Chapter 8: The Closing Part 2 - Banging

Tuesday Night July 29, 2008

There was a second set of pillows and cushions piled on a platform bed at the other end of the room. Sam looked up at the group as she adjusted the lights. “Red, assuming you are still interested...”

Red shot up from her chair, leaving her robe behind. She reached for her walker but to her surprise Phil quickly stepped up and scooped her up in his arms like a child. She was quite impressed by the move, she blushed a little and gave him a quick kiss and a quiet “thank you” as he carried her on the bed, set her down, then stepped back.

Red stretched her arms and body out on the platform bed, twisting and arching, making a show of her naked body in a move that was a visual invitation to all of the men watching. She was getting comfortable so they could fuck her one after another.

Even with his limp cock, David felt her pull of passionate desire for the healthy former surfer. Red was hot, she had worked hard to stay really good looking since she lost her leg. None could fault the results of her specialized workout drill that kept her body in tip-top shape.

Sam then addressed the guys. “If you read the story you know what ... or actually who ... comes ... next. You also know the rules, and about the timer, lawyers and coders are all about rules. You can request a shift of position if you want, but it is always ‘ladies choice’ and we will all start with missionary on the bed. Your assignment is to put a smile on her face. You know who goes first ... Bill?” He acknowledged with a wave, “ ... Bill is first, the rest can gather around ... friendly hands would be appreciated. Second up is Keith, then Phil, Ed, and last up is Wiretop. She can invite Wiretop for cleanup duties when she wants. After the first round things open up a bit, ask nice and she might say “yes.” Any questions? No? Then carry on. Make our designated special girlfriend du jour feel your appreciation.”

Like Red, the men left their robes on the chairs, they gathered around Red’s bed very quickly. She had a “glowing, can’t wait to meat you” smile for each of them, spiced with a quick glance as she gave a light tug to their equipment. She could not help herself, she had to touch them, their wonderful penetrating flesh so hot and ready for her thanks to Rose. It was all good: hard, with plenty of variety, not too big, not too small. No chit-chat or foreplay needed, they were all ready for her to enjoy. All showing plenty of pre-cum. She knew who Bill was so she took his hand and positioned herself for him, she could adjust the height slightly. He wasted no time presenting his cock to her pussy. Their juices mingled as she ran his tip up and down her valley.

“Very nice to meet you,” he said as she carefully placed his cock at her entrance, moving his cockhead into entry position, being friendly. They both found her juices running freely. Even though he was married his desire burned and he obviously wanted to get things going. She liked that. The instructions emphasized that she knew what she wanted and assumed he would act accordingly. But like most guys, Bill was not in the habit of just ‘sticking it in’ without an ‘okay’ from the lady.

She whispered to him, as she held herself open, “You come highly recommended. I am a pretty lucky girl. Go ahead, start my night right and stick it in me so we both feel good.”

As Bill pushed his cock partway into her he responded, “I feel like I am the lucky one, you are hot...” He needed to pull out and push in again, “ ... much hotter than I expected from the story or your picture.” He started stroking, his face said that he thought it was too soon, but he could not resist. Well, she was on an express pace herself.

“Go ahead, I have been looking forward to this for days.” She was delighted at the combined reaction and the movement. She was very wet inside and that helped so much.

Sam and Red had talked about a timing device, finally they settled on one. Part of the thinking was exactly this situation, nice guys wanted to be sure and were used to normal girls, who liked to talk. These were all nice guys, but Red was not a normal girl. So Red glanced at the miniature hourglass, smiled, and then turned it over meaning “permission granted to proceed. Do me.” Bill was “on the clock” for his chance to make her happy.

Bill reacted exactly as expected, he started to enjoy her using his cock in the ‘respectful but moderate’ style he used with Rose and the others at the wife exchange.

It was very nice, Bill was well trained. Red gave a little encouragement and direction. “Oh yes, that is very nice ... Bill. It is very nice to meet you as well. Do you think...” The other men gathered around were touching her, but they were confined to “safe” areas. She took one of her breasts in her hand and held it up to Bill.

Bill wasted no time giving her breast the treatment his wife called “number one,” a combination of sucking, licking, moving his mouth around and generally mapping out what worked, and what really worked for her.

At this point Bill had lost all awareness of the amount of leg that Red was missing. Well, he had to turn to see it. She felt and looked amazing, plus she reacted to every move his cock made inside like a dream come to life. It was much more than he expected from a young, shapely, beauty of a top-level computer geek who probably knew his home computer’s search history. During the last week he did a lot of searches for redheads on the porn sites.

