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 Title: I Host my Niece's Pool Party Pt.  02


Summary: Here we go again, with adults this time.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Chapter 7 -- Divorce

   Word quickly spread that clothes are now mandatory, and breakfast
includes coffee.  Several mothers took up a collection to buy eggs, bread,
ham, bacon, milk, potatoes, and fresh ground coffee.  They made Denver
omelets, fried and scrambled eggs, French toast, pancakes, country
potatoes, toast, ham, and bacon.  With forty people, that is a mountain of
food.  I have four large grills.  Six moms are cooking which made things go
fast.

   Malissa, Linda, Carrie, and I take a shower and are last to show up. 
Malissa has a goofy smile on her face that won't go away.  When she shows
up, the girls mob her in hugs and kisses then applaud her.  She turns beet
red, her grin never wavers.

   A girl yells out, "We may have to beat her to remove that smile."

   Another girl yells, "With that look, she won't be doing anything for a
week." There is a pause.  "Her dad will know what she did and will ground
her for a week."

   They all giggle hard at Malissa's expense.  I hug her, and she looks at
me with doe eyes, I almost cry.  A mom saves me by handing me a plate. 
Linda was elected, 'Team Mom.'

   Linda makes an announcement, "I don't know about all of you, but this
has probably been one of the best twenty-four hours of my life.  Our host
has been a true gentleman.  He spent a lot of money on YOUR party.  He paid
people to clean the house, so you could sit on a clean toilet!  He is
paying for your books in college.  All FOUR years.  If you need to go, go.
However, I am going to stay and clean this house.  He doesn't need to pay
more people to clean up our mess.  That just wouldn't be right."

   Carrie continues, "Eat first, enjoy breakfast.  Then we have coolers,
garbage, towels, washrooms, and bedrooms.  Malissa gets her towel from the
bedroom.  A bloody memento from last night ...  if she wants it.  Anything
else?"

   Vickie yells out, "Thank you uncle Phil for an amazing experience.  One
that will stay forever unspoken other than to us within this group." Then
she runs at me and jumps into my arms and kisses me.  She has tears running
down her face.  The group shouts out, "Agreed."

   With so many mothers and daughters experiencing each other, it never
dawned on me at how taboo the weekend was.  Yup, duplicating this day will
never happen.

   With forty cleaners, it only took an hour before we finish cleaning.  As
each pair leaves, I get a kiss from both mother and daughter, along with a
statement of thanks and willingness to come back on their own or as a group
any time.

   +++++

   A week later, a Saturday morning, I get a phone call from Stacy, she is
hysterical, "Dad is going to kill mom!" The phone goes dead.

   In a flash I am in my truck on my way there.  I dial 911 as I am pulling
up and leave my phone running.  Phone in hand, I open the door and run
inside.  The place has been torn apart.  Carrie and John are on opposite
sides of a table.  Carrie is staying away but yelling at her husband to
calm down.  Stacy is on the ground, unconscious and with a black eye. 
Carrie has several bruises on her naked body.  She is also crying.

   I announce my presence, "John, you need to calm down.  The police are on
the way." I show him my cell phone.

   He turns calm, "You have no idea what I am capable of."

   He pulls out a gun and shoots Stacy and then Carrie.  As soon as I see
the gun I am running full speed at the man.  He puts the gun to his head as
I hit him full force, my shoulder to his body, crumbling him as he fires
his weapon.  My momentum takes us both into the wall where I hear a crunch
and then we fall to the ground.  I manage to say "help", "quick" and "4
ambulances" before I pass out.

   +++++

   I wake up in the ER with Linda in my face.  She is an ER doctor.

   I try to talk but nothing comes out.  Too many tubes in me.

   Linda excitedly says, "NO!  Don't move.  You took a bullet in the
shoulder.  A fragment got your lung and it collapsed.  You are in critical
condition right now, we are prepping you for surgery.  Stacy took a beating
and a shot in the arm, luckily it was just a scratch.  Carrie took a
beating and was shot in the leg, she will be fine as well.  You are
critical because of your injuries.  You are a healthy young man, I would
bet anything you will recover quickly.  I am not concerned at all about
your health.  Stacy will be discharged soon.  I will get you and Carrie a
room together.  You will need rest, I am going to tell the team and the
moms they can't come here, although they all will want to right away."

   She tells me, "Good night sweet prince," gives me a shot, and I
immediately fall asleep.

   +++++

   I wake up from my surgery.  No tubes down my throat.  I am tired.  Stacy
is at my side.  She has a sling on and some facial bruising.  Her eyes are
bloodshot, she has been crying a lot.

   I can only whisper, "I am fine, your mother needs you.  Go." She sits
stunned.  "Don't make me get up and tan your ass.  Go."

   Stacy smiles for the first time.  She looks at me like she wants to hug
me, too many things on me.  She gives up and walks out.

   +++++

   Next time I wake up I am in a patient room and in the next bed is
Carrie. She too has been crying.  Stacy is between us in a chair.  There is
an argument in the hallway.

   Voice says, "I am filing a formal complaint against you and the hospital
though the nurse's union.  This is bull shit, this is an all-woman wing. 
We don't do men!"

