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Rainbow Club Ch. 01

By: GasPedalJoe



It was my sixth week working for Pierson-Franks in Smithfield, doing computer consulting work. Pretty boring, the work itself, but I didn't mind it. I figured the interesting contracts were actually the hard ones, and didn't feel badly about coasting through a few assignments because a couple of my more recent jobs were quite challenging.

I had fallen into the habit of staying over every other weekend, and here I was again. Not traveling back saved me a bit of money, as it was actually cheaper than flying back and forth just for the two days at home. If I could get back to take care of my personal matters twice a month, that was enough. I had become a real road warrior.

Another habit I had developed was ending my Friday with a few drinks and a hamburger down at Smithfield Junction, the local bar.

On Friday of that sixth week, I had worked until about nine o'clock and went in to see a couple of the regulars who I had talked with on occasion. The food was decent, and I could walk to my hotel without worrying about driving after drinking. It was my chance to cut loose, and relax.

While the food was good and the locals were friendly, the real appeal of the tavern was, however, the staff. A few cute girls worked there, and that fact seemed to bring in plenty of single women. Over the years, I had developed a theory that bars with a female staff made female customers feel at-ease.

I had a few interesting conversations with the some of the female customers, as well as the girls on the staff, but never made any progress. While I'd love to get laid, I would have also settled for a couple of dates. Traveling so much has made me successful financially, but not exactly happy with my social life or romantic prospects. On some trips, I found myself downright frustrated with sexual need.

Probably the only drawback to Smithfield Junction was that it closed early. It was located amidst rows of low-density commercial buildings. I figured that it was loaded at lunch, with workers ordering out or sneaking a mid-day drink before getting back to the grind. The evening crowd was pretty scant, and so the place shut-down before midnight.

Jamie was the bartender tonight, and she recognized me. It was comforting to have a bottle ready right when I sat down.

"Hey, Joe!" she greeted me.

"Hi, Jamie."

"The usual?"

"Yeah, I guesso."

"Okay. How's it going? You look tired."

I thought for a bit. "No, I guess I'm not. Just relaxed," I told her.

"Good for you!"

She turned and walked towards the kitchen to enter my order. We had talked a few times before: she was a senior at Smithfield State University, and was figuring on a career in geological engineering. She was three years younger than me, and had lived in Smithfield since her dad retired about six years ago.

My eyes followed Jamie as she went away. She was cute. In her green polo shirt and beige shorts she looked very attractive, in fact. Her legs were toned though not exactly tanned. Her sandy blonde hair was in a neat pony tail behind her neck, and her shorts fit perfectly. I admired her thighs and ass, smooth and thin, round and supple under the fabric.

Alex, one of the more interesting locals pulled up a stool next to me, and he and I chatted a bit. While I ate my burger, I had a few beers and carried on our conversation. We talked mostly about sports. The Smithfield Spartans were in a race with my hometown team, the Algerville Devils, for the national title. We argued about their running games, and the chances each team had.

Karen was one of the waitresses and stopped by to bring Alex drinks every so often. Like Jamie, Karen was also a looker. Her eyes were absolutely haunting, a light grey that sparked from under her curled brown bangs. We had first talked when I brought my laptop in with a stack of papers and spent my Friday evening working instead of unwinding. She hadn't shared much about herself, but seemed very energetic.

Alex and I got into it a bit, excited about the playoffs. And I didn't realize it at the time, but looking back at it, I should have noticed that Jamie began flirting a bit. She asked Alex, "Aren't men cute when they talk about sports?" before starting at me while waiting for Alex to answer. Karen had stopped by just in time to hear her question.

I lauged. "It can get ugly."

She smiled at me and said: "I couldn't imagine that."

Karen agreed, "Not with those two."

But before I could respond, Alex had drawn me back in with a comment about the Devil's running back. We resumed our discussion for a while, but his friends ended up calling him away to leave for another bar, and left me with Karen and Jamie.

I ordered one more beer and went back to the men's room. On the way back to the bar, I bumped into Ellen. She was sometimes the bartender, but was working tables tonight. She was taller than Jamie, and I imagined that she had incredible breasts. She always wore her green polo shirt unbuttoned, and the fabric stretched around her shoulders and chest. Her auburn hair was curly, in ringlets and swirls, compared to Karen's darker wavy locks.