Red liked the experience and settled back to let her body enjoy the ride. As usual she tried to immerse herself in the pleasure - it was very good. There was also a nice “background noise” of the other guys feeling her body, getting bolder where they visited. But her overachieving brain insisted on cycling through thoughts and memories. As she did she recalled her frequent thought that she never met the good guys because all the good ones were married. The obvious conclusion was that she might as well enjoyed these married guys while they were here for her, playing at being her boyfriends and lovers, the best of a year’s worth in one night. She knew how sex was employed by the law firm, it struck her as very clever, the men focused on their jobs with sex being a need that was pleasantly filled “at the office” so they could concentrate on work during the day and their wives at night, while still enjoying the variety that mammals naturally crave.

That led to a related thought. This was LA, the odds were that someday, one of these men might email her because his wife had found a distraction, somebody who was more flexible bout meeting her needs. This type of thing was an epidemic in LA. The husband would naturally thing of his own options. That seemed a promising idea so she refocused on the physical act Bill was pleasuring her with.

As Bill drove her ready body toward the heights she told herself that it would be good to get such a call or email from Bill. She was not a home-wrecker, but if his wife crossed the line he was good at winding her up.

Of course, all this assumed that things did not work with Phil. He was good in her memory, they had been close once, and she would give him a try. But men changed. So she decided to focus on being with Bill for a time.

The other guys were all gathered around, close enough to touch her but nobody wanted to be first to cross the line to private flesh. To encourage them she gave a glance at Keith and Phil. They were cautious as they put their hands on her, but when she smiled up at them they began to take more liberties. Keith began to finger her face and her ear and cheek, while her eyes guided Phil to her nipple and breast. Their actions encouraging the others to join in, just like in the story. Wiretop wasn’t shy, he slipped a hand under her butt to caress her, he knew what she liked. Ed was bold enough to touch her belly below the navel, he stayed out if Bill’s way, but his touch was intimate in a way most weren’t, he was guided by some emotional desire so his caress felt special to her.

Red didn’t think it could get this good this fast.

The trio in the front of the room watched things get started with Red, then they had other things to attend to. Sam and David switched ends of Rose to help themselves to what they wanted. Sam wanted Rose’s creampie, so she lowered herself into position between Rose’s legs and led with her tongue, lapping at the mixed juices flowing from Rose. At the same time, at Rose’s urging, David wasted no time getting his messy soft cock between Rose’s lips, she loved to clean her juices off him like this because it was so easy to work with, she could get it all in and play with it like a total oral slut.

Rose really wished there was a “take your slutty daughter to work” day at the law office. She would love to make service calls to various lawyers calling for relief, and she knew that some other folks, young wives plus a few of the other of-age daughters, who would be interested in such a day.

Rose’s taking his cock into her mouth put David is a fixed position where he couldn’t move much. But as he watched the action, at both ends of the room, he could not help but think about how everybody in the room had seen him fuck and climax - including the money shot - in his own daughter. Was anything more politically incorrect? This was LA, it wasn’t like Salt Lake City or Hogs Hole Arkansas (the late Brother Church’s hometown and religious center where patriarchs ruled and did as they pleased with female kin who were taught to be obedient and “of good cheer” when a male asked for them in any way). He was amazed at both the physical sensation he felt during the act - his cock felt huge among other things - but even stronger was the emotional charge that came with completing the sin openly before an audience. Next he was going to turn his precious daughter over to these people to use as they willed, like a slut, in what could only be described as a willing gang-bang with nice guys ... that is, lawyers and geeks.

It was a collection of several different, and perhaps conflicting feelings he had a hard time making sense of. Did he love Rose or was it just lust, maybe about her bottom? Was watching her enjoy other guys an expression of love or indifference? Would he still want Rose after he saw a few of the other cocks had pumped their cum into her body, soiling her inside and out, getting her off? Soiling her body and mind? Would it matter if she got off with them? If he saw her get off? Would the memory of tonight excite him or depress him tomorrow? Or a week from tomorrow?

In all that he recognized that this arrangement was so he could make up his mind about the auction/orgy idea for the next social. The few people her talked to favored it, but he did not know in his own mind where he was about giving up his daughter to such a scene.

