Chapter 45: The New Enlarged Sex Club

DAVE

I had my cock most pleasantly embedded deep in the vagina of a hot little wedding planner named Patti Arlington. I was teaching her about Tantric sex, what little I knew how to practice. We were staring into each other’s eyes, and we were soul-sharing. Patti’s pussy pulsed periodically around my cock, just enough to keep my shaft at a rigid state.

Patti and I had been coupled for over an hour, although we had changed positions. We started with her small wonderfully erotic body atop mine when we coupled, and had progressed to the missionary position with me over her and her lithe legs and arms wrapped around me.

Patti rolled into her sixth long orgasm since we’d coupled. “Oh, God,” she moaned as she held onto me like I was her life preserver from the demons of life. As she reached an apex of some kind, her lips slammed into mine and we shared an epic kiss. We would have devoured each other if that were even possible. Based on the coarse pulses and feelings around my shaft, her pleasure continued for several minutes.

Patti said with some passion, “Oh, Dave, I love you.”

“Patti, I love you, too. I’m glad you are now one of us and we get to this a lot.” I made a weak gesture to the others around us on our back patio or in the yard or pool. I didn’t count, but I was sure there were about twenty-five of us.

A gorgeous blonde about my age snuggled next to us nudged the two of us and then kissed my shoulder and then Patti’s shoulder. “Hey, I love both of you, and don’t you forget it. I’m so glad for the group’s open enrollment policy. I want what’s going on here every day in my life.”

The hot blonde was Heather Lighter, Brad’s sister and a school principal in the local district. I’d already made love with Heather as she paid attention to Patti. We made a pretty good threesome – the depth of our emotions being a first for both women. Thanks to my discipline and the Tantric learnings, I had peaked about three times with each of them, but not ejaculated. I was still good to go, even to my own amazement.

Adjacent to us, on one of our backyard chaises, Mel was happily engaged with Ross as he pumped love into her with his generous shaft ... He was enthralled with her – both as Mel and as Dixie Sparks. One of her videos was playing on the outside television, just in case someone needed some extra inspiration.

After cooling down, Patti, Heather, and I sat up and looked around at the sea of mostly fornicating couples. There were a couple of other threesomes here and there since that evening we had more females than males.

My secretary, Anne, was riding Brent Ashton on a chaise not too far away. He was the erstwhile head of Sex Club II and a grad student at the nearby university. She looked serious and intent on catching the passing orgasm before it got out of range. He looked like he was afraid she’d evaporate and leave him with only a wet dream of the beautiful nymph that she was in reality.

In another direction, I spotted pretty Marie Hawkins, also from Sex Club II. She was riding my colleague Dan like he was her steed in a race for the Triple Crown. Her small squeaks and high-pitched grunts echoed around the rest of us occasionally.

I noted Jim with Grace Lighter, Brad’s other sister. They were in a basic missionary position, but obviously being very loving with each other. Grace only commented at dinner that she had just moved to Sarasota to take a new job and to be closer to her brother and our group of sex fiends. I didn’t catch who she worked for, if she even mentioned it. The most important aspect of her new life was our Sex Club and her new friends in it.

Next to Jim and Grace, I saw my father making love to Jeannie Rendall – Lisa’s mother. Between kisses, she looked like one of the happiest and most fulfilled people on the patio. She wanted this, and obviously was enjoying every aspect of what the Sex Club offered.

As they arrived Jeannie had made me promise to be with her before the end of the night. We’d had a low-key romantic interlude on the plane home from St. Croix, and she wanted the rest of what those few moments promised. I did mind in the least.

MEL

I talked to Dave on Tuesday about my flaky idea, and bounced it off of Cindy, Trish, and Wendy. We all laughed, and thought it would be like calling someone’s bluff in poker where you had a winning hand.

I ran it past the Girls’ Coffee Club, too, with lots of ROFLOL responses. They liked the idea, and a few comments said to see where it goes.

I finally made the call.

“Good afternoon, Warren. This is Mel.”

“Wow! You called me. How’re you?”

“Do you have a recent clean test?”

“God, yes. I just got a physical. I’m clean as new snow, and just so you know, I always have been.”

“We’re having a little party at our home this evening – no children under eighteen, if you get my drift. You’re invited. Super casual dress. Barbecue. Around thirty people, if everyone shows – nice mix of men and women – hot women, I might add. Starts at six, ends ... whenever. You interested?”

“You’re one of those people?”

“I am, and I look forward to being your attentive hostess – really attentive, part of the time.”

“You were so adamant about not being involved with me a year or so ago. Should I be worried?”

“Only that we’ve all moved on from that point in interesting directions. I’ll tell you more about all that when you’re here.

Hours later, Warren showed up with wine and flowers, and I allowed him to kiss me somewhat passionately on the lips as a greeting. I introduced him to Cindy and Sarah who were nearby.

Cindy and Sarah were topless. Since I was answered the door, I was in a full bikini that was having trouble containing my assets. Trish walked by carrying a tray of hors d’oeuvres. Her bathing suit was half the size of mine. Warren’s eyeballs popped out of his head as he followed Trish’s bubble butt as she went by.

Warren muttered, “I’ve died and gone to heaven. Put that quote on my tombstone.”

