The Ongoing Mormon War or How I came to love nudity....(MF+, MM, Oral, Anal, WS)

[Writers Bloque]

This is the first of many funny things that happened during my leave from my life.

The day: April 30th.

Location: The Backyards of friends and neighbors.

I was a zombie. Dawn of the dead had nothing on me. I eulogized my mother two weeks prior and was sitting at my kitchen table with my father dealing with mom's estate. Well it was his estate now, but since I am better at dealing with paperwork and bureaucracy, I was tasked with settling the rest of my mothers outstanding debts. My mom did not owe or own much, so it was pocket change to help settle them. Me and dad had our cry session, my wife was serving cool iced tea, and when I finished the final check to the one credit card she had, I heard a pounding on my front door. 

"Sir, do you mind not blasting that music so loud this afternoon?" The scrawny white shirt, slacks man who looked like a mouse who sneaked into the cat convention half politely said to me, in my board shorts and no shirt.

"Well damn. Its only two in the afternoon, not breaking any laws." I replied, all fucks were left at my summer house in the Alps.

"But must you blare that music so loud, its scaring my wife and kids." He replied.

"I want you to know something. Alice Cooper is a born again Christian." I said smugly.

"Still that music is vulgar."

"Then don't listen."

"Good bye."

He left in his usual huff. I didn't hate the guy, or his faith, and when he wasn't being a devout holier than thou cunt, he was actually a decent guy. But fuck me silly and call me Sally if we made too much noise, fucked by the pool, or I mowed my grass naked. Then I would not hear the end of any minor infraction. But today was not the day to die on a hill. I had my dad, uncles, and friends of my mom over in an impromptu pool party wake. I fired up the grill and that was the signal for more of my friends and neighbors to show up. After some time picking teeth and thong bikini wedgies, my family departed, leaving my friends and neighbors.

I flopped into my pool side throne, a lounger that has been repaired more times than a nascar racer, and I killed the beer and hunted in the cooler next to mine for another, but all that was left was soda and juice. What fucking adult goes to a party to drink juice, unless you are the DD, but if not then at least have a Coke, Pepsi or Grapico.

"UNCLE WRITER!!!!!"

oh fuck.

The owner of the yell had done her famous dive bomb into my stomach, yet again assisting in helping me have another reason to repair this pitiful creature of a lounger.

It was my neighbor two houses downs little daughter, who is now four and very clingy to me, her mom and my wife and kids.

"Hey, Lulu, here to swim?"

"Can't, ear hurts."

"Oh"

She hugged me a little too hard and ran off to find her mother.

After extracting myself from the broken lounger, I carried it to my little workshop and returned to see my wife chatting away with my daughters and neighbors. I stood in the doorway of the little shop and then set about to fixing that lounger. I snagged another beer from the fridge and set about to fixing it.

After much cursing, and power tool usage, I HAD managed to get it to support my weight again.

"You can't keep hiding."

"I am not hiding. Just don't feel like dealing right now."

"That's not the son she raised."

"Thats funny, I often wish I was a better son."

"Too late for that now."

"The fuck do you know?"

The owner of the voice was gone. For a brief moment it sounded like a lecture my mom had given me when I was being an asshat after knocking up my gf for the first time. I was so deep, drowning in my misery mire that I did not recognize the voice. I spun, tripped and fell on my side in the door way, which earned some uneasy laughs. I got up in a major funk and stormed to the garage. I wanted to take a drive to get away, but Henri had my keys and I was not feeling like I wanted to play keep away, so I stormed off.

I did not get far.

I actually wound up covered in clay, as I kept tripping over myself on the pile of clay near the road that the county had set out for the people who were digging up old storm drain pipes to replace them. I just sat on that pile and tried to think, but ants and mosquitos, and being thirsty was not helping. But my clouded brain could not remember the side roads to take to get to the little store, and I did not want to get lost so I trudged to my truck and slept in the bed until nightfall.

"Daddy!"

I fucking jumped up with a bad case of ptsd from that yell.

My youngest daughter when she could talk would sneak into the room I was in, and startle the living fuck out of me with that yell. It was never something important, like a fire, cant get to the potty, a monster, or someone trying to murder us. No. It was just to let me know she was in the vicinity and to let me know she might need something later. But as a teen, who is now a senior in high school, I thought she long out grew that like she did little mermaid panties or her my little pony plushie. But apparently she has been keeping an ammo belt of them, for when she or her mother cant find me.

"Honey, you are adopted, I was Santa Claus, we ate the Easter bunny, and your feet stink."

I replied angrily.

"Bullshit. Mom's looking for you. I am heading to Tiffs house for the night."

"Good, just move in with them."

"Thats funny daddy. Who's going to find you if you get lost."

"Dunno."

"Bye, Daddy."

"Love you, monster."

She left for the night. Tiff was a girl who is life long friends with my daughter, but her parents are perpetually MIA, and Tiff doesn't like to be home alone too often. Mostly she crashes here or at my neighbors house, but they are on a religious retreat, and Who the fuck knows when those hippy wannabes will ever return. I could adopt her like Mimi, but I am getting a little tired of my house becoming the home for wayward girls. Mimi was of course staying behind, because she and Tiff had a teenage drama falling out. I wisely kept out of it.

Mimi and my wife were hanging out poolside with the remaining neighbors just shooting the shit.

"Honey, where did you go?"

"To think."

"Okay."

"Yeah."

I went into the shed and sat on my riding lawn mower. I lit a cig, and waited for the explosion from the years of flammable gas build up. But it did not happen. I had the shed well ventilated, and never kept gasoline or kerosene in it. I drained the gas tank of the riding lawn mower in November, and wont refill it until the grass needs cutting again. I sat trying to think of anything but my mom, when my wife took the smoke from my hands and had a puff.

"Thought you were quitting?"

"Well, thought you quit too."

"Being married to a dumb meatbrick made me like it again."

"Fuck you"

"When you get over yourself."

She kissed my lips and took another drag off of my dart, and blew the smoke in my face. I will admit that my sex drive had taken a major hit, as grief is the anti horny. But her ass swishing just right, like a naughty cat with its tail up, my friend woke up hard core.

But above all else, I was lost. I hurt, and was sad, but the worst of it was, I did not know what to do next. How do you move forward when you lose a parent. I had no answers a hard dick, and no where to start.

The next morning, I was called into my bosses office. I was formally put on leave, with pay, to work out my grief. I was not fired, and I did accumulate time off, so I shrugged and left.

I made the first of many mistakes at ten in the morning.

I had taken out a loan.

Not a small payday loan.

I partially fucked up me and my wife's plans to retire on a lake somewhere.

I bought one of those camping SUV's the one where the back turns into a sleeping area.

I parked it in the other garage. I say other garage, and it sounds like I am rich. No the small workshop shed was actually a full on building the old owners used as storage, but it had a garage door. Nothing much was in it, me and my wife abandoned plans to make it into a bar or game room, when covid struck. Why build something like that, and have no one be able to come shoot pool with you? But I hid the beast in there and closed it up. It would be a couple of weeks before I would make my second mistake in all of this.

You would think Mormons would respect the rules of grieving. But not these clones.

Oh no.

My mom had a workroom, and a storage unit that needed to be cleaned out and stuff either given out to those it was willed to, or sold as per her final wishes. My dad was off escaping his pain by doing projects with his friends and family. So I got the key to the unit and with some help we cleaned it out in an hour. Her work room took longer. So my backyard was filled with plastic crates and wood. Lots of wood. My mom used to woodwork wooden signs with cute and or religious messages she hand painted. So asshat pops his head over the fence.

"Hey, so I notice you have a lot of untreated wood piled up near the back fence here."

"Yeah and your point?"

"Well I do not want to be that guy, but you know untreated wood draws termites."

"Sure does."

"Well, could you be a pal and move those piles elsewhere."

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Because I haven't seen a termite around my house in years."

"Doesn't mean they are not there."

"Then I should get my money back. I pay to have my house and yard termite free."

This went on for a few minutes before he realized I was not budging. First off, I know wood draws termites, I might be dumb, but I am not stupid. Second, it was not going to stay there longer than an hour or two, since my dear friend was borrowing his wife's truck to haul it. Third, its my fucking yard. If I wanted to make a stack of dried cow crap to the sky I will do so. Besides, this whole area fought off HOA's just for this reason. People tried to bring in HOA's to this area and we all shot it down. No one has the right to tell us property owners what we can do, and how we should use our lands. Not trying to be belligerent, but I finally got my mortgage down to five hundred and fourteen dollars a month. This is my chunk of dirt.

But his bullshit aside, his wife comes over, just as my wife is on her lunch break. She was stripping naked, so she can do some laps before eating and returning to work. But this lady catches my wife, in her underwear on our patio.

