The Extended Family - Book 5

by Robert Wolf

©Copyright 2007-2025 by Robert Wolf

Chapter 81 - Visiting Another Extended Family

Sky was to give a Wednesday night concert in St. Louis at the Enterprise Center that seated about 20,000. The promoters were very skittish about having her appear after all the scandal plagued articles about her performances in adult videos just before her singing career started. They’d aimed at a smaller arena to see how the public would respond.

Sky brushed off their concerns, told them that it was just a lifestyle choice at one part in her life, and then insisted that things continue. Her ‘in your face’ and unrepentant attitude carried the day. Much to their surprise, the concert was a sell-out, and they could have sold over a hundred-thousand more tickets.

Sky responded to my request and sent a package of tickets and backstage passes to Janice and the other members of the Extended Family that I’d found in St. Louis. I also flew up at her request to be at the concert and to join her as we stayed with our friends that shared the same ethos that we did.

Sky arrived by private jet from LAX. I flew in from Sarasota by commercial jet.

Jared and Janice met us at the general aviation terminal with their big SUV. Sky had a lot of luggage. I had a small soft backpack. We all hugged and kissed as they welcomed us. As planned, they took Sky to the Enterprise Center so she could get a tour of the venue for her Wednesday concert. We tagged along for her awareness tour.

Sky was critical about the reverbs of sound around the arena, but said she’d manage. We also found out how to get in and out of the arena without using the main entrances.

The trip to the suburbs to the Roger’s home took about a half-hour. Sky was pepped up about doing her first concert since the news of her few episodes with pornography had hit. She invited Janice and Jared to ask questions, but mostly they shrugged and said, “It was something you did, and now you’re singing. No big deal.” She appreciated that attitude.

What scandal there was, seemed to have lasted two weeks and then without any further fuel for the fire, including denials, it all kind of died out. Sky told me that Molliana had thought the public appearance might rekindle the interest in the attempts to disgrace her because of what she’d done. She’d also warned her about a heavy press coverage at the arena trying to engage her in some dicey questions in some way.

Sky told us that she’d heard from Amy Feiber at Adult Productions. They had a large check for Sky based on the profits from the large volume of sales of her porn videos online or in DVD format. Amy reported that they already owed her over $100,000, so by the end of the month when they’d write the checks, it’d be even larger. Sales were still brisk.

Amy also tried to lure Sky into doing some further videos. Sky turned her down, but told me that she left the door open in case she changed her mind. She admitted to wanting to see what fallout there was from the first round of revelations.

Janice had arranged a special dinner for us at the house - everyone from the St. Louis Extended Family was there. Of course, her husband Jared, and then their ‘marriage partners’ Ann and Toby, and then all their OSOs - Other Significant Others - Bridget, Rene, Aaron, and Matt. Additionally, Valerie, Tracy’s mother, was also present. She’d become an adjunct to the group.

They were surprised that Sky didn’t have a large entourage with her, but she explained that they were all arriving the following afternoon, some by commercial airlines. She had come early to connect with me and their group.

As an ice breaker and to put people at ease, Sky went from person to person and gave them an epic French kiss complete with a full body press of her small body writhing against each person in a highly sexual way. At first, there was some laughter but people really got into making out with the diminutive music star.

When she’d made the rounds, being watched by the others, she smiled at everyone and said, “There! Now I feel welcomed, and I hope you get the message that I am horny and that I have unconditional love for each of you. I hope you feel the same way about me, and I hope you also plan on a sexually exciting evening for all of us.” She was standing next to Matt, and hugged him. The top of her head just reached his shoulder.

We did cocktails and dinner. I noticed that Sky nursed a single glass of wine for the whole evening. She was sticking to her code of moderation in alcohol and remaining drug free, despite the other temptations at the many parties and gatherings she attended.

Over dinner, she invited questions from the others about her ‘scandal’ or any other part of her life. She kept things light, and explained that she didn’t think that what she’d done was immoral, illegal, or fattening. Janice asked about how she’d gotten started, and that allowed Sky to tell the whole story starting with learning about June’s earlier career in the adult industry.

Sky also talked about the Christmas Karaoke Machine and how that had been the start of her singing career. A full year hadn’t even passed. She also praised her new friend Molliana, the pop singer, for mentoring her and also for keeping her level headed about the music scene and even her response about the porn videos.

Jared asked whether the porn ‘scandal’ was the hardest thing that she’d had to cope with. Sky said, “Oddly, no. The first, I’d say, is learning to dance and blend in with the other dancers in my entourage. The second, or maybe the first, is being away from the Extended Family.”

Sky was happy and surprised when after dinner, the dinner group assembled in Janice and Jared’s large living room. There on the television played the feature-length MMFF porn video that Sky had done with June, Derek, and me.

I wasn’t sure how planned or staged it was, but to get the ball rolling with some sexual activity, Rene and Toby started to seriously make out on a love seat in one corner of the room. Bridget came on to me, and we again kissed, however, this time she wanted my hand under her loose top and caressing her beautiful breasts. Valerie also joined us and was making out with her, too, and also feeling her upper body.

A few minutes later, there had been a lot of coupling, and not between the married members of this Extended Family. The arc of the evening was clearly established by that point, especially as Sky and Derek were fucking up a storm on the large television.

