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WVC Ch. 25: The Ladies Brunch

By: gupiao



The next morning was Friday April 17, and I over slept. Leaping up out of bed, I yanked on last night's clothes and didn't bother to eat on my mad dash to make my 9 AM English class. I made it just as the stocky professor began her lecture, but without any food in my stomach. By the time the class ended, I was starving. 

At the student center, I loaded my tray with a double order of fruit and granola, as well as a three egg omelet, finding an empty table so I could gorge myself in private. I was just about finished when I spotted Erika. Stunning as ever, she wore a tiny pair of bright blue shorts and a tight white t-shirt. When she saw me, she promptly made her way across the room. With a smile playing on her reddish lips, she eased into the chair opposite me. 

"You haven't opened your e-mail this morning, have you, Bill?" 

Feeling a little guilty, but much better with a full stomach, I shook my head. 

"No. I overslept and nearly missed my class." 

"I'm sure Agnes Duhane would give you a break for being late to one class." 

My eyes widened as the shapely brunette leaned closer. What did Erika know about my English professor? 

"And you probably haven't taken your pills and supplements today either, have you?" 

"No Ma'am." 

She held my gaze for a moment, and then smiled. 

"Go read your mail." 

As she pushed back from the table, I had another chance to admire her remarkable breasts, full and round and topped with those large nipples poking against her t-shirt. Although it had been dormant all morning, I felt my cock start to swell. 

Back in my room, I found she was right. The following e-mail had arrived from the Phys Ed department overnight. 

"On Saturday at 8:30 AM, Erika will pick you up and take you to a private residence off campus. You will serve brunch to a distinguished group of ladies, and in the afternoon, you will function as a pool boy for them. Dress casually, but bring the black rubber cock ring, the white slingshot full body suit, and the loose white swimsuit. Continue taking your blue pills and your supplements today, and a double dose tomorrow before Erika picks you up. Remember, you are not allowed to ejaculate during the party." 

Immediately, I took the pills and supplements that I should have taken earlier. I focused on studying for the rest of the day, and I was surprised how quickly the time passed. 

Saturday dawned bright and clear. I was excited and so was my cock. It lay fat and heavy in the pouch of my shorts as I gathered up my two white suits and the black rubber ring, and tossed them into a small backpack. Parked out front, Erika was already waiting for me when I emerged from the dorm. She greeted me with a warm smile as I climbed into the front seat of her cat. 

"Good morning. Are you ready about today's scenario?" 

"I don't know. I'm both excited and anxious. I don't know what to expect." 

As she pulled away from the curb, I was struck once more as to just how beautiful she was. Under a loose cotton top, her lovely breasts swayed as she drove off campus. 

"We're both going to be servers at a ladies brunch, although I suspect that you'll be in much more demand than I will. I understand that you already know the hostess." 

"I do?" 

"You met her at the Velvet Fist (WVC:Ch.8) when you were being fitted with your costumes. Her name is Gayle O'Hara." 

Oh yes, the well preserved brunette with the inattentive boyfriend. I nodded. 

"She specifically requested you." 

"Really?" 

"Apparently, you made quite an impression of her. I believe her exact words were "I want that young man with the big dick"." 

I blushed, but inside my shorts, my cock twitched. We headed toward the wealthier side of town. 

"Of course, there will be other women as well, prominent members of the community who prefer to keep their extra-curricular activities private." 

She paused, driving several more blocks before she continued. 

"One or two might be Club Alumnae. And I'm pretty sure that some will be mothers of the girls who attended the Pool Party (WVC Ch.19)." 

I swallowed. Their mothers? 

"At any rate, I will be there to keep things in line. You don't want you to ejaculate and ruin everything you've accomplished so far, do you?" 

"No Ma'am." 

"She has her guests scheduled to arrive at 10 AM. Apparently, she has additional costumes for us to wear, and I think she wants to brief us beforehand." 

"Costumes? For both of us?" 

She grinned as she made another turn. 

"Yes. She hired both of us for a six-hour job. I expect it will be fun. After we serve the guests brunch, then we will act as a cabana boy and girl." 

As we pulled into the same gated community as two weekends ago, a beefy guard stopped us. Fortunately, it was a different uniformed guard than the one from two weeks ago. This one wore glasses and had a bushy mustache. 

"We're here to see Gayle O'Hara." 

Even behind his thick glasses, I saw the guard check out Erika as she passed through the gate. I didn't remember exactly where we went last time, but I think we drove in the opposite direction once we were inside. The houses were more impressive than I remembered. Well-manicured lawns and high privacy hedges were the norm. Erika drove into the driveway of one particularly large house and parked off to the side of the circular drive. As she rang the bell, I had butterflies in my stomach. The tanned hostess answered quickly, smiling as she swung the door open. She must have been watching for us. 

Barefoot, Gayle wore a white robe over her sleek body, and from the way her full breasts swayed, I suspected she had little on underneath. Holding out her hand to Erika, she introduced herself. 

"I'm Gayle, and I'm delighted that we were able to make this brunch happen." 

"I'm Erika, and I'm pleased to meet you." 

Shifting her dark brown eyes to me, the older woman met my gaze before deliberately looking down below my waist, staring openly at the bulge in my shorts. 

"And I've especially been looking forward to seeing you again." 

I wasn't certain if she was speaking to me, or to my cock. After a long moment, she broke her intense study of my awakening crotch and turned away. 

"This way please." 

As we followed her swaying hips through the over-sized entry, I watched the thin material of her robe slid easily between her revolving ass cheeks. Not a line was visible. She must be totally nude beneath the white cotton. Swinging open a door off the grand entrance, she nodded inside. 

"You'll find your costumes in the boxes. I'll be back to check on you shortly." 

After she closed the door, Erika smirked at me as she sauntered over to the table where two boxes waited. 

"She certainly likes you, Bill. Or at least, one part of you." 

Rifling through the first box, she held up a frilly maid's costume. 

"This one must be mine." 

She started to unbuckle her shorts while I just stood there. 

"Come on, Bill. You need to get ready." 

Going through the second box, which was much smaller, all I found was a set of wristbands made out to look like French cuffs and a formal collar with a black bow tie. My trainer was watching as I held them up. 

"You're supposed to wear those with the white nylon slingshot. You did bring it, right?" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

I dug in my bag to retrieve the suit as she matter-of-factly stepped out of her shorts and whipped her blouse up over her head. Standing with her feet apart, Erika rested her hands on her shapely hips and posed for me, and I couldn't help but stare. She was gorgeous in the minuscule bra and panty set, the tiny triangles struggling to contain the full globes of her breasts and barely hiding the large reddish nipples that crowned them. Between her spread thighs, the sheer lace revealed more than it hid, the puckered lips of her pussy clearly visible through the shimmering cloth. 

"Get out of those clothes, Bill." 

I knew better than to disobey her, so I quickly stripped off everything, t-shirt, shorts, underwear. With my thickened cock swinging between my legs, I reached into my bag and retrieved the white nylon slingshot. Stepping into the leg openings, I pulled it up my legs, feeling the narrow strip of cloth slide between my ass cheeks as I arranged the thin straps up over my shoulders. Reaching between my thighs, I nestled my heavy balls down into the pouch and tried to cover as much of my burgeoning pole with the stretchy nylon as I could. 

Erika nodded approvingly, her nipples growing puckered and erect beneath the sheer material. And then she paused, looking down at the twitching tent in my suit. 

"These ladies are pretty adventurous. Maybe we should take a precaution." 

She rummaged through her bag and withdrew small package of antiseptic wipes. 

"Turn around and bend over. All the way! Now grab your cheeks and spread them apart for me. Wider!" 

Embarrassed, I was expecting it and yet was unprepared for the coolness of the wipe as she yanked the strap out of the way and carefully began to swab between my buttocks. As she centered on my crinkled hole, I gasped when she pressed her fingertip deep inside, twisting and turning to reach every nook and cranny of my rectum. I started to squirm and she smacked me, hard, right on my bare ass. 

"Be still! I need to make certain that you're completely clean and fresh." 

As she continued to work me, slipping a second finger all the way up to the knuckle, I caught a strong whiff of coconut. Finally, she was finished and I stood up, rearranging the uncomfortable strap between my ass cheeks. Turning to face her, I was surprised to see her grab another wipe and spread her own ass cheeks. She grinned. 

"These are flavored body wipes." 

"Flavored?" 

"Yes. Some guest may want to use more than her finger on you. Or me." 

I looked at her puzzled. As she tossed the tissue away, she flicked out her tongue, licking her lips suggestively. 

"As long as you're fresh, a lady may enjoy rimming you with her tongue." 

"Oh." 

"Put on the rest of your outfit. Gayle should be back shortly." 

Recovering the maid's costume, she pulled it on as I fastened the starched bands around my wrist and the stiff collar around my neck. At first, I thought her costume was too small for her. Then I realized that it meant to reveal as much as it did. The lacy skirt barely covered her crotch, and when she bent over even a little, her G-string was completely exposed. The loose top was just as risqué, gaping open to reveal the upper curves of her breasts and the lacy edge of her overflowing bra cups. When she leaned forward, the white material fell away so that I could plainly see her excited nipples straining against the black lace. Noticing that I was staring, the stunning brunette smiled. 

"After all that you've experienced, it's good to know that you still find me attractive." 

As she nodded down at my crotch, I blushed, embarrassed that I'd been caught and not knowing exactly what to say. My stiffening cock was twitching inside the white nylon suit, my growing arousal obvious 

"Remember that you are to do exactly what our hostess asks of you today. She has paid a rather large fee to the Club for our services, and we must fulfill her expectations. I expect that her friends will want to play with you, and you are to allow them to touch you, to fondle you, to amuse themselves with you anyway they want, as long as you don't ejaculate. Is that clear?" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

I was surprised about how stern she sounded, almost as if she didn't approve of what was being asked of me. Her instructions were interrupted as the door swung open. Evidently, Ms. O'Hara didn't feel it necessary to knock in her own home. 

"Are you two ready?" 

"Almost." 

After pulling on her collar and wristbands, Erika adjusted mine as the tanned hostess watched. Finished with the preparations, my trainer stood at attention so Gayle could inspect us. First she examined Erika, nodding in approval before turning her steady gaze to me. Slowly, she looked me up and down, focusing particular attention on the bulging pouch of my slingshot, scrutinizing the white nylon as it twitched. As she continued to study me, she fingered the neck of her robe, gradually let her hand trail down her torso, letting the robe fell open to reveal the deep cleft between her tanned breasts. There wasn't any tan line that I could see. 

"How good is he with his tongue?" 

The question was directed at Erika, but she was still gazing between my thighs. 

