Kelsey's World Ch. 41

Gilda walked as if on a cloud. Her body carried her happy looking head, but everything below the neck felt different than it ever had before, disconnected somehow, as if her dreamy, satisfied looking eyes and her coy little smile were floating toward the house on their own. The air was perfumed with a collage of heady scents — the riot of peonies and other June blossoms in Kay's big flower gardens; the clean smell of chlorine in the splashing pool water; the earthy, mixed scent of perspiration, semen, wet pussies and ass; and the evocative, summery scent of sunscreen on heated-up naked bodies. Lots and lots of heated-up naked bodies.

"You havin' fun, Honey?" Kelsey asked, smirking because the answer was written all over Gilda's face. "I saw you with my dad and Albert. You know them from the gym, right?"

Gilda nodded. A semblance of an answer floated around inside her head, but it never found her mouth.

"It was good, right?" Kelsey said, nodding at Gilda's post-orgasmic glow. "I know, Honey. I know. Want a drink or somethin'? Some food? Gotta keep your strength up, it's gonna be a nice long day."

Gilda headed for a pitcher of ice water on the kitchen counter and poured herself a glass. "I've seen you around town," she said, finally convincing her scrambled brain to speak. "I didn't know you were Bobby's daughter."

Kelsey recognized the look of curiosity in Gilda's eyes. "Is it the porn, Honey? Is that why you sorta know me?"

Gilda nodded.

"Oh, that's cool," Kelsey said. "Yeah, a lot of people in town know me from that. What do you think of it? Do you like it?"

Gilda nodded. "It's kind of hard to believe you really look like that," she said, looking over Kelsey's perfect little naked body. "I thought it was Photoshop or something."

"My porn videos, you mean? No, Honey, Tucker wouldn't do that. I don't even know if you can do that with movies, can you? Maybe. But Tucker likes it raw and real. Me too. I love seein' all those amateur women, with their real-life bodies, gettin' the living shit fucked outta them by my boys. It's just like real life, Honey," she said, letting her gaze drift out to the sun-dappled orgy just outside the big French doors.

Gilda's still dreamy gaze drifted outside, too. It was an astonishing sight, men and women from all walks of life taking pleasure in pure, unbridled sex. Gilda even knew one of the couples from her real life — Rich and Jessica Potter insured their restaurant through the small agency where Gilda worked. When Gilda first walked into Kay and Bobby's house earlier in the day, with Barb at her side, as nervous as she'd ever been in her life, she saw Jessica standing there wearing nothing but a garter belt, stockings and high heels, and then, across the room, she locked eyes with Rich, looking casually handsome in khaki shorts and a polo shirt. He was chatting with a naked girl Gilda didn't know. It was an odd moment, a small town inevitability, and a very unsettling arrival for the already nervous woman, but she'd gotten past it with Bobby and Albert's help.

"So," Kelsey said, pouring herself a glass of water from the pitcher, "we've got lots of big-party newbies here today, this is so awesome. I should hook you up with my friend Brie's father Brian, you guys would make a cute couple. He's the one over there with my mom," Kelsey said, gesturing to a shady spot at the far corner of the pool patio. "God, she's really goin' at him! She sorta knows him from high school parent's stuff, but she just loves suckin' a new cock."

"So your mother and father, they...have these parties often?"

"Not super often. There's a few big ones like this every year. Christmas is a biggie. We do some smaller ones at my house, too."

Gilda listened as she watched the action outside, but Kelsey's words sounded as dream-like as the wildly x-rated visuals. She tried to take it all in, but it was just so otherworldly.

"I love your hair, Honey," Kelsey said, snapping Gilda's attention halfway back to reality. "It's cool how it all matches."

Gilda was a natural blonde, with straight hair on her head, cropped straight above her shoulders, and soft-looking wavy pubes in a classic 'V' that accented her small, slit-like pussy. She'd trimmed down there before the party, knowing Barb was clean shaven and Wendy was nearly so. She blushed when she saw how intently Kelsey was looking her over.

"Oh," she said. "Yes."

"If I wasn't red I'd definitely go blonde," Kelsey said. "I love that yours is real. Blonde pussies are wicked hot."

"I didn't know...how to do it," she said, looking down at herself. "So many of you are...shaved."

"That looks just right, Honey. You got a fun body. Some of the guys really love a rounder girl. Lots of curves and jiggle to hold on to."

"I'll need to work harder at the gym if I'm ever...coming back."

