PART EIGHTEEN: Halleluiah!
CHAPTER ONE, New Jobs
The party was turned out to be the apex of activity in the loop that year. No, they didn't stop, they just didn't have any more massive parties. They kept it to small, intimate gatherings. The partner swap was great for one day, but (other then the Emily Porter and Sally Burton) most folks were fucked out after one day. Three days had been a rather ambitious goal.
Patrice O'Neil already knew she had the position when the president of the bank called her in to give her that news. She knew, but it was good to have it confirmed. It was Wednesday, the last day of the swap, and she wanted to celebrate with her husband. Her swap partner, David Burton, had gone home the day before, but Jason was still at the Porter house enjoying the mother and daughter combination.
What the hell, she'd celebrate with her husband and a couple other people.
It was Robert who answered the door when Patrice rang the bell. He was wearing a robe, and his bare feel suggested that he was totally nude beneath it.
"Hi," he said, brightening at the sight of his new assistant. "I didn't congratulate you properly at the office." With that, he swept her into his arms and kissed her passionately while clutching her ass in both hands. "Take your clothes off," he said, then.
"What?"
"It's Naked Day," he said as he loosened the belt on his robe and removed it to reveal his half-hard penis, glistening with somebody's juices. "My daughter's idea. Get naked or don't come in."
The front door was still wide open at this time. Robert was standing naked with a stiffening penis where anybody passing might see him. Patrice balked at first, but then realized that everybody on this block was in on it, so she stripped rapidly and stood naked with her boss.
"There," Robert said, closing the door and leading her inside. "I'll get you some wine, and you get comfortable on someone."
In the living room, Patrice saw that Emily was on her knees with Jason taking her from behind and Paul Burton's cock in her mouth, while her daughter lay sprawled on the couch watching them. Both men were grinning and moaning as Emily bounced between them.
"Hey, Patrice," Jason called out happily. "You got the job! Great!"
"Yes, and I though it might be nice to celebrate. It looks like you're having a pretty good party already."
"Sure are," he said. "Come on in and grab a dick."
"Yes, absolutely," Robert said as he handed her a glass of wine and then returned to what he had been doing before answering the door.
What he had been doing was fucking his daughter.
Patrice's eyes were glued on Robert as he returned to his daughter's arms. She watched closely as Elaine reached to take her father's cock in her hand, stroking slowly and pulling him to her mouth. Robert cupped his daughter's pubic mound, rubbing in circles, and then slipped two fingers inside, much to his daughter's gasping delight.
Patrice's pussy grew wet as she watched them. She knelt on the floor beside them and finished her wine quickly. Elaine took her father's cock into her mouth all the way to the base of it as she stroked his balls. Robert was returning the favor with three fingers in her cunt, pumping into her like a cock.
"Oh, Daddy," Elaine sighed. Patrice's pussy contracted at the sound of those words said in that breathless tone. She could almost hear herself saying it in the same matter at the same age. "Put your cock in me, Daddy," Elaine said. "Cum inside me."
Patrice's breath caught in her throat as a memory she had long sought to suppress came to the surface of her mind. Her father, naked, standing outside the door to his own bedroom after Patrice's mother had kicked him out. "Jesus, Harold, quit asking. I told you before," her mother shouted, slamming the door. Patrice had only gotten a brief glimpse of her mother's large breasts swaying over the small pot of her belly before the door closed. Her father's body was on much better display. His penis was hard and huge.
"Hey, baby, I'm sorry," her father called out. "Really."
Patrice was eighteen at the time and freshly home from a date that had ended with a quick fuck on the reclining passenger seat of her boyfriend's car, and she was ready for more. Now, she felt a strange mixture of lust and pity as she watched her father's cock slowly begin to wilt. Her mother's personality was mercurial at best, and this wasn't the first time her dad had done or said something she didn't like and she called the whole thing off. Patrice had heard it happen many times, but this was the first time she was in the hall to see it happen.
Elaine was sucking her father's cock quickly before letting him take it down to follow her instructions. Sucking her father's cock.
Her father's cock. Elaine was doing just as Patrice had done that night. She rushed up and knelt to take him into her mouth before he could say a word. Her father was shocked and backed away, but there was a wall in the way and he didn't want to risk any noise.
"Let me help," Patrice whispered. She held him by the legs and tilted her head to take his cock inside without gripping it. She sucked her mother's juices away, and delighted her father with her tongue as he quit struggling and stood stroking his daughter's hair. What she was doing was what he'd requested and that had gotten him booted from the bed.
Her father stood rigid against the wall, eyes squeezed shut, his fingers twisted into his daughter's hair, as he released a torrent of semen into her mouth. She swallowed all that he gave her, and was smiling up at him when he opened his eyes again. Smiling at him with a small dribble of cum down her chin and drips of it on her blouse.
"Oh, God," he said, and then rushed away to the bathroom.
That was the only time it happened. He drew away from her after that, never allowing them to be alone together. When he looked at her after that, she thought she could see shame in his eyes.
