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It was the Fall of 1967, I was 16 and in my junior year in high school...

Flower power and free love were all the rage in the summer of 1967, as was sex, drugs and rock and roll.� Dad was fine with the free love and tolerated the rock and roll, but he was adamantly against drugs of any kind, with the exception of booze. He was okay with booze and didn't mind Todd and me imbibing on his beer supply at home, just so long as we weren't going anywhere.� He made it quite clear what he'd do if I was ever stopped for DWI or caught smoking dope, not that it completely stopped me from doing either.

With me now driving the T-Bird, Todd, Staci, Traci and I were always together, and more likely than not, together at my house.� Dad was fine with that, as he liked having the girls around and readily available.� When they had clothes on, Dad liked the way the girls dressed, especially when they went braless in their peasant blouses.� Of course he preferred them bare, and with Todd around, they were usually bare to the delight of my dad.� Hippie communes had nothing on our house when it came to casual sex, and sex in a variety of combinations.

One thing he didn't like was the fact that I began wearing my hair long, not real long, but well over my ears.� He said it made me look like a faggot.� "I am a faggot," I quipped.

"Yes, you are, but you don't have to go around looking like a hippie faggot."

"It's okay, Dad.� No one thinks I'm a faggot."

"I think you're a faggot," my good buddy interjected.� "In fact I know you're a faggot.� All I need to do is drop my pants and..."

"Butt out, Todd," my dad said firmly.� "You look like a faggot too with your long hair."

"Hey, the girls like it," Todd replied. "They really do.� Makes them think that they're sucking their sister's dick when blowing me."

Dad couldn't help but laugh. He didn't like the look, that's for sure, but he grudgingly came to accept it.�

It was just before Thanksgiving when Todd's mom had a stroke while at work.� It was a bad one too, that rendered her paralyzed on her left side. When she was released from the hospital it was to a nursing facility, as she couldn't manage on her own.� Fortunately she had fairly good insurance through her employer, but it was quickly apparent that it wouldn't be nearly enough, and she had to liquidate all of her assets to cover her nursing home charges for just the first year.� That meant she had to sell the house, and that meant that Todd was homeless.�

Of course he wasn't put out onto the streets, as he simply moved in with Dad and me.� There was a problem though, which manifested itself just after Christmas when Todd needed to see a doctor for a skin infection.� As he was still a minor, the doctors would not treat him without parental consent.� Dad nearly went ballistic on them, but calmed himself down enough to see through to a solution.� With a lawyer and the proper paper work in tow, he went to the nursing home to see Todd's mom and had her appoint Dad as Todd's legal guardian.� With that paperwork in hand, the doctors treated him and all was well.

It was a good thing Dad got that done when he did, for soon thereafter, Todd's mother had another stoke, one which she didn't survive.� Todd was now an orphan, but he wasn't without family. Dad had filed the guardianship papers with the courthouse before she died, so there was no question as to what� Todd's status was when she passed.� Still, the county authorities needed to inspect our house to see if it was a fit home.� That meant all the erotic artwork had to be taken down and stored for a few weeks until after the inspection.�

The biggest problem they had with the inspection was the fact that there were only two beds, mine and Dad's.� Dad solved that by renting a roll away bed that he installed in his office, which was now presumably Todd's bedroom.� Once the second inspection was done and powers that be were happy, the roll away bed was returned to the rental shop and the artwork went back onto the walls.

I suppose things were pretty much normal for the remainder of high school, except for the promiscuous sex at home.� Traci and Staci remained our steady girlfriends and spent nearly every Saturday at our house getting screwed, by me, by Todd and by my dad.� Never once did Todd nor I "date" any other girls and never once did they ever "date" any other guys.� With the exception of John, Dad never brought home any strange men for sex either, and as John was married, his sexual contact was limited to his wife, Dad, Todd and me.� As a result, despite the promiscuity and bare back sex, no one ever contracted VD.�

Both Todd and I won scholarships to the big flagship state university.� Me for general academics and Todd for his artistry.� Traci and Staci also went with us.� As both Todd and I had money for tuition, books, room and board, Dad was happy to buy a small house near campus for us to live in and charge us rent. Traci and Staci, however, were strapped for cash and for awhile it looked as if they weren't going to be able to afford it.� Once again, Dad came up with a plan, the girls would simply live with us rent free; of course they were.� But, he then proceeded to talk Mrs. Laird into the plan, explaining the obvious.� Sure we'd be cohabitating and copulating, but we'd been copulating for several years, so what difference did it make?� Mrs. Laird was no dummy.� She was well aware of the sexual activities of her two daughters and readily agreed.�

Dad was a regular weekend visitor, dropping in about once a month for some pussy, male and female.� Mrs. Laird dropped in once in awhile too.� The first time she visited, she was shocked at the artwork gracing the walls of our little house.� After that, she hardly noticed when Todd walked around naked, though both Staci and Traci went ballistic on him for doing that.� There were some things you just didn't do.�

Of course we had lots of friends who liked to hang out at our house where nudity was the norm.� Lots of smoke and cheap sweet wine consumed there.� On more than one occasion, a friend would want to bed one of our girls, but we never allowed that to happen.� For all their kinkiness and easy sexuality, our girls weren't sluts... they were, but they weren't.� They were our girls, and our girls exclusively (not counting Dad).� And we were their guys (including Dad).� There might be an orgy raging in our living room, but we never mixed it up with our friends.

Which brings me way forward to our Junior year and just after I had turned 21...

For years we'd been balling them bareback and making regular deposits of live sperm deep in their girlie parts.� No problem. No problem at all.� Suddenly there was a problem.� They were both preggo!

Being the dummies that we were, we had no idea that the girls wanted more from us than just being fuck buddies.� They wanted something more permanent.� They wanted to be married and become respectable.� Without our knowledge, they simply stopped taking their birth control pills and wham-o!�

I fucked Traci as often as I fucked Staci, and Todd fucked Staci as often as he fucked Traci and often we would do them both the same night.� Who was carrying who's kid? For that matter, one or both might have been carrying Dad's kid. Who knew?

I did the only sensible thing and called Dad.� "I've been expecting something like this to happen, " he said. "I'm surprised they waited this long before sinking their hooks into you two. It's called the pussy trap and you two clowns have been thoroughly ensnared.� So, tell me, Randy, what do you plan to do?"

"That's why I called you, Dad. They want us to marry them."

"Okay, let me ask you this.� Do you want your kid to be born a fatherless bastard?"

"No!"

"Okay, you've answered your own question."

"It's not that simple, Dad. I can't marry both of them, so which one should I marry?"

"Which do you like the best?"

"I like them both."

"You like them both and you fuck them both, but you can only marry one in this state, son. So... do you love one of them more than the other?"

I had to think about that. After a long pause Dad continued, "If one of them moved out and went home to tomorrow, which one would you want to stay?"

"Both!� I want them both."

"Do you love them both?"

"Yes!"

"What about Todd?� Who does he love the most?"

"I dunno.� I think he loves them just the same."

"Hey, you boys and girls are going to have to choose. Time to grow up, Randy."

"But I don't know which one to marry.� If I marry Staci, what if she's carrying Todd's child, and what if Traci is carrying my child?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Yes, ummmm, no, I mean..."

"Here's what you do.� Let the girls choose, that way you won't offend one or the other."

"Yeah... Thanks, Dad."

"Oh, for a wedding present, I'll pay for the marriage licenses."

"Sure, Dad.� Thanks, I guess."

I huddled with Todd and told him what Dad said.� Then we put it to the girls.�

"Todd and I want to marry you.� Problem is we both love both of you and neither of us want to choose between the two of you. So you get to choose who you marry."

"I told you they'd be chicken shits about it," Traci said to her twin.

"Yeah, cop outs!" accused Staci.

"Wait just a fucking minute," Todd ventured.

"Watch your mouth, Todd.� You know we don't like that kind of language," Staci asserted.

"Yeah, right!�� Fuck, fuck, fuck..."� Some things never change.� "Speaking of fucking, why don't we do just that and talk about all this later."

"So who do you chose, Todd?" Traci asked.

"Hey, we're just talking about fucking.� I don't care, I like fucking both of you."

"You can only do us one at a time, so which is it, Todd?"

"Ummmm, Randy, you pick," my best buddy said deftly handing me the hot potato.