Sky had Matt attending to her, and willingly shed her clothes at a rapid rate. She knew her stardom might be inhibiting to Matt or the others so she was taking the lead to move things in the ‘right’ direction. I had the same inclination, so had progressed with Bridget a little faster than I normally would. She was lying back in an overstuffed chair as I feasted on her pussy. After an orgasm, she went off to the ladies’ room and I was suddenly a free agent.

As Sky toyed with Matt, Aaron, and the other men and women, Janice and Valerie approached me, and we started to escalate our own sexual agendas. Janice teased me about doing the two mothers of the two young women that lived with me in Florida. Initially, they’d been teenagers, but they aged past that point, yet I still thought of them as teens and even referred to them that way.

Janice teased, “So, you get to do the ‘teens’ and their mothers, you stud. I remember introducing you.”

I teased back, “You mean those little porn queens that live with me? Did you watch their videos and get turned on?”

Valerie smirked, “I feel like the worst mother in the country having let them do that?”

“They’re adults. You didn’t ‘let’ them do anything. I don’t know that you have that degree of control any longer. You need to lead by example. They did what they wanted to do.”

Janice giggled. “My example is that I think I’d like to do some acting in some porn movies, too. Amber gave me the contact information for the people she worked with at API. I plan to call them next week and see if they need a horny MILF to be in any of their films. I’m serious.”

Valerie looked shocked, but remained silent on the point. I could tell that she was rethinking things. Valerie looked up to Janice as a role model, and this was a new twist on what she might like.

I teased her, “What? You never thought of doing something sexual with Tracy? She’d love it, I’m sure. She’s very liberal in her views, so a little adult-to-adult incest wouldn’t upset her at all, especially now that she’s discovered how much fun she can have with some girl-on-girl activities.”

Valerie blushed and reluctantly admitted, “She got so sexy about midway through her teens. I knew she had boys - even men - lusting after her. I realized what they saw in her. Some days, well … I felt …”

I filled in the blank, “That she was a very fuckable and sexy young woman that gave more than she got. Tracy is a favorite of the men in my Extended Family. You should come back and play with us some more; maybe there’d be an opportunity for you to learn some things … even from your daughter.”

By that point, the three of us were naked. Janice lay back on the large sofa near the porch door and teased Valerie into a role play, “Oh, mom, you have to come and eat my pussy. I want you to improve our mother-daughter relationship with some oral sex. Eat me. Make me cum.”

Janice spread her legs and I nudged Valerie between them. After thinking about it all for two seconds, she went down on Janice with her tongue waggling about and two fingers in her friend’s cunt.

I got behind Valerie and after some contortions and adjustments to our arrangement was able to get my own tongue on her pussy. I licked and lapped, and then applied a few fingers. Val moaned loudly and seemed to redouble her efforts on Janice. I could hear her, and drew arousal from the sapphic interplay between the women.

Janice was still role playing and kept calling Valerie ‘Mom’ and telling her how great it was to finally get ‘mommy’s tongue on her hot little teenage twat’. Valerie seemed to be eating up more than just Janice’s cunt juices.

Our interactions escalated from that point, and for two hours the three of us did as much as we could think of to bring pleasure to each other. I admit to pacing myself with the two women. In the back of my head, I knew that Bridget, Ann, and Rene were in the living room hoping for some time with me.

The three of us cleaned up after our sexual hours, and strolled naked into the living room. I chuckled at the scene we found. The men were flopped around on various chairs - Jared, Toby, Aaron, and Matt. They were all limp noodles, but looked very happy.

Ann and Bridget were in a sixty-nine on a plush five-by-seven carpet in front of the coffee table. Next to them on the regular carpeting, Sky was eating out Rene who obviously just had an orgasm based on the sounds we heard.

Jared looked over at his nude wife and Tracy’s mother; he asked, “Have fun?” He grinned.

Janice nodded, “Absolutely. I am a happy camper. I love Jim, and our reconnection was important to me. Valerie, too.” She asked, “How’d you do in here?”

He said, “Sky fucked each of us - men and women. Rene is her last conquest of the night. She is one very hot little piece of ass.”

Sky turned from Rene’s cunt and said, “And, I loved being everyone’s cum bucket, plus I love eating cum from pussies. This is such a great visit, and we still have a couple more days.”

Rene pushed Sky away. “I can’t take any more. God, you’re the best pussy eater of anybody I’ve ever had sex with. Where’d you learn that?”

Sky grinned, “In my Extended Family. When somebody excels at something sexual, we get them to teach everybody else about how to they could do it better. That said, a lot of what I learned probably came from Molliana. We ate each other a lot after she had me move in with her - we still do that.”

Janice, Valerie, and I sat down on the unoccupied sofa. Sky knee-walked across the floor and spread Valerie’s legs. In another second, she had her tongue buried in her pussy, but only after teasing that she wanted to compare mother and daughter, stating firmly that she had loved eating Tracy when she was home.

Janice wasn’t forgotten. After several minutes that included Sky giving Valerie an orgasm, she moved to Janice and repeated all, only this time she talked about how she loved to also eat Amber’s pussy.

