Chapter 4

The school year was almost over, so we were running out of time. The first item on our agenda had to be selecting the kids to do the fucking in the high school. Neither Maggie, Opal, nor Amy would be going to high school and Molly was not interested in the job, so we had to come up with new girls.

I asked Vivian Arthur and Angie Livingston if they were interested in the job, and they both jumped at it. OK, that part was solved. As for boys, that took a little longer. I had Maggie and Opal each to suggest a boy, and they had no problems with selecting Bill Tunny and Albert Richards. When approached, both boys agreed, but they wanted to get their parents permission. I thought that was an odd thing for boys to do, but it was no trouble, since all parents were willing.

I set it up with Mom that these four kids would move in with us the week after school was out for the summer. I figured that four weeks with us would be more than enough, then I would send them home and bring in the other four kids from that other middle school. Tentatively, I had them scheduled for four weeks, too, but there was a little more time so that we could push them to as much as six weeks if we had to. This would mean a little overlap into school time, but I wanted to be safe.

It took a little longer to find the right kids, but we were set up with the four middle school kids before the summer break, so we could relax. In all four cases, we did get the parents' permission.

An interesting fashion trend became apparent before school was out. All of the girls who had the Pi tattoo were showing it off by wearing low blouses or tube tops to school and all over town. The boys followed with modified tank tops, cut so that their tattoo showed. It sure did make it easy to find a fuck partner for recess and lunch time.

The demand was so great that Ms Cunningham continued to put down the mats in the gym even after the weather warmed up enough for the kids to go outside. It was either do that, or have the kids outside fucking on the grass playground. Mrs. Olsen was afraid that kind of activity would give the school a bad name, so she modified the rules to let the kids fuck indoors.

The fashion statement appeared to catch on, and, soon, adults were dressing the same way as the kids. I don't know where they met with their fuck partners; I do know that the mayor insisted that no fucking take place on the town Green. Oh, yes, the mayor was one of those recent converts.

The first night that the new kids, Vivian, Angie, Bill, and Albert, showed up, they arrived in time for supper. The weather had warmed up enough that Mom had turned on the air conditioning, but she still left the temperature high enough that it was truly a clothing-optional day. We were now usually nude at home, so it made little difference to us; however, it was a shock to the guests to be met at the door by people wearing nothing but happy smiles.

All four of the kids were regulars at Priapus' Clubhouse and the clothing optional room, so it was easy for them to shed their clothes in the vestibule. They had all brought suitcases, but I didn't expect them to be opened for clothes except when we had to make trips outside of the house.

Mom had supper ready, so all she had to do was serve it when everybody was here. I had not paid any attention to what she was fixing because I knew that it would be good, no matter what it was. However, I was aghast when I saw that the main food items were Bar-B-Cued ribs and corn on the cob. How in the hell were we going to eat those things without dripping sauce and melted butter all over our fronts?

Then I realized what she had in mind. All over our fronts meant all over our tits, pussies, and cocks. There is nothing sexier to me than a nipple and tit smeared with Bar-B-Cue sauce and melted butter. I assume that the women would have similar thoughts. This was going to be the perfect ice-breaker to prepare our guests for the essentially non-stop sex they would be exposed to over the next four weeks.

Supper was a wonderful event. There was a lot of laughter and giggling as one person and then another fought with the drips from the ribs and the corn. Albert even offered to lick all of the tits clean if we ran out of napkins. I wish that I had thought of that!

We sat at the table talking and joking for some time, so that it was time to go to bed before we had moved away. The six girls helped Mom clean up while we boys moved the suitcases upstairs. With so many girls to help with the work, we finished both chores at nearly the same time.

Mom and Ed went to their room, and we kids went to ours. I put us all into no-time for four hours. That was when the size of the bed registered with the new kids. It was really funny to see their eyes pop out when they really saw the bed, and, especially, when they saw the shower.

We were still pretty greasy from the dripping sauce and butter, so we were ready to hit the shower right away. There was a near riot when we all got into the shower at the same time and started washing each other. Naturally, the interesting parts received the most attention as the girls washed the boys and the boys washed the girls. We spent nearly an hour playing in the shower; thank the gods that Mom had the oversized hot water heater installed.

Drying off was not quite as much fun as washing each other, but it signaled what was coming next. I led the crew to the bed and explained what I had in mind. I wanted the new folks to fuck while we watched. And, yes, we were going to be critical, because we wanted to emphasize technique. Our idea was to provide the most pleasant fuck possible without intimidating anybody, so we wanted to make sure that it met Priapus' high standards. I assured them that meeting those standards was well worth the effort.

The conventional fuck for members of Priapus' Club was a double, so that's what they were going for this time. Both Angie and Vivian had now fucked enough that they knew the advantages of the slow climb to the peak, so that was always what they strived for. That was great, because it always seemed what was most satisfactory for the boy.

I observed that Bill tended to stroke too fast in the early stages of the fuck, so I slowed him down and Vivian definitely liked that better. The girls told both Angie and Vivian to be more responsive by moving their hips to meet the deep penetration by their partner. That would give them the most satisfactory pressure on the clit and give the boy the signal that he was doing what was the best for both of them. Overall, we found very little to criticize, and the partners were experiencing very satisfactory fucks.

Both Angie and Vivian peaked at nearly the same time and at what looked to be about the same level. Of course, Bill and Albert continued to stroke as they aimed for that second and ultimate climax. For some reason, Albert had shortened his stroke, and Angie told him about it before I could mention it. Albert lengthened his stroke, and it was clear that both he and Angie liked that better.

Bill and Vivian hit the second orgasm before the other couple, so they went into the usual delightful spasms of the sexually satisfied. Both had screamed at the moment of the break over into orgasm, but I reminded the girls to tell Vivian to make a little more noise because the boys really liked that.

About that time, Albert and Angie crossed the line, and Angie let out a scream that would have pleased any boy, and Albert emitted a grunt of satisfaction that told his partner that she had done a good job. Both boys stayed plugged in until the women collapsed into the customary faint. Then they pulled out with a vocal, "Thank you, Priapus!" that evoked a warm feeling all around.

We waited for the two girls to wake up before holding our critique of the fuck sessions. The first thing all four wanted to say was that they did get more out of the fuck when they tried to do their best for their partner. The experienced girls and I mentioned the things that we thought that they needed to improve, and they all agreed to work on them.