"Thanks, Todd," I replied rather annoyed.

"Yes, Randy, which of us do you want to do first." I didn't know which of them said that even though I was looking right at them.� Suddenly, it was just like in eighth grade when I couldn't tell them apart for the life of me.� Get this wrong and...

"No, I'm not playing your game," I said and taking one from Todd, I unzipped and took out my pecker wagging it at them.� "Question is, which one of you wants this the most?"

"Oh, I can have that anytime I want," one of them said.

"But I want it too," said the other and they began laughing.

"Seriously, girls," Todd said.� "Let's go fuck and then talk about this later."

"You have to choose, Todd.� Me or her?"

"Oh, fuck this!�

"Randy, let's go get a beer."� Sounded like a plan to me.

"No, wait, wait, wait!" one them said.�� "You're turning down your choice of pussy just to go out and have a beer?"

"Yeah, Todd!� What in the hell were you thinking?" I said to put him back on the spot.

"I was thinking we'd go out and get some French ticklers and come back and fuck them both in the ass," he replied.

"Oh, really?� You think you can just dump us and then come back and ass fuck us?� I have a better idea.� Why don't we go with you, we'll buy some of those French ticklers, come back and then we'll watch you and Randy fuck each other in the ass."

"Sounds like a plan to me," quipped Todd.� "Go on, you two whores, and get some shoes on."

As Traci and Staci gleefully went looking for some shoes, I couldn't help but wonder what it was about those two.� Todd was always calling them whores, but never in ear shot of anyone outside the four of us and they took no offence.� If I ever called one or both of them a whore, they'd come down on me like a sack of bricks.� Women... go figure.

So we walked to a college bar a few blocks from our house.� Todd and I had a draft beer.� The girls abstained, citing their current state.� Darts was a popular past time in this establishment and when the dart board came available, we played darts, two against two, Todd and one of the girls and me with the other.� We always played best two out three, the winning team getting to do want they wanted with their vanquished opponents.�

It was time to pick our partner, but then there was that sticky problem of which to choose.� Suddenly Todd had an idea.� "Me and Randy, we're one team.� You two cunts are the other team."

"That's not fair," Traci declared.

"Oh, yes it is.� Randy and I are going to play against each other.� And you two play against each other.� Best two out of three.� The high scores, well, they tie the knot.� The low scores, they tie the knot."

It was brilliant!� As inept as he was at most things athletic, not that darts is a very athletic game, Todd was pretty good at it, so were evenly matched.� The girls both sucked at it, usually missing the board altogether.� Not that it mattered, as we always had good fun afterwards.�

So we started playing.� I barely outscored Todd on our first game.� The girls, well, Staci got lucky and hit a bulls eye, the only dart to actually hit the board and not stick into the wall or fall to the floor.� The game went on and soon it was determined that Traci and I would marry, and Todd and Staci would marry.� We were all happy with that outcome; best yet, no one was offended by an imaginary slight by picking this one over that one.� We went home and had a great four way fuck.

Dad and Mom (as Todd and I now called Mrs. Laird) attended our wedding down at the courthouse.� Dad was true to his word and paid for the marriage licenses.� For our honeymoon, he rented us a cabin at a nearby state park for the weekend, and then invited himself to the nuptial consummation.�� That was a fun weekend.� Dad showed no favorites as to where he stuck his cock, and visited every hole available to him, as did Todd and I.

As he was about to leave our honeymoon hideaway, Dad told me that now that I was married, that I was on my own.� That really didn't sink in for several days when the checks for Todd's and my monthly allowance didn't show up.� After a few days when the checks from my dad failed to appear, I called him to see what the problem was.�

"No problem, Randy.� Like I said, you're married now.� You're no longer a kid.� It's up to you to provide for you and your wife, Staci."

"Uh, I married Traci, Dad."

"No matter, I can't tell those two apart.

"Oh, and be sure and give Todd the good news.� He's off the payroll too," he added before he hung up.

Still holding the receiver to my ear as it just buzzed, I thought, 'Oh, fuck!� What am I going to do now?' We all had work-study jobs at the university, but no way could we survive on that.� We were in a pickle. Still listening to the dial tone in my ear, I briefly considered calling him back and asking if I could get a weekend job at his "Club", as his membership had been restored just before Todd and I went off to college.� I knew I could make some good money there selling my body.� Heck, Todd could make some dough there too.� And Staci and Traci... Shit! There had to be a better way.