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I went with Sky and Janice back to the Enterprise Center the next day. Sky had a rehearsal with the orchestra and other dancers. This was important because some of the members had been hired locally to join her regular orchestra. The concert was the next evening - a Thursday, and was a sell-out.

Janice and I got a chance to talk about everything going on in our two Extended Families while Sky sang, danced, and practiced with the band. She told me later that she had a surprise for everybody that she’d had to work out with the bank, so she was glad that we’d left the arena to get coffee and lunch away from the Center.

Wednesday evening, we had another orgy with the Extended Family in St. Louis. Sky again wanted cock and lots of cock. She got it, too. Valerie was more relaxed and also more into the other women, including Sky.

Thursday, most of us slept in since we expected a late night because of Sky’s concert. I drove her into the city after lunch for a further run-through of some of her songs and to exercise her vocal cords a little before the serious performance. She also joined the dancers in limbering up and rehearsing a couple of the songs. I joined her and the others in the arena’s ‘green room’ where a catered dinner was served for Sky, the dancers, the orchestra, and some of the stage crew that were part of Sky’s entourage, including lighting, sound, and costumes.

A trio of two young men and one woman opened for Sky. They started at seven-thirty, and sang for thirty minutes. I liked their sound, and made a note on my phone to look up some of their music online when I got home.

The trio stopped and their bands switched so that Sky’s orchestra or band, if you will, took over in the background. The lead guitarist did about eight minutes of various riffs and solos, demonstrating his skill and versatility on his instrument. He was good and the audience was entertained.

Then, the musical interlude segued into various well-known segments from Sky’s hit Valentine Sky. The crowd went wild as they recognized each one.

I was sitting in the VIP section with everyone from the St. Louis Extended Family including the three children other than Amber. Those opening strains played for a few minutes and got louder and louder. When they were at a fever pitch, one lone spot light came on and illuminated a part of the stage that had been dark. There stood Sky at a microphone wearing a revealing and very sparkly sequined dress that showed both a lot of leg plus her CFM shoes.

Sky started to sing Valentine Sky, and the place went wild with applause, cheering, and glee, before the crowd quieted down. Then about half the audience started to sing along, knowing every word of the song. I was amazed, although I was also whispering the words along with everybody else. Sky did a long version of the song, and somehow spent the first twelve minutes singing the song before she ended and took a bow. At that point, she introduced the orchestra and thanked them for playing with her ‘despite some of the recent news about her ‘spicy habits offstage’. I laughed at her allusion to the scandal. I loved how she put herself out there.

Sky then sang a song she’d written that I hadn’t heard - ‘I Don’t Care’. The song had a catchy beat, and the lyrics were all about doing something sexy and even pleasure producing that she knew would bring pleasure to many people, including her many potential boyfriends. She sang about how she liked the pleasures and thinking about the men being pleased by her work besides just the one she loved more than any other. The sexual innuendoes of the song were unmistakable, and definitely linked to her pornography endeavors. Near the end, she sang about how some people were straitlaced and didn’t like her work, but that she had no intention of recanting or regretting what she did. It wasn’t a sin, she sang. How could loving be a sin.

The audience of 20,000 cheered and yelled that they agreed with her. I never heard a bad comment from the many shouted remarks as they applauded her new song. Many of the masculine comments suggested that they’d seen her porn performances and loved her all the more.

Later in the concert, Sky made several oblique references to her ‘adult life’, to having part of her life ‘online’, to ‘letting it all hang out’, to having a ‘naughty side to her life that she just loved’, and to a Bible verse about ‘judge not that ye be not judged’. Each was done in a humorous way, and Sky kept it light, but the message was clear to all: she liked what she’d done, she’d do it again, she might even do more, and if you don’t like it, then fuck off - except those are my words.

When some of what Sky called Production Numbers came up, Sky quickly got into a risqué costume and joined about twenty other dancers for those energetic songs. How she kept that up and sang at the same time was beyond me.

The concert was a smashing success. We joined her backstage after she did her encore performance. She was in her fourth costume of the night, a very risqué dress that somehow left one side of her body completely exposed from arm pit to ankle. The way part of it moved, anybody seeing her would be sure to think that she was about to flash her pussy or a breast. Neither happened onstage, but she did remove the double-sided tape that held her together, and then did allow her boobs and pussy to flash all over the place. Our group laughed and teased, even pulling back the flaps of material to peek at her private lady bits.

The concert after-party was on the eighteenth floor of the Hyatt Regency near the Arch in St. Louis. Besides Sky and most of the local Extended Family (less children that had been shuttled home in a limousine), there were fifteen band members, the dancers with an occasional partner, a couple of wives and girlfriends, and then about a dozen or more groupies - all female, horny, and desirous of some kind of sexual liaison with the band guys … or even with Sky. Sky did a bunch of selfies with them until they were satisfied.

There was a lot of booze to keep the everyone happy, but Sky had insisted on no drugs or else you were kicked off her entourage forever. The party started to turn sexual pretty quickly, driven mainly by some of the groupie sluts that seemed to want lots of sex with as many partners as they could attract - even each other.