"He's good, much better than you might expect from a guy." 

With her brown eyes never wavering from the bulge in my crotch, Gayle sat down, easing herself onto the couch, letting her robe slip even more, exposing her tanned skin all the way to her flat stomach. The lady really took care of herself. 

"We have some time before the caterers arrive at 10." 

Slumping lower into the lush upholstery, our hostess slid one hand inside her robe and began to play with her unseen nipple while the other fingered the loose belt. 

"Have him take it out. I want to see his cock." 

Feeling the flush sweep across my neck, I glanced at Erika, and she nodded. 

"Do as she says, Bill. Remember, you are to obey her as you would me." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Obediently, I reached deep into the pouch, cupped my balls and hoisted my entire package out into the open. Gayle slipped her other hand inside the robe, her fingers growing active at her crotch as she stared at my protruding cock. It wasn't completely hard yet, just jerking and twitching with anticipation as it pointed back at her. 

"While he may be good with his tongue, I suspect that you are excellent." 

Lifting her fixed stare from my stiffening rod, the woman looked directly at Erika and smiled. I was surprised to see my trainer blush. As she spread her knees wide, Gayle motioned for the younger girl to kneel between them. The robe fell completely off her thighs and I saw that she was nearly as bare between them as Erika was. She did have a tan line below her waist, but it was almost nonexistent, a mere slice of pale skin that traced the outside of her prominent pussy lips and was topped by a narrow sliver of light brown pubic hair. It appeared to just as coiffed as the hair on her head. 

With a flush still on her face, Erika knelt on the floor between Gayle's sleek thighs and ducked her head. She began lapping at the older woman's open pussy. After a moment broken only by the wet sound of Erika licking, the tanned brunette beckoned to me. 

"Come here. I want to play with that big cock of yours." 

Supported by the elastic slingshot, my jutting cock swung heavily back and forth as I crossed the short distance to her. Her breath was short and ragged as she spoke again, patting the couch right beside her. 

"Climb up here, and kneel." 

As her brown eyes followed my swaying hard-on as I followed her directions, folding my right leg to kneel on the seat cushion while keeping my left foot planted on the floor, my swollen cockhead only inches from her face. She was panting as she reached out and circled one hand around the thick base of my shaft. I could feel her hot breath on the taut skin as she spoke. 

"I've been thinking about this beautiful cock for weeks." 

Twisting her torso, she grabbed my stalk with her other hand as she leaned closer, opening her mouth. With both fists squeezing my swollen pole, she ducked her head and swallowed the entire bulb. Moaning softly, she twirled her tongue all around the bloated knob as she held me between her lips, shivering as Erika's efforts between her thighs began to have an effect. Taking as much of my shaft into her mouth as she could, she started to bob her head up and down. 

The vibrations of her moans intensified as my trainer picked up the pace. I think Erika wanted to bring the woman to a fast climax so we wouldn't be caught by the arriving guests. Slurping between her panted breaths, Gayle started posting with her fists, jacking me into her sucking mouth. The combination was effective, and my breath quickened as well. Fortunately, Erika was even more adept with her tongue. 

With just the tip of my engorged cockhead between her wet lips, the older woman froze, perched on the edge of a mammoth orgasm. With a loud cry, Gayle threw her head back as the waves of emotion washed over her, wracking her body beneath the robe. Gripping my hard-on like it was a lifeline, she gave herself over to the spasms rippling through her. As they continued, the thin robe slid off her shoulders, baring one bronzed breast as I stared down at her. 

It was perfect, high and round and full, crowned with a small dark brown areola that was a puckered and wildly erect. In fact, it was too perfect. Still clutching my stiff cock, our hostess shuddered as the intensity of the climax began to wane. One more ripple coursed through her, and then she sighed. 

Letting her legs splay open, she slumped back into the couch, keeping one hand wrapped firmly around my stalk. As my trainer rose to her feet, Gayle looked up at her, smiling. 

"I was right about you." 

I was surprised how red my trainer's face became. Turning her head to gaze directly at my pulsing hard-on, Gayle nodded. 

"Yes, my guests are going to be delighted with the both of you." 

Ducking her head, she slathered her tongue all around the purplish bulb, coating the taut skin with saliva. Leaning back to inspect the result, the deeply tanned woman gave me a last squeeze and pump, and then let go. As she stood up, she stared down at my protruding cock, watching it jerk and quiver, gathering the robe around her like royalty about to greet her subjects. 

"As much as I'd like to keep playing with his cock, the caterers will be here shortly." 

Belting the robe around her slim waist, she glanced at Erika. 

"Finish with your costumes and meet me in the kitchen." 

With that, she left, leaving the door slightly ajar. Smiling, my trainer dropped her blue eyes down to my crotch. 

"You better put that away." 

Hastily, I adjusted my costume and slipped my swollen cock back inside the pouch of the slingshot. The strength of my erection bowed the white nylon out away from my lower abdomen, and the saliva our hostess had left on my hard-on soaked the thin material enough so that the deep red of the bulb was clearly visible. As she gaze down at the throbbing bulge, Erika straightened her maid's costume. 

"Maybe you'd better stay here and relax while I go check things out." 

As she let, I admired the way her cute ass cheeks revolved under the short black skirt. I sat down on the couch, reaching behind me to adjust the strap of nylon that pulled up tightly between my ass cheeks. This promised to be a very interesting day. 

A truck drove up and parked to the side of the house. Voices accompanied the caterers as they unloaded. As I listened through the door, I could make out one woman and at least two different men's voices. It took them almost fifteen minutes to fully empty the van. The truck roared off, and then it was quiet. Erika was grinning when she reentered a short time later. 

"That was an amusing interlude." 

She glanced down below my waist. Although my earlier erection had subsided, the pouch of my suit still showed a substantial bulge. 

"Remember, you are not to ejaculate, no matter how persuasive these women are. And no matter how urgently you feel the need. Am I clear?" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

I felt like I was being scolded and I hadn't even done anything yet. She motioned me to follow her, leading me out of the small side room, through the grand entrance, and into a spacious kitchen. Gayle has changed into what looked like a pair of silk lounging pajamas, sleek and white, clinging to her shapely curves. Blood started to flow back below my waist as I watched her bustle around the dark wood cabinets and creamy white granite countertops. 


WVC Ch. 25: The Ladies Brunch



The pants were cut low on her slim hips, hugging her muscular ass cheeks and sliding into the deep valley between. Since I saw no sign of any panty lines, I concluded that she wore nothing underneath. And certainly her rounded breasts were bare beneath the sleeveless top, swaying slightly as she moved. The small areolae were darkly visible through the thin silk, wrinkled and clearly erect, puckering the shiny material. 

The doorbell rang suddenly and she looked startled. 

"They're early. I'll show them into the sunroom while you finish the preparations." 

There wasn't that much to do. The smell of fresh coffee permeated the room and the champagne cocktails were waiting to be poured. Mini quiche tarts, flaky pasties, and skewers full of luscious looking fruit were displayed on silver trays, ready to be served. 

We listened to voices in animated conversation coming down the hallway, followed by the doorbell again. The same sequence occurred twice more, ending when Gayle appeared breathless and beaming in the doorway. As she poured the champagne cocktails, she gave us our instructions. 

"We'll start with you two serving the mimosas. Grab a tray and follow me." 

Impatiently, she waited for us to balance the trays and follow her out of the kitchen. Inside the thin pouch, my cock felt thick and heavy, bouncing lightly with each step as I admired her swaying hips. Sweeping through a set of French doors, she entered an open airy room that adjoined the pool deck and stood aside to let us enter. We stood there in the doorway, awkwardly holding the trays as she grandly gestured toward us. 

"Ladies, I'd like to introduce our two servers for today. This gorgeous young lady is Erika, and this adorable hunk is uh -" 

She must have blanked out on my name. Smiling broadly, the five women gave us a thorough appraisal. There were three blondes, one light-haired brunette, and a very striking woman with jet-black hair. They appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties, and all were as well preserved as our tanned hostess. Whispering to the slightly bemused Gayle, my trainer must have reminded her of my name. 

"Oh yes. That's right. His name is Bill. I must have been distracted by his considerable charm. And his obvious assets." 

Chuckles were shared as it seemed as if that all the women had caught sight of the bulge in my suit and were staring between my legs. Feeling a slight twitch in the pouch, I blushed under the direct scrutiny. Gayle let them look for a moment before she continued. 

"They are here to serve you brunch this morning, and to act as cabana boy and girl for those who stay to swim this afternoon. We'll start with mimosas, unless you'd prefer coffee, which either of our servers would be happy to get for you." 

Her opening remarks concluded, she motioned for us to begin serving. Erika started on one side of the sunlit room and I took my tray to the other. With light streaks scattered through her shoulder length hair, the attractive brunette sat on a couch waiting for me. Sparkling green eyes checked me out, starting with the collar around my neck and ending down between my thighs. Like our hostess, she was deeply tanned and sported a white lacy cover-up that only partly hid the metallic gold string bikini she wore underneath. 

"I'll have a mimosa, and save the coffee for later." 

Gracefully, she reached for a glass on my tray, and I bent slightly to offer it her. 

"You look like you work out." 

I blushed under her intense examination, and my cock began to respond, slowly swelling inside the white slingshot. 

"Yes Ma'am. I swim." 

"Please, call me 'Angela'. I knew those sleek muscles came from some athletic activity. Did you bring a swimsuit for later?" 

My blush deepened as l straightened up, realizing that her eyes were squarely focused on the growing bulge in the front of my costume. 

"Yes Ma'am, I did." 

"I can't wait to see what it looks like on you." 

She sipped her cocktail and eyed me over the edge of the glass. Sitting next to her, a tall blonde with pale blue eyes leaned forward. Wearing a tiny pair of pastel blue shorts and a loose white blouse, she had it partly opened to expose the top of a pair of gently swelling breasts. As her shirt gaped wider, I tried not to stare at the upper curves of her shallow globes. 

"Young man, could I have one of those?" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Shuffling my feet so that I could turn to face her, I offered her the tray. After taking a glass from the tray, she leaned back against the couch and delicately sipped it, looking me up and down, lingering between my thighs. Lightly tanned, she had the cool look of a fashion model, slim legs and smallish breasts. 

"My name is Lorraine." 

The other woman posed a question for me. 

"So how did you meet Gayle?" 

I hesitated, blushing again as I wondered how to answer. Angela leaned closer, waiting for my reply. 

"Uh, we met in a clothing store. A costume shop, I guess you might call it." 

"Oh, like a Halloween costumes?" 

"Kind of like that." 

"What's the name of the store? Maybe I know it." 