   I recognize Linda's voice, "Good luck!  Do you not watch the news?  That
man saved his sister and niece from a dishonorably discharged soldier that
never saw combat because he was a coward.  He shot all three of them. 
Niece took a bullet that will kill her softball career and her college
scholarship because it disturbed too much muscle.  His sister will be fine.
The brother took one in the shoulder and a fragment tore and collapsed a
lung.  The hospital CEO approved this pairing due to publicity.  Good luck
with your complaint."

   Linda comes storming into the room with a smile on her face like nothing
just happened.

   Linda tells Carrie, "I am releasing you tomorrow.  You will have an army
of helpers to clean up and cook for you when you arrive home.  You will not
be alone for long.  Stacy needs her sleep to help recovery so there will be
a procession of mothers and daughters to keep Phil here with a friendly
face.  It will be hard to breath and talk so they will do the talking. 
Sorry Phil!

   "Dee and Vicki are here, waiting to take Stacy home with them.  They
will bring her back in the morning.  All the families have offered you a
place to stay so you can avoid your home.  Stacy, when you leave, send
Malissa in, we are taking the first shift."

   Stacy hugs Linda and walks out of the room.  I fall asleep before
Malissa gets back.

   +++++

   Two days later, they release Carrie, she stays at my place unless she is
at the hospital with me.  During this time the lawyers have been out, the
police have been out, and the investigation reveals that John was a bad man
and linked to several more crimes.  He will be in jail a long time.  She is
selling the house and everything inside.  The best she can do is take half.
The law doesn't care that he is a scumbag.  It's ok, Stacy will inherit it
someday.  Carrie has plenty of money to pay for college now, I make a good
living, we will be fine.

   Two more days and I go home.  I get to take it easy for a while, and no
pushing the cardio.  Basically washroom, sleep, and watch TV.  Limited work
for another week.  In my business, I meet people to make money.  Not doing
anything is killing me financially.  Carrie applies for her Real Estate
license to help me out.  By applying for a license, Carrie can now legally
get the key from a realtor's box.  She can be my assistant now.

   I talk to the buyer in my office, we all drive out to the property, then
Stacy and/or Carrie take them for the tour.  They come out and I try to
seal the deal.  My new problem is that they are 100% honest.  It takes more
effort to sell a house sometimes and others it's easier because they see
the house different than I do.  Either way, my satisfaction surveys are
going through the roof.

   They ambush me at dinner, tag teaming me.

   Carrie gives me her serious look, "We need to talk.  I have really
enjoyed helping you these last two weeks.  I don't want this to end.  I
enjoy working with you more than any other boss.  You don't scream at me
when I cost you a sale like the Mays.  Several other families didn't buy
right away but did buy from us because we were honest with them when we saw
something."

   Stacy asks, "Have you ever thought about owning your own agency?  I
could see me and mom working for you and under you." She giggles.  "Then
you inside of us."

   I ask even though I already know my answer, "Do I really have a say in
this or have you already made up your mind?"

   Stacy says with a straight face, "It depends on your answer."

   I look at her and she doesn't break into a smile.

   I smile, "Kid, you are good.  I think I can make something of you.  It's
been fun working with you two.  You learn the business and I will let you
do a few on your own.  Until then we tag team people.  Eventually, when you
two get licenses, we will start our own company.  That stays between us for
now."

   They both stand up and do a happy dance.  It was pathetic.

   Stacy is still getting a degree, but she can do real estate on the side
and during the summer.

   When there is a good-looking single man or a frisky female giving the
girls attention, the sex that night is off the charts.  I stay in the car
in those situations and the showing takes a lot more time than normal.

   They come back to the car as if nothing happened.  I feel bad about it.
I have checked their purses and find condoms in both.

   Part of me is happy that they are using condoms.  Part of me is unhappy
that they need to use condoms.  Are they using sex to get sales?  Are my
numbers up because we work well as a team or they are sweetening the deal
with sex?  How do I bring this up with Pam?  Should I bring this up with
Pam?  I still see Pam weekly to help with my issues.  This sure has gotten
complicated.  OK, they are single.  We have no commitment to each other. 
We enjoy sex together.  I want Stacy to find a boyfriend.  I prefer she
find someone at school, not an older guy.  Are they doing this to me to
force me to commit to them?  How do I test them?  I need to date other
people.  That means they need to sleep elsewhere.  That might cause a stir.
This conversation with me has helped though.

   +++++

   Thursday night, we are all eating dinner in the kitchen together.  Let
the games begin!  I hope I don't get crushed.

   I announce, "For a while now I have put my life on hold.  I hosted a
wild party.  I assisted with a messy divorce.  I have helped you start in
the real estate business.  I think it would be safe to say that you two are
thriving, right?"

   Stacy doesn't see the train coming, happily she says, "Yes.  I love my
work, looking forward to starting school, and glad to see dad in the
rear-view mirror.  Life is so awesome right now.  Why, is a storm coming?"

   Carrie is uneasy as she asks me, "Why are you asking these questions?"

