Two weeks later, the university classes had begun. Toby had registered for most of the essential courses in the first semester. He found the classes to be demanding, yet manageable. Before we knew it, the homecoming football game was swiftly approaching. He and Tori thought it would be a perfect opportunity for us to meet her parents. I was able to talk them into letting her parents stay with us. Tori made the necessary arrangements, and Toby had obtained the tickets.

The day of the big game against their main rivals arrived. The temperature was a brisk fifty-five degrees. The six of us participated in tailgating, fully engaging in the experience. The guys arranged the pop-up canopy, folding chairs, and the portable grill. They also positioned the three folding tables. The grill was set on one table, while the two coolers were placed on another. One cooler was for food, the other for beer and wine, and there was soda available for Toby.

Tori, Naomi, and I proceeded to set the table. I spread out the tablecloth, followed by Naomi and Tori who brought all the necessary items. Paul had already set up the cornhole boards. The atmosphere was vibrant; everyone was enjoying themselves. The air was filled with the delightful scent of food being grilled. It was indeed a celebration.

I am certain Toby and Tori were pleased to see how well we interacted with her parents. As we neared the stadium, the four of us behaved as if we were long-time friends. Toby and Tori followed closely behind, and I ensured they could hear our conversation...

“Naomi, Jon, what are your thoughts on getting comfortable once we return home?” Mom inquired.

They exchanged glances, and Jon replied, “That sounds like a great idea since we all embrace that lifestyle.”

“Did you catch that, Tori?” I asked, my tone laced with astonishment.

“Yes, I can scarcely believe they intend to go nude upon our return home. I assumed it would occur after a few more gatherings,” she replied.

“I share your sentiments. You know what that implies,” I commented.

Mom turned to us, “What are you two talking about, Toby?”

“Um, nothing, Mom.”

Toby guided us to our seats, located ten rows up at the fifty-yard line. With only five seconds left in the game, our quarterback threw a Hail Mary pass sixty yards down the field. The wide receiver leaped, caught the ball, and was immediately tackled. He fell short of the goal line by the length of a football. Time ran out, and we lost by three points.

After the game, we made our way to the car and I saw that Tori and Toby were trailing behind, engaged in a whispering conversation. What could that child be plotting?

“When we return to your parents' house, we should allow them to become better acquainted,” Tori remarked, nudging me in the ribs.

“I concur, my dear. Once we arrive at my parents' place, we will excuse ourselves,” I replied.

“What do you think about inviting them out for brunch on Sunday?” Tori suggested.

“I will contact the Pinnacle and secure a reservation for noon,” I stated.

I noticed Toby pulling out his phone; they both exchanged smiled, and I redirected my focus to the other three. The kids finally caught up with us as we neared the SUV. On the way home, Toby informed us about the brunch planned for tomorrow. Upon arriving home, and after all of us had exited the vehicle…

Tori said, “The four of you need to spend some time together. Therefore, Mom and Dad, you will stay with Evie and Paul. Tomorrow following brunch, Toby and I will spend time with the four of you.”

The four of us stood there, slightly taken aback by Tor's boldness. However, we could not refute her being right. In the meantime, Toby was occupied with unloading the SUV. Paul and Jon assisted Toby in storing the tables, chairs, grill, and cornhole boards. Tori, Naomi, and I carried the coolers along with all the essential items into the house.

Just as we finished putting everything away, the guys joined us in the kitchen. The girls and I had a glass of wine and the guys had a beer. Toby looked at me and I told him that he could have a beer too. We sat around the table talking about the tailgating and the game as we drank our beverages. After Tori and Toby finished their drinks, Toby reminded us about brunch tomorrow at noon. 

“Come over at eleven tomorrow morning, I’m driving.” Toby said as he came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.”

Tori went over to Naomi and kissed her on the cheek. Then they left, leaving the four of us sitting and for a few moments no one spoke.

Then Paul spoke.

“Let’s all go to the living room where we will be more comfortable. Ladies, how about another glass of wine? Jon and I are having one more beer.”

With drinks in hand, we all retired to the living room. I suggested that Jon and Paul sit at opposite ends of the sofa. Naomi chimed in, “Evie, sit next to Jon, and I’ll sit next to Paul.”

“Before they sit down, let’s make them more comfortable,” I said as I stepped over to Jon.

I carried our beverages to the end table located at his side of the sofa. Naomi followed suit and placed their drinks on the end table at the opposite side of the sofa. With Naomi's assistance, she and I relocated the coffee table. We then faced the boys; exchanging glances, she and I shared a mischievous smile with one another.

