Chapter 34: Follow the Man with the Tambourine

Sunday morning, I awoke to someone sucking on my cock. Wendy was asleep on my left and Tracy on my left, so I made a haphazard guess that it was Lola. I moaned, “That feels really good, Lola.” I heard a small feminine chuckle.

Our few words woke the others and I got some kisses as Lola went back to work. Wendy especially told me that she loved me and that I was the nicest and most tolerant man in the entire world. Tracy agreed from my other side.

I finally stopped Lola. I was still in recovery mode, and while her oral sex felt great, it wasn’t going to lead to any conclusions other than a sore jaw and tongue on her part for trying so hard to bring me off. She sighed but laughed as I informed her of my plight. I’d been busy the night before with Lauren, Jill, and Misty.

We did have a collective shower in the large shower stall that I’d done as almost the first thing when we moved into the house. Six people could shower simultaneously, and we wouldn’t run out of hot water either.

After drying off, and dressing in our minimalist Sunday clothing, we headed downstairs. Michael, Jill, and Holly were already there and starting on a group breakfast. We got coffee and milled around the downstairs or patio, while a few sat at the kitchen island to keep the cooks company.

Wendy and Tracy kind of herded me out onto the patio. Lola followed. We threaded our way around the maze of chaises to the edge of the pool and just looked out at the sunny morning.

Wendy said, “I’m the spokesperson for the three of us. I want you to know that we love you dearly, and we want to be sure that what happened yesterday with Andy, Colt, and Dean did not damage our relationships with you, or give you worries, or anything bad.”

The three teens looked at me anxiously waiting for me to respond.

I shook my head. “Ladies, you did nothing wrong and I am content. You are sixteen and seventeen-years-old, and I am thirty-one. That age gap can be somewhat daunting at your age, and I have worried about it. You’ve all heard me encourage you to develop friends closer to your own age, and I’m happy that you did.”

Wendy said, “Except for Dean, Andy and Colt are twenty-three. Dean is nineteen.”

I acknowledged the comment and continued. “I love you dearly, as well, and I do not want to lose you, but I do want what is best for you. Somehow, I think that friends your own age are important.

A few years ago, I heard about a constellation of friends as a desirable goal for each person. The theory goes that each person should have three people of each sex that they are close friends with that are older, three of each sex that are about the same age, and three of each sex that are younger, and probably none should be close relatives.

“The idea is that your fun and confidences involve those your own age. From those older, you get their wisdom and they are available to mentor you. You provide that to those younger, and you also get some fresh and more up-to-date ideas from them, too.

The constellation of men and women is not familial, nor does it necessarily imply anything sexual. It’s a goal leading you to a more fulfilling life.

“If your young men friends fill in some of the gaps, I’m especially happy.”

Tracy said, “But we did fuck them. Each of us. We blew them away.”

I chuckled, “Remember, I was watching. If I’d seen something that I didn’t like, I would have stopped it. You were all a very hot pornographic show for the rest of us. Heck, even Jill said she got some ideas for one of her next porn videos.”

Wendy said, “While I like the idea of the constellation of friends, YOU are the man that we love and want to spend the rest of time with.” She held up her ring finger. “I take this seriously, yet with the boundaries - or lack of them - that we’ve defined. We love you. We liked the three guys and want to be with them again. They’re like new toys.”

Tracy laughed, “Yeah, toys with dicks!” We all laughed.

Wendy emphasized, “If you are feeling put off by our slutty behavior, please say something and we’ll stop immediately. Tracy and Lola said the same thing. We are really compartmentalizing love and lust. With you we get both. Our fun with the guys we met is pure lust – sex.”

I guessed, “And they’re coming by later to get more of that?”

The three teens nodded.

“Well, have fun. I am fine with your behavior, and even very aroused by it. Just don’t break any hearts. The guys might be looking for something different than what they’re getting. Also, you have to share them with your lusty friends and housemates.”