When I told Todd the news that we were on our own, he just shrugged.� "Don't worry about that, Randy."

"What do you mean, don't worry about it. We're fucking broke, dude!"

"I have a plan," he said.� "I always have good plans, you know."

"So, what's this plan?" I asked skeptically.

"I talked to this guy a few weeks ago.� He came around one day and I was introduced to him.� He's an art dealer and has a gallery downtown.� He said he really liked my work and that he wanted to put some of my stuff up in his gallery.� Said my art could fetch a good price, if the right collector saw it."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him, no, I wasn't interested."

"You're not interested!!!"

"I wasn't then, but I am now.� Wha'cha say we go take a ride?"

So we took a ride downtown to this art gallery and talked to this guy.� He was as fruity as they come, a real lisping flaming faggot. As they talked, he couldn't keep his hands off Todd as he gushed about his erotic works of art.� After a bit, they went into the back, while I waited out front.�

While I waited, a few patrons walked in and browsed around.� After thirty minutes or more, Todd comes out, naked and carrying his clothes in his hand.� The patrons in the gallery gawked at him, as I did.

"Come on, let's go," he said as if there was nothing unusual in his lack of dress.

"Don't you think you should put your pants on?"

"Oh, yeah!� Don't want to get arrested. But then again, it would be great publicity!"

"Just put your pants on.

"Jesus, what did you two do?" I continued.� "Blow each other?"

"No, he just blew me and licked my ass crack," he replied pulling up his pants. "You know, sort of to seal the deal."

"What deal?"

"A fifty-fifty spit on everything he sells. That and exclusive rights for one year. Now, let's go pick out some stuff for him."�

We did just that. First we hit the university studio where he had a lot of large works, then we went home and he selected a few smaller pieces.

He picked out a couple nudes of the girls and picked out one particularly lewd piece featuring me.� I had to protest, "Hey, I don't want everyone and his dog to see that!"

"You want to eat don't you?"

"Yeah, but..."

"No, buts, Randy.� We gotta do what we gotta do.� Don't worry, I can crank out a copy of that in no time."�

The paintings he'd selected from the university were mostly of his squat little fat nudies, running through the butterflies and grass, that sort of thing.� As these had remained at school, I hadn't seen them before.� The theme, yes, the particular pieces, no.�

The one I liked best was set in a school classroom, the squat naked boy with black curly hair was at the blackboard writing, "I will wear clothes in school; I will wear clothes in school; I will wear clothes in school..."� Standing over him was a tall, dressed, and very thin woman with a witch's nose, her hair piled high in a spiraling beehive exaggerating her height, holding a paddle and glaring at him with a smirk. The other kids, sitting at their desks and looking forward, were also rendered very thin, very tall and dressed.� The only nude was the short fat boy at the blackboard.

Two weeks later, there was a showing of his art at the gallery. Of course the girls and I were invited, and we dressed our best, which of course was rather grubby.�� At the designated time, the doors were opened and a large crowd of well heeled patrons filed in and began milling about, drinking champagne and eating hors d'oeuvres served by several very attractive young ladies in miniskirts and high heel boots.

The lisping gallery owner, Sydney, made his spiel and introduced Todd.� The crowd gasped when he walked out from the back totally in the buff.� Even the galley owner was surprised at his antics.� The initial shock quickly wore off, as he was, after all, a true artist, and a man of exceptional intellect, who had the courage to express himself, etc., etc. One look at Todd with his curly black hair and flabby tits, and it was apparent to all just who the squat naked fat boy with the curly black hair was in the paintings.� He was practically mobbed as everyone wanted to speak to the hereto unknown avant-garde talent who had created such stunning art.

The gallery owner broke him free from the mob to go around and discuss his work.� He came to the obscene drawing that I had objected to him displaying, featuring me from the side nibbling on a large pair of testicles (my dad's testicles), his cock ramrod straight and dipping something onto my forehead.� A lady turns to were the girls and I were hanging back and declares, "That's him!� That's the boy in the picture!"� I could've croaked.�

Within moments someone pointed out that the girls were his models too.� There was a big hubbub about that and soon we were all the focus of unwanted attention.

