Mothers and Daughters Ch. 11

Beverley responded:

“I guess it’s a case of ‘like mother, like daughter’. I have not had a date either in my two years at Waco. And this despite having seen countless girls who are patently uglier than me and with no personality hook up with guys, some of whom are even authentic studs. All I have to show for my sexual experience is that douche bag Ivan Croft, who preferred seeing me pissed upon than actually fucking me.”

“Oh, Beverley, don’t despair. You know what they say: ‘You got to kiss a lot of toads before you secure your prince’.”

“Hell, Mom, I would be satisfied with a toad. It’s the crocodiles I don’t want to attract.”

Sally laughed at Beverley’s witticism and replied:

“You know, Beverley, it has been established that the brain is the most important sexual organ. With your mind, you will attract more than your share of princes.”

Beverley snorted:

“I wouldn’t hold my breath. Anyway, we are straying off topic. We have determined that your lack of social abilities has prevented you from marrying or enter into a love affair, torrid or otherwise. So how do we get from a shy wallflower who doesn’t date to a sexpot indulging in orgies that would arouse the envy of a nymphomaniac?”

“I would quarrel with such a pejorative description of my sex life, but perhaps there is more truth than poetry in what you say. After you were born, I had time to reflect on the fling that was the cause of your existence, and upon my life and my sexuality. It struck me that I was not a one-man woman. I had first thought I had not settled on one lover simply to make up for all the time I wasn’t getting any. However, on further reflection, the fact I had two men was what made the sex so thrilling, exciting, and more satisfying -- more so than I had expected. There were times during the fling that I wished I could have got the two of them together to do me, but I didn’t dare suggest it for fear they would be disgusted with me.

I also realized that, during the fling, I was not concerned about trying to attract one of them as a permanent squeeze. As long as they were willing to fuck me, I was happy. I was no longer concerned about going to the next level. Just fucking was good enough for me. I had you, so I did not feel a need for a man to fulfill my life. I just needed a man for sex.

Then one day at school, I was in conversation with two other female teachers and learned of the existence of the swingers community. I instinctively knew at once that that is where I belonged. I got in touch with a swingers group in Dallas and soon started attending private orgies at various homes. Then about ten years ago, a sex club known as the Texas Love Ranch came into being and I was a charter member.

The club has acreage about an hour’s drive from here. There are essentially two buildings with two huge halls and about twenty bedrooms. Every weekend the club provides for an orgy comprising 50 member participants equally divided between the sexes. The membership in the club has grown to such an extent that, to accommodate every member fairly, usually one can attend an orgy at the most every three months. The club arranges schedules and varies them so that one is not always stuck with the same participants when one goes to an orgy.

These pictures you have discovered were all taken from the club’s premises. The club is extremely careful in providing the ability for the taking of pictures that members may wish to have. The club ensures there are no negatives and copies beyond the actual prints the members have for their own use. For example, in that picture with Pamela Rose, only those men in the pictures and Pamela and I have copies of this print. Likewise, copies of those pictures of me and that handsome black man, who goes by the name of ‘Black Jack’, are only in my and Black Jack’s possession. The club also has video equipment and has the capacity to video record the action but again only by everyone’s permission. Up to now I have not had the nerve to make such request but I understand Pamela has had several videos of herself made.”

“Oh, wow, Mom! So you really do know and are friends with Pamela Rose?”

“Yep! We got acquainted when she came to the TLR for her very first time. Her first visit to a club orgy was her 18th birthday gift from her mother, who was already a member. Pamela and I teamed up that day and had a blast. Together we took on every man at the orgy, entertaining them two at a time throughout that Saturday night and Sunday morning. Our sexual performance that night became legendary and I believe is still talked about even to this day amongst the swingers’ community.

Of course, through this friendship, I was able to obtain those autographed pictures of her as well as those VIP tickets to the last two concerts she did in Dallas. You recall each concert was on a Friday night? This was to allow Pamela to relax the next day at the TLR. So as it turned out, you saw Pamela Rose give a wonderful performance and I saw Pamela the next night do a different performance.”

“Oh, aren’t you the sly one. You’d led me to believe you got the ducats from Ticketmaster."

