Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidental.
All fictional characters participating in any fictional sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
This story will span several chapters and will eventually involve wife swapping, cheating, and incest themes. Be warned.
I have no editor, so all grammar errors are mine, and I apologize in advance. If you want to be an editor, let me know.
MMMMMMF, MF, FF, Orgy, Swinging, Wife, bdsm, Exhibitionism, Voyeur, Incest Themes
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When I was a eighteen, just beginning to grasp the basic concept of sex, I benefited from being shown the ropes by an older woman. I didn't have the fumbling, blind-leading-the-blind experience many young people endured, rather, I was shown what a woman wants and how to give it to her. It was a woman who lived on our street and for whom I worked mowing her lawn every other weekend. She wasn't as old as my mother, but she was old enough that I didn't see her as a potential girlfriend. In fact, it took direct action on her part to clue me in on her interest in me. I was rather naive about girls back then, having not yet mastered the art of flirting, and more important, reading flirts.
Perhaps that was why Shelly loved sex with me so much. Maybe I'm just being conceited, or arrogant, but I always did my best to satisfy her. At least until that first orgy where she saw more possibilities than I could offer. I didn't read her correctly then and I paid the price. Perhaps I was still inept at reading women, even after all these years. After she left, I found myself adrift. I made my way through a string of days focusing on taking care of my boys and keeping the roof over our heads. I told them their mother had found a better place to live and that she wasn't coming back. It might have been cruel to set her up for their wrath like that, but I had no intention of forgiving her even if she did want to come back. I did avoid bad-mouthing her though. I never did like it when divorced couples tried to turn their kids against their ex, and I swore I would never do that. I figured the boys would form their own opinions about her when their mother didn't come back. And she didn't.
Both of my sons grew up, graduated high school, went to college, and started living their own lives. Russel, my youngest, joined the military and is currently serving in a top-secret location. I get emails from him from time to time, and when he can, he comes home. Junior is a successful attorney who loves his wife and kids. And he would hate me if he ever found out that I just fucked his daughter at an orgy full of people young enough to be my grandchildren.
I dragged Raine out of the room full of naked bodies still writhing in sexual bliss. "Where are your clothes? We've got to go."
"Come on, don't be like that," Shelby said trying to stop me. "It was just sex."
"You don't know me, Shelby," I snapped. I couldn't tell her who Raine was to me. I couldn't admit it to myself. "You don't understand."
"Grampa, wait," Raine said as she pulled away from my grip. Why was she calling me that out loud? Didn't she understand what could happen if anyone heard her? She went to a chair that was laden with all sorts of clothing and pulled a LBD out and slipped it on. "We don't have to go..."
"Yes, we do. I'm taking you home and we have to figure out what to do about this," I said before lowering my voice to a harsh whisper. "And don't call me Grampa."
"Do about what?" Shelby wouldn't leave. She stood there, still naked and dripping, with her hands on her hips. "Where are you going?"
When Raine had retrieved her shoes and I had my slacks on and my shirt and shoes in my hand, I directed her outside, brushing past Shelby on the way. We made it to the middle of the driveway before I remembered I didn't drive here. "Shit!"
"What is it?" She grabbed me for balance as she struggled to get her shoe on.
"I don't have my car. How did you get here?"
"Mom dropped me off earlier. Before the party."
"I thought you were going to Sally's?"
"This is Sally's. She's the tall redhead."
The tall girl I fisted earlier. Shit. What on Earth? High school kids hosting orgies? What was this world coming to? And where have I been all this time? And how old was Sally? Oh, right. This was her eighteenth birthday party. A long way from pin the tail on the donkey.
"Hey," Shelby came out of the house in her purple dress, hanging haphazardly from her shoulders, the zipper still down. She made her way over to us barefoot, her breasts bobbing with each step. "Don't go. Come back inside."
"Shelby, I need to go." I hated having to ask this, but I couldn't see another way out, without calling an Uber or something. "Would you please take me back to my car?"