"You better! Come back I mean! Fuck the gym, Honey. I mean do it if you want to, but only if you want to. Like I said, plenty of guys are gonna dig you. You'll see. You already did, right? Daddy and Albert were super into it. I could tell."

Gilda smiled a dreamy smile. She knew it was true. She looked out the window at Bobby, with his big, swollen-looking cock hanging beautifully between his legs as he walked around filling lemonade glasses. "I'm surprised...you're here. With your Father."

"Oh, we're way beyond that, Honey. Did you know we're naturists? I grew up naked, with everybody around."

"Barb mentioned it, but I...I guess I didn't really put it all together. What about these parties? You weren't around for them, were you?"

Kelsey pointed at the ceiling. "Third floor window."

Gilda looked surprised. "Wow. That must have been..."

"An education? Yup. That it was, Honey."

Koop wandered in out of the warm sun. "Great party," he said. "Lots of new faces."

"Did you meet Gilda?" Kelsey asked.

"No, but I've wanted to. Hi Gilda. Barb and Wendy and Matt all speak very highly of you."

Gilda didn't know what to say. She was suddenly acutely aware of her nudity, and it felt as far as can be from natural. "They...talk about me?" she asked, trying to keep her eyes on Koop's face and ignore her desire to ogle his tattooed body.

"Yeah, good things," he said. "They were so happy that you decided to come today."

"She'll be cummin' all day long," Kelsey said. "Right, Gilda? With all these guys, it's like the best marathon ever."

Gilda blushed deeply. Her pink face showed all kinds of emotion — surprise, excitement, terror and wonder. Desire finally got the best of her and her eyes wandered down Koop's body for a look-see, slower than she thought she'd do it, pausing on his big, semi-engorged cock, taking in his manly thighs, and then her gaze drifted up again, her eyes darting around to all the well-worn tattoos on his chest and arms.

"Koop's my greasy shop boy," Kelsey said, smiling softly as she watched Gilda's exploring eyes. "You should go fuck him at the shop sometime. It's the sexiest thing ever."

Gilda was even more embarrassed by being caught looking, and her blush infected the rest of her, flushing her whole bloodstream with heat and mottling her chest and stomach with pinkness. Goosebumps set it all off with a flourish.

Kelsey smiled wide. "Wanna beer or somethin', Koop?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Daddy's got ribs on the smoker. Mom said Albert and Rich brought 'em over and got 'em started at like eight this morning."

"It smells unbelievable," Koop said.

"We can get all sticky with barbecue sauce and lick it off each other," Kelsey smiled. "Gilda, did I hear you talkin' to Rich and Jess earlier? Do you know them?"

"Oh, yeah," Gilda said, glad the change of subject was calming her nerves. "They're clients at the insurance agency I work at. I was...kind of shocked to see them here."

"That's cool, Honey. Now you guys'll have a nice secret when they come into the office. He's one of those guys I told you about. When he gets a hold of those curves of yours he's gonna go nuts on you. Especially since he knows you from work. I can't wait to see it."

Gilda was stunned and goosebumpy again. She hadn't thought about actually fucking Rich. And the idea of it happening with people watching seemed crazy. When Bobby and Albert had stripped off her one-piece swimsuit she was aware there were people all around, but it was all so dreamlike it got shuffled to the back of her mind. Horny excitement about the two sexy men from the gym had swept her away, and the fact that others were watching as she had her very first threeway was only a glimmer in her blurry, quickly orgasmic mind. It was more than a little shocking how easily it had happened, and Gilda was still working through the dreamlike confusion when she wandered in out of the sun ten minutes ago.

"Do you really think...he'd want too?" Gilda asked.

"Honey, there isn't a man here who doesn't wanna fuck you," Kelsey said. "That's just how it is. You'll get used to it."

Gilda was sure she wouldn't get used to it. She looked at Koop, leaning against the counter with a beer in his hand, looking as casual as a man can be. She was pretty sure he didn't want to fuck her. There were no outward signs anyway, except for that little twinkle in his eyes. And that almost imperceptible smirk. The one that seemed to be growing. Oh my God, Gilda said to herself, his cock's growing, too!

"What'd I tell you, Honey," Kelsey said. "Give him a blowjob and ride him on that little rug in front of the sink. That way you'll be able to see all those sexy tattoos." She winked at Gilda and headed toward the open french door to the patio. "You two have fun," she said, as she strode out into the sunlight.

"She's...somethin' else," Gilda said, trying to keep her eyes up from Koop's big, hardening cock.

"She'll probably ask us how it all went," Koop said, smiling at the funny truth of it.

