Chapter 9

We arrived home just as the sun was getting low on the horizon. I parked on the street near where Mr. Johnson was trimming his hedge.

“Hey Jeff, wow, is that little Sally?” John Johnson dropped his clippers and stared openly at my provocatively dressed daughter. Taking Sally’s hand, I said, “Let’s go say hi, Sally. We need to be neighborly,” and we walked hand in hand over to the older black man. He was at least 6’6” and every bit of 280 lbs., all lean muscle. We were neighbors and knew each other to say hi, but we really had nothing in common. He was a nice guy, but we just did not click.

Sally walked up to him, smiling. “Hi, Mr. Johnson, we are just coming back from downtown. Daddy got me some presents.”

John reached out and touched her Anal Slut collar. “Like this? Did he get this for you?”

“Oh, yes!!! Don’t you just love it? Look, he got me my nose ring and some tattoos as well.

John looked at her closely as she spun around; she stopped while facing away from him, pushed her ass toward him, and reached back to spread her pussy and ass cheeks wide. “He got me these rings too.”

“Very nice, damn I wish more girls were like you, Sally,”

“Do you like to look at girls’ private parts, Mr. Johnson? I like showing off mine. Anytime you want to look, just let me know.”

“Sally, you are such a little slut.” I interjected.

“Yeah, I know, don’t you just love it.” She was still spreading her sex for Mr. Johnson.

“John, she means what it says on her tramp stamp tattoo. Except for the next few days, her pussy is off-limits due to the piercings. Anytime you want to tap that ass, let me or Jill know.”

“I have not seen anything that fine in a long time. Let me ask my wife, and she may want to tap that as well.”

WTF? My neighbors were kinky; who knew?

“Mary, come out here. You have to come to see this.”

A gorgeous black woman sauntered out; that was the only way I could describe her walk; it was like she was having sex while walking. “What do you want me to see, boo?”

“Our neighbor Jeff is showing me his daughter’s new jewelry and tattoos. He says to believe what you read.”

Mary stopped before getting too close, her eyes on Sally’s spread sex. The metal rings glint brightly in the setting summer sun, drawing your eye to her most private of places.

“So John, do you want to hit that?”

“Do you, Mary? I will, if you will. Look at her babe, notice her collar, Anal Slut. Her Daddy bought all this for her.”

“Jeff, you don’t mind, really?” Mary was incredulous.

“Sally wants to be a class A slut; look at her displaying her cunt to you guys; I just mentioned we should say hi, and this is how she wanted to come over to say hi.” I nodded toward my Daughter, “Sally, can you put their concerns to bed.”

“I can suck on your cock Mr. Johnson or eat your pussy Mary, or you can fuck me in my ass or my mouth or both. My piercings are too new, so I need to hold off on pussy play. Everything else is fair game. I love, love, love big cocks and toys, oh and fisting. I really love fisting.” Sally pressed her hand into her pussy folds, making her hand disappear one more time. Demonstrating her skill at taking huge things in her teenaged cunt.

Damn, this was going fast; my little slut could not get enough; I tried to count the number of orgasms she had just today. I quickly gave up on how to count the continuous orgasms she had on the Impaler 3000, plus the multitude of climaxes she endured at the Tattoo parlor. Now, she was dripping from exposing and fisting herself to our neighbors.

Mary spoke up, “Very nice. I like your style, girl. We would love to take you up on your offer, Sally, but John and I are hosting a party tonight, and we need to save up all of John’s fluids for that. I don’t want him petering out too soon. But I promise we will hit you up soon.”

“Party, what kind of party?” I asked, intrigued.

“It is just our local swingers’ party,” Mary replied casually, “and we get together once a month. There are about 10 to 20 couples in our circle, but only about 5 to 10 will show up to any given party.”

“Swingers party? What do you do there?” Sally asked as if she did not know about swingers; maybe she was trying to find out what kind of swingers our neighbors were.

“We have a pool, and we lay out pads for comfort. We play games. Sometimes, we have demonstrations. The only rules are consent, and everything that happens at the party stays at the party. We have cuckolds and hotwives, stags and vixens, Master and Slave couples and thruples. There is lots of fucking and sucking. I am looking for a Good Dicking tonight from several of the partiers.” Mary explained the dynamics of their get-togethers.

“Too bad you are not a member of the circle. Would you want to join?”

“Wow, that sounds fun; what do we have to do to join?” Sally spoke up before I could ask the same question.

“Well, you have to be introduced by a current member. So, are you interested in joining?” John explained, looking at me and wanting me to make the decision.

“Oh, Daddy, can we? That sounds like so much fun. Please!!” Sally stood up and bounced like a little girl, excited to hear about the possibility of going to Disneyland.

“We are actually hosting tonight. We can introduce you to the club, would it be just you and Sally?” Mary offered the invitation.

“No, I want Jill and Josh to come too. Is that alright?”

“Not a problem. We already have a couple of families in our group.” John nodded knowingly.