I moved closer to Jon and rested against him while I undid his belt. Simultaneously, I lowered his zipper as Naomi did the same with Paul's. I reached into Jon's trousers and discovered that he was not wearing any underwear. I then took out his erect cock and started kissing the tip. He removed his sneakers and subsequently took off his shirt.

As I lowered his jeans, I enveloped the large head with my lips and circled my tongue around it. He let out a groan as my mouth descended along his thick shaft until I had taken him fully into my mouth and down my throat. While I continued to suck and move my head up and down on that sizable cock, I assisted him in stepping out of the jeans that had gathered around his feet.

Jon's cock was pulsating as I orally stimulated the glans while simultaneously stroking the veiny shaft. My right hand gently fondled Jon's testicles. The sounds of enjoyment from both men grew louder as they were nearing their climax.

“Damn, Paul, Evie is quite skilled at oral pleasure,” Jon remarked amidst his moans and groans.

“Naomi is equally talented, Jon,” Paul responded with a groan.

I released Jon’s cock from my mouth, glanced at Naomi, and said, “Make sure you don’t swallow all of Paul’s delightful essence; I would like to have some as well.”

“That applies to you as well, Evie.”

We both persisted in providing pleasure to the alluring cock in front of us. To my astonishment, Jon grasped the back of my head and started to thrust into my mouth. The sounds of ecstasy echoed throughout the room as the men essentially face-fucked us. I clung to Jon's hips as his legs began to quiver.

Amidst the groans and moans, he exclaimed, “God, Evie, you’re going to make me come soon.”

I heard Paul utter, “Continue sucking, Naomi; I'm on the verge of coming.”

In just a few seconds, Jon reached his climax. His warm semen shot down my throat and filled my mouth. After the final spurt of his essence, Jon withdrew his member from my mouth. His powerful hands loosened their hold on my head. I grasped his member with my right hand and spread the strands of semen hanging from the tip onto my cheeks.

While kneeling, Naomi and I inched closer to one another. I noticed that her cheeks were also smeared with man cream. The boys had fallen onto the sofa and were now observing us. I parted my lips to reveal to Naomi the semen of her husband. She displayed Paul’s semen to me, and then we kissed, blending the delightful mixture together.

The kiss grew increasingly passionate as we started to undress each other. We intentionally took our time unbuttoning our shirts. The boys grinned upon noticing that we were not wearing bras. Both of us sat on the plush rug parallel to the boys. While I took off Naomi's sneakers, I devoted time to licking and kissing her toes.

Upon witnessing that, Paul remarked, “That is hot,” to which Jon concurred.

“Just wait, guys, we’re just getting started. Don’t you dare jerk off; Evie and I aren’t through with you.” Naomi said seductively.

After I finished, Naomi focused her attention on my toes. This was an experience unlike any I had encountered before. Before long, I was moaning. I found myself lying on the rug, pleading with her to stop. After spending another minute or so, she then situated herself over my right leg. I turned slightly onto my right side as Naomi elevated my left leg. Then she moved so that her jeans-covered intimate area was pressed against mine.

We glanced at Jon and Paul; their limp members were quivering. Naomi started to move her hips in a grinding motion, pressing her private area against mine. I reciprocated by thrusting and grinding my jean-covered vagina against hers. The fervor of our intimacy escalated with every moment that passed. Our moans filled the room, growing louder as we neared our peak.

Naomi and I shouted in unison, “YES, YES, I AM CUMMING!”

Naomi gently lowered my left leg as she fell onto me. Our breasts were pressed against each other, and I could sense her quick heartbeat and breathing. I embraced her as we shared a tender kiss. Once we had regained our composure, Naomi shifted to the side and lay on her back. The boys had risen and approached us. Jon took off my jeans while Paul removed Naomi's jeans.

They arranged themselves between or splayed legs, lying on their stomachs. Jon slipped his arms beneath my legs and kissed the outer lips of my vagina. I felt his tongue glide up my slit and swirl around my clitoris, then back down. He sucked one labium, then the other, before inserting his middle finger into my vagina.

I extended my right hand and stimulated Naomi's clitoris while Paul licked her moist vulva. I fondled my right breast and pinched the sensitive nipple. Naomi, using her left hand, was also stimulating my clitoris. She gently caressed her left breast with her right hand. The guys had us moaning and thrashing about in no time. I grabbed Jon’s hair and pulled him up against my pussy, then pressed my thighs against his head. 

“Jon, your tongue; is magical, you are driving me to the brink of madness. I am on the verge of climax,” I exclaimed, struggling to catch my breath.

Naomi had Paul in a headlock as she sighed, “Paul, you are causing me to become incredibly aroused. I am about to reach my peak.”

Motivated by our encouragement, the boys engaged in sucking and licking our clitorises while simultaneously stimulating our vaginas with their fingers. Jon located my g-spot, and within moments, I was arching my back in pleasure. I cried out, “I'm coming!”

