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Hobson's Choice Ch. 02

By: Alan D



Saturday, May 11, 7:30 am 

I slept OK, I guess, but how deep a sleep can you get with two naked teenagers in your bed, particularly as they were waiting for you to respond to their frequent touches, kisses and caresses. Actually, my prick woke up before I did. It was nestled in a warm soft place and liked it. I opened one eye and looked into the top of Alya's curly head. Her taut ass was snuggled into me, - a hand between her thighs had a gentle grip on my cock, holding it nestled against her pussy while she rubbed herself along its rapidly growing length and girth. I glanced behind me for Sandy, but then I saw her head on the other side of Alya, busy kissing and sucking on Alya's perky nipple. She looked up at me, let go of the nipple and gave me a bright smile, with a hint of mischief.

"We got too impatient to wait for you to wake up," she said, "so I came over on this side."

"We have just been doing some warm-ups," said Alya, turning her head to look back at me. The hand on my prick gave me a little squeeze, then wandered up to fondle the curly pussy for a bit. I could feel the fingers slip along the slit, dipping in for some moisture before sliding back caressing both pussy and dick with the same motion. Alya held up her hands, - "Look Pa – No hands," she giggled. 

The hand wormed under my balls for a tickle. "Sandy, you little minx!" I said in a mock stern voice. "Didn't you get enough of him yesterday and last night?" 

"NEVER!" she exclaimed, looking at me defiantly. I gave up, reached around to hold Alya's breasts, and the two of us just laid there, snuggled together under the cover, enjoying the attention from Sandy's busy little hand.

"John's gone! And his bed is cold, - he must have been up for hours." Karen and Alex had burst into the bedroom. 

"About 5 minutes, actually," laughed Sandy, looking up from the covers, "but if we take our time, it might be hours." Karen noticed me first and her face took on a strange expression; 'a soft smile, tinged with envy', is the closest description I could get. 

"I see," said Alex in an unhappy voice, looking over Karen's shoulder, "It's like that, is it?" 

Sandy jumped out of bed, stark naked, ran to Alex and put her arms around her. "Don't be mad, Alex," she pleaded, - "it's just... She trailed off, knowing there was no explanation that would satisfy these two. 

I got up too. "Look," I said, but before I could finish the sentence, they all did just that. My dick made a fine sight, bobbing in the morning air. Alex's expression softened. "Don't you just love it?" she said with a little laugh. The crisis seemed to be over. 

"Let's get some breakfast," I said, "and then we'll talk about what to do about everything." Alya pouted, feeling cheated once again, but she didn't have a hope of getting her way.

I got dressed in my bathrobe, brushed my teeth and went into the big room. The girls were dressed and had started making breakfast. Everything seemed back to normal, and I felt a great relief. I didn't want to hurt any of these precious girls, and I couldn't see how I could avoid it, if we kept going with the sexual tension of the past 12 hours. Superman might have been able to, but not a mere mortal like me. I had a cup of coffee while the girls got everything ready. It was shaping up to a hearty meal, bacon, eggs, hash browns, beans, toast, OJ, fruit, - good thing I was well stocked up. I did notice that Karen was wearing one of my t-shirts again, instead of her own top. She noticed me looking. "Mine's dirty," she explained with a commendable economy of words. 

"What have you got on under that bathrobe?" asked Alya suddenly. 

I was taken aback and a little flustered. "Eh, - actually, - nothing," I admitted sheepishly, but I'll go get dressed now." 

"No No!" came the chorus from the girls, - "we have made a new rule for this place, - no underwear!" I jumped to attention, mentally and physically. 

"And may I remind you that you are still obliged to follow our rules?" said Alex sternly, but with a smile in her voice. 

I relaxed and laughed. "I'll regret that promise yet," I said, "although I admit it hasn't been a real problem up to now". I did try for a sneak peek up Alex's shorts, but I couldn't tell if she was following the rule herself. On balance I would bet on it though.

Breakfast was great! We chatted away about this that and everything, - carefully avoiding any mention of the night before. I knew they were on the same cheerleading squad, from Austin, Texas, as it turned out. "You're a long way from home," I said. "What are you doing all the way up here in Minnesota?" 

"We have three weeks until we need to be back at our own college cheerleading camp," said Sandy, "and we come from different places, so we decided to take this trip together. There's this cheerleading camp in Canada, that teaches some really cool stuff that we wanted to learn and bring back to our squad. We'll be there for 10 days, then we have to start driving back, - oh – I forgot about the car." Her face fell.

"Let's not talk about that yet," I said quickly, let's just eat out breakfast and get to know each other a bit better. They relaxed again, and the conversation flowed once more. 

Alya tuned out to have a Jamaican mother. "Ya mon," she said with a grin, as she told me. "That's how come I have this great tan all year. Don't you love it?" She ran her hands down over her breasts, pulling open the neckline of her top and showing off the beautiful soft creamy-brown skin on her neck and upper chest. 

"Oh yes, I do," I responded sincerely. "You are very lovely." 

She laughed again, her bubbly personality evident. "And when I am on TV, I'll be famous!" 

"Is that what you want to do," I asked, my interest showing. 

"Not as an actress, I guess, but I am very interested in the media, and TV is where it's at, I think." She had obviously thought about it, and her mind was made up. 

"How about you, Karen," I asked. "Are you going to be famous, too?" 

"Yep, - youngest female CEO in the country, that's me in a few years!" she said. "I have been talking a lot with my dad, and worked in his company since I was 12, so I know what it takes and how hard it will be, - but I know I can do it!" 

"What kind of business are you interested in," I asked interestedly. This was unexpected from a cheerleader.

"I guess it really doesn't matter," she replied, "as long as it is something I can enjoy." 

I nodded agreement. "You've got that right. There are few things more important than finding a job you really enjoy, money can't make up for a boring or just bad job. You will need to get along with people as well. You may think you can do what you want when you're the boss, but the most important thing is to be a leader! Be someone that people want to follow, the person with the ideas and the clearest sense of where to go."

She nodded thoughtfully. "I'll keep that in mind," she said. "I have to make it to the top on my own as well, no one just gives it to you. I wouldn't want anything just given to me anyway," she said with such determination that I had to smile. 

"Just don't take yourself too seriously," I said. "You have to be able to laugh at yourself as well." 

She smiled back. "I'll get plenty of chances to do that, I guess."

"What business were you in, John," asked Alex. 

"Well, - I was very lucky," I said. "I pretty much fell into it. I was president of the computer club in High School and did a lot of work with the school computer setup and network and things. Then this big company was recruiting interns, and had me come work for them while I went to College. I got more and more interested in networking, and I had some ideas. But I didn't want the big company to just get the benefits, so I quit and formed my own company." 

"Wait a minute," said Karen. "It's not that easy. You can't just take with you the work you did for the company and form your own. It's their intellectual property, you know. And where did you get finance and legal representation and design and production facilities and all that stuff?"

"Whoa girl," I said. "My dad helped me find the right contacts, which was a big help, but I sold the thing to the investors all on my own. I used the same legal firm that my dad did, but paid for all of it myself with the investment money. The design was all in my head, and yes, miss know-it-all, it was MY intellectual property. I did none of the work on it on company time, and used none of their ideas for my own work, – they were lagging behind anyway. Most of what I learned there was what not to do, but they paid me well and gave me the opportunity, so I was thankful for that." 

"Wow, that's quite a story," said Karen enviously. "I don't think that's the way for me, I am not an engineer, I am more interested in marketing and sales." 

"Good way to go," I replied. "Lots of opportunities in sales and marketing, and a good way to the top. That, legal and finance are the three most common CEO backgrounds, you know. Technical comes a long way behind."

"So what happened to your company," asked Karen, clearly fascinated with my story. 

"Well, - it took us a couple of years, but we came up with a good product in the broadband networking field. We made and sold a fair few, but we didn't have a lot of money exactly. Most of our wealth was in equity, which you can't buy a cup of coffee with, but we did manage to pay back most of the investment and expand a little. We offered our people future stock options and a modest salary, so we got people who were willing to invest of themselves and believed in the business. We went public, and were paper millionaires overnight. 

"The whole Internet thing cooled down quite a bit, but the company did OK, even if our share prices dropped with everyone else. Then Cisco came out of the blue and offered us a deal we just couldn't refuse, even if it hurt to give up our baby to the big guy. So now I am doing what I feel like, but I still keep in touch with the industry, and Cisco has me on a consultancy contract, so I can work as little or as much as I want." 

"Wait a minute," said Karen. "What was the name of your company?" 

I laughed. "Well, - we were young and nerdy and full of ourselves, so we called it Lightning. Kinda dumb, but we were stuck with it when we started to get a reputation."

"Lightning?" Karen asked incredulously. "You owned Lightning?! They had a great product! My dad said his company ought to buy you guys, but I don't think they were ready to fight Cisco at that price. He said you had more good stuff coming out, too. I guess Cisco has all that now?"

"Not all of it," I said. "A few of us guys still tinker with some of the things we didn't give Cisco. What company does you father work for, anyway? I'm surprised you have even heard of us."

"Broadlink," she replied. 

I whistled. "No shit? – pardon my French, - does he really? What is his job, maybe I could get him interested in some of what we're working on." 

Sandy and Alex giggled. "Oh," said Sandy, "he's just the Chairman of the Board."

"You're Karen Phelps?" I said, equally surprised. "George Phelps is your dad? Well, - you should not have any problem getting into business with that background. Now I understand your comment about earning your way. Good for you. Don't be too proud to accept his help, though!"

Karen smiled, -"Oh wow, Lightning, - wait till Dad hears about this. He won't worry about the car then, that's for sure." The girls all lit up at that comment, I guessed it had been on their minds.

"That reminds me," I said. "We'd better take a look at the car and get all your stuff. The weather is good, and we can carry it back here in no time." 

"Can I borrow your shorts again, John," asked Sandy, "I don't want to get these pants dirty. 

I gave her a dirty grin, - we both remembered what she had done the night before. "Fine by me," I said. A quick change, and off we trundled, through the woods. The car looked a bit forlorn, sitting under the tree, but an inspection shower remarkably little damage. A few dents, one broken mirror and a broken headlight. "You were lucky," I said. "A few yards either way and you would have hit either those boulders or the trunk of that tree head on. As it is, your biggest problem is getting the car pulled out. It is well and truly stuck on those rocks. You may have some undercarriage damage too, we won't know until we get it out. And – as I told you, that won't be until Monday at the earliest. – But let's get your stuff, then we can go back to the cabin and figure out what to do."

Saturday, May 11, 10:00 am 

Everything had been brought back, I had had my shower, the girls had changed clothes and all was as well as could be under the circumstances. Interestingly, only Alex had her own skirt on, the others were back in my shorts again. "Oh-Oh," I thought to myself, - "Another interesting day." Karen still wore my t-shirt, Alex wore a tight-fitting, low-cut top and Alya wore a loose cut-off t-shirt, ending just below her breasts. Sandy took the prize; she had somehow stitched together the neckline of the t-shirt she had ripped the night before, but not the rips themselves, and her fabulous breasts were back doing their peekaboo trick. My shorts were suddenly inadequate, considering I had no underwear on, and I just knew I would be watched carefully the whole day. A very interesting day indeed!

"Here's what I think, girls," I said. "You need to tell them at the camp that you will be late, and you should tell your folks what has happened and where you are, so they don't find out from the camp. They need to hear it from you and to know you're OK.' 

"I agree," said Sandy. 

"You're right," said Karen. "I might as well tell dad and get it over with." 

I nodded. "I can take you to a motel later, or to the bus stop where you can get transportation if you want, or you can have someone come and pick you up, - I'll give them directions." 

"Better than Sandy's," quipped Alya. 

"Oh drop it Alya," said Alex. "I didn't notice you having any better ideas where we were." 

They looked at each other. "Do we have to leave," Sandy and Alex said, almost in unison. 

"I don't want to go to a stupid motel," said Alya. 

"Me neither," said Karen wistfully. "Can't we just stay here?" 

I laughed. "OK with me, but your parents may have other ideas about the whole thing. I think I might, in their situation. It's one thing to accept emergency shelter overnight; - Having four nubile young ladies stay with a dirty old man voluntarily is something else entirely."

"So if it's OK with them, it's OK with you?" Alya again, straight to the point as usual. 

"Well, sure, - you should know that by now. But you also know that I'm not all that safe, soooo..." 

They laughed. "Safe enough," said Sandy, "and you will follow our rules, so we should be OK."

Karen shrugged and grabbed the telephone. "Well, - lets get it over with. I'll call first; it's my car and my accident. 'Hello, Elizabeth, it's Karen. Can I talk to my dad? It's kinda important.' – OK, I'll hold. 

"Dad, - it's Karen, - no we're not at the camp yet, we got as far as Minnesota. Yes, we're fine, but Dad, - I had a little accident... yes, we're fine, really - no - no one is hurt, Dad are you listening to me?!! Well, the car looks ok, but we can't get it towed until Monday at the earliest, and I didn't want you to call camp and just find out we weren't there. The others will be calling their parents as well. I don't know if we can drive it, we won't find out until someone can get a good look underneath, and we need to get a new headlight, but it looks fine. 

"Yes, Dad, - I'm telling you we're all fine. We stayed with this guy last night, - no Dad, - listen. We are way out in the boonies, and he was very nice and offered to put us up, because there's nowhere around to go. – Well' he's about 30 some, I guess, and he's semi-retired. You might know him actually. John Hobson, - yeah, the guy from Lightning, - I told him you would remember. And Dad, he said you might want to talk to him about some things that they never sold Cisco. – Dad, Dad, he's just a nice guy who helped us out in a pinch, OK? - Dad, -- Dad!! —Oh hell, Dad, I'll call you back when you are ready to listen to me." 

She hung up and made a face. "I guess I blew that one," she said unhappily. 

"You did fine," I said, "but you have to understand that he is worried about you. First the news of the accident, and then the news about staying with a strange man in the middle of the woods, - he's just worried because he loves you. Call him back, and let him talk."