   I carry on, "I am ready to make some life changes.  However, I can't
move on and start my life again, unless I am sure you two are set in life
and happy.  I believe you are.  Looking at your numbers, your ability to
close deals, you both will do fine on your own.  You really don't need me
anymore.  You know I will always be here for you but maybe it's time I step
aside and let you live your own life ...  with me as a safety net."

   Carrie is very cautious, "What kind of changes do you want to make?"

   I reply, "Remember Pam talking about Gina.  Our view of sex was related
to our views of each other.  I want a relationship with a woman that is so
into me that I am all she wants."

   Carrie asks, "How did you find out?"

   The cat is out of the hat, she is on to me.  However, I can't say yes,
it bothers me that you fuck every male client.  I want to but now way that
works out.  I must be coy.

   I am defensive, "If I answer that question it means there is a problem
with you.  You are doing nothing wrong.  You are a young attractive woman
that is now free and living life.  Do you think that makes me unhappy?  You
better not.  No, this is about me and what I want.  There are some team
moms that I have an interest in.  If nothing works out, then I will move on
from there."

   Stacy has caught on, "What do you want from us?"

   I try to sound confident and normal, I am anything but confident right
now, "I think it is time each of you picks out a bedroom and starts
sleeping there."

   Now the fireworks will begin.  I hope they don't break anything.  They
both are looking at me like I tore their hearts out.  Uggg, this hurts.

   I continue, "Can you see it now?  Ah Linda, um yeah, wait a minute while
Carrie trims her muff.  Then I can screw you.  That would be just a bit
awkward.  By doing this I am not cramping your lifestyle or fun and I can
try to piece together my life that I stopped living when Gina passed."

   That damn scene plays out in my head again, I have tears rolling down my
face.  Some guy I am.

   Carrie gets up and leaves the table.  She is heading towards the
bedroom.

   Stacy asks, "How long have you known?"

   I reply honestly, "Almost immediately.  Good looking guy, twice as long
to show a place if not longer, smile on your face, great sex at night.  You
might as well put on a neon light, 'I had sex with a client.' Like I said
though, I am happy for you.  I just don't want to feel like I'm being with
Gina again, so I am stopping it now before it does become an issue.  I
expect and hope you will have fun in college.  College is a great for
finding the man you want to marry."

   Stacy questions me, "What if you are that man?"

   I am stern, "I have always placed your needs before mine.  The best
thing you can do is find a man your age.  In four years you will meet some
amazing people, one will treat you right and I will be a distant memory. 
Besides, you are way too good looking for an old guy like me."

   Stacy is serious, "You are right.  Lots of young horny men.  They will
lust for me and one will amuse me, and I will snare him for my personal
use."

   I advise her, "You will know he is right when you don't want other men
and he doesn't want other women."

   I ask, "Can you help with your mother?  Based on her reaction I think
she wants me and other men.  I just can't be in that type of relationship
again.  It nearly destroyed my life."

   Stacy smiles, "You are forcing her to deal with her own life and she
doesn't want to.  I suspected this would happen, but I expected her to try
to keep you.  She surprised me today.  That's not good, I will talk to her.
Let's go play pool, mom needs some space."

   I am all smiles, "I like you're thinking."

   Chapter 8 -- Adult Party

   It's October now.  Stacy is off to college and having a blast.

   Life at home has been quite chilly.  Carrie now fucks most men under 50
who are healthy.  We have quit having sex.  She pretends to be happy.  I
have yet to get around to dating, work has been exceptionally busy.

   At dinner Carrie stiffens up and says, "I would like to host an adult
party in your playroom like we had talked about at one time.  Softball moms
and their husbands or boyfriends.  I get a lot of requests from the ladies.
A problem that I see is that they have no experience with the equipment.  I
don't want another Gina situation."

   Trying to encourage her, "As you have seen, I spent a lot of money on
sex toys and furniture.  I know people that own the sex stores and they do
demonstrations.  Would you mind assisting and being used?"

   Without hesitation, "Yes, that sounds like fun.  Halloween?"

   I cautiously reply, "I will inquire and see if they are free."

   +++++

   A week later we are again having a quiet (non-talking) dinner.

   I broach the subject, "I got confirmation today that both guys can
attend your party.  I asked for two hoping to get one and they both
accepted.  Seems they are eager to get more business from me again."

   Carrie tests me, "You just said MY party.  Isn't this something you want
to do as well?"

   I am defensive, "I don't mind helping.  This will help a lot of couples.
I don't have a date and I am not going to stand around perving on all the
others.  I will assist with the demos and then go out and watch a movie or
something."

   Carrie counters with, "You didn't mind watching the mothers and
daughters together.  What's different?"

   I try to answer, "Because in the demo ...  oh never mind."

   Carrie is confused, "What?  What about the demo?  It would be good for
you to be there, to watch over people."

   I look at Carrie with deep concern in my eyes, "I just can't.  Ok?  I
just can't.  I am not good enough."

   Instantly I regretted using those last two words.

   Carrie has no clue, she isn't following my train of thought, "I don't
understand a thing you just said."