His wife is a little odd. She used to yell at us for skinny dipping, but I think she and my wife are friends maybe? Not sure, but I am stroking my dick watching my wife in her underwear talk to this upstanding Mormon woman, who is shucking her dress too. They hold hands as they help each other remove their bras. My wife knew I was home, but she figured I was busy processing my moms stuff. But when the neighbors wife was not looking, my wife seen my eyes and she mouthed "Watch" I wanted nothing more than to watch, as asshat is blowing his weed eater clippings towards his front yard.

My wife slowly undid the woman's bra, and she slid her hands under the fabric to help get it off, and to cop a cheap feel on those nice milkers. The woman had large tits, I would say GGG or H cup. The lady blushed and giggled. She took my wife's head over her shoulder and they kissed passionately. At this point I was beating my dick like it owed me money. My wife did not break the kiss, and helped her step out of her panties.

I would later come to learn that her husband honestly believes that a woman who shaves her crotch is an unfaithful woman. I personally do not care, cause I am not fucking the pubes. And you have to be an extra special kind of dumb to not eat a pussy offered to you if its covered in hair or even bald. Women know how to clean their pussies, and if you can wait a few minutes and actually let her freshen up, then you wont taste anything but sweet sweet honey. So bald or hairy does not matter much, since your tongue and dick will be elsewhere, not on the bush.

They embraced once they were naked and it was the neighbors wife who jumped in the pool first.  My wife had a two hour lunch break, as she was covering for other shift nurses so much, that the heads decided to give her two hours to let her rest and not burn out. My wife knows how to manage time properly and it only took a little coaxing from her to get her friend to sit on the very edge of the pool and spread her legs wide. My wife does not let a good opportunity pass, and she buries her head into the cloistered woman's crotch, which sent the woman into a mad ecstasy, throes of passion included. The woman laid on her back and started twitching and jerking with each orgasm, until my wife pulled a little back when the big one came, and the woman squirted on my wife's face. She looked over at me with the Cheshire smile and let the woman catch her breath before jumping out of the pool to offer the woman a tasty lunch.

The woman was obviously new to carpet munching, but the look on my wife's face said she was enjoying every minute. The prim and proper lady was eating my wife like a Sunday dinner. My wife came and came some more, until she too marked her friends face as her territory. The ladies after recovering, had swam some laps, until they cuddled up on a large chaise lounger, and were playing with each others bodies. I blew my load when my wife had two fingers in the ladies brown eye, fucking it with gusto. The woman loved it, egging her on by pulling on my wife's clit. This went on until the timer on her phone went off, letting her know she only had half an hour to return to work. They kissed deeply, tongues wrestling in their mouths, and then the neighbor's wife was the first to dress and leave, but not without a sign my mom had made, and one of the many jars of glass beads she originally came over for.

When enough time passed, I left my spot and kissed my wife. I loved to kiss her after shes eaten someone out, its like the taste of prey after the kill. We did not have long to fuck, it would take twenty minutes to get to the new hospital, which was not fully opened yet, and with my hard dick, I had her prop her leg on a chair and took her from behind. I put a load in her at the last moment, and watched her scramble to redress and return to work. I knew this was the first shot that would turn the spat into a full on war. But was it really worth it? At the time yes, but this was going to bite us in the ass, hard and leave marks.

TBC.

[Writers Bloque]

I have to clarify something that may be confusing some readers I fear. I have 4 children and it goes Oldest daughter, second oldest daughter, son, then daughter. Between the second oldest daughter and my son, there is a two year gap between children due to a miscarriage. (Also, I claim my son to be the youngest not chronologically, but his mental maturity at times made me question if he really was his biological age.)


I was wiping my dick off after my wife left, when the phone rang. The school bus had broken down and despite it being 2023, a replacement could not be found, so the school was calling all the parents of the bus riders to get rides for the kids who needed it. Fuck it. Fuck it to hell. I was not in the mood to talk to asshat again, so in passing as I slipped my shorts back on, and grabbed a tank top, I offered to pick his kids up too.

"Sure buddy, the wife is at the store, I got the call too."

"No problem."

See I can be personable if need be. So he called the school to give me permission to pick his kids up too. Creepy as all fuck. These kids would give Wednesday and her brother a run for their money in a creep contest. They never talked to anyone and if you did manage to get them to speak, what you got was Nazi level biblical brainwashing. Not dissing Christianity, being one myself, but there is such a thing as too much, or in my suspicion the old "she doth protesteth to much" paradox. I mean I only encountered levels of this when someone is really trying to cover up their past or current doings, I mean the bible even says own it if you are a sinner, and repent, don't try to hide it under false worship.

So I get into my Expedition (Eddie Bauer Edition, the fuck all difference it makes. It has not once help me climb Everest, or out run a charging stampede of rhinos in Africa.) I made damned sure all seats were ready for asses when I pull into the parking lot in front of the school. I booped the nose of the mascot statue out front, as it was customary for students and alumni to do so for luck. And only expecting Mimi, Daughter and the Creep kids, I also found Tiff, with some luggage, Destiny, Jainie, and Some Talkative Random Teen. She never even introduced herself to me, and shes the one wanting a ride from me. I was sorely tempted to just leave her, but before I can say anything, the entire mob was out the door loading up into my war machine. The Dean, a woman I am overly familiar with, who is on her last year before retirement, and by familiar, I mean she busted my balls more than my mom, wife and aunts combined.

This woman. She is a wonderful woman, I can honestly say as an adult, but when I was a student, I had a book of names for her, and each one made sure I got either detention, ISS, or work detail. But I did not have to fear her, I am a grown ass man now.

"Hey Bloque, no flip flops at school."

"Not my problem, I am here to pick some kids up and get them home."

"Got room for two more, their ride is down and the orphanage cant send another."

"Sure. Get them ready."

She opened the door and two wisps of girls ghost by me and head to my suv. They said nothing to me. I got it. I mean I almost decoded and deciphered the teen girl mind, so that insight led my thinking to believe they are going through their own shit.

I cranked the beast up, and had to catch myself from doing my old burn outs in the parking lot routine. This was a new era, and they don't take too kindly to burnouts. Being the upstanding man that I was, I offered to hit a drive through for a snack. I had not eaten anything today so I was hungry. Since my daughter and Mimi who were actively willing to say more than two words to me that were not "uh" and "huh" they got to pick. So after forty dollars spent, and everyone placated for now with frosty's I began to deliver kids like a boss level stork. First to go was the two girls to the orphanage, I did get a thank you from them. Nice.

Then next was Some Random Talkative Teen, who was giving a running commentary on how nice I was and how cool the car is. I resisted the urge to do a running dump, where I speed by her house and toss her out without stopping. Lord help me, my will power was waning. But I was nice, and properly let her out. She got out and without uttering a single word, vanished into the house. I sighed. Mimi just put her hand on my shoulder and shook her head slowly. Apparently SRTT was even too much for her friends.

Last was the Creep kids. I honked when no one came out. Even the orphanage had someone out to make sure the kids got there safely. SRTT's mom, who was buried in her phone was on the porch to greet her kid. But Mormon dad was no where to be seen. So I honked again. Still nothing. The two kids got out and walked around the house and returned to the vehicle.

"All doors are locked."

"Don't you have a key."

"No. Mom or Dad is always home at this time."

"Fuck."

So I cut the engine and we sat in the driveway.

Twenty Minutes go by.

Just when I was about to run out of patience, the front door flies open and their father is in a robe, closing it over his boxers. He rushes to the drivers side and profusely apologizes. I shrugged my shoulders, I mean he could have been in the shower after working hard in his yard. I am not a stranger to a long shower after a day of hard yard work. But something was slightly off. I could not put my finger on it but it was gnawing at me. But still I was just glad to bring two sweet and kind children home. Really. Always was taught if you cant say something nice dont say anything at all. We left them as I watched the garage open, as we slowly drove away. We passed his wife as she was turning the corner we were taking and she waved at me. I mean we were not besties as neighbors, but still I waved politely, and she waved back.

But the image of those big mommy milkers kept popping up.

So when we were in the driveway of my domicile, I could not get out under any circumstances. My cock was titanium carbide sheathed diamonds hard and my shorts would most definitely make it noticeable. So when the girls were unloading the back of their stuff, Mimi was keeping her distance, because Her and Tiff have not made up yet.

"Dad, can Tiff and Destiny crash here tonight?"

"Fine, whatever, but ask your mom."

"Okay."

Jainie lived on the other block, so she could get home on her own, after she hung out and like all my kids friends, attempted to see how much of my snack foods they can eat before becoming full or running out.