She sighed. "I know, - but he can be so impossible sometimes, he could at least have listened." 

"Now I know where you got that from," said Alya. "Sounds just like you sometimes. Go on, call him back."

Karen reached for the phone just as it rang. I picked it up. "This is John," I said. 

"Do you have my daughter there?" said a worried voice in my ear. 'You must be George Phelps," I said, "and how did you get this number so fast?"

"Well," he said, some humour returning to his voice, "I don't have a networking company for nothing. I would like to talk to you, but can I talk to her first, please?" 

I handed Karen the phone. "Dad, - I'm sorry I hung...Yes Dad, I love you too, but don't worry about us OK, We're fine, and John is a very nice man who has been a perfect gentleman, always doing what we asked him." She made a face and shook her head at Alya when she let out a small giggle. "Yes, Dad, - yes Dad, you're right, but it really wasn't my fault, this animal just appeared out of nowhere. – Well, we were a bit lost actually, we didn't mean to go so far off the beaten track."

She put her hand over the phone and smiled. "He's calming down," she whispered. "Yes Dad. Well, we could do that, but the car won't get out until Monday at the earliest, because we need Sam's big tow truck from all the way over in Lawrence, and Sam can't come until Monday, because he's off with his missus this weekend." She laughed. "Yes, it is funny, but that's how it is up here in the woods, you know. John has offered to take us to a motel, or to a bus station, but he is prepared to put us up here until we get the car out. He has plenty of room, and he doesn't mind, really. 

"Yes Dad, I understand, but there are four of us here, and we're not exactly helpless. – Yes Dad. - Yes, but Dad, - it's got to be a hundred miles to the nearest place, and it's bound to be a fleapit full of local hooligans, - yes I know I'm exaggerating, but what makes you think it's safer than right here, with someone you know? – OK, someone you know of, then, but still..." She smiled and handed me the phone. "He wants to talk to you." 

"Yes George, what can I do for you?" 

His voice sounded cautious over the line. "So you are prepared to put up with those four for a few days, are you, John?"

"Yes," I said simply. "They won't be any trouble, - and I don't remember when I last had such a good breakfast. 

"Look, George," I said. "I am a man of my word, and I promise I will take good care of them and not let them come to any harm. I have already agreed to let them set the rules, - after all, I am not used to having four beautiful girls in the house, but I'm pretty flexible and I'm sure we won't get in each others' way for just the few days until the car is ready". 

"I guess I trust you not to hurt them or let them get into trouble, and they are good girls, no doubt about that," he said, "but I am just as worried about them hurting you. Even one of them is a handful, and when they are all here they take over the house. I am banished to my office." 

"I'm prepared to risk it, George, if you are," I said. "It will be fun, actually, to have so much energy around the place." 


Hobson's Choice Ch. 02



"OK, if you say so," he replied. "Let them stay. I'll call the other parents, give them your phone number and explain the situation. Maybe with my endorsement you won't have to go through this grilling again. Be prepared for some calls in quick order, though. They also love their daughters, you know". 

"No problem," I said. "I'll let the girls answer the phone for a while. Let them do the talking." He didn't seem convinced that it would work, but he couldn't argue with the approach. 

"Now, John, while I have you on the line, what is this my daughter tells me about your new product line? Are you back in business, and what can I do to get a look at what you have going on?"

"Let's set something up, George, in a week or so. I'll have the last details wrapped up then, and we can see if there's a match for your needs. I'll call you on the 22nd, a week from Monday. OK?"

"I'll come to you," he said, "just say the word. Are you talking to anyone else?"

"Not yet," I said, "but I suspect there are some others that might be interested." 

"If it's anything as good as the Lightning, I dare say you're right," he said, "but give me a chance first, OK?"

"OK, George," I laughed, and we hung up, each of us very satisfied with the outcome.

"Men!" said Sandy and shook her head. "He went from a concerned parent to a greedy tycoon in a heartbeat, didn't he?" 

"No, Sandy, that's not true," said Karen. "It's just that he knows John's reputation, and after he had talked to him, he was OK with it. And you can't blame him for wanting to pick up on the best tip he has had in a long time." She turned to me. "My dad is going to call the others, did I get that right?" Karen asked. I nodded. "That's cool," she said, "he'll make them listen and agree. He is very persuasive when he wants something." 

"We'll see," I replied. "You girls can answer the phone and deal with your parents. I'll talk to them if they really want to, but I am sure you girls can deal with it." Of course the phone rang, and of course Sandy's mom wanted to hear everything from me. She kept saying, "Yes that's what George said." 

The same thing happened with Alex's dad. Only Alya's mother was satisfied with talking to her daughter. "She learned to trust my instincts a long time ago," explained Alya. Finally, the deal was done, and everyone took a deep breath. 

Saturday, May 11, 11:30 am 

The girls were very happy, and came to hug me, all at once. "I want a proper kiss," said Alya. "If you don't know how, I'll show you." I kissed her. She made a face. "'I meant a real kiss," she said, and proceeded to show me how. Her tongue was busy duelling with mine and she applied a toe-curling combination of soft lip pressure and suction at the same time. I reacted instantly, dragging her to me and giving it some serious attention. She moulded her body to mine and moaned into my mouth. She noticed my dick getting interested and ground her hips into mine, feeling every inch of its hardness against her tummy. 

We came up for breath. "Better," she nodded with a smug look, but her rapid breathing gave her away. She had felt it too, that's for sure. 

"Me too, me too, me too." 

"Girls, girls! Let's not get into the me too routine, it makes me feel like a bowl of ice cream and four kids." They had to laugh, and quietened down. "That's better," I said. "I am ready to kiss you now. Line up here." 

"Yes daddy," said Karen, and drew in a quick breath as she realized what she had said. 

I smiled at her. "Oh yeah, I'll show you 'daddy'." That kiss was just as fantastic, and gave my growing erection a nice little boost. Alex came for hers, and I moved my hands under her skirt to her naked ass as I held her tight and kissed her. She squeezed back and looked disappointed when it was over. Sandy flowed into my arms, making sure her breasts were free from the t-shirt and stabbing me in the chest. She also breathed quicker when we separated. 

"That was nice," said Alex, "and we have two more days of this, right?" 

"We sure do," said Karen, "but John, - you were skirting awfully close to the truth when you made those promises to my father, weren't you? I was so scared you would promise not to touch us, because you would either be lying or we'd go back to being nice proper girls and back on with the underwear. I know you wouldn't break your promise and I hated the alternative. It would have ruined everything."

"He is very clever, our John," said Alex, smiling. "He sounded so sincere and yet he was sneaking peeks at our breasts while he was sweet-talking your dad, and went right back to our bodies after he had hung up." 

"I was sincere," I protested. "I meant everything I said, and I suspect your father understood more than you give him credit for, Karen. I even sensed a little envy when I said that thing about having four beautiful girls in the house." She blushed (again). 

"Do you really think he knew what we had been doing? – and still agreed that we could stay?"

"Not exactly what we had been doing, but I think he understands about men and women and that things can happen, and that you are very beautiful and I am only a man, - and who knows. But he does trust you and he does trust me to show some common sense and not to do anything you will be ashamed of and regret afterwards."

They were thoughtful and silent for a while. "Actually," said Alex hesitatingly, "now that you say that, I got some of that from my dad as well. Like he was wishing me well, somehow and that he loved me. Wow!" 

Sandy nodded thoughtfully. "Yeees," she said slowly. "Yeees." 

"So now that we have that settled, what's for lunch," I said brightly, breaking the serious mood. 

"Me!" said Alya. "Please John, can I be your lunch?" 

I couldn't have resisted her on my own, but I looked questioningly at the other girls. "Any thoughts on the menu, girls? Does that sound good to you? I don't want anyone to be hurt or feel left out..." 

"I just wish I had thought of it first," said Karen reluctantly, "but I know how Alya feels. Besides she missed out this morning, and I know she was disappointed. You go enjoy your lunch. We'll manage in here."

With a happy grin and a flush of excitement, Alya grabbed my hand and dragged me back in the bedroom, closing the door. "You're not backing out this time," she said in a serious but playful voice. "I have wanted this so bad, ever since last night." She slipped off her top and shorts and stood there naked, glowing with the healthy energy of the young. 

"Come on," she said impatiently, lying down on the bed. "Let's do it." 

I just stood there. "I'm all yours," I said, "but you have to unwrap your own lunch." She lit up like a Christmas tree and scurried out of the bed again. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off, planting little kisses on my chest as she went downwards. She grabbed my belt and pulled me to her, then sank to her knees and unbuckled it. 

"Easy does it," I said. "He scares quickly." She nodded, suddenly serious. She slid her hand up under my shorts, grasped my balls with a soft touch and fondled them, before moving her hand to my stiff dick. With her other hand she unzipped my shorts slowly and gently, carefully keeping my dick away from the fabric and the zipper. As they fell to the floor, she kissed my dick softly and took it in her mouth. 

Sucking and fondling, she abandoned herself to the worship. Little noises communicated her excitement. I started to feel the sap rise, and stopped her. 

"Not so fast," I said gently and lifted her up. She was light as a feather in my arms as I laid her on top of the bed. She looked me uncertainly. I sensed some tension, and just held her and kissed and fondled her while she calmed down and started responding again. 

"Are you a virgin, Alya," I asked, not sure about where to take this, and remembering what Sandy had said. She shook her head. "No, I have had sex before, but it wasn't very good. What we did yesterday was waaaay better." He was rough and too fast and it hurt like hell. I have been too afraid to try it again, and to be honest; there hasn't been anyone I wanted to do it with either. Not until yesterday. I really wanted to do it yesterday."

"And today?" I asked. 

"Yes, today too," she smiled. "Will you show me how to do it right, please John? I'm on the pill, so there's nothing to worry about with that."

I kissed her, "Let's just take it as it comes," I said and started kissing my way down her neck and shoulders. Soon she was writhing on the bed, and grasping for my head and pulling me downwards. I moved to her breasts and sucked hard on her dark, hard nipples. She curved her back up to meet me, gasping and moaning. I added my hands to the play, starting on her thighs, slowly working my way between her legs. 

As soon as my hand made contact with her curly bush, she came. She shook all over, and bit her lips trying to keep quiet. "Let it out," I whispered. "It doesn't matter if they can hear you. They know what's going on. You didn't worry about that yesterday." 

"They were right there yesterday," she protested, "not listening at the door." I had to smile; there was a certain twisted logic in it. 

I went back to her breast again, gently nibbling at her nipples with my teeth, careful not to bite down. "Aaahh," she moaned, "they are so sensitive. I feel every touch right down to my pussy." My hands were on the move again, stroking and fondling, and burrowing into the spreading and secreting lips of her pussy. She pushed against my hand again and again, humping as if making love for real. I kissed down her stomach and blew gently on her red and hard clitoris, standing like a lighthouse beacon in her black curly thatch. I kissed it, and she came again, grabbing my head. 

"Come inside me, please!" she pleaded. "I need you inside me!" I continued to kiss her pussy, and pushed a finger deep inside. 

She was very tight, but the plentiful lubrication helped. She tensed a bit, but relaxed again as the discomfort went away. "Please," she pleaded again. "Make love to me!" I smeared some of my pre-cum on my steel hard dick and put it at her entrance. She reached and held herself open, then pushed her hips up against me, forcing me inside.

She gasped, and froze. "You are so big," she explained. "I don't know if this will work." Actually, I wasn't too sure myself; She was not a big girl, and she was very tight. I was careful not to cause her pain, so I moved very slowly and gently, pushed in a little, then withdrew some, before moving forward again. Little by little she opened up, and began responding again, coming back at me in the motions and helping me move inward. 

"Its so good," she panted. "Do it harder, I can take it." But I kept up the slow gentle rhythm, easing my way in almost imperceptibly. Along the way she came again, noisier and happier this time. 

I kept going without a letup, slowly and gently, in, out, in some more. My prick felt the firm grip of her pussy walls as a hot soft glove and I balanced precariously on the knife's edge a few times. Somehow I managed to hold back and kept going, slowly, in the same steady deliberate rhythm. 

"You're driving me crazy," she hissed. "Fuck me, dammit. Just fuck me!" I ignored her pleas, and kept going. It was becoming much easier to move in her, and I increased the stroke, still keeping the same slow pace. She moved with me, getting into longer strokes and more vigorous action. I was till not all the way in when I felt myself hitting bottom. 

"Aiii," she said. "Easy! You're too big, I knew it." 

"There's more," I said teasingly, and kept on stroking. She came again; her orgasms were coming more quickly. 

"You're fucking me to death," she gasped, "please don't stop." 

I was just about all the way in now, and started stroking faster, little by little. With each stroke she rose to meet me, giving herself up to her body's needs and desires, not thinking, just one big bundle of erotic tension. She didn't care that I was hitting bottom any more, she just grunted with every stroke. I couldn't hold it any more; her intensity and the long build-up had me going for real. As I finally burst in her she went over the top as well, in a great cry of joy and ecstasy. No doubt they could hear her in Texas, let alone in the next room. 

I wasn't silent either, venting my intense feelings in something incoherent. I kept coming, and she responded to each spurt with a spasm of her own. We kept moving gently as we both came down to earth, - prolonging the sweet intensity as much as we could, not wanting the moment to end. She held me tightly and whispered my name. "John? Is it always this good with you?" 

"No, it's not," I said truthfully. "This one was special." 

"Good!" she said, reminding me suddenly of Sandy in her tone of complete satisfaction. 

"Are you still hungry," - Sandy said from the door, "or have you had enough to eat?" 

"Don't be cheeky," I said. 

"You should talk," quipped Alex, peering past Sandy at my bare ass in the air. 

"That was quite something," added Karen. "We knew exactly how many times you enjoyed that Alya, and we knew when it was over, that's for sure. So we gave you a few more minutes, but now it's time for real lunch. We waited for you." My dick was still not completely soft, and Alya still had me in a tight grip. I had to give it some effort, and I pulled out of Alya with an audible plop, making Alya wince and Sandy grin. 

