“So wait—how are we gonna make this fair?” Brandi interrupted, shaking her coal-black hair. “We don’t want it to be like gym class where somebody feels like shit for being chosen last.”
“We could write each guy’s name on a slip of paper,” Abby suggested, running her fingers through the bangs of her blonde pixie cut.
“But we need to make sure Mrs. M and Kev don’t get matched up,” Wanda objected, flipping her long red braids over her shoulders.
Tawny twisted around in her chair, tossing her dishwater blonde hair out of her eyes. Opening a drawer, she rummaged around until she produced a pack of playing cards. The other three girls waited as she riffled through the cards and occasionally tossed one on the table until she had ten cards in front of her.
“We pull out five matchin’ pairs—red two and black two, red ace and black ace, et cetera—then each of the ladies draws a red card and each of the guys draws a black card.”
“But what about Mrs. M and Kev?” Wanda demanded.
“Uh, let’s see,” Tawny thought for a moment. “We could give Mrs. M the red queen, say, and we hold the black queen out of the game. Wanda, let me finish. We have Kevin pick a black card first, then we shuffle the black queen into the guys’ pile. That’ll guarantee those two don’t get matched up, and it’s totally fair.”
“But if he chooses first…” Wanda trailed off, unsure.
“He doesn’t get any advantage,” Abby pointed out. “It just guarantees he gets one of us four, and it leaves Mrs. M for one of the younger guys.”
“Okay, but what about location?” Brandi cut in. “Does everybody go to their cabin, or…”
Tawny looked around the one-room cabin with its two beds plainly visible from the kitchen area and smiled wickedly. “That’s actually not a bad idea; then you’ve got a show you can watch while you’re takin’ a breather.”
“Hmm, except for Mrs. M,” Abby mused. “The trouble with five couples is that we’ll be split up two and two and one.”
“So why split up at all?” Wanda cackled. “We could all be together on the deck of the main house. Drag out a bunch of blankets and chair cushions. Then you’d really get a show.”
“All hands on deck,” Tawny said with a smirk as she slapped the deck of cards on the table and held it there.
The others piled their hands on top of Tawny’s, then, laughing, echoed her. “All hands on deck!”
—
“If I’m understanding you correctly,” Cassie said patiently while jerking a thumb over her shoulder towards the sliding glass door, “you girls want to have a ten-person orgy out there?”
“Well, Mrs. M, we were thinking more like five separate couples,” Abby clarified.
“But everyone can watch everyone else,” Brandi added.
“Okay, I get it,” Cassie snickered as she tucked a strand of wavy auburn hair behind her ear. “Everybody’s having a tête-à-tête, one-on-one, but surrounded by live porn.” She paused, shaking her head with a mix of disbelief and admiration. “And how are the couples getting matched up?”
Abby and Brandi explained how the cards would be chosen, including Tawny’s plan for splitting up husband and wife, and Cassie nodded approvingly.
“It took me a while to realize it,” Abby admitted, “but Tawny’s pretty smart.”
“Jiminy Crickets!” Cassie exclaimed. “You bet she is. And she’s spent her whole life being underestimated because she grew up on the wrong side of the tracks.” Passenger train service to Center Ossipee had ended twenty-five years earlier, before Tawny was even born, but the point stood.
“To be fair,” Brandi offered with a slight smile, “we met her while she was auditioning to be a stripper in the back room of a barbecue joint. Not really a situation for her intellect to shine.”
“No, I suppose you’re right,” Cassie laughed. “Under that spotlight, the shine was on her tits and ass instead.”
Nobody spoke for a moment, save for a small bird calling chickadee-dee-dee through the open window.
“So, Mrs. M…” Abby prodded gently.
“Yes, girls,” Cassie gave in, with a sigh of feigned exasperation. “We can have an orgy—or whatever we’re calling it—out on the deck tomorrow. But we should do it before dark; the mosquitoes will be murder after the sun sets.”
At that moment, Kevin entered the room and immediately sensed a conspiracy brewing. “What are you three talking aboot?” he chuckled while rubbing his brown beard.
“You’ll find out tomorrow,” Abby giggled.
“I’m sure I will,” Kevin grinned.
