Friday Saturday

Follow on to Monday ... Day 75

What happens when Stay - at - home is relaxed, even a little?

A little freedom can go a long way

All participants are 18+, is some cases very +

Friday

Well, Tuesday the Governor announced he'd be allowing a partial re-opening of the state beginning Friday.

Cafes and restaurants could have 50% capacity, bars and lounges 33%.

Barbers and salons could take clients. Gyms and other small business could only have 25% capacity.

But the big one for us was he'd allow small groups of up to ten - as long as they practiced social distancing, and wore masks.

"Ten?" The wife said; "I know of at least seven we could get together with. We could set it up for Friday night."

"Who do you have in mind?" I asked Susan.

"Well Marie and Jerry for sure."

"Okay, counting us, that's four."

"Fred and Joleen ... and their kids."

"That's eight."

"How about Mr. Ferguson? I think he's been really lonely since his wife passed last year."

"Okay, but why Ferguson?'

"That dirty old man is always trying to get a look down my blouse or up my skirt. I think it's time to give him the full show."

"So you're not just planning this as simple neighborhood get together."

"Oh, it'll be a get together, I just hope it isn't simple. We will make it a potluck though, I'd rather not do all the cooking."

"Okay, we'll supply burgers and drinks, I'm sure Jerry has the smoke. What about the masks and distancing?"

"Everyone shows up in masks, and we have the dinner on the deck and everyone is playing legal. Then we move into the house, and I plan on being as close to several people as I possible can."

"To the point of melding?"

"No, to the point of fucking, sucking, fingering and ass licking. I love you honey, but I need some new cock. Just like I'm sure you want a piece of Marie, and Cheryl, and maybe even Joleen."

"Are you kidding? Of course I want Joleen. She's a squirter. Probably can shoot ten - fifteen feet in clear air."

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. Swear on a bible, saw her do a good six, and Randy was blocking part of it."

"Okay, let's do this. I'll notify the wives, you talk to Ferguson, Jerry and Fred."

Saturday (late, very late)

Shit, my head hurts. And my back. I think I have a crink in my neck - I wonder if I can get into the chiropractor on Monday.

I may have broken my dick. I've never seen it so floppy. And it's tender.

Susan is in the kitchen. Humming. How is it that a woman can fuck every man in the room - twice, eat and be eaten by three different women, get doubled once, suck cock until her jaw won't close, and then get up the next

Fuckin'

day as if nothing much happened?

Okay, so just what did happen? Let's see if I can remember.

Fuck my head hurts.

~~

Everyone was invited over at five, so Susan began preparing the house at ten am. I had work, so just stayed in my office.

A bit before two she announced she would be getting a bath and getting ready.

"Yeah, okay. I will too in a while."

I'd decided that as much as I liked (hell I was proud) my beard, I'd shave it as a surprise. I kept the moustache 'cause it lent a hint of dash to my face. And if it got long enough I could twirl the ends when 'in thought'.

She came swirling in at a quarter to five, just as beautiful as ever. I handed her a rum and coke and smiled as her face lit up; "You shaved! Did you do that just for me? Thank you darlin'. Are you planning on offering mustache rides?"

I twirled the (imaginary) ends of my 'stache.

She did a quick spin, looking over her shoulder; "Notice anything?"

Now, we'd told everyone the dress code for the night was casual - very casual - so all Susan wore, besides sandals, was a loose, low cut blouse and a pair of thin shorts. Of course she'd done her hair and makeup and I complimented her, but that wasn't it.

It was obvious she was bra less - her nipples stuck out like erasers.

"No silly, look closer." And she placed a foot on my chair. Automatically I ran a hand up her leg. It took a moment to realize it was smooth as silk.

I looked up into her smiling face. "You're not the only one that can pull a surprise. Oh, and I'm not wearing panties."

I was just about to explore for myself when the first of the neighbors arrived.

~~

Let's see ... Ferguson was the first to arrive, but Jerry and Marie were right behind him. I welcomed them in, of course my eyes were all over Marie. Shit, she just had on some kinda shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. With huge side cuts.

I thought Ferguson was going to faint when she bent forward and we saw all of a tit from the side. But he just looked up at me and smiled. Then he rearranged himself. I heard Susan gasp behind me, looked back at him and realized his package reached half way to his knee. She grabbed my arm and squeezed. Hard.

He just looked at her, didn't say anything, but his eyes promised her something good.

Marie looked around saying; "Wut?"

Susan dragged her to the kitchen where there was some serious whispering. Marie peeked around the corner and mumbled something that sounded like; "Holllyyy Shit!"

~~

I was handing out drinks when Fred, Joleen and the kids arrived. Now, Fred's a big guy; maybe 6-3 or 4, and an easy 250. But he's solid. Works construction. Big hands and a big smile. I don't think I've ever heard a mean word from him.

His wife is a big girl, but Joleen works out and jogs, so there's no fat on her, just a fabulous shape with legs that went straight to heaven.

Cheryl is like her mother; big, but softer with an extra layer on her. If she exercised like her mother, I bet she could be a model. A plus size of course, but just the same ...

Randy, on the other hand was, as the saying goes, thin as a rail. Nearly as tall as his dad. but maybe half the weight. And from what I'd seen from the window, ten percent of his weight was in his dick.

~~

Gawd, I need a drink. Or a smoke. Something to ease my fuckin' head.