Todd then introduces the three of us as his lovers, gropes my wife's tit and kisses his wife.� Thankfully, he just looked at me and winked.

For the next thirty minutes or so, we had to field questions, about our relationships to Todd and his work, but mostly people just wanted to talk to Todd.�

"Attention, everyone!� Attention!" Sydney called out in his high pitched voice.�

"Now, that you've all had a chance to meet the artist and view his erotic art, it's time to begin the auction.� Todd has never sold any of his work before, and so far, only a very few have seen any of it.� Tonight, you have the very special opportunity of launching what promises to be a spectacular career."

He then went to the first work, a portrait of Traci and Staci, nude from the waist up and caressing each other's breasts. �

"Traci.� Staci.� Please come up here."� They looked at me and began to blush.�

"He said, come here," Todd added as he stood before his painting.� The girls dutifully went forward.

"Aren't these ladies gorgeous?" the Sydney the art dealer said. "Just imagine studying this beautiful work of art in your home, knowing that you've seen and met these lovely models as well as the artist."

He turned to Todd who was as relaxed as could be standing there nude.� "Todd, you're married to one of these twins.� Which one is your wife?"

Todd looked them both over with a most serious expression, then he turned and shrugged his shoulders.� That got a laugh from the crowd.

"So, let's start the bidding for this lovely work.� Do I hear five hundred?"

"Five hundred!" someone said.

"Six hundred," immediately followed.

"Seven hundred!"

"One thousand!"�

"I hear one thousand.� Do I hear eleven hundred?"

"Eleven hundred!"

"Twelve hundred!

"Fifteen hundred!"

"Fifteen fifty."

"Fifteen seventy five."

"Sixteen hundred."

There was a pause and no one called out a bid.

"Do I hear sixteen fifty?

"Sixteen fifty?

"Going once, going twice... Sold to Mr. Hadly for sixteen hundred!"

I was stunned.� Just like that we were eight hundred dollars richer than when we walked in an hour ago, or rather Todd was eight hundred dollars richer, and let me tell you, eight hundred bucks was a lot of dough in 1971.

And so it went, one after the other the paintings sold.� And with each sale, the paintings went for more and more it seemed.� The first squat little fat nudies painting went for over twenty five hundred.� The last painting put up for bid, the one with the naked boy at the blackboard, went for a whooping six thousand dollars.� Even the drawing of me nibbling on a pair of hairy nuts fetched close to two thousand.�

When it was all said and done, Todd had made a small fortune.� We were set, or at least he and Staci were set, I still needed a way to make some dough for me and Traci and the kid who was on his way. Todd had also created quite a stir in the art community with his nude stunt.� I had to hand it to him, he knew exactly what he was doing.

After the show, we were all invited to a party at the home of one of the patrons.� The house was spectacular and the party was held outside around the most gorgeous pool I'd ever seen.� Naturally, Todd stripped off and jumped into the pool doing a cannonball which soaked a few folks.� Soon the pool was filled with naked middle aged men and women.� It was also apparent that this wasn't their first time skinny dipping in this pool.

It took a little coaxing for the girls to strip off, but they did and joined the hedonist party in progress.�

I was off by myself standing in the shallow end next to the edge of the pool.� A man came up to me.� I recognized him as the guy who bought the nut nibbling sketch.� He introduced himself as Blake and as his hand swept across my cock and balls, he told me that he was something of an artist too and asked if would I be interested in modeling for him.�

"One hundred dollars an hour," he said as he brazenly fondled me underwater.� The best I could hope for in a college town, with a surplus of hungry students needing work, was minimum wage at $1.50 an hour.� I'd have to work full time for over a week and a half to make that kind money, plus I'd be hit for FICA taxes.� $100/hour, cash, no taxes. The math was simple and compelling.

"Sure, I'll model for you.� When?"

"How about now?� I know where Jason keeps his sketch pads and such."

What the hell, I needed the money and I wasn't all that interested in the antics going on about me. "You want me to get my wife?� She'll model for you too."