   I sigh and then continue, "Don't worry about it.  You will have a blast,
your friends will be happy, and the party will be a smash.  That's what
really matters."

   Carrie senses that she missed something but can't figure it out and that
bothers her to no end.  She lets it go.  Neither of us are thrilled with
the result of the conversation but don't know how to move forward.

   +++++

   The next evening at dinner, Carrie starts the conversation.

   Carrie asks, "Does your decision to not attend the party have anything
to do with me?"

   I carefully craft my answer, "It has more to do with me, my issues, and
my insecurities than you.  You have done nothing wrong."

   Carrie probes deeper, "That's an evasive answer."

   I am now annoyed at this line of questioning, I reply with an attitude,
"What do you want from me?  I gave you a place to live.  I took a bullet
for you.  I set you up in a career.  I hosted a party for your daughter and
the softball team.  I am willing to allow a second party here.  What else
do you want?"

   Carrie seems sad now, "I don't know.  I know I was happier before when I
was a part of your life.  I feel tossed aside.  I live here with you but
it's different."

   I am sad now, "I wish Gina was here, you two could have compared notes."

   She has infuriated me.  I get up from the table, put my dishes in the
dishwasher, and go to my room.  I have said enough.  No, I have said too
much.  I close my door, turn off the light, and lay down on my bed.  After
several minutes, I strip to my boxers, get under the comforter, and turn
the TV on.

   +++++

   10:30 PM the same night.  I turn off my TV.  I roll over and go to
sleep. There is a knock on my door and then Carrie comes barging in.  She
sits on my bed.  I never said she could come in.
Carrie looks deep into my eyes and asks, "What did you mean when you

compared me to Gina?"

   I have anger in my eyes, "I know you fuck half of my customers."

   Carrie's eyes go wide with surprise.  Yup, I said it and spelled it out
for her.  No more beating around the bushes.

   I go on to explain, "I choose not to share my bed with those men.  I
don't fault you, it must be a hell of a run.  It's just not what I want. 
With being in a repressed relationship, I thought it was healthy for you.
After my time with Gina, well, I am sure you understand.  I told you, I am
flawed and not good enough.  Now go to bed.  Nothing is going to change
tonight.  You have a lot of planning to do.  Give me a list of supplies you
need and I will get them.  Close the door on your way out."

   Yes, I was angry and dismissive.  I think she understands now.  She
turned off my light, closed the door, and walked to her bedroom.  I did not
sleep well.  Tomorrow is Monday, I get to sleep in.  I sleep until 10:00
AM. I feel great.

   Breakfast, coffee, and Carrie are waiting for me.

   Carrie is defiant, "I can't stop."

   I reply, "I know.  I didn't ask you to."

   Carrie pleads, "I need you at the party.  Two moms need dates, you can
have your pick."

   I shake my head in disbelief, "No.  I can't do that."

   Carrie looks hurt, "I expected you to say that.  You took three
daughters at the other party, why not three mothers?"

   I reply evenly, "I have learned a lot about Gina and myself since then.
I will not allow myself to do that again.  To be consistent, I won't use a
woman anymore either.  I do want to date but the party is clearly for
having sex.  I hope you understand now, I can't be there."

   Carrie is frustrated.  She looks to be near tears.

   Carrie surprises me, "Am I a whore?"

   I am not sure how to answer that, "Um, ah, I guess it depends on how you
define what a whore is.  Why does it matter?  What kind of a question is
that to ask anyways?"

   Carrie is in tears, "I think of it as a woman that is free with sex, as
in has sex with almost everyone or a woman that sells herself for money. 
If I were you looking at me, I am a whore."

   I don't want to hurt her or shatter her confidence.  She is acting like
a whore.  We aren't dating so she can do anything she wants.  It's really
none of my business.  If I fucked every other woman I met, I would be just
as bad.

   I add, "Hey, you can't worry about how others may or may not view you.
You can only control how you feel about yourself.  You are worrying about
this too much."

   Carrie sniffles, "That's how I feel now though.  It just hit me."

   I try to bolster her confidence, "I am not here to judge you.  You need
to decide what makes you happy and follow your heart.  I will be here no
matter what.  I am still working on that same issue myself with Pam."

   +++++

   It's now just a week before the party.  I have an extensive list of
items to buy.  Most is food, I will wait until later in the week for that.
Carrie is in an excited mood now.  Something has changed in her.  It
certainly isn't work, sales are through the floor.  We are going through a
rough stretch.  In sales that happens so no alarm needed.  In the back of
my mind, I wonder if there is a connection.

   Dinner is pleasant and after I go to bed, my door opens, it closes, and
Carrie jumps in bed with me.

   Carrie leans over before I say anything and says, "Shhhh.  Go to bed. 
Don't think."

   She rolls up in my arms.  She is wearing a nighty.  She is spooning me.
She has gone crazy.

   +++++

   Wednesday night she comes back into my room.  This time naked.  She
places my hands on her breasts.  We go to sleep.  I am having serious
issues here.  We aren't dating.  It seems harmless, so I decide to ignore
her as she seems to be happy.

