Chapter 10

Monday morning around 7AM

I wake up, snuggled up with Sarah, spooned up against her ass, with a monster morning woody and left hand on her left breast. The thoughts of last night were fresh in my mind, causing me to gently squeeze her areola and nipple, milking them like, but of course she was not lactating. The nipple got hard, elongated, and rubbery.

She said, “I thought you were awake but not sure. I have to pee real bad. It feels like you do too.” Talking while she was getting out of bed, my eyes were glued to her tits as they wobbled back and forth, and up and down. Such a pleasure to watch. “Come on, quit looking at my tits and go pee in the shower with me.” She had the water warming, then climbed in, pulling me right along with her, spraying me down. Laughingly saying, “Remember when we used to dump glasses of cold water over the curtain on each other or you would turn the hot water off in the basement, till I screamed?”

“Yes, that was fun. It was also my way of flirting.”

“Did mom know?”

“Sure she did. We had a lot of discussions about you and sex. Or just about you.”

“I told her I wanted to fuck you. And she said it wouldn’t fit and that I would have trouble with most boys or men, too. Do you think she was lying to me?”

“Yes, I am sure she was. She was very jealous of you. You won’t believe how much. That lie about me being too big is a classic, eleven- and twelve-year-old girls can handle a large penis if it is lubed up good.”

“Dad, we could have been doing this for a long time, if not for her. She ruined it all, and I got stuck with Jim. Little dick and no skill.”

“It doesn’t take a big dick to satisfy a woman. Smaller is better.”

“You think a small dick is best?”

“No, I didn’t say that. Too short is bad, too fat is sometimes uncomfortable enough to spoil it all. From what I have read, five to six inches and one and a quarter is the perfect size.” By now, we had washed each other’s back and were working on the front from the rear. I bent her over and stuck it in her hot and wet pussy. We were banging a way, when there was a knock on the door and Missy saying breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes. Right in the middle of her climax. But she said that’s what put her over the edge. Her climax put me over. I reminded her about her children. She said, who knows how it would have turned out? Having fun drying each other off. Then helping to get dressed. Coming out right as the pool man was knocking on the back door. Behind him was a semi tractor and tanker. Missy got the door, which was her job anyway. Luckily, all were dressed.

Sarah said, “Dad, she has nice tits, about a C cup, I guess.”

“Hang around a while and you will get to see them.”

“Missy, I’m surprised you didn’t answer the door topless.”

“Why do you want him to see my tits?”

“Not just to show him, but when there is enough water in the pool, we’ll go skinny dipping and we will be the first in the new pool. How’s that sound?”

“Sarah too.”

“Why do you want to see her tits? Show ‘em to her, Sarah, or let’s all get naked.”

Just then, the roar of dump trucks could be heard, but it was too late to stop Sarah. She had already taken off her clothes, down to her bra and panties. Just then, Brad got out of his truck out by the tanker and talked to the tanker driver, arms going up in the air, and words exchanged. “Girls, please strip down to bra and panties. Maybe that will settle him down.” He was coming to the pool door. Missy let him in. He could not keep his eyes off of her chest. Then he saw the others. All he could say was wow. “Hi Brad, is everything okay? The tanker in your way?”

“No, we’ll work around it. But you said north of the pool, but you and I marked out the south side. So where do you want it?”

“South side Brad, it was my mistake. We are going to go skinny dipping as soon as enough water is in the pool. You and your crew are welcome to join us. It will only last about fifteen minutes, till we are frozen out, but me and my crew will be first. When you see us in the pool, you’ll know it’s time.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. My wife has had five babies, the youngest, only thirteen months ago and has a pretty flabby belly. She is one of the drivers.”

“Okay Brad, suit yourself. Let’s get cracking then.” My crew of four went down into the pool to check it out. Only three feet of water in the deep end. The tanker driver got out of the cab and came over to talk.

“Going to get a jump on everybody, are you?”

“Sure enough. When will the deep end be full enough to play in?”

“I’ll show you,” he came around to the ladder, then climbed and jumped down to us. “This load will take it to here, then the next about two more feet, then the last two about eighteen inches each. Come on and I will show you how to turn on the heater and pump, making sure the pump picks up the water from the bottom.” We walked over to the pump house. He made sure the pump would have recirculated, and the pickup was set to the bottom. Then turned the pump on, it didn’t pump right a way, needed a prime. So he turned it off. Missy and I both grabbed a five-gallon bucket and went to the deep pool. Filled them up and returned to the pump house. He took the clear plastic cover off and poured both buckets into the pipe, put the cover back on, and started the pump. It took a couple minutes, then started pumping. Next was the heater. After he lit the pilot light, he set the temperature to 86 degrees. Saying that it should heat what’s in the pool at this time, close to that setting.

I asked, “How long?”

“It will take about an hour and a half to empty the tanker, then another hour to get it to 80 degrees. I should be back about fifteen minutes later, so that would be your privacy window. In the meantime, you really need to put something under where the water comes out from the pump and splashes on the pool floor. To protect it, we usually advise a patio or concrete block.”

“Thank you. I’ll see to that. See you when you get back.”

I looked at my women, saying, “Got any ideas on where we can find those blocks he mentioned.” I turned off the pump.

Missy said, “The garage. I think I saw some patio blocks.”

So we all took off for the garage. Sure enough, there were about two dozen stacked up along the front wall. I said, “We need a wheelbarrow to move these and other things around.”

