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The following week was quiet after Brad and Marjorie Reese had succumbed to the sexual whims of the three teenagers in our household. Misty did not go home during the week; her parents were away. The rest of us were blessed. She was unusually affectionate.
Brad and Marjorie had joined us for a nonsexual dinner on Monday night, and they were traveling Tuesday through Friday morning, albeit in different directions in the country.
No one broached the elephant in the room at Monday’s dinner – namely, what had occurred on the previous night. We just had a nice supper, mostly from leftovers from our Sunday night feast.
Marjorie called one evening mid-week and asked whether we could all have another group dinner on Friday night. She even mentioned that she was glad it was the start of the weekend so that no one felt they would have to get up early the next day. I thought her voice had a happily lilt to it.
Misty’s two parents arrived at five o’clock Friday afternoon. Brad commented that he’d worked from home most of that day after returning early from a trip to Denver very late the previous night. They both seemed happy and eager for our dinner and socializing.
Once the cocktail and dinner hour was underway, Marjorie said, “I just want you all to know that both Brad and I have thought and talked a lot about what happened here last Sunday night. I specifically mean all the revelations we made to each other. Even though we were in different cities, the two of us spent hours on our phones in the evening talking about ‘things’.”
Everyone got very quiet. A few forks paused in mid-air waiting for the bomb to drop.
She went on, “We just want to say that we approve of how you’re living, of what you’re doing for Misty in your family, and of the arrangement you’ve created. It was a difficult decision to handover our daughter into a sexual relationship, but we know it’s also a loving relationship and that made all the difference to us.
“We were also pleased to have been included Sunday night in the sexual loving ... and ... we’d like to be included more frequently – every night or several nights a week if we’re not traveling.”
Doug was the first that broke into a wide grin and said, “Wow. Great.”
Joan smiled in welcome.
My heart had been beating wondering what direction things would go. I couldn’t have asked for anything greater. I had really liked my time with Marjorie, and she was basically telling us she liked the time with us and wanted it to continue unabated.
Penny said in an eager tone, “That’s great. Yes. You are welcome here as much as you can be. I already liked you and thought you were great parents. Now, we’re also lovers, and I can’t get enough of you two.”
Misty smiled, “Thank you mom and dad. Can I assume that your desire to be with this family also includes a desire to have a new relationship with your daughter – both of you? I kind of sprung that part of things on you oon Sunday without talking beforehand and we never talked about it after until now.”
Brad responded before Marjorie formed her thoughts. “Absolutely. Making love to you was the best nights of my life ... except for all the times I’ve been with your mother.” He shot an awkward smile at his wife.
Marjorie and a couple of others laughed. She said, “Right answer.” She was sitting next to him and kissed his cheek in obvious reward for attitude.
He went on, “Matt, I appreciate the relationship you have with Penny. You love her. I love my daughter. Now, we love them in a romantic and physical way, and I confess I feel love for both of them.” He looked down the table and added, “And for you, as well, Joan. I am hopeful we can continue to be with all of you in every way possible. If not, now is the time for open communication with us so our expectations remain in line with yours.”
I got up and went around the table and hugged Marjorie and patted Brad on the back in a manly way. I wanted to demonstrate physically that we were welcoming them the way they’d just outlined. Joan and Penny were right behind me full of kisses and hugs. We all said, “Welcome to the extended family.”
Misty had tears in her eyes. She was at the edge of crying, “This is one of the happiest days in my life. I just love big families, especially ones that really love each other and make love with each other.”
Marjorie and Misty hugged, too. Even Doug got in on it since he was sitting next to Marjorie. They got into a real clutch and French kiss. Doug was apparently a great kisser.
Marjorie panted as they broke apart, “I always did want a teenage boy. Now, I suddenly have one and he’s my lover, too.” The two kissed again.
Penny laughed, “After dinner, please. We still have to serve dessert.”
After the dinner table returned to normal, Marjorie asked the teens, “What does it seem like at school? I mean you’re all so sophisticated and experienced in sex now, and I’m guessing you’re far ahead of your classmates on that score.”
Penny tried to answer, “There are several different kinds of discussions in the sexual arena at school. First, there are those that have never had sex and they’re full of questions and concerns that seem totally irrelevant to me now. A few of them even talk about masturbation and how to enhance the experience. I pay slightly more attention to those discussions; it’s given me some ideas to bring home.
“I think that the group of virgins is less than half my freshman class. A few kids tried to do an actual survey, used an online app, and learned that about forty percent were inexperienced. The other sixty percent break up into three categories I think.
“There are classmates that have had one or two isolated sexual experiences – and I mean intercourse. They’re just starting to understand the landscape about the role sex plays in enhancing a relationship. They experimented and haven’t gone further.
“There’s a smaller group of us that I think are sexually sophisticated. We’re all routinely having sex with at least one person. To be in this group, though, in my opinion, you have to have had sex with at least two other people so you have some breadth of experience. I put the three of us in this category.