“You’re looking preppy today,” Cassie teased him. “New shorts, huh?”
Kevin looked down at his bermuda shorts, which were light pink with a repeating motif of embroidered mallards on the wing. “LL Bean,” he shrugged, no further explanation needed.
“C’mere, Kev,” Brandi beckoned him, tossing her long black hair to one side.
Kevin approached slowly, his smile broadening with each step, until he stood within reach of all three ladies.
“Turn around,” Brandi ordered. Then, reaching out and placing one hand on his waterfowl-patterned ass, she laughed, “All hands on duck!”
Abby and Cassie each quickly placed a hand on Brandi’s, then sang out in unison. “All hands on duck!”
—
Wanda, wearing her royal blue string bikini and sunning herself in a weathered Adirondack chair, lazily opened one eye as she heard tires crunching on the gravel driveway. Who’s this fuckin’ geezer? she wondered as an old coot extricated himself from the cab of his Chevy Luv pickup truck and adjusted his testicles as he ambled towards her across the lawn.
“Howdy, pardner,” Wanda cracked a smile, shading her eyes with her hand.
“Mawnin’, hun,” Charlie dipped his head in greeting. “Deliverin’ some steaks for tomorrow’s cookout.” Noting the red braids draped over Wanda’s mouth-watering melons, he ventured, “Ah you a relative of Miss Cassie’s?”
“Miss Cassie?” Wanda repeated, confused. “Oh, you mean Mrs. M!”
“Shaw, have it yaw way,” Charlie acceded with a phlegmy chuckle. “Ah you a relative of Mrs. M’s?”
“Naw, just a friend.”
Wanda hesitated for a moment; were they really friends? It seemed like it. Until a week ago, she hadn’t given her eighth-grade science teacher a second thought, and now she was living in one of Mrs. M’s cabins, about to start a job Mrs. M arranged for her, and had a 1 in 4 chance of fucking Mrs. M’s husband tomorrow afternoon. Well, she shrugged, like that righteous dude Ferris Bueller said, life moves pretty fast.
“Hmm, I hafta say, miss—”
“It’s Wanda.”
“I hafta say, Miss Wanda,” he gurgled, “I hope you and I can be friends, too.” Extending his wizened hand, he twisted his face into a facsimile of a smile. “The name’s Chahlie. Chahlie Pratt.”
“Oh!” Wanda sat up in recognition as she shook his hand. “Didn’t you used to run the Hitchin’ Post Store downtown?”
“Ayuh,” Charlie sighed. “Before the Cumbahland Fahms came along and put me outta business. But no mattah; I was ready to hang it up anyways.” A spark of recognition kindled in his eye. “Say, weren’t you always comin’ in and shopliftin’ candy when you were a kid?”
Wanda blushed. Averting her eyes, she muttered, “I was hungry.”
“Yeah, I remembah now,” Charlie guffawed. “You musta been eight yeahs old, a little redheaded freckleface always tryina steal a Snickiz bah!”
Wanda smiled weakly. “Well you know what they say. Packed with peanuts, Snickers really satisfies.”
“That’s awright, no hahm done,” Charlie relented. “A candy bah cost, what, twenny cents?” He paused before continuing. “And maybe you didn’t notice, but I always made shaw to turn my back when you were creepin’ out the doah.”
“You did?”
“Ayuh.”
“And I thought I was so sneaky.” Wanda sat in thought for a moment. “Mr. Pratt, you’re a pretty decent guy.”
“I try to be,” he chortled. “I try to be.” His eyes flickered to Wanda’s chest, and she caught it.
“Well, Mr. Pratt,” Wanda purred, leaning forward in the Adirondack chair and sliding her thumbs up and down inside the shoulder straps of her bikini. “My twentieth birthday is next week. I think I’m old enough now to pay you back for all those Snickers bars I stole.”
Charlie’s eyes bulged. As did his pants.
“Lemme suck your dick,” Wanda said in a throaty whisper as she pulled her bra cups to the sides, revealing her tantalizing tits. “Forget packed with peanuts; I want my mouth packed with penis.”
As Charlie fumbled with his belt buckle and zipper, Abby and Brandi emerged from the main lakehouse behind Wanda and hurried over.