We exchanged some pleasantries before I went back to the bar and got to work on my last beer. I suppose I fell into watching the television behind the bar as I didn't notice the time pass until Jamie stopped by and told me it was past last call.

"Oh, gosh!" I told her, belying my surprise. "I guess I'll get out of your way."

"Actually," she said, "you're welcome to stay. I have a few more things to clean up. Give me your credit card and we can settle the tab. But I'll buy you one more beer, if you like."

"Well, nothing tastes better than free beer," I smiled.

She giggled. "I knew you'd like that." She brought me another one, and then disappeared towards the kitchen again. Her smile was beautiful and her teeth were very white. I thought about what it would be like to sleep with her, to have her in my arms. Then, I got realistic: I'd have to muster-up the courage to ask her out, first. Then my work schedule, and all the problems of being from out of town.

The last customer left his sit-down table towards the back, and was saying goodbye to Karen. She locked the door behind him, and then helped Ellen bus the table. They returned to the front just as Jamie reappeared.

"We're outta here!" they announced in unison.

"Already?" Jaime asked.

"Yeah, we closed out and put our paperwork in Doug's office before that last guy left," said Ellen.

Karen had been looking at me and now looked at Jamie. "Should we catch up with you later?"

Jamie smiled. "Probably. I'll call you and let you know for sure." 

"Okay." Ellen and Karen moved to go.

"Big night out?" I asked Jamie.

"You know," she said, and moved to lean over the bar in front of me. "I actually wanted to ask you something."

"What's that?" I had no idea what was coming. But I figured I'd flirt a bit, and see what she wanted. I leaned towards her over the bar, my elbows on the edge and my hands ahead of me.

"I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you seem like a really nice guy."

"Okay," I laughed nervously. What could she be driving at?

"Ellen and Karen and I are great friends, and we have a little club and we want you to be at one of our meetings."

"Ah, I guess so. What kind of club?"

"A rainbow club," Jamie told me. She looked me right in the eye, as if she was expecting a reaction.

"A rainbow club? What's that?"

"Well," she drew out. She glanced down and grasped one of my fingers. "Have you ever gotten a blowjob from a girl who was wearing lipstick?"

I was surprised, but very intrigued. I felt myself flush. "I, uh—"

"And her lipstick left a ring around your cock?"

"I guess—"

Jamie pressed on. "Well, imagine if three girls took turns giving you a blow job, and they'd leave three rings of lipstick on your dick. Like a little rainbow."

I laughed. "Wow."

"So do you want to try it?" Her fingers swirled around mine, pulling the length of my digit, as if she was using her fingers to give my fingers a tiny demonstration of oral sex.

"Who? You mean, you? You and them? You and Ellen, and Karen?"

"Yeah. We all like you, and we agreed that you'd be the first guy we'd do in our club."

"You're kidding," I told her.

"No, we're not. We all think you're really cute." At her compliment, I felt my resolve steel. She went on to matter-of-factly explain that she and her friends had agreed that they'd never fight over a man they were all attracted to. Instead, they would share him and get it over with, and then move on.

"Move on, huh?"

"Well, it would just be about the one night. You know," she tapered off, measuring my reaction. "About the sex."

I nodded. "I'm really flattered."

She smiled. "You should be. We're throwing ourselves at you!" We both laughed. Then, she asked: "Are you into it?"

What a question. A part of me felt like a chump for taking her up on it. In a funny way, they would be using me. But why would I feel bad about that? I was already yearning for her. And I figured I was too busy to have a relationship. What possible negative consequence could come from letting her and her friends play with me like their little boy toy?

I realized I was staring at her, and I tried to look thoughtful. She was leaning forward over the bar, and in the subdued lighting her lips looked luscious. Her brown eyes were framed by her dark blonde hair, which reached just to her shoulders. Arching eyebrows, a thin nose, pretty cheeks, all contrasted with those thin lips.

Jamie's legs and ass were distracting to me before, as I was watching her walk away. Now, I couldn't even see them and they were burning in my mind.

"Sure," I said with some resolve, as if it had been a trying and torturous decision.

She smiled. "Are you still saying at the Crabtree Suites?" she asked softly.

"Yes."

"Give me your key and we'll be over there to meet you. What's your room number?"

I stood up, and produced my key from my pocket. "Thirty-six," I told her.

"Okay. We'll be there before you know it."

"I hope so," I told her.