My blush deepened as I shifted my weight. My cock continued to thicken, and I could feel the force of it pressing the white nylon out away from me. Both women keep glancing down below my waist as they waited for my answer, trying to watch it distend the front of my suit without being too obvious. 

"It's called 'The Velvet Fist'." 

Silently, they exchanged a knowing glance with each other. After she took another sip, Lorraine spoke up. 

"Although we've never met, I believe that you have met my daughter. 

"Your daughter?" 

Puzzled, I looked down at the blonde with the pale blue eyes, wracking my brain trying to figure out how I could have possibly met her daughter. With a slightly raised eye brow, she continued. 

"Her name is Paige. And I believe that you met her at a pool party two weeks ago." 

Like a punch to the stomach, it suddenly dawned on me exactly what party she meant. Paige, the name sounded familiar, but the memories of that afternoon were pretty jumbled. I figured that she was probably blonde, and besides Melissa, who was the hostess that day, I think there was only one more. But for the life of me, I couldn't remember her. The uncomfortable moment ended only when Gayle walked up next to me, sliding her arm around my bare shoulders, her fingertips playing lightly across my skin. 

"So ladies, is our young server meeting your needs?" 

The inference was not lost on the two seated women. They smiled as Lorraine answered. 

"So far. He was just telling us where you met, 'The Velvet Fist'." 

Pressing her full breasts into my side, the bronzed hostess chuckled. 

"Yes, that was an entertaining afternoon, very revealing too. In fact, you see this costume he's wearing? I bought for him there." 

That immediately gave the three women permission to openly admire my torso, again spending more time ogling my crotch than anywhere else. The full-bodied blonde who was sitting on the other side of Lorraine interrupted. 

"I don't mean to barge in, but I was wondering if I could get a cup of coffee. I need some before I start with the mimosas, otherwise I'll be completely worthless the rest of the day." 

"Certainly. Our young man will be delighted to get you a cup." 

Eager to escape the women's direct scrutiny, I started to return to the kitchen. Smiling, Gayle stood in my path and guided me back to the women on the couch. 

"Bill, let me introduce Kim. She likes her coffee sweet, with lots of cream, just like she likes her men." 

Nodding my head as I felt my face flush, I backed away. 

Once I was in the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee, I felt panicky. I had to let Erika know about Lorraine and her daughter. As I reentered the sunny room with another silver tray containing the coffee, cream and some sugar substitute, I looked around for my trainer. Facing away from the French doors, she was standing in front of the lady with the jet-black hair, her bare legs spread about a foot apart. I didn't understand why until I saw a manicured hand glide between them, caressing her skin as it slid up the back of her thigh to cup her exposed ass cheek. 

The buxom blonde was waiting, so I couldn't watch any more. After crossing the room, I bent over to offer her the coffee. Kim made me wait for a minute while she leisurely uncrossed her legs and slowly leaned forward. Her bright pink shorts were long and baggy, offering a lot of coverage for her wide hips and fleshy thighs, but what caught my attention were her breasts. They were large and full, round melons that pressed urgently against the tight fitting sleeveless blouse she wore. And through the white cotton, I could see the imprint of oversized nipples. There was a knowing smile in her blue eyes as I finished appraising her body. Ignoring the tray that I extended to her, she asked. 

"Did I overhear you say that you work out? That you swim?" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Dropping her steady gaze to the tray I held, she reached with both hands, not to take the cup I was offering, but to slide her palms up my thighs. Startled by her bold action, I almost tipped the tray into her lap. She ignored the near miss, enjoying the feel of my muscles as she squeezed and massaged them, coming ever closer to the swollen bulge in my white suit. 

"I so like the feel of muscles that are firmed and toned by swimming. I much prefer them to the bulky mass of weight lifters." 

She was silent as she relished the experience of stroking my thighs. Working her way ever higher, she brushed the underside of my tightly bound balls through the suit as the two women on her left leaned closer to watch, their eyes totally focused on the distended lump in front. I exhaled when as she released me. 

"Turn around." 

However briefly, I hesitated before I obeyed her directive. And when I did face the other direction, Erika had a disapproving look on her face. She shook her head slowly and I nodded back, figuring that my mistake was a momentary reluctance, however brief. Only then did I notice that she now standing with her feet spread wide, and the black haired lady no longer was stroking her shapely thighs. Instead, she appeared to have the fingers of one hand deep in Erika's crotch. 

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed my ass cheeks and started squeezing. The blonde, I assumed it was the blonde was vigorous in her treatment, pushing them together and pulling them wide apart. I had to be careful not to spill the coffee I was holding. 

"I love the way this suits leaves his butt bare. And the way the strap splits his cheeks apart, disappearing into the valley between. Just adorable!" 

Suddenly, she swatted me, the sound echoing sharply across the room. 

"Okay. Now give me my coffee." 

Obediently, I turned and finally offered her the tray. I wondered if was cold now, but she didn't seem to mind, eyeing the engorged lump in my suit as she poured the cream into the black liquid, slowly stirred it and brought it up to her full lips. I started to turn back toward the kitchen when she stopped me in my tracks, still staring at my crotch. 

"I'm looking forward to getting to know you better. All of you." 

My cock surge higher at her words, and I was relieved when Gayle called to me from the French doors. Grateful to avoid any more scrutiny, at least for the moment, I turned to go. Erika was moaning as the black haired woman brought her to the edge of a climax, her knees buckling as I passed her, the spasms rippling through her sleek body. 

The tanned hostess had preceded me back into the kitchen. After taking the coffee tray from me, she thrust a platter of delicately browned pastries in my hands. 

"Here, serve these." 

Backing up a step, she smiled and then dropped her dark brown eyes, raking my lower body with her frank stare. 

"I think you two are making quite an impression." 

Awkwardly holding the tray with both hands, I started to offer a lame reply when she abruptly reached down beneath the tray I held and cupped my balls. With my mouth half open, I froze, and she wrapped her other hand around the thickened shaft. Smiling into my eyes, she began to post up and down, slowly stroking my cock through the thin nylon. 

"Yes, I think my guests are very pleased with your extraordinary physical attribute." 

After a half a dozen leisurely strokes, she released her double fisted grip and stepped back, tilted her head toward the other room. 

"Don't keep the guests waiting, Bill." 

Nodding silently, I turned to go and suddenly realized that my engorged cockhead felt like it was about to pop free of the shallow confines of the suit. As I walked back toward the guests, I held the tray aside and glanced down. The dark reddish bulb was peeking out of the stretched waistband, and with each step I took, it inched closer to total freedom. 

My trainer was now serving pastries to the women I had already met, so that left me with the other two, the woman with the jet black hair who had been fondling Erika and another blonde. They studied the bulging pouch of my suit as I approached, sipping their mimosas as they watched it wobble. 

"Would you ladies like something to eat?" 

I tried for my best elegant waiter act, trying desperately to ignore the bobbing protuberance below the tray. The pretty blonde, her hair streaked with highlights, smiled. Through the lacy cover-up, I could see she had on a pink string bikini, full breasts filling the tiny triangles of the bra cups. 

"I think I will. Are you offering what's on your tray? Or what you're carrying inside your costume?" 

I was speechless, completely unprepared for the directness of her words. Still smiling, she leaned forward and retrieved a mini quiche from my tray. Shifting on the couch, the sultry black haired woman looked me up and down, mostly down. Her dark blue cover-up was like a caftan, loose and full length, falling all the way to the floor and effectively hiding her figure. Without a word, she leaned closer, but instead of taking a pastry, she reached under the tray I extended toward her and gripped my swollen shaft. I gasped. 

"Gayle said that you were very well endowed." 

Leaning closer, she let her fingertips trail up the underside my stalk until they reached the bloated head. As she caressed me through taut material, she looked up and smiled. 

"So did my daughter." 

My voice caught in my throat as I replied. 

"Your daughter?" 

"Yes, she met you at the same pool party as Lorraine's girl. Savannah's her name. She was very graphic in describing you. And your dick." 

I didn't what to say. My mind was spinning, trying to remember which girl this daughter was. As her fingers continued to explore me through the thin cloth, she lowered her blue eyes back to my crotch and introduced herself. 

"I'm Sandra, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Bill. You, and your big dick." 

I opened my mouth but no words came out. Finished with her pastry, the blonde leaned closer, observing what Sandra was doing to my cock as it strained against the shiny nylon. While the fingers of one hand continued to rub the rounded surface of my bulb, the stunning black haired guest reached between my thighs to cup my balls with the other. Jouncing them slightly in her palm, she glanced up at me and grinned. 

"Your friend is pretty responsive to manual manipulation. Are you?" 

I opened my mouth but again, I could only sputter. Patiently, the black haired woman waited, abandoning my balls and letting her fingertips play up and down the length of my shaft, lightly tracing the throbbing veins. 

"Hmm? Are you sensitive, Bill?" 

She paused. 

"Your dick seems to be enjoying all the attention." 

Still I couldn't talk. Sandra continued her teasing game, paying particular attention to my engorged knob, circling the ridge with her fingers, pressing the cloth into gaping cavity of my cockhole with her fingernail. Taking a sip of champagne and then setting it on a side table, the pretty blonde leaned forward. 

"Maybe he can't talk when someone's playing with his stiff cock." 

Gayle appeared at my elbow, resting her hand on my shoulder, pressing those firm breasts into my side. She glanced down at my crotch, examining the way the black haired woman was amusing herself with the jutting pouch of my suit. 

"Be careful with him, Sandra. You know the guidelines." 

"Yeah, I know. The girl can cum but the boy can't. It doesn't seem fair to leave him on the edge like this." 

"Fair or not, that is what you will do." 

Suddenly, Sandra released me and sat back against the couch, almost pouting as she glanced up into my face. She had gorgeous blue eyes, pale and piercing. And suddenly, I remembered those same blue eyes at the pool party, but I still couldn't recall the daughter. As the bronzed hostess stroked my shoulders, I offered the blonde my tray. 

"No, thank you. I'm Gloria, and I'm so glad that Gayle insisted that I come. I wasn't going to, but she hinted that there would be a special attraction. That's you, right?" 

Still not trusting my voice, I nodded. Dropping her blue eyes down below my tray, she stared at the twitching pouch as she continued. 

"How do feel about not being able to cum while your girlfriend can all she wants?" 

I cleared my throat, finally forcing myself to respond. 

"Umm, those the rules. And I just accept them." 

The two seated women just looked me. I guess they wanted more. 

"And uh, she's not my girlfriend. She's my trainer." 

Gayle kept massaging my muscles, gradually drifting lower until she was caressing the swell of my lower back, just above my bared ass cheeks. Blonde Gloria wanted to know. 