"You two need a wash," said Sandy. "We can do that, - just stay there, and don't get any of that on the sheets." We lay there side by side while Sandy and Alex got the washcloths and towels. 

Karen knelt by the bed, looking at us both with big eyes. "I envy you, Alya," she said wistfully. "It must have been incredible. Can I have some of that too?" Without waiting for an answer, she gave my dick a kiss, then leaned over and scooped some of my cum from Alya's cunt and brought it too her mouth. "Mmmm, still tastes good. You do too, Alya!" She lay down on my stomach and kissed Alya's pussy, licking up my cum, mixed with Alya's. 

Alya lifted her head and looked down at Karen, stunned. "Karen?" she said uncertainly. "Do you..." She left the sentence unfinished, laid her head back and closed her eyes. I could feel her pulse beating faster again. 

Karen was into it now, licking and sucking and probing deep with her tongue. "Mmmmm." I reached down, pulled up Karen's t-shirt and felt her huge breasts caressing my dick, which showed new signs of life with this unexpected development. Karen moved one hand to my balls while she kept licking Alya.

"You can't leave them alone for a second," laughed Sandy when they came back and found us in that position. "But Karen?" She was as stunned as the rest of us. Alya moaned and started meeting Karen with small thrusts again, building to another climax. 

I reached down further, found Karen's ass under the wide shorts, and tickled her asshole. I licked my finger and probed gently. Karen stiffened and came. So did Alya, with another uncontrollable groan. "God!" said Alex. "I can't deal with this any more". She lifted her skirt and moved her hand to her pussy. 

"Let me," said Sandy, moving her hand to Alex's moist slit. Alex tore open Sandy's shorts and reached for her pussy in return. Heads thrown back, they masturbated each other furiously for almost a minute, then collapsed in orgasm, side by side. 

They slowly got back up, kissed each other and remembered the washing. "We all need a wash," I said. "How about a shower?" 

"I wonder how many that shower holds," mused Alya. "Let's find out..." We wandered into the bathroom, feeling pretty loose and comfortable with each other. Those of us that had any clothes on dropped them on the floor with no further ado, and we took stock of the shower stall. "I think it will hold us," said Karen dubiously, "but it will be very cosy. Let's give it a try." 

We were crowding in when I had a sudden thought. "Hold it," I said. "We need one of us to get the water temperature right before we all get in there, That first bit of water will be a real shock if we're all there and can't get out of the way." 

"Good point, John! You do it!" Why was I not surprised?

With the warm water streaming down, we jockeyed for position under the twin showerheads. It worked pretty well, but we had to get close. No one seemed to mind, and we all rubbed out slick bodies together in a big group grope. I grabbed the shampoo and started on Alya's hair. She hummed and lent against my chest as I lathered and massaged her hair and scalp. "That's so nice, where did you learn to do that?"

"Oh, I have had good teachers for many things." 

"Why don't you show me what you have learned about washing someone? That way we get two for one." 

"What about us?" came a plaintive voice. 

"Why don't you wash each other? It's a lot more fun than washing yourselves."

"I guess, - but we want to wash you!" 

"Yeah, and you wash us!"

"Girls, girls, - I am sure we can work this out. With the organizational talent and cooperation I have seen so far, this should be a piece of cake." I could literally see them thinking, frowning in concentration. 

"I think you would need to be in the middle," Sandy said in the end, "and the four of us around you." 

"Good start," I said approvingly. "Then what?" 

"We could all get to you then," said Alex thoughtfully, "but we would just be fighting about who gets the good bits." 

"Yes, and you couldn't reach all of us. – Unless we moved around!" – Karen suddenly cheered up. "We could move around you and take turns." 

"How about he moves around," said Alya, as if I was just an object to be managed. "We stand around him; he turns around. We wash the side that is in front of us and he washes whoever is in front of him."

I had to laugh. "There's nothing simple any more, I guess – but what the heck, let's give it a shot. Everyone got a bar of soap?" I went to the middle, the girls crowded in around me. So far, so good. We began the circular washing cycle. Karen was in front of me, and she grinned as she started, going directly for my dick. I was a bit too apprehensive to have a hard-on, but it had just that almost-erection that thickened it and offered some resistance to bending. 

It felt good, and I enthusiastically attacked Karen's breasts, kneading and pinching while I sent my soapy hands gliding over the hefty globes. I made sure I let a fingertip or a nail catch just an edge of her nipples as I caressed and washed them, and they stiffened quickly. I let one hand drift down and onto her pussy, teasing her clit gently as I washed. The other girls had a go at their allocated side, but they all started in the same general area of my body, so it got crowded with hands there. 

My ass was washed and my hips, with the hands from the sides wandering off limits and warring with the others. I let it ride for now, and enjoyed snuggling up to Karen and the feel of the eight tits and four slippery bodies rubbing against me, all over. Behind me, Sandy made a determined assault on my ass. Her soapy hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and went exploring down the widening crack. I am a sucker for having my ass caressed, and Sandy was getting me back for last night. 

Alya's hand was also on my ass. She felt what Sandy was doing, and joined in. helping to keep the cheeks apart while Sandy's finger went lower and found my sensitive rectum. Gently, she probed and the tip of her finger slipped inside. Alya's fingers came down to feel what was going on, and helped tickle around the opening and down under my balls. Sandy probed deeper. Karen could tell something was going on; - my dick was jerking and my hands tightened on her breasts.

I gave Karen a long, deep kiss, which she returned with excited fervour. Then I let go of her pussy and magnificent breasts and made a quarter turn. I looked into Alex's flushed face. She kissed me and started going for my dick as well, only to find that Karen hadn't let go. Alex frowned, but decided not to make scene, and just joined in washing my dick. 




Hobson's Choice Ch. 02



"What's good for the goose..." I thought to myself and went for Alex's breasts as well. 

I felt their warm, wet bodies pressing against me while their hands were touching my dick and my ass. Their breasts were digging into my body from all sides, and although it didn't seem possible, I was acutely aware of them all at the same time. I loved them all, and each set was perfect in its way, but I had to admit to myself that Alex's breasts were closest to my ideal. I loved lifting them gently and moving them around, they were so full and heavy, but still not sagging, just hanging on her chest instead of sticking out. 

Alex put one hand around my neck and kissed me, - a deep passionate kiss, her tongue seeking mine, as we stood pressed together. I found room between us to get my hand down, down to her pussy lips and teased her little nubbin gently as well, making her shudder. I felt Sandy's finger leave my ass, to be replaced by another. Alya was a quick learner, and had her finger buried deep in my ass while Sandy continued paying attention to the rest of my backside. 

Alex broke the kiss, smiled and let me go, as I made another quarter turn. 

Sandy also kissed me as soon as she was facing me, - her lips were incredibly soft as her tongue teased my mouth. The she grinned and turned around, grinding her ass into my stiff dick, still held by Alex. Karen had finally given up on my cock and had joined with Alya on my ass, getting her own lesson in rectal invasion. It didn't take her long to evict Alya and claim my ass for her own, sliding her finger in and out, finger-fucking me gently. 

Alex pushed my dick down and guided it underneath Sandy's firm ass, tucking it into the wet furrow underneath. I could feel her use her fingers to open Sandy's slit while she held my dick. I bent my knees slightly and Alex placed my cock head at Sandy's pussy opening. Sandy lifted her body on tiptoes and arched her back, giving me easier access to her opening. I pushed gently and started sliding in, but Alex pulled me back out again

"Nah-ah," she whispered in my ear. "Naught, naughty! Sandy had her turn. There are two others to take care of first. Stay on the outside, or I'll pull you back up again." Her clever hand stayed in place monitoring my behaviour. It was frustrating, but funny too. I smiled at her and nodded. 

I reached around and grabbed Sandy's firm breasts from behind. She gave a deep moan of satisfaction and stopped wiggling and trying to get my cock back in her pussy. I soaped in her big breasts and gave them a vigorous washing, paying special attention to her tight little nipples. She reached behind her, slid her hands between the tight bodies and held me around the waist, pulling us even closer together. I moved one hand down her body to her pussy, twirling her fine curls in my finger and probing for her clit. She jerked as I touched it and squeezed me harder. 

Impatient for her turn, Alya had reached around my front and was burrowing in between my groin and Sandy's ass. She followed my dick down and underneath Sandy, and finding Alex's hand there, she pushed Alex's fingers off my dick and took over the job. 

"Don't let him get inside," mouthed Alex, and Alya nodded, with a wicked grin. Reluctantly, I gave up my grip on Sandy's firm body and turned again. Alya smiled at me as she extricated my dick from between Sandy's legs. She pulled my head down and kissed me as well, every bit as passionately as the rest, her soft lips mashed against mine. Then she let go and turned around, and still holding my prick, moved her hand down between her legs as she also tiptoed and arched her back. But Sandy was vigilant, and quickly reached down to join the fray, keeping me out of Alya's still wet and memorable pussy. She wasn't going to let one slip by when she had to wait.

Behind me, I could feel Karen grab Alex's hand and lead it between the cheeks of my ass, letting Alex feel the finger still fucking my ass. She pulled her own finger out and put Alex's at the opening. Alex hesitated, but Karen took her hand and pushed. Alex briefly resisted, but then started pushing her finger inside me. Karen pulled it outwards and pushed it back in again, and Alex got the message. She took over as Karen withdrew. I reached around for Alya's breasts as well, and grabbed her hard nipples. I pinched hard and Alya responded. Once again, I moved one hand to fondle a warm willing pussy.

"Girls," I said. "I guess some parts of me are now VERY clean, as are some parts of you, let's get the rest done as well, shall we? Same process, but doing the whole body this time." We started again. It was still a very interesting shower, particularly as I knelt down to wash their legs and made use of the opportunity for using my mouth. Each pussy got kissed and at my direction, each asshole as well, as I made them bend over to give me access. 

They too took the opportunity when they got down to do my legs. Thankfully it gradually became less intense, as we slowly relaxed under the cascading warm water. Finally, it started to run cool, and we quickly turned the shower off. We towelled each other dry, adding some more enjoyment to the day. "Now I REALLY need some food," I said. 

Saturday, May 11, 1:00 pm 

We sat around the table, eating with great appetite. None of us had bothered to put any clothes back on, and it felt amazingly natural. My dick twitched a little from time to time, as one or the other stretched for something, or inadvertently touched themselves. Every now and then I would get a quick glance as well, to see if I was still relaxed or getting interested once again. But no one did anything overtly sexy, and the meal passed amicably. 

I learned quite a bit more about the girls as they chatted away about college and their friends. They were remarkably open with each other, unafraid to say exactly what they thought, and yet not taking offence. They were clearly very close friends and had a lot of respect and love for each other. One thing that surprised me was how critical they were of boys, and none of them seemed to have a boyfriend. "Aren't you a little rough on these boys?" I asked. "I think you expect too much of them." 

They turned on me as one. "Rough on them!? They are all dorks! They always try to get us to have sex, and it's like we're trophies or something, another tick in the yearbook. It's disgusting!"

I laughed. "It's not that easy to be a young man either, you know. Your hormones are raging, and your sex-drive is at its lifetime peak. You want to know and try everything, but don't know how to go about it. Your friends all pretend that they have all the experience in the world and you are the only one who hasn't got laid, so it becomes the only thing you think about after a while."

"But all they care about is themselves, and they are so crude and rough!" 

"I guess cheerleaders still hang out with the football team, right?"

"Well- yeah, but not only with them." 

"I wouldn't expect the football players to be the most caring, sensitive group around; being tough and hard is drummed into them from day one, and that whole scene reeks of male hormones and old stereotype gender roles." 

It felt odd to have a serious discussion with four naked teenage girls. Their bodies teased me unconsciously, even if their minds were on the subject of discussion. I didn't complain! "You mean like they believe that's how boys, - eh, men are supposed to be," Karen said. 

"You bet! - Who is going to teach them something else? Do you girls ever talk to them about what you like in a relationship?" 

They had become very quiet and thoughtful. "Well, - yes, - sometimes," said Sandy a little uncertainly, - "but they don't listen and they don't want to talk about it, so we're back to the old push and shove again." 

"How do you tell them?" I asked. "Do you ask them how they feel about this stuff and sound like you really want to have a reasonable talk about it, or do you get mad and blame them for being such idiots and not caring about you?" 

They looked at each other, not very comfortable with the turn of the discussion. Alex got defensive. "Well, do you blame us for getting mad, when they behave like that?" 

"No, I understand your reaction," I said, - "but it won't help the situation, and both parties suffer from it. After all, you both want the same thing," 

"What!?!" Alex objected. 

"I haven't noticed any aversion to some good healthy sex in any of you," I countered. "It's just that you want more than just wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, a tick in the black book and then finding your name on the bathroom wall. Boys do too, you know, but they need help getting there, because they aren't taught that by anyone, certainly not in the football team. Next time, don't get mad, boys don't like getting grief. Have some patience and keep letting them know, but be nice about it. Give them a kiss when you say it and smile and tell them you like them, but... You'll be surprised at how quickly they'll get the message"'. 

"So how did you learn all this, John? Were you just as bad?" 

"Well, I wasn't much of a jock so I didn't start with quite that attitude. But I met a very smart woman, six years older than me, and she put me straight in no time. We had a great relationship for three years, parted the best of friends, and I still see her now and then."

"She was a good teacher," said Alya. "And she must have been very experienced." 

"Actually we learned a lot together," I said, smiling at find memories. "Once I got the idea, I learned lots of things every time I was with a woman. Everyone is different, and all have something to teach me."

"So what did you learn from us, then?" asked Karen, with a glint in her eye. 

"I have never been with four girls at the same time before," I said. "I have had a couple of threesomes, but even if they were very exciting, they weren't all that successful, because some form of competition and jealousy always snuck in there and made me uncomfortable. But you girls are such good friends and trust each other and care for each other enough that you actually enjoy seeing one of your friends get pleasure in your presence. 

"I am VERY impressed, and some of your sharing techniques have been innovative, to say the least." My dick gave an involuntary twitch when I thought about the things we had done, and it wasn't lost on the girls.