On my walk back to the hotel, my mind was racing. At one side of the parking lot, I bristled with excitement about what was going to happen. I couldn't wait to see the girls, to have them suck me off under the guise of their club. But by the time I was at the other side of the parking lot, walking towards the main entrance of the hotel to get a new key for myself, I decided that they would just make a fool of me. I'd be the laughing stock of the bar, and the little comfort I had made for myself while away from home would be toppled.

With my new key in hand, I opened my door. The hotel room was quite spacious though rather inexpensive. Smithfield hadn't really exploded into a booming metropolis, but did have a thriving business community. The hotel hadn't adjusted its rates yet, and I was in one of the least expensive two-bedroom suites. These "extended-stay" hotels were quite comfortable; the room featured a large television—by hotel standards, anyway—and a small gas fireplace.

The kitchen overlooked the sitting room through a small breakfast bar with three stools. In the sitting room, there were several windows as the room fit into the corner of the building. It was ingeniously designed to use little space, but still be quite comfortable for a variety of needs. A large couch backed against one of the outside walls, and was capped by end tables. In front of it was a wide coffee table.

Facing the coffee table and another couch was a loveseat. That gas fireplace was in the middle of the far wall, and the television was in the corner past the end of the loveseat. Behind the loveseat, a low half-wall acted as a small counter top and divided the space between the sitting room and the dining area, where a circular table could seat four guests. A sliding glass door opened onto a small patio and near the window was a desk with a comfortable office chair on wheels.

As I walked through the room, I thought about how it was just a little awkward but clearly used the area of the suite very efficiently. I found regular hotel rooms to be over-decorated, dominated by noisy bedspreads, clashing carpets, and busy artwork. Suite hotels seemed to be decorated a little more tastefully, even if they were somewhat bland.

Reaching the edge of the half-wall, I flipped the fireplace on and turned on a reading lamp. Nervous with anticipation, I trembled just a little bit. I returned to the front of the suite, entered the bathroom by the front door opposite the kitchen, and began brushing my teeth. While I brushed, I promised myself that I wouldn't feel insulted that the girls wouldn't stop by.

I hadn't been lucky enough to get head from a girl on the first date since college, probably. And here I was facing the possibility of oral sex from three girls, together, on the same night? That kind of idea was too good to be true, and that never happened to anyone like me. Why would even one of those girls do something like this with me?

As I wiped my face, I kicked off my shoes and un-tucked my shirt. Looking into the mirror, I thought about myself for a bit. Things were going well for me. My consulting business was starting to pick up, and this easier assignment was just what I needed before I executed the next steps in my plan: hire a couple of employees and try to set-up a permanent office. Even if my professional expansion plans didn't work out, things wouldn't be bad for me.

In the mirror, I noticed that my short brown hair was a little out of place, and I was getting a bit of a shadow on my chin. My shoulders were broad, and I always considered them my best feature. They made my shirts look almost perfect, like they were still on a mannequin at the department store. My chest was pronounced, but not very intimidating.

Well, why wouldn't they? If they were into this kind of thing, they should pick someone like me. I'm not intimidating, I'm not powerful. They've talked to me on many different occasions, and I'm always polite. Being on the road all the time, I've put on a couple of pounds, but I'm still young and I look great. I'm a great catch, and a perfect member for their so-called club. Those sluts would be stupid not to want to fuck me.

Or not. I sighed. The girls wouldn't come over, and I'd feel a fool. It would take the wind out of my sails, and there'd be no way that I'd start my business—not to mention finish work here in this town.

My worries were again blossoming when I heard a soft knock at the door. The door opened as I stepped from the bathroom toward the entry way.

The three girls were there, letting themselves in. 

"Hello, Joe," Jamie said. She, like Karen, was wearing a trench coat. Karen was carrying a small carry-on bag. Ellen was wearing a slinky black dress. I glanced at it; it was loose, but clinging to her over her hips and at her chest. Her dress seemed to shimmer, but was not shiny; I could see the dull fabric moving over her body like a loose cocoon. The swell of her bosom was easily visible under the stretchy fabric.

At once, I was overwhelmed with relief and excitement. "Uh," I gulped. "Hi."

Karen smiled. "Are you ready to have some fun with us?"