“Yes, getting great seats for a Pamela Rose concert was a definite perk I received for being a member of the TLR, and knowing her.”

“Oh, Mom, this club sounds so exciting. I want to be there. Can you get me there? Please? I think an orgy would be just what I need to shake me out of the cruddy life and rut I am in. Please, Mom?”

“All right, dear. I’ll see what I can do. You know I am ready to sacrifice anything for you. However, to forgo an orgy at the TLR so you can go in my place is a sacrifice I do not relish making. I believe that these orgies I go to are as necessary to my life as food and drink.”

“I hear you, Mom, and I only ask for this one time. I do think I need to go to an orgy just as desperately as you need to.”

Sally experienced a little trepidation in trying to secure an orgy date at the TLR for her daughter. Club rules and procedures dictated that when a full member had to cancel a scheduled orgy date, his/her place would be offered to a stand-by member. Special exceptions could be granted only by management of the club, which meant Kristina Vargas. Sally thought of herself as a nondescript member with no particular clout, but she hoped that her charter membership would put her in a position to receive a favor.

Little did Sally know that Kristina Vargas had a special liking for her. As the successful chief owner and manager of the club, Kristina made it her business to personally know the members and be prepared to accommodate everyone as reasonably as possible. Kristina was especially grateful to Sally for being a delightful sex companion to Pamela Rose on the latter’s first visit to the TLR. That initial hot and passionate experience for Pamela ensured she would become a member.

Pamela was now by far the most prominent member of the club. Her membership enticed other prominent celebrities who were swingers to join. The hottest new Hollywood stars to recently become members were Charlotte Thornton and Rex Hudson. With so many celebrity members, the Texas Love Ranch was arguably the premier sex club in America. Kristina fully credited Sally’s contribution to bring about Pamela’s admission to the club.

So when Sally contacted Kristina about substituting Beverley for her next orgy, she was pleasantly surprised when Kristina replied:

“The Texas Love Ranch values your patronage, Sally. As a charter member with a winning personality, you sure are entitled to special consideration. So I will do you one better than your request. For the second weekend orgy in September, a female member has cancelled, and I have not yet assigned the vacancy. I can substitute your daughter for that date, and you do not have to forgo your next scheduled orgy in November. I trust that will be satisfactory.”

Beverley was in seventh heaven to hear the news. The excitement of starting her junior year of college and first semester at the Nursing School paled against her anticipation of participating at an orgy of the TLR. From her mother’s pictures, she had a visual representation of happy expectations. Her mother was able to advise her of all the pertinent information concerning the procedure and logistics of the orgy.

Sally took care of payment and preregistration, which included providing and forwarding a medical form certifying that Beverley was free of STDs. Beverley was to be transported to the ranch by a club-owned limousine from a major Dallas hotel. Other members participating in the orgy would start from the airport. No one would be allowed to arrive by their own personal transport. The drive would take approximately one hour. Once there, Beverley would sign in and head to the locker room located in the basement of the entering dwelling. She would undress completely and remain naked until she left to return to Dallas.

From the locker room, she would be directed to the ballroom-sized main hall of the building, and there would be a similarly sized room in the other building. It would be up to her to have as much sex or as little sex as she wanted. There were ten bedrooms in each building -- twenty in all -- for private sex. Or she could have sex right in the ballroom in full view of others -- including the staff, trained to be impassive.

The staff personnel were easily identifiable, as they were fully dressed. The staff members were there to assist in serving food and drink and accommodate any other practical request or need of the participating members, but they were off-limits for sex.

There was a BDSM room in the basement of the second building for those members desiring to indulge in such. There were patio and lounge chairs aplenty for those wishing to have sex beside the pool. The well tended lawn was always available for those who like to commune with nature when having sex.

Beverley was emotionally ready for the orgy when she arrived, registered, and undressed. All her normal angst and anxiety of trying to attract a man was dismissed from her mind. She knew she was going to have sex, and she was determined to make the most of the opportunity. And when she stepped into the ballroom, she was not disappointed at what she saw.