“Hey Wan—” Abby began before seeing that Charlie’s pants were unzipped and Wanda’s tits were on display.
“¡Ay, bendito!” Brandi laughed as she arrived and sized up the situation.
“Girls,” Wanda snorted, “meet Mr. Charlie Pratt.” She smiled up at him kindly. “An old friend of mine.”
Abby had a flash of inspiration.
“No jacking him off,” she commanded. “Mouth only. Brandi, grab her other hand and hold it on the armrest.” At a puzzled look from Wanda, she added, “I’ll explain after.”
Charlie had by this time yanked down his Fruit of the Looms, exposing his prehistoric prick. With her hands clamped to the chair by Abby and Brandi, Wanda leaned forward and took him between her lips, pumping his stiff pecker as he emitted a long groan.
Abby flicked her head to move her blonde bangs out of her eyes. “Mr. Pratt?” she inquired cautiously.
Charlie grunted a reply.
“How long has it been since you’ve, uh, you know…”
“A long time,” Charlie croaked, then flashed a crooked grin. “A long time.”
“¡Diablo!” Brandi swore. “Is he gonna shoot twenty years’ worth of leche on us?”
Wanda shrugged her shoulders the best she could with her hands pinioned, maintaining her oral chokehold on Charlie’s choad. After a few more minutes, he began flexing his ass in preparation to unload.
“Oh, Miss Julia!” he hollered as he drew his dick out of Wanda’s mouth and shot three ridiculously fat trails of cum onto her bare boobs: the first one going straight up the center, the second laid at 45 degrees across her left breast, and the third at 90 degrees over her right nipple. He’d been out of school for close to seventy years, but he still had a knack for right-triangle frigonometry.
“Fuckin’ A, Mr. Pratt!” Wanda breathed as she looked down at the enormous mess on her chest.
Charlie collapsed with his face in Wanda’s lap, panting heavily.
“Are you okay?” Wanda yelped. “You ain’t havin’ a heart attack, are you?”
“Just,” Charlie whispered, “restin’.”
In the meantime, still holding Wanda’s hands fast, Brandi and Abby had attacked her chest, slurping up Charlie’s cum and intertwining their tongues when they met in the middle.
Wanda craned her neck down to look at Abby. “So what’s with the no hands rule, huh?”
Abby ran her tongue up the crevice between Wanda’s slimy tits before responding in a goopy voice. “Thish ish an Adirondack chair, right?”
“Not according to Kevin,” Brandi muttered as she inspected Wanda’s chest glistening in the sunlight, then dove down to swipe up the last of Charlie’s spilled seed with her tongue.
“Sure, it’s an Adirondack chair,” Wanda conceded. “So what?”
“Adirondack,” Abby emphasized, then nodded at Wanda’s hands, still held in place on the armrests. “All hands on dack!”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” Wanda huffed, rolling her eyes. “Okay, fine. Three, two, one—”
“All hands on dack!”
—
With a towel under his arm, Kevin descended the stairs from the house to the lawn, then continued to the shore. Tawny sat at the end of the narrow landing, gently kicking her feet in the water.
“Hey, Tawny,” Kevin called out as he stepped onto the wobbly floating structure, its boards creaking beneath his feet.
“Oh, hey, Kev,” Tawny smiled at him over her shoulder and slid her drugstore Wayfarers up over her dirty-blonde bangs. “Nice shorts. Whatcha doin’?”
“Thanks. Nothing much. Cassie and Brandi and Abby are up in the house planning something so I figured I’d get oot of there and leave them to it.”
“Don’t worry,” Tawny reassured him with a wink. “All of you guys will be pleasantly surprised tomorrow.”
“That’s what they said—tomorrow. Now I have to make it through today wondering what the big secret is.”
“It’ll be worth the wait, believe me,” Tawny promised as she scooted over to make room.
“Oh, I don’t doubt it,” Kevin smiled as he sat down beside her and idly flicked his feet in the water. “It’s just—I mean—why wait?”
“You want a little preview?” Tawny laughed.
“If it’s anything like what I think it is,” Kevin grinned as he placed his hand on her thigh and squeezed, “then yeah.”
