Orgy Reunion Ch. 07-08

BD's Story Chapters 7 and 8

Prologue Written by Stan

It was a little more than two years later when we met at my house to read the accounts that had been written by each of the five of us. During the intervening months I had received the stories from each of the participants and we had ongoing exchanges about the project. No one but me had seen any submission by anyone else until day we got together at the end.

BD's wife Ellen had come with him but she was off by herself at the other end of the house with a full set of the stories which she was reading to herself.

When we gathered for the reading we put names in a hat and drew them out one at a time to determine the order of reading. As the editor and one of the authors, I claimed the right to go last. Connie, Robbie and Patti had read us their stories, it was BD's turn next.

As Patti finished her story all eyes were on me, even Robbie who had been affectionately hanging on my arm with her head on my shoulder, sat up and looked at me.

"What can I say, I'm a jerk, the king of missed opportunities," I muttered while hanging my head.

I had read and re-read what Patti had written many times before. I remember a time when there was a shift in the relationship between us from fuck buddy to lover. But was there a time when we were a couple? The start of our relationship was so strange, I must not have realized how the relationship was developing. From forty years distance I can say that it is really a pain in the ass to have been a 21 year old male, as most women have no doubt observed. As a young man I was so interested in getting laid as often as possible I couldn't even see that Patti was falling in love. What an idiot I was.

As I was once again beating myself up over all these thoughts, Patti came to me, sat on my lap and gave me a sizzling hot kiss, than reached between my legs and gave me a love squeeze. Without a word she went back and sat down next to Connie and put her arm around her. WTF?

It is definitely possible that I'm not one damn bit more skilled about understanding the signals that women send to me now that I was 40 years ago.

It was BD's turn to go next.

Chapter 7 BD's Story

My name is Richard Biggs, it didn't occur to my mother that anyone would ever find anything funny in the name she gave me. I grew up on a farm, all the people I knew were farmers. Farm boys and girls who deal with farm animals come to an understanding of the facts of life at an early age. I wasn't very old when other boys were calling me Dick Biggs, and then Big Dick, fortunately the nickname morphed into BD and that is what everyone has called me for most of my life. When I was younger the girls all knew what the initials stood for and they usually thought I was called that because I was well hung, not simply a shortening of my nickname. By the time I was out high school I had a dick big enough to justify the name.

When Stan called to talk about the writing project I decided it was time to tell all, too many secrets have been kept for too long. I've kept a few secrets over the years, I'm not ashamed of that, but the story needs to be told. But first I want to tell my version of the story about the college girls.

I was about 22 or 23 years old and had been working out of the area on a construction crew. I came home on weekends to help out on the farm. After a long week working and hard day farming, some other guys and I were hanging at the town park on a Saturday night. We had a few cases of beer iced down. I remember that the town marshal had stopped by and chatted with us. Nobody got excited about some farm boys drinking beer on a Saturday night back then. He didn't check IDs because he knew some of the guys were not legal drinking age. He just reminded us not to get too loud, pick up the trash, and be careful driving home.

A couple girls from the college came by. That wasn't unusual, but it got the guys excited because we all knew that there was a pretty good chance that somebody was going to get some pussy when the college girls came to our Saturday night beer bash. A guy named George and I started talking to the girls, they each drank a beer with us and things started to get a little physical. I was sitting on a bench and a little girl named Patti was standing between my legs with her tits in my face. The other girl was Connie and she was sitting on George's lap and kissing him. When I suggested that we should go for a drive they had no objection. I got in the back seat with Patti, Connie and George got into the front seat and we drove over to a lake on the other side of the park.

By the time we got to the parking spot beside the lake in about five minutes we were mostly undressed, Patti was kissing me and rubbing my dick while I was handling her tits. Even for a college girl she was fast and easy. She had my dick in her mouth in no time at all, that wasn't something the farm girls I had known would do in the first hour after they met a man. I got her on her back, slid my dick in her wet pussy and went to town on her. I could tell she liked it and I know I did, she was yelling in my ear, telling me to fuck her harder, begging me to cum in her pussy. I didn't need to be asked twice and I unloaded inside her.