~~

So, we had burgers and everything they brought, a couple drinks, chatted. You know the standard back yard shit. Along about eight Marie pipes up; "Uh, Ferguson ... Susan says you have a big dick. Is that true?"

Okay, that's a bit blunt, but that's also Marie.

Of course all eyes turned toward him, and he blushed a bit. He stood, and without a word unfastened his shorts. All the women leaned forward. He dropped them and a group gasp went up. Even the men.

The guy has a horse dick! Reached damn near to his knee. And he was only half-hard. I looked around and all the women were licking their lips.

Jerry and I looked at each other and shrugged; we only had six or seven inches. I just figured nothin' I could do about it.

Of course Marie laid claims right away: "I want to ride that bad boy first."

"I must warn you," said Ferguson, "no woman has ever taken the whole thing."

"Ever?"

"My wife and I were swingers for a few years, I never did meet a woman that could go all the way on it. Basically, the last few inches are just wasted."

"What about when you pee?" Yeah, that was Jerry.

"Gotta be careful, keep it outta the water." Ferguson laughed at his old joke.

~~

Well, with the ice broken, we all paired off: Marie went to work on Ferguson's meat, Susan grabbed Fred, Jerry had Cheryl, and I put Joleen on the couch and dove right into her pussy.

For such a big woman, her quim was small. But sweet. And it didn't seem to be artificial. Just sweet. I wanted to take my time, savor the moment, but she grabbed my head and pushed me straight in.

What else could I do? I ate. I dined. I supped. And licked, sucked, chewed, and anything else I could do. But when she came ... Damn! Just the memory of those thighs clamping shut, my face buried chin deep in her pussy, and then she came.

Into my mouth, up my nose, all over my face. It's a damn good thing I shaved. The thought that I might die between those thighs flashed through my brain. Just about the time I was going to pass out, she opened up. Air. I could get air.

She wiped my face with her discarded blouse. "Are you okay? Fred can go several minutes in there. I forgot for a moment that you're not used to me coming."

"Joleen, that's something I've never done before. But I'm quite willing to keep on practicing if you are."

~~

I looked around while catching my breath. Marie was trying to ride Ferguson, but you could see she was being careful. It looked like she was going only half way down.

He was being careful with her, I appreciated that; I didn't want her broken. She's my second favorite fuck.

Jerry had Cheryl on her back and was mauling her tits while pounding into her. She had him by the ass and kept pulling him into her cunt hard and fast. She kept moaning; "More, give me more ..."

Fred had Susan on her hands and knees and was fucking her deep and slow. Every time he pulled back she'd lift her head, and when he pushed in she'd drop it. And no wonder, he had a big cock. Not long like Ferguson, but fat.

I wondered how Joleen could take it with her tight hole.

Randy seemed to be left out of the pairings, so was wandering around looking for a hole he could use. He tried Jerry's butt, only to be warned: "Boy, you try butt fuckin' me, and I'll show you what a real one feels like."

Joleen took pity on him and sucked him off while I was plowing(?), pumping(?), what the hell do you call a pussy that's so fucking wet it feels like you're fucking a running hose? And just as fucking tight.

~~

After a while all us guys were spent, tired, fucking shagged out, so we were doing some smoke while watching the women form a circle and eating each other out.

They rolled around like that for a while, one or the other cumming all over the place.

Shit, I'm gonna have to clean the carpet. And the couch - the damn thing is all kinds of sticky.

Joleen was worth it.

Soon they came after us again. Not that anybody was trying to get away.

Marie got double teamed by Fred and Randy - they looked well practiced - she looked to be in some heaven of her own.

Jerry and I will have to remember that.

Susan was taking Ferguson doggy style. I hoped he was just as careful with her 'cause that is my favorite pussy.

I was fucking Cheryl from behind. She's just as tight as her mother, and almost as wet.

How the hell do they take Fred's fat fuck pole?

But I'll tell you, she was just as tight and just as wet and just as enthusiastic as her mother, and she had a gripping pussy like none I've ever felt before.

So I was plowing her from behind, my cock as deep as I could go, my hands mauling her tits, giving her everything I had, And she was taking it.

I think that's when my dick got broken. Even after we'd both come and I'd gone pretty soft, I couldn't slid out. It was only when she sighed and slid to the floor that I popped out.

~~

I don't remember much more of the night. I did more smoke, had a couple R&C, fucked somebody else, ate some one, maybe two, and passed out.

~~

Susan tells me I missed the best part. It seems Cheryl took Ferguson all the way. She says Cheryl deep throated him, then turned 'round, and on hands and knees took all eleven inches. She says Cheryl was braying like a wild ass, and bucking like crazy, but Ferguson was in and couldn't do anything but hang on.

I don't wonder why.

~~

Looking around, I see a blouse here, shorts over in the corner, a sandal by the door.

I'd say last night was a success.

~~

Susan just brought me some breakfast. I didn't know I was hungry until then, but I definitely put it all away.

She came back in with more coffee, and sat beside me.

After looking down at the sticky couch, she smiled and said; " I think last night went well, don't you?"

"Yeah, but it'll take me awhile to recover, that Cheryl has a vise grip in her pussy. I think she broke my dick."

"Aww, poor baby. Let Susie fix it for you."

And she gave me the softest blow job I ever had. Until I got hard.

Then she jumped up, opened her legs and slid down my pole.

And then we cuddled into a slow careful lovemaking.

"I wonder," she said after a while. "In seven or eight months, how many baby girls are going to be named Rona?"

~~~

All the women have to try Ferguson, none can take more than two thirds.