A new club member

When the water had finally gone cold enough that it could no longer be put off further… the two girls dragged themselves free of its embrace. They wrapped their pruned-up forms in two of the biggest and fluffiest towels imaginable, and headed up to find where the boys had got to. All three other denizens of the house had been hanging off every muffled splash and giggle they heard emerging from that closed door. Sounds too tantalising to ignore, but tormenting to strain for.

Mark and Peter had done their best to clear a little more space amongst the junk, to allow for a second mattress alongside Stacy’s now basically-permanent addition… but the laws of physics within a universe with only three dimensions for space seemed to have got in the way. Lydia laughed openly and honestly at the pair’s baffled and argumentative attempts to bend such limitations to their will. Saying she was quite happy to just share a single, once she could wipe the tears away enough to speak.

“We’ll be just lying here, naked together, between you both…” Offered Stacy, along with a saucy wink.

It seemed foolish that two young men who had already tasted at least some of the fruits of each pudding therein, and admired both bodies at great length… could be made jealous by such a remark. Yet seeing their best friend wrap her arms around the olive skinned marvel she’d brought them, then cover all their shared majesty with a duvet… seemed a crime against all that was holy.

“Don’t be surprised if you wake up to find one of them jacking off over you…” The incorrigible harlot warned. “I’ve always told them they can do it whenever.”

Lydia seemed more intrigued than horrified by this suggestion, yet more proof that she belonged here, amongst perverts of her own variety.

“So you just let them cum all over you, any time they feel like it? How do you ever manage to keep any of your clothes clean?”

Stacy set to work explaining her personal rules on only having blouses that were easy to open, or skirts she could step out of. Which inevitably led into a retelling of many of their adventures, right back to when she had first thrown rocks at Mark for spurting over her. Their new confidant listened intently, gasping and humming approval at all the right places. It might not be the kind of sluttery that she personally would have chosen, but she still appreciated it as an erotic awakening similar to that which she had found. When the time came to present her with the hallowed rules of the ‘Magic Endless Orgy Club’, she offered to sign without a second thought… though with a stipulation on the ‘Stacy rule’ that it only applied while her Master agreed.

Both Mark and Pete were, of course, furiously interested in who this outside commander of all this unlooked-for miracle’s fate was… Yet quickly realised that was not a mystery they could gain access to. Their outlandish false guesses, from ‘Soviet Russia’ to ‘The Disney Corporation’ did serve up some further chuckles though.

Eventually… lights were turned off and voices died down. The ravages of the day taking hold on two girls who had probably collected three pregnancies worth of man-juice between them. Silence descended upon the house, creeping in through the open door of the other bedroom just a little down the hallway. Melanie Jay had retired early, intentionally to let the young men and women have their privacy without feeling babysat or leered at by a tired, old stripper. Yet, sleep had not come… and as she lay there trying to read some cut-price erotica she had found in the bottom of a bargain bin… She couldn’t help but listen in on all these arousing adventures the not-so-innocent, fresh-faced teens were having. It sent her into whirls of arousal she hadn’t felt in years, to imagine them taking those leaps and bounds down paths she had stepped back from so long ago. Why hadn’t she had the confidence they had? To just fantasise something and then commit to it…

It was a question that played upon her nerves, even as she lay in the dark and let her own fingers engage with that same duty too.