“Okay, look,” Tawny began, looking around to make sure no one else was within earshot. “Everybody’s gonna pair up randomly tomorrow and fuck.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“No, that was last Saturday night,” Tawny deadpanned. “Now, Kev,” she continued smoothly while trailing a fingertip up his bicep, “odds are, you and I won’t get matched up tomorrow. So if you wanna fuck me right now…”
Kevin leaned in and kissed her.
“Let’s lay out that towel,” Tawny said huskily after breaking off the kiss.
Each of them stripped their clothes off and piled them on the sun-bleached boards. Tawny lay back on the towel, propped up on her elbows, and gave Kevin a wry smile. “You’d better get me wet first.”
Kevin’s eyes lit up and he slid his arms under her ass. Gripping her waist with both hands, he drew himself forward and gave Tawny a tongue-lashing the likes of which she hadn’t received in quite some time—after all, it had been an entire week since his wife had gone down on her. Five minutes of furious tongue-fucking later—
“Oh shit! Oh shit! Fuuuck!” Tawny shrieked as she came all over Kevin’s face, curling up into a ball and grabbing the back of his head as she rocked from side to side on the creaky wooden float. After a moment, she uncoiled herself and lay back again.
“Are you gonna fuck my tight pussy with your bare naked cock?” she smirked as he clambered towards her.
“I’m definitely gonna fuck your tight pussy with my bare naked cock,” he muttered thickly before he thrust inside her.
“How does that feel, Kev?”
“So good. Whoo.”
“Y’know, most of the guys I’ve fucked—boys, I should say—don’t last very long.”
“I can see how they’d get overexcited. You’re very pretty, Tawny.”
“Oh yeah?” Tawny teased. “Even prettier than Traci Lords?”
“Hmm, that’s something I haven’t thought aboot,” Kevin chuckled as he continued pumping his prick in her pussy. “You both have pretty faces and dynamite bodies, but her tits are kinda funny-looking sometimes. I call ‘em banana boobs.”
“If you wanna pretend you’re bangin’ Traci Lords right now, that’s okay with me.”
Kevin nearly came right then and there.
“Voyons! Can you believe these two?” Abby hooted as she splashed into the water and approached them, with Brandi following on the other side. The water reached to their waists when they drew level with Tawny.
“Brandi, grab her hand and hold it down.”
“I think I see where this is goin’,” Tawny snickered to the sky as the two girls pressed her hands against the wooden planking. “All hands on dock!”
“All hands on dock!” Abby and Brandi shouted.
“I’m gonna cum inside you, Traci,” Kevin rasped a few minutes later. “I’m gonna shoot my cum up into your tight pussy.”
“Yes, the cameras are rollin’. Fill me with your hot cum!” Tawny moaned.
Keeping one hand on Tawny’s, Brandi reached up and pinched Kevin’s tit with the other, with Abby immediately following her lead.
“Ohhh!” Kevin groaned as he exploded, then quoted the title of one of his favorite porn films. “Traci, I love you!”
After pumping a tremendous load of cum inside her, Kevin collapsed onto Traci—uh, Tawny—squashing her sweaty tits with his own hairy chest. He kissed her once more, then withdrew and sat back on his haunches.
Brandi grabbed Tawny’s hips and swiveled her so she could eat the cum trickling out of Tawny’s gasping pussy.
“Hey, no fair!” Abby whined before splashing her way around the dock and worming her way in between Tawny’s legs and sucking the remaining dregs of Kevin’s cum out of her cunt.
“So, ladies,” Kevin remarked suavely as he eyed Tawny lolling on the towel lazily fingering herself, and Brandi and Abby standing in the water swapping his semen back and forth, “I’ve heard all hands on duck and all hands on dock. I don’t suppose you’ve used the line all hands on dick yet, have you?”
“Ugh, really, Kev?” Abby scoffed.
“So original,” Brandi rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, nobody thought of that one already,” Tawny piled on.
Kevin, defeated, laughed quietly as his cock deflated. “Soary. Jeez, tough crowd!”
“Just wait ‘til tomorrow,” Tawny smiled and lowered her sunglasses over her eyes. “It’ll be all hands on dick like you wouldn’t believe.”
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