And now she was watching Robert Porter slide his cock into his daughter's eager pussy and kiss her as they fucked on the couch. Father and daughter. No shame.
Patrice had pushed that memory far down in her mind, willing herself to forget and just believe that her father was a naturally distant man. But she could never really forget. And now, of course, the memory was back in force, and when Patrice took her fingers down to her wet pussy and began pleasuring herself, it was as much the memory of her father's cock in her mouth as the scene before her that made her cum.
"Hold on, everybody," Emily said then. "It's Patrice's big day. We should be giving her our presents. What would you like, Patrice?"
Patrice thought a moment, smiling. "I want to suck your husband's cock," she said. "And I want this young man's cock in my pussy."
"Paul," the youth grinning boy introduced himself.
"Paul's cock in my pussy. Then, when they're going good, I want my husband to shove his big cock in my ass and fuck me hard."
"What a great present," Elaine proclaimed, her father's cock still inside of her.
"Okay, boys," Emily commanded. "You heard the lady. Go give her a good fucking."
They wasted no time approaching her, and she wasted no time getting Robert's cock in her mouth and tasting Elaine's juice on it. Paul lay on the floor between her legs and pulled on her hips until she lowered herself onto his hard rod. Patrice squatted, humping herself on the cock beneath her while sucking greedily on the one in front of her. After a couple minutes, she was rewarded by a new set of hands on her hips, and the head of a new cock pressing against her anus. She shifted a bit, and Robert sat beside Paul's feet so that she could suck him even while her husband was slamming into her so hard that he threatened to push her off of Paul's cock beneath her.
Emily and Elaine sat watching, smiling broadly. They were so intent on the sight before them that they almost didn't hear the knocking at the door. But Elaine did hear it and stood. "I'll get rid of them," she promised as she hurried to he door and put on the robe her father had been wearing when Patrice arrived.
She didn't recognize the woman standing on the step, but knew she couldn't see anything unless she actually entered the house.
"Hi," Elaine said. "Can I help you?"
"I'm Lois Whitman," the woman said, seeming ill at ease. "Kelly's mother. Is your mother at home?"
"Yeah, but she's busy," Elaine said, warily. There was no way this visit was good.
"I can wait," Mrs. Whitman said. She was a fairly small woman but with nicely sized breasts and a fine, cushion of ass behind her. Her hair was dark, sprinkled with gray, and she wore cat's eye glasses that gave her a rather old school, 50's look. "Let me come in. It'll only take a second."
She had come on a mission, and, though she felt foolish, she wasn't going to be stopped until she completed the task of guarding her daughter's virtue. Or, at least, checking up on it. And so she stepped in just a bit, hoping Elaine would step aside. When she did that, she could see Patrice's clothing scattered on the floor just inside the door.
"What?" she began, but was interrupted by a man's low growl of pleasure and she looked to catch a glimpse of the foursome on the floor of the living room. "Oh, Goodness!" she exclaimed, pushing past Elaine and storming into the room. "Oh, Goodness!" she repeated and stood with her mouth open and eyes wide while the people on the floor continued with their activity as though she hadn't burst in on them.
Robert, the groaning man, was just cumming and, as he began to do so, he opened his eyes. When he saw the prim woman in her neatly tailored suit, he pulled back in surprise, his cock popping free of Patrice's mouth so that several shots of cum hit her face.
"Who are you?" he asked, and his daughter replied, "Lois Whitman."
The sound of that name brought both Jason and Patrice's attention around to the woman and they returned the woman's shocked stare.
"Patrice?" Mrs. Whitman broke the silence. "Patrice?"
"Hi, Mrs. Whitman," Patrice said, hoping the cum on her face wasn't too noticeable. "What are you doing here?"
"I'd ask you the same thing, but I can very well see what you're doing."
Suddenly, Lois felt her knees grow weak, and she had to sit heavily in an arm chair, still staring as Jason pulled his cock out and Patrice sat to the side of Paul, his cock standing rigid in the air.
For a moment, that was all anybody could do, stare at each other. Then Elaine giggled and tossed the robe aside. "Would you like some wine?" she asked.
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About a half hour earlier, Kelly Whitman had come out of the bathroom and seen her mother leave her bedroom and go to her own room.
What was her mother doing in her room? And then Kelly thought of her bedroom and the blouse she'd wadded up and thrown under her chair.
Rushing to her room, Kelly saw that her mother had found the blouse and examined the cum stains on it. Damn! She had intended to wash it but forgot. Now it was far too late.
Kelly's mother appeared at her doorway wearing her severe suite and a scowl. "Where you at the Adam's house the whole time they were at the hospital?" she asked.
"I . . . That is, I . . ."
"You what? Where did you go?" Lois Whitman didn't sound angry, but she did sound determined. Kelly knew she'd have to say something.
"I, uh, well Elaine Porter lives across the street. The neighbor girl watched the baby, and I went over to see something at Elaine's house.
"And how did the neighbor girl happen to . . . well, never mind. Kelly's mom left the house saying only, "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."