They all smiled with satisfaction, and nodded their heads. "You're right, we haven't minded sharing at all," said Karen, "but we're not always like that, it's just that you're so patient and accommodating, we know it will be our turn, and we have been getting our own pleasure too, you know, even if only Sandy and Alya have had their 'real turn' yet."

Sandy turned to Karen in surprise. "How did you know I had – eh – had my turn," she asked a little uncertainly."

"You made enough noise to wake an elephant' laughed Alex. There was no question you hit the high note." 

"And I thought I was so quiet." 

"Yeah, right!"

"But we didn't, I mean, I am still, - eh - a virgin," Sandy said, and the eyebrows shot up around the table. 

"No way!" said Alya. "I heard you, and I saw you afterwards. You had been well and truly fucked, my girl. Don't give me that." 

"Well, - kinda," said Sandy. 

"OK, genius," said Alya, "how can you be 'kinda' fucked and still be a virgin?" 

Sandy squirmed a bit. "Eh, - he didn't fuck my pussy," she said in a low voice. 

"You mean, - he fucked you in the ass?" asked Alya. "That's ... that's.. wild!" 

"Didn't it hurt? Why did you do it that way? Did you like it?" The girls all spoke at once.

It was uncomfortable at first," said Sandy, feeling a little more at ease with the discussion. "But John was so gentle and careful, and it was really hot in the end. I came like nobody's business." 

"Yeah, we all knew that, but it must have been John who wanted to do it that way, right?"

"Yes it was. - I was ready to do the thing, but he didn't want to, -said I should take my time and be really sure and find someone really special." 

"That is sooo sweet," said Alex. 

"Yes, but I really wanted it to be him, protested Sandy. "I just know it would have been awesome."

I wanted to explain why I didn't think it was right, but I also felt they understood, even Sandy, so I kept quiet. The girls were quietly thoughtful for a change. "What about us, then?" said Alex, - speaking for herself and Karen. "Are you going to fuck us in the ass, too?"

"Whatever you would like to do," I replied, "but why don't we find that out if or when we get to that point. There's nothing that says we have to do anything. I'll let you take the lead, then we'll see, OK?" 

"OK," said Karen briskly. "When do we start?"

"Let's leave the subject alone for a while and let things develop naturally? I don't enjoy it when it's all planned and laid out, like a script." I smiled and stood up. "Do you guys want to see the rest of the place?" They jumped up, a little relieved to get off the topic, it seemed. 

"Let's go!"

"I'd love to...."

Saturday, May 11, 3:00 pm 

It was a nice sunny day, but still too cool to go touring stark naked, so we got back into our by now 'normal' attire, Shorts (mine), skirt (Alex), tops (including Sandy's ripped one), and of course, - no underwear. Interestingly, things became more erotic as we got dressed, - the mind is a funny thing! I took them on the short tour, a 3-mile hike around the homestead. They ooh'ed and ah'ed at the fields, the well, the old hay barn, the chicken coop, the lake and the dock, the little sailboat, - even the old privy. 

"This is a big property you have here', said Alya. Not by Texas standards, I would guess," I replied, "but if you count the 2000 acres of woods as well, I guess it adds up."

"We're not going to walk around all of that, too, are we?!"

"No, I'll spare you that trip," I said, - "but maybe tomorrow..."

Walking with them was fun; they were alive and interested in everything. Walking behind them was even more interesting, particularly up steps and ladders. I took the opportunity to get my hand up their shorts legs every now and then, which always brought the climbing to a stop, so they could let me have a good feel. With Alex in her skirt it was even easier to get a feel, and of course she would flash me at every opportunity, flipping up her skirt in the back or the front to give me a good view. Being in front was nice too, as I found out when Alya reached up my shorts leg and copped a feel. I loved the playing, and so did the girls. I had a half a hard-on the whole time, and the pussies were always nice and moist. 

It was cooling down again, so we headed back inside. "Any more wine in the house, John?"

"Only 300 bottles or so," I laughed. "What would you like? How about some bubbly?" Judging from their pleased expressions it was a popular choice, so we started on the bubbly. We spent the afternoon and early evening chatting, playing cards, reading and just enjoying each other's company. It felt incredibly comfortable, like we were old friends. We lit the fire as the light faded and it started getting cold outside, and soon it was cosy and warm inside, with light from the flames flickering over the walls and the bodies inside. 

We made and ate a simple meal, - no one was very hungry. The wine and the activities of the day were starting to take their toll. Each of us dozed on and off, until we decided it was time to hit the sack. I got a long kiss from each of the girls, but no one made a move to initiate anything more, somewhat to my disappointment. They went to the bedrooms and I went to the couch, quietly waited for sleep to come and get me. 

Saturday, May 11, 11:30 pm 

Instead it was Karen who came and got me. Just as I had decided that I was going to get a good night's uninterrupted sleep, she came on tiptoes, bent over me and kissed me lightly. "Hello, Sailor," she whispered. "What's a girl to do to get some attention around here?" I reached up and pulled her down on the couch, and kissed her, demonstrating that her approach had worked. She kissed me back, and then got back up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up. 

"Come on," she said, "our bed is much more comfortable." – Where had I heard that before? 

"What about Alex," I whispered. 

"It was her idea," said Karen. "She hated the idea of listening to us enjoying ourselves in the other room." 

Hand-in-hand we wandered into the guest bedroom. Alex was buried under the covers, - with just her eyes and the top of her head peeking out. Karen pulled the cover off and pushed me into the bed almost on top of Alex, and then dropped in after me, covering us all back up again. 

"I know how you feel about taking someone's cherry," said Karen, "and we love you for being so concerned about how we feel."

"Yes, it's very sweet," added Alex, "but we have discussed it and we both want you to be the first. We can't imagine anyone else who we would trust to make this a special occasion. I know we'll remember this only with joy and love and caring." 

"That's how I feel, too," said Karen. "I know you won't be rough and ignorant, and leave us with just pain and disappointment, - well I mean, - I know there will be pain, but that's not what I'll remember ... Will you do that for us, please, John?" 

I kissed them both gently. "I would be honoured to be your first, I said, and I know I will always remember this. I do want to talk about birth control first, though. None of us want any unexpected pregnancy, right?"

"I'm on the pill," they both said simultaneously, then laughed. 

"My mom thought it would be the right thing to do. She said two years ago that I was getting to the age when anything could happen."

"Mine too," said Alex. "I wonder if they talked? I guess that's why they were OK with us staying here, huh."

"Parents aren't always so dumb, you know," I chipped in. 

"We couldn't figure out how to do this," said Karen. "We both wanted to be together when it happened, but we know we can't actually do it at the same time, and we really don't mind who's first, so what do you think we should do? Do you mind if we do this together? You haven't seemed to mind before, so...?" They both looked at me a little uncertainly. 

I smiled tenderly. "Maybe there is a way...." 

"Why don't you lie down side by side," I said gently, taking our covers off and climbing out of bed. They were still young, of course, but they were every bit a woman, both of them, with generous hips, large firm breasts and soft lips. They were so beautiful lying there, close together, holding hands, - with such conflicting emotions on their faces. Love, uncertainty, caring for each other...one after another the expressions passed across their faces. 

I got on the bed, kneeling down over them with one knee between each pair of legs. I bent over them and kissed them in order. Their free hand came up to hold my head and pull me close, one from each side. I kissed them some more, going from gentle pecks to more lingering kisses, still soft, but introducing some tentative tongue duels. Their joined hands suddenly came up from between them and took hold of my rampant dick. 

"Nicely nicely, girls," I said softly. "Don't be rough and don't be impatient. We have lots of time."

They loosened their grips, but continued to stroke the whole length, with exquisite softness. I moaned a little, - it was oh so nice. My arms were getting tired, so I lowered myself until I was resting equally on both their bodies. Their breasts made wonderful cushions, soft, yet firm, and with hardening nipples like bullets against my skin. The kissing continued, all three heads in constant contact, until we were locked in a three-way kiss. Our lips and tongues were moving from one mouth to the other, in every combination, getting more and more insistent, until I had to come up for air. 




Hobson's Choice Ch. 02



"Wow!" said Alex, catching her breath. "You have some great ideas, John." 

I sat up again, and kissed Karen's right breast, nipping her nipple and sucking it deep in my mouth. She gasped. "Aaaahhh, I feel that all the way through my body!" 

I switched to Alex's left breast, right next to Karen's, giving it the same treatment. "Ooohh!" Same reaction. Back to Karen, other breast this time, then Alex, switching back and forth, the girls lifting their breasts to my mouth when they knew their turn was coming. Alex reached over and caressed Karen's breast, Karen returned the favour. They turned slightly towards each other, but still giving me access. Now I felt breasts in the back of my head as I kissed the other.

The girls were starting to breathe heavier, as was I. I was still maintaining control, but it was getting harder to do, as the girls had not stopped caressing my dick the whole time. "OK, ladies, you need to give him a break now, or you know what is going to happen." 

They giggled happily, and protested half-heartedly, but they stopped moving their hands, even if they didn't let go. I was fine with this compromise, their hands still felt great, and it gave me some time to simmer down. My arms were getting tired again, and I sat up. 

"Let's switch," said Karen. "John, you lie down, and we'll be on top." That wasn't a bad idea either, - the girls sat astride one leg each, their breasts sticking out proudly from their chests, just in perfect reach of my hands. I wasted no time to start holding and squeezing them, tweaking their nipples and fondling their heavy full globes as they hung down over my face. We kissed again, - long triple kisses which slowly and steadily excited us all. 

Their now moist pussies were rubbing against my thighs. Obviously enjoying it, the girls increased the rubbing, - up and down my leg, their juices flowing over my legs. I reached down and inserted a finger under each pussy, conveniently putting me right on their stiffening little nubbins. It was fascinating to see them react in tandem, almost as puppets on the same string. Their chests and faces flushed and their breathing became more ragged. 

"Oh GOD! I have never been so horny," gasped Karen, unable to bear it any more in silence. "I need you to fuck me right now!" 

"Yes, John, - now – PLEASE – we need it now!" (Alex). 

"Lie back down again," I said, "and relax. There is lots of time and we're going to do this right!" 

They lay down on their backs again, and I spread their legs, lifting Karen's leg so it was lying across Alex' stomach. Their two pussies were looking at me, side by side; Karen's neatly trimmed auburn bush, contrasting excitingly with Alex's russet arrow. Both sets of lips were open, showing the deep pink interior, and each with a red clitoris standing to attention, - so different, and yet so familiar somehow. 

I let my hand start exploring Karen, while I put my lips to Alex's bush, kissing and sucking her outer lips, while letting my tongue explore her depth. She bucked, clenching her teeth and gasping for air. "Oh John! Yes, Yes, - ohmygod, ohmygod, aaaaaaah!" 

Karen was having her own reaction to my fingers, but she was reaching for my head, as if feeling it was her turn. I swapped over; savouring Karen's clean fresh taste, similar, but subtly different to Alex's, while my fingers continued stimulating Alex. The two bodies twitched as if out of control, their hands clasping my head, but without competing, just conveying their desire and excitement. 

Their openings were tight, and my finger didn't get far in before the hymen stopped progress. I pushed a little and used two fingers after a while, gently opening them up as much as I could without causing discomfort. My efforts were appreciated, - each time I switched from hand to mouth, I had a fresh supply of excretions to enjoy. 

I moved Karen's hips on top of Alex's, while their upper bodies were lying side by side, and moved up between them. With an effort I bent my throbbing prick down flat against Karen's pussy and pushed it down between her lips until it touched Alex's pussy lips below. Both pussies radiated intense heat and their lubrication made the passage very easy between the two sets of lips. Each clit got its share of stimulation, as did my dick as it slid up and down in the slick channel formed by the two pussies. 

They were ready, and eager for the final step and gaspingly told me so. "Now John, for Christ's sake," panted Alex, twitching with lust. 

"I can't take this any longer," moaned Karen. "PLEASE do me now!" 

I pulled back a little and aimed at Alex's passage. Immediately, both girls' hands were there to help me to the target. I slid into Alex about two inches before meeting the expected obstacle. "YesYesYesYes!" Alex pushed up against me, lifting Karen in the process. Karen helped by lifting as well and pushing on my ass with her free hand. I burst through just as Alex came, the pain was but a quick grimace before she lost it completely, - shouting and crying and cumming and cumming while clasping me inside her. 

Karen waited all of a minute before she pulled me out of Alex and unceremoniously stuffed me into her own passage and pushed up to meet me. I had no time to prepare and be gentle, - I went through her maidenhead like an express train, bottoming in a heartbeat. Karen exploded in a loud and intense orgasm as well, just as Alex was in the aftermath of hers. I managed to control my own, - God knows how. I kept my dick in Karen, continuing my strokes for a little, then pulled out and went back to give Alex some more strokes. Both of them shuddered and shivered, as they slowed down and finally lay there as in a faint, seemingly unable to move or speak. 

I slowed down as well, and withdrew. I stood up and placed them side-by-side. They were like sacks of flour to move, - with no reaction to my manipulation at all.

I bent down and kissed their pussies again, one after the other. I couldn't resist nibbling and sucking as well. There was a little blood in both of them from the ravaging of their virginities, but their wonderful tastes made that irrelevant. This time I could get deep in their pussies, with my fingers as well as my tongue, and I settled down to my own enjoyment of these two wonderful bodies After a while they started stirring again, moving their hips to give me better access. Between my fingers and my mouth I slowly but steadily brought them back up to a new high. Almost simultaneously they came once more, with more cries of joy and abandon. 

They both reached for me and made room for me between them. I lay on my back, my dick waving in the wind with one satisfied ex-virgin in each arm. They held me tight, showering me with kisses. After a while, they calmed down enough to talk. 

Alex was the first to find her voice. "I never imagined it could be like this," she said almost timidly. "Everyone says it really hurts and it doesn't feel good at all. But I feel wonderful! It was just fantastic! Thank you thank you thank you for making me feel like this!"