I wasn’t necessarily against their philosophy; I just didn’t want to play with any of them for fear of contracting some vile bug. The others, including Sky, seemed to feel the same way. We faded away from the suite, and left what was rapidly becoming a free-for-all orgy. We’d go make our own.

Sky and I were in the car with Jared and Janice as they drove us back to their large home that they shared with Toby and Ann, and their three remaining children. The limo with the children in it had already dropped them off. They seemed surprised to see us home. Their oldest at home was George; he was sixteen and quite responsible.

I don’t know exactly what happened but suddenly George and the two slightly younger children had disappeared. We were assured that they would not interrupt anything that we got involved in.

We repeated the group sex from the previous two nights in the living room. No one went off on their own, the way I had with Janice and Valerie the first night. I was with each of the women, including Sky.

For her part, Sky again wanted lots of ‘new cock and pussy’ as she referred to everyone. She had met Jared earlier on one of his visits to Sarasota with Janice, but not any of the other men. She was a very happy person as a result of the night.

I slept with Sky and Bridget, and we did have a middle-of-the-night lovemaking session that occupied the better part of two hours. I honestly wasn’t sure how I managed to respond to the two of them, but I did. The net result was that we slept in the next morning.

I took an afternoon commercial flight back to Sarasota. Sky had a private flight in a Learjet back to L.A. Her agent, Jane, a young woman from Orange County, had shown up at the St. Louis airport and went with her. Sky also had a new publicist named Molly.

The next editions of the supermarket scandal sheets announced that Sky had an ‘in your face’ attitude about having done pornography. One article repeated the lyrics of the song she’d written and sung in St. Louis, and then reiterated her various comments during the concert. The message to the paparazzi and her disapproving public was uniform: mind your own fucking business and leave me alone.

I texted Sky about what I’d read and how everyone in the Extended Family approved of her attitude and how she’d handled the whole situation about the revelations. Apparently, Molliana had also been very supportive, because Sky did an opening for her and sang the song as a duet with her at one of her concerts a week later in the Bay Area, with about a hundred-thousand fans in the audience. The experience was a good one for both singers.

Sky joined us for the Christmas holidays a couple of weeks later. The album of Christmas songs that she’d done months earlier was released and sold like hotcakes.

She’d asked Lynn and Karen whether she could again live at our house and sleep with all of us. She explained that she needed a huge dose of love and physical romance to tide her over after the New Year’s until the next time she could get ‘home’ again. They said ‘yes’, of course.

Over the two-week holiday period, Sky again became intimate with the men and women in the Extended Family. I watched her, and could see her blossom and become a joyous and vivacious person again. The music career and Hollywood were taking their toll on the twenty-one-year-old, making her too serious, self-focused, money focused, and too aware of her stardom.

I took Sky out to dinner one night - just the two of us. I talked to her about my observations, and she agree that that was how she felt, too. We talked about how to buttress up her emotions and feelings when she was away from the Extended Family.

I also tried to be realistic about how some occasional ‘down’ days were normal in anybody’s life. I told her about some of mine, and I didn’t have to think hard to come up with examples.

I also offered to be closer to her as a friend and sounding board, not so much at the ‘Family’ level that we’d done in the past, but more on a ‘Personal’ level with her. She said that was heartening and thanked me for the closeness. Ultimately, we knew that we both loved each other. In this case, though, sometimes the rest of the Family got in the way.

We agreed that we’d do a frequent face-to-face checkup with each other - really my checking up on her, allowing no more than a few weeks between visits. She loved that idea and we both knew that would include some time naked together and making love.

I also told Sky to look carefully for a loving friend among her associates on the west coast. I suggested that it not be people in her ensemble or at the record company, but I had to admit that I wasn’t sure where else she’d meet somebody. She thought the only other place might be one of the many weekend parties that seemed to go on all the time.

I urged her to go to the parties, and to also maintain her no drugs and limited alcohol intake rules. I also reiterated the joy we would feel (compersion) if she found someone new to love and be loved by. That led to a discussion about how you can tell whether somebody is genuine or not, especially if you’re a star and making money hand-over-fist - and you’re also a porn star - and you also have an Extended Family back ‘home’.

We laughed at all the complex dimensions to her life that a new man in her life would have to adapt to and work around. I warned her about gold diggers that also came in wearing pants or panties.

Sky asked about continuing to live with Molliana. I shrugged, “If you both like each other, and she’s not feeling put upon, I’d say go ahead. You two certainly are a force in the music industry to be reckoned with. I think it’s nice that you’ve found somebody to be your mentor out there. Just check with her to be sure you haven’t worn out your welcome.”

Sky grinned, “We do like to sleep together - and I mean have sex together. I think I brought more to the table in this area than she did. The Extended Family has been and is a great learning environment for that type of thing. Heck, even in St. Louis, I learned some nice and kinky things from Bridget and Rene.”

“Don’t stop learning,” I urged her. She knew my comment was broader than just about things sexual.

We went back to the house and joined into the group loving that was just getting underway. Sky latched onto Jake, and I found Chris in my arms. We hadn’t connected for a month, so we had a very loving time together.

Chapter 82 - The Anthropologist

I had the usual warm and cozy feeling as I came out of my meditation on the beach. I felt back in the groove after having missed many days because of my travels to St. Louis to join Sky for her concert and to be with my ‘other’ Extended Family.