“What time should we come over?”

“I would say be ready around 10 o’clock. We have a club meeting to start our night at nine. This bit is for vetted members only, and we vote on letting new people in. I will text you when you are accepted; I don’t see a problem with you joining. It is just a formality. Everybody has to be comfortable. This first night, you are on probation to see how you fit in.”

“Cool, is there anything we need to do or not do?” Sally asked. I wondered why she asked that.

“Just be gracious and have fun; if someone asks you to do something you don’t want to do or is unsure of, it is ok to turn them down nicely.”

“Ha, I don’t think Sally would say no to anything.”

“Really, that is a big statement.”

“I want to be the best slut I can be. I get better by trying new things. Look at Sally Does It All on any of the platforms.” Sally smiled up at the couple.

“Some people, for example, are into watersports. Are you sure?”

“I love watersports, and yes, I know you are not talking about skiing. I love golden showers; if it comes out of your body, I love it.” I patted her golden hair lovingly as my daughter tried to convince them to let us join.

“She really does mean that she has an online presence. Sally does it all; give me your number, and I will text you a free link to check her out. You need my number anyway.” I watched Mary as she studied Sally looking at the excitement in her face as she talked about being drenched in piss.

“Cool, we will see you at about 10 tonight.” John made his excuse to leave and get ready for their event tonight, took Mary’s hand, and walked back to their front door.

When we went to our front door, it was locked. That was weird, as we generally don’t lock the door when we are home. Maybe Josh and Jill went out.

“Jill, are you home?” I called out to the empty house. There was a sticky note on the fridge in the household message center. “I took Josh to his Boy Scout meeting. We will be back about 6. Order us a pizza for dinner.

Josh’s Boy Scout meeting was not a sanctioned Boy Scout group. I did not understand, but Jill helped the boys out at their meetings.

It was about 5:00 p.m., and I texted Jill, ‘Are you Having fun? What do you want on your pizza?’

She did not reply right away, and after about 5 minutes, my phone rang.

Breathlessly, Jill spoke one word at a time. “Jeff, just a pepp..., pepperoni, pie.” She repeated the pepperoni twice as if she were gasping for breath and could not get the word out.

I could hear noise in the background, like flesh-on-flesh clapping in rhythm with Jill’s speech.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

The noises did not stop, and she spoke in the staccato cadence from before, “Oh, Jeff, it was my turn to provide entertainment for the group. Josh’s friends wanted to play a game with me and earn some special badges.”

My mind raced, and I remembered Josh’s friends over here fucking Sally and Jill; she had to be fucking those boys for their entertainment. “You are getting a video of the activity, right,” I asked, hoping to let her know I had approved.

“Yes, Billy is working on his video badge. They are all working on their different badges. Most of them earned their special badge tonight. I only have about five more boys to do so that they all get their newest hole patch on their sash.”

“Ok, hurry up, we got some good news; love you.”

“Love you too, oh my; he is big; the adult leader wants a special badge too.” And she hung up with a couple of grunts.

I am still amazed at how out of touch with my family that I had been. I was picturing my wife on all fours nude in the middle of 20 scouts, them taking turns putting their young cocks in her asshole. I imagined her ass hole filling up with the deposited cum making a frothy mess. Would they pull out of her ass and move to her head to have her clean up their cummy ass cream stuck on their dicks. I could see Jill sucking them off with pleasure. I assumed that was the case just from the noises and innuendo used while Jill was talking to me.

“Is mommy fucking all those boys again, Daddy?”

“Again? Does she do this a lot? But probably she said that they were working on their special badge?”

“Oh, I wanted to be there for the anal penetration badge test. She is an adult group leader for their troop. That’s her job to take care of their little cocks. And test for badges. It happens at every meeting, Daddy. She will suck their cocks or fuck them; after all, she is the entertainment.”

I guess that explains how they are not really affiliated with the Boy Scouts. I knew that about the group leader, not the cocks, but when I was a kid, Boy Scouts did not have female adult leaders; I guess times have changed,.

“You’re not mad at Mommy, are you, Daddy? She really loves helping the Boy Scouts.”

“No, baby, I am not mad; I am just amazed and concerned that I did not see any of this before.”

“Yeah, it was a running joke about how blind you were; we were wondering when you would find out. I am so grateful that you now know I don’t feel guilty anymore.”

I looked over at my daughter. She was completely naked, working a big black butt plug into her ass. “My ass felt empty, Daddy.” She said in explanation.

“You do you. I love watching you stuff your ass.”

“Take my picture or video me, please.”

My wife and son finally made it home a little after 6. I had a lot of videos of my daughter fucking some truly amazing cocks. She had a big dildo in the shape of a dog cock, complete with a knot at the base. She would press the cock so hard into her ass that the knot would slip in the past her sphincter. She would then pull it out, and her ass would make a perverted squelching sound.

“Oh, Daddy, I like this dog cock dildo; I love the big knot at the base; do you see how my ass pops on and off around it.”