Once everyone was inside, they got the shock of their lives. I was now in possession of slav---I mean willing helpers to repay me for my kindness. The living room, den and most of the garage was full of sorted stuff, as my sisters and brothers were going to come and get what was left to them and they wanted. But my friend was there with his wife and their kid, who was a moody teen girl, So I cracked the whi---Excuse me, I enlisted the houses help to get the removing of wood done quickly and efficiently. But my friend would return for the wood working equipment. I would have kept it, but I already had all of what my mother had and some more she didn't. No one else wanted it, and I did not want to sell it to strangers, so my buddy bought it from me at half of what it costed new. Which was fine by me.

Once everything in the yard was cleaned out and everyone resting. I really wanted to sun by my pool, but the girls were out there, and even if no one thought I was a creep, it still looked bad for an old man like me to hang out with a gaggle of teen girls. So I did what I could, and hid in my office and jerked it to the memory of my wife and neighbor playing mommy on mommy. I came again, when I heard my wife shout from the kitchen.

She was home early, for an early dinner, since she was going to be pulling a double. I cleaned up slipped my shorts on and met her in the living room, stepping over random girls who were lying on the floor doing their homework. I have tables, desks, and even tv trays. Right in the walkway, really? But in their defense, I could avoid the living room, and continue down the hall a little to the dining room, but I wanted the short path.

Kiss kiss, hug hug, nuzzle nuzzle. All that lovey dovey crap. She started talking to me, about her day so far as I leaned on my favorite counter and sipped a Grapico.

(Protip: Want an interesting and unique cocktail, take 2 parts Grapico (half a highball glass) and mix it with 1 part Peanut Butter Whiskey (I swear to god this exists) serve with light ice, you will have a PBJ, it tastes just like a pbj using grape jelly.)

She was flipping through the mail, as she was kicking her shoes off, having an hour to eat, so before she could ask, I whipped up something for her to eat, I usually keep QNE meals on hand for her, something easy and filling I can make her to eat. QNE to the uninitiated, means Quick and Easy. She ate, and we talked, to which the topic turned to what happened this afternoon. And just as she was going to tell me how in the hell did she manage to snag the Mormon Wife and all of the sexy and glorious details, my daughter bounds into the dining room followed by everyone and their sisters.

"Your still adopted, your feet still stink and and your hair is too long."

I retorted to the interruption of a sexy conversation. My wife playfully smacked my arm, and my daughter just rolled her eyes.

"Mom, can Tiff and Destiny crash here tonight? Jainie is staying tonight, but will be going home tomorrow."

My wife looks exhausted and sighs.

"How long is Tiff and Destiny staying?"

"Maybe until Thursday. Tiff's aunt will be coming home by then and Destiny well you know..."

I zoned out.

I cant comment on Destiny's home life. But I did notice bruises. But I can't say anything, because I do not know much, and even if I did, there is still other things keeping me from blabbing. But despite any objections I might have had, like wanting to have a heavy and hard night of fucking would be shot down, not by my wife personally, but because she is working a double so I wont see her until sometime tomorrow. But fuck it, call my house the hot and flop.

I took the liberty of leaving as every one was settling at the kitchen table talking to my wife. Fuck it.

So I went to my computer and lost myself in the back log of anime episodes I was downloading and did not watch. If my wife wants to talk to me, she knew where I was. No sense in forcing myself into a women's circle. After some time, my wife entered my lair and kissed me goodbye, and whispered in my ear a secret that would set into motion this entire fiasco.

"Sandra is hot for us. Not just me, but for your cock, since you wave it around all willy nilly. She is not happy with her marriage and thinks her husband is cheating on her. They have not fucked in almost a month."

After she dropped the A-bomb, she closed my mouth and kissed me, driving her tongue in and I just let her as I sucked on her tongue. We make out for a minute or two more, then she dashes out the door and off to work again.

I was hard again.

Now, dear reader I have to confess. I am not a fan of NTR or Cucking. Wife knows this. Thats why what we have has lasted so long. I wont pursue other pussies, out of respect for her, and the fact that shes not a fan of other dicks but mine. We do swing some, but only with people we know closely and trust. Because we want to know upfront if a night of fun might make someone believe that its open season in our bed. That shit dont fly. So if a couple is invited to our bed, they have to know and understand that all this is, is a night of fucking. No strings attached, no developing feelings, but at least breakfast in the morning. Anything more would complicate things, and annoy us.

BUT.

After witnessing my wife with our neighbors wife, sparked a devious thought in my mind.

Not a good thought.

Not terribly wrong either.

So if she is unhappy, what is it thats making their marriage turn frigid. I mean I did a month without sex before. Not willingly, but medically. But still. I had to know.

So I decided to play the dope, and stop riling them up.

I stopped booming my music, wore shorts on my lawnmower and when I swam, and little by little I was gaining ground in our flourishing relationship. I invited the whole family to dine with us, swim in the pool, and I even would sit by the fence and let him try to win me over to Mormonism. Did I feel like a sneaky prick? Sure did. But as we bonded over fixing his lawn mower, how a man doesnt even posses a ratchet set puzzles me, he started to open up more and more to me.

Also I needed them to watch the house. My family was going to go see my son graduate high school in Texas, and we would be gone a week. Normally I would leave it to my friends in the neighborhood, but they were busy.

This was at the end of May. We stayed in Texas, leaving on a Friday after my son's graduation, I offered him the chance to come back, not like I kicked him out or anything, but he already had plans. He was going to work the ranch, attend college there, and only plans on returning home to visit. I tried. So when we returned home, I checked the security cam footage. Yes, I have three cameras, one doorbell, one on the side of the house that accesses the back yard, and one overlooking my back yard. Nothing of interest, my neighbor or his wife coming over to feed the cat, and make sure the sprinklers timer was working, I had a sneaking suspicion that the timer was fucking up. But it was working fine.

What was the good stuff was what the wife was doing in the afternoons. She would come over, check the house, water the plants, fill the cat's water bowl, look everything over, and if everything was satisfactory, she would go to the back fence and say something and return to the patio. Then she would strip naked and masturbate on the chaise away from the view of the back fence. Then she would lay there for a few minutes, touch herself some more, then dive into the pool and get out, redress and leave. She did this like clockwork for the entire week we were out of town.

Despite being a pervy detective, nothing else popped out, the husband swam too, so did the kids, but there was on frame that I saved. It made me curious, there was a sparkle of something on his ass. Despite Him wearing trunks every time he entered the pool, the Saturday we were on the road back home, he brought over one of those blow up raft things to lay on in the water. Stranger was his choice of swimwear, which was a banana hammock that covered the front perfectly, left his ass almost fully exposed, save for the thin piece of fabric that disappeared into his open ass crack. But I seen those kinds of swimwear before, so it was no biggie, but what was bothering me, was while he was lying on that floatie, he drifted to the right angle that made something on his ass sparkle.

I brushed it off as water, and left it at that.

After seeing that, I could not tell anything was wrong, if both were over there, all conversations looked friendly, not standoffish. But something was wrong and most of the mystery would be solved when my wife wanted to transplant her window sill garden of herbs to beside the shed containing my lawn mower, and that morning would rock my world.

TBC.

[msslave]

Great story in your usual straight forward folksy style. I'm eagerly awaiting the next chapter. Hard to imagine a nice Mormon couple can cause you so much trouble.
It's gotta be good.

[Writers Bloque]

Thursday morning.

I had taken the girls to school, as my daughters car was down with a transmission leak, and I had to replace the starter. And once they were at school, I made a trip to one of those big chain home improvement stores. I wanted to build a raised herb garden, so after finding the plans online, I had to buy the materials. Once I got the supplies, I just backed my suv into my back yard and began to build this box table garden thing. But I heard some sounds from next door, and peeped over the fence to see Mr. Mormon in his house robe talking to some gardeners. I shrugged as all I could really see was the backs of the three men just nodding. I just returned to my tasks as I was preparing to bolt the frame together so I can fit the plantar box into it. But I was missing my 9/16's socket. Fuck.

I tore through my tool boxes looking for the fucker, when I remembered Mormon borrowed it. Now I have to walk around the block to go get the socket. Great job, Writer, you just enjoy playing yourself the fool. I made it to his house as there was a large truck with a trailer in front of it. It was an upstart lawn service new to the area. I did not care much, since I do my own yard work. I walked up to the front door and it was ajar. The driveway was empty, and I found it odd. I pushed in the front door, as I started to hear noises from upstairs.

Dear reader, I would like to point out that while I embellish my true stories, what I witnessed when I made my way up the stairs to the master bedroom will be told verbatim with no fancy fluffing required.

As I reached the top of the stairs after looking around the ground floor, finding a bottle of liquor and five glasses on the coffee table, each with a varying amount of liquid in them, I reached the top of the stairs.