"Yes, John," said Karen with a happy smile. "How can anyone think that something this good is an awful experience, - but that's what my friend Simone said it was. I have never felt this good in my life! There was a little pain, sure, but it was nothing. And when you filled me up completely, I felt like.... I don't know even how to express it!" 

"Exactly," said Alex. "Having you all inside me was just incredible. Please can we do it again, John, - can we?"

They suddenly discovered my prick standing to attention between them, and grabbed it, then just as quickly relaxed to a gentle grip. "Sorry," they said in unison, - they had obviously figured it out by this time. "Gently, right?"

"You got it," I said. "We sure do," laughed Karen. "And we're going to use it some more, right Alex?" They both looked at me smilingly, then moved their heads into position and kissed up and down the length of my cock. 

"He's as good as new," smiled Alex and swallowed my dick to the hilt in one smooth motion. Karen looked at her enviously. "Oh all right, - here!"' said Alex after coming up for air and handed it over. Karen made a determined effort, but couldn't get it very deep, so she went back to gentle sucking, accompanied by hand movements from both girls.

I revelled in the amazing sensations for a while, before I stopped them. "Girls," I said. "Let's fuck some more." They laughed happily at my terse invitation. 

"How should we do it?" asked Karen. "Can you do us both again?" I didn't respond, I just lay back and helped Karen up on top. She sat across my hips, her still wet pussy inches from my dick. 

Alex smiled and reached out a hand to help. "Lift up, Karen," she said and carefully placed my stiff dick at Karen's waiting opening. 

Karen slid down with a rush of exhalation until she was bottomed out. She made a grimace. "This is much deeper than before," she said uncertainly. "I am not sure I can take all this." 

"Well, you are in the perfect position to control that," I smiled. "Just take as much as feels good, and we'll see how it goes."

Alex still had her hand underneath Karen's pussy, and I could feel her starting to stroke and tickle Karen's clit. Karen gave a jerk and raised herself up, then slid right down again, but not all the way down this time. "Oh that feels sooo good!" she exclaimed in a bewildered voice. "This is even better than before, how can that even be possible?" 

I kissed her and smiled. "This is how it should always be," I said gently. "Nothing but pleasure and love, - no pain, no doubt no uncertainty, - just float away and let yourself go. Take your time, we have plenty!" 

Karen started fucking me in earnest, and I responded in kind. I reached up and pulled her upper body tight against me, her huge firm breasts squashed against my chest, and her trim and powerful hips and ass doing all the work. Alex had pulled back a little, but when she saw Karen's position, she moved behind her and started stroking the globes of Karen's ass. I could sense Karen's increased excitement. I reached down with my own hand and traced the crack of Karen's ass with my finger, - down, down until I was tickling the tight pucker of her asshole. Alex was paying attention, and her finger joined mine. Before pulling my finger away, I could feel Alex pushing against Karen's asshole, and slip inside, - then her head joined in and I could tell her tongue was busy tickling there as well. 

We fucked like this for a while; all of us building to a crescendo. Karen came with another whoosh of air, her whole body tight as a bowstring as she shook and shimmied, impaled on my disk and with Alex's finger in her ass. I kept going as if nothing had happened, and Karen opened her eyes wide in disbelief. "Ah ah ah ah ah," she grunted as she bounced vigorously, and then came again, with a grin on her face as wide as the sky and laughing happily. 

"Now this is what I call fucking," she burst out, and went at it again, as if going for the record. 

Alex had been patiently (well almost patiently) waiting her turn, and she clearly though her time had come, because she grabbed Karen and kissed her soundly, and then gently, but firmly pulled her off me. I in turn moved Karen around so she faced Alex, who was taking her place on my dick. She helped me into Alex, then leant forward and kissed her deeply and passionately. "Oh Alex, it gets better every time," she sighed. "Just wait and see." 

With a sly wink at me, she pulled Alex down on my prick until she too bottomed out. "AAAAHHHHH!" Alex exclaimed. "Oh God that feels so incredible!" She kissed Karen back and their upper bodies came together in a tender embrace, breasts mashed against breasts, both of them in rapture. Alex developed a fascinating rhythm in her bounce, with a combination of twisting, moving forward and backward and clasping me with strong internal muscles at the same time. It was driving me crazy.

Alex came almost gently, compared with her first outburst, but her whole body was tensed up as she shook in her orgasm. As with Karen, I just kept going, and she too burst into a big smile as she went back to business. I pulled Karen back from my chest and positioned her over my face, giving my lips and tongue free access to her dripping pussy and ass. She jerked as I first nibbled her stiff little button, then began grinding her pussy into my face. I had to lift her up to get some air, and she got the message, and started giving me room to breathe, without breaking contact. I moved one hand to each firm ass and sought out their assholes. 

The extra stimulation was all it took, in perfect unison we all came. I blew a fire-hose stream of cum into Alex, while she raised her head and wailed in ecstasy. Karen came in a burst of liquid, which I lapped up as fast as I could. Then we all collapsed, the girls still embracing, and me still embedded in pussy and asses. 

The sudden silence must have alerted the others to the climax, because they crept into the room and stood by the bed shaking their heads in wonder. "You don't have to tell me," said Alya with a grin. "I know how you feel. Isn't he just incredible?" 

"Did he really do both of you at the same time," asked Sandy enviously. 

"And how," exclaimed Alex happily. 

"Unbelievable!" said Karen weakly. "It was just unbelievable." Sandy looked more and more unhappy, and I took pity on her. 

"Your turn next," I said, "if that's still what you want?"

She lit up. "God yes," she burst out. "Can we do it now?"

I smiled. "Not quite yet, pumpkin, - but we still have another day....." 

...to be continued. 



Hobson's Choice Ch. 03



Sunday, May 12, 6:00 am 

"John, John, - are you awake?" I came out of my deep sleep slowly. I felt someone kissing me, and a hand gently caressing my cock under the covers. I opened one eye, and looked into Sandy's smiling and excited face. "Come on, John, - it's morning and it's tomorrow!"

"What time is it?" I mumbled, still groggy.

"I don't know, but the sun is up," said Sandy. "That means it's tomorrow." 

"What are you talking about?" I said, and suddenly realized what Sandy meant. Her face fell. "Did you forget already?" she said in a small voice. "You promised me last night, and you forgot already!" 

I reached up and hugged her tight. "No, silly, - I didn't forget. Today is the day, right?" She lit up again. "Oh yes, please! I am the last one and I can't wait any longer. It's tomorrow now, right?"

"Yes, my little soon-to-be-ex-virgin! It is now tomorrow!" I threw off the cover, reached up and pulled her taut, naked body down on top of mine. She melted into me, moulding every curve to as tight a fit as she could. 

"I have hardly slept all night," she whispered in my ear. "I have been in here to look at you at least ten times. You are so beautiful! I looked at you under the cover, too, and even gave your penis a little kiss once." 

"You mean my dick?" 

"Yes," she said with a happy laugh. "Your dick, your cock, your wang, prick, schlong, shaft, cunt-driller..." She ran out of words... 

"You know, we don't use those words hardly at all, even between us girls. It feels good to just say them and know they are just words describing something enjoyable." 

I smiled, - "that's my girl." I kissed her and slowly we settled into some serious kissing. This was not a new activity for Sandy, she was a terrific kisser, gentle, erotic, with a growing urgency. She squirmed on top of me, making my cock slowly stiffen and grow under her. It was starting to press against her pussy, and Sandy's legs slowly divided and slipped down along my sides. My prick nestled softly in between her cunt-lips as they opened. I reached down to her ass and grasped her firm globes. I squeezed them and rubbed them, and then started to pull them apart, opening the crack to the air. 

Sandy curved her back, moving her ass up to meet my hands. My dick slid along her pussy as she did so, hitting her stiffening clit in the process. Sandy gave a small shudder of pleasure, and reversed her movement. Soon she was humping me slowly and rhythmically, sliding her pussy along the whole length of my dick, ending with her spread ass cheeks sticking up in the air, and allowing my hands free access as far as I could reach. Her mouth never left mine, and her breasts stayed pressed against my chest during the whole movement, causing her hard little nipples to get their own share of stimulation.

I felt as if I was being given a full body massage, and Sandy obviously enjoyed it as well, since her breathing became rapid and her pulse started to race. My dick was now hard as rock and gave her pussy and clit an impeccably placed massage as well, as she slid back and forth. Her first orgasm came on her without warning, - she suddenly gasped, held her breath and squeezed down hard on my dick. I could feel her pussy contracting, trying to grasp me as I lay snug in her now very wet valley. 

She lifted her head and smiled happily. "That was nice, John, - I didn't even know it was happening, and suddenly I just came and came." She lay still for a second, but as I made a small hip movement, she started her sliding again. This time she scooted up towards my chest just a few inches and dropped her legs fully down on each side of me. She reached back and fondled my balls and the small part of my dick she could reach. 

"Is this good for you too?" she asked timidly. "I want it to be special for you too!" 

"Oh yes," I replied truthfully. "t feels very very nice indeed!'. She made a small twist with her hips and suddenly my dick slid inside her just a little, instead of sliding past and up her stomach. "Oooh," she said. "It's inside me." 

"Weeeell," I said. "Not quite, but it's a good start."

She repeated her move and started moving me further and further inside. She was incredibly tight, - I could feel the walls of her pussy resisting the invasion. "Relax," I said. "Let's just take it easy and work our way up to it slowly. That way it will last longer, it won't hurt much and you'll have much more fun." Sandy grunted something, fully focused on the slow progress of my dick into her tight pussy. Little by little her pussy expanded and each slow stroke bought me another millimetre inside. Sandy made one careless move, and I slipped out again, sliding up to hit her clit once more. Her face contorted, trying to express regret and excitement at the same time. 

She quickly scooted up and got him back inside her again. "It feels so good inside," she panted, "but I am too tight for you, this will take forever..." 

"Do you mind?" I asked, tongue in cheek. 

She buried her face in my neck "No no no no no," she mumbled, "just don't stop!"

We went back to our previous rhythm, steadily worming inward. It felt like a fuck now, I had a good inch and a half inside and some of my prick was clasped in the warm moist space between my belly and Sandy's pussy lips. It was very hard to stay still and let her set the pace. She was struggling with it as well, I could tell. We realized at the same time that we had reached the main obstacle. 

"I can't get any further," said Sandy, "I guess this is when it will start to be rally painful, right?" 

"We'll see," I replied with a smile, "but I don't think so, - not if we do it right. Sit up straight." 

Sandy straightened up and the movement put her weight on my prick. Her face was a study in delight and astonishment when she suddenly slipped part way down my prick to sit on my legs. The flicker of discomfort was almost too brief to notice, and her joy was so intense. She let out a whoop that would have done Geronimo proud. "Whooooooooeee that's fantastic, - Oh God, I'm so full. It's a little bit like the last time when you fucked my ass, but very different. Oh Wow this is so good!" She was so lost in her revelation that she totally forgot to move. She was just sitting there, beaming and focusing inward on every sensation.

We heard laughter from both the bedrooms. "Way to go, Sandy!" "Good one John!" "Go girl!" Sandy grinned mischievously and happily and whooped again. I lunged up just as she started the whoop and it came to an abrupt end as her eyes widened. Her breath caught in her throat and she sputtered incoherently. "STOP!" she shouted, "I can't.." 

I withdrew slightly, and her face went almost panicky. "NO DON"T STOP!" she shouted again and pressed herself down on my throbbing dick. "I didn't mean stop, just..." Her breath came in ragged gasps and she exploded in another orgasm. Her breasts heaved and her head was thrown back, making her neck muscles stand out in relief. I started caressing her lower belly with my fingers and her skin contracted involuntarily. I slid my hands up her hips and stomach until I held her breasts, with her nipples caught in a gentle grip in my fingers. She was contracting her vaginal muscles and held me as in a vice. She was tight from before, but this was on the edge of real pain. I squeezed her nipples hard and her face went blank.

Slowly she came down from her high and her pussy started to let go of my dick. As soon as could move again, I started to gently slide in and out, just a few inches at a time. She clamped down again, but relented when I grimaced. "Oh, John, I'm sorry. I'll try not to do that." 

I smiled. "I don't think you always have control over it, but you are very tight, and you have very strong muscles in there, so if you try to keep it in mind, I would appreciate it."

"How about this much?" she said and tightened a little again. The feeling was incredible, like an internal hand massaging me I felt the urge to come boiling up and gasped 

"STOP!"

Sandy laughed triumphantly. "So now the tables are turned are they? 

"I guess we can both be too much for one another at times," I grinned. "It felt incredibly good, but one more second and our session would have been over." 

"I'll just keep that one in reserve, then," she replied laughingly. "I might need it some day." 

"That lucky guy won't know what hit him," I said enviously, "but he'll enjoy the hell out of it."

Sandy started moving again, lifting herself up and slipping down again, experimenting with the stroke length and speed. The lubrication and relaxation from her last orgasm had made movement much easier, and we were soon fucking lustily, out bellies slapping together in perfect time with our grunts and moans. I could feel Sandy having mini-cums over and over without slowing down. She clasped my head and kissed me while we fucked on. Breathing became very awkward, but we persisted and enjoyed the process tremendously. She couldn't resist squeezing me with her pussy muscles from time to time, but I managed to keep control.. I used my hands to manipulate her breasts and her clitoris, and Sandy took it all in with complete abandon.

At one point I had to stop, to regain some control again. Sandy looked puzzled, but quickly understood, and grinned. "What's the matter, old man?" she said mischievously. "Can't keep up with us young girls?" 

"That's not the problem," I gasped, "as you well know. I have to stop to keep it down!"

"Oh poor John. It's not fair that men only have one bullet in the gun. I have been firing and firing and firing." She sounded genuinely regretful now, but with a smile lurking behind her eyes. I didn't respond, just flipped her over on her back with one heave, and started ploughing in earnest. 

Her eyes went wide again, and she joined in with every ounce on muscle in her body. "Aah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah," she panted rhythmically, in time with our increasing pace. I grasped her legs and bent them back to her shoulders, throwing her pelvis up into my thrusts. She was limited in her movements now, almost completely my captive as I struck into her very depth again and again. I held her ankles with one hand and moved the other down her body, pinching her stiff nipples and stroking her belly on my way to the target. 