"You mean, like a personal trainer? For working out?" 

As I noticed a slight smile play across Sandra's lips, I wondered exactly how much I should divulge about the Club. 

"Sort of." 

They waited for me to continue. Evidently, that wasn't enough detail for them. I was saved from blabbing too much when Erika appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray with the fruit kebobs. I started to squirm as our hostess slid her hand over my right buttock, cupping it and squeezing firmly. Sandra took a skewer from the tray as Gloria pursued her line of thought, speaking to the young server. 

"I understand that you're this young man's trainer. What exactly are you training him for?" 

Erika didn't glance at me as she answered, setting the tray down on the side table. 

"He's made application to join a secret society on campus, and he's required to do exactly as I say. I'm training him to control himself, to control this." 

Without warning, she reached between my thighs and curled her hand over the bloated head of my cock. Startled, I froze as the woman watched Erika's hand, squeezing me lightly. 

"As we all know, once a man has an erect penis, he loses all pretext of being civilized. So I am teaching him when to keep it in his pants, when to take it out, and when to stay fully erect." 

Her squeezes grew more pronounced, until she was openly jacking me up and down, being careful to keep my bloated pole hidden inside the suit. The tanned blonde drained the last of her mimosa. Putting the empty glass back on the table, she leaned close to me and began stroking the outside of my nearest thigh. Gayle kept palming my bare butt, and as my trainer continued to fondle my raging hard-on, she barked. 

"Spread your legs." 

Obediently, awkwardly, I obeyed Erika's command. Still holding the tray, I shuffled my feet apart and let the pretty blonde slide her hand high up the inside of my upper thigh. Licking her lips as she studied the way my trainer played with me, Gloria asked. 

"Can we take it out?" 

"Maybe later, when he's cooled off a bit. He's under strict orders not to ejaculate." 




WVC Ch. 25: The Ladies Brunch



The blonde was fixated on the throbbing bulge in my crotch as Gayle took advantage of my vulnerable position to reach up between my spread ass cheeks and cradle my balls from behind. My breathing grew ragged as the three women prolonged the moment, playing with me, enjoying their power. Finally, Erika released my throbbing cock, barely covered in the stretchy nylon. 

"That's enough for now. We want to keep him on edge. Not push him over." 

Reluctantly, the other two also let go, still studying the twitching, pulsing lump in the front of my suit. Erika went to serve the other guests while the tanned hostess motioned me to follow her into the kitchen. 

"Let's start serving the sweet pastries." 

Appreciating the sway of her hips as I walked behind her, watching the silky pant legs billow with each step, I was surprised to find that the striking black haired woman catch up with me. She had an impish gleam in her pale eyes as she leaned close to whisper. 

"Not only did Savannah tell me all about you and how big your dick is, she also told how much you cum. You filled her mouth and she choked on it. You don't remember?" 

That stopped me cold. In a panic, I stared at her. She chuckled and looked back over her shoulder at the rest of the guests. 

"Don't worry. I haven't told anyone." 

Sliding the back of her fingers up and down the bare skin of my arm, she continued. 

"I'm an alumnae of the Club. And I know exactly what you're going through." 

Glancing down at the protruding lump in the front of my suit, she suddenly giggled. 

"Well, maybe not exactly." 

Stealing a look toward the kitchen where our hostess was probably waiting for me, she whispered again. 

"I'll keep this to myself. If we can find some time together later today." 

Lowering her eyes once more to my throbbing crotch, her voice took on a husky tone. 

"My daughter said that your cream tastes really sweet." 

My stiff cock jerked when she said that, and she chuckled again, a low throaty half laugh. Gayle's head popped out of the kitchen doorway. 

"Bill! Come get the other serving tray!" 

"Yes Ma'am." 

I scurried away from the black haired woman and into the expansive kitchen. Once inside, I set the quiche tray down and retrieved the one with the sweet flaky pastries. As I turned to go, Gayle blocked my way, an evil smile flickering across her face. She looked down at my still swollen crotch. 

"I realize that you can't cum, but I'm going to leave my mark on you." 

Moving quickly before I had a chance to react, she knelt on the tiled floor in front of me and reached into the protruding pouch. I gasped as she scooped out my entire package, using the elastic of the slingshot to lift my balls up and out. Wrapping her hand around the thickened stalk, she eyed the engorged knob and licked her lips. 

"This is my party, and I want all my guests to know that I was here first." 

With that, she dipped her head and swallowed the whole bulb, stretching her mouth wide to accommodate my ballooned size. Using both hands to pump my hard-on into her mouth, she slurped loudly as she bobbed up and down, trying to take the entire length of my rigid pole between her lips. She was so noisy it was almost as if she wanted her guests in the sun room to hear her. Since there was no intervening door, there was a real possibility that one of them could walk in and find the hostess giving me a loud, sloppy blowjob. 

The ferocity of her assault caught me off guard, and I knew I wouldn't last long if she kept this up. I started to pant as saliva streamed from the corners of her mouth, dribbling down the sides of my shaft, wetting the white nylon suit bunched under my balls. Just I as was approaching the point of no return, she abruptly stopped. While keeping one fist firmly gripping the base of my trembling stalk, she pulled her head back and reached for her purse, which happened to be close by on the counter. 

Startled, I watched her adroitly use only one hand to apply bright red lipstick, smearing it liberally over her full lips. When she finished, she set the metallic tube back on the counter and leaned over my raging erection. Holding my quivering shaft steady, she pointed it straight up in the air as she let spit fall from her mouth, coating the rounded surface of my cockhead. Once she was satisfied that my erection was thoroughly saturated, she spread her freshly painted lips wide and trapped my throbbing cock between them. Breathing heavily, she took me deep into her throat. I was surprised how much of my shaft she could swallow, her shiny lips finally stopping only a couple of inches from my abdominal wall. Slowly, she pulled her head back, leaving bright red streaks along the bloated stalk. 

Beaming, she sat back on her heels and admired her handiwork. 

"Now the girls will know that I was here first." 

After stretching the white nylon to reposition my dripping and newly decorated cock inside, Gayle looked up at me and smiled. She had pulled it so tight that the strap between my ass cheeks threatened to split the puckered hole of my sphincter. Nodding, she patted my bulging crotch, lovingly settling the thin cloth around the length of my swollen cock, arranging the clinging nylon to better display me. Moving my tray aside so I could see, I glanced down. The distended pouch was completely drenched, the material so transparent from her saliva that the reddish smears on my stalk were quite obvious. 

Rising gracefully to her feet, the tanned woman let her fingertips caress the straining cockhead, smoothing the sheer cloth across the shiny surface, making sure to tease my cockslit to gape open. 

"Perfect! Your big dick looks yummy, even more than those pastries you're carrying." 

Sliding her arm around my shoulders, she guided me out into the hallway toward the sunroom. As we walked, I could feel my cock bouncing inside the loose suit with each step, creating enough friction against the nylon to keep me hard and erect. At the doorway, I hesitated as she stood aside. 

"Don't be shy now." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Taking a deep breath, I plunged into the room, carrying the tray so that it half hid my distended suit. I was startled to see Erika on her knees, her bare butt high in the air and her head buried between the open thighs of the tall blonde Lorraine. Although my trainer had managed to reacquire her G-string, it hid nothing. Oblivious to those around her, she was energetically licking a pair of fleshy lips just below a pubic mound decorated with narrow landing strip of pale blonde hair. Standing beside me, Gayle remarked. 

"She's very good, isn't she?" 

Throwing one long leg over Erika's shoulder, the lightly tanned blonde answered as she caught my eye. 

"I've heard that he's excellent." 

Immediately, I felt my face color. The only way she would have not that is if her daughter had told her. As the hostess began to stroke my bare ass cheeks, she directed me toward the other ladies on the couch. 

"Would you ladies like something sweet to eat?" 

On one side of Lorraine sat Angela, the green-eyed brunette with the dark tan. Watching intently as Erika lapped at the blonde's pussy, she shook her head, stroking the neck of Kim who sat beside her. 

"Kim?" 

"I believe I will. Just one." 

Leaning forward, I extended the silver tray toward her, uncovering the swollen pouch jutting out from between my legs. The full bodied blonde gasped when she caught sight of the bobbing front of my suit, just below the tray I offered. 

"Oh my! I thought you were offering a Danish, but apparently this young man has something else to offer." 

I could feel the flush spread down my neck as she leaned closer, examining my twitching hard-on, barely contained the flimsy suit as it jutted out toward her beneath the silver tray. Her blue eyes wide, she reached for a pastry without lifting her gaze, commenting before she took a dainty bite. 

"Somebody has been very naughty. Somebody with bright red lipstick has been tasting this young man's dick." 

Lorraine was too far-gone, her eyes tightly shut as she enjoyed Erika's talented tongue but Angela looked over, quickly dropping her green eyes to stare at the twitching lump in my swollen pouch. Stepping around my kneeling trainer, I extended the tray toward her, and as before, she refused my offer. With Gayle still palming my butt, I held the tray slightly to one side so I could see my bloated crotch. The damp nylon revealed almost everything. 

"Oh. Oh, Oh! Oh! OH!" 

With spasms wracking her body, the tall blonde cried out as Erika brought her to a thundering climax. As the moans erupted deep in her chest, her legs began to flop about, involuntary reactions to the powerful orgasm that rippled through her slim body. Relentlessly, Erika attacked, her tongue busy deep inside the woman's pussy. Both Angela and Kim kept glancing back and forth, alternating between watching their friend writhe on the couch, and examining the throbbing hard-on displayed inside my nearly transparent suit. 

Once Lorraine's passion finally began to subside, the tanned hostess stopped fondling my ass cheek, gave me a fond pat and went to retrieve a piano bench from the alcove off the sun room. After setting it down in the middle of the floor, she called out. 

"If I can have your attention --" 

She waited while Sandra and Gloria, who were intertwined on the other couch across the room ended their fervent kiss. But the duo stayed locked in an intimate embrace, hands fondling breasts and stroking inner thighs through their cover-ups. Erika turned around, still on the floor, her legs crossed so that her short skirt rode high upon her shapely thighs, exposing the miniscule triangle of her G-string that threatened to disappear into her crotch. Still groggy from her recent climax, Lorraine roused herself and sat up on the couch, not bothering the retrieve the pair of shorts she'd discarded on the floor, her wet pussy lips glistening in the bright light. 

"Now that you've all had some refreshment, I'd like to provide you with some entertainment." 

She smiled at the disheveled blonde on the couch, totally nude below the waist. 

"Some of you have already enjoyed a certain amount of diversion." 