“Last, we have a small group of real sluts in our class. They’ve been sexually active for a couple of years, having started really young. They mostly hang out with older boys – even some of Doug’s classmates. They hang by themselves, but I’ve heard them talking about how to nail that boy or man, even some of the teachers. They do some stuff for shock value, I’m sure.”
Brad said, “Oh, that’d be really bad ... I mean to be a teacher and to get caught fucking an underage student. You’d never be able to work in education again once you got out of jail.”
Misty said, “For that middle class of girls – young women – like ourselves; we all appear to be in some kind of a steady relationship that includes sex, even with college men or guys not in our school. They don’t ask questions about sex, are willing to quietly help the uninitiated, seem to have no concerns or issues about sex and obviously understand its nuances, don’t brag about anything, and stay away from shock value stuff. I figure they’re having sex regularly, enjoy it, and have learned to be cool about it. That’s an embellishment on Penny’s middle group. It deals with the sophistication factor.
Doug said, “Maybe it’s a little different with guys. Some of them pretend like they’re regularly getting pussy when they’re not. They’ve sullied more than one girl’s reputation just for their bragging rights.
“Penny and I talked about one situation like that, and she was just about certain the girl the guy claimed he’d fucked was a shy virgin saving it for her wedding night. I went back to the guy and told him to cut the shit. I told him quietly that a gentleman does not talk about his conquests with anybody else. I think the message got across because he stopped. Of course, I’m bigger than he is, so that may count for something.” He guffawed at his last remark.
About a week later, Joan and Doug left the house to fly to Minneapolis to be with her parents for a week over the Thanksgiving holiday. They were both kind of unhappy because they probably wouldn’t be able to safely be together and they’d miss all of us.
My work slowed down, so I had more time around the house. Penny and Misty were off from school after Tuesday afternoon that week, and Brad and Marjorie were not traveling. We arranged for the two of them to come and live with us for a week so they could get a feeling of what it was like to live in our hypersexual erotic environment fulltime.
We’d talked about our emphasis on sex with Brad and Marjorie. She had quickly determined that the clinical description of what she’d referred to as her nymphomania was exactly what she’d had since puberty. She was hyper focused on all things sexual. Brad said that while he had leanings in that direction, he was mostly along for the ride and loved it. He was an oversexed guy, what the heck.
Our first night with the five of us together Penny and Misty decided to gang-up on Brad to give him ‘The Teenage Daughter Experience’. It was Penny’s idea, of course. Misty would have been content to simply be with her father for another evening. Brad looked happy with the idea, mostly because he hadn’t been with Penny that much.
We had dinner together and then Penny ushered us all into the living room. She and Misty pushed back the two facing sofas and moved the coffee table out of the way. She brought a straight-back chair from the kitchen – the kind that is easy to clean she commented. I wondered.
Misty and Penny stripped away Brad’s clothing, and enough of their own to let him know the direction things were headed. They had Brad sit in the chair, and the next he knew he was tied to the chair with some soft half-inch rope that gave him little opportunity to move arms or legs. By then, his cock has started to rise.
Marjorie and I went to one of the sofas, stripped, and started to make out as we also watched the careful preparations the teens were making.
Penny brought in a new bright blue tarp from the garage and spread out the ten-by-twelve cover over the carpet and floor between the sofas. I now had a feeling about what was going to develop.
Misty went out to the pool patio and came back in maneuvering our queen-size inflatable green air mattress. It was one of the heavy-duty pool toys.
The two teens stood in front of Brad clad only in their thin bras and bikini panties. Penny spoke, “Brad, do you like looking at teenage girls like us when we’re wearing so little clothing?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes. Very much. I think you’re both very sexy not to mention truly beautiful.”
“Do you like watching girl-on-girl action?”
“Very much,” he replied. His eyes almost rolled up in his head at the possibility. Marjorie snickered under her breath. She knew him well.
Penny and Misty immediately went into each other’s arms and started several long kisses. French kisses started and the girls made sure that Misty’s father could see their tongues surging in and out of each other’s mouths and being sucked on. Their hands caressed each other’s breasts and tweaked on nipples, but through the lace of their flimsy bras.
From nowhere, Penny produced a bottle of flavored massage oil. She smiled at Brad and then squirted some from the bottle over Misty’s chest, allowing a generous amount to flow down over each breast. She rubbed the fluid into Misty’s breasts. The oily fluid all but made her bra invisible so her areolas and nipples showed through the thin wet fabric.
Misty returned the favor on Penny, and then they rubbed their bodies together, pretty well oiling up everything on each of them from their panties upward. As the girls kissed, they also unhitched each other’s bras and tossed the wet wads of fabric to a corner of the floor cover.
The two girls lay down together on the green mattress, and started to make out. Penny squirted more oil on Misty, this time saturating her thin bikini panties. Again, the fabric all but disappeared on her body as the liquid saturated the material. Misty’s pubic hair and labia appeared as she rubbed in the fluid. With a subtle turn, she also did Misty’s back and ass, pointing out to Brad the finer points of his daughter’s ass – its firmness, the slight jiggle factor, how it could be spread apart, and more.
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