For good or bad, Concentric Circles derives its characters and circumstances from Points of Convergence
Activities continue after the Thornton's pool party in Points of Convergence.
Concentric Circles
By Euclidean
Chapter 1: The Gormans
Wendy woke first the following morning. Sunlight filled the room and she blinked several times as her eyes adjusted to its presence. Rising to a sitting position proved more difficult than usual as every muscle in her body seemed to ache. She massaged her arms in an effort to persuade them to function.
Her husband, Curt, lay sprawled on the bed next to her. His chest rose and fell, so she knew she did not need to call an ambulance. Other than that, he appeared dead to the world. Wendy slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. She checked the small clock they kept in there. It was 10:00 am.
Jennifer would need to be picked up after noon. They might be able to fudge on that a bit without annoying the grandparents too much. She had showered before bed, when they returned from the party, but still felt the need to wipe herself off. When she reached her crotch, she winced. Then she smiled. It had been a good, no great, party.
Stepping back into the bedroom, she paused to take in the sight of her husband laying there in all his naked glory. Curt did not get to sleep in the all-together much anymore with a three-year-old running about in the morning. His dick was flopped over. It looked delicious.
Even in her bruised and exhausted state, she could not resist the vision of a readily available cock. Easing herself onto the bed, she laid on her stomach perpendicular to her prey. She started to reach out with her right hand, then changed her mind. Propping herself on her elbows and scooting forward a little, she bent her head down and extended her warm tongue.
The little redhead used her tongue to scoop up the head of his dick, then closed her welcoming lips around the head. Her lips began a gentle massage just below the crown of Curt's cock while her tongue slowly circled it. A tingle ran down her spine as she felt it stiffen.
As he grew, she took more of the shaft into her mouth, but kept her pace slow and steady. There was no rush, and she loved having her husband's dick in her mouth. As she sucked him, she thought about the events of the day before and a warmth flowed through her body.
She had fucked three guys, including the Heileman's son, and had watched Curt with Pam Landry out on the patio. They had talked. They had talked dirty. Tim Heileman had fucked her into submission and carried her to a lounger to sleep the sleep of the sexually satisfied.
They had talked, she and Tim and Curt and Pam. She remembered asking Tim about his aunt, and his grandmother. He had seemed so at ease. Of course, her pussy was wrapped around his cock at the time. It was wrapped around that magnificent cock. She had asked Curt about her sister.
The pace of her sucking increased and her husband began to stir. His arms moved first as he brought them in toward his body from their splayed position. He uttered a quiet moan of appreciation and tilted his head up slightly to make sure he was not having another dream about yesterday.
Curt watched the red hair bobbing up and down and, almost imperceptibly, began to roll his hips upward to match his wife's rhythm. He propped himself on his elbows.
"Good morning," he said softly.
"Hmm, hmm," she replied.
He let her continue her ministrations, slowly laying his head back on the pillow.
"Damn, that feels good," he said. "Do you want me to do anything?"
It sounded like she said "not yet", but she was hard to understand with her mouth full of dick. He settled back to enjoy the blowjob.
Wendy was going to sit on his face, but decided she wanted to see it instead. She stopped sucking and straddled his hips. She held his cock in place and slowly eased him into her dripping pussy. The Heilemans, and that kid, had done a number on her at the party, so she was not ready to attack Curt like a maniac.
She braced her hands on his chest and rolled her hips more than rising and dropping down. Again, her pace was languid. She smiled down at her husband.
"I'm worn out, but you looked too good to pass up," she told him.
"Thanks, even worn out, you look hot as hell," he replied.
She rode him like this for several minutes. The only sound was their breathing and some noise from the movement of the bed.
"I had a great time at Ann's party," she finally broke the silence.
"That was pretty obvious. So did I," he laughed.
"We did it with teenagers. Oh, my god," she laughed with him.
"It was crazy. Crazy good. Who would have thought?"
"So many options," gushed Wendy.
"You were so sexy riding the Heileman kid's dick out there by the pool," he said as he stared hotly into her eyes.
"How did you like that pussy you were eating? Pam Landry is amazing, huh?"
Curt could sense her grinding becoming more intense.
"She was tasty. And she sucks a mean dick," he offered.
"She can really eat pussy, too," she said. "It was hot fucking Derek with her."
"It was quite a crowd."
"A lot of family members there," she said between breaths. "Were you surprised?"
"Yes, and surprised at how that played out," he admitted.
"Melanie and her son," she said.
"That, for sure."
"Should I have been more shocked, or grossed out?" she asked.
"Maybe. But you weren't. I could tell that from your teasing of Tim, asking him about his aunt and grandmother. That was, um, interesting," he said as he flexed up into her for emphasis.
She giggled a little.
"What?" he asked.
"And you," she said.
"Me what?" he was puzzled.
"I got you, too," she said.
He looked up at her, confused. Perhaps he did not remember, she thought.
"Remember what I asked you?" she asked him.
"What?"
Now she rose up until only the tip of his hard cock still lodged between her pussy lips. She held herself there for a moment, then plunged down violently. Her tender pussy convulsed and she bit her lower lip. She did it again.
"Did you fuck my sister?" she growled.
Her husband had forgotten that part of the poolside conversation. He smiled at her, enigmatically.
"No comment?" he tried.
