Chapter 6

Clarissa found Marcy curled up in a ball in a bedroom with two other women. They were performing 69 on each other after having driven the redhead to a series of mind numbing orgasms.

Clarissa knelt next to the woman in concern, but when Marcy saw her she pulled the blonde into her arms and intimately kissed her, her no kissing rule obviously not applying to the girl.

“Let’s go find a man,” Marcy said.

The pair walked hand-in-hand to the main room and found John sipping a drink at the bar. Clarissa gave him a quick kiss and noted the familiar taste of womanhood on his lips. She extended her tongue and licked his lips before plunging it into his mouth.

“Yummy,” she said. “Can I have one of those?” she said, indicating his drink.

John gave her a look, but then handed her the glass. Clarissa took a sip and handed it back. Then she reached down and took his prick into her hand. It was soft, but started to rise under her ministrations.

“Not done for the night are you baby?” She asked.

Before John could answer Marcy leaned in and pressed her lips to his. John leaned into the kiss.

“What about no kissing?” he asked breathlessly when she pulled back.

“Only for special friends,” she said embracing him so that she could run her hands over his ass.

“Let’s go find a room,” Clarissa said pulling him away from the bar by his now hard prick.

They passed by the “station” room and Clarissa noticed a pair of brunettes had replaced her mother on the bed. She didn’t linger to see if Pam was still in the room but pulled John into the next room. Marcy followed and pushed the door shut.

Clarissa pushed John back on to the bed. Her head went right for his lap and he felt her lips start down his hard shaft. Certainly Pam was no amateur when it came to fellatio, having sucked hundreds of cocks, but Clarissa was a mistress of the art. He really had no idea where she had mastered the act to such a level of proficiency.

She just kept taking him in, deeper and deeper, her tongue slithering around him. When he reached her throat she did ... something ... and he felt her take him even deeper. Her tongue reached out and licked his scrotum.

“Damn,” the redhead said. “Girl, are you a swordswallower or what?”

Clarissa pulled slowly off him, her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked. Her hands moved over him as her mouth released him. She pointed his prick at her companion and raising an eyebrow said, “Taste?”

The redhead bent over taking the mushroom head between her lips. She was not as good as the blonde, but every bit as good as his wife and John moaned.

As his prick was enveloped by the redhead’s mouth Clarissa moved behind the girl, her hands kneading her pert breasts. The nipples were hard and the teen took them between her fingers and thumb pinching them. Meanwhile her twat pressed against the girl’s ass. She shimmied and her juices painted the tight bun. The blonde pinched the girl’s nipples harder as a wave of pleasure rolled through her.

Clarissa bent over to speak into the woman’s ear.

“Oh that’s the way baby. Eat him up.” Marcy moaned around him as Clarissa moved her right hand from the girl’s breast to finger her clit.

Marcy pulled off him with a pop and slowly pumped her fist up and down on his dick. The girls kissed passionately. Watching their tongues dueling John felt his member get even harder.

“That is so hot,” he said.

“I want to ride him,” Marcy said.

“Go ahead baby,” the blonde said. “I get him everyday.”

The redhead straddled him facing the girl. John reached out to grasp her hips, steadying her. Marcy guided the mushroom head of his dick to her slit and dropped onto him in a single lunge.

“Ohhhh Fuck!” she squealed. John pushed up planting his hard cock even deeper into her.

Clarissa moved between his legs reaching for the red head. Marcy pushed off of him, rising until only half his prick was still in her. As she dropped again, letting gravity thrust him into her she moaned into Clarissa’s mouth. The blonde had one hand on her left breast, pinching the strawberry nipple while the other strummed the girls clit.

Marcy pulled away from the blondes mouth, her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Fuckkkk ... Cumming ... cummming!”

Her body jerked and pulled. John, who still had her hips, was moving her whole body up and down on his prick as she rolled through her orgasm.

John rolled them over so that Marcy was on her knees, his prick still buried in her. The red head buried her head in the mattress, her ass sticking up in the air. Clarissa moved behind him her hands running over his chest. She rubbed her hard nipples over his back and her twat against his ass.

John pounded the redhead. Clarissa reached down, her hand caressing his scrotum.

“Fuck girl,” he said. “Stop that, I’m not ready for this to be over.”

“Wimp,” the blonde said releasing him.

Clarissa stepped around him and crawled onto the bed. Shimmying under the moaning girl, Clarissa soon had her tongue lapping at the girl’s clit as John’s cock pounded her.

“Ahh ... yes ... yes ... fuck yessss!” the woman cried out before descending into a series of animalistic moans growls and cries.

The couple fucked and licked the woman through one orgasm and then followed that withing seconds with another. At that point John rubbed his thumb over her anus and Marcy’s head jumped off the bed as her body bowed up. When his finger penetrated her rectum she screeched like a banshee and flooded Clarissa’s face with a liter of clear liquid which sprayed out as if from a nozzle. Then she crashed back down on the bed, only Clarissa’s arms around her thighs preventing her from falling off John’s prick.

Clarissa let her go and John flipped the redhead over to her back. He realigned his prick back at her slit. Marcy was too weak to even move and her legs splayed out listlessly. John thrust into her hard and road her like ten miles of bad road, rabbit fucking her.

Clarissa knelt beside the girl working over her tits with her hands and mouth, finally reaching down to rhythmically frig her clit.

“Ohhh gawd ... oh fuck ... Ahugggggg!”

John pounded two more orgasms out of her. Both of them were covered with sweat. Finally John grabbed the back of her legs, bending the girl in half as Clarissa stepped back to watch. He was close. Holding off as Marcy approached another climax. As the woman’s cunt began to clasp and pulse around him he felt his balls begin to pulse and his toes tingle.