Lorraine blushed, but didn't bother to cover herself, evidently taking pleasure in displaying her pink pussy, moist and wide open for all the guests to see. My cock twitched as I looked at her again. 

"But the real occasion for throwing this party is to enjoy the attention and service provided by these two young students, particularly this well-endowed young man." 

She gestured toward me, as if they didn't know whom she was talking about. My cock throbbed inside the skimpy slingshot. 

"Erika, please relieve him of the serving tray." 

Scrambling to her feet, my trainer took my tray, her blue eyes sparkling as she whispered. 

"Showtime." 

In the center of the room, Gayle began to untie the belt of her loose pants. 

"I'm sure you're aware that our young man is unusually well endowed. What you may not know is that he is quite skillful with his tongue. Or so I've been told." 

I blushed furiously as the tanned brunette fingered the waistband of her lounge pants with one hand while with the other, she beckoned me to join her in the middle of the room. Patting the cushioned leather bench, she smiled. 

"On your back." 

Obediently, I sat down on one end of the bench and lay back so that my head was slightly off the other end. While my lower back was supported, my bare ass hung partly off the black leather. From my upside down view, I watched as Gayle let her loose pants slide to the floor, revealing a pubic mound with no tan lines and adorned with just a wisp of dark hair, clipped into the shape of an arrow, pointing directly at her fleshy pussy lips. Inside the suit, my engorged cock jumped toward the ceiling as I watched her approach. 

She sauntered across the room, staring down at me as she circled the bench, letting her fingertips trail over my skin, across my shoulders, down my chest and come to rest on my lower abdomen, just above the tautly stretched pouch of my costume. After watching the bulge twitch eagerly, our hostess glanced up at Erika, who stood mute. 

"I know you suggested that we wait to until he was more composed, but I think now is the best time to reveal his cock." 

Erika nodded in agreement. 

"Whatever you think is best. It's your party." 

The bottomless brunette smiled as she dropped her gaze again, watching the protruding lump in my pulse and throb as her fingers kept playing back and forth across my stomach, tickling me as she dipped slightly below the elastic waistband. 

"Yes, you're right. It is my party." 

"Why don't you have him take off his suit while he's lying there?" 

Gayle considered Erika's suggestion for just a moment before a sly smile spread across her face. 

"That's an excellent idea. Take it off." 

Since the last directive was to me, I complied, awkwardly skimming the shoulder straps down my arms and off my torso as I writhed on the sleek leather. Sliding my hips farther off the end of the piano bench, I dislodged the uncomfortable strap from between my ass cheeks and slipped the white nylon off my hips. Once I was totally nude, I raised my hips up so I could slide back onto the bench. With my feet planted firmly on the tiled floor, I spread my thighs slightly apart and thrust my swollen cock into the air, offering it up for everyone's inspection. 

"Wow!"" 

"He does have a big one." 

"And I like a man who shaves." 

Fighting an impulse to cover myself, I remembered Erika's warning and opened my knees wider, instead offering the women an even better view between my thighs. After the initial outburst, everyone was silent, watching my fully erect cock jerk and twitch. Gayle walked around to the head of the bench and stood over me so that I stared up into her pussy, the outer lips already beginning to bloom. Inching forward, she straddled my head and I got strong whiff of her excitement. 

"And now ladies, as I enjoy this young man's tongue, I invite you to examine this most impressive cock. And you may leave your mark as you see fit." 

As she slowly lowered herself onto my face, I didn't have time to think about her last comment. I extended my tongue to greet her and the bronzed brunette shuddered when the very tip grazed her pussy. Flicking at the swollen knob of her clit, I felt the other guests draw around us. Exhaling, she sank lower onto my face, forcing my stiffened tongue deep inside her moist crevice. Once it was completely embedded, she leaned forward and wrapped her hand around the base of my pulsing shaft, squeezing firmly. Slowly, deliberately, she began to writhe on my face, rolling her pubic mound against me at the same time she started to post her fist up and down my hard-on. I didn't think about it at the time, but she only stroked the very base of my stalk, only moving her fist an inch or two. 

As she picked up the pace, she leaned farther over my crotch and swallowed the engorged bulb. Slurping loudly, she curled her other hand around my pole, one covering the other and pumped me with both fists as she sucked, her head bobbing up and down. After just a few minutes, she reached a thundering climax, her lean body thrashing about as she lay on top of me, my cock deep within her mouth. Bouncing violently, she pounded her crotch against my mouth, trying to force my spearing tongue even farther inside. 

Finally, she lay collapsed on top of me and lay motionless, letting the side of her head rest on my lower abdomen as she held my engorged bulb between her lips. Only her tongue moved, gently licking around the rim of my inflated cockhead, like a cat bathing her kitten. I reciprocated, lapping at the nectar dribbling from between her thighs, drinking in the sweet liquid that had oozed all over my chin. Slowly puling her head back, she let the slippery knob pop free. 

"Who's next?" 

Still keeping a firm grasp of the base of my shaft, she swung her leg high over my head as she dismounted the bench. 

"I'm next. I've been looking forward to this." 

I didn't recognize the voice, but when I saw the deep blue caftan drop to the floor, I knew that it must be Sandra who was about to straddle my face. As she positioned her hips above me, I saw that she too had shaved her pubic hair into a stylish shape, a diamond of jet black curls. Lowering herself onto my ready tongue, she leaned over me, resting her hands flat on the bench as she quickly found a moaning, thrusting rhythm. 

"Would anyone like to give this young man a rainbow?" 

I didn't know what Gayle meant. I was too busy trying to keep up with the squirming Sandra on top of me. 

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" 

As the black haired woman reached the peak of her orgasm, I felt Gayle feed my cock to a ravenous pair of lips. It couldn't be Sandra. She was sitting on my face, grinding her plump pussy into my mouth, her muscular ass cheeks covering my eyes. But when she did finally lift herself up off of me, I glanced down to see that it was Gloria, the pretty blonde with the streaked hair, who was eagerly bobbing up and down on my throbbing pole. Still nude below the waist, the tanned hostess pumped my stiff hard-on into the blonde's mouth, using both fists to match her rhythm, bouncing off my lower abdomen. 

Another woman took Sandra's place over my head, shutting off my view. A quick glimpse of light skin with barely defined tan lines, slim thighs and a pale blonde strip of soft curls adorning the prominent pubic mound was all I saw before she descended onto my face. Her plump pussy lips were already quite slick with juice, leading me to conclude that it was Lorraine who was silently grinding against my tongue. I was getting tired, but I wasn't about to stop or ask for a break. 

Lorraine must have been primed because it didn't take her long to teeter on the edge of a massive climax. I was right behind her, feeling the juice in my balls roiling. Even on my back, I could still thrust against the steady posting Gayle was giving me. 

"Anyone else want to decorate this young man's penis?" 

Just as the blonde started to buck on my face, I felt cool air on the wet knob of my hard-on. Gayle kept jacking me, methodically keeping me right at the brink of an orgasm as she offered my jutting pole up to another one of her guests. Soft lips sucked my cockhead deep into what turned out to be a very experienced mouth. When I felt her settle between my widely parted legs, resting a pair of outsized breasts on top of my thighs, I figured that it had to Kim. 

When Lorraine finally struggled to her feet, I looked down to watch the big-breasted blonde work. She must have felt my eyes on her because she glanced up at me and winked, her cheeks billowing in and out with the force of her suctioning mouth, pink lips tight against the heavily veined shaft. I didn't get to see anymore as another guest loomed overhead, cutting off my vision. 

This woman had a deep tan with no lines at all, a completely shaven pussy and a shiny ring at the top of her glistening lips. It had to be Angela. She too was primed. As soon as I flicked the prominent button extending from the hood of her inflamed lips, she started convulsing. Moaning loudly, she rocked back and forth on my mouth, rapidly reaching a shuddering climax. Violent spasms wracked her body as she released a flood of liquid all over the lower half of my face, drenching me as well as the piano bench. 

As she slowly came down from her high, quaking involuntarily as she rested astride my mouth, I kept tonguing her, licking her wet lips until she began another series of tremors. This succession of orgasms lasted longer, and was more powerful, rippling through her lithe body as our audience cheered. On and on, they flowed, waves of passion that I kept stoking with my tongue. 




WVC Ch. 25: The Ladies Brunch



Finally, she was done, wearily lifting herself off my face. I caught my breath and realized that although Gayle was still pumping my trembling cock, the woman kneeling between my wide-open legs did not have her lips wrapped around my cockhead. She was simply stroking my inner thighs. Looking down my torso, I saw it was Sandra, smiling back at me, a mischievous glint in her pale blue eyes. 

My cock was leaking profusely, dribbling down over the back of Gayle's hand. She must be getting tired as she kept switching hands, always making sure that I stayed fully erect. When Sandra deliberately removed her hands from my upper thighs to retrieve a tube of lipstick from the floor, I was puzzled. She made a big show of liberally applying the dark red cream to her lips, smacking them audibly as she put the tube aside and leaned over me, looking down at my drooling cock as the bronzed hostess held me upright. 

"We're running out of room here, despite how big your dick is." 

Suddenly, I realized what she meant. Even though the dribbles of saliva, the oozing pre-cum and the constant jacking of my cock had obscured them, I could still three distinct rings of lipstick around my swollen shaft, the bright red that Gayle had originally left for all to see, the slightly darker brownish red that Gloria applied, and higher up, near the bloated cockhead, the intense pink that Kim had just deposited. This must be the rainbow that Gayle had referred to earlier, a rainbow of lipstick on my erect cock. 

Leaning close enough so I could feel her warm breath wash over my wet bulb, Sandra opened her mouth and flicked out her tongue, first just licking the rim of my straining cockhead, and then bathing it with her spit. I sighed as she stretched her dark red lips wide, swallowing the entire knob, twisting her head so that she spread as much of her lipstick on my quivering stalk as possible. With her mission accomplished, she pulled back until just the bloated bulb remained in her mouth. 

Resting her hands high on my inner thighs, she twirled her tongue around the glans, teasing me, playing with me as our hostess continued to post steadily up and down the shaft, careful not to rub off any more of the lipstick. I began to moan, thrusting my hips up off the bench to meet Gayle's pumping rhythm. As I approached the point of no return, Erika suddenly appeared and rested her hand lightly on the tanned brunette's shoulder, gently cautioning her. 

"I think he needs a break." 

The hostess hesitated. Sandra looked up with her mouth full of my throbbing cock, ready to follow whatever course of action that Gayle decided. 

"Okay, let him regain his composure. We don't want him to explode. Not yet, anyway." 

