Sex Club 2 part 3 A Gray Muzzle story
Author's Notes:
Jason and Vicki are the property of Dasher Cheetah. Paul, Emily, and Tracy belong to SP. Koji is the property of Koji Haeos. Stan, Georgette, and Violet are my own. Flower is based on a character drawn by Ritt. Enjoy!
Sex Club 2, part 3
By the time everyone was up, the smell of cooking bacon filled the house. Jason stood at the stove, naked except for his 'Kiss the cook' apron. Of course, the apron made sense; even a little accident with bacon grease is a big deal when one is cooking naked. One by one, they wandered in. First Stan and Koji wandered upstairs. Then, the Collies and Georgette. Finally, Violet slunk in naked, and headed right for the coffee pot. They took seats at the breakfast table, or at the kitchen bar. All except Violet, that is. Violet leaned back against the counter to drink her coffee, the pink of her sex there for Jason to see.
"Where's Vicki?" someone asked
"Ah, good question" replied Jason cheerfully.
The Cheetah walked over with a big tray of bacon, and a bowl of scrambled eggs.
"Vicki is busy laying out your clothes, for the day's activity"
"We need special clothes?" Emily observed skeptically
"Some things do..."
"But, like WHAT?" asked Koji. Clearly the guests were intrigued by what Jason had planned for them.
"All in good time" Jason chuckled. "Now, eat up! We have a long day ahead"
Once they had finished their meal, each guest returned to their room, where an outfit that had been selected for them was laid out. Each then dressed, and returned. About forty five minutes later, the guests rejoined each other in the living room. Georgette wore a peasant blouse, and a batik print skirt, that hung below her pregnant belly. Emily and Tracy wore hip hugging jeans, and baby doll tops. Vicki had a floral micro mini dress, with lace panties that matched the trim of the dress. Violet was wearing tiny jean shorts, and a bikini top.
Koji had been given an army surplus uniform, camo fatigues. Stan was wearing bib overalls, and a T shirt. Paul wore jeans, with a tie dye shirt. Jason walked in, wearing black leather pants, and a matching vest. He was barechested, save a giant gold medallion, in the shape of the continent of Africa. Seeing him that way, all the guests had a giggle.
"Wait, wait, there's something missing!" Vicki announced, then left the room.
She returned with a massive Afro wig. Pulling off his pimp hat, Vicki pulled the wig over the Cheetah's scalp. She was right. Jason now looked like he has stepped off the screen from a black action film from the seventies.
"So, what are we doing?" Violet challenged
"A rock concert. Not the cissy stuff they do today. A REAL concert. Outdoors. In a field. Just like Woodstock.
Strange looks were exchanged. For Koji and Violet, Woodstock was something they read about. Neither the Collies, nor Stan and Georgette had ever been to one. They gave Jason a blank stare.
'Trust me' he asked "It'll be fun.
The group then filed outside, and waited to get in their cars, when a clatter of mechanic noise, and a cloud of smoke arose from the backyard. The noise and smoke came closer, until 'it' appeared in the sideyard, a grinning Jason at the wheel.
"Hop in!"
"What IS that THING?" Georgette gasped
"This 'thing' as you put it, is a 1967 Ford Econoline 'Supervan'. The stretch limo of concert vehicles back in the day.
Well, at least it was big. It had been a white tradesman's van at one point, but had long since been given over to the pursuit of pleasure. It's white exterior was covered with murals of rainbows, unicorns, and album art. There were no windows, but there was a vent in the roof, and a couple round 'portholes' had been cut in the side.
"Think I'll ride up front" Stan announced, hoisting himself into the cab.
The girls opened the double side doors. Inside, the van had been turned into a sixties version of a oriental pleasure dome. There were beds, and sofas and pillows everywhere. The rest of the group took their places in the back, as Jason had the old Ford lunging and lurching to the street.
Now underway, the friends settled in. Looking around the interior, Georgette hit on something she couldn't quite identify.
"What...is THAT?" Georgette asked, pointing at a strange thing in the middle of the floor.
"That's a 'hookah' " Vicki announced proudly
'What's a 'hookah'" Tracy wondered
"It's a Turkish water pipe" Vicki explained. "Here; let me show you"
She took a wineskin from the wall, and filled the bottom of the pipe. She then went into a box, and got some green parsley looking stuff, and filled the top.
"Here, everyone take one"
Vicki handed everyone a hose, with a mouthpiece. When each person had one, she took a small torch, and fired up the bowl.
"Now, inhale, and hold it......"
COUGH! HACK COUGH!
The first one didn't go so well, as no one was a smoker. But, with Vicki's urging, they tried again. Pretty soon the inside of the van was filled with acrid smoke.
"What's going on back there?" Stan wondered aloud.
"I didn't forget us." Jason assured him
With that, the Cheetah pulled out a hand rolled cigarette from the sun visor. He lit it, inhaled deeply, and passed it to Stan, pinched between two fingers.