For the first time in many weeks, I received the messages from the Universe about being a loving and inclusive person, and not just passively but assertively reaching out to people in need of what the Extended Family and I could offer. That was a different message than usual. Normally, I’d been pretty passive and let people come to us, rather than reaching out to them.

As I strolled back to the car, I chuckled. Most people who viewed the Extended Family would see a group of sex-crazed nymphomaniacs and satyrs that couldn’t wait to start fucking again.

The sex was really a symptom rather than the over-arching condition. The sex was how we expressed our love for each other. Sure, there was a lot of lust among us all the time, but going with that was a mountain of love and caring, and genuine interest in each other.

On the way home, I picked up a dozen doughnuts and a gallon urn of coffee. I’d forgotten to plug in the coffee maker when I left for the beach.

My arrival home met with a bevy of half-dressed women racing around the house getting ready for work and school. I went out of my way to kiss each of them and tell them that I loved them and wished them a happy and joyous day full of self-actualization and love.

Lynn and Karen usually commuted to work together in Lynn’s car; Amber and Tracy went to the University in Amber’s car. Heather had her own car, too. I had my car, however, those five drove more in a week than I put on my car in a month.

After everyone was gone, I sat down to work at my desk. I was finishing up my outline for the book on troubled relationships that people managed through and stayed in. My tentative title had been ‘Hanging On’ since the idea for the book had come to me.

All sorts of people ‘hang on’ through all sorts of relationship problems. Those problems could be financial, chemical - such as drugs or alcohol, health, children, and infidelity. I sought to understand why some people ran for the hills due to some of those issues, for instance getting divorced or abandoning the relationship, and why others decided to ‘hang on’ and muddle through. Further, I wanted to understand what their thinking was in the latter group.

Almost on cue, my brain lifted out of my research mode exactly at noon. I figured that some alarm of some kind must be triggering my withdrawal from work because this continually happened.

I checked my email. Sky wrote and gave me the link to her new concert schedule. She asked that I come to any of her performances when I wanted. She wrote, ‘You’ll always have a loving pair of arms when you do - maybe even multiple arms depending on where and who’s around. I also promise you VIP treatment.’

Sky also gave me the links to a couple of articles in some of the nicer magazines that had written about her porn activities with more respect, and also how she’d retorted in her concerts to the sensationalism and exaggeration in some of the scandal sheets. The articles were positive and on Sky’s side about things.

Sky indicated that she planned to be more ‘in your face’ about her sexuality. She wrote, ‘I had such fun in St. Louis teasing about my past and my sex life, that I think I’ll ramp that up further, although today I don’t know how other than with more side comments. I do feel another song or two coming on that I might write in that theme.’ She gave a smiling emoji at the end.

Dr. Amanda Hutchins was a pretty assistant professor of anthropology at the university. Several of the students in our midst had taken her introductory class, plus she was an ‘on-campus’ friend of Dean Myles - my English department mentor and a member of the Extended Family. Dean’s wife June had also been a porn queen under the name Pussy Pink who’d inspired others in the Family, including Sky, to do some adult videos.

Amanda, or Mandy as she preferred from her friends, called me just after lunch one day. She wanted to meet and talk to me about being interviewed and maybe more regarding the Extended Family. I wasn’t sure what ‘maybe more’ meant, but I let the comment pass. She was free for the afternoon, so I suggested that I drive north to campus and meet with her.

Mandy’s office was stereotypically academic. The bookshelves were jammed with probably every book ever written about anthropology or sociology throughout history, some even in foreign languages. Piles of research papers clipped from journals and magazines occupied most of the floor and surface space except for a narrow corridor between her office door and her cluttered desk.

I stood at the door, almost fearful of entering lest I knock over one of the piles of articles and ruin her filing system. “Hi, Mandy.”

“Jim! Hello. We’re going to the student union and get a coke or something. This place is too messy.” She waved her arms around.

I shrugged and off we went. Once we were seated on the busy patio of the union, she began.

Mandy started, “I’ve done a little research about your Extended Family - and, yes, I know it’s not specifically ‘yours’. I’ve had several long talks with Dean, even one with June, and then the visits where you escorted me. The net result is that I am intrigued in many different ways with what’s going on. I’m also intrigued by you specifically - the mid-fifties leader and guru of this group in Sarasota. What exists is very unique, and maybe I’d like to write about it.

“Before you get all huffy, let me say, that I would disguise all the identifying details about every member, including you, the location, and any other identifying details. What fascinates me are the behaviors, the ethos and culture, and the uniqueness of the group and its interactions. The size and its growth are also a unique feature.

“I think there are several research papers and probably a book about the Extended Family. Based on my own background, I think of it like a ‘tribe’ or ‘clan’ but that’s partly shop talk among anthropologists.

“Would you be willing to be interviewed, both about the Family and about your own participation and leadership in the group?”

I was feeling academic, based on my morning’s work, and also cooperative. I said one word that lit up Mandy’s smile. “Yes.”

Mandy sat back, “Oh, thank you. We will have such fun. I should add that especially based on what I saw with you and what Dean later told me … well, I’d kind of like to belong to the Extended Family.” Mandy blushed but held my gaze.