Grinning, she released her double fisted grip, watching my gaily colored hard-on bob up and down once Sandra let my cockhead pop out of her mouth. I wasn't sure what she meant by the last remark, but I didn't have much time to dwell on it. As the black haired woman stood up and stepped aside, Lorraine hovered nearby, looking like she wanted to take her place. Idly stroking her bared pussy, her fingers disappearing between the glistening lips, she asked. 

"Can I add another color in his rainbow?" 

Her question was directed to Erika, not to Gayle. My trainer smiled and nodded as the tall blonde edged between my open thighs. 

"Sure. Just don't suck him too long." 

"I'll be careful." 

She quickly knelt at my crotch, uncapped the tube of lipstick she carried and thoroughly painted her lips a frosty pink, a much lighter color than any of the other guests had deposited on my trembling cock. The brunette hostess was still kneeling beside the bench, and as Lorraine applied the pale cream, Gayle curled one hand around the base of my rigid hard-on, holding me upright for her. Grinning, the blonde wrapped her own fist over her friend's and leaned forward, opening her mouth. 

The pink tip of her tongue darted out and speared the gaping hole at the end, trying to force its way inside. After swirling all around the raised ridge, Lorraine returned to the gaping slit and lapped at the clear fluid oozing out. Lifting her head to make eye contact with me, she grinned as she swallowed my juice. In a voice low enough that only the three of us could hear, she whispered. 

"You taste just as good as my daughter said you would." 

My hostess looked startled. 

"What do you mean?" 

Ignoring the question, Lorraine ducked her head again, spread her mouth wide and sucked the purple bulb into her mouth, carefully closing her painted lips and smearing the lipstick around the rim of my bloated knob. Gayle squeezed and slowly stroked a short way up my throbbing pole, releasing me again as Lorraine pulled away, leaving her mark on me. Satisfied with her contribution, she stood up and looked down at my raging hard-on, now brightly adorned with five different shades of color. 

I sat up, not sure what I should do next. Once more, my trainer had a suggestion. 

"Bill, present yourself to each guest. Let them get a close look at your gaily decorated penis." 

As I stood up, I felt a little dizzy. Maybe the blood was being used below my waist and wasn't available to my brain. With my hard-on swinging wildly before me, I stumbled over to where Kim sat on the couch, demurely pressing her full thighs together. As I approached, she spread her knees to accommodate me, letting edge between them as she studied my jutting pole, pointing directly toward her pretty face. From somewhere behind me, Erika issued more instructions. 

"Assume the position." 

Obeying her, I shuffled my feet apart until my legs were pressing against her thighs. I clasped my hands on top of my head and shoved my hips forward, thrusting my throbbing erection out until the rounded cockhead almost brushed her lips. Suddenly, she seemed uncomfortable, unable to meet my gaze or even glance at my offered cock. While I was surprised by her reaction, I didn't have time to think about it as my trainer spoke up. 

"Why don't you move on to the next guest?" 

Obediently, I withdrew my lipstick smeared pole and took the two steps toward Angela, who was sitting on the other half of the couch. She had shed her cover-up but had recovered her bottoms, so that she sat wearing only a shiny gold string bikini. Her round breasts weren't particularly large, but they were full, spreading across her slim torso, lightly restrained by the tiny triangles. Her nipples were violently erect, sharp points crinkling the metallic cloth. 

She already had her legs spread, waiting for me. When I assumed the position and presented my trembling hard-on, she leaned closer, slipping her hand around the base of my shaft, holding me still so she could admire the festive adornment. 

"I think everyone has given you a shade of lipstick to wear but me." 

She glanced up as she squeezed the base of my stalk, pursing her lips. I hadn't noticed them before, but now I realized that they were dark brown with only a hint of red. 

"And I just applied a fresh coat, just for you." 

With that, she ducked her head and sucked the very end of my purple bulb between her lips. As she nursed on my cockhead, I felt her tongue flick the hole at the tip, prying it open, forcing her way inside. I squirmed in her grip as she reached behind me with her other hand and palmed my right ass cheek, holding me firmly in her mouth. As my breathing grew shallow and ragged, Erika appeared at my side. 

"Angela, let another guest examine him." 

Abruptly, she pulled her head back, still grasping me tightly around the shaft. 

"Oh. Certainly. I'm sure I'll have another chance to play with him later." 

Smiling up at me, she released my quivering cock so I could extricate myself from between her thighs. Turning toward Sandra and Gloria, I crossed to where they were snuggled together on the couch, my protruding pole waving proudly before me, now festooned with six different shades of lipstick, the latest a sharp contrast to the pale pink that Lorraine had given me, glistening wetly at the crown of my swollen bulb. 

As I approached, they spread their legs apart and pressed their knees together. With Sandra taking my hand, they guided me to straddle their thighs so I could present my swaying hard-on to both of them at the same time. Gloria still wore her lacy cover-up over the vivid pink bikini, and her black haired companion had tossed her caftan over the back of the couch, lounging in an electric blue string bikini. It was the first time that I'd had a chance to see her body. 

As I spread my legs, clasped my hands on top of my head and thrust my brightly adorned cock up toward them, Sandra leaned over, letting her full breasts sway on her slim chest, barely restrained by the narrow triangles of her bra cups. Circling the base of my stalk with her fist, she began to milk me, short steady strokes that went only part way up my thick stalk. I guess she didn't want to ruin the artwork. 

It didn't take long until drops of clear liquid started to bubble up from inside of me and leak from the gaping hole at the tip, coating the back of her hand and dribbling down my shaft. Smick, smick, smick -- the familiar sound echoed in the silence of the room. Gloria bent over, studying my rainbow cock as her friend kept pumping, her breath warm across the wet surface of my engorged bulb. 

"Oh my! He really does create a lot of fluid." 

As Sandra lifted my dripping cock, pointing it up toward the ceiling, her friend with the streaked blonde hair rubbed her thumb back and forth across the drooling slit, smearing the juice over the shiny skin. 

"I thought you were joking, Gayle. A guy with a big dick who leaks this much -" 

She shook her head as I started to drip on Sandra's thigh. As she continued to pump my hard-on, I began to thrust against her strokes, matching her steady rhythm. Erika cleared her throat as I started to pant. 

"I think that's enough for now, ladies. We want to save him so you can enjoy playing with him later." 

"You're right." 

The striking black haired woman released me while Gloria leaned back against the couch, her large nipples pulsing visibly beneath the thin nylon. I stood there for a minute, twitching and jerking as blood coursed through my raging erection. Having retrieved the bottom of her lounge suit, Gayle slid her hand around my shoulders and smiled, first at me, and then down at my throbbing hard-on. 

"Now that you have presented your oversized cock to all of my guests, go change into your next costume so you can attend to them as a cabana boy." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

With my decorated pole waving eagerly before me, I turned toward the French doors. The bronzed hostess grabbed my arm as she spoke over her shoulder. 

"Ladies, if you need some privacy to change into swim wear, the pool bath and the guest bedroom are available. Erika, if you will follow us --" 

Steering me by her firm grip, Gayle steered me back to the original changing room, lightly stroking my lower abdomen with her other hand as we walked together. Once inside, she kept caressing my stomach just above my swaying hard-on, waiting for my trainer to join us. She could barely contain her excitement. 

"You guys were great!" 

Gazing down at my quivering erection, she watched it pulse urgently as she continued. 

"And your cock is unbelievable. How do you keep from cumming?" 

Before I could respond, Erika entered the small room and answered for me. 

"He's becoming very well trained." 

"Whatever you're doing, it's working." 

Shaking her head in amazement, the tanned brunette finally halted her gentle stroking and turned to go. 

"I have to check on one of the guests, but I'll be back in a minute. Go ahead and change." 

Shutting the door behind her, Gayle finally left us alone. 

As my trainer rapidly stripped off the scanty maid's costume, I knew that this was my chance to tell her about the two mothers whose daughters had been at the pool party. But I got distracted, gawking at her gorgeous body as it came into view, the large reddish aureoles wrinkled with excitement, the prominent nipples rigid and wildly erect, crowning the high breasts that filled her chest. 

They swung heavily beneath her torso as she bent over, drawing the tiny G-string down her sleek legs all the way to the floor. Standing up and turning to face me, she reached behind her neck to unfasten the collar, slightly arching her back and thrusting those magnificent globes out toward me. When my brightly colored cock bobbed up and down in appreciation, she dropped her deep blue eyes below my waist and shook her head. 

"I'm flattered, Bill." 

Still eyeing my jutting hard-on, Erika removed the cuffs from her wrists. 

"With all these stunning women at this party, I surprised that you find me attractive enough to trigger such a reaction." 

I started to fumble for words, but made no effort to hide the swollen cock sticking out from between my thighs. 

"We don't have much time." 

"Erika, I need to tell you about Lorraine and Sandra." 

As she looked up at me, I thought I detected a note of alarm. 

"What about them?" 

"They know." 

"They know what?" 

She'd retrieved a pale blue bikini from her bag but held it motionless in front of her as she waited for my answer. 

"They both know about the pool party. You know, the one two weeks ago when I, uh --" 

"What did they say?" 

"They know everything. I guess their daughters told them. We're dead." 

Thoughtfully, she stepped into the bottoms and yanked them high in her hips, pulling the thin cloth so snug into her crotch that her plump lips were clearly outlined. 

"Maybe not." 

As she drew on the flimsy top, her rounded breasts swayed back and forth. In response, my adorned cock twitched again, jerking up toward the ceiling. Watching my rigid pole twitch and throb, she reached behind her back to fasten the clasp. 

"You remember that I said there would likely be some mothers here?" 

I nodded, sending my protruding hard-on into another series of eager gyrations. 

"And that there would be a Club alumna or two? Sandra happens to be both, a mother of one of the girls and a Club alumna." 

"How do you know that?" 

A smile played across her pretty features before she answered. 

"Let's just say that we've met before. Angela too." 

I just stared at her, my raging erection pulsing as it pointed out toward her. Resting her hands on her hips, she let me look and dropped her own gaze back between my thighs. The tiny triangles of pale blue nylon barely covered her nipples. The reddish crinkled edges peeked from both sides of the narrow strips of cloth as they struggled to contain the full globes spreading across her sleek chest. Down below, the miniscule sliver of blue between her firm thighs revealed more than it hid. The seam split her pussy lips apart, the shiny material molding to the plump curves. After a long moment, she sighed and continued. 

"You need to put that thing away. Get your swimsuit on." 

I didn't have much to discard. Quickly, I removed the wristbands and the collar as Erika stood watching. Setting them on the small table, I looked down at the colorful rings of lipstick circling my stalk, still bobbing enthusiastically. 

"Should I wash these off?" 