"What is it?" Stan asked
'It's an herbal remedy'
"For what?" Stan asked, taking it
"For whatever might be bothering you...."
Stan liked an occasional cigar, so he knew how to smoke. He took the little cigarette, and inhaled deeply, then passed it back.
By the time they were an hour down the road, visibility in the van was reduced to zero. Every one was laid out on the pillows, feeling very.....mellow.
"I'm kinda hungry." Georgete announced "We have anything to eat?"
"We just ate." Countered Violet "but, uh, I wouldn't mind a snack..."
Vicki fished around, and pulled a giant bag of 'Doritos' from the back. The entire bag disappeared in minutes. Then a jar of Peanut Butter. A loaf of bread. Before the trip was over, they had stopped at McDonalds, and KFC, as well as a side trip to the 'Feed Bag' where they got more chips, and a large sheetcake with 'Happy Birthday' on it that they ate with their hands. Finally satisfied, Jason stuck an 8 track tape in the player bolted to the dashboard, and music filled the van, from huge home speakers screwed to the paneling on the walls.
"INNA GODDA DAVIDA BABY, DON YOU KNOW THAT I LOOOOOOOVE YOUOOOOOOO?" crooned Iron Butterfly, with organ playing in the background
The van chugged to the gate at the concert venue. Just as Jason was getting ready to roll down the window, he realized that there was a big 'ol cop standing next to the guy taking parking fees. Thinking quickly, the cat jumped out, waving the five dollar bill for the attendant. Unfortunately, even if Jason had pulled the parking brake, it wasn't working, at least not well enough to hold the van, which was now gaining speed. Stan slid across the engine cover, and took the wheel, just in time to avoid taking out a sno cone stand.
"What a GREAT spot" the girls enthused, as Jason stopped the van under a huge shade tree. He was still a little out of breath from wrestling the van under the tree, as well as the half mile sprint to catch up with the van. It WAS a great location. Cool, a nice view of the stage, and the van was turned so that you could open the double side doors and spectate.
"Give me a hand, Stan" Jason asked.
The two extended a canopy from the roof, under which they could set their blankets and chairs. It was a great day for a concert. Many of the acts were 60's and 70's bands, so there was a somewhat older crowd there. That didn't mean that there weren't plenty of youngsters there to party.
Violet had her thumbs hooked on the waist of her skimpy shorts.
"I wanna get to the 'pit' before Ozzie goes on" she announced "Anyone wanna come"
When she asked, she was looking straight at Jason
"Uh, I'll go...." He offered.
"Fine. You'll be my date" she said, taking his arm.
"Looks like you've been dumped. Go for a walk?" Emily asked Koji
"Want to grab a blanket and get closer to the stage? If you're up to it...." Vicki inquired of Georgette, gently rubbing her rounded tummy.
Paul and Tracy were talking about something, so Stan wandered off on his own.
The concert site couldn't have been nicer. There were fields, and woods and rolling hills. Stan set off on foot to take a look at it. After a time, his walking, his age, and his heart took their toll, so when he got to the farm pond, he sat down. It was cool there, and he sat on the thick grass, watching the youngsters play in the water. Stan must have been lost in thought, for he didn't hear her approach.
"Here...."
Stan looked up, to see a young girl, maybe twenty. She was offering him a flower. A gray Saluki, the girl was tall, and as thin as a rail. Her hair was long and free, and she had a wonderful, glowing smile.
"Uh, thanks. What do I owe you?" he replied
"Oh, nothing! It's a gift of love" she responded, now squatting next to him, her arms around her knees.
Drawn in by her charm, Stan spoke
"Why talk to me? There are so many young people here?"
"Because.....I like to spread joy. You seem so...sad. I wanted to help."
Stan was touched by her concern
"What's your name?" he asked
"People call me 'Flower' because I like to go around giving people flowers. Flowers are SO beautiful, they like bring joy everywhere."
Stan looked up. He was face to face with the young Saluki. For a moment, they gazed into each others eyes. Then, Flower seemed to have an idea. She grabbed Stan by the hands.
"Come!" she ordered, pulling him to his feet
"Where are we going?" Stan asked
"To have some fun" she replied, leading him on.
She lead him to the farm pond. Stopping at the edge, she slipped off her sandals, and slid her elastic waist skirt over her slender hips.
"What are we doing?"
"Goin' swimming, silly! Now, get undressed!"
Stan hesitated for a moment, before dropping his overalls and stripping down to his boxers. When he did, Flower lead him into the water. As soon as he hit the water, Stan became a young pup himself. The two splashed and played like schoolchildren, losing all track of time.Only when he saw Flower turning a bit blue, did he suggest that they get out. They grabbed their clothes, while Flower lead them to a small stand of trees. She then stepped out of her wet, black leotard that she had worn swimming.
"Here, step out of those. We'll let them dry."