I shrugged and said, “Your desire to belong is only one side of the belonging equation. The current members, including me, have to welcome you, but that only happen if you are around us more. What would happen if you were with us more?” I was teasing her a bit.

Mandy paused and thought. “Errr, I guess you’d all get to really know me and how I thought about all sorts of things, including the Family. We’d become good friends and lovers, and …”

“And how do you make that happen?” I interrupted.

“I … I hang out with everybody a lot and we get to know each other?” The answer seemed obvious but she replied with a question by her tonal inflection.

“So, there’s your answer and action plan for that part of what you want.”

“Do I really just start to come and hang out at your house?”

“That’s the hub of the Extended Family geographically, and yes. The door is always unlocked and you can usually come through or around the house to the pool and patio to join whomever is there at any time of the day or night. We do respect each other’s privacy and work activities, but those tend to be during the daytime and not in the evening or at night. You are always welcome to sleep over, too.”

“And the … errr … sex?”

“No one will make you do anything that you don’t want to do. Not one family member wants to leave a bad taste in your mouth over something said or done, whether it involves sex or any other activity or subject. One thing you’ll find is that the basis of the Extended Family is really love and respect. You can use those as your starting premise for membership, and thus you’ll be well on your way to not only belonging, but also benefitting from all the Family offers. The sex is a by-product of those traits.”

Mandy put her hand on mine and gave an affectionate squeeze. She said, “I guess you’ll be seeing a lot of me from now on.” A thought occurred to her and her blush deepened.

We took a moment to watch the many students flowing around us on the union patio. I then asked her, “What specifically do you want to know about me?”

Mandy shook her head, as though that topic was so vast, she didn’t know where to start. “I want to learn your history and background, how you developed the philosophy of life and the Family that you have, and … the last is kind of personal, but you’re a mid-fifties man that keeps dozens of women not only happy but lusting to be with you in sexual situations night after night. What is it about you or what you do that brings them back? I have my own answer to that question, but I’d like your own viewpoint.”

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Mandy appeared at the house at the end of the day still wearing her academic style, dress up clothes. She’d also brought a small duffle bag with a change of clothes. Her academic garb consisted of a maxi skirt, an opaque white blouse, and what my mother had called ‘sensible’ shoes that had no sex appeal to them at all. Her hair was pulled back into a bun and she wore spectacles that looked as though Ben Franklin might have made them for her, they were so old.

After disappearing into the downstairs powder room, she reappeared five minutes later in flip-flops - the shoe of choice around the house, Daisy Duke shorts with enough holes in them to prove that she wasn’t wearing anything under them, and a light green crop top that did little to hide her bouncing and braless tits. Further, her hair had been unfurled into a ponytail, and her glasses were gone in favor of contacts. Mandy looked relaxed and sexy, but uncertain about what to do next.

Mandy took her excess clothing out to her car and returned. She came into the kitchen area and asked, “How can I help?”

I gave her the task of filling the ice buckets and getting them to the patio bar, along with some of the plastic glasses and such that we used around the patio. She pitched right in.

I connected with her when I carried a new case of wine in from the garage to the patio bar. She was sitting there assessing the details of the back of the house, the patio, the various furniture, the pool, and the small cabana off to one side of the pool.

Mandy asked, “Am I dressed appropriately? You said the women dressed in a very relaxed and sexy way.”

“You wait and see for yourself. The way you are now, you will not be embarrassed because you are over- or under-dressed. You, of all of us, should know that clothing communicates all sorts of messages to the others around them. Later, I’ll want to ‘hear’ what you interpret based on what you ‘see’.”

Mandy nodded. I guessed that she was somewhat frustrated because of how I ducked out of the interview about my personal performance that afternoon. I glanced around and no one was around yet so I pulled her into the kitchen.

The fact is, her question about why all the women loved me and wanted sex with me, was hard for me to answer without seeming like an ego led, macho, narcissist. I turned her to each of the women. I just said that I tried to make it easy to be loved by not putting up barriers or conditions to my love for them. I also said if she had any advice on how to be better to please let me know.

In terms of my sexual performance, I told her, “Mandy, you asked about how I can perform day-after-day with the women that I love. Let me show you.”

I opened a kitchen cabinet and began to line up on the countertop small bottle after small bottle of my supplements and drugs: testosterone, Cialis, L-Arginine, Maca, Tongkat Ali, Libidostem, vitamins including specifically B3, D, and E, DHEA, zinc, Niacin, folic acid, panax ginseng, fenugreek, horny goat weed, Tribulus, yohimbine, and magnesium.”

As I lined up the bottles for her, I said, “Of course, exercise, mental acuity, being stress free, and being in love with one’s partner are more important than any of these.”

Mandy studied each bottle, “You take ALL of these every day?”

“Some are interchangeable with others, so I take one or the other, but this is what’s available to help any aspiring male in my position and at my age with many demanding women around me.”

The door from the garage opened and Lynn and Karen came into the kitchen. They greeted Mandy and I got a rather passionate kiss from each of them. As I held Lynn to me, I asked about their day. Both assured me that they were fulfilled but glad to be home with me. They went off to change clothes. I had whispered to Lynn, “Monokini, please.” I got a sly smile and nod in return.