There were two couples on a sofa having sex simultaneously. On another sofa, a woman was on her hands and knees giving a blow job to one man while being fucked doggie style by another man. There were other naked members strewn throughout the room not necessarily fucking but just having some fun conversation. ‘Oh yes,’ thought Beverley ‘this will suit me just splendidly.’

As Beverley was taking in the scene, she was approached by a man who greeted her:

“Hello there, beautiful.”

Beverley turned to face him and then gasped as she recognized him as Rex Hudson, one of Hollywood’s hottest stars. Knowing that Pamela Rose was a member removed any doubt from Beverley’s mind that it was truly Rex Hudson, but still she was surprised to meet such a celebrity. So all she could stammer to his greeting:

“You’re…you’re…you’re Rex Hudson. Aren’t you?”

“Yes indeed, my fair young beauty, I am indeed. But you have the advantage over me, as I do not know your name.”

Now Rex Hudson was hot. Hot as in hot at the box office; the movies he appeared in were smash hits even though some were not really that good. He was hot as in adored; his fan clubs totaled millions of admiring members. He was hot in looks; ‘handsome’ was an inadequate word to describe his physical appearance. Any straight woman conjuring the ideal physical specimen of a man could not imagine better than Rex Hudson. In particular, no woman could imagine a better endowed male than Rex Hudson: big and thick, a most desirable answer to a sexual need.

So overwhelmed by his august splendor, Beverley could only stutter her reply:

“B…B…B…Bev…Bev…Beverley…Br…Br…Br…Brow…Brow…Browning.”

As Beverley’s response was typical for Rex when encountering a star-struck fan, he just chuckled. He surmised that once Beverley became accustomed to his presence, she should become more articulate. So he replied:

“Oh, my sweet Beverley, what a lovely name to go with such a lovely body.”

Beverley did gain her speaking ability as soon as she heard Rex’s outrageous (to her mind) remark:

“Please, Mr. Hudson, don’t make fun of me. I know I am fat and have an obese body. I’m just hoping the men here can overlook it and still fuck me.”

“Oh, Beverley, Beverley, Beverley, don’t sell yourself short. You are not fat; you are full figured with a magnificent body. By the way, since I am going to fuck you, I think it’s not right for you to be so formal. Rex will do.”

Beverley gasped again, as she looked Rex straight in the eye and sensed he was being genuine. He really did apparently want to fuck her. She couldn’t believe it. She almost started stammering again:

“But…but…Mr. Hudson….”

“Rex, darling Beverley, you really have to call me Rex.”

With this interruption, Beverley was able to recapture her composure and actually reply with some wit and liveliness:

“Yes, Rex, of course. My, but your name suits you. I believe you are king of love for sure. And you want to fuck me? Me? Never in my wildest dreams could I fantasize such a delicious prospect.”

Rex chuckled, pleased to detect, as he had first suspected, that she was not a bubblehead. He replied:

“Ah, that’s what the Texas Love Ranch is all about: to make wild dreams come true. To fuck a voluptuous woman like you certainly is my wildest dream.”

“Please, Rex. I repeat, please don’t make fun of me with stupid statements like that. I don’t need it. I am aware you must have made love to lots of fantastically gorgeous women. That you would want to fuck me as well is all the boost to my esteem I need.”

“Ah, but Beverley, your body is truly terrific, and it excites me. Your ass is gorgeous, wonderful. I would just like to worship it.”

“Worship it? What do you mean?”

“I want to smell you. I want to lick your rosebud opening to your rear love channel. I want to explore you there with my tongue. May I?”

“Oh, Rex, your sweet words are making my pussy extremely wet. May you? I don’t think there isn’t anything you can do to me that I won’t like.”

Beverley would have been absolutely shocked to know what was going on in Rex’s mind. Yes, as she had pointed out Rex Hudson had bedded more than his share of glamorous females. However, most of the women he fucked were vacuous. Take away their beauty, and they had nothing else to recommend them. When he first spotted Beverley, he could instinctively tell she was a woman of substance and one most interesting to know.

Already her speech pattern had confirmed his first instincts. He had to concede in his mind that Beverley was overweight, but her weight did nothing to detract from her essential female beauty as he saw it. Rex was a true connoisseur of large women.