I laid my thumb gently on her clitoris and a finger on her asshole and pushed. Her muscles spasmed again, and this time it was all over. We came together in an explosion of sensations. My prick was hosing down her interior in great gushing spurts, with her strong muscles milking me dry as quickly as she could. I let go of her legs and she came back to a lying position under me, pressing herself tightly against me.

We lay there for several minutes, not talking, just revelling in our ebbing sensations and the feeling of love and caring. Finally I raised my head and looked tenderly at Sandy's face. She was crying silently, but her expression wasn't sad. I kissed her tears away. "There, there, my little dove," I said. "Let me kiss it all better."

"Oh John! It can't get better! That was the best it will ever be, and I'm so happy it happened like this, - with you. How can I ever thank you?"

"Remembering this and remembering you is the best thanks I could ever get," I said, "and I am the one who is thankful for such a wonderful gift."

Sunday, May 12, 8:30 am

There was a timid knock on the door, and Alya stuck her head in. "Is it really over this time, she said smilingly. "We thought you were done three times already, but then you started up again... Do you guys want some breakfast."

"Shower first, then breakfast," I said "Oh goody," said Alya, we were hoping you would say that". 

So in the shower we trooped again, all five of us, but this time Sandy and I were both centers of attention, getting cleaned thoroughly by the other three. "Well, there is no doubt now" said Karen as she washed the faint streaks of blood off my dick. "No more virgins in this neck of the woods!" She gave it a good kiss and suck, and came up grinning. "There was some left in there, - delicious!." 

"There is more here," said Alex, scooping my cum from Sandy and licking it off her fingers. Alya and Alex both bent down and their tongues competed for the new supply of cum oozing from Sandy's well-fucked pussy. 

"Easy," said Sandy, - "I'm a bit tender down there." They kissed her pussy more softly, but kept going until there was no more left. Sandy leaded back against the wall of the shower and spread her legs as much as she could. 

"Oh yes," she said, "That feels sooo good." She came again, to her complete disbelief, clutching the heads of her two friends to her crotch. "Oh Wow, oh wow!"

Karen had a go at getting me back up, but I knew it was a lost cause, so we stood there caressing each other, watching the three others enjoy themselves. Karen shuddered and leaned back on my shoulder. "Thank you," she whispered. 

Breakfast was another meal 'au natural'. It seemed silly to get dressed somehow. Everyone felt very comfortable, and enjoyed keeping a mildly erotic mood, with an occasional stroke or kiss, or a coquettish display. It was a beautiful day, warm for the time of year, and we decided to go to the lake for a spell. I made everyone put suntan lotion on, they would have been burned in no time without it. That too became a sexy process, everyone volunteering to do everyone else. I certainly got my share, and my trusty dick will never get a sunburn again, after all those layers, lovingly rubbed in. 

The sun was nice and warm, and we laid ourself out on the small dock by the boatshed. The sun was baking down and soon the sweat was running freely. "This feels great," exclaimed Alya. 

"Fantastic," chimed in Karen – 'and I'm finally going to get some sun on these big white things." She held out her breasts for inspection. We all had a very good look, much to Karen's enjoyment. 

"They really are amazing, Karen," said Alya. "I feel inadequate next to you." She too cupped her more modest breasts and held them up for inspection as well. 

"Mine aren't small, said Sandy, but they're nowhere as big as yours, Karen." Another pair was presented to the audience for inspection. Everyone looked at Alex. "Oh well," she said, lifting and holding up her breasts, full and heavy. "These are OK I guess, but I wish they would stand up some more."

They all looked at me. "What do you think, John?" said Alya with a glint in her eye. 

"Whoa there", I protested. "We've been here before, and I couldn't decide then, if you remember." 

"Yes, but you are , - uh – more familiar with them now," said Karen, also smiling.

"You girls work this out yourselves," I said firmly. "Decide on the judging criteria and do your own comparison." I lay back and relaxed again, leaving them to it.

They broke out in a lively discussion, which I followed only in parts. "Size," said Sandy. "Shape," said Alya. "Firmness," "Weight," "Responsiveness"; - the suggestions were coming thick and fast. "Nipple length," "nipple hardness," "pain response" That one made me sit up and take notice I could see Alya blushing at the reaction to her suggestion. "Suckability." – the last one was mine and got an uncertain frown from the girls. The girls were having a ball with the discussion, which was much more fun than they had imagined. The list was discussed extensively and finally agreed upon, with a point score system and a judging methodology. They had to go get paper and pens as well, it became way to complicated to keep straight in their heads. 

"John?" said Karen.

"No, I responded firmly. "Absolutely not! I'll just watch." 

Alex got the last word. "OK, but you have to be the tie breaker. And one of us will be right here at all times to make sure you are paying attention. With that she plonked herself down on a cushion next to me and started playing gently with my dick. That got my attention all right, and the girls took an interest as well. 

For the next half hour I laid there as they tried out every suggestion in every permutation of girls. Boy, when these girls decided on something, they were going to get it done, come hell or high water. Actually, neither hell not high water came, but I am sure the girls did a few times, and I was kept on a knife's edge for the full 30 minutes. 

The girls soon decided that in order for the breasts to be properly evaluated, they had to be excited, and since we were all stark naked, the opportunities quickly presented themselves. What a view I had, like an Arabian nights potentate watching his harem preen and compete for his attention. The girls took their turns keeping me just under the boiling point, and despite begging for release, they loved the control they had over me and refused to let it happen. 

"We have a winner!" declared Karen, after they had carefully tallied all their numbers.

"No, it's another tie!" Sandy was quick to protest. "We need the tiebreaker." It didn't take Karen but a second to understand and agree that yes, she had made a mistake and it was a tie – again, - surprise, surprise! I was of course asked to do the tiebreaking. And to make sure I stayed comfortably in my prone position, they decided that the only reasonable approach was for each girl to sit on me while I did the testing. They lined up, and one by one they lowered themselves on my steel rod and presented their breasts for my inspection.

I have no idea how I got through the process. Their pussies were fascinatingly different, - and by now I think I could have told them apart blindfolded, even without the added information from fondling, squeezing, nibbling, and sucking on those luscious breasts. I managed them all without coming, which led to an immediate second round of testing, then another....

In the end it was Sandy's internal muscle control that got her the win. When she did her squeeze play I was a goner. I erupted in the loudest, most intense orgasm I can remember. Sandy didn't get much time to enjoy her triumph, she was summarily lifted of so everyone could watch me shoot in the air, - and get their share of the spoils.

Sunday, May 12, 12:30 pm 

Karen was the first to move. "This looks like a scene from an orgy," she said with a laugh, as she sat up and looked around. Sandy was lying half on top of me, still clutching my dick in a firm grip, her pussy read and open, with my cum leaking down her thigh. My dick was crusted with dry juices from myself and four pussies. Alex and Alya were lying side by side, their hands holding each other's well-fucked pussies. 

Karen looked down at herself. " Yep, Kilroy was here too," she said smugly. "This is going to be hard to top! Who's for a shower?"

We dressed for lunch. We had done everything else, so we thought that might be fun. The girls would have been beautiful in whatever they decided to wear – or not, and they still managed to give me tantalizing glimpses of themselves. The no underwear rule seemed to still apply, even if we were back in normal attire otherwise. And just to make sure I was perpetually aroused, they once again took turns fondling me.

Suddenly, we heard a car in the driveway. The girls jumped up and looked at each other anxiously, hastily checking that we were all looking decent. I was as surprised as the girls, - I certainly wasn't expecting anyone. We trooped outside as a big sedan came around the last bend and pulled up in front of the house. 

"Dad!" exclaimed Karen. "What are you doing here?" 

"Mom!" – Alex this time.

In the end one dad and three moms emerged from the car, each going to embrace their daughter and checking them out to make sure they were all ok. The girls were fending off endless questions and subjecting themselves to hugs and scolding alternately. In the end they looked at each other with exasperation. Karen became the spokesperson.




Hobson's Choice Ch. 03



"So are you quite finished embarrassing John, - and us?" she said in an aggrieved tone of voice. "We know you are all concerned, but you obviously don't have much confidence in any one of us, do you? You each talked to us, and to John, and you were all in agreement with what was going to happen, and now this, - this, - invasion!" 

They all looked shocked at her reaction, and started talking all at once. "I only wanted.." "But Alex"... "Karen, - don't take that tone.." "but you're my daughter"...

I was as proud of them as if they were my daughters. They stood their ground and made their parents back down and admit that they had been silly, overimaginative and insensitive. They were all contrite in the end, even George, to whom humility didn't come easy, and hastened to apologize to me for whatever they thought they could apologize for, including mistrusting me. I wondered what they would have said if they knew what had been happening. 

Introductions were finally made, even if I had of course long since figured out who was who. And since I couldn't very well call them all 'mom', their names were handy to know. Laura, - Alex's mom was obviously the source of Alex's looks. Soft and willowy, same generous figure and the same stunning red hair. Anita was Sandy's mom, and was also a blonde. She had probably also been trim and fit in her youth, but she was the 'cuddliest' of the three, but although she had let herself go a bit, she was still very attractive. Dia, Alya's mother, stood out amongst the rest. Her skin was darker than Alya's but she had the same slender grace. She had blonde streaks in her dark hair , wore a tight top and skirt and looked very hot! She gave me the eye as soon as she took my hand. "So you are the man who rescued my daughter?" she said in a silky voice. " Not a bad choice of rescuer, if I may say so myself."

"Mom! You're embarrassing him – and me!" Alya was exasperated, but you could tell she had plenty of experience with her forward mother.

We all calmed down eventually, and the hugs were genuine this time. I got my share of them, and thanks for looking after the girls so well in this difficult situation. We duly inspected the car, the road and the accident site, the cabin, the sleeping arrangement... I had a brief moment of panic, wondering if the beds still showed signs of passion, but they were nicely made and everything was innocence itself.

Everyone expressed amazement at the cabin and the property, and good will was exuded by all in generous measure. We brought out some more food, - the visitors were hungry. George didn't waste much time getting to business. He grabbed me and we went for a walk down to the lake as he proceeded, first into fact-finding, then some internal calculation, then to negotiations. He was aggressive, but so am I, and I knew he wanted what I had. In a remarkably short time, we came to an agreement on the basics, subject to validation of a whole lot of numbers, but we both felt good about it.

"There you are, - I should have guessed!" Karen came around the corner of the cabin, followed by the rest of them. "So, dad, - was it as good a tip as I said?"

"You were very good to let me know about this, little one! I owe you for this, - big time!" 

"How about giving us girls a commission, then?, Karen replied mischievously. You would have given a commission to anyone else that arranged this contact for you." She said it with a smile, but there was a serious note in her voice. 

"Yes, George," chipped in Laura, Alex's mother. " don't be such a cheapskate, give the girls their due.

I had to laugh, - George was caught and he knew it. "Why not?" I said. "She's right, - you would give it to anyone else who put you onto this. Make it 0.05% of the buying price, contingent on a successful conclusion. I know you will want to argue, but forget that she's your daughter and that they're just college girls, and do it.." 

"I don't want to sound ungrateful, but 0.05% doesn't sound like much," said Alex. "Why so little?" 

Karen laughed. "Oh, I think we could settle for that little pittance." She grinned conspiratorially at me. "About how much do you think our fee would come to, John?" 

"Oh, that depends on how the numbers pan out, but my guess would be something between 25 and – what, George, - 50?" 

He nodded, - "maybe a bit more." 

"We won't go far on 50 dollars, split 4 ways," laughed Sandy. 

"He means $50,000," said Karen. "It's not called big business for nothing."

Their jaws dropped. I could see the mental calculators working furiously. 

"Twelve and a half thousand each!?" Sandy was incredulous. 

"That means you'll get $5 to $10 million," gasped Alya, getting the other end of the equation. "You ARE rich." 

"Add another zero," said Karen. Big numbers were nothing new to her, that was obvious. 

"How can you say you aren't rich when you have $100 million coming," stuttered Sandy. 

"I don't have it yet," I said. "and I have quite a few people to share with. But even then, I guess I'll be in very good shape." 

"I should say so", chuckled George, "and it's a fair price at that. OK, sweetheart, you girls have got a deal, - but your agent here should get a cut as well, although it's not as if he will need it.

Karen was obviously very pleased with herself, but more with her success than with the money, - I could tell. She gave me a big hug, and put a bit more enthusiasm in it than I would have thought prudent under the circumstances. George's eyebrows went up, but he said nothing. 

The afternoon passed quickly, with everyone in a convivial mood. We talked about anything and nothing. The girls' mothers were very nice, open and enthusiastic and clearly anxious that their 'little girls' should have as bright a future as possible. 

"Was it fun to have four lovely girls staying here with you for the past two days, John?" It was Dia, - of course, and her voice had that edge of a provocative tone again. 

"It was fun, actually," I said light-heartedly, - "I am not used to such youthful energy around the house. Good thing I was well supplied with food and drink." 

"Yes I did notice a few empty bottles in the kitchen," said Dia again, still in a teasing voice. The girls were looking a little apprehensive now, but did their best to act innocently.

"Oh, oh, - you found me out," I said with a laugh. "I guess I shouldn't have let them have anything to drink, but I thought I'd let them decide for themselves, and they were very responsible about everything." I was quite pleased with how I worded that. 

The girls sniggered, - "sorry dad, sorry mom". Very insincere! The parents all laughed. "We don't have any illusions that you have never had a drink, they said in turn, and we certainly trust you to act responsibly." I couldn't have put it better myself. 

We'd better think of getting to our motel," George said "It's getting late, and I think it's quite a way to get there. Everyone agreed that it was time to go, but when the girls understood that they were expected to go as well, the agreement fell apart completely. To put it mildly, they flat refused to go. Their parents first commanded, then pleaded, then looked in vain to me for support, and finally they made the mistake of reasoning with them. I was hoping it would get to that, because I had absolutely no doubt that the girls would win. So the parents left by themselves, still grumbling and with very mixed emotions, but with no rational argument left. They waved goodbye, with promises to be back first thing with a second rental car, so the girls could continue their trip while George's car was being fixed.