"Fuck no." She cocked her hip and crossed her arms. "You're coming back inside and fucking me some more. I brought you here for a reason. I'm not done yet." The look on her face was at the same time playful and annoyed. She really didn't understand why I would want to leave, and I couldn't tell her that I just fucked my granddaughter twice. How could anyone understand that? I sure didn't. And she also didn't seem puzzled that I was trying to leave with Raine. She couldn't know that we're related. Could she?
"Fine. We'll walk. It's not so far. Come on Raine."
"Why does she have to leave? Why leave at all? This is a party. What goes on here stays here. No one cares how old you are. I thought they proved that. You made Sally and Veronica very happy in there. Me too. And Raine. Right, Raine?"
Raine looked like an informant testifying on a mob boss. Her eyes glanced from Shelby to me as she tried to figure out her answer. "Uhm, Aun...I mean... I don't...I..."
"Spit it out girl!" Shelby's annoyance flared. "Tell him how much you enjoyed fucking him. I know I did."
"But..." She looked at me and I could see what she wanted to say. She did enjoy it. She loved having my cock fill her pussy and ass. She loved swapping my cum with other people. It was almost funny that she was so much like her grandma, even though she wasn't blood related to her and, as far as I knew, never met her until recently.
"Fine," I said. "Stay here. But we have to have a talk about this," I said. "I'm going home. I can't deal with this right now. Not like this." I turned to Shelby. "I..." My mind went blank. "I had a great time. I just wasn't prepared...for this..." I couldn't think of anything else to say. "I've got to go. Thanks." Thanks? That's the best I could come up with? I just fucked the shit out of this young beautiful woman and all I could think of was "thanks?"
I turned on my heal and started walking. Fortunately, the pub was on the way home, so I wouldn't have to walk all the way.
"Grampa, wait!" Raine hollered behind me.
"No," I heard Shelby say. "Let him go, Raine. It isn't the time."
As I walked, my mind mulled over the events of the evening. How Shelby came on to me. How she blew me in the parking lot. How she introduced me to the orgy. How Shelby didn't seem at all phased that Raine called me Grampa. How Shelby knew Raine in the first place. And what did she mean by 'it isn't the time'? It was almost surreal. Things like that don't just happen. Do they? Not in my experience. By the time I got to my car, I had come up with no great epiphanies. The pub had closed, so mine was the only vehicle in the lot. I drove home listening to classical music to try to calm my nerves. It usually helped clear my mind, and, by the time I got home, I did feel better. I showered, dried myself, and hit the bed naked. The exertion of fucking four young women took its toll on me and I was out for the count fairly quickly.
The warmth struck me first. I was very warm, just a hair above pleasant, but still comfortable. It was almost hot, but pleasurably so, like being wrapped in a blanket fresh from the dryer. But I wasn't dry. I was hot and moist. I felt the moisture all over, like sweat. But again, it wasn't unpleasant. It was not like the sweat of mowing the lawn on a hot summer day. It was like the sweat of playing a pickup game on the court. The exhilaration of exertion, the joy of triumph, and the sweat of success.
The next sensation was more pronounced. I throbbed. My whole body thrummed like I was standing too close to a speaker at a rock concert. It moved my whole being. And it felt good. No, it felt wonderful. Every nerve was firing. Every inch of my body seemed alive with electricity.
And it all flowed from my cock.
My cock was hard, long, and pulsing. It rose from my crotch like a redwood tree, jerking in time with the pulsing I was feeling, which I realized was my heartbeat. The head was huge, purple, and oozing precum like a leaking faucet. I had no hands to stroke myself. I didn't have any arms either. It was like I was nothing but a jutting hard-on, leaking precum all over the place.
Suddenly, there were hands on me. I could feel them stroking the shaft with light touches, almost tickling, like butterfly wings dancing on me. I was on my back, looking up at this impossibly large penis towering over me like a monolith while several hands reached around and touched it, rubbed it, and stroked it driving me to greater heights of pleasure and frustration.
Then I felt something enveloping the head, a searing heat several times greater than the warmth I had been feeling traveled down my cock like running lava. I saw the fleshy lips of a beautiful meaty pussy wrapping around my cock as it slid slowly toward the base. The clit was protruding from its hood and seemed to throb in time with my cock as it slid down the shaft. Gushes of pussy juice dribbled down with it.
