Power Chapter 33: We're in Business - Sex Stories

Power Chapter 33: We're in Business

... work, so she used initials only. We had 2,000 business cards for “D.U.M.B. Company” with the address of the cottage. We then compounded the error by throwing them all in the trash. Soon they were popping up all over town. That wasn’t the worst part. Three days after throwing away the business cards Sylvia and I had gone to the cottage one morning to talk to our friends. It was raining (it was always raining in early November), so as soon as we were in the door Sylvia and I took off our wet clothes. We called out, and Janice and Drew emerged naked from the bedroom. Drew was sporting morning wood, and Janice was sporting a grin. We decided to toast the couple, and had a drink. Then another one. Then we took full notice that everybody was naked and tipsy. Janice started it by running her tongue down my body to my dick. Drew was kissing Sylvia, who pulled back. “As carpenters say, never let a good piece of wood go to waste,” she announced before she engulfed Drew’s rod in her mouth. Janice skipped the rest of the foreplay and pretended she was a vacuum cleaner on my cum gun. It took only a minute and a half before we had formed a square on the floor. My mouth was on Sylvia’s cunt, Sylvia’s mouth on Drew’s dick, Drew’s mouth was on Janice’s pussy and you’ll never guess where Janice’s mouth was. The familiar term for this, of course, is “daisy chain.” It should be called “butterfly pea vine chain.” The technical name for ...

... that flower is “clitoria ternatea.” As if on cue we all swiveled about. We wound up with Sylvia sucking my dick, me sucking Drew’s, Drew eating Janice’s pussy, and Janice eating Sylvia’s. This is a “common stinkhorn chain,” of course. That flower’s technical name is phallus impudicus. No sooner had we changed from clits to phalluses that the door opened. A group of people in their early sixties walked in, talking among themselves. The Village Community Church’s Thursday morning devotional and hiking club had found one of our business cards and wanted to find out what sort of place called itself Dumb Company. I disengaged myself from Drew’s member and asked if we could help them. I’ve never seen old people move so fast in my entire life. And I didn’t even get to ask any of them if they knew who Lucy was. Of course, we didn’t let a good swap go to waste. Even before they had finished leaving we were back to the daisy chain, then gave it one more swivel before breaking off to fuck. Later that afternoon the four of us were trying to come up with a better name for our company than “Dumb.” No luck. Then Jay and Valerie walked in complaining about the precipitation. “Fucking rain,” complained Jay. “That’s catchy,” noted Sylvia, “but not much better than dumb.” “Liquid autumn,” complained Valerie. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the four of us started shouting. “That’s it, that’s our name!” Thus was born Liquid Autumn.