The girls were triumphant when the car disappeared round the bend and we were alone once again, but went suddenly quiet . "Why didn't you take our side in this discussion, John?" asked Sandy, clearly speaking for everyone. "You just stood there and said 'it's OK with me either way', like you didn't care, and would just as soon get rid of us."

"Think!" I said and turned and went into the kitchen. They followed, suddenly uncertain of my mood and intentions. 

"Shit, - of course you had to do that," said Karen, brightening with her newfound insight. "If you had wanted us to stay, our parents would have had a much harder time with it"

"Bingo"

"So you do want us to stay'" said Alex, still not convinced

"Well, D'ooh" Sandy wasn't impressed with Alex's lack of understanding. The light went on for all of them, and we were all hugging and kissing. You have never seen five people undress so fast, but then again, no underwear makes for a short process. We looked at each other, not quite sure what to do next. The girls wanted to do something, but they hadn't got to 'what' yet.

"What now?" Sandy was the first to voice our common thoughts. We looked at each other some again, - no one said anything. "What do you think, John?" asked Karen eventually. They all turned to me.

"Oh, come on, ladies," I said teasingly. "Don't tell me your legendary organizational talent is failing you at last." 

"John's right," said Alex in a determined voice. "We can do this." They decided to each say what they had liked best so far, and what they would like to do that they hadn't already done. It became a mental replay of the whole weekend, each talking wistfully about this event or that. I replayed each in my mind as they talked. They all agreed that losing their virginity was the most significant thing that had happened, and something they would never forget.

"The rest of the squad are going to be sooo envious," said Alya. Most of them have horror stories about it, and even the ones that aren't complaining think it was no big deal, just something that happened.

"No big deal!?" Karen was incredulous. It was the most unbelievable pleasure I have ever felt, and happiness too!" 

"Alex gave her a hug. "I now exactly what you mean," she said. "I was right there, remember?" 

"Was that the best for all of you" asked Alya. They all nodded and smiled with remembered happiness. "I wish he had gotten mine, too". Alya said wistfully.

What was the best for you then, Alya?" 

Alya's face lit up with the memory. "When John had me for lunch," she said with a blush. "I had waited for it so long. But the first night he was done after Sandy, and the next morning you all interrupted us, and I was sooo ready it was scary. And then he was so gentle and he just kept going and going at the same steady pace, and I came and came and he still kept at it and I wanted him to fuck me hard and he just kept on drilling at the same slow pace and then he started fucking me but good and it was like Christmas and New Year all at once..." She ran out of words. Her hand was between her legs by that point, pleasuring herself openly.

"God, that's so hot! I don't think you missed out on much.." Sandy smiled, reliving her similar experience, also starting to breathe hard and stroking her nipples.. Alex and Karen were also showing signs of arousal, their legs spreading slowly and their unbelievable breasts heaving and flushed.

"What was the biggest surprise you had?" asked Karen. They thought about it in silence for a minute. "I think for me it was how easily we all just slid right into the whole sex thing. I was so scared of sex before I came here, - all kinds of mixed up emotions about wanting it and worried about how it would be and would it hurt and what would the boys think and all that. And when we came here, it all sort of just happened."

"My biggest surprise was John's penis". Alex blushed at the thought. "You mean his cock?" said Sandy mischievously, with a wink to me. "What about it, other than it's so big and hard?"

"Yeah it sure was – eh – is!" Alex looked at it wistfully. But it is so beautiful, not at all like I thought. It's warm and silky soft and the way the skin moves when you stroke it, and how incredible it feels in your mouth." 

"The taste, too, Alex! Don't forget the taste.." Karen put her two bits worth in.

"As if I could ever forget that!, said Alex, looking at me again, then reached out with a happy smile, captured a few drops of fluid from the top of my dick and licked her fingers. "Mmmmm, - delicious".

"I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed having my ass tickled and probed," said Alya. "I always thought it was a dirty place that I was actually a bit ashamed of. And when John touched be there I just melted." 

" Yeah, me too" ( Karen and Alex both). They all looked at Sandy. "How about you, Sandy? What did you think of your anal experience?" Sandy looked first uncomfortable, then thoughtful, then aroused, in rapid succession.

"I was so scared", she said slowly, "and it wasn't very comfortable at first. But I was so horny and John wouldn't take my virginity, and I had to have him one way or another. Then it started feeling very good and soon it was just outrageously fine. It was like losing my virginity without actually doing it, I guess. The real thing was better, - I think, but there is a totally special feeling of being filled up. I loved it! I did, I really did."

The girls looked thoughtful, - I could see it coming. "John?" said Alya slowly. 

"Of course I will," I said with a laugh. You don't think I could pass up such an opportunity, do you? But let's not rush into this, it takes a good long build-up to feel really nice and not painful." 

"My scariest moment was when we first got up to dance for John," said Alex. "You were all so confident up there and looked so hot, and I was just terrified. I am amazed now that I actually did it. But I think you guys had got me just a little bit hot, too, so I just closed my eyes and did it! And then it was topless and I was petrified all over again. But then that too just happened, and I wasn't scared any more, just curious and somehow wanting to do things, - you know..."

I was scared when I got John to come in and take our cherries," said Karen quietly. I knew he cared for us, and I knew he had fucked Alya, but he didn't want to do it to Sandy, and I was scared that he wouldn't want to do it to me, either. And then it turned out better that I ever would have imagined!"

"How about the way we kinda slipped into being with each other?" Sandy looked amazed as she thought about it. "I thought only lesbians did that, and I am certainly not that! But it was so natural and felt so good". 

Karen chimed in: "I would never have believed I would suck the cum from another woman's pussy and get her to come, - and I enjoyed it so much!" She looked form one to the other. "What an amazing weekend! I am so glad we had the accident!"

"I wish we could do it all over again," said Alya

"Well -, " I said. "We couldn't do it all in the time between now and tomorrow morning, but maybe we could do a selection of favourite themes from this long opera." 

The girls lit up! "Where do we begin?"

"Let's see, - we can skip the accident and the checking out for damage, enjoyable as that was". I had this crystal clear in my mind by now, and I wanted this to be MY show. "Let's dispense with the preliminary rounds of evening gown and swimsuit competition, and go straight to the final round. But ladies, - unless you want this to be a very short performance, you know what you must avoid?"

"Yes, Yes, - no coming for you until the end, we know!"

"OK ladies, put your shorts on and take your positions".

I sat in my chair and the girls got up and stood side by side in front of me, my old shorts hanging loose from their hips. I looked at them with the eyes of the first night, marvelling again at their youth and beauty and how incredibly lucky I was to have had this experience.

I lifted my hands like an orchestra conductor and brought them down. The shorts dropped in unison, and their expression showed that the girls were clearly reliving the emotions of that first experience, blushing and breathing hard. I looked at them for a long time, my knowledge of their personalities and the memories of all that had happened blending with the vision of erotic innocence of the eight breasts and four pussies before me. 

I spread my legs a little, - they mimicked my every move. I twirled my hand in the air and they turned, just as before. Once again I stopped them facing away from me and made them bend over. God, what a view! It would be burned in my mind for a long time. I let them back up and facing me. As soon as I took hold of my dick, they started masturbating in front of me, the plot vivid in their memories. It didn't take long before they were shaking and gasping in their first orgasm of the evening.

They came over to me, and knelt down before me, reaching for my prick. "Careful, girls'" I reminded them. Once again they shared me around, stroking and sucking, taking me as deep as they could. This time I was watching them more closely, and saw how they also pleased each other at the same time. My hands wandered around their pussies and asses, lingering here, probing there, tickling everywhere. They came again, - individually this time, as their bodies went over the top. I finally called a stop.

"That was fun!" "What's next" "I loved it when"...

I had to think. "Next was dinner, I think, then Sandy, - but we will leave the Sandy thing to last, don't you think ladies?" 

"To hell with dinner, what was after Sandy, asked Alex, impatiently."

"OK, I said, - act 2 starts in my bedroom". Sandy and Alya lit up. The scurried into my bed, face to face and pulled the blankets back, waiting for me to take my place behind Alya. 

"No blankets", protested Karen. "This time we want to see what happened." I got in and snuggled up. Sandy's hand burrowed back underneath us, grasping my dick and stroking Alya's dripping pussy at the same time. I held Alya's breast and pinched her nipples, while Alya held her hands in the air. "look, - no hands" she said, remembering the first morning better that I did.

"We can't see," protested Alex, and she and Karen got right down close and lifter my leg and Alya's to get a good look. Karen couldn't resist; she bent down and licked my dick and Alya's clit. Alex did the same, not wanting to be left out.

"That wasn't how it was", Sandy protested half-heartedly. " But I guess it was how it could have been, so be my guest." A few licks later, I called the next play.

"I take to hell with breakfast as well, then?" I said, - "let me see, it was kind of a boring morning, career discussions, calling parents.."

"Anyone for calling the parents?" quipped Sandy. To pillows over her head cut short that discission.

"Let me see, - are we skipping lunch again?" 

"NO WAY!" Alya was outraged. We all had to laugh at her, she was so intent on having her scene that she glared at us. "Don't even think about it!"

I wasn't going to skip that meal for anything. " I think you had your snack first, Alya," I reminded her' standing up in front of the bed. She lit up and reached for her first course. If anything she had gotten better at it, - slow lingering licks and gentle suction, stroking all the while, and not ignoring my balls either. One hand crept behind me and probed gently. I disconnected her and put her on the bed, and started my own meal. The slow methodical process from her lips, down her chocolaty soft skin, over her red-tipped breasts, down her body and to her pussy had her writhing just like before. Again she came at the first touch of her bright red clit, this time loud and boisterous. 

I grinned at her. "Attagirl!" The others were gathered closely around the bed, watching every move intently. They had their own version of touching down the lane, but never taking their eyes off Alya and me. Alya reached for me, pulling me to her. I gently slid into her She was already wide open and dripping, no need for slow entry today. Still, I slid in fully and started fucking her with a slow and steady pace.




Hobson's Choice Ch. 03



"Here he goes again," gasped Alya. "Do you see what he's doing to me?" She came, grabbing me hard to her. I kept going. She came again, louder. More of the same. 

Sandy couldn't stand it any more. After a particularly strong orgasm from Alya she flopped down beside her, spread her legs and pulled me violently off Alya. "Do me now!" she stuttered. "That was incredible." The spell on the others was broken. Karen and Alex helped me enter Sandy, while Alya was just lying there like a rag. 

I got into the same rhythm. I was like a fucking machine, aroused and rock hard, but with no danger of coming. Thrust, thrust, thrust, come. Thrust thrust, thrust, thrust, come. Sandy's orgasms were loud and joyful, not quite as frequent as Alya's but every bit as strong. 

Karen pushed Alya out of bed and took her place. I knew what was expected of me, even if this wasn't how it had been the first time. I moved over to Karen. Alex was helpful once again got a few strokes of her own in before she put me in Karen's heated cunt. Back to the slow fucking. Karen held out well, - she was clearly determined for this to last. Panting like a dog, she met my every thrust with vigour, her athletic body responding to the challenge like a racehorse. 

I cheated. I caught Alex's eye and motioned her to get down to where we were joined. Her eyes lit up and the next thing I felt was a soft tongue licking our joined bodies. The nibbling on her clit sent Karen over the edge. "No Fair!: she grunted with a contorted face and came like a train. 

Sandy had already made space for Alex, who quickly scurried into position. Alya and Sandy both helped our placement, one opening Alex's pussy, one guiding me in. Alex was into this approach now. She knew what to expect and how to respond. She did a Karen, responding lustfully to every stroke, but never getting the frantic impatience of the others. We kept going. Alex came once, with a tight internal grip on my dick. Then again a few minutes later. Those grips were getting to me. I was starting to worry about holding out. 

Karen got her own back, burrowing in and licking us. Alex's clit and my dick got our share, but when she brought her tongue up to my asshole it was all over. "Karen, - don't!" I hissed, but it was already too late. I erupted in Alex, who went off at the same time. We spasmed over and over again, both of us, and lay like the dead when it was all over. 

"Wow!" "I wish that were me!" My God!" "Unbelievable!" The last one was me. I smiled down at Alex, then at Karen. "What did you do to me girls?" You have plumb wore me out, now"

"You mean no more reruns?" Sandy said with disappointment written all over her. The others had similar expressions. "But what about..." They looked so dejected that I had to smile. Let's have some of that food now, and then we'll see. Even if we skip the erotic hike, we still have the dual defloration, the quintuple shower and the breast judgement left, not to speak of the anal experience.

"We can't leave out all that, and we still have – let's see, - 8 hours to go. That should be a safe margin. And we do need some sleep too, we can't all look like night owls for your parents in the morning, or they'll smell a rat for sure."

We wandered into the living kitchen, somewhat in a daze, and started preparing some food. The girls sat me down in a chair, while they did the food. They decided that I needed a companion to start the recovery process and keep it on track, so at all times one of the girls was kissing and fondling me here and there, especially there.

The meal was delicious once again, the girls had made a frittata from the leftovers that was to die for. Light and fluffy, with the most amazing combination of ingredients and a distinctly exotic flavour. "Who came up with this?" I asked incredulously. " It's phenomenal!" 

Alya smiled proudly. My Jamaican heritage," she explained. "Is there anything else you would like me to come up with? The girls all laughed, - her hand was busy trying to come up with my dick at the time.

"You know, - this is so different from the first time," said Alex thoughtfully. "I know what's coming.." 

"Yeah, mostly you!" quipped Sandy.

"Oh Sandy! I mean, we did it all before, but it feels different and sort of like the first time too at the same time."

"And we all get to do all of it this time," said Karen happily "That's awesome! We don't have to listed at the door and try to guess what you're doing." 

My dick was definitely feeling friskier, and I decided it was time to finish the program. "What's the sequence going to be?" We agreed to leave the anal experience for last, right?" 