Before my trainer could reply, the door swung wide and Gayle entered, an incredulous look on her tanned face. 

"What are you two doing in here? You're taking forever, and the guests are waiting." 

She glared at me, her eyes involuntarily dropping to fasten on my trembling hard-on. 

"Is that what you're wearing?" 

I flushed and started to answer when she swung her gaze toward Erika. 

"At least you're ready. I've set out the next round of drinks, champagne cocktails this time. Please take them out on the deck." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

We both watched the bikini clad brunette exit, her full chest jiggling inside the over matched bra cups. Once she departed, Gayle locked the door and turned back to me. She'd changed her white silk lounging suit for a metallic purple bikini, not quite as tiny as Erika's, but close. Rigid nipples puckered the shiny material. 

"What's your problem?" 

I started to explain my dilemma when she cut me off with a wicked giggle, lowering her brown eyes to my twitching cock. 

"I mean, I can see what one problem is. Why were you taking so long?" 

"I didn't know if I should take this off?" 

As I gesturing down toward my gaily decorated erection, she sauntered toward me. 

"What? The lipstick?" 

I caught my breath as she let her fingertips glide over the taut surface of my straining cockhead. 

"Uh, yes Ma'am." 

"I think it's kind of cute, but it may get in the way this afternoon. Follow me." 

She really didn't give me a choice as she curled her fingers around the thick shaft just below my engorged bulb and pulled me after her. Opening a door that I thought led to a closet, she revealed a small bath and drew me inside. Without releasing her grip, she turned on the faucet in the sink and retrieved a hand cloth. 

"Don't you resent the fact that your girlfriend can cum and you can't?" 

As she began to wash off the lipstick, I responded. 

"She's not my girlfriend." 

"Whatever." 

Sinking to her knees, the older woman glanced up at me as she thoroughly removed all trace of the bold colors from my swollen stalk. 

"Don't you think it's unfair?" 

"Well, it is so I can join this uh, this secret club." 

Tossing the dirty cloth into the sink, she kept stroking my slippery hard-on as she looked up at me. 

"But is it fair?" 

I hesitated. She wrapped both hands around my cockshaft and continued to pump me, waiting for my reply. 

"Well, no. I guess not." 

"I don't think it's fair either." 

Finally breaking her stare, she lowered her eyes back to my captured pole, studying the rounded end of my engorged cockhead. 

"I think we have just enough time." 

And then she spread her lips and swallowed the entire bulb. Jacking me into her sucking mouth, she picked up the pace, bobbing her head up and down to match her steady rhythm. It was clear she wasn't just teasing me. 

"Wait a minute! I'm not supposed to ejaculate." 

Pulling her head back so she could talk, she continued to post up and down the full length of my hard-on, using both fists. Inside the bra cups, I could see the upper swells of her breasts jiggling with her vigorous movement. 

"I could tell from the rainbow game that it's going to be next to impossible for you to get through the rest of the afternoon without exploding. And rather than doing it in front of everyone, I thought that I could help you relieve the pressure now, in private, so you can make a good show in front of your girlfriend, and my guests.' 

She was shrewd, and her thinking made sense. At least it did to my other head. She was staring at the slit at the very tip of my bloated knob, watching it yawn open. Lifting her gaze as she leaned close, she stuck out her tongue and tentatively lapped at it, tasting the single drop that seeped out. 

"So what's it going to be, young man?" 

The kneeling woman swirled her tongue all around the rim, teasing me. 

"I won't tell anyone, especially not your girlfriend." 

I started to protest but she cut me off. 

"I know, she's not your girlfriend.' 

Ducking her head, she wrapped her lips around the purplish bulb, her cheeks billowing in and out as she began to suck in earnest. And then she stopped, squeezing the base of my throbbing shaft as she looked back up at me, a twinkle in her eye. 

"I need to hear you say it." 

Slowly, I nodded my head. 

"Say it!" 

"Ma'am, would you please let me ejaculate?" 

My voice sounded meeker than I really wanted, but it must have satisfied her. She grinned. 




WVC Ch. 25: The Ladies Brunch



"Of course you may. And I will be delighted to suck your big cock until you explode in my mouth." 

Tight in her double fisted grip, my rigid pole surged higher. As she bent to her task, she resumed pumping me, but with more determination. Taking the engorged cockhead back between her lips, she bobbed up and down, slurping with wild abandon. Releasing one hand, she reached around behind me to grab my butt, squeezing it firmly before slipping her fingers into the deep valley between my cheeks. 

I was panting now, my hips responding to her frantic rhythm, shoving my dripping hard-on in and out of her mouth. As her fingers found my crinkled hole, I caught my breath. Even though I was anticipating her next move, the violent force she used to jam her forefinger inside my ass took me by surprise. I cried out, threw my head back and erupted between her suctioning lips. 

She didn't flinch, eagerly drinking down the flood that I gave her. When the sheer volume overwhelmed her, she kept sucking, the excess cream spilling from the sides of her mouth, dribbling down her chin, dripping onto the tiled floor. And still I kept cumming, spurt after spurt into her relentless mouth as it vacuumed my cock, jerking between her lips. Gasping for air, I realized my thighs were starting to tremble. 

Yanking her finger out of my butt, she wrapped both hands around my shuddering shaft, milking the last drops of my juice into her insistent mouth. Finally, I was empty and she let my reddened bulb slip from between her lips. As she ran her pink tongue across her chin, licking at the residual discharge I'd left there, she smiled up at me. 

"My goodness! You certainly needed that." 

I said nothing, steadying myself by resting my hand on the doorknob. My knees felt really weak. She squeezed my thickened stalk at the base and gave me a long, slow stroke, milking out a final drop. As it perched precariously on the gaping hole of my cockslit, Gayle flicked out her tongue and lapped up the pearly liquid. She tried again, squeezing and stroking but my spent cock yielded nothing. Still not satisfied, she sucked my reddened knob back into her mouth and posted up and down once more. 

Finally, she gave up and let my slowly wilting hard-on fall from her lips. Reaching between my thighs, she cradled my balls, rolling them lightly in the palm of her hand. She stopped and cupped them, lifting them up as if she were weighing them. 

"They still feel full and bloated." 

Leaning forward as she held my softening cock high and out of the way, she planted a soft kiss on each rounded sphere. 

"But that will have to do for now." 

Releasing her grip, she stood up and checked her appearance in the mirror. Wiping a drop from her upper chest, she grinned at my reflection as she popped her finger into her mouth, making a show of sucking it for me. 

"You really are tasty." 

Turning around, she leaned back onto the countertop and glanced down at my crotch. Thick and heavy, my cock pointed back toward her, twitching under her direct gaze as it gradually relaxed. 

"What are you going to wear while you're serving my guests poolside?" 

"Uh, I brought my swimsuit." 

Her eyes were glittering as she glanced back up at me. 

"Anything else?" 

"Yes, Ma'am. Uh, a ring. A black rubber one." 

"Then put it on." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Returning to the small room with my still swollen pole swaying before me, I rummaged in my bag to retrieve the cock ring. Conscious of her eyes on me, I pulled the black rubber out and slipped it first around my balls, and then I squeezed my thickened shaft through the rubber so that it circled both my cock and balls, nestling tightly against my lower abdomen. 

"Show me." 

Turning to face her, I felt the blood reverse and start to flow back into my cock, the stalk filling under her direct gaze and beginning to stretch out and up. Watching it thicken and grow, twitching as it rose from between my thighs, she nodded approvingly. 

"Perfect. Now the swimsuit." 

Reaching back into the bag, I pulled out the white nylon. With my swelling pole swinging between my thighs, I stepped into the tiny G-string and drew it up my legs, cupping my tightly bound balls to set them in the bottom of the pouch. Stretching the flimsy material, I arranged my expanding cock as best I could. The weight of my shaft pressed the thin cloth out away from me, and as I settled it on my hips, I glanced down at the protruding bulge. I didn't remember the suit being this loose and stretched out. 

Peering closer, I realized that not only was the large purplish head clearly visible through the nearly sheer nylon, but the pulsing veins that lined my cockshaft were quite obvious. Even the dark hole at the tip of my rounded bulb could be seen. I didn't remember it being this transparent either. 

The tanned brunette sauntered over and reached down to caress the prominent lump, smiling broadly as she stroked me through the gauzy nylon. 

"The ladies will love you in this. I was concerned that emptying your balls might cause you to appear umm, -- less enthusiastic." 

Gayle and I both watched as she curled her fingers around my knob, tracing the ridge that circled it. Feeling it jerk under her touch, she gripped the swollen stalk through the white cloth and grinned up at me. 

"I guess I shouldn't have worried. With that ring and your rapid recovery, no one will ever know that you just came." 

With a final squeeze, she let me go and unlocked the door. 

"Wait a minute, and then join me in the kitchen." 

And then she was gone. As she directed, I waited before exiting the room. Walking down the hall, I was very conscious of my distended cock wobbling in the loose pouch but no one saw me. They must all be outside. 

Gayle had her back turned toward me as I walked into the expansive kitchen. Before I could speak, Erika came back in from the pool. Wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, she looked stunning with the skimpy bikini, her full breasts jigging with each step. It must be hot outside. I could see beads of perspiration had collected in the deep valley of her chest. Dabbing at the moisture on her upper lip, she started to say something when Gayle turned around. 

"There you are. I'd begun to wonder if you'd gotten lost. Or maybe one of the guests had appropriated you for a private session." 

Retrieving a pair of sunglasses similar to the ones Erika wore, she handed them to me and gestured at the two trays of fresh mimosas she had waiting on the counter. 

'These are ready to go, one for each of you." 

Turned slightly away from Erika, the bronzed hostess winked at me and deliberately dropped her gaze, staring pointedly at the prominent bulge in my suit. 

"My goodness! Doesn't that thing ever go down?" 

My face was burning as I slid the sunglasses on and picked up the nearest tray, heading toward the pool. Grabbing her own tray, my trainer caught up with me just before we stepped through the wide doors that opened out onto the enormous deck that surrounded the glittering water. 

"You all right?" 

"I'm fine." 

"I thought she might be proving difficult to put off." 

"No, she just wanted to help." 

"I'll bet she did." 

Although the tray obscured my own view of the jutting pouch of my suit, I could feel it bob and sway. Knowing that anyone who peeked under my tray would get an eyeful, I took a deep breath, I surveyed the guests and stepped out into the brilliant sunlight. 

Sandra and Gloria were lying on a pair of lounge chairs to one side of the sparkling pool, both face down and soaking up the sun. Lorraine was on her back on the other, motionless and wearing sunglasses. Angela was next to her, sitting up and rubbing sun lotion on her arms and shoulders. Kim was nowhere to be seen. Beside me, Erika called out to the guests. 