We watched and listened to the couple in the front seat as Connie got her pussy filled just a minute or so later. Ten minutes later we dropped them off at the college dorm, went back down to the park for another beer, and hoped for more college pussy to stop by.

The very next Saturday night at about the same time, Connie and Patti showed up again. George wasn't there at the time and I was hoping to take both of them for a drive to the other side of the lake. Patti walked straight up to me and said "Connie wants to go with you tonight." Connie gave me a sexy smile and Patti walked over to talk with some other girls nearby.

We hung out at the park for a while, she didn't seem to be in as much of a hurry to get screwed as Patti had been the week before. It wasn't long before the conversation got sexy. I asked her how she liked getting fucked by George last week. She told me he was too fast and she wished it had lasted longer. I made note of that and planned to give her a good long and hard ride tonight. I suggested we go for a ride, but she said she wanted another beer first. I wasn't sure if she was thinking of backing out or just trying to get her courage up. She was about half through with the beer when she sat it down on the picnic table and said "let's do it now." Five minutes later we were parked in my truck on the other side of the lake. We didn't rush as much as we did the week before, but it wasn't long before she was unbuttoning my shirt and I was pulling off her pants.

With her clothes off, Connie was a skinny and bony little girl. She looked like she needed some farm cooking to fatten her up. She had a tiny little ass and her legs were so skinny that there was a gap between them just below her pussy. I remember thinking that she didn't look big enough to handle my dick. She was a good cocksucker and she stroked me with her bony little hands enough to have me ready to squirt in just minutes. She must have known that she had me close because she backed off and slowed down.

After a little make out time, she laid back across the seat with one leg up on the dash and the other leg over the seatback. We didn't speak a word, but I fully understood what she wanted. I moved up between her legs and guided my cock into her pussy. She was wet, but it was a tight fit. I pumped part way in and out for several minutes before I finally got almost all the way inside her. At about the time I bottomed out, she wrapped her legs around me and we went for a ride. Once I got rolling we were fucking hard and fast, but I didn't immediately feel myself about to cum. I pounded into her pretty good and she was taking all I could give her. She moved her legs so that one ankle was over each of my shoulders and the feel inside her pussy was entirely different, but still really good. I was getting deeper in her, my balls were slapping her ass with each stroke and I could feel the cum about to explode. When I shot off inside of her I was grunting and wailing like a stud horse in breeding season.

She never said a word or made a sound at any time while my dick was in her. It occurred to me that I may have hurt her so I pulled out and turned on the dome light to see if she was OK. She gave me a weak smile and told me she was fine and that she really enjoyed the fuck. With the light on I could see my cum oozing out of her pussy that was still spread open wide. Later she told me that she had been terrified to go with me and afraid my big dick was going to split her open, but she was also very pleased that she gave me a great fuck that I was going to remember for a long time.

Connie and I got together two or three more times before she graduated the next year. Patti and I got together even more than that. She called it her "Saturday night special," when she would come down to the park and we would go off and fuck. Patti was the first girl who ever gave me a blow job until I got off, and her pussy was the first I ever ate. She taught me the right way to eat a pussy and she showed me how to make love to a woman so that it was good for both of us, not just a way for me to get my nut off. I knew Patti and Connie were lesbians because guys hear things like that from other guys, but they never let me know that they were having girl sex with each other.

A few years later Ellen, the woman who has been my wife for more than 30 years asked me where I learned how to make love to a woman so well and especially how I learned to eat her pussy in a way that left her howling. I told her I learned it all from Patti and Connie. It became a joke between us, after a couple hours of hot sex with my wife she would say "thank you Patti and Connie."

One night, not long after I first fucked Patti and Connie, Patti called and told me about her friend named Robbie who was coming for a visit and wanted to get fucked by several men. I told her to bring her down to the beer bash and I would round up some boys to take care of her, but she had other ideas. She wanted me to come to the dorm and pick up Robbie and give her a hard fuck, she didn't have to ask twice or beg, I just said "when should I be there."