To my shock there were two brawny men, standing above a pile of what I assumed was their clothing, taking globs of Vaseline from a small jar on the table in the hall. They were standing there greasing up their decent tools, and smiling. At first I thought they would get pissed at me, but they just shook their head and put a finger to their lips. Then the bigger of the two made motions at me to strip. I did not know these fools, and I was not about to get naked in front of them, not at least without an explanation. But they blocked my way, and if I wanted to advance I had to join the party.

So I just dropped my gym shorts and pulled off my tank top. The smaller of the two handed me the jar of Vaseline, and leaned into whisper to me.

"You that neighbor guy? The one Mormon talks about."

"Uh, maybe? There are many neighbor guys around."

"No, no, the one who mows his grass naked, or lays by his pool naked."

"Well I guess I am."

"Nice, want to help out?"

"With?"

"We have a real horny slut in there, and we need another man. You good for a little man on man action?"

"Huh?"

"We are making another movie, but our fifth guy got the covid, so are you down?"

As I was letting all of this new info sink in, the bigger of the two put a ski mask on, and entered the room. The smaller guy handed me a black ski mask, and I put it on, and lubed up my dick.

I had questions.

I had a hard cock.

I was hearing things that One would hear in a gay porno.

"Okay, man, no names, just wait three minutes after I enter to join us."

"Alright."

So I stood there stroking my cock, and I look just inside the door.

In the room is the master bed, and a few feet away are lights and cameras. At the desk just out of the range of the cameras sights, was a naked woman who was definitely not his wife. She was on a laptop, editing scenes, and making hand gestures to the "crew."

I made home movies with my wife and certain friends, but this was on a professional level. It started to fall into place, the trailer outside had a lawn care logo on it, but no contact number. But my mind was becoming distracted by the scene on the bed. The bigger of the men was holding Mormons legs open as he let his fat juicy cock just rest on the smaller man's cock. Mormons face was blocked by the fact that he has his head between the man on his knees, knees, being slowly fed a skinny long cock. Mormon was not really sucking on it, but nursing the tip. Mormons hands were full of cocks flanking either side of him as the camera was recording the bigger man, slowly tormenting Mormon by dragging his fat cock across his smaller cock, until it slips in along his taint. The bigger man was taking his time, letting go of one of the legs to slowly rub and poke Mormons asshole.

I would be lying if I was not turned on, and mesmerized by this. If you are reading this and are new to the site, I am Bi, straight leaning. I have enjoyed fucking and being fucked by men, though my wife is the best thing of all my sexual experiences with both men and women.

Mormons asshole kissed and puckered the large weapon almost as if to beg to be filled with it. But the bigger man did not care. He pushed it in, until just the tip was in, eliciting as gasp and moan for Mormon.

"God, its big..."

But this was not meant to look pleasurable, as the man fully let go of Mormons legs to lift his ass up a little, attempting to curl the smaller man up, then fell forward, pinning the smaller man beneath him, and driving his cock balls deep in one stroke.

"Your mine now, boy."

The bigger man's first deep thrust pushed his head so that the cock he was nursing in his mouth was pushed in. So the big man's body was at a perfect angle to punish the smaller man's asshole, as it clamped around the invader. When that position was becoming uncomfortable, he returned to standing, pulling the smaller man, while still impaled on that cock to the foot of the bed. The bigger man  just laughed as he thrust into the poor man, playfully slapping the smaller chumps cock and balls. The cocks in either hand were the first to blast the man's busy face with their cream. The the man on the bed pushed his cock as deep into Mormon's mouth and then too shot his load. Mormon could not swallow it fast enough and it leaked out around his mouth.

The bigger man's laughter soon became a sexual roar as he lifted Mormon off the bed and drove him again, balls deep onto his cock. As I could see the bigger man's nuts pull up, I knew he was spraying his load all in that ass. As he was cumming, he kissed Mormon, who returned the kiss with more passion.

My signal to enter did not come.

The woman at the laptop then as the men were taking their turns filling his ass with more man milk, I was then signaled to enter. The bigger man smiled at me, as I looked at the up turned ass. His brown eye was open, and leaking loads of spunk, so I stepped forward, and did my job.

My slicked cock entered easily, assisted by cum and lube. While my tool isnt huge, just above average, it is a fat fuck stick. He hissed with pleasure under me, as I opened him up a little more upon entry. Not really tight anymore, but not super loose either, I was doing what I wished in my wildest revenge fantasy. I slapped his ass as I plowed that bunghole. I reached under him and grabbed his cock and squeezed it, then tugged it to milk it. I was tugging in time with my thrusts so as he was getting close, I picked up my pace to try and cum with him. He soon sprayed the bed sheets with his own spunk, and seconds later I added my own load to mingle with the others in his well fucked asshole. As I was squirting into him, I grabbed his balls and gave them light squeezes which caused his ass to clamp harder on my spurting cock.

I held him there, until I was fully spent, and my cock ejected his poop chute with a little pop, followed by a small stream of my load. I quietly made my way out of the room, as the men were getting one more blowjob, or fucking his ass.

As I stepped into the hall, the sex rush wore off and I realized that I just fucked the little fucker. But the biggest mystery was solved. I had to find my wife, who was out since early morning. She traded her day shift to a friend who wanted to see her kids thing going on at his school.

But my wife had her own story to tell...

This is a recounting of my wife's early morning. 

She left after I had already left to take the girls to school. Sometimes she cant instantly fall asleep after having worked overnights. So she goes to the 24 hour gym. But as she was pulling out of the driveway, Mrs. Mormon stopped her.

"Hey, my car is broken down at Wal-mart. I left my purse at home, so I could not get gas."

"Sure, hop in."

My wife had agreed to take her to her car, since Mr. Mormon was busy with the landscapers. So the gym is across the street from wal-mart and a gas station, so my wife drops her off to get the gas can, and take her to the station. But something felt off. My wife is not a mechanic proper, but she can do her own light maintenance to her car. So she opens the driver door to open the trunk when she noticed the cars needle on full.

"Hey, you said it was..."

Mrs. Mormon had stepped in, closing the distance between them and deeply kissed my wife. While they were kissing, Mrs. Mormon was untying her robe, and opening the back door of her car. At 8:30 in the morning, the part of the parking lot they were in was a ghost town. Helping my wife into the back seat, she began stripping my wife naked, and just took her robe off, to reveal that she was naked and extremely wet.

"I got to have you now!"

Mrs. Mormon shifted and turned around so that her pussy was right in line with my wife's mouth, and not needing an invitation, they began to eat each other furiously. My wife was fighting the good fight with fingers and her tongue, while her opponent had reached down to the floor of the car and began rapidly fucking my wife with a ridged hairbrush handle. My wife is a sucker for dildos that have bumps and ridges, so off the bat this woman was working hard on one of my wife's weaknesses. Soon both were twitching and flush with the orgasms that come from fast and hard assaults on their pussies.

The ladies needed to get out of the public, as when they were basking in the after glow, a cop car slowly passed by. So the woman reaches into a bag on the passenger seat, and pulls out a sundress out of a bag on the front seat and slips it on.

"Let's hit the showers."

My wife suggested, and the two ladies drove to the gym, where the woman gets in, since she is a guest of my wife. They buy some yoga pants and a sports bra for Mrs. Mormon, and while there was only a couple of people in the gym, my wife continued the make out session in the showers and in the sauna. To kill some time, my wife taught her friend how to use the equipment, while sneakily teasing her friend.

They part ways after stopping off for breakfast, but my wife is left still horny and confused, but now tired enough to get some sleep for her shift tonight.

Back to this moment where I am at.

I found my socket, and the ratchet I lent him in his garage, so I grab them and leave as I heard voices coming down the stairs. I did not want to be caught in that house, so I booked it home. Also I redressed when I got down stairs.

So that's where my wife finds me. Sitting in the back of my suv, dangling my feet and just generally and wholly done with just about everything.

And just as we were about to confess our sins to each other, the phone rings.

The school is calling to inform me my daughter and Mimi were involved in a fight.

What the fuck is going on with this world?

TBC


Msslave,

Its not that they are out to cause me problems. Its just the nice old couple that used to own the house behind us did not just tolerate or even put up with our antics, they encouraged it. When I cut my grass naked, the old man and his wife would be butt naked weed pulling. When I and my wife would go skinny dipping, we'd invite them over, and they would relax with us. When I would play my music loud, the old man would offer songs to the play list depending on the general mood of what I was listening to. And 10/10 times it would be some pretty good music. And when their children decided that they were too old to live alone anymore, the day the last moving truck left, they were at our house, gave my wife her diary and cookbook, and the old man gave me his service pistol when he served at the tail end of WW2. I would like to be best friends with them, but they offer nothing but demanded a lot.

[msslave]

Good that they were such great sports.

This last part reads like fiction...so much so it's gotta be true. 