“I want it!” his daughter suddenly cried, pulling at him. He slipped out of the woman still writhing in orgasm and Clarissa dove onto him, her mouth enveloping his prick. The hot sperm shot down her throat until she pulled back to take the final shots into her mouth.

Reaching over to the redhead splayed on the mattress she locked lips with her, pushing her father’s sperm into the woman’s mouth. They kissed, their tongues passing the liquid back and forth until Marcy swallowed it all.

Clarissa pulled back slightly and said to the woman, “See how much better it is when you kiss?”

“Oh yesss,” the redhead said passionately kissing her again.

When they finally broke Marcy said, “We are so going to see each other again.”

Marcy and Clarissa exchanged email addresses and John decided it was probably time for them to leave. As they exited the room Clarissa noted a reduction in the number of people still around.

“Where do you suppose Pam is?” John asked.

“Didn’t you spend any time with her tonight?” Clarissa asked.

John shook his head. “She went off when you and I met Marcy and her husband. I didn’t see her after that. I figured she had retired to one of the private rooms.”

“I saw her in the ‘station’ a couple of hours ago.”

“What!” John hurried them along. “No way she should have been there by herself.”

“She had lots of company.”

“And no one to act as her safety. She knows better than that.”

They reached the room, which was empty now except for the figure lying curled up in one corner of the room.

“Mom!” Clarissa said forgetting herself. She knelt down next to the woman.

She was a mess. Her hair was matted with cum. Bruises covered her body, not particularly bad ones, but rather as if hands and mouths had covered every inch of her. Holding her, sucking her.

John knelt on her other side.

“Pam,” he called to her. “Baby.”

The woman shook her head and her eyes fluttered open. “Honey,” she said.

“Pam are you alright?” Clarissa asked.

“I got just a little carried away. I’m OK. I came about a zillion times.”

“It’s time to go home,” John said. “Can you walk?”

“My legs feel a little weak. Give me a minute.”

“Clarissa can you wait here with your ... with Pam?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll go get our clothes. Pam where’s yours?”

“Locker 25.”

“OK”

John left and Clarissa helped Pam sit up. She could see she wasn’t really hurt, just heavily used. At her own inclination, the young teen thought. What was that about?

John came back and they both helped her stand up. She had some trouble walking, but together got her out to the front door.

One of the cute, curvaceous valets brought their car around and Clarissa helped Pam into the back seat and joined her. As John pulled out the teen wrapped her arms around lover and held her as she slipped off to sleep.

John was quiet as he let the cruise control hold the car’s speed. His thoughts raced. Pam had always been kind of wild. At least she had been since that night she let an old boy friend and his friend double team her in return for a generator maintenance call. But she had never been into pulling trains or gang bangs with strangers.

Soon he pulled through the front gates of his own house. As he pulled up he looked back to see his wife peacefully sleeping in his daughters arms. A wave of emotion passed over him at the sight.

“Pam,” the girl whispered in the woman’s ear. Shaking her slightly the woman slowly opened her eyes.

She moved to kiss the girl and Clarissa pulled away slightly.

“Sorry,” she said at the woman’s hurt look. “But you’ve got cum breath, old cum breath.” She sniffed. “I don’t smell so good either.”

“It’s a shower for all of us,” John said from the now open car door.

Pam was still unsteady on her feet. Clarissa and John each took and arm and carefully walked the woman into the house. John had used his phone from the car to unlock the front door and turn off the alarm system. He left the car parked in front of the house. He would move it to the garage tomorrow.

As they entered the bedroom the trio slipped off their clothes, dropping them on the floor. John adjusted the shower temperature. The rain shower heads sprinkled water down. Clarissa started on her mother’s hair, lathering it up and working out the mats in it.

John stepped up to his wife and began lathering up her body gently. He saw that the bruises were not as bad as he had feared. Many were hickeys, most on her breasts, neck and legs. The marks on her thighs were certainly caused by strong hands holding her legs while sodomizing her. The marks on her arms where likewise probably the result of someone holding her in place while fucking her.

Cum was leaking out of her ass and pussy both and Clarissa serious considered both douching her out and giving her an enema before laying her down to bed, but settled for simply washing down her lower torso and legs with one of the spray wands until the fluid stopped running out.

Finally finished they sat her on the bench in the shower while washing each other. While very intimate they kept their caresses to what was necessary to get clean and then dried off first Pam and then each other.

Stopping at the double sinks both women limited their dental hygiene to a quick gargle before stepping into the bedroom.

Pam was in auto at this point. Clarissa led her to the bed and then slipped her between the sheets. She spooned up behind her parent/lover and felt John slip in behind her. He reach over to the remote on the table and the lights went out.

The next thing Clarissa heard were the birds singing outside. Sunlight filled the room. The warm body in her arms still moved with the slow rhythm of sleep. There was no one behind her. Her hand rested on the older blonde’s breast cupping the nipple between her fingers. She moved her hand idly over the hardening nipple as she pushed her pussy against the ass in front of her.

“I’ll give you an hour to stop that.” the woman said turning her head.

Their lips met in a quick kiss.

“How are feeling this morning?” Clarissa asked.

“Divinely soar.” she answered. “You?”

“My ass hurts,” the girl admitted. “I’ll probably be walking bowlegged today.” She hugged her mother tighter.

“Da ... John is probably going to freak today. He was pretty upset that you did the train thing...”

“It was a new experience.”

“So you don’t usually...?”

“Gawd no.” the woman answered. “Usually we just swap with a couple of couples. I might do a single with a girl or a threesome with a couple. But gang bang? No not really.”