"So, I'm, like, completely new at this," Gilda said. "Is it really so easy? I mean, you're Barb's boyfriend. It's just hard for me to wrap my head around."

"Yup," Koop said. "I know it's kind of amazing, but, it really is this easy. Speaking of your head, do you enjoy giving blowjobs?"

"I do," Gilda said, smiling shyly at Koop's fully aroused state. "I'm sure I'm not very good at it."

"That rug does look comfortable, and the view's nice," Koop said, glancing at the sexual free-for-all outside. "Shall we?"

"What if somebody comes in?"

"That's part of the fun of it," Koop said.

"You like that?"

"Surprisingly, yes."

Koop and Gilda smiled at each other, both wondering who should make the first move.

"You're wilting," Gilda said, watching Koop's big cock droop, the meaty-looking thing bobbing slightly with the beat of his heart.

He held his ground, confident that Gilda would come to him. "A little lick'll stiffen things up nicely," he said.

Gilda's interest showed on her face. She walked over to him, turned and leaned against the counter the way he was, right next to him. "It's really this easy, huh?" she said quietly, reaching for the warm, half-hard hunk of flesh between his legs. Koop jumped a little when he felt her gentle touch. "Sorry," she said. "The water glass was cold."

Koop groaned under his breath at the beautiful feel of the cold hand on his hot cock. He put his arm around Gilda, pulled her tight to him and kissed her. "God that feels good!" he moaned into her kissing mouth.

Gilda found herself riding him, down on the floor in front of the sink, on the soft little rug, sitting up proud, holding Koop's hands in hers on her tits, with hardly a care in the world as various people wandered in for drinks and snacks. The little rug was near the refrigerator, which was a popular destination, and Bobby even needed to use the sink, right above them. Gilda was lost in a near orgasm at that point, and she grabbed his big cock while he was there, holding it tight while she rode.

"You're a better man than I am, Koop," Bobby said. "I didn't last long in that sweet pussy."

It was a statement that made Gilda a believer. I really am good enough for these experienced men! Three men inside me in less than an hour! And all three made me... "Oh, God, I'm cumming," she huffed. "I'm fuckin' cumming!"

Bobby had hardened up to full size in her hand, the biggest cock she'd ever seen. She took it as deep as she could in her moaning mouth, glanced down at the handsome tattooed man under her, listened to the people milling about in the kitchen and rode herself to exhibitionist bliss.

"You go, girl!" Kay yelled from just outside the door.

"Yeah! Gilda!" Kelsey yelled. "Rockin' the kitchen floor! Woo hoo!"

Barb was watching as best she could through the sunny reflections on the big windows next to the french doors. She was glad Gilda had jumped in with both feet. Barb was with her own newbie — Raymond's Brooklyn roommate George. Their other roommate, Tsuneo, was in the end stages of an important project at work, so he didn't join his friends for the train trip upstate, but their workmates Emberly and Leela did. Raymond had told them there'd be a party at Kelsey's house, and the girls and George figured there'd be sex, but Raymond neglected to tell them it was at Kelsey's parents house and it was the biggest orgy of the summer season, with swingers of all ages in attendance. Raymond knew they'd chicken out if they knew all that, so he lured them upstate with the promise of a nice, quiet, away-from-the-city get together with Kelsey and Brie and Charity.

When they arrived earlier in the day, Kelsey heard the rental car parking next to her Jeep on the grass next to the barn. She bounded down the steps off the front porch of the big Victorian house, with her big tits bouncing.

"Is this where you guys live?" Leela asked. "I pictured something a lot smaller."

"It's where I grew up, yeah," Kelsey said. She hugged George and Emberly and Leela, and sensed their confusion. "Raymond, didn't you tell them?"

"Not exactly," he said, sheepishly.

"What? What's going on?" Leela asked.

Ashley emerged from the house, wearing a lacy bra and panties. She joined them by the car while Kelsey and Raymond explained things. George looked interested in staying to experience a real swinger's party, but Leela and Emberly looked unsure.

"If you guys really don't want to stay we can go hang out with my parents," Raymond said to them. "The house is just down the road. My Dad'll take us for ice cream in his old car."

"Ice cream in an old car that belches smoke out the back, or the best day of sex ever," Kelsey said. "It's up to you guys."

Emberly's eyes took in all of Kelsey's sexiness. She didn't know why exactly it had been that way, but for most of the train trip up that morning she'd been thinking about getting her hands on Kelsey again. Ice cream with a kindly father just didn't stack up against those porn star tits and the most suckable nipples she'd ever seen. "I think we should stay," she said to Leela. "Let's see what it's like."