Oh yeah...WOO!!!

[staci]

Refresh my memory, do you live in Sodom or Gamorroh?

[msslave]

Refresh my memory, do you live in Sodom or Gamorroh?

 
Damn Staci... that's a WOO of course.

[Writers Bloque]

Refresh my memory, do you live in Sodom or Gamorroh?

As hot as its been lately, just outside of the second level of hell, Lust.

[staci]

woo

[Writers Bloque]

Now before we delve into the championship fight, let me point out a couple of things:

First, I do embellish my stories, but because I am really not a fan of boring stories.

What makes an interesting read:

I walked in on my married neighbor being railed by two gardeners who also invited me to join in

-or-

Me joining four men in running a train on my neighbor while they were making a porno?

The truth of the situation was I discovered that my neighbor was having gay affairs with multiple partners. And when he could not see me, one of his friends beckoned me to join. So I did. But I did leave quickly after as to not get caught.

It was like an old professor told me, if you took the fantastical our of legends, myths and tales, what you are really left with is a weekly news report like this:

Poseidon was angry at the village to the south, so he sent a mighty wave to make them pay.

Now take out the epic fantasy:

A tidal wave struck the fishing village, there were few survivors.

See?

Second, I have a niece who is special needs. She is the favorite of my Daughter and Mimi. So if any mentions of special needs makes you upset let me know in private. This part is well, you will see.


My wife looked like she wanted to tell me something, as I hung up the phone.

"Whats up?"

"The girls got into a fight."

"Oh shit lets go get them."

So I quickly closed up my suv, and me and her hauled ass to the school. We kept tripping over each other, trying to get out what we wanted to say. So in the time it took to get to the school, just as we passed the halfway point we both just went for it. 

"I got jumped by Mrs. Mormon."

"I fucked Mr. Mormon."

We sat in silence at the red light with shocked looks on our faces. A horn behind us pulled us out of our stupor and I drove on.

"She tricked me into picking her up and taking her to that shady spot in walmart's parking lot where she proceeded to have her way with me."

She recounted not with any sadness, but more of a confused contentment. I mean if the woman wanted some more of my wife, all she had to do was come over. Why all the subterfuge? (Yay big words!)

But then it was my turn to drop my own nuclear warhead.

"Apparently Mr. Mormon likes rough gardeners. I went to go get my ratchet and socket back, and went up his stairs to find him making a porno with four men, and a naked woman at the desk directing it. They fucked him royally, and had me join them, with a ski mask on, and I did it. I railed him good."

I confessed which instead of rightly deserved righteous indignation, a sexy smile formed on her lips. Like the cat who had eaten the entire canary neighborhood.

"So was the woman in the mix?"

"Nope, she was editing the footage as it was shot, and silently directing what to do next."

"Does he have a nice big cock?"

"Not really. Just at average."

"How was his asshole?"

"Not super tight, after the plowing this one hung stud gave him, but not awful."

"So that is why he's not fucking her."

"I think he might have gone to the other side."

"What will his wife and kids think?

"I do not know, but I am sure as hell not saying a word."

"She has to know, Writer. She is growing more frustrated each day."

"Still, not our kettle of fish, babe."

"Just drive, I will think of a plan."

So I finished our talk as we pulled into the parking lot of the school.

We were greeted at the office door by the principle and dean, along with the school resource officer. Never a good sign, but still given the situation, it was to be expected. We were led further into the dungeon, past the records vault, the torture chambers and the office break room, right to the deans office, where along one wall sat Mimi, Daughter, Tiff and Andi, plus a girl I did not know, on the other wall sat a mix of girls who looked worse for wear. The girls I did know were scuffed up, but it was the other group that got the worst of it. I let my wife take the lead, as I vowed never to sit in front of the deans desk ever again, once I graduated. I kept that vow. I hated it as a student, with its imposing intimidation, and still hate it now.

So the dean lets us in, and closes the door and beckons us to sit. Though she did take a jab at me by pulling a second chair right in front of the desk. Double stuffed Fuck. So I reverted to my teenaged attitude and slouched, not giving a fuck. But those damned cold cutting eyes made me stiffen up, as if Death, God and the devil himself were whispering to me that the woman behind the desk was a killer and the only chance of survival was if I pretended to be a plank of wood. So she starts:

"Mister and Misses Bloque, It seems that your daughters and friends had a fight. The county says that they all have to go to jail, and be given an expulsion hearing. The problem I am having is, that one side of the group has no disciplinary records, almost perfect attendance and are quite high on the academics scale. And the other groups is just scraping by. And the other issue is that one side is blaming the other, and no one is admitting to being the instigator."

"I see."

"But, Writer, we have footage from the hall cameras, but its kind of hard to see what happened to start the fight. All we see is the one group of girls walking away, and something makes them turn and point off screen, then we see your Daughter rush at them in the direction they were heading and thats when the fight went down."

She said as she turned her monitor around and replayed the video. It took two full viewings for me to pick up on something. I am not a video expert, but I did notices the tell tale gait of a handicapped person moving past the one group of girls, and vanishing rather quickly offscreen.

"Who is that girl?"

"Oh she transferred in in the spring, she is sitting outside. She is our newest special education student."

"I think I can solve this mystery."

I said, recalling my youth.

"Enlighten us, Writer."

My wife looked at me like I was crazy and stupid.

"First off, the special needs girl just passed that one group of girls in the hall, going up the hall out of the view of the camera. But just before she is completely off camera, she either runs off or...."

I let it hang there, hoping everyone can take the hint. But it seems the resource officer didn't and voiced his concern.

"She could have tried getting away to avoid the crowds of people."

I sighed.

"If nothing much has changed since I attended this fine institution, then the time stamp tells me the first bell has rung, and its a few seconds before the tardy bell rings. Back when I went here, you didn't just hang out between those two bells, not if you have no classes in the science wing first thing in the morning. And also, the Science wing, and cafeteria are really the only two places the special education kids are allowed to go, the science wing, was the only place close to the portables for the students to use the restroom."

I again let that sink in as heads were nodding in thought.

"Are you suggesting what I think you are?"

The principle said as the dean and officer were still hashing it out.

"Of course I am. Either that one group of girls were harassing the disabled girl, or they went out of their way to do something more than hurl insults. Looks to me, as a bonafide (love that word) Delinquent, that the helpless girl was pushed or tripped just as she moved off camera. And by the reaction from the other group, it was more serious than hurtful words."

I deduced, and explained my theory.

Picking on the handicapped kids always made me uncomfortable. I mean why go out of your way to shit on them, when life, genetics and existence has already buried them in shit. Never sat right with me. So I brought it up.

"Look, my file is thick enough to do serious damage if someone is strong enough to lift it. But you, ma'am know my record personally, hell it reads like a rotten comedy of errors. Sophomore year, remember it? I bloodied James Carmine's nose because he pushed that one disabled kid into his own lunch after James took his tray and dumped it on the floor. And after that every time I seen him or caught wind of him messing with the handicapped kids I would make it my holy mission to keep his nose from looking normal."

I said crossing my arms, and also feeling proud of myself from that memory. Of course I was an asshole teen boy, but still, picking on people who cant pick back pissed me off.

"I remember. I also remember his parents trying to get a restraining order against you, until we caught him bullying one of the special ed kids for their lunch money."

I chuckled at that. That day, after he was punished, I barreled into him, as he was on the soccer team, on the practice field with the Football team, and I was doing my rushing drills and I just had too much forward momentum, and its not my fault they were so close and their players dont wear pads. I profusely apologized. My dad told me you either make dust or eat dust. So I applied it to dealing with assholes.

"That aside, it is unclear who actually started the fight, and while I think it would be in everyone's best interest to take a day to sort this and themselves out. Tomorrow we will issue the formal punishments."

With that we were led out of the dungeon with Mimi and Daughter following us, and Tiff and Andi tagging along since I said I would get them home since their parents are unreachable.

There was going to be a long talk when we got home.

TBC

[msslave]

Let me think... apple...tree...not far from.

Good for defending those who can't.

Looking forward to the next chapter. This may go down in  history.

[Writers Bloque]

Long Talks, Short Walks, and Early Warnings.

Well, I felt like a hypocrite on that long drive home. How was I supposed to be angry with her, for doing what I would have done? I could not just smile, rub her head and take them for ice cream. But neither did I feel so inclined to come down on their heads with the full weight of righteous fury. So I split the hairs and we went for and early lunch at the gold colored place to store animals for transport. Meh, fuck it. So we filled our plates and bellies, then we took a stroll through the craft store to work off our fullness. I must have confused them, since I was not perturbed in the least, even my wife was unnaturally calm and collected. Well with years of a son who made it his life's mission to not only walk this father's path, but bulldoze a whole new path of stupidity. But this time, this time was different. my usually demure, level headed firecracker exploded.