"Who's ready for another mimosa?" 

Angela had seen us emerge from the interior of the house so she replied immediately. 

"I'll take one." 

I was nearest so I started toward her as the two on the other side rolled over. Both had untied their bikini tops. Gloria made a halfhearted effort to cover her chest but the black haired woman didn't bother, her full globes swaying heavily as she propped herself up. I caught a glimpse of her large reddish nipples crinkled and erect as Erika moved toward them. 

As I approached the seated Angela, I could feel her eyes on me through the dark glasses she wore. Lorraine roused herself, rising up onto her elbows so she could watch too. Standing at the foot of her deck chair, I bent slightly at the waist, offering the tanned brunette the mimosas. She made me wait, leaning sideways to peer under the tray I extended, making certain that I knew she was ogling my crotch. Finally, she took a glass. 

"That's a marvelous swimsuit. It makes your dick look huge." 

Immediately, I felt my face flush as Lorraine giggled. Somehow, I managed to stammer. 

"Umm, thank you." 

Taking a sip from her glass, Angela gazed down between my thighs, staring directly at the twitching pouch. 

"How big are you?" 

I was speechless, staring wide-eyed back at the shapely brunette in the gold string bikini as she took another taste of the cocktail. Beet red, I heard her ask again 

"So, how big is your dick?" 

Swallowing, I finally managed to mumble. 

"Umm, a little over eight inches, Ma'am." 

"Really?" 

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Gayle emerge from the house and head toward us. I cleared my throat and went on. 

"Ah, actually, it's really closer to nine." 

Lorraine sat up, swinging her long legs off the lounge chair so she could retrieve a glass from my tray. 

"I believe it. His cock looks enormous in that tiny thong, even bigger than I remember from this morning.' 

Holding her glass aside, the slim blonde leaned closer to get a better look at the front of my distended suit. Eyeing the throbbing bulge, she sipped the cold beverage. 

"Are you wearing something under that swim suit, young man?" 

I hesitated, and then sensing the hostess hovering right next to me, I nodded. 

"Something that enhances your big cock?" 

"Yes Ma'am. A ring." 

Sliding her arms around my shoulder, Gayle pressed her firm breasts into my side and explained. 

"It's a cock ring, made of black rubber. It's designed to lift and display his balls. And to keep his oversized dick hard and erect." 

"If it's supposed to display the boy's equipment, why isn't he displaying it?" 

I didn't have an answer for that, and neither did Gayle. Rubbing against me to make sure that I knew her nipples were rigid with excitement, she turned to me, a gleam in her eye. 

"Lorraine has a very good question, doesn't she?" 

I nodded, feeling the bulge inside my skimpy suit bob in agreement. Behind their dark sunglasses, the two seated women sipped their drinks, watching the animated show under my tray. 

"Here, let me hold that." 

Uncertain of my next step, I allowed the bronzed hostess to relieve me of the silver tray and stood there waiting. 

"Well, go ahead. Pull your suit down and show the ladies your display ring." 

Feeling the heat rising in my face, I nervously hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband, took a deep breath, and tugged the flimsy nylon partway down my thighs. My stiff cock swung free, the waistband just under my tightly bound balls, lifting them high into the air. I swallowed and glanced down. Jerking and twitching, my hard-on refused to come to a stop, swaying back and forth as it jutted out toward the two on the lounge chairs. No one said a word as they studied the thick veins pulse eagerly along the sides of the bloated shaft, watching the dark red bulb quiver in the bright sunlight, examining the single eye as it gaped open. 

Holding her drink in one hand, Angela reached out, lightly running her fingertip around the high ridge that crowned my cockhead. I shivered as she caressed the taut surface of rounded knob, teasing the shiny skin. And when she rubbed her thumb back and forth across the slit, coaxing it to spread wide, I caught my breath. 

"Why don't you assume the position, Bill?" 

Since I had been so focused on what the seated brunette was doing between my thighs, I hadn't noticed that Erika had joined us. Mumbling my assent, I shuffled my feet apart and clasped my hands together on top of my head. I glanced sideways at her and my trainer gave me an approving nod, still carrying her own tray. 

With her fingers still playing with my engorged bulb, Angela drained her glass and set it on Erika's tray. Now that she had both hands free, she scooted to the end of the deck chair, getting closer to me so she could curl them around the width of my stalk. Keeping her green eyes centered on the yawning cockslit, she started to post up and down, squeezing and stroking, setting a steady rhythm as she licked her lips. 

Reaching between my open legs and avoiding the tanned brunette's pumping fists, Lorraine cupped my balls, weighing them in her palm of one hand. After rolling them ever so gently, she grasped the taut sac and lifted it higher. Leaning closer, the pale blonde peered intently at my balls, using the fingers of her other hand to trace the black rubber that firmly gripped them. Without raising her eyes, she asked. 

"Doesn't that hurt?" 

"No, Ma'am." 

Angela's steady stroking was beginning to have an effect, and I began to match her pace, panting as I thrust my hips against her firm grasp. 

"Really?" 

"Yea, Ma'am. It actually feels kind of good." 

Still fondling my balls, she watched as her friend continued to jack my hard-on. From across the deck, I heard one of the women call out to Erika. 

"Oh, cabana girl! We have need of your services!" 

And then giggles. I guess the champagne was also beginning to have an effect. With a meaningful look at me, my trainer answered without turning. 

"I'm coming." 

"If not now, you will be!" 

Amid another round of giggles, she leaned close to whisper in my ear. 

"Remember, no ejaculating." 

Gayle had straddled my hip, and I could feel the heat from her crotch on my bare skin as she lazily rubbed her stiffened nipples back and forth, making certain I felt how aroused she was. I could the grin in her voice as she reassured Erika. 

"Don't worry, honey. I'll take full responsibility to save him for you. Rest assured, he's in good hands." 

That tickled the two women who were fondling my hard-on, and both chortled as my trainer turned to go. Trying not to be too obvious, I peeked out from under my upraised arms to admire the way Erika's firm ass cheeks revolved atop her muscular legs, striding across the deck to serve Sandra and Gloria. Recapturing my attention, Gayle ran her fingertip down the side of my face. As she began to undulate her slim hips against mine, she whispered in my ear. 

"See? She can't tell either. No one can tell that your big cock just exploded in my mouth." 

As my breathing grew shallow, I looked at her. The gleam in her eyes was still there. 

"And it should be easier to resist all this stimulation." 

"Is he leaking yet?" 

In response to her blonde friend's question, Angela abruptly stopped her double fisted pumping and held my swollen bulb high, gazing down the open cockhole, checking for any sign of precum. She shook her head at Lorraine and resumed pumping, trying to get my juice flowing. At this rate, it wouldn't take long. 

Gazing down at the seated women as they stroked and fondled me, the tanned brunette nestled her hot pussy against my hip and cupped my butt, squeezing firmly she humped me. 

"Your cock looks magnificent with that ring." 

Indeed, the amount of blood trapped by the rubber made my hard-on look bigger than I ever remembered it. The heavy veins, thick and full, pulsed energetically as they carried the blood up to the engorged head. Dark purple and towering over the bloated stalk, it looked like it was about to burst in Angela's tight grip. I was breathing heavily, fighting to maintain control as Lorraine leaned against her friend, leaning over to peer down into the open slit. Her warm breath washed over the taut surface as she exclaimed triumphantly. 

"Here it is!" 

Immediately, Angela squeezed my shaft and pointed it up toward the blue sky. Perched on the lip of my cockhole, a single drop sparkled in the brilliant sunlight. While cradling my balls with one hand, Lorraine pushed her sunglasses on top of her pale hair with the other. 

"Angie, hold his dick still. I want to taste him." 

As it throbbed urgently in her hands, the green-eyed brunette tried to hold me motionless for Lorraine. Wetting her lips, she leaned over my trembling pole and extended a pink tongue toward the gaping slit. I held my breath as she flicked at the tip, lapping up the solitary drop. Quickly swallowing it, the blonde swirled her wet tongue all around the straining knob, bathing the skin with her saliva. Pausing momentarily to open her mouth, she stretched her lips wide and swallowed the entire bulb, slurping audibly as she began to bob up and down. 

With both hands tight around the base of my shaft, Angela began to squeeze and stroke, squeeze and stroke, slowly jacking my throbbing cock into Loraine's voracious mouth. It was no surprise that with the two of them working on me, I rapidly approached the point of no return. I thought that Gayle might step in and stop them, but she just rested her head on my chest while she humped my leg. 

Glancing over my shoulder, I looked to see if Erika was anywhere nearby, hoping she would come to my rescue, but she was on her knees, her head firmly wedged between Gloria's spread thighs. Sandra was kneeling beside them, having shoved aside the skimpy bottom of my trainer's bikini, her busy fingers working in and out of Erika's crotch. No help there. 

Just when I thought I was going to lose it and tumble over the edge, Gayle surprised me. Disentangling herself from me, the bronzed hostess gently rested one hand one Angela's wrist and the other on Lorraine's shoulder. Although she was smiling sweetly, she was firm with her guests, 

"That's enough, ladies. As much as I'd like to let you continue and bring this big cock of his to a roaring climax, I can't. I promised. Now let him go." 

Reluctantly, they both released me, leaning back to watch my roaring erection jerk and quiver, forlornly reaching for the resistance necessary to climax. Big drops of clear liquid bubbled up out of the open cockhole, dribbling down the underside of my pulsing shaft to drip into a pool spreading on the wooden deck between my feet. Patting me affectionately on my bare ass, she continued to stare down at my drooling hard-on. 

"Young man, I'm worried about Kim. I haven't seen her all afternoon, since everyone went to change." 

She cleared her throat, and finally lifted her gaze to my face, her brown eyes hidden behind the sunglasses. 

"I want you to find her, and make sure she's all right." 

"Yes Ma'am." 

Contemplating my jutting cock, she added. 

"And put that away." 

Nodding, I tucked my bloated pole back inside the flimsy suit. The force of my erection stretched the elastic waistband out away from my lower abdomen. Looking down, I could see into the basket. Circled by the tight black rubber, the base of my shaft was clearly visible. With the distended pouch sticking out before me, bouncing freely with each step, I started toward the house. Gayle called out after me. 

"Be nice to her." 

Once inside, I had to take off the sunglasses. It took a while for my eyes to readjust to the relative darkness. Kim was nowhere in sight, either in the sun room or the kitchen, so I headed toward the front of the house, calling out to her. Nothing. She wasn't in any of the social gathering areas there either, so I turned toward another wing where I supposed the bedrooms were.