Mandy and I talked more about my crazy cocktail of vitamins, supplements, and drugs as I put them back away. I was pretty blunt about what they did for me, informing her that in any case I had a runaway libido or sex drive, and I needed the ability to make my partners happy up to a half-dozen times a day, unless I invoked some Tantric sex methods to prolong or intensify the sexual unions. I mentioned that I thought that my recovery times seemed shorter than some of the other men in the Family that didn’t use such methods. I tried to keep things clinical and academic in my responses. Since she’d taken some cellphone photographs of the bottles lined up on the counter, I expected that she’d do some further research about each item.

We went back on the patio and talked about the roles that meditation, mindfulness, a spiritual approach to life, and adopting a loving posture also aided in my love life. I could tell that the discussion was again frustrating Mandy because she wasn’t even taking notes about what I was saying, and she’d have to try to remember everything I said. Fortunately, she didn’t ask permission to record what else I’d said.

Lynn and Karen emerged from the house with some of the initial bowls of peanuts and other snacks to help tide people over until dinner. They were both wearing monokinis, and looked highly sexual and loving. I again got kisses, and I also kissed and sucked on each breast that they presented to me to strengthen our love for each other. They were as sexually motivated as I was.

Karen had relieved the babysitter, so Logan came tottering out of the house right behind the two of them. He was just three-years-old, and still needed some finer motor skills in his gait. Karen took him to the shallow end of the pool and let him go in. He had learned to swim without water wings or anything, but we still watched him like a hawk.

Amber and Tracy bounded out of the house with Caleb and Warren right behind them. They were all topless and ready to swim. I got kisses from the two girls, and fist bumps with the young men. Tracy also wanted me to suck on each of her breasts, and then French kiss with her. I did and then they all went into the pool with lots of chatter about their classes, homework, professors, and what had happened on campus.

We watched the younger set, and then turned back to each other. Mandy said, “I didn’t get a chance to greet you the way the other women have.”

I spread my arms wide and smiled at her. I was overtly indicating that I wanted her to kiss me. Mandy got off her bar stool and came into my arms and we kissed, and then kissed again getting deeper and more meaningfully into showing our affection for each other. At a logical stopping point, she backed away and fanned her face. She said, “Whew! I can see why the women do that with you. I think I’m also starting to appreciate why you’re so popular with all of them.”

A moment later, as the younger set joined us for wine and beer, Mandy said, “I also figured out that I am seriously overdressed.” She stood a peeled off her crop top and draped it over the back of her chair. She did have nice tits, and lots of little bumps on her wide and dark areolas. I hoped that I’d get to suck on them someday soon.

Dean and June came around the side of the house. June removed her t-shirt as soon as she got nearby. Her kiss included rubbing her bare tits around my bare chest and face until her nipples hardened. Mandy looked on, slightly scandalized at June’s overt behavior in front of her husband. Nearby, Amber and Tracy were kissing Dean with a similar treatment to welcome him.

I made a subtle motion to Mandy about going to Dean. She suddenly got the message and her eyes got large. She stood and turned Dean to her and then gave a credible kiss to him that made his eyebrows rotate and spin on his forehead as he grappled with what was happening. He’d never kissed Mandy before, and certainly never expected her nice breasts rubbing against his bare chest in a highly provocative manner.

Mandy didn’t stop there, she went to Caleb and Warren and also kissed them, telling them each that she was glad to be in this social setting with them rather than on campus where she felt she had to be more formal. They both looked surprised by the usually staid professor.

Robbie and Mel came into the backyard. She brought a large bowl of chilled cooked shrimp and spicy cocktail sauce that we all started to devour. Mandy greeted Robbie with both an introduction about who she was and why she connected to everyone, and then a kiss that obviously surprised him.

Others showed up and got similar welcomes from Mandy - both men and the women, who I clued her in also needed her attention: Martin, Penny, and Ally, who was visiting; Jake and Chris; Derek; and Ken and Paula. Heather texted Lynn and me that she had to stay at the TV station until late because a cold front lay across the top of the state with possible tornadoes resulting.

We had linguini with chicken parmigiana for dinner, with salad and lots of hors d’oeuvres and other side dishes. We could have served two-dozen but I think there were only sixteen of us. Mandy was the one who asked about putting a plate aside for Heather. I texted her and she replied, ‘Yes, please. No opportunity to eat until after late-night Nx and Wx. Lots of WX happening across country so I can’t cut corners and come home early. ILY. H.’

Mandy went ahead and put a plate together for Heather, wrapped it carefully, and then put it in the refrigerator with a note on it. I applauded her thoughtfulness, and that earned me another kiss from the pretty university professor. She told me that she liked kissing me.

Even though it was a week night, just about everyone who’d come for dinner was feeling amorous. There was a flurry of activity to put away leftovers and clean up the dishes and serving items. Then, couples formed up on the patio almost simultaneously.

Mandy watched it all happen from her seat beside me. She asked in a hushed tone, “Is there some system for who goes with whom?”

I shook my head. “What you see is what you get. There was some pre-selection before dinner in terms of who sat where, but … well, there’s no process for that either.”