She was the one child who wanted to go her own way. Had her own thoughts, and was almost wild and free. But underneath all of that, she was also sometimes cold, calculating and overly rational. She never acted out, or irrationally, flying off the handle was not her style. No, she watched the whole scene before making her move, but the wildness in her would make her follow through her decisions, sometimes with way too much fervor. So the question that weighed on my mind as we drove back to my house, setting aside the discoveries and revelations about our uptight neighbors, was what do you say to a child that was doing the right thing, even if the right thing led to trouble?

Well, you don't.

I didn't, despite the anxious looks on everyone's faces, expecting me to get mad like I used to with my son. Five ladies were sitting in the den on the couch, awaiting my judgement and subsequent punishment. But it would never come. I entered the room with a tray of my precious nectar, Grapico soda. Six glasses of iced soda, and me crashing into my lazy boy, after setting the tray down. I closed my eyes for effect and sighed. We sat in the heavy silence, they, looking ready for a tirade. Me taking my dear sweet time. It would be my daughter who cracked first.

"Daddy, I'm Sorr--"

I silenced her with a raised hand.

"There is no reason to apologize if you did what your mind and heart said was the right thing to do. Apologizing for doing the right thing is a sign of unsure weakness. You girls should own what you did proudly. Because of you all, you taught someone that picking on the weak and helpless has consequences."

"But they will expel us or worse, arrest us."

"Perhaps. but in my experience if they wanted to cuff you and haul you off, they would have already did so. The Dean isn't a woman to trifle with. If she wanted you gone, then she would not have given you the afternoon off."

Now the girls were starting to sob.

"Sometimes doing the right thing is the hardest choice to make. Look and Joan of Ark. She followed her convictions through and ended up burnt at the stake as a heretic. But her name would be praised long after her death."

"But we could be removed from school and our futures taken."

"The question is, Will you let your futures be ruined by this? Just try to understand that I have your backs no matter what happens tomorrow. But you all can rest here, and I will see your friends home when the time comes."

I polished off my glass of soda, and headed to the pool.

I needed to clear my head with a few laps, and the events of the morning, my daughters fight, and what my wife confessed to me were battling for territory in my thoughts. I swam around, trying to figure things out. The day was trudging on, when I heard the school bus on the street pass by. Then I heard the sound of a car that desperately needed servicing pull into the drive way. I did not know anyone who would let their car get that bad, so I jumped out of the pool and grabbed a towel.

A frazzled woman was getting out of the car. She was directing her passenger to exit too. She stopped and adjusted her outfit, seemingly to have rushed here from work. I made it to the porch as they did and I greeted them.

"Hello, how may I help you?"

I asked which shocked the woman out of her tizzy.

"Are you the father of the girl who got into the fight because of my daughter?"

"Yeah. why, whats wrong?"

I asked sensing an uneasy tension in the air. Ether this woman was mad, or she was a really proud woman.

"Well, the school called, and said my daughter was involved in a fight, and they wanted to make sure she was alright."

"I don't think she was in the fight, my guess is she was the reason for the fight."

"Well whatever happened, the school wants us to take her to the special needs office at the school board to get her side of the story. She is non verbal, high functioning Autistic girl."

"I see. Care to come inside for a cup of coffee?"

"No, we wont be staying long. I just wanted to make sure your kid was not the reason she is scraped up."

"No, ma'am, I think my daughter was just standing up for her."

"I see. Well tell your daughter thank you, but my child can defend herself."

"Okay. Well if that is all, I am heading inside. Have a nice rest of your day."

"You are welcome."

The lady almost dragged her child away, the girl had something to say, but as I guessed, did not bring anything to communicate with. The woman left in a hurry, back to work I assumed. But I entered the house, to find five girls binging on my ice cream stash, and generally moping about, accepting the fate that awaits them.

No one went home that night, so I sprung for some pizza, and called it an early night after watching a movie I rented. My wife came in to change into her night clothes, and I broke the ice between us.

"I still love you, you know?"

"Well, Writer, I want you to know, that I love you too."

"Where do we go from here?"

"Oh don't worry about that, I have something in mind for our neighbors."

"Oh, okay then, Night dear."

"Night, Writer."

The next Morning.

I woke up early. I shaved, and put on my best suit. I figured if I went looking professional, then maybe the dean wont kick it to the expulsion board. The most I hoped for was suspension, but this was a different age from when I was in high school. So I gathered the girls up, my wife having just left for her shift, having been moved to the morning shift at the last moment. The hospital called her at 11:30 pm to tell her that her shift had been switched to the morning as the morning shift was lacking manpower due to several nurses out due to illness.

So I told the girls to dress nicely,  and we all headed to school. The dean was doing the breakfast run, where she patrols the school before classes start, since classes do not start until 8. She noticed us right away, said something into the walkie talkie, and escorted us to her office.

"So are any of you ready to say who started the fight?"

"Well ma'am, I do believe with the evidence presented, it was the actions of the other girls that triggered the fight."

"Oh, tell me how you came to that conclusion."

So I laid it out for her. The fact that her cousin was special needs, and the fact that it was not right to bully people who have it worse than you. I apologized for my daughter's rashness, but I also made it quite clear that what she did, while not the best option, was the only option present, and the morality of it would lean to it being the right choice. And I finished my Perry Mason like speech with an offering of an acceptable punishment for all involved.

"So in conclusion, I feel that arrest and expulsion would only teach that doing the right thing is useless, because zero tolerance is an overarching act of great laziness on the part of those who are in charge of educating the children. Nothing is learned, and futures are ruined. No, given our history, you know very well that the best form of discipline was not giving a child a vacation, rewarding misdeeds with a break from school. Oh no. I do remember my Junior year, that those flower gardens out front were very well taken care of."

I said instinctively looking at my hands, remembering having to show up to school early in work clothes, and spending the two hours a day for a solid month weeding, and tending those gardens with the other students who caught the ire of the imposing dean.

The dean let a small smile slip as she thoughtfully tapped her cheek, a sign that she was cooking some punishment in her head that would make the most hardened medieval torture masters shiver with fear.

"So what I am hearing is that you don't want anyone kicked out of school, even those who were in the wrong?"

"Correct."

"Then sign these forms."

"But I can't sign for the girls who are not my children."

"It will be fine, their parents were notified. I will handle the rest. Sign here."

She pushed the papers to me. I read them, thanking God that I can read legalese. The forms basically granted permission to basically punish the girls as the school seen fit.

I signed the four forms, and once she looked them over then she passed judgement.

"Writer, given our storied history together, I am inclined to agree with you. If my punishments had a lasting effect on you this long, then I must have done something right. So as for your girls, they will come to school, go to OJT and attend classes normally, however for two hours before and after school they are mine. Whatever needs to be done around here, they should be more than willing to do, right?"

She asked as she looked at the girls who were on the verge of an emotional breakdown.

"Also, the elementary school across the street will need help next week for their annual spring fair. I am sure your children would be more than grateful for the opportunity to help, am I wrong?"

"No ma'am"

I and my daughter answered.

"Good. Girls, go get some breakfast, there is still time to eat. Me and your father have some more to discuss."

The girls nodded and left the office. I almost heard a loud sigh outside.

"Now Writer, let me admit this. I knew what those other girls did. I wanted to see what the daughter of the infamous Writer would do, Though taking after her knuckle dragging father surprised me. Let me say this, you raised some fine kids. Now do you honestly want me to show leniency to the bullies."

"Yeah, expulsion was a dirty word among us back in the day, it was only used if you were basically feral in school. Now they toss it around like its a slap on the wrist. Those bullies just need to be knocked down a peg or two."

"Well I was thinking the same thing....."

We chatted for half an hour before she had pressing business to attend to, and I left. I hit up the home improvement store again, buying more potting soil, and then the army navy store to work on my secret stash for my plan.

It was 11 a.m. and I found myself at my nieces school with a hamburger combo meal. I was allowed to have lunch with her, since the school was for special needs children. We ate outside, and she just talking my ear off, as we dined on our lunches. She is a good girl, pure to almost a fault. After lunch, I went to the store to replenish our supplies, stocking up on more snacks, as I had a feeling that a wave of teenagers would be falling upon my house.

After a few more stops, it was time to pick up the girls. From their attitudes, they were cautiously excited to have escaped a serious punishment. But I had to bring them back to reality with the fact that if there was a next time I may not be there to save them. That sobered them up a bit. But I did learn the fates of the bullies. Word around the school spread like wildfire. The bullies were ordered to assist the special needs classes. Which means they lose their non necessary, non essential classes for two months to assist the special needs classes with helping out where needed on top of the two hours before school and after school forced labor camps as I liked to call them. It was either that or arrest and expulsion. Of course when offered what looked like an easy out, they chose to not get kicked out, without really knowing what they were agreeing to. That was the comedic irony of it all, to either be arrested and kicked out, or choose to help those you picked on. It was utterly delicious, from the sadistic point of view.