   +++++

   Thursday night she wants me to play with her breasts.  I resist.  She
grabs my balls.  I maul her breasts and she moans and releases her grip on
my friends.  This is getting weird.

   +++++

   Friday night, she is back in her nighty and just wants to sleep.

   Ok, now I am completely confused.  What does she want?  Why is she doing
this?  Why go half way?  Argggggg!

   +++++

   Saturday is Halloween and party night.  We are hosting dinner at 5:00
PM. Several couples show up to help us prepare.  Most of the shopping is
complete.  I clean and sanitize the entire playroom.  We do some cooking
like the deviled eggs, but most started yesterday (marinating chicken) and
just need to cook on the grill.  Two rice cookers have rice.  Someone is
slicing the fruit.  Beverages and ice are in coolers and placed in the sex
room.  With so much help, it goes smooth.

   We stop for lunch.

   Linda asks Carrie, "Did you find a date for tonight?"

   Carrie looks confident, "You all know my life history.  My marriage was
a sham.  My husband tried to kill me, my daughter, and my dear brother. 
Phil has given me a safe place to live and a purpose in life, a real job
that I love.  I had freedom for the first time in my life and like a teen
with no parents I went wild.  I went on sexual binges.  However, it's
wasn't what I wanted, and it wasn't satisfying.  I was in a deep well of
despair."

   Carrie pauses.  Everyone is staring at her, they want the end of the
story.  She smiles.

   Carrie continues with a smile, "You all know about the last party.  All
of you mothers were there.  Very unexpected.  Because of the fathers here I
won't mention names but there were three lucky women that had an extra
special time that day.  Even though Phil doesn't love them, he liked them
enough to give them an experience that was pretty damn close."

   Jim jumps in, "I knew instantly the moment I saw my daughter.  The smile
she had on her face was amazing.  She had a fantastic experience.  She told
me all but who.  Those poor guys in college, she is expecting them to treat
her the same way.  No eat, no insertion, no exceptions.  She is way more
confident now.  I had heard of so many horror stories.  I was so happy to
see she had an exceptional experience.  Thank you, Phil.  I will kill you
after the party."

   Cindy asks, "I don't understand, who did you pick Carrie?"

   Carrie looks at the ground, she looks embarrassed, "Um."

   Linda asks, "You haven't asked him yet, have you?"

   Jim looks annoyed, "Well, I am going to be really mad if Phil doesn't
say yes."

   I quickly look up, what did he say?  Did I hear that right?  No, he
could not be referring to me.  Who else here is Phil?  I am in shock.

   Linda can see the surprise in my face, "Phil.  Why are you surprised? 
Nobody has ever loved her more than you.  She took you for granted way too
long.  Carrie has finally come to her senses and realized there is only one
man for her and it is you.  Everyone knew it and is OK with it.  She had a
crappy marriage and you have treated her with nothing but love and respect
even when she treated you like shit.  You are her date tonight and
forever."

   Jim speaks for everyone, "We know love is weird.  It's why we are her,
to rekindle that love.  We want what you have.  You two need to lead the
party and the demos.  All the parents are ok with your relationship.  The
children are not as accepting, half of them still thought they had a chance
with you."

   We all giggle at that.

   +++++

   At 4:30 I start cooking the chicken.  I will wait until 5:00 for the
fish.  I have plenty of help and opinions.  I have the experience to know
that I am right.  Everyone pitches in, dinner moves along quickly.  They
are not here for my mad BBQ skills.

   Clean up from dinner happens in record time.  The mothers know exactly
what to do, where things go, and it's a breeze.

   I lead everyone down to the fun room.  The men are amazed at the variety
of items and toys to play with.  Fred has a table set up to show off
several types of rope.  He talks about the pros and cons of each type.  He
talks about hygiene and tightness.  Improper tightness can cause nerve
damage.

   Then he starts talking about the several types of knots, and how to tie
them.  As he is describing it, I am doing it.  He then says we need a
volunteer, Carrie stands up, comes to me, and strips off her clothes so she
is buck ass naked.  Mighty good looking as well.

   Now it turns fascinating.  He calls out names of positions, what they
good for, and then explains how to tie up the target.  As he is describing
it, I am doing it.  Some things need multiple repetitions, this is when he
talks more about safety and using rope.  He chooses the positions that are
easy to tie and allow great access to the partner.

   Some positions are for punishment, we avoid those.  He shows us only
positions that allow partners like us to fuck without it being routine.  In
each position I give her about five full strokes of my cock which earns me
five large moans.  I untie her and then we move on to the next position. 
Five more strokes, five more moans and move on.  She is frustrated.

   After the demonstrations are over, he takes a few questions, then says
he has lots of product in his truck he can sell afterwards.  He will stick
around to help people all night.

   Bill is the next demo expert.  He specializes in BSDM furniture.  He
goes around to each piece of equipment I have, shows how to adjust it, and
then how to properly use it.  Each time, we use a female volunteer (Carrie)
to get on the equipment.  We show crops, canes, and gags in addition to the
furniture.  She loved the Sybian and the way I kissed her and fondled her
tits while riding.  Several pieces are for fucking.  Of course, she enjoyed
that a lot.  I made sure he used the fucking table last.  It is in the
center of the room where all can see it well.