A half an hour later...

"Your friends' swimsuits didn't last long," Barb said to George. "What are their names?"

"Emberly and Leela."

"You all work together with Raymond?"

"Yeah," George said. "Do you know him?"

"Oh, sure," Barb said, looking powerfully seductive. "Raymond and I've had some wonderful times together. He knows all the women here. We all love it when you young guys come to play with us."

George and Barb were sitting on an iron bench at the edge of one of Kay's flower gardens, taking in the scene around the pool. George still had his swimsuit on but it was a bit of a lost cause — the thin polyester and the mesh lining were doing little to hide his erection as it firmed up and wilted, over and over again as the visual sights and the conversation affected him. Barb was getting to him, just the way she'd hoped she would.

"Have they been with older men before?" Barb asked.

"Em and Lee? No, I don't think so."

"Oh, this'll be special for them, then. How about you? Any older women?"

"No," George said, looking shy.

"Do we interest you?"

"Oh, yeah!" George said, wishing he hadn't been quite so enthusiastic.

"Good," Barb said. "We could start with a nice blowjob. Would you like that?"

George's instinct was to say "Yes, Ma'am", but he thought better of it and just nodded.

Barb smiled, and George got a clearer picture of just how beautiful she was. "Shall we take off our clothes?" she asked. "They seem so unnecessary. Did you know Kelsey and her family are naturists? Even when there's no party no one wears clothes here."

"Her father, too?"

"Yes. Are you wondering if he's hard all the time?" Barb asked, with a twinkle in her pretty eyes as she reached around herself to unfasten her bikini top. She watched George's eyes when she let her big tits wobble free, and she smiled again. "He has pretty good control over it, but they're a very sexual family. Did you watch him fuck my friend Gilda?"

George nodded sheepishly.

Barb looked across the pool at Bobby. He and Austin were chatting up Emberly and Leela. They were all naked. The two girls were either feeling shy or were pretending to be, with their arms folded across their tits. "From the looks of it your two friends may be next," Barb said.

"That's Kelsey's boyfriend, right?"

"Yes. He's my son," Barb said nonchalantly, as she took off the bottom half of her bikini. She sat with her legs spread a bit. George glanced down at her baby-smooth bald pussy.

"Your son? You don't mind him seeing you?"

"Honey, he'll probably be doing a lot more than seeing me today. There aren't many limits at these parties. It's sort of anything goes. We haven't had two men fuck each other yet, but it wouldn't surprise me if it happened."

George looked shocked. His swimsuit was on its way down his legs, and his cock started to wilt just as things were getting good.

"I take it that doesn't turn you on," Barb said. "Don't worry. Like I said, it's never happened." She slithered off the bench, pulled George's swimsuit off over his feet, and positioned herself between his legs. "Let's see if we can get you back in shape," she said.

She gathered the wilting hunk of flesh in her hand and used her mouth like a vacuum cleaner, suctioning the cock in, using her head to pull it like saltwater taffy. It hardened up rapidly.

"Ooo," Barb said, smiling. "That's better. Nice cock, young man. Do you wanna fuck me with it later? Hmm? I wanna drink your cum first, but later you'll fuck me, right?"

George was speechless. He nodded at the forty-seven year old goddess, and watched as she gave him a rip-snorter of a blowjob. The rest of the partiers blurred into a lovely, dream-like haze. His moans mixed with Barb's, and they mixed with the sounds of the others — a slowly rising symphony of sex noises riding on a cushion of old pop music from the sixties that drifted out of the house and the outdoor speakers. It was a playlist Bobby and Kelsey had put together, and at the moment it was The Monkey's. ...Daydream believer, and a...home-coming quee-e-e-een..."

After a few of the most blissful moments of his life, George gushed his warmth into Barb's hungry, licking, sucking mouth. His dreamy eyes tried to focus when he heard Emberly's unmistakable squeals of delight.

She was just beginning a cowgirl ride on Bobby. He was on his back on the warm grass right next to the pool patio. Leela was on her knees right next to them, trying to tame Austin's huge cock. She'd become pretty good at deep throat back in Brooklyn, where Raymond was the biggest — she was well proud of herself for conquering him — but Austin was bigger in every dimension. She was unsure of how it would go, but she was giving it the old college try and Austin looked very happy with her efforts. The way Emberly was reacting to her first older man, with a cock even bigger than Austin's slithering in and out of her pussy, gave Leela courage and inspiration. Her numerous glances up at Austin's tall, perfect, soccer player body helped her along, too.