Chapter 21

“Love of one is a piece of barbarism, for it is practiced at the expense of all.” - Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil

“I’m thinking ... Melissa?” Dad suggested, “but what about if it’s a boy?”

“Oh, it’s a girl ... I can feel it in my bones. But if it were a boy, maybe Massimo?” Mom answered, pleasing him with her answer.

“What about our babies ... boys or girls?” Noelle inquired.

“Yes, I wondered that myself,” Rania added.

“Also girls. Jack is the next male of the line, the heir as it were, the godfather or whatever, and so the babies born to Aldo other than him will all be girls. Jacqueline is my suggestion for Noelle and Marianne for Rania. I have already put a spell to determine the sex that way,” Mom assured them, much to my surprise.

“You’re wanting Jack to mate with them when they come of age, aren’t you?” Dad teased Mom, but he clearly meant it on some level, and so did she.

“Naturally! Face it, dear ... Jack is a chip off the old block, a true heir to your legacy! He’s gonna be the head of the family whenever you pass on, so we might as well prepare him to be the patriarch, godfather, paterfamilias, what have you, right? That’s just how it is. It’s his destiny to be what he will be, just as it is your destiny to be who and what you are. You’re some kind of demigod as far as I’m concerned, and frankly, so is he,” Mom encouraged the notion that I was preternaturally gifted in the sexual department ... and so was Dad.

That was when the doorbell rang, and a shocked pizza delivery boy with a surplus of acne saw a lot of naked people standing and dancing as Jamie answered the door in the buff herself. She kissed him as she paid him ... and she used tongue, much to his shock. His immediate bulge in response made her laugh and bite her bottom lip playfully as she took the pizzas ... and the cheesy breadsticks from him. There were also buffalo wings for anyone so inclined, and there were more than a few of us as it turned out. It must have cost Jamie an arm and a leg for a pizza delivery order this large, but she didn’t seem to give a crap.

“Hey, I’m moving in with Mistress Julie. What do I need the extra money for ... my mortgage? I’ll probably sell the house instead and let someone else deal with that headache. Upkeep. I hate that HOA and its dumbass president, anyway. She’s one helluva Karen ... and I would love to take her down, in fact. She also hits on me and tries to pretend that she’s not a repressed bisexual basic bitch. Hey, kid, take this pic with my phone ... and send it to the number that I tell you,” Jamie told the young man.

The former pro tennis player turned educator handed her photo with camera settings ready to the pizza guy once the food was safely placed, bent over, spread her cheeks, placed her middle finger in her own crack, and flipped off the camera. Then she laughed as the lad sent the picture message to the aforementioned HOA boss. Then she pressed her lips to his and took a pic with hs own smartphone so he would have an image of himself kissing the one and only Jamie Lazaro. She gave him her contact info and took his while he stood there in stunned silence. Then she pulled him into the room and directed him to grab some grub with the rest of us.

“If you get in trouble, fuck ‘em. I’m a retired professional athlete who could also do plenty of ad spots and I could do a bunch of them, give you the entire proceeds, and you’d be okay on funds and bills for at least six months. You know who I am, right? I could autograph a tennis ball and it would instantly go up in value, even though my career is tanked. Once you’re famous, people will still buy what you endorse, even after a sex scandal that keeps you out of Wimbledon,” Jamie insisted as the hungry young fellow matched us in calories consumed in the ravenous way that some teenage boys do.

“You’re Jamie Lazaro!” the lad suddenly recognized Jamie, who licked her lips as she poured him a beer, “I’m Scott Andrews.”

“Well, Scott, welcome to our humble abode,” I told him as Julie and I began rubbing his ass with our free hands and ate or drank with the others.

“Is this ... an orgy?” Scott wondered aloud.

Just then, I parted his cheeks, smeared some garlic sauce on his anus, and sank my cock inside him.

“Fuck, yeah, it is ... we’re not naked due to a lack of clothing,” I said while Julie held his cheeks apart and helped guide my thrusts inside him, “how does that feel, lad?”

“Oh, God ... it feels amazing! I’ve never ... taken it in the ass before ... but, oh, my God! Fuck ... do it! Sodomize me ... use my butthole! It feels ... fantastic! It hurts ... but not as much as I feared, and the pleasure is so fucking awesome! Deeper, please!” Scott grunted as I plundered his booty some more.

“So ... you’re a virgin, aren’t you? Well, not anymore back there, are you? My son’s popped your anal cherry! Better get used to it ... I have a feeling that your ass will see a lot of traffic and that your cock will be just as busy! I can’t wait to have you pumping and dumping in me like my son is about to do inside you! Both holes, of course!” Mom taunted Scott a little as he came all over some of the breadsticks and I flooded his bowels.

“My turn!” Dad stated as he slid into Scott’s backdoor, ravaging him anally while he groaned with a mix of pleasure and pain.

That Michelle immediately put my prick in her mouth and started sucking me straight out of a dude’s cornhole was more than enough to earn her brownie points in my sight. She didn’t hesitate at all. She just acted on her impulse of the moment and slobbered all over my dick while taking me all the way inside her throat. That was when Mom put a blue pill in my hand and another one in Dad’s, which we took with the shandy that she offered us ... a brew from Chippewa Falls.

“We don’t begrudge you a little bit of buggery, guys, just save plenty of dick for the ladies, too! You have a lot of us to service ... and to serve you in return. I don’t want to take any chances that you’ll have any ... issues, even with the magic that I used on you ... the power of magic mixed with that of modern medicine is a potent combination, after all ... the two can and should co-exist, magic with science,” Mom encouraged us while Dad grunted on each stroke and finally spilled his load inside Scott.

“In any case, let’s have this lad!” Coach Hammersley stunned me, being an ardent homophobe in the past, by entering Scott from behind to help initiate him sexually further into the group.

Pretty soon, the rest of us were back to eating and drinking copious amounts of food, wine, and beer, of course. We watched with fascination as Coach Lewis Hammersley, who used to call me a “fag” repeatedly entered and exited a gratified Scott Andrews, pleasing both of them on every stroke. As if by some telepathic agreement, every man and lad in the house prepared to shove their pricks up the lad’s bum and thus make him earn his membership in the community by paying with his sexual favors.

By now, I had already consumed roughly three slices of pizza, two cheesy breadsticks (unglazed by Scott’s jizz, of course), and two shandies. Leinenkugel’s, I was pretty sure it was called. A relatively more local firm, that one. The beauty of living in Wisconsin, of course. We make our own beer and cheese up here, thank you very much. When Michelle bent over and spread her own cheeks for me, the message was clear, of course. I didn’t even pretend to resist that offer. I eased into the Rhodesian cutie’s arse and she pushed back eagerly at me, eating her own share of the food while I used her delectable bottom.

“Fuck, yes, Master ... up my bum ... take my bum! I love taking it in the cunny, too, but this is absolutely amazing ... getting buggered by my loving Master and having him claim every part of my body as his own. I’m your ... property ... fuck, yes ... claim me ... own me ... possess me ... use me!” Michelle blurted as she welcomed my every stroke inside her anus.