   When we finish the demo, Bill asks the crowd, "Carrie has been an
exceptional sport tonight, don't you think?" The crowd cheers.  "She has
been teased with just five strokes at a time.  I think it's a shame to
waste the moment, don't you?" They all yell YES.  "Might as well let Phil
fuck her good in front of everyone.  After that, Phil has instructions for
you all before you start.  All yours Phil."

   I already have Carrie in a suspended doggie position.  I allow my cock
to sway a bit, so everyone can see my size.  I then slowly push it into
Carrie and she screams out in joy.  I now start my show.  For ten minutes I
pound her cunt in a medium speed.  It's faster than I normally would, I
don't want these people waiting an hour.  After ten minutes I start picking
up speed.  Even this, I do faster than normal.  It isn't long before I am
spanking Carrie and slamming my cock deep inside her body cavity.  She
cries out a grunt with each thrust.

   I am going as fast as I can.  I have a ton of energy with all these
people watching me slam my sister.  I sense Carrie is going to have a
nuclear meltdown very soon.  Sure enough, as I thrust deep and shoot my cum
into by sister, she orgasms with a long, loud, scream, squirts for the
first time ever, and then collapses on the device.  We get a standing
ovation.

   I try to stand up but am wobbly, I sit.

   I weakly point to the walls, "Behind the doors are towels to clean
yourself, some extra equipment, and robes to stay warm.  Tonight, is NOT an
orgy, we will NOT be trading partners.  You only play with the one you came
with.  That means tonight, no double or triple penetrations.  Tonight, is
about adding to your marriage or relationship.  You had two awesome
demonstrations done.  Try some of the ropes and equipment you saw tonight.
The guys are still here to assist and answer questions.

   "When I say go, you will start by stripping everything off your body and
placing your clothes in the cubicles.  Then have fun.  Does anyone have a
question?" No questions.  "GO!"

   The first thing I did was remove Carrie from the fucking table.  She is
tired, I wrap her in a towel and hold her tight.  We cuddle on the floor,
oblivious to everything around us.  Her eyes open but she is still under
the effect of a good fucking.  I pay attention to the others now.

   They all seem to be having fun and giggling.  The women have been here
before, however, this is far different.  Much less breast play.  Almost no
pussy eating.  A whole lot more fucking and discipline.  Lots of very eager
couples trying out equipment and rope.  Rope is cheap, flexible in its
uses, and takes time to be creative.  Lots of fun over time for little
money.  Carrie asks me to tie her up.  This is new.

   I start with an X over the chest and then tightly wrap each breast.  The
breast points out and is under pressure.  It's turning dark red and border
line purple, I ease up a bit.  I then bind her arms to each other behind
her back.  Now I bend her leg back on itself and tie each together.  Left
thigh tied to left calf.  Right thigh to right calf.  No more walking. 
From the right knot, I run a rope around her back to the left knot.  The
more I pull, the wider her legs spread apart.

   Currently she is on both legs and their spread apart.  This is a nice
wide-open stance and very stable.  From here I can push her forward and
leave her rear end up in the air.  Effectively giving me easy access to
both holes but not comfortable as her face is on the floor.  I can't do
that, I push her on to her back and now the legs are up in the air (still
bent) and spread wide.  From here I can push my python into her hot waiting
pussy.

   She is there.  She is open.  I am here.  My cock needs a hole.  I stand
up.  Carrie's eyes go wide with surprise.  I walk over to a table and pick
up a stack of blindfolds.  I walk around the room blinding the women. 
Carrie is last.  She looks relieved to see me again.  I put the blindfold
over her eyes and get down on the floor, close to her entrance.

   I slowly ease into my sister, leading with my large cock.  She grunts,
and a huge smile fills her face as my cock fills her pussy.  On all sides
of us other couples are enjoying each other.  It's weird having others
around.  I never could relax around others.  It's not that I mind it's just
that typically, sex is more private.  Not very private when there are
twenty-two other couples.  On the other hand, seeing all these beautiful
women turns me on.  Wanting to be the best is also a goal high on my list.
Competition brings out the best in me.

   I want Carrie screaming the loudest, I plow her harder than normal. 
Rather than just small grunts, she emits tiny screams.  Yeah, I like that.
The other couples aren't in sync like we are.  Last time, the women spent a
full day nude and having sex.  They are comfortable being naked in a group.
The men are still adjusting to being naked in a group.  They are not as
comfortable.  They women are taunting the men to go faster, harder, be
bolder.  The men are shy, and I find that kind of amusing.

   The women are begging, they want it harder and faster, they are
desperate for cock.  They spur me on.  This isn't going to be making love.
This time it is the rutting of two animals in heat.  The pheromones are
flying and filling the room.  The men are rougher and more turned on than
normal.  Mating season has begun.  I start slamming into her harder.  She
isn't unhappy about this.  The smile and loud grunts are now drowning out
other nearby women.

   I can understand her perspective though, she has a cock the size of a
tree limb shoved hard up into her wet sloppy cunt.  One by one the men
start climaxing and shooting their loads into their very appreciative
female.  Nobody is straight out fucking on the floor.  They are all using
rope to one degree or another or using one of the pieces of furniture.