“Yeah, having Lauren join us was a shock to them. Dean couldn’t get over it. I’m sure all three of them think they’ve found three sluts and will want to savor the experience.”

“Ah, yes. Sluts. Sexy, Liberated, Uninhibited, and extremely Tolerant women. Do you want anything special for your guests?”

“Nope. Our plan is to surf with them for a couple of hours this afternoon, then come back here to drink, eat, and fuck. They are really good at those things.” She laughed and I had to laugh with her. She was nervous, but I was on her wavelength and soon she saw that and relaxed.

“So, a full patio of like-minded citizens won’t upset your plans?” I grinned at them.

“Not at all.”

After a flurry of chores, the three teens disappeared just after noontime.

I finished up some of my jobs about two o’clock, and was curious, so I drove the two miles to nearest beach. Sure enough, there were Wendy, Tracy, and Lola with Andy, Colt, and Dean. I didn’t make my presence known, but I watched them. The whole focus of the group was on surfing.

I knew that the three girls would be pleased with their action on the surfboards. There was just enough wave action to get about a thirty to sixty-second run towards the beach. I watched, and even took several videos of each of them making a run on the guys’ surfboards.

I headed back home and looked up ‘Great Surfing Beaches in Florida’. Most of the recommended places were on the east coast, and they tended to be the many beaches between Jacksonville and Miami. The area near the cape seemed the most popular, and seemed to have the best waves. Some storm action in the Atlantic Ocean helped out the surfers. Some seemed more crowded than others.

I had an idea for a small present for the girls – and through them, the guys teaching them to ride the waves.

The group of six showed up back at the house about five o’clock. Although Sunday night was a work night, we had a pretty large group of people beside the teens and their new friends. Further, every female was topless and beyond that, barely dressed. The thongs seemed thongier, and the bikini briefs briefer.

As had happened the day before, Andy, Colt, and Dean were nearly speechless with their eyes popping out of their head. Lauren raced over to the three guys and gave each of them solid kisses, especially Colt, the only one of them to actually fuck her the evening before.

My guess was that there’d already been a fair amount of foreplay between the teens and three young men because they all seemed worked up. Wendy later told me that there’d been a lot of ‘feels’, kisses, and welcomed groping between all of them as they practiced on the surfboards or were swimming or simply sitting on blankets in the sand.

She said, “My God, Lola almost fucked Andy right on the blanket. We had to remind her that she was in public.”

I said, “I thought Andy was your ‘date’?”

“Each of us girls have three new boyfriends. We’ve had sex with each of them and thoroughly enjoyed the experience and hope to continue. We’re doing that so that no one of them fixates on only one of us.”

“And they know about the ethos of the house and our group?”

Wendy winced slightly. “Kind of. They watched you and Lauren, and then she came over and sexed with me and Lola. Jill and Vance were also fucking in their line of sight while we were all messing around. Colt asked if this was normal behavior around here, and I said that it was. I don’t know if he generalized that to everybody.”

“I recommend that you inform them tonight about our behavior patterns.”

Wendy thought a minute and said, “What if we introduced them to some of the other women? Would that be all right with you?”

I chuckled. “Yes. It might blow their minds. Also, you might want to remind them to not spread malicious gossip about what goes on here – fundamentally, the truth.”

Later that evening after our barbecue, I had Lola as my partner as I lay down on one of the chaises. She was nude and very horny. For that matter, so was I. We had a long and orgasm-filled hour together.

Next to us, Andy and Misty were trying to set a new record for the number of orgasms that he could give her. Next to them, Colt and Jill were fucking up a storm. He and the other men had just learned that she was a porn queen. She was pleased with her artistry and had shown them parts of one of her DVDs in the media room right after a dinner discussion.

Dean had hooked up with Denise – the youngest man with the oldest woman at the house that evening. She looked very happy, and Dean was in some kind of ecstasy about adding another notch to his limited experience base. Garth was with Tracy, and Vance was keeping Wendy company.