Sarah suggested the truck, and it was right there, so we loaded eight patio blocks and piled in. I drove around to the shallow end of the pool and backed up to the gate nearest.

We all took two and headed to the steps. I went to the jets in the shallow part and placed my blocks on the bottom near where I thought the water would shoot. The others did the same. I got out and went to the pump house. Everyone had placed their blocks down. Ready everyone?

Sarah said, “Wait, I don’t want to get my undies wet.” She striped down right there and walked to the side, putting them on the sun deck. Turned around and the others were doing the same. Even though I have enjoyed them all before, I just stood and admired them, not just me either. The pool man did too. He was not hiding his lusting after them.

“Wow!” I said, “Three gorgeous mermaids. Are you ready?”

“Don’t it look like it?” said Sarah.

Missy said, “Please hurry, I’m getting cold.” That caused all to laugh. I went to the pump and turned it on, nothing, then I saw bubbles in the glass. Went outside and watched the girls getting soaked, giggling hysterically. “Get your clothes off and get down here with your mermaids.” They had positioned the blocks and were coming for me. I hastily removed my clothes and flip-flops, as they were coming up the steps.

“So that’s what they look like. No wonder Rich loves them so much. Are they heavy?”

“Here, see for yourself.” Missy hesitantly reached and lifted one, then both. Hefting them.

“May I?” she asked, looking at Missy’s.

“Sure” Missy said.

Ginger looked at me. “My little ones are all that’s left, Rich. Just help yourself, all you want.”

Sarah says to Missy, “I remember when mine were this firm. It was at this size when they started to droop.”

Ginger and I walked to the highest jet and played under it a little, but the force of the stream was too great, and even though the water was not exactly cold, it was not warm either; the air was cool enough to make us shiver. Apparently Sarah and Missy thought so too and were heading to their clothing of sorts. We went inside and toweled off with the towels for the pool. They noticed I was erect and surrounded me. I had six hands fondling my genitals. Ginger got to her knees and went down on my cock. And I went down on four lovely tits.

Then there was a pounding on the front door. Missy wrapped in a towel and headed for the door. Good thing we had the door locked and the blinds drawn. The rest of us ran to our rooms and got dressed. Tough luck for us, we were just getting warmed up in the lounge.

Missy yells, “Rich, the gas man is here! He has papers for you to sign.”

“Let him in, sit him at a table, offer him a cup of coffee, and open the blinds. I will be right out.”

He was enjoying a cup of coffee, when I came out dressed. I apologized about the delay, saying we were just initiating the pool. He explained why we needed a bigger tank and everything about the contract I signed, and we walked outside. It was a 750 gallon tank, but no longer only fatter. He said thank you and I went back inside. He’ll be back with another load at noon.

Ginger was just clearing off our table. Sarah and Missy were sitting there talking. I reminded them, “You have to move Ginger this morning. I have to get a vendor’s license, then go to the wholesale restaurant supply and open an account. You two have an appointment with planned parenthood. We have contractors coming here today, and someone had to be here with them. We still need a person to fill the position of director of the club.”

Sarah asked, “What does that person have to do?”

“Approve membership applications, then interview and approve or disapprove applicants.

Scheduling events, gatherings of groups. Assigning members to groups. Keeping order. Organizing games for gatherings and other events. Basically, an organization.”

“I am interested in the interview part and what is it really for and why is it needed. Or was it just so Charley got to fuck or get sucked by all the female applicants, and who interviews the male applicants?”

“I’ll tell you what I know, what is the interview for and why is it necessary. It is to find out if the couple or person is serious about having sex with others, not being their spouse or partner, by demonstration. If they would refuse, then they could be a reporter or cop or any other type of person we don’t want. He would take the female and another member would take the other applicant.”

“So if I took this job, I could do the questioning and a couple of our members would do the sexual part?”

“Yes, that is entirely possible.”

“Does it pay anything?”

“Yes, it pays whatever the person would want, taken from the membership account, not to exceed the total monthly dues plus 20%. The total monthly dues now are over $500.00, the balance in the membership account is $2,400.00. There are no dues owed for April, but starting in May, all members must pay $10.00 a month.”

“What is the money in the account for?”

“Anything the director considers for the good of the membership.”

“Are there any books or files for this position?”

“Yes, in my office. Come on and I will show you, then you can look all you want. I’m going out to check on Brad.”

I went out through the utility room. Right into the new parking lot, Brad was using the loader to spread some huge gravel, then another truck dumped some more of that big stuff, and he started spreading it. The tanker driver got out of his truck to disconnect. And Brad drove over to him. I don’t know what they talked about, but it seemed pleasant. Brad came back and continued spreading. The tanker driver got in his tractor and turned around in the new parking lot, and headed out. Immediately, another truck spread more of that big gravel, right where the tanker was. He pulled down a microphone, said something, and the three trucks took off. The big truck came into the parking lot and spread some of the fine gravel. Brad was busy now spreading the big stuff back to where the tanker was. Talking on the microphone probably to his wife cause she was too. He saw me and drove over and asked if his wife could use the restroom. I told him sure, to tell her to come over to me and I would take her inside. She jumped down from the running board holding a bag. Her tits bounced a couple of times and wobbled. When she got to me, she smiled and winked. I took her in through the utility room. Introduced her to the crew.