   Linda was the first to climax, she was on the Sybian and her husband is
fucking her up the ass.  Well played.  Many crops and bare hands are
spanking.  Nobody used a flogger or cane.  As noted previously, all the
women are MILFs.  The husbands and boyfriends in general, are not in great
shape.  Most of these guys won't go more than twice tonight.  Some look to
be in their late 50's to early 60's, this might be it for them.

   I see several guys sitting around after they finish.  They are just
watching.  That's cool, you can learn.  However, when everyone finishes, I
am going to add a new wrinkle.  Half the room will hate me, and half will
love me.

   Everyone took a brief pause after the first round of fucking is over. 
Time for me to cause trouble.  I stand up in the center of the room.

   I use a loud commanding voice and say, "For a bunch of new people, you
all did very well.  I see a lot of happy men and women out there. 
Hopefully you found something new tonight that you can use at home from
time to time.  The next phase of the evening is where we say thanks.  When
I say we, I mean us men.  You look at us, then you look at this beautiful
collection of women, we are all very lucky guys.  Remember, this is a night
of experimentation for everyone.  When I say go, this time you are going to
eat your woman aggressively to get as many orgasms as you can in the next
fifteen minutes.  Our two experts will track time.  No wimping out guys,
GO!"

   Carrie is still tied up, she says to me, "You little shit, how am I
going to keep these women off you.  That was brilliant, using peer pressure
to make them eat pussy."

   I push Carrie so more of her back is on the floor, that tips her slit up
to me and I devour everything.  I am like lightning, my tongue is running
along the outside lips, then inside of the outer lips, then outside of the
inner lips.  Then I go clit to brown star to clit.  My tongue punches her
clit causing her to scream.  Speaking of screaming, there is a whole room
full of screams going off.  Lots of "Oh, oh, oh" and then the wail.  I am
behind.

   I use the super quick lapping tongue hitting all the sensitive spots
just right.  She always loves my whiskers, that's three now.  I use a slow
warm breath over her skin.  No orgasm but huge scream.  I insert two
fingers from each hand and pull apart.  Their still active scratching her
lips.  I dive in with the wide tongue and try to hit everything.  She
explodes after a minute of that.  She explodes and needs to stop.  She
wants me to wrap her in my arms.  There are many women in this same
condition.  I see a guy struggling, he has no clue.

   I quietly walk over to him and make him stop.

   I whisper, "Relax.  Slow down.  Less is more on some women.  Use slow
motion and a wide tongue.  Be a kitten and lap at her folds.  There is
liquid gold in there, try to get some out." He follows my directions and
his wife explodes.  He is in shock.  "Every woman is different, some don't
know what they want.  You just made this event a life memory for your wife.
Congratulations!"

   I quickly scuttle back to Carrie and hold her again.  They announce
fifteen minutes is up.

   I yell, "Take a ten-minute rest break.  Release your mate."

   I quickly release Carrie.  She doesn't move, she just holds me tight.

   More demos are happening, lots of excited talking, all good signs.

   I stand up and announce, "Time to mix it up.  If you did rope the first
time, use equipment or furniture this time.  If you can't get it up, use
oral or a tickler.  If you didn't use rope before, please try it now.  Go!"

   I sit next to Carrie and ask, "Anything here that interests you?"

   Carrie gets all bashful, she is sooo cute like this.

   Carrie asks, "I would like to be completely restrained and blindfolded,
then use a pinwheel on me.  I haven't seen one around.  My next item is
..."

   I laugh, "I have some, their just not popular.  You pick a device and
start getting in.  They are in one of two closets.  Be right back."

   A pinwheel is a real medical device that tests for nerve damage by
pricking the skin which normally is easy to feel.  It's a wand with a wheel
on the end.  On the small wheel are short tubes on the end.  No, tube makes
it sound large.  Think four pins welded together.  They are then blunt on
the end, so no blood is drawn.  However, because they are so thin, it feels
like pricking.  The device is a masterful item to a blindfolded person who
can't anticipate the pickling.

   Carrie picked out a mini stockage made of steel bars.  It has wrist,
ankle, and neck restraints, along with a dildo to hold the body in place.
For her purpose, it will do nicely.  She has already inserted the dildo
into her pussy.  I attach the collar, wrist and ankle restraints.  I put
the blinds over her eyes.  Blinds are very important with the pinwheel
because the sudden sensation adds to the excitement.

   The hanging breasts are a favorite target for this device.  Her nipples
are very sensitive right now.  I will try to use every region of her body
to keep her guessing.  Some will be gentle and some I will use moderate
pressure.  Every time the device touches a body part, she screams out as if
I am burning her.  "Ouch.  Ouch.  Ouch."

   For twenty minutes I torment her body and she loves it.  Her pussy is
dripping with liquids.  Most other couples are done so I call "STOP! 
Release your partner."

   I release Carrie.