Tuesday night, the three teens came to me during cocktails. They looked mischievous but also uncertain about something. I asked what was going on.

Lola took the lead. “Dean became a member of the Phi Theta Rho fraternity at the end of his freshman year at the university. Andy and Colt are alumni of PTR as it turns out. Anyway, there’s a toga party there on Saturday night and they’d like the three of us to go to the party as their dates.”

A silence followed. I could guess what the party would be like, but there was no follow-up statement or question. I said, “And?”

“Oh, we’d like your permission to attend.”

I laughed because I could see that coming. “No, no, no, no, no. You three are all adults for the most part. If I say no to your request, I am the bad guy for denying you some real fun and a growth adventure that everyone should have at some point in their life.

“If I say yes and you have a bad experience at the party for any reason, you’ll blame me for putting you in harm’s way. So, my rendering a response to your request is likely a lose-lose proposition for me. You’ll have to make your own decisions.”

I teased Lola, “Besides, don’t they all think that you’re a junior at the university? You are an adult, but beyond that, do they know any of your ages?”

The three girls all shook their heads no. Tracy said, “We’ve agreed not to lie, but the question of age hasn’t come up. When we were together, however, Wendy and I talked about some of our classes at the university.”

I shook my head, “Be prepared for a reaction when it does.” My statement turned out to be prophetic.

The three young men were at the house when I got home from work on Wednesday night. Andy even delivered to my hands a wine cooler that Lola had prepared. He seemed especially solicitous.

After some small talk of greeting, he said, “Matt, we have a favor to ask of you. We’d like you to be an official chaperone at the toga party on Saturday night. I know this is short notice, but the outside chaperone we had backed out. The university requires that we have one with no affiliation to the fraternity. Before we asked around, we suggested that you be the man with whomever you bring as your date.”

I teased, “Well, I’ll have two fiancées there and also somebody else that I love.”

He nodded, “I know. Wendy, Tracy, and Lola explained their status with you to us and also told us about your ‘open engagement’ philosophy. I guess that’s to our benefit because we really like being with the women.”

“What would I have to do as a chaperone?”

Andy said, “Make sure we don’t get afoul of the police is how I’d put it. There’ll be lots of booze – that’s a given at any fraternity party. We try to keep a lid on the recreational substances. We also have a strict rule that nobody gets roofied. We take consent very seriously and as a point of honor for each member.”

He emphasized, “You should bring a date and just be another couple. If you see something bad happening, try to stop it. You could get our help, too, of course. If I had to recommend a date, it’d be that you bring Jill Studmaker to the party. That’d be a real gas to have a real live porn queen at our toga party.” He gave me a shit-eating grin.

I waved Jill over. “Want to go to fraternity toga party on Saturday?”

“As a guest or as a performer?” Jill asked with a serious tone.

“Guest.”

“Hell, yes, but maybe I can perform, too.”

Andy wanted to ask more, but wisely kept his mouth shut.

So it came to pass that Jill and I had an early dinner on Saturday evening, and then drove over to the university campus to attend Phi Theta Rho’s toga party. We were in costume, too. The women of the house had mustered around us with some sheets, needle, and white thread earlier that day to create two togas that were comfortable to wear and easy to get in and out of.

The party was well underway by the time we arrived fashionably late. I had texted Andy and he was waiting near the door. He gave a quick tour of the frat house. In the process we noted the multiple kegs, open bar, live band, wild dancing, and the three teens in my family. Of course, they got us some drinks and we carried them along on our tour: a beer for me and a wine for Jill.

Andy explained, “There’s a sleeping deck on the top floor. All the mattresses from those beds were brought down to the various study rooms since the ambience up there sucks. We use the sock on the door knob to signal the room is busy and doesn’t want interruptions; meaning somebody is having sex in some way.”

I said to him, “I knew about parties like this when I was in college, but never got a chance to go to any. I wasn’t fraternity material.”