This is the sixteenth chapter of “The Policeman.” As we have stated in earlier chapters, the story contains bisexuality and sexual acts involving adults and under-age minors, both related and non-related, in accordance with the shared story preferences of the authors. If any of this is objectionable to you, you might like to leave and go to another story.
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After Fred and Grant had gone, Brian, Donna, and Oliver had a long discussion about this new lifestyle. Donna confessed that she felt very relaxed, having spent almost a whole day naked. Oliver felt the same, then observed that, “Grant likes it too.”
“I could tell,” said Donna, with a smile from the memory of Grant's first sight of her naked body.
The conversation turned to the invitation to spend an evening with the Chandler family. When Brian told them it would be a naked one, Oliver's eyes lit up. “You mean their kids would be too?”
So it was that they stood at the Chandlers' front door ringing the bell. It opened and the small face of a pretty little girl appeared. “Are you the Wicks?” she asked.
“It's OK, Meredith,” said a deeper voice. “It's them. Open the door, honey.”
They all moved into the entryway, and Dave stepped forward to extend his hand in a firm grip, first with Donna, then with Oliver. “I'm Dave, and I'm so glad to meet you,” he said. The rest of his family was behind him, all completely naked, wearing only pleasant smiles.
Donna was immediately drawn to Marsha, who seemed to have eyes for her as well. Oliver couldn't take his eyes off of Meredith, the 11-year-old daughter. She was beautiful! Brian looked longingly at Donny, who smiled back shyly.
“Well,” said Dave. “I'll show you where you can undress and make yourselves comfortable.” .
They followed him down a short corridor to what appeared to be a guest room. “Here you go,” said Dave. “We'll see you in the family room when you're ready to join us. Can't miss it. Right off of the kitchen.” He closed the door and left.
They quickly and silently stripped off their clothes, folded them neatly, and set them on the bed. Standing naked at the door, with his hand on the knob, Brian smiled at them and said encouragingly, “Here we go,” and opened the door and stepped into the hall.
He could tell that Donna was nervous at her first public exposure, so he took her hand to calm her. Oliver was just the opposite, feeling very brave about being naked, about showing off his body. He was quite excited about seeing Meredith again.
It was but a short trek back down the hall and and into the family room. Wine had been poured for the adults; soft drinks for the kids. “Please, sit here,” Marsha said, indicating the sofa. “You'll find it's very comfortable.” Donna and Brian sat there, with Dave and Marsha in chairs opposite them.
The kids picked up their drinks and left the adults, to vanish into Donny's bedroom. Donna had a worried expression. “Is it OK for them to be alone? I mean they're naked…” she let her words trail off, then blushed and apologized. “I'm sorry. I'm so new to this. Don't know what I was thinking.”
“You were seeing them naked and thinking ‘sex,’” explained Marsha. “I can assure you, the very worst is that your son will have questions about Meredith's body.” She looked to Donna, and then to Brian, as if expecting him to say something. “For one her age, she's quite used to the stares and interests of boys who aren't used to seeing naked girls. Please, don't worry.”
“Thank you,” said Donna softly. She took a sip of her drink. “You're right. Thanks for setting me right.” Looking toward Dave, she asked, “This is excellent wine. May I ask what kind it is?”
“Your cock is the same size as Donny's,” said Meredith. They were seated on the bed, one boy on each side of her, as she slowly stroked Oliver's and Donny's hard ons. “See. I can just get my fingers around each of them.”
Oliver groaned appreciatively. “That sure feels nice,” he whispered.
“That's what Donny tells me too,” she replied, as a wicked smile flitted across her lips.
“She jacks me off all the time,” said Donny, enjoying at his sister's stroking. “She's good too.”
“Too bad girls can't jack off,” observed Oliver.
“We can too!” rebutted Meredith. “I'll show you.” She let go of the boys' pricks and lay back on the bed. Moving her thighs apart, she put her fingers against her pussy lips and spread them, exposing her inner sanctum. Oliver, surprised by her forwardness, simply gawked.
“See this thing here?” asked Meredith, touching her small clit. Oliver nodded, not taking his eyes away. “It's called a clit. When I rub it like this,” she said, placing her fingers against it and moving them up and down, “it feels really good.” Oliver watched wide-eyed, as she demonstrated for him. Looking up at his face, Meredith asked rhetorically, “Want to try it?”
Marsha and Donna were in the kitchen, putting final touches on the meal. “Why don't you get the kids, honey,” said Marsha.
“Sure thing, babe,” he responded. He and Brian rose to head off down the corridor to Donny's room. Tapping lightly, Dave announced, “It's dad. Can Brian and I come in?” The soft click of a lock being turned was followed by the door opening to admit them. Then the sounds of someone jumping on the bed.
Brian was dumbfounded at the sight before him. Oliver was lying back, his legs wide, while Meredith knelt between them, her head moving up and down on his raging cock. Donny knelt next to Oliver's head, his body arched over so that his small prick extended down, disappearing into Oliver's cock-hungry mouth for him to suck.
Dave calmly observed that “Donny is just one horny boy. Any open mouth is an invitation to give him a blow job.” He reached down to rub Meredith's back and say softly. “Hurry up, honey. Dinner's almost on the table.” He didn't wait for a response, but opened the door and went back out, into the hall.
“Oh, my god!” was all Brian could utter. “That's one of the hottest things I've ever seen!”
“I know,” chuckled Dave. “They're like that all the time. Meredith has developed into an erotic cock sucker too.” They continued on down the hall then to the family room.
“Are the kids coming?” inquired Marsha.
“Just finishing up a game,” he replied, winking at Brian.