I was shocked when Patti introduced us. Patti and Connie were tiny little girls, Robbie was a foot taller and twice as wide at the shoulders; a powerful brood mare next to a couple ponies. There wasn't any romance involved, we drove out to the farm, nobody else was home, and we went down to my room. We both knew what we were there for, she took off her clothes and I got her bent over the arm of a stuffed chair with her ass up in the air, I swear her pussy was winking at me like a mare in heat. I ploughed in and started pumping, and kept pumping and pumping and pumping. She yelled every dirty word I had ever heard and a few more that were new to me. She wailed, nickered and moaned loud enough to scare the chickens and I kept putting it to her with everything I had.

When I finally unloaded into her cunt I fell over her and just laid there trying to catch my breath, the sweat was dripping off both of us. Finally I stood up and stumbled over to my bed and collapsed. I dozed off pretty sure we were both totally fucked out. It was only a few minutes later when I felt the bed shift as she sat down beside me, not long after that she shifted again and I felt her mouth on my dick. I couldn't believe it, Patti had asked me to give Robbie a hard pounding and I thought I had fucked her brains out, not more than ten minutes later she is sucking on my dick like she is getting me ready for more.

I really didn't realize that she had me hard yet when she threw a leg over me and lowered her pussy down on me, swallowing my entire dick in one smooth motion. That wasn't the first time I had a girl on top, but it was the first time a woman took charge. Up to that time I would have described every time I had sex with a woman as me fucking her, Robbie was in charge and she was fucking me. I had just finished pumping her with everything I had and here she was demanding more. I didn't want her to forget who the stud was, but I was enjoying taking it just about as much as I had enjoyed giving it. She lasted longer on top that I did, I was holding her hips and pushing up into her as she slammed down on me until I could feel the cum rising again. I'm afraid I squealed like a girl when I finally shot the next load up into her snatch.

It took a while but we finally recovered and she wanted to get back to the dorm. I don't know if I was first, last or somewhere in the middle of the men she wanted to fuck that day, but I couldn't imagine that she could handle any more men after that. I got her phone number when I dropped her off. I didn't want to act like a kid who just got laid for the first time and couldn't wait to sniff his girlfriend's pussy again, but I really wanted to see her again, I wanted more of that incredible woman, and I hoped I could handle her.

Chapter 8 BD Has Another Story

What about the secrets that Connie and Patti don't know about? I'm coming to that. I did see Robbie again, many times, I asked her to marry me, she turned me down, didn't want to live on a farm. In the months and years after that night I made the trip across the state to see her many times. The sex was great. We woke up neighbors, a motel manager called the police to come and pound on our door and make sure everyone was alright, we broke furniture, on a camping trip we knocked the tent over from the inside and just kept on fucking, we did an amazing threesome with her friend Cheryl. I've been with a few women who could take everything I could give them; I had never been with anyone else who could give it all back and more. In the end I couldn't leave the farm and Robbie didn't see herself tending chickens, although she proved to me that she could handle hay bales as well as most any man.

We saw each other occasionally for a couple years, but we drifted apart eventually. There was a secret I didn't know. Robbie's son Randy was my son. I didn't know she was pregnant from the last time we got together. I was getting married in four months and I made one last cross state booty call as a final farewell to Robbie. She didn't want Ellen, my wife-to-be, to know that I had gotten her pregnant just four months before the wedding. It wasn't until about six years later that Stan called and wanted to meet with me.

I knew Stan was friends with Patti and Connie in college, but I didn't know he even knew Robbie. As it turned out he was making an occasional trip to see Robbie himself, no doubt they broke some furniture as well. He knew that Randy was my son, he had been helping Robbie financially since before Randy was born. A year after Randy was born Robbie got married for the first time, her husband was a jerk. He left her after two years with another baby, a beautiful little girl named Jill, and the start of a bad drug habit. Stan helped support her after the jerk left her but she still refused to come to me and tell me that Randy was my son. After her fifth arrest for prostitution and drugs she was sentenced to 22 months in prison, she had nowhere to leave Randy and Jill. That is when Stan came to me and filled me in on what had been going on with Robbie.