“Come on, Warren. I want you to say hello to Dave and meet some other people. Dave and Warren had met several times, most recently at the Prentiss Christmas Party in December, about two months earlier. That was when I teased Warren about re-making his indecent proposal to me to spend a long weekend on his yacht.

Dave and Warren were on the board of the Prentiss Foundation, but I wasn’t sure how often they saw each other. Unless there was some unusual aspect to our work days or who we met, we often skipped over the routine parts of how our day went.

Dave and Warren greeted each other warmly. Dave, of course, knew of my not-to-subtle plan to fuck the bejesus out of Warren that night. I thought that he’d be a great friend to cultivate now. He could be brash, and say dumb things such as inviting me on his yacht for sex for money, but he was a nice man. Of course, he was also a billionaire, but that didn’t influence my thinking – did it?

I introduced Warren to some other people, being sure I didn’t miss any of the scantily-dressed or half-nude women. We were all ready for action, and didn’t want too many clothes to stand in the way. Warren’s tongue was all but lolling out the side of his mouth as he drooled around the patio with me.

By the time we got to Patti, she was naked except for a flower in her hair and a substantial tuft of pubic hair on her mons that was shaped like a heart and dyed a glorious shade of pink. She was very cordial to Warren, told him that she didn’t mind if he stared at her naked body and her pubes. She also acted coy and said that she hoped they’d ‘connect’ in a meaningful way a little later.

Warren looked at me almost in shock. I explained, “Oh, Patti likes to fuck – like me, so please help fulfill her wishes.” Patti grinned broadly in agreement with my suggestion.

I quickly added, “All the women here like to fuck, actually. I hope you’re up to the task of pleasing many of us before the night ends.”

Warren stuttered, “I’ll try for sure.” I think that the scope of all my teasing suddenly became real to him.

We got drinks and joined Dave and Bridget.

DAVE

Bridget was telling me about her latest porn film that she’d done for Ron Tensen. This one consisted of two men that both show up at the same time for a date with her. She obviously likes both of them, invites both to come into her apartment and get romantic, and then ends up getting fucked, spit-roasted, and DPed.

Mel and Warren joined us, as Bridget finished up describing the film. Warren seemed to catch on quickly to what she’d been doing.

He asked, “Am I to understand that you do adult videos? I’m tuning into this conversation on the late side, unfortunately.”

“For the past couple of years. My stage name is Erin O’Day. That’s my only job, and is helping me pay for my college fees. I also have a somewhat exciting presence on OnlyFans, however. I’m majoring in computer science with an emphasis on cyber-security. That said, we don’t get into those courses in our major until our junior year, so it’ll be next August before I book any real progress in the comp sci or security areas.”

Warren quizzed her about the types of jobs she was looking for, and after kicking around that topic suggested that she interview at the Prentiss Foundation for both an internship and for a job after graduation. The Foundation had yet to be hacked, but we all knew it was just a matter of time.

The grill was being tended by Evan and Mike. Neither had a venue where we could hold our Saturday parties, so periodically in trade they took over complete hosting duties at one of our homes, and that included cooking the barbecue.

The main entrée ended up being pulled pork from a shoulder roast with homemade barbecue sauce. They’d also cooked ears of corn, and talked Trish into making corn bread. Other side dishes complemented those dished. Overall, it was very down-home southern cooking.

Warren ended up seated between Mel and Bridget. Both women were topless by then and their shimmying boobs were obviously a huge distraction for the older man. I watched and tried to listen to them for a bit. Warren was being very polite and I think trying to live down his reputation as a lothario and a loose cannon.

I was seated with Adelle Ivers and Diana Falkner, two young women that belonged to Sex Club II – our spinoff group that formed after Mel spoke in Sarah Dustin’s sociology class about our lifestyle. Both women were graduate students in the field, and I learned that both of them held Sarah as their advisor and also as a primary role model.

The two students had been invited because there was increased interest in opening up our Sex Club to other friends that some of us considered as loving and fun partners to our group. They’d each visited before as Mel and I conducted some awareness and introductory experiences for those wanting to form the new group. This was the first return visit for either of them. Out of earshot, I noted that Darren Mann, another member of our ‘spinoff group’, had also come to our regular party.

I was pretty blunt and asked my dinner partners, “Are you each enjoying the get-togethers that your group has had – what we call Sex Club II?”

Diana flashed me a grin about as wide as the Atlantic Ocean. “Oh, yes, but to appreciate my answer you have to know where I’m coming from. I lead a very sheltered life until I left home for college. I didn’t know what was happening much beyond my home and church; it was just the way things were growing up. When I got to the university, I realized how out of touch I was with my contemporaries. Further, I knew nothing about relationships or sex.

“Oh, I’d had the birds and bees talk, but it was more or less once, and then I was on my own. I didn’t have anything but a clinical vocabulary about sex and boys were mostly a mystery. There were sixteen of us in my high school class, ten of whom were girls, and of the six boys four were going steady, and the other two were kind of gross and uninteresting. I focused on my family and my studies.

“When I got to the university, I was embarrassed about how little I knew, so I kept my mouth shut and my ears and mind open. I first learned a whole new vocabulary starting with the words fuck, pussy, cunt, and cock at the forefront. I suddenly had wide open access to the Internet, and I discovered pornography. THAT was a huge education. I think for two weeks every second of my free time was watching all the various genres of porn. Fortunately, my roommate kept me from believing that all that was the real world – at least much of it.