Then he heard Red moaning her great appreciation for what Bill was doing to her. The girl had a set of lungs, and the sound said she was having a real good time, which made him feel good. The sound was magical, it aroused him, emotionally, far more than he thought possible. The sound of a woman enjoying sex ... he realized how powerful it was. It did not seem like it had been going on that long. Was Bill really good or something? David had sent his daughter to Bill’s bed overnight twice already, and planned to do it again by year end. She spoke highly of him as a lover and requested him. But if the guy was so good, had he done that all night with his Rose? Was he spoiling her?

Sam had also heard Red’s passionate cry, and Rose gave a chuckle at the sound even with her dad’s cock in her mouth.

David had to ask Sam, “Is Bill really that good? Or is it something about Red?”

Sam pulled away from Rose’s pussy. “Red is about average ... but give her a little Pink and a Red Bull and she is a regular firecracker ... she does not get out much. Coding is her first love, and as a lover it is pretty demanding time-wise, I have known her to go 60 hours, snatching naps of an hour or two of sleep along the way, and emerge with a smile. So her pussy is tight, and when she does get a guy who shows her a better time, or hits the right spots, it does not take her long to light up bright. But when she get into the pink her priorities flip, she gives all that coding focus to the sex. So she is a LOT hotter enjoying guys. By tomorrow she will probably not remember his name.”

“You have not given her ... I mean ... the Pink...”

“Well, yeah, that was part of the deal. Normally she is death on drugs, one of her hobbies is fracking up drug deals negotiated online. But she only gets dummies that way. Anyway, Pink is special - recall it is technically a vitamin, grown organically, so she tells herself it a vegetable. Between the two us we call it orchid dust, we have a reason to believe it may be based on orchids. So she makes an exception. Okay, she knows that Grass and Cocaine are organic to, but so are neurotoxins, they all fuck a person up. Orchid dust in moderation is like sugar, something the body is designed to use in moderation. We all rationalize.”

Sam stopped a moment to think of a way to make the next point.

“People say they need a clear mind to see. Well, if most people can think 500 yards with clear mind, then Red’s mind can think about 2,000 yards clearly. Okay, maybe that is not the best way to say it, but you get the idea. Her mind is crystal clear, obsidian sharp and super aware of drugs. She can tell the effect of somebody smoking weed in the parking garage. Our office and her truck have super-filter systems for her. Her folks didn’t and lived in smog central besides, it was one of the things she hated about living at home, but until I hired her she didn’t have much choice because she has special needs and is too smart to fit a corporate slot. Now, if you don’t mind...” She gestured towards Rose’s pussy and licked her lips. Rose gave him a “please daddy” look.

“Carry on my dears.”

Red’s first round with the guys went about as expected, they all had a good time with her pussy. Bill and Keith got her off wonderfully, but as Red came on their cocks they held fire as requested. They were older, experienced and had the control to do a good job in the time allowed. They also got about the same amount of conversation, which is to say, almost none. Everybody was happy to focus on the slippery parts rubbing together, feeling good. Plus Red’s tits were well-tended by both.

When Phil joined her on the bed everything changed. They knew each other as friends and surfing buddies. In those days, before they knew the pleasure of sex, they thought nothing could be better than catching the perfect wave. But that was a long time ago, half their life.

They both knew that this date was, in part a setup to see if they sparked, to see if Red could mend the hole in Phil’s heart and if Phil could add another dimension and some real emotion to Red’s life, maybe increasing her sex life.

Phil said, “Hey pretty lady, it has been awhile.” He looked down her body with some appreciative lust. “I must say, I have not seen you like this, and you are looking good.”

Red signaled him to stick his cock in, but she also responded. “Actually you did see me dressed like this ... or at least you should have, but maybe you were distracted and didn’t notice. Don’t you remember Little Beach? Oh fuck yes, that cock feels very good. Why didn’t we ever do this before?” She reached for the timing hourglass, then made a point of leaving it on it’s side. This might take a little longer.

Officially there are no nude beaches in Hawaii. However, Little Beach on Maui (on the western shore of the southern lobe of the island) is unofficially a beach were nudity has been tolerated, mostly for native families. At the time it was hard to get to, as there was no road, just a very rough trail. (This was before the turn of the century.) Even driving on the unimproved trail voided the car rental agreement, and anything but a Jeep would leave parts behind. In addition, local surf groups have always “kept an eye” on the beach, discouraging visits from non-natives disturbing the “vibe” for local traditional families using and area. In the isolated location the locals could exercise some power, and the authorities looked the other way.