"Some other time."� He then pointed towards the house.� His meaning was clear.�

Inside the palatial house, he directed me to the sweeping staircase, and we ascended together nude, still wet and dripping water.�

"In here," he said and taking my hand, he led me into a large lavishly furnished bedroom.� He shut and locked the door, then caressed my genitals once again.�

"You have beautiful body," he said gently rolling my cock in his hand to hard-on.� "You're not fat like Todd is.� I like my boys fit and muscular."

"Uh, how do you want me to pose?"

"Just like in that sketch I bought, nibbling on my nuts before you suck me off."

As soon as he'd proposed that we go inside, I suspected the modeling bit was a ruse and that he just wanted to have sex with me.� Blow him for $100?� You bet!�

With my back to the door, I sank to my knees.� He was semi-erect when I took him in hand.� I hadn't sucked anyone but Dad, Todd and Dad's blow buddy, John, for quite some time.� It was interesting to see a new cock up close, a nice big uncut cock, and memories of staying at the big YMCA so many summers before when I first learned to suck cock, came flooding back.� In my mind, it wasn't some rich guy's dick I was about to suck for a hundred bucks, but Kipper's, the merchant mariner who took my virginity and turned me into a cock sucking whore boy who did it for free.

Nuzzling up under his growing cock, I nibbled at his nut sack like he wanted me to do. Soon I was sucking on each of his balls before I swept my tongue up the underside of his prick along his bulging cock tube.� I licked all around and under the rim of his bulbous head, before polishing his lubricious head and taking it into my mouth.�

He moaned in approval and whispered, "You suck cock good, boy.� Real good." I sucked him for another five minutes or so, before he pushed me off.�

"I want to fuck your ass,"� he said.� "Go get up on the bed and take the position."

He turned away and I stood up.� At the huge bed, I crawled up with my ass hanging off the side.� I watched as he went to the night stand and took out a tube of KY Jelly and foil wrapped condom.� I was grateful for that, both the lube to ease the way and condom to protect me, though I suspected that his real motivation was protecting himself.�

Standing behind me, he told me to open up.� I reached back and pulled my ass cheeks apart.

I felt him gently poking at my butthole with his finger.� "Yeah, you're no virgin," he said, "not that I ever thought for a moment that you were."

Then I felt the cold gel on my anus and he worked some of it into my butt hole.� I relaxed my ass and he easily slid two fingers up my butt.� "Yeah, you're no virgin, that's for sure.�

The fingers departed and I felt the familiar bulk of a cock head nestling between my cheeks and pressing against my hole.

"You enjoy being fucked in the ass?"�

I nodded and he nearly knocked the breath out of me with the full abrupt entry into my bowels.� He fucked me hard from the get-go, rocking me forward with every thrust into me.� By the time he pulled out, I was dazed.� Roughly he pulled me around to face him.� He ripped the smelly condom off his dick and thrust his cock into my face and into my mouth.� I wasn't sucking dick as much as being face fucked.� Fortunately, his cock� wasn't very long, just nice, thick, and it was hot.� Soon he busted his nut, face fucking me until he softened completely.

"Damn, that was good, kid.� Real good," he praised breathlessly.� "We'll have to do that again sometime."� He slapped my bare ass and said, "Now, come on, we need to get back to the party."

With the taste of his spermy semen fresh in my mouth and my asshole just closing up, we went back downstairs and back to the party.� It was only then that I remembered that I hadn't been paid yet.

"Uh, what about my modeling fee?" I asked hopefully, but fully expecting to be stiffed for it.

"Oh, yeah.� One hundred bucks, right?� Worth every penny too.� Come on, I'll get you your money."

He found his clothes on a chase lounge and pulled out his wallet.� Then with everyone looking who cared to look, he peeled off five twenty dollar bills and handed it to me.� It was pretty obvious what had just transpired.� He also wanted my phone number for when he wanted to schedule another modeling session.�

Nude, I had no place to put my cash, so I went in search of my clothes. They weren't to be found, so I looked for Traci's clothes.� I couldn't find them either.� Next best bet was Staci's clothes, but they were not anywhere that I could find.� That left Todd, but his clothes were missing too.� I looked out over the pool, scanning for my wife. I found her riding on the shoulders of some man playing horse with her sister on some other old dude's back. Looked like they were having a blast.