   I yell out, "You all have been awesome, and I hope you had a little bit
of fun.  This final segment is teamwork.  You need another couple and you
somehow help the other couple have sex.  No penetration of the other
couple. Squeezing breasts, nipples, clits, cunts, cocks, balls, massaging,
and kissing are all allowed.  You must leave time for both couples to
assist the other.  GO!"

   Carrie runs for her friend Dee.  She drags her and Dee's younger
boyfriend with her.

   Dee is excited and asks, "Ok Phil, what do you have for us?"

   I ask, "You all in?" They nod their heads eagerly.  "Carrie, on your
back, I am going to fuck the crap out of you.  Dee, I want you positioned
over Carrie, so you have access to her breasts and she has access to yours.
Then Tank (that's his real name) is going to fuck the hell out of you. 
This is a game.  Dee and me vs.  Carrie and Tank.  The first to orgasm
loses.  I will be fucking Carrie to get her to orgasm.  Dee will do
anything she wants to Carrie's tits to assist me.  Tank and Carrie will be
working on Dee to get her to orgasm first.  Any questions?"

   A few couples hear my plan, they are just watching us now.  They want to
see this.

   I yell out, "GO!"

   I slam my steel cock instantly into Carrie, she screams out in surprise
and joy.  I am immediately on my highest speed of fucking.  Carrie is
immediately useless to Tank.  Her eyes close and blindly she is reaching
for and finds Dee's huge knockers.  She grabs them harshly and she scream
out her joy.  I slap her ass hard, and she screams again.  Her eyes roll
up. She has Dee in her hands but doesn't have the mental power to
comprehend what she should do.  Dee on the other hand is taking a hard
pounding superbly.  She however, can assist me some.  She too is enjoying a
quick hard fuck from Tank.

   I don't know where, but I find a new level of energy and hit a new speed
level.  Oh my, this is great.  No long route, straight to maximum overdrive
and run everything over including Carrie's brains.  She is a blubbering
mess right now.  Tank is doing an excellent job of fucking Dee as well and
both women are incapable of any actions.

   I am grunting with each thrust, trying to get every ounce of energy into
my thrusts.  I can't keep this up forever.

   I look at Tank, we make eye contact.  I show a pinching move with my
fingers.  He looks confused.  I say the word, "Clit" and he has instant
understanding.  I will use my right hand to squeeze her clit.  I hold up my
left hand and show five fingers, then four, then three, then two, then one,
and finally a fist.  Simultaneously we both pinch their clits at the same
time.  In unison they both scream at the top of their lungs.

   Everyone stops what they are doing so they can watch the two women
scream, jiggle, and then collapse.  We get a standing ovation.  I am
exhausted and fall forward and to the side.  Tank does the same thing.  All
four of us are exhausted, fighting to catch our breath, and enjoying the
thrill we just had.  That was a magnificent fuck.  I am sure that when
Carrie and Dee recover, they will be in tears of happiness.  You don't get
to share that with your best friend very often.

   Bill and Fred both rush to us to verify everyone is OK.  They know my
history and are sensitive to it.  As we regain our faculties, sure enough,
both Carrie and Dee are crying and holding each other.

   Tank shakes my hand and says, "Dude, I thought you were winning so I was
going to do the clit for the win.  However, even though neither of us won,
that was so much better.  It won't ever be that amazing again.  Only
because we were in a competition could I go that long and that hard.  Dude,
I didn't want to lose to an old guy."

   I am in no condition to end the night so Fred assists.

   Fred yells, "Attention ladies and gentlemen.  Our hosts fucked their
brains out in a friendly fuck competition and can't announce that the
evening has come to an end.  I will gladly do it for him, STOP!  Bill and I
will stick around to hand out cards, discuss what you saw and did tonight,
and help in any other way we can.  Thank you all and have a safe trip home.
Oh yeah, one last thing.  Thanks Phil, this was great fun."

   I give him the thumbs up and sit up, so I can begin to think about
standing up.  Might be easier to sleep down here.  A few couples leave
immediately.  Many more stayed to talk with Bill and Fred.  A few women
were happy with me for shaming the husbands into eating pussy.  Some had
not had any in twenty years.

   Bill and Fred finally leave.  There are fourteen couple left.

   I ask, "I take it you want to stay the night?"

   Linda says, "Damn straight, I don't ever want this night to end.  We
also volunteered to help clean up tomorrow morning."

   I say nicely, "Ladies, you know the way, find an unused bedroom and have
fun.  I will see you in the morning."

   Carrie is beat, she isn't moving.  I pick her up and hold her into my
arms.  She hugs my chest with arms around my neck.  Her eyes close from
exhaustion.  I carry her upstairs and set her down on the bed.  She looks
radiant.  I use the washroom and she is sitting up in bed when I come back.

   Carrie looks bewildered, "I did not expect the night to go like that at
all.  I expected you to say strip and go fuck.  Were your parties typical
of tonight?"

   I chuckle, "Oh no, I open the door and people start fucking anything
they can reach.  I had never hosted a party like tonight.  With so much
instruction and new people with no idea what to do, I thought this would
work better.  The eating pussy was a hunch.  The team event I made up on
the spot.  Never seen it done before.  I think it went well."


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