I was about to turn off to take the other girls home, when daughter spoke up.

"No daddy, we need to have a meeting at our house."

"Fuck."

I cursed under my breath. The girls barely let the suv stop when they made a mad dash to the front door, before I had to boom out my fatherly authority voice, that always works on my kids.

"HOLD IT."

All five girls stopped. I had not noticed Miranda in the group.

"Before you set upon my larder for your after instruction snacking, you will all unload the groceries from my carriage, post haste."

I commanded. Today had me worn out and I was not going to tote the groceries inside while they lounged about waiting for me to be their butler or manservant.

The girls left their bookbags on the porch and started to haul in the groceries, and then assisted in putting them away. They were practically drooling when we were finished. I decided to let them stew a minute before letting them eat my food like they never had a meal before. Do these girls not eat at all until they come over? When I was their age, you were lucky to get a pbj at a friends house if you were hanging out. So I decided to distract them.

A secret that many women will vehemently deny. I bought a bag of those mixed chocolate halloween candy, those delectable "fun" sized candy bars. I had their full and undivided attention as I poured the large bag into a large oversized bowl.

"Now, come and relax."

I offered as I pulled out a cold 2 liter of soda and glasses for them. They must be magic users, as the bottle and cups vanished before I could even blink. This gave me enough of a distraction to go replenish my hidden snack supply.

Chocolate is the male half of the species greatest discovery. Good to lighten up a heavy day.

I was in my office while technically on a mental health break, I could not help but ask the office to send me any thing giving them problems. So I was fixing a tallying error when my wife messaged me, her most sexually, demented, devious, and down right soap opera plan. And all I had to do was invite a few friends over.......

TBC

[msslave]

OMG. One problem dealt with and considering it was teenage girls I would presume the next thing you were considering was parting the Red Sea. After all it's been done before. Maybe just settle for parting the swimming pool as a start.

This has gotten to be a favorite for me. I eagerly look forward to what Mrs. Writer has cooked up. Somehow I have a feeling it won't turn out well for Writer.

[Writers Bloque]

OMG. One problem dealt with and considering it was teenage girls I would presume the next thing you were considering was parting the Red Sea. After all it's been done before. Maybe just settle for parting the swimming pool as a start.

This has gotten to be a favorite for me. I eagerly look forward to what Mrs. Writer has cooked up. Somehow I have a feeling it won't turn out well for Writer.

Most of the times her plans bear sweet fruit, but in this case, it was a Pyrrhic survival at best. They did face severe discipline, even if what they did was the right thing. The school system tolerates nothing, even in the name of Great Justice. If it looked like it was not going to go well for them, not saying I am a made man by any means, but years of volunteer work, and knowing a couple of people on the school board left me with a couple of favors. It also might have helped if I knew personally the lady in charge of the expulsion board. I am not one to play favors, but I also knew who I was dealing with and I knew she rarely issued expulsions, because she and the principle are firm believers in keeping asses at desks, and that all problem children can be saved, with a liberal application of hard labor and a dose of understanding. The dean and my gf/wife were the major players in my high school life story to keep me from wearing black leather and packing a switch blade behind the 7 11 during school hours. This dean actually gave a shit about the students, and despite the mortal terror I feel when I see her, I do thank God that she was put in my path, otherwise I might have fucked up and fucked off my life.

[Writers Bloque]

How to Invite Your Friends to a Potential Bloodbath, or What is the hill to die on worth to you?


Knowing that the house will be free of my kids the Saturday after next, I started to send out invites to our friends, neighbors and those close to us who are not blood related. I had made it kind of clear that it will be an adult party, and to come prepared to stay the night. The next message was to my sister, who was bugging me to spend time with my daughter, so I asked if she was free the Saturday after next for the weekend, she replied that she was free and clear. So after hashing out a plan, and promising some money to her, the plan would be clear of any hindrances.

Two weeks later.....


I kissed my daughter good bye as she went to the elementary school with Mimi and her friends to work the carnival fundraiser thing, and then I set the house up. I set up light snacks and towels by the back glass door since most of the party will be pool side. I still had work to do before everyone showed up, including our secret guests of honor. My wife departed with some friends to do a bit more shopping for the grand climax of the evening and I had to finish prepping the basement, as I am by this point almost done with my secret project.

Allow me to stop here to remind and enlighten anyone who does not know my sexual proclivities:

Me and my wife are still madly in love with each other (her words) although having 4 kids has slightly cooled the temperature down a little, but we also enjoy our friends and neighbors very much in bed. Not that we have any regrets marrying young and missing out on fucking around with other people, its just some of our friends are just fuckable, and sometimes irresistible to not want to poke with my dick until the happy goo comes out. I have stated many times the boundaries we set, no strangers to both of us, no hidden feelings and also unless talked about, no knocking anyone up have kept our marriage happy and wholesome, even if some of the things we do to said friends are not wholesome, and may make someone question the legality of said act. (I mean there might be a law out there against being tied up, spanked until your ass is red, while singing yankee doodle while being sprayed with silly string and coated in honey. Dont personally know, but somewhere there might be a law against it.) But tonight might break some laws....

The house was ready, empty and good to go. I checked the time, popped my pills for my heart and leg and took a nap on the couch. Around two, my wife returned home with some friends, and after rousing me from my couch slumber, I got to see them model their new swimsuits. I approved as I got up and got ready myself. Birdwell Beach Britches ftw, commando obviously, and a tank top. After some idle chit chat, the rest of our guests showed up, and timidly like a pair of cute bunnies walking right into the wolves bar, our guests of honor.

The Plan Commences. Part One: Divide and conquer.

My wife felt it would work out better if we split them up. We learned their kids were at a church weekend camp, so that gave us the green light. The ladies were lazing in and around the pool, keeping Mormons wife off balance with stories and questions, while subtly touching and making physical contact. Any time she would try to find her husband to answer a question that was asked, a lady would catch her off guard.

The blender grinding ice made everyone cheer.

"But alcohol is bad."

"Look, the bible says that it isn't if kept in moderation. Living in the bottle is the sin, but having a drink at a party isn't going to damn you to hell. Jesus was at a wedding party and turned a barrel of water into wine, so..."

Yeah I was in dick mode. I knew the bibles stance on drinking, but my part of the plan required him to be "loose" so the men gathered around the grill I was working, as I took small breaks to make the drinks.

Getting him interested in what was going to happen later was the tough part, so that is why I invited two of my close, dearest male friends to the party.

Meet Henri:

Henri is a 43 year old true to life Hermaphrodite. When presented with the choice of what sex he wanted to life the rest of his life as, his answer was "both." His blend of masculine and feminine features could make him pass as a woman if dressed right, or a dude bro. He recently became the owner of the hair salon he worked at, when the old owner retired. And he is the only person, besids my wife allowed to touch my hair. And also his tool is fucking nice. (I gave Henri my anal cherry a couple of months after meeting him and befriending him years ago.) He does not subscribe to a sexuality as he prefers to remain open and free. But he is smooth as all fuck, and like that Bill Clinton episode of Family Guy, he can talk you out of your clothes and into bed, and in the morning leave you with a smile and a stack of pancakes.

Meet Lucas:

Lucas is as he describes himself to others as "So flaming he can light your smoke from a mile away." Is one of the few people I can trust my kids to, and know they are absolutely safe. He got me into liking drag movies, and is sometimes the voice of reason in my circle of friends. His wife, is the strong silent type, who can take a car apart and in the span of an afternoon, have it running again. He also makes a mean white Russian, adding a white chocolate sauce to die for. Lucas in high school got picked on because he was openly gay but he handled himself with dignity. Also oddly is able to draw a group of women around him, and either make them feel good, or become catty and tear them to shreds. We got into a fist fight in high school, because he made a friend of my gf cry, but she slammed him with a ton of hurtful words and all he said was that her style was that of his grandmother. After the fight we were best friends for life. I needed his expertise in this mission.

So with the Mormon team assembled it was time to move to the next step, since the Mormon family is now full occupied and engaged. We all ate outside and swam a bit, engaging in some grab ass, and when the sun was down enough to paint the sky orange we headed inside. I gathered the men into the basement, were I had finished assembling a pool table, and a small stripper stage complete with pole. The beer started flowing while the talk turned a bit horny. Soon we were all mellow and making outrageous bets on games of pool.

Upstairs.