"Yeah," I said. My thoughts were soaring. I was thinking that I couldn't believe this was happening, and then I decided that I would just accept it. It was real, they were here. The more confident I was, the happier I would be. Now that they were here, I had nothing to doubt. 

I held the door open, and Ellen walked past Jamie and me into the room. She immediately moved to the far window and drew the blinds, then started walking towards the window on the other side of the room. Naturally, I followed her in to the center of the suite, near the breakfast nook.

"Jamie already told you what this is all about, didn't she?" asked Karen.

"Yes, she did."

"Good." Karen sounded like she was all business. "Before we start, there's a few things we need to talk about," she said. Ellen had closed blinds over the far window, and was moving towards the kitchen to pull the shade over the small window over the stove.

"You and I haven't spoken much, but Jamie says you're a sweet guy. We want to have a little fun with you, and then that's it. If you turn into some kind of freak, or stalk us, or come looking for anything like a relationship, we'll make your life very hard."

I smiled. Karen didn't smile, so I realized how serious she was. "I understand," I told her as I wiped the grin from my face.

Her bright grey eyes glinted at me. "Good. Ellen is going to take a look around. Is she going to find any video tape equipment or cameras?"

"Uh, no," I told her.

"We don't want this to be on the Internet, or to find that you're planning on extorting us. She's going to check. I'm a registered nurse, Joe."

"Where do you work?" It was my natural reaction to start a conversation when someone shared something about themselves. I guess I had willed my jitters away.

This time, Karen did smile. "At the SSU hospital, for now. But I'm going to examine you for any signs of—well, anything that would cause a problem. Drop your drawers."

"Uh," I stammered.

"Don't you want to get started?"

"Yeah." I undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I pulled them off, and stood in my briefs.

"Those, too. And you might as well take off your shirt, as well," Karen told me. She knelt and took a pair of latex gloves from the carry-on she had brought into my room.

I obediently unbuttoned my shirt, and tossed it over the dining chair. Ellen had returned from the back room, and nodded at Jamie. They both joined Karen standing in a loose half-circle around me as I removed my shorts. Karen snapped on her gloves while I fumbled the waistband over my hardening cock. It arched in front of me, growing slowly.

After snapping the gloves on, she manipulated me coldly and clinically, but I was aroused by her proximity and gentle touch. My cock continued to slowly swell under her fingers. She examined my balls, spread her gloved fingertips through my pubic hair, and looked closely at my penis.

"It looks like you're quite healthy," she announced, and snapped off the gloves.

"I didn't find anything, either" said Ellen of her counter-espionage tour. The girls all smiled at the two doses of good news.

Ellen and Karen turned to Julie, who stepped forward, towards me, and opened her coat. When she shrugged it off, she revealed her beautiful body. Her feet were covered in dark red, open and strappy high-heels. She had stockings on her legs, but no garter belt. Her upper thighs were thin and the elastic in the lacy bands of the leggings clung to her. The lace pattern of her scant panties matched that in the bands of her stockings. The front of her panties was tall, almost to her belly-button, but the high cut thighs and thin lace pattern were hardly modest. The fabric, in fact, betrayed some of her pubic hair; faint, golden, and much lighter than that on her head. 

Enchanted by her ass and legs, I had never taken notice of her breasts before. She was wearing a push-up, open-cup bra that cradled her tits gently. The under-wire of the bra was wrapped in gauzy lace fabric that matched her panties and stockings. Her nipples were round and pink, thick and puffy cones at the end of her round mounds. They ended in tiny brown buds, capping their wonderful shape just perfectly. I stared and gawked.

"As you know," Jamie began as she took another step towards me, "I'm studying geology." She gently grasped my erection as she reached me, wrapping a hand around my waist and pressing her thigh against my side. "I can't add much to our verification process except to say, that, well," she paused. She stroked my cock once, slowly and delicately.



Rainbow Club Ch. 01



"You're rock hard."

All the girls giggled, and I laughed, too. She broke the ice very effectively with her joke.

Karen removed her trench coat. She was wearing boots that ended at her thighs, just a few inches over her knees. Their deep chocolate color accented her hair and made her tanned skin appear glowing and healthy. The boots were soft and thick, probably made of calfskin. They were tapered and fit her shapely shins, while the material over the knee was baggy and wrinkled. She wasn't wearing panties; her cunt was clearly visible to me, a cleft of skin under a closely trimmed brown patch of hair. Her breasts were larger than Julie's, though not nearly as big as Ellen's. She wore a supple calfskin leather bra, also brown like her boots. Its shiny color and stiff lines strained against the soft round shape of her breasts.