Mandy studied me and said, “Can I be with you? I haven’t been specific like this before, but I’d really like to make love with you.” I couldn’t help but notice that her deep blush had returned.

“I like your choice of words. I will gladly ‘make love’ with you. Will it bother you to be in public, so to speak.”

“That’s what the others seem to like, right?”

“Yes. We draw great arousal from being in each other’s presence. Just so you know, somebody is apt to either join us or ask to be with you later. You can always say no or not now or another time, but even on a week night people try to squeeze in at least two or three couplings.”

Mandy said, “Then, my answer is here on the patio. I may blush a lot, but it’s dark enough people hopefully won’t notice. Help me through this, please. I’ve never been public about sex before. In fact, I’m not very experienced, so please be tolerant and … help me to be what you hope for.” I resisted a reply to counter her insecurity. I’d physically show her what I thought rather than spout words.

I led Mandy across the patio to the furthest chaise. This meant others from the family would only be on one side of us and a nearby blank wall of the house on the other. She gave me an appreciative smile.

As we stood beside the chaise, I reached down and unzipped her Daisy Dukes. She wasn’t using a belt or even the button on the small shorts, so they just slid down her shapely legs. She kicked them to the side. There were no undies, but I knew that because of all the tears and holes in the denim fabric.

I pulled Mandy in and kissed her and she kissed back. “Oh, God, I am so horny and worked up. I want you so badly I may spontaneously combust at any second. This whole scene is making me that way.” Her kisses did have a slightly frantic manner to them.

I leaned over and sucked on Mandy’s breasts as I allowed my right hand to caress the side of her hip and then run across her flat stomach. She moaned and held my head so I could continue to romance each side of her bosom. She obviously liked what I was doing, because she was soon purring as well as panting.

She woke up to the face that I still had on my athletic shorts. Those disappeared quickly and she sat on the chaise and pulled me in front of her. My cock went into her mouth and she went to work on me. She made little noises of approval and satisfaction as she worked me to a very hard state. For someone that wasn’t experienced, she did seem to know what she was doing.

She lay back and said, “I’m yours. Please fuck me.”

I smiled as she spread her legs wide and rubbed her whole crotch in invitation, but instead of jamming my dick into her, I tossed a towel down on the ground, knelt between her legs, and slowly worked my tongue around and around in her private area until she was squirming almost uncontrollably into every lick I made on her body.

My fingers also danced around her breasts and other erogenous zones as I did my damdest to bring her to an orgasm. She seemed to be holding off. I said, “Mandy, look at the other people making love beside us. Draw arousal and intent from what they’re doing. Think of all those cocks and all those tongues working on your pussy or deep inside you, doing all they can to show you that you are loved and that they want to please you. Make up a fantasy about what you see and what you want to have happen to you.”

I licked, lapped, slurped, tongued, and fingered her whole sex zone. Mandy’s head was turned towards the others on the patio. The light was terrible but there was enough for her see the various couples making love. Soon, her back arched and she exploded into a thunderstorm of unicorns and rainbows. She moaned out, “Jim … I love you. I love everyone here. This is so deeply sexual and so touching of my soul. I never want these moments to end.”

I moved up after she’d crested and slowly sank my penis into her very wet vagina. Mandy moaned as each millimeter of my hardness slid into her body. Once I was buried to the hilt, she started to fuck me as I pushed into her willing and eager body. I held still at one point but she used her body to push hers onto and off of my cock. She grunted out through her efforts, “I want you like this for the rest of time. I want you to fill me with every drop of your cum. I want to drip ‘you’ for the rest of the week and weekend. Make me remember you by what you leave behind in my pussy.”

A few feet away, Mel and Caleb were fucking. They were going at Mach 2, compared to our slower pace. Mel was multi-orgasmic, and Caleb knew her hot buttons and was pressing every one of them. She kept exploding and then fucking him back as hard and as fast as she could.

As I told Mandy how much I loved her and her body, I touched and kissed everywhere I could. Mandy seemed surprised when another orgasm overtook her body, and then another a few minutes later.

When she was riding me in the woman-on-top cowgirl, I lifted her up and set her atop my mouth so I could eat her some more. She came again. When I ate her some more and then set her back on my erection, she came again. I bit at her tits, and licked her neck. I nibbled on her ear lobes, and tongued into her ears. She came.

Mandy watched Caleb and Mel fucking near the speed of light. Caleb’s hips were a blur. Mel’s dirty talk drifted over to us. There were lots of words about fucking and cocks, cunts, orgasms, sluts, and pussy juice, and then jizz and cum. Caleb finally told Mel that he was going to blast her across the pool and into the bay because he was going to cum so hard in her little cunt. She told him to ‘bring it on’. They exploded together.

As Mel obviously came and became the cum bucket for Caleb, Mandy crested yet again as I drove into her in the missionary position on our chaise. I also blasted into her body, doing just what she’d asked for a few minutes earlier. I gave her a full load and every drop was pure prime man cum.

We shared some epic kisses as we peaked. Mandy pulled me into her body, and wrapped me up in her arms and legs. She told me she loved the feel of my body atop hers, and that my weight was not an issue