I knew what I had to do, I never doubted that Randy was my son. Ellen was not so sure. She insisted on a paternity test to determine if I was Randy's father, not only that but she insisted on the same for Jill. She was not happy, but she was accepting that Randy could be my son. Jill was born two years after we were married. She would not have been so forgiving if Jill was my biological daughter. The test results proved what I expected, Randy was my son, Jill was not my daughter. Both kids came to live on the farm with us while Robbie served her time. Randy was 6, Jill was 4. We already had a daughter who was also 4 and a son who was 8 months old.

The kids did great on the farm, we loved them as our own, and they stayed with us for several months after their mother got out of prison. On the day Robbie got released, Stan and I were there to pick her up. I wanted Robbie to get her kids back and get her life in order, but I also wanted to keep the kids. I didn't love Jill any less than Randy who really was my son. We helped her out, got her a place to live and eventually she found a job. She was on the way to getting her life in order but it was a sad day when we took the kids back to her. Ellen was as heartbroken, it was like losing part of the family. We stayed in touch with them, visiting often and they came back to spend time on the farm with us. One day Robbie's probation officer called to tell me that she had missed a required check in appointment. If it happened again she was going back to prison. One part of me wanted her to miss another appointment so we would get the kids back, but deep down I wanted her to do what was right. Stan and I made another trip to have a serious talk with her. She didn't miss any more appointments.

A year later Robbie was doing better, at least that is what we thought, she had a good job and a man in her life. The kids were doing well and they came to spend time with us often. Out of the blue one day she came to the farm and asked us to keep the kids for a week, she was getting married and going on a honeymoon. Of course we were happy to keep the kids. She didn't come back until three weeks later, and she was too messed up to drive when she got there. I took her keys, drove her to a hotel and got her a room for the night. I didn't want the kids to see her like that. The next day she was sobered up, I searched the car and made sure she didn't have any drugs or alcohol stashed away. There wasn't much else we could do, she took the kids and left.

It was about two years later when the next incident occurred. We knew she had a drinking problem and we worried constantly about the kids, we had them stay with us all she would allow. She called me late one night, she was crying. Her new husband had come home drunk and she was drunk when he got there. They got into a fight and he beat her up, when Randy tried to stop him he punched Randy.

I told Ellen about the call, got dressed and headed for the door. Ellen was blocking the door, she looked me square in the face, pointed her finger directly at my nose and said, "Richard, I know you are going there to beat that man, and if you do you are going to get arrested and go to jail. Not only that, but he might have a gun and shoot you." She started shaking that finger at me with every word she said, "your family as well as Robbie, and the kids need you. If you come home dead I'm never going to forgive you."

"I will be careful and I will stay out of trouble, but I have to do this," I said.

"I know you do," she said as she moved that finger out of my face, hugged me, then let me pass.

I had already been driving for about an hour before I cooled down enough to stop at a pay phone and call Stan in the middle of the night. He agreed to meet me near Robbie's house in the morning. I had cooled down somewhat by the time I met up with Stan, but Stan hadn't cooled down much. Stan is an attorney and he has gotten Robbie out of several tight spots over the years. He has been there for Robbie and our kids when they were about to be evicted for not paying rent, he has helped my kids when I couldn't be there. He is a good friend and I owe him in a big way.

When we went to the house I made it clear to him, "I'll take care of the asshole, if I get arrested for beating the bastard I'm going to need you for my lawyer."

Jill answered the door, she was happy to see me. The first thing we did was to check on Randy and Robbie, both of them seemed ok, nothing broken and no noticeable injuries. We drug the asshole out of bed, Stan led Robbie off to the kitchen and I had my talk with the husband. With my face about two inches from him I let him know in absolutely clear terms that if he ever hit Robbie or either of the kids again I was going to be back and crush him like a bug. I thought I was intimidating, but you should have heard Stan with Robbie. He told her every little detail about the legal troubles he was going to cause her if she didn't get this straightened out. Not the least of which is that he was going to go to court and get custody of the kids turned over to me. He had me scared for her by the time he finished and she needed and deserved to hear every word of it.