I had better luck finding Todd and getting his attention. He hauled his fat butt out of the water and came up to me.� "What's up?" he asked.

I showed him the cash.� "You blow someone for that?"

"Yeah, but I need to stash it, but I can't find my clothes.� I can't find either of the girls' clothes either. Where'd you leave your pants?"� He shrugged, but began searching about for them, giving up entirely after a half hearted search.

"Wait, Todd," I called out as he began to turn away and rejoin the nude swimmers.� "I need to put this somewhere safe."

"Go put it in the T-Bird," he suggested.

"It's locked and the keys are in my jeans."

"Well, that's your problem."

"No, asshole, it's our problem.� We need this money."

"No, we don't.� I made us a small fortune tonight."

"Did you get paid tonight?"�

He shook his head and explained, "Sydney needs to settle with all the buyers first.� Said I'd have my money by the middle of next week."

"And just what are we to eat next week?� Dirt?� We need grocery money.� Now, not next week.� Fuck, I need to put this somewhere safe."�

"Yeah, you have a point, Randy."

He began mulling over the issue when I saw that the girls were off the backs of their steeds and had each been corralled� by several men, men who were now groping their bare tits.�

"Todd, don't look now, but we need to get out of here."

"Why?� What's the problem?"

"Our wives are being molested and they are about to be raped."

"No, shit.� Where?"� I pointed out the obvious to him.�

"Mother fuck!" he spat.

He followed that by calling out, "Staci!� Traci!� We got to go, girls!"� The two groups stopped and turned to look.�

"I said we got to go, girls, so let's get going!"

Traci and Staci broke away from their molesters and headed towards us.� With them safely out of the grip of the men, Todd then called over Sydney.

Sydney came prancing up, one of the few guests who still had clothes on. "You want me, big boy?" he practically giggled.

"We've got to go, Sydney.� We all have exams to study for and papers to finish," Todd explained.

"You really have to go?� The party is just starting."

"Look, it has been great fun and we all enjoyed our host's hospitality, but Randy and I are on scholarships and if we don't keep our grades up, we lose our scholarships.� We really have to go."

"Okay, big fellow. By the way, fabulous show tonight, just fab-u-lous.� For years to come they'll be talking about tonight.� And don't worry, sweetie," Sydney said as he took Todd's cock in his hand, "I'll have your share of the tonight's sales by midweek.� I'm looking forward to you coming and seeing me."

Todd let Sydney fondle him out in the open as he said, "Our clothes are missing, Sydney.� We need our clothes. Where are our clothes?"

"I thought you didn't wear clothes."

"Normally we don't, but the keys to Randy's car are in his jeans.� We need the car keys, if nothing else."

"Oh!� Well, they must be around here somewhere."�

Sydney then calls over one of the homeowner's man-servants and told him what was needed.� The guy turns, goes into the cabana and comes out with a handful of our clothes explaining,� "Mr. Roberts didn't want these to be misplaced."

By then the girls were out of the pool and had joined us.� Jason Roberts, host of tonight's after-show party, came up dripping wet from the pool.� I recognized him as one of the steeds the girls had been riding.� "Leaving so soon?"

"Great party and thank you for having us," Todd explained.

"My pleasure.� You sure you can't stay for a while?" he asked while his eyes wandered over the girls' large bare tits.

"Some other time, perhaps," replied Todd.�

Turning to the twins, Todd handed them their clothes telling them, "Put some clothes on, ladies, we need to go."�

As they pulled on their peasant blouses, a playful booing came from the pool. The booing and catcalls for the girls to stay naked ended when they shimmied into their tight fitting jeans.� No one noticed me getting dressed and soon we were headed through the house and out the door, with Todd keeping in character by carrying his clothes in his hand and remaining nude to the very end.�

On the ride home, no one made an issue of how I made a quick hundred bucks cash that night, but everyone was keenly aware that our immediate cash crisis had been resolved.� Besides, everyone was giddy with the results of the art sale and the girls were in a very playful mood when we got home.� It was as if we were all back in the eighth� grade, screwing non-stop all day Saturday while Mrs. Laird was at work.� The cock rings Dad have given Todd and me came in quite handy, but the girls damned near killed us that night. �We were all so exhausted from fucking each other all night that we all missed our morning classes.�

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