The dinner was delicious. Conversation flowed; even the kids got a comment in now and then. “Everybody looks pretty full.” said Marsha. “Why don't we save coffee and a dessert for later, and relax in the hot tub.”
The kids were most enthusiastic, but rather than jump from their chairs and rushing out, Donny and Meredith quietly slid out of theirs, pushed them back against the table, and walked away. Oliver followed their examples. Donna was impressed by their manners and knowing the right way to do things. “They are so…, I don't know,” said Donna, “So normal!”
The kids went out to the hot tub, while the adults cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher. Taking the unfinished bottle of wine and their four glasses, Brian led the way to the tub.
It was large enough that eight could easily sit comfortably in it. The kids, being significantly smaller, didn't take up as much space. They sat together, with water up to their necks. Bubbles blowing out of holes in the sides of the tub made it impossible to see where their hands were. It was just as well; the adults might object.
With wine all around, the conversation took on a more comic mood, with jokes flying back and forth. More wine, but instead of voices growing louder, a more mellow feeling came over them. Donny, Oliver, and Meredith, claiming they were too hot, left the adults to themselves. With no children to hear them, and wine to relax them, randy challenges were tossed back and forth.
When Marsha's and Donna's breasts became the topic, both women stood up next to each other, with one arm around behind each other, and faced the men, baring their trophies. Brian and Dave made lascivious comments about their attractiveness, which caused Donna to blush. Marsha was enjoying being the center of attention.
Donna, who had begun the visit unsure and nervous, had grown more relaxed. It wasn't just the wine that made her less inhibited. The easy and casual attitude of this friendly couple dispelled any concerns she had about being naked or her body against Marsha's. It was so warm and soft! She turned her head to look at Marsha, who was looking back at her. Their eyes locked. Donna took a deep breath and leaned toward Marsha.
“Are you sure?” whispered Marsha huskily.
“Very!” replied Donna before their lips met and held.
It wasn't a long kiss, nor was it passionate. Just enough to bring up memories of the recent times when she and Janice had met, kissed, and held each other. They separated slowly, almost unwilling to have this moment end. Marsha broke the silence with a challenges for the men.
“OK, fellas, it's our turn to judge what you are so proud of. Let's get those cocks up where we can see them!”
“Ohhh!” laughed Dave. “Listen to this. The mistress of the tub has spoken.” Feeling a trifle embarrassed about showing his very hard cock, Brian stood up next to him.
Marsha looked at Donna, who was still lost in the memory of that kiss, poked her, and said, “Take a look at those weapons. Scary? Huh?”
The jab brought Donna back to the hot tub, where she looked at the pair of hard cocks staring directly at her. She'd seen many erections, but these two, side by side, seemed very alluring, arousing. She felt her nipples harden and a crazed desire in her belly.
“You guys got to judge our tits; now we get to judge your manhood.” She stepped forward, took one in each hand, and squeezed. “Mmm…” she commented. “Very firm.” Looking at Donna, who was watching this wanton display, she said, “Brian's must feel real good going into your pussy, huh?”
Suddenly Donna jumped into the game. “It does. Let me have a feel of Dave's.” Marsha moved aside to grip their pride and joy. Her heart was pounding with the knowledge that she was about to feel Dave's stiff member. Wrapping her fingers around it, she squeezed. Not once but several times, bringing a smile to his face. Her hand was no less occupied with Brian's. “Nice, gentlemen, very nice.”
Marsha was beside her. “You guys passed the first test.” She was smiling mysteriously. “Let's hold judgment until the second test.” Donna and the two men waited expectantly to find out what that test would be.
“The taste test,” Marsha said.
“Yes!” agreed Donna enthusiastically. “The taste test!” A second later, she stopped talking, the smile vanished from her face, and she looked panicked. “The t… t… taste test?” she stammered. Her eyes moved from face to face, looking for this to be just a joke.
Marsha put her hand on Donna's shoulder, which was trembling nervously. “Donna, dear, this can't be the first time you've done the taste test, is it?”
It all sounded so logical. “Well, no,” she began. “But…” The words she wanted to say, to object, wouldn't come to her lips.
The hand on her shoulder began a subtle pressure downward. Donna resisted. She wasn't prepared for this taste test.
“Look at it, Donna,” Marsha said softly. “You want it, don't you?” The firm and steady pressure on her shoulder increased by a fraction.
She wanted to look at Brian for assurance, but she couldn't take her eyes off of Dave's cock, which seemed to be harder and larger than before. “I…” she started to say, to object; her throat was dry and nothing else came out.
Her resistance crumbled, and she lowered herself to kneel in front of Dave. His cock head dripping precum was less than an inch from her lips. Then she closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and lowered her head, to take Dave's cock into her mouth.
She didn't see Marsha kiss Brian soundly, then kneel and begin to suck his cock — made very hard by watching his wife kneel to receive Dave's big prick.
Donna awoke early the next morning and gazed around. This wasn't her bedroom. She and her family must have spent the night at the Chandlers. Pushing her covers aside, she rose to quietly pad into the bathroom. After she took care of matters, she went back into the bedroom and into bed, pulling blankets up over her still naked body. The other occupant of the bed was beginning to move, coming back to life. “Good morning, honey,” she said to the shuffling blankets.
“Good morning, yourself, lover,” said Marsha's sleepy voice, as her grin and tousled hair came into view.
Seeing her, Donna gasped at the recollection of everything that had happened last night.
“You were magnificent, Donna.”
Donna shivered at those words.
“Come here, my sweet,” was Marsha's soft invitation. Donna rolled into arms that closed around her, their naked bodies pressed together. “And just think, we have the whole day to be together.”
Snuggling close to Marsha, Donna realized that hers and Brian's worlds had irrevocably changed.