The wine glasses stayed filled as the ladies were gathered to open up, and as per the plan, sex became an open topic. The music was light as the ladies lounged around in now dry swimsuits and merrily chatted. My wife with cues from her friends who were in on it were shifting positions to deliberately expose a nipple, tit, or pussy, while being coy with it, feigning false modesty. But there was one thing that the ladies needed no excuse for. And it was just the thing. A group shower in the master bath. I was glad I invested in a large tub to bathe in. It saved our asses when the kids were little, we all could just jump in and bathe together innocently. But now it was going to be filled with a small group of wined up horny women. Soon they were lathered up and fingering each others body. The sex levels reached critical mass in the bathroom, and once they were "clean," they dried off and moved to the bed to continue their private orgy.

Downstairs.

The pool tournament was in full swing and I had to sit out a round due to the friend Mark had gotten a bit too tipsy to continue, so we had him sober up and now the room was naked, as we all lost some money and our shorts. Henri, being a pool shark was losing on purpose, to give the pool novice Mormon "pointers" standing close behind him, so close that we all snickered when we watched Henri's delicious tool slide in between those pasty white cheeks. Mormon husband offered no resistance to the invasion, and I slid Henri a tube of lube, and nodded. He picked it up with his foot and only backed off to slick up his prong, and work two greased fingers up his ass. Mormon stopped trying to focus and close his eyes in pleasure, caused by the invading digits. We all gave the thumbs up as we watched while stroking our cocks in anticipation of what was about to happen.

Henri pulled his fingers out and we heard a sad moan, and then a squeal as Henri plunged his cock head into the awaiting asshole. Slow and steady, he was working it in, forcing Mormon to grip the pool table to fully steady himself for this seemingly awaited fuck. Henri built a pace, and with each thrust he would push it in hard and deep. I was praying that the pool table would hold Mormon as Henri picked him up and laid him on his back. Soon the men were around the table awaiting their turn with that ass, with Mormon holding his legs open invitingly. It was time to bring the curtains up on this comedy of errors.

I left the basement when Henri, Lucas, and his wife carried Mormon, with Henri still buried deep in his ass into the room with the stage and closed the door, and the lights dimmed. I turned the music up a bit to drown out the sounds of the frenzy of cocks being sucked and asses being fucked. Up the stairs, I shouted the code words to my wife..

"Honey, you have a phone call in the kitchen."

That got the ladies a bit more excited, those that were in the know that is. So my wife left the pile of sex to leave the room to meet me in the kitchen.

After a few minutes, my wife called to her friends and MW (Mormon Wife) to come to the basement. I heard the sounds of excited footsteps come down the stairs, and that was my cue to rejoin the men.

"The guys are in the garage, so we can play in the basement. Writer built a stage, and I moved some interesting things to play with down there."

This brought out a squeal of joy as the ladies were all over each other in anticipation.

When the basement door opened, it was like a naked scooby doo adventure with the ladies tip toeing down the stairs, and stopping in the mini bar I had set up. Nothing fancy, just what I could toss together on a shoestring budget of any and all free money I had managed to save. Even had a Naked Lady poster on the wall and beer adverts all over. But from the cracked open door I knew it would be seconds, so in a rush we had Mormon on his knees sucking my cock as someone was behind him fucking him silly. During the stunned silence of the crowd, my wife walked up the basement stairs and locked the door, trapping us in her web like plans. Returning to us, she put on her "I am supposed to be mad and scold you, but I am not really mad at you, just play along, dufus" face.

"Writer, what are you doing to our dear neighbor? You shouldn't be doing that to him. As host you need to be more thoughtful to the needs of our guests. Get behind him and plow him silly."

The look on MW's face was priceless, it was a mix of drunk, horny, shock, betrayal and sadness. But it did not help her case that while she was standing there dumbfounded, she was enjoying having her pussy eaten and her ass rimmed. My wife pinched her nipples on those mommy milkers, and when she tried to speak, she was cut off by a deep and passionate kiss from my wife.

"Bu--"

"Shh, deep down inside you knew this was the reality. Let me flesh this out with you. You married either young or not by your choice, and your loving hubby, along with you had some skeletons in your closets. And fear of what ever reprisal the Mormon church has against this part of you and divorce, you and him just took it in stride, until it became so boring, that you were willing to do whatever it took to break the tedium."

"Yeah...."

"So shut up, bitch and get on your hands and knees on the stage besides your hubby. Tonight for a few hours you are not Mormons, but the playthings of a close group of friends. "

That take charge attitude, the one that settled children's disputes, halted rowdy nieces and nephews and probably also worked at her job. It left no room for discussion or debate. And it was the attitude that forced a grown woman to her knees on a small stage, hastily constructed, next to her husband who despite being shameful having been caught by his wife, had my cock in his mouth ready to receive another load, and happily pushing back against the cock plowing his bunghole. She was now forced on all fours, her tits hung prettily as my wife stepped into her favorite toy. A thick nine inch strap on. But MW would not be angry long, as everyone started to keep her too busy to have an emotional crisis. Her hands were either jerking a cock, or fingering a snatch. Her face was forced into a friends cunt, now being driven forward by my wife's not so gentle thrusts.

The night devolved into a total and absolute nasty fuck fest. No one would walk away clean, with semen on, in and over. When it came time to wind it down, as everyone was spent, the ladies gathered around Mormon and his wife, who were making out while being fucked and the rest of us decided to give their new relationship a proper send off, a seven load salute. The men who were not fucking, sucking, getting fucked or their ball tanks empty stood in a line, beating off until they gloriously came, all over the heads and faces of the couple. I replaced the girl who was fucking MW from behind with a strap on, cause she look spent, and instead of her well and completely fucked out pussy, I took her ass. I wanted her to remember this night. No one tries anything or tricks my wife and walks away unscathed.

I pounded her ass, as the pain was long gone, and total submission to my cock pounding her ass. I would not last much longer, so I creampied her ass and soon in the humid, sex musk filled room, we all kind of crashed. No one was going home as one, everyone was still over the legal limit drunk, and two, I don't think anyone had enough strength to crawl up the stairs. I held my smelly, sticky wife and we cuddled and fell asleep, spent, tired and happy.

Aftermath and repercussions.

Sunday Morning found my dining room full of well fucked, hung over zombies. My hot water heater was working overtime by the time everyone was clean and semi human again. Coffee brought everyone back to life and I made cinnamon rolls. We all hung out, and the party crowd slowly dispersed back to their lives, while the guests of honor left as soon as they ate their share of breakfast and had coffee.

The kids came home later in the day, with arm loads of bags, apparently my sister decided to go shopping. Me and the wife were too tired to deal with much, so we crashed for an afternoon nap. No one wanted to cook, so I ordered Chinese take out, and of course my daughter and Mimi asked why we looked tired. I just told them we were working on projects until late last night. But the door to the basement would remain locked until no one was home, as opening the door would give away the secret.

The basement would get cleaned out, and it took two bottles of febreeze, holy water and three bundles of burning sage to purify the air of what we did down there.

So instead of breaking up, like I thought would happen to them, apparently their marriage was strengthened, with MW still coming over to "visit" my wife, but now wanting to set up more play dates. Mormon and I became kinda friends, I still find him annoying, but I had respect for him. Any man who would willing have a train of eight guys ran on him and not cry about it earned some respect, but not in the look up to kind of way.

However in the final weeks to come, Moving trucks would become a common sight in the neighborhood, as someone was spreading the word to a certain religious community that the neighborhood was just swell to live in, and the battle between me and my back neighbors would escalate into a war against a religion.

But dear readers, that will remain a story for another time. 

[msslave]

WOO #154. It's hard to know what else to say. For those who haven't followed this story, set aside some time and dive in. Be careful tho' you might end up in the deep end of Writer's pool with no one to toss you.a line. 

[Writers Bloque]

WOO #154. It's hard to know what else to say. For those who haven't followed this story, set aside some time and dive in. Be careful tho' you might end up in the deep end of Writer's pool with no one to toss you.a line. 

Oh there is a line, but you might be different at the end of it. Thanks for the read, I am glad to have brought a smile and possible hardon to you through my story.

[msslave]

You're an interesting writer and I enjoy your stories.

If you followed my "My Doctor Visit" in Members Bar, you'd know hard ons are a thing of the past for me.
Not a bad trade for getting a few more years of life.

[Writers Bloque]

You're an interesting writer and I enjoy your stories.

If you followed my "My Doctor Visit" in Members Bar, you'd know hard ons are a thing of the past for me.
Not a bad trade for getting a few more years of life.

You are too good of a man to have that thrust upon you. Thank you.

[msslave]

I've had a great life and not much left to the buckle list. Before the cancer was discovered I was thinking how great my life had been and that if I had to go I'd be ready.

Then I got the news a few months later. I took it in stride and had accepted the extra years I'm getting so I can be wife's seeing eye dog. She's pretty much blind now.