"We're going to suck you off, Joe. Each of us."

"I can't wait." I blurted. Then, I stammered: "I, uh..."

"What is it?" Karen was still direct, but lost some of her edge. 

"Is there anything I can do for you? I don't really like things to be so, um, one-sided."

Ellen smiled broadly. "It's our fantasy, Joe. We want to suck you off. There's nothing that would please us more—that's the point of our club, to put three rings of lipstick around your cock." She paused to glance at my cock.

After Jamie's touch, I was certainly at full-mast. When I'm erect, my cock points straight up at my stomach. It's about seven inches long, and I'm circumcised. My length is above normal; my previous lovers have told me as much. But my cock is somewhat thin, and capped by a head that's slightly wider than my shaft.

"But we'll see where things go," Ellen finished.

"Well, I want to fuck him after we're done," said Jamie.

"I think I will, too," said Karen.

Jamie turned to face me, and began kissing me. My cock brushed against her belly, scuffing the lace of her panties and pressing at the small of her soft, firm belly.

She broke our kiss. "Are you ready to get started, Joe?"

I looked over her shoulder at the other girls, then back at her. "I would say so!"

Jamie smiled. "I would say so, too."

As I glanced at the other women, I noticed their lipstick. Jamie was wearing a light pink, glossy color. Her lips were puffy but not full, just as luscious as they looked in the bar but now wet and shiny with her makeup. Karen's lips were a dark red, deep as a glass of wine, thick and puffy. Ellen had a light beige color on her thin lips, which lightened her face under her dark hair and contrasted with her black dress.

My eyes latched on Ellen. "Why are you dressed up?"

Ellen smiled. "I'm not wearing anything underneath this," she answered as Jamie pressed against me and started kissing me again. I embraced her, caressing her back from her shoulders to her ass. I moved one hand through her hair, brushing it back then collecting it in my hand.

Jamie's nipples were pressing gently against my chest, firm and warm points on her soft plaster breasts. She broke our kiss, and arched her back. "Do you like that? The way I press against your cock?"

"Yes, I do."

"Mmm. I know something else you'll like."

"Yeah?"

She kissed my shoulder just once and bent down just a bit to run her tongue gently around my nipple. She suckled me, and my head swam. These beautiful women were all ready to service me, and I felt energized. I vowed to cut through them like butter, to tease them until they begged and satisfy them until they whimpered.

I closed my eyes and sighed. Jamie was swirling her tongue around my nipple, then suckling it again. When I opened my eyes, I found that Ellen and Karen had stepped towards each other. Karen seemed to be grasping Ellen's hair, and Ellen was gently caressing Karen's breast through her brown leather bra.

"Oh, gosh," I mumbled.

Jamie looked up. "I knew you'd like that," she said, and then she noticed my gaze at her friends. She glanced at Ellen and Karen and then she smiled up at me and said: "I knew you'd like that, too. Why don't you watch them while I suck your cock?"

Despite my vow, I was overwhelmed. "Uh," I stammered.

Jamie moved gracefully to her knees and caressed my hips and thighs. Her hands touched my knees, then wrapped behind my legs and traced up my backside. Grasping my ass, she leaned forward and licked my penis just under the tip of my head. The feeling of her moist tongue lapping at me flared my desire, and I felt my dick throb and stretch at her.

With her hands on my butt, she tilted her head and lapped at my balls. Her cheek brushed against my shaft as she used her tongue to moisten my sack, then drew one of my testicles towards her lips. I spread my legs slightly to stabilize myself, and that had the side-effect of allowing her better access to my groin.

Jamie was kneeling before me with her feet under her ass and I was looking down at her, watching her ministrations on my member and enjoying the feelings they created. She was leaning forward just slightly. I touched her hair, and she looked up at me, staring deeply into my eyes. I collected her hair and drew it to one side and flipped it over her shoulder. Her breasts were swelling over the open cups of her push-up bra.

Looking up, I saw Ellen now standing in front of Karen and both of the women were facing me. Ellen was watching Jamie intently as Karen looked at me over Ellen's shoulder. Karen's hands were visible at Ellen's sides, caressing her sides gently, though not yet touching her ass or breasts.