Stan did as he was told. Now the two of them stood naked, face to face. She put her paws on Stan's shoulders.
"I'd like to give you another gift of love" she whispered in his ear. With that, she lay down, separating her long, straight legs. Stan knelt between them, placing his sex in hers.
"You aren't in heat, are you" he inquired
"Well, maybe a little...." She giggled
Emily walked the rolling green hills with Koji.
"A lot like home." she observed
"Not exactly" Koji responded "Usually you're guarding against the likes of me...."
She smiles
"Yes, I suppose that's true."
"Technically, I'm a Wofamute, but I'll answer to wolf, or malamute"
"or Koji" she added, taking his hand, pulling him to the ground.
"Tell me about Paris. I've never been anywhere. You've traveled the world. Tell me what it's like"
Emily lay her head on Koji's chest as he began to speak.
"Paris is an amazing place......"
Across the field, Vicki and Georgette lay side by side on their blanket. Vicki lay on Georgette's side, caressing her belly.
"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were dreaming of having a baby yourself.....
Vicki smiled and blushed.
"Jason seems a nice young man. Maybe it's time..."
Vicki looked away.
"It's not like that"
"What do you mean?"
Vicki inhaled slowly. When she began to speak, she looked straight ahead.
"Jason and I are lovers, but we aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. "
"How does that work, dear?" she asked, sympathetically.
"We have met....to satisfy certain needs we have.....for many years. But Jason has other needs that I can't satisfy.'
"Have you talked to him?"
She shook her head
"Uh uh. I don't want to pressure him. That's not me. We have this nice life. We travel, we entertain, we have lots of friends..."
"But sometimes it's not enough?"
Vicki looked at her with tears in her eyes
"Come here,child" Georgette requested. She took Vicki in an embrace.
"It will all work out."
Tracy and Paul lay back on the big pillows in the van.
"Nice day"
"Uh huh"
"Paul?"
"Uh huh"
"What's wrong ? "
"What makes you think something's wrong?"
"Because I live with you day and night, I'm a female, and I can read you like a book. It's about last night, isn't it?"
Paul said nothing.
"I've though about it, too. We were wrong. We shouldn't have used sex to humiliate or embarrass you. We wanted to get a little payback, but we all talked. We went to far."
'There's more"
She put her paw on his
"What is it?"
"Jason......invited me to make love to him...."
"And that made you uncomfortable?"
"No...." he answered with deep embarrassment "I did it"
She turned Paul toward her
"Are you thinking that this makes you homosexual?"
Paul, again, did not speak.
"One leaf doesn't make Fall, and one night doesn't make you gay."
Jason and Violet were down in the pit, in front of the stage. They were dancing in a very enthusiastic way to the concert music, when the stage hands starting pulling some of the girls up on the concert stage. When they extended a hand to Violet, she lifted herself to the stage. Now, if you'll recall, Violet used to be a dancer. It was how she escaped from Alaska. So, Violet can 'work it' with the best. On the stage, Violet began to gyrate in a most erotic way, her pregnant belly hanging over her micro Daisey Dukes. She did squats, pelvic thrusts, and some world -class booty shakes. She pulled the front of her shorts soooooo low, you could almost see her nether regions. Then, to the crowd's great approval, she untied her top, freeing her small boyish breasts. The crowd was going wild by the time she left the stage. Jason helped her down, holding her sweaty body in his arms, wearing nothing but those tiny shorts.
"I am SO turned on!" she whispered in his ear.
Jason smiled
"I am, too"
"Fuck me."
"Sure"
Jason turned to leave.
"No. Here. Now. You. Me."
Violet was grinding her sweaty Poodle parts into Jason as hard as she could, as the crowd began to cheer them on.....
Back at the van, the guests began to straggle in. As they approached the van, a commotion broke out by the stage.
"What's going on?" Koji asked
"I heard that two idiots were getting it on, right in the mosh pit"
Violet pushed her shorts down, with violent desperation. She grabbed Jason, and pulled him on top of her.
"Fuck me, stud!" she urged
"Security!" someone called
"Fuck me......" Violet pleaded
"Get security down here NOW!" someone shouted
Violet grabbed his pants, popping them open, his penis falling free in the process
"MAKE WAY FOR SECURITY" he heard from the back of the crowd
Violet took Jason's organ, and placed it in her sex. He could feel them coming. He could see himself coming. Now, deep inside her there was nothing to do but ride it out.
He was humping hard and fast, when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Jason....Jason?...JASON!"
Jason looked up. Vicki was leaning over his bed.
"Dear, Speedy is coming over today. You need to get up...."
She got up, and left the room. Jason could swear that he heard a little giggle as she did. When he went to get up, it was then that he realized that he was out of his sheath, his sex having torn a hole in his bed pillow.
It was then that Vicki stuck her head back in the door.
"I certainly hope it was me in that dream!"
Laughing, she returned to her work.