Beverley, in his mind, was truly a rare beauty. Her facial features were as striking as anyone’s; most women would gladly trade theirs for such as hers. Although Beverley was heavy, her weight was well distributed so that her body did not seem obese. She just appeared as a big woman, not a fat woman.

The only part of her body that was out of proportion was her derriere. However, that discrepancy excited him the most, as his mouth watered at seeing a huge female butt. He was totally thrilled at the prospect of licking Beverley’s ass. Thus he replied:

“Good! It is good to be in sync when making love. I do not want to do anything that would make you squeamish. So see that round table covered by a foam mattress? Just get on it, on your hands and knees.”

Beverley complied with Rex’s direction. She felt a little self-conscious and uncomfortable being on display in such a blatantly provocative manner to the other orgy participants and staff milling about. However, she was also tremendously excited in anticipation of being fucked by the hunk of the planet. As she had said to him, the prospect was beyond her wildest expectations as she came to the orgy.

Rex positioned himself standing at Beverley’s rear. He grasped her hips as he moved his face right to the crack of Beverley’s ass. He was able from that position to fully take in Beverley’s sexual smell. She possessed a clearly unmistakably womanly scent -- a smell so potent and exhilarating to his senses that he became delirious in his joy. He stuck out his tongue and laved the length of the crack of her ass.

Beverley shuddered at the delicious feeling of his tongue on her ass. The notion that the stud of Hollywood was being so intimate with that part of her anatomy made her swoon in delight. Her buttocks wiggled of their own accord. Her mind overloaded as she experienced previously unknown pleasures. All she could do was sigh and then make squeaking sounds in reaction to the euphoria that was taking control of her body.

She could sense that her anus gaped in response to Rex’s tongue. The next thing she knew his tongue was inside her rectum; it was a heavenly feeling!

As they were engaged in this passionate oral sex, another man approached them. Beverley recognized him as David Nickelberry. David was a prominent, middle-aged British actor known for his suaveness and sophistication, which particularly appealed to women. He was in the midst of a very successful Hollywood movie career after having made a name for himself on the British stage and in British television. Obviously acquainted with Rex Hudson, David called out:

“I say there, Rex, I see that you are giving some pleasure to this delightful young lady. However, you seem to be concentrating just on her arse and woefully neglecting her pussy. Perhaps I can join you two and remedy this deficiency.”

“For my part, you are welcome to join us, David, so long as the lady does not object.”

Beverley squeaked her answer:

“Oh, the lady does not object.”

So David scrambled onto the table and positioned himself at right angles on his back underneath Beverley. Lifting himself, he parted her labia folds to stick his tongue directly into her vagina and slurped up her love juices. As he lapped up most of it he could not help remarking:

“Ah, these are some delicious juices you have produced there, young lady. Very tasty. You may know me -- I am David Nickelberry -- but can you tell me your name? Just so I remember whose delicious juice I’ve sampled from.”

Beverley was in the highest euphoric level that she could barely gasp out:

“Beverley Browning.”

“Nice to meet you, Beverley. Rest assured, I am sincere in asserting you produce the most delectable female juices I have had the privilege to sample.”

Beverley gasped again and, not really paying attention to their dialogue, replied:

“Thank you, I guess.”

As David resumed his upside-down cunnilingus on Beverley, and as Rex merrily continued licking her ass, another man approached them. This one was not famous, as Beverley did not recognize him, but he was just as attractive and as desirable to Beverley as the other two. This man was not very talkative, and his wordless mannerisms brought up for her the imagery of a Neanderthal man pleasuring her.

Neanderthal grunted as he climbed onto the table on the opposite side of David. He positioned himself likewise on his back underneath Beverley. He latched his mouth onto one of her pendulous breasts to suck on the nipple. He grabbed the other breast with his hand to maul it.

With the triple assault on her body, Beverley was at the mercy of her sensuous nature. The pleasures were coursing throughout her body, and sometimes the pleasures seemed to be crashing into each other. The mental collisions of joy soon brought Beverley to an exquisite orgasm. She shouted out in her loudest voice:

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh God….”