Naomi was close behind, “Oh shit, I’m coming!” She exclaimed as her back arched upwards.

Paul and Jon acted swiftly, positioning Naomi and me on the brown leather sofa with our hands resting on the backrest for support. They were eager and immediately thrust their cocks into our pussies. Jon was slightly larger than Paul. This was not a tender encounter; it was a vigorous, rapid, ball-slapping ass fuck.

Jon seized a handful of my hair and yanked my head backward. I turned my gaze and noticed that Naomi was undergoing the same ordeal. The view of her curvaceous breasts oscillating and swaying intensified my already elevated arousal. The warmth in the room had increased, and sounds of pleasure echoed throughout the space.

Paul emitted a deep grunt as he forcefully penetrated Naomi. Her loud moan of ecstasy, as Paul filled her with his essence, drove me to my peak. I thrust my hips against Jon as he entered me. I gasped in delight as I felt his length fill me. Naomi and I fell back onto the sofa while the men remained inside us. Eventually, I sensed Jon's member soften and withdraw from my warmth.

It was becoming late, and we had to arrive at Tori's by eleven tomorrow morning for Sunday brunch. Once everyone had regained their composure, I proposed that we take a shower and end the night.

Sunday

Naomi was attired in a knee-length pleated dark brown skirt, a beige v-neck long-sleeve top, and white sneakers. I opted for a knee-length dark blue skirt paired with a long-sleeved cream-colored v-neck top. My footwear consisted of white sneakers. Paul donned charcoal gray slacks, a pink polo shirt, and white sneakers, while Jon was dressed in black slacks, a light gray button-down long-sleeve shirt, and white sneakers. We all shared a hearty laugh.

 It was time to head over to Tori's place, and when she and Toby noticed us, and we noticed them, you can imagine everyone burst into laughter at the sight of our matching white sneakers. Tori was wearing a knee-length burnt orange skirt paired with a black long-sleeved scoop neck top. Toby was dressed in gray pleated slacks, a long-sleeved button-down black shirt.

Once we were comfortably seated in Toby's SUV, we proceeded towards the Pinnacle. After a thirty-minute journey, we arrived and took our seats at the table. The brunch buffet was remarkable, featuring what seemed like an infinite number of tables displaying a wide variety of dishes. The venue was embellished with ice sculptures, including a swan, an oyster, a dolphin, and a champagne bottle.

We collectively decided to forgo the buffet this time and instead order from the menu. A waiter approached us and took our drink orders, which included five mimosas and an orange juice for Toby. Shortly thereafter, the waiter returned to take our food orders. I opted for a quiche, Naomi selected an omelette, and Tori chose a crab cake benedict. The guys all ordered a skillet featuring hash browns, sausage, sautéed peppers, and onions, with the eggs baked directly into the mixture.

“So, how was your evening, everyone?” Tori inquired with a hint of hesitation.

“It was quite enlightening; how about yours?” Mom responded.

“Ours was quite relaxing,” Toby remarked.

“Did you have a chance to talk and get to know one another?” Tori probed.

“We didn’t have the opportunity, but now seems like a suitable moment,” Naomi replied.

“I will begin; I am a retired Marine. I served for thirty years and indeed, I experienced combat,” Jon stated.

“I am a retired high school physical education instructor. I taught for thirty-two years at the same institution,” I mentioned.

At that moment, the waiter arrived with our meals. As we savored our food, the dialogue persisted.

“I am the owner and CEO of Grey Productions. We produce sensual, erotic adult films that vary in length from ten to ninety minutes. My staff is entirely female,” Naomi declared with pride.

Then it was Paul’s turn. “I will be retiring at the end of the year as director of cyber security for Secure Plus.”

“I guess it’s my turn,” Tori said. “I’m currently between jobs and exploring options. That’s all I can disclose at this moment.”

“Mmm, that sounds intriguing. It’s better to consider those options rather than rush into a decision,” I remarked.

With that said, our waiter appeared and inquired if we desired anything else. We opted to decline, and he proceeded to calculate the bill. Before he returned, I glanced at everyone and suggested, “Let’s head home and get to know each other better.”

Tori responded, “That is a splendid idea, Evie.”

The waiter came back with the bill, and Toby quickly interjected, “I’ll take that.”

Paul and Jon protested, insisting they would handle the bill. However, Toby insisted and settled the payment. The waiter expressed his gratitude and departed. We exited the restaurant and made our way home.

During the ride, I said, “Let’s all get comfortable, enjoy a drink, unwind, and see where the evening takes us.”

“Sounds good, Evie,” Naomi replied amidst everyone’s affirming comments.

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