"Right, - but maybe we should do the quintuple shower last" "No the shower has to be before something. We have to be excited about what's coming, otherwise we'll just be washing each other."

"OK, Shower and then anal last. So should we start with the dual defloration or the breast test?" I shook my head in disbelief. They could have been talking about what channel to watch. Were these the same four innocent girls that had come here only two days ago? 

With such a straightforward choice, there wasn't much to argue about, so they went for the defloration, followed by the breast test. Off we trooped to the guest bedroom. This dispassionate conversation had somewhat diminished my ardour, and the girls looked at my wilted leek in dismay. As one they reached for it to try to rub him back to life, making the damage even worse in the process.

"Girls, girls! Haven't you learned anything this weekend? You're scaring him to death! Gently, gently. Remember; sexy is all in the mind. Only later is it the body's turn. Karen smiled slyly. She put me down on the bed, sat astride my hips and bent down. She kissed me slowly and sensuously, her huge breasts tickling my chest. I tried to lift my hands to hold them, but found that they were trapped beneath a pussy each. Alya knelt at my feet and started playing gently with my limp dick.

"Doesn't this feel nice?" Karen whispered in my ear. " You are going to take my virginity now, and Alex's too, at the same time. You are going to kiss our pussies side by side, then fuck both our cunts at the same time. Alya and Sandy are going to watch us. Maybe you can do all four of us at the same time. And then you get to fuck us in the ass, John. All four of us, side by side, would you like that? Can you feel how wet my pussy is, John? It's dripping all over Alya's hand. Are Alex's and Sandy's pussies as wet as mine is? I think Alex's clit is the biggest, don't' you John? Her whispering was punctuated with licks in my ear and the occasional probing kiss. That girl had certainly learned something this weekend!

When I suddenly grabbed her and pushed my hips upwards it was obvious to them all that we were back in business. That girl could get a mummy erect, I swear.

Karen and Alex laid their bodies side by side, with Karen's leg across Alex's hips. This is a good place to start, don't you think, John?" asked Alex mischievously. I leant over them and started kissing, alternating hand action and kisses, just like before. What was different was that this time I had Alya and Sandy sharing the other end of me, kissing and sucking, making sure my newfound hardness didn't subside. Alex and Karen came on schedule and wanted to get on with the real thing. Sandy and Alya watched the three of us get in position, with the two girls' hip one on top of the other and me on top, with my dick sticking down and sliding along the two wide open pussies. 

"That doesn't look so comfortable,: said Sandy critically.

"It feels great," panted Alex. "Yes but I don't think John is comfortable," protested Alya. "How about we do it this way?". 

She placed be in the middle of the bed, then Alex and Karen one on each, their hips on top of mine, legs scissored and trapping my dick between their pussy lips. Sandi was next straddling my legs, then Alya straddling my stomach, all legs scissored and all four pussies touching y dick. 

"So far so good," I huffed, squeezed under their combined weight, "but how do you see the next move?" It was a good question: when I tried to thrust upwards, the whole thing fell apart, as well as straining my back. We tried a few more suggestions for having us all involved. The most successful was me on the bottom, two girls legs scissored from my sides as before, one on my mouth and one satisfying herself sitting on the part of my dick still sticking out at the top. Changing places became way too cumbersome, and in the end we gave it up.

"That was fun," said Sandy and Alya both, "but maybe a bit time consuming for a rerun. Let's move on to the breast test." I liked that idea, it gave me some time to get my strength back.

"Do we really have to do the whole test?" asked Karen, or should we go straight to the tie breaker?" 

"I liked the test," said Alex somewhat bashfully. "It felt really good when you all were playing with my breasts, and I liked doing yours as well."

"OK, but let's do the abbreviated version". The girls thoroughly enjoyed pleasing each other. The breasts got the majority of their attention, but there was no shortage of fondling, licking and nibbling on other body parts either. I was watching as per the script, with one of the girls masturbating me slowly and carefully during the whole process.

The tiebreaker was just as exciting as the first time, - had it really only been that morning? It's an indescribable feeling to have four cunts descend on your dick in rapid rotation, over and over. This time it just petered out, we were all to conscious of the dangers of premature ejaculation. 

"OK Girls, - now for the shower. And may I recommend that you pay special attention to our next target of opportunity?" We knew the drill well and got into formation. The warm water fel good after our sweaty exercises. I demonstrated the proper cleaning technique to the girls, using Sandy as the experienced subject. With soapy hands I separated the globes of her ass, revealing and washing her brown puckered opening. Alya took over the separation job and I carefully inserted the first finger in Sandy's ass. I probed and cleaned, bringing my finger out and in again, widening the opening with each stroke. Two fingers went in, still working on the opening. 

"Relax, Sandy, you know that will make it easier." The third finger went in, and Sandy gasped. The girls were watching, mesmerized. 

"Doesn't it hurt, Sandy?" asked Alex timidly. "No it feels good, said Sandy breathlessly, wiggling her ass as if to prove a point.

"Ok, girls, your turn now. Do each other." As usual, they worked out a system. One would spread her ass, another would probe. Their facial expressions were something to behold: Apprehension, delight, discomfort, acceptance and lust all flitted across their faces. Then they turned on me. Karen kissed me and held me, Alex and Alya spread my cheeks and Sandy unceremoniously stuck her finger in my ass.

"Wait, You don't need to do me!" I said. " Oh yes we do, you're going to get it too. What's good for the goose..."

I actually enjoyed it a lot, particularly as they got a bit more gentle. Having one of them suck my dick while they probed didn't hurt either. I had to slow them down in the end., and turn the water off.

"That feels strange back there," said Alex hesitatingly. "like I'm going but not going, if you know what I mean". "I sure do," said Karen. "Very strange."

We went into my bedroom for the re-enactment. "Let me make sure you are all ready for this," I said with an internal grin from ear to ear. Bend over by the bed and spread you cheeks. They obeyed and with great delight I did the inspection. I had brought some hand cream and put a good dollop on each of them, then slowly pushed three fingers inside. I also put the fingers of the other hand on their cunt lips and probed lightly, flicking each clitoris in the process. It turn they jumped and settled down again. I pumped some more and each one of them started pushing back. They were ready.

Sandy jumped into bed and waited for me to begin. The rest crowded around. I licked Sandy's pussy and pinched her clit lightly. She was so excited that she came almost instantaneously, her juices running down to her already open and lubricated asshole. 

"Put it in! I need you in me!" she panted, remembering her lines to perfection. It was much more comfortable for both of us this time. She was nowhere near as tight and accommodated me in one slick buttery move to her innermost entrails. We fucked lustily and noisily. "Oh yessss, that's so good, - I remember now! Oh fuck me, fuck me!"

Sandy didn't take long to come again, and with a sigh of regret she gave up her position to Karen. "Please be gentle!" she pleaded. "I am scared of this. I just know it is going to hurt, - you're to big for me." 

I kissed her, kissed her pussy and proceeded to feed my dick into her tight and clutching rectum. No way was it going in. "Karen, you have to relax your muscles," I pleaded. Nothing will get in there unless you do." She made an effort to relax. One finger went in easily and the familiar sensation made her relax enough for two fingers, then three. Sandy took over the finger job and slipped her fingers out as she inserted my dick in their place. 

Before Karen could get scared again I was in. Once past the sphincter, it was easy going, and Karen gave a confused gasp of surprise and pleasure. "Oh my god!, you're filling me up, _ I have never..." I kept pushing in until I was balls to the wall, then slid back out, out, out slowly. Karen grasped at me as if to hold me in, and I reversed again, fucking her ass in earnest now. She exploded and collapsed, my dick slipping out with a pop. Sandy grinned at the sudden memory of her own 'pop'.

Alex climbed on next. "Relax. OK," I said. "You saw what happened with Karen. Alex nodded, her face a study in concentration. No problem this time, I slid in as if we had done this a hundred times. "Oh John, - it feels so good, I had no idea" These girls ere taking to this pretty well, I thought. Alex too came and went, then Alya. 

I want it like this, she said, getting on her knees and swaying her back, putting her ass in my face. I kissed her pussy and her winking asshole briefly, then entered my last virginal orifice of the weekend. This was an Alya I hadn't seen before. Always energetic, she became a tigress with my dick in her ass. The girls and I all watched in awe as she impaled herself on my dick I was hanging on for dear life for the first few minutes, before I got into her syncopated rhythm. Then we went at it like there was no tomorrow. I rammed my dick deep in her ass again and again, grabbing her tits and twisting and pinching her nipples. Just as I was about to admit defeat she threw her head back, her muscles taut as hawsers in her neck and came. And came. Still fucking she came again, then collapsed.

I looked around at the girls. They were stunned and envious, big eyes looking from me to Alya and back to my dick again. The juices were running out of Alya. "Did you come in her?" asked Sandy timidly. 

"No, that's all her," I replied 

"Fuck me like that," said Sandy suddenly and bent over the bed, ass in the air. 

" Me too," said Karen bending over next to Sandy. 

"Me too". Alex was next to line up

"Me too'" croaked an dishevelled Alya, determined not to miss out on anything.

I took my time, this was too good to rush. Methodically going from one ass to the next I ploughed my field of four furrows. Dip stroke, dip stroke, dip stroke. I started speeding up: the girls and I were all getting impatient. Soon I was ramming them all in the same frantic pace and manic strength they had seen with Alya. It was as if they all knew this was it, the last hurrah, and they threw all their impressive energy and stamina into it. I grabbed each set of breasts and hurt them mercilessly and they loved it; pushing back for more. Finally I came, but I kept ploughing, depositing squirts in each ass until I had no more to give. Each squirt was a trigger for the recipient. Only Alya was too spent to come again. The others shuddered and cried and collapsed on the bed. I fell somewhere in the middle of them and the lights went out.

Monday 5:30 am

There were bodies everywhere. I was sweaty and hot and sticky. My face was between a firm pair of breasts and a wet pussy was wedged over my arm. A soft body was draped over my legs, and the smell of sex was overpowering. As I started to extricate myself, the girls stirred and gathered their limbs in some sort of order. Tousled heads lifted weakly, bleary eyes cracking open. "Are we dead? asked a weak voice. "Did you fuck us to death, John. I swear you fucked us to death!" 

"No such luck," I replied, equally croaky. "You are all still alive, and your parents will be here in a few hours. I think it would be ill advised to let them find us like this." Groaningly, they stirred themselves enough to get up and go to the bathroom. Oohs, and Ouch's came in short order as they surveyed the damage to their bodies. "Where is the rest of the army that fucked us?" asked Alex in a bewildered voice. "I must have had at least a dozen of them all by myself."

I felt better already. 

We got going, no one wanted there to be any visible sign of our evening activities. By 7:30 we were more or less presentable. The shower was a bittersweet affair, more washing than sex play, lovers that had had their last tryst, knowing it was all over. 

I inspected them once again before their panties went on, front and back. Everything was clean and tasted fresh. We all looked at each other, suddenly aware that it was all but over. "John...", said Karen hesitantly. "This time here..." She trailed off again, unable to find the right words.

"I know, Karen," I smiled wistfully. "I feel that way, too. Life will be pretty tame up here without you four." 

"You know, we are going to say goodbye with our parents right there", said Alex, suddenly unhappy. "I can't even kiss you goodbye properly. I am going to say goodbye now!" She reached out and took my hand, snuggled closed and looked up into my eyes. "Thank you for everything, John,"she said, her eyes misting over. "You have been so wonderful to us, - to me. I, - I... I love you!" She threw her arms around my neck and hung on for dear life. 

I held her close and kissed her head. "I love you too, Alex," I said softly, "but you will find someone to be 'in love' with, and then you will understand the difference." 

The other three came close as well, each of them kissing me softly in turn. We all hugged close, in an embrace full of love and caring and respect. I felt so close to each of them at that time, - it was somehow more intimate than even our most intense lovemaking. That had been mingled with healthy doses of lust, this was somehow pure and clean.

"I love you, John!" "I love you, Karen." 

"I love you so much, John." I love you too, Sandy." 

I love you John, - you are one hot dude". I laughed. "I love you too, Alya, - you're quite a firecracker yourself." 

We stood there quietly holding each other for a little longer, then with a sigh, we broke up, the ritual completed, the play over, the book read and put down.

We were having breakfast when the two cars pulled up outside. "Did you have a good night's sleep, girls?" George was full of bonhomie and in command of the situation. The girls were impeccable. "Oh yes, dad. We have slept so well here every night" Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. George was no dummy, though, he suspected, oh yes he suspected, but he kept his mouth shut. "I have a lot to thank you for, John," he said. What you have done for my daughter and I, is something I will always remember. She seems so much more grown up. Thanks you for giving her the patience and caring to let her become herself".




Hobson's Choice Ch. 03



Jesus! He knows! I thought, hoping I hadn't gone pale.

We started loading the rented car, exchanged information like addresses and phone numbers and instructions for the car. The girls would stop by on the way back from camp, stay the night, drop off the rental and drive their own car home. I was all for that plan.

Dia pulled me aside. You have been very good for these girls, John," she said seriously, but with a little smile lurking in her eyes. They seem so close now, like sisters. And they think the world of you, that's obvious." I hemmed and hawed and shuffled my feet. "Oh shucks, maam, 'twas nothing." She grinned. You don't fool me, John Hobson! My daughter doesn't look at anyone like that over 'nothing', you know"

The other two mothers joined us. "This is a great place, John," said Laura with a smile. But it must have been crowded with four girls here. I fell right in it, hook line and sinker.

"No that was no problem," I said cheerfully. There is plenty of sleeping space for the girls, and I was quite comfortable on the sofa bed." 

So no sense of being invaded, then?" Anita chipped in. "None at all, - it was fun to have some company for a change" Deeper and deeper I went. "Would you do it again, then?" asked Dia. Now I saw the pit opening before me, but it was already too late. "Sure", I said with false bravado, - "Why?"

"George needs to get back, but we were going to ask if we could stay here a few days, said Laura, with a glint in her eye. " Get to know you a bit better, and try some of the things our daughters did when they were here..."