know,” added Stacy.
“What does anything include,” asked Tony?
“You’re going to have to work very hard to name something it doesn’t include,” said Stacy smiling at Tony.
“Traci and Stacy, easy enough to remember,” said Doug.
“It’s on my name tag, Doug, in case you forget,” said Stacy leaning forward as she arched her back to thrust her chest forward.
“We won’t forget,” said Ron the forty five year old senior partner in Boston’s leading architectural firm. His eyes were laser fixed on Stacy’s décolletage.
“Sit down, girls, we got quite a wait,” said Doug holding up the paper.
“What do you girls do for a living,” asked Tony attempting small talk?
“College student, pre-law,” said Stacy pouring herself a cup of coffee.
“Ron’s a lawyer, you two should have a lot to talk about,” said Doug.
“Yes, the law is a wonderful career for a young woman,” said Ron recalling his recent vote to deny one of the firm’s most able female lawyers a partnership. “How about you, Traci?”
“I work in sales for my dad,” said Traci. “We’re a rep firm for a line of building materials.”
“Doug, Ron, Steve and Tony,” said Traci repeating the names as she looked around the table.
“Guys, I think we lucked out with our female companions even if we did get a lousy tee time,” said Doug. The men had taken one look at Stacy and decided they had been very fortunate indeed. She was easily the most attractive of the hostesses. In their collective view she was drop dead gorgeous with large breasts they couldn’t wait to get their hands on. Traci had a quieter girl next-door sexuality they also found very appealing. The four were anxious to get out on the golf course and investigate what was contained in Stacy’s brassiere visible under the partially buttoned blouse.
The six were seated together on the patio adjacent to the first tee. Stacy was sipping a second cup of coffee having just finished an excellent piece of pastry donated by a local bakery. Both girls had already made a mental note the preferred positions for sexual intercourse with the quartet were those where they were on top. Doug looked to be several inches shy of six feet with a waist that approached his height. The other three, Steve, Ron, and Tony, were only slightly less rotund.
“Damn, I was hoping we start having some fun early but we got an hour and a half to kill,” said Steve looking dejected. Steve was not looking forward to the prospect of wasting time exchanging small talk with two young women he barely knew. He rarely talked to his wife and he had no idea what he could say to Stacy and Traci. He doubted they would be terribly interested in the many problems and challenges he faced in running Boston’s largest biotech firm. For some reason, the four were reluctant to start anything with the girls until they reached the first tee.
“There’s a pool table in the billiard room,” said Ron. “We could shoot some pool while we wait.”
“I haven’t touched a pool cue since I graduated college,” said Tony looking disgusted.
“I have a suggestion,” said Stacy standing up and walking over to Doug easing into his lap as she put her arms around his neck firmly resting her boobs against his double chin. His hand found its way to her thigh.
Doug was the region’s leading commercial property developer and easily the richest and best known of the four. He was often seen on local access television attempting to cajole a planning board to rezone a piece of land or grant him a variance. She pressed her bottom against his crotch as she made her suggestion.
Leslie had repeatedly stressed the hostesses were to insure the donors enjoyed themselves and find some way to keep things from becoming dull. “In spite of the fact the men are business and community leaders; they may be shy at first. You have to take the lead in making things happen, especially at the beginning. Remember the better time they have, the more money for the shelter,” was Leslie’s counsel. “And more money means more women escaping an abusive relationship.”
“What do you have in mind, Stacy,” asked Doug glancing at the nametag on Stacy’s chest to be sure he had her name right? Given that his eyes had been drawn repeatedly to Stacy’s superstructure since they met moments ago, his uncertainty was surprising.
“Traci and I went to high school together but we haven’t seen each other for a while. We never did hook up when we students but we’d like to now. Why don’t we all go up to our room? You guys can watch us go down on each other then join in,” said Stacy.
“Watch you do what,” asked Ron unsure he understood but hoping he did? This was Ron’s first time at the charity event. While he heard stories about how much sex was available, he wasn’t sure it was true.
“Eat each other’s hot wet pussy,” said Traci following Stacy lead. “I’ve brought some toys we can play with. That is if you’re into toys. There’s an eighteen-inch double dildo Stacy and I can share. We’ll bury it in our cunts and rub our doughnuts together.”
“Wow,” said Ron unable to resist the urge to grab his cock.
“So, would you like to watch Traci and I go down on each other or shoot pool,” asked Stacy straightening her back to bring her boobs up Doug’s double chin as she ran her hands over the back of his head? “Personally, I like some cock before we get out on the course and you get too busy with your game to fuck us.”
“I’d like to see you two sluts go down on each other,” said Tony.
“You want to watch me eat Traci’s cunt? Don’t you, Doug?” asked Stacy pressing her rear against his crotch.
“Yes, can I call you names, Stacy? Don’t take it personal but I like to talk dirty,” said Doug feeling his erection grow. He’d taken a double dose of his erectile dysfunction drug moments before the girls arrived and it was starting to take effect.
“You mean names like cock sucking filthy whore,” asked Stacy before tracing her tongue around the curve of his ear.
“Yeah, I like that,” said Doug.
“Call us anything you like. You can have all the pussy you want, anyway you want it,” said Traci scooting her chair back then raising her legs resting her heels on the table. Traci’s skirt slid up exposing the highly visible wet stain in the center of her panty crotch.
“You girls like to swallow come,” asked Steve becoming aroused by the conversation.
“I’ll swallow every drop, Steve,” said Stacy. “That is after Traci and I snowball.”
“You have any problem with anal,” asked Ron expectantly?
“Only that I can’t get enough of it,” said Stacy. “My asshole’s douched and ready. I was hoping you liked backdoor action.”
“We’re both rear entry girls. Isn’t everybody these days?” said Traci.
“My wife certainly isn’t,” said Doug causing everyone to laugh.
“Let’s go. Sex beats pool any day,” said Steve standing up.
“Damn right it does. I’ve always like to see girls go down on each other,” said Tony.
“My cock’s hard,” said Ron standing up to show the bulge in his golf slacks. There was a small wet spot.
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