Jamie let my shaft fall from her mouth as she pressed her tongue flatly against my sack. She lapped at me, from bottom to top, slowly wetting the underside of my cock. When she reached the top, she pressed her cheek against me and moved he head back down towards my balls. With her tongue flat against me, she lapped against my shaft again.

This time, when she reached the top, she rose slightly and kissed the head of my penis. First, tenderly; then again with her lips slightly opened.

"She's going to put his cock in her mouth," said Ellen in just more than a whisper.

"Yeah, she is. I bet you can't wait to do that," said Karen.

Jamie kissed my dick a third time, her lips parting and spreading over my head. Her tongue made soft contact with my tip. My doubt of the girls' arrival had muted any anticipation I might have had, as did our quick start. I still was eager to be inside her, to be inside each of them. That moment arrived, and I flinched and then sighed.

"I can't. I want to go next," said Ellen.

Remaining focused on me, Jamie gently fit her lips around my corona and began caressing the tip of my penis with her tongue. The warmth and wetness of her mouth caused a wonderful sensation in me. I relaxed, focusing on how rigid I was and how her tongue and lips felt at the very end of my shaft.

She moved her tongue in a figure eight, in a zig-zag shape. She swirled it around me, then broke her engagement. She looked up at me with my cock less than an inch from her face. Her bright brown eyes, framed by her much lighter hair, tugged at my desire. Her sexy lips were pursed slightly, coated thickly with her light pink gloss.

Without breaking our eye-contact, she parted her lips and put the head of my cock into her mouth. She gently sucked me in, caving her cheeks in, pulling me slightly into her mouth. I felt her lapping at my shaft, now, moistening it with her tongue inside my mouth.

"Ooooh," I sighed at the warmth spreading into me. I broke our gaze, and looked towards Ellen and Karen. Still standing behind her, Karen was unzipping Ellen's dress. Ellen seemed almost unaware of Karen's action, staring intently at Jamie and my dick in her mouth.

Karen pushed the dress forward and it fell from Ellen's shoulders, revealing her breasts to me for the first time. They were beautiful, large and bold and round. I gazed at them, trapped in wonder, as I felt Jamie move her lips gently over my cock. They were high on her chest, but not unnatural. Her tits drooped provocatively, laying over her ribcage with a shapely curve. Her areolas were not broad and rather faint, pink against her lightly tanned skin.

Karen rolled Ellen's dress around her waist so it wouldn't fall off her body, though it seemed to be supported amply by her hips. She stood behind Ellen, just to her left, and reached both hands around her friend's body and began caressing her breasts. Ellen didn't move, and stood watching her friend attend to me. I thought I could notice Ellen's nipples hardening as Karen moved her hands over them.

"Aren't they fantastic?" asked Karen.

Since she had started fellating my cock, Jamie's hands had never left my ass. But they did then, as she turned to look at Karen and Ellen. She grasped my cock and stroked it gently between her fingers. Her hands were soft and tiny, and I loved their delicate touch on my prick. Her saliva had lubricated my shaft adequately, so her slow tugs didn't move my skin and instead just slipped over my length. She ended at the base of my wide head, then slipped slowly back down to the root of my shaft.

I was speechless. "Oh, yeah, they are!" Jamie answered for me. She turned to me, and asked "Doesn't Ellen have the best tits?" 

Still stymied, I couldn't answer. She glanced down and noticed that a drop of precome had leaked from my cock. "Look, ladies! He's almost ready!" announced Jamie.

Ellen shifted to watch as Jamie pointed her tongue and scooped the droplets of fluid from my hole, twisting her tongue under my frenulum. I sighed.

"That is so hot, Jesus Christ," mumbled Ellen. Karen had begun tugging on Ellen's nipples, pulling them away from her body then pressing her hands hard into her flesh. Ellen stood upright again, leaning back into Karen. "Yeah," she sighed. I was surprised that Karen was so rough with her friends' breasts, and also marveled at how much she seemed to enjoy it.

Now that Ellen was excited, her thin areolas crumpled into smaller little nubs. Her nipples weren't any longer, but they now sat higher on the darker, engorged skin. Karen cupped her friend's breasts, then rubbed her palm over her nipples, then tugged them. Her rough kneading made Ellen quiet with excitement.

Jamie's hand returned to my ass as my dick again parted her lips. She began sucking me in earnest. Letting her lips gently close around my shaft, she drew her breath in, sucking and slurping at me until I felt myself brush the back of her mouth. She exhaled through her mouth, still keeping her lips tense around my penis, until I almost exited her mouth.

"That feels fantastic," I told her. So she did it again, and again, still slowly. She let me escape her mouth, but swirled her tongue around my head again. Jamie drew me into her mouth, sucking more aggressively this time. As I felt myself reach the back of her throat, she paused and raised her hips. She leaned forward just a bit more than before, and I could feel her throating me. 

"She's got his whole cock in there!" exclaimed Ellen. I could only grunt, but I instinctively reached for Jamie's hair. I gently grasped the locks I had pushed aside earlier to gently hold her head in one hand as I used the other to balance myself against the edge of the breakfast bar.

Karen cried, "Suck him off! Make him cum, girl!" I glanced over at her, and she was still behind Ellen, cupping her breasts and lifting them up towards her chest from behind. Ellen was leaning forward, grinding her ass back into Karen's thigh.

Jamie cupped my balls gently with one hand and kept the other on my ass. She gently twisted her head, rubbing my cock deep in her throat. After a few seconds, she pulled away dragging her lips along my shaft. She caught her breath with her tongue fluttering over the tip of my penis before she swallowed me again.

My balls tightened in her fingers, constricting. I was getting ready to burst, and I savored the feeling. Watching this beautiful blonde girl engulf my dick as her friends looked on gave me a sick sense of pride; I felt like some kind of hero. "I'm getting close," I warned her.

My cocksucker pursed her lips around me again, sucking me into her mouth and to the back of her throat. She stopped shy of throating me this time, and instead swirled her tongue around my shaft. It was all I could take.

"That's it," I told her in a grunt. And it was, it was all that I could stand. Jamie released me from her mouth and pointed my cock at her own chest. She gently stroked me as I heaved and bucked. I squirted a ribbon of come at her and it landed over her left breast in a splat. I noticed her peach-colored nails in my thin pubic hair, wrapped around my dick.

I grunted, and then released another spurt. "Yeah," she said. And then another, and a fourth. With each wave, Jamie stroked me once and held me pointing at her chest.

"Oooh, baby," she said. She was looking down and watching splashes hit her chest, at my thick ejaculate decorating the front of her body. My first milky splatter was down her left breast towards her nipple. At the center of her chest, a large arc of cum curved over her cleavage and was trickling between her breasts. One of my last emissions was on the top of her right mound, spreading around her firm globe in a shiny coating.

I let go of one additional weaker wave as my orgasm began to subside. Jamie didn't pump my dick; instead, she leaned forward and took it eagerly into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the rope of semen that I had produced. She sucked it between her lips, then engulfed my penis and pulled me deeply into her warm mouth.

"Ohhhh, God!" I grunted. My last wave would have probably been weak, but Jamie's surprise attack sustained my climax. My loins clenched as her face pushed forward onto me, and I felt nothing leave my body. I quickly clenched again as she was withdrawing, and a substantial amount of juice left me. It splashed into her mouth and coated her lips.

"Look at all that paste!" cried Ellen. 

Jamie looked up, straight into my eyes, still holding my cock. The tip of my dick dropped from her lips, which were not quite as pink as they were before and were coated with my spunk. She gurgled my come like a baby, pushing it towards the front of her mouth and showing me what she had. She noisily sucked the wad into her mouth and closed her eyes sensually as she swallowed, opening them again slowly and looking into my eyes.

Another short rope of ejaculate hung from my cock, and she extended her tongue to gather it up. Ellen collected it and then traced it back to my dickhead, which she gave a final kiss before standing. As she rose, she carefully pressed her breasts against me to brush her nipples along my skin, but didn't disturb the cream all over her chest.

She kissed me gently. "That was really fun. I liked making you cum," she whispered.

"It was very satisfying."

"I want to fuck you later," she said, and broke my embrace.

Before I could say anything, Ellen interjected. "Is it my turn?" she asked, an eager expression on her face.

Karen seemed to be taking something of a dominant role. She told Ellen that it was, indeed, her turn to service me. Then she directed Jamie: "Why don't you come over here Jamie, and show me what he gave you?"

Ellen walked over to me. "I bet you're good in bed," she said.

I smiled at her. "Let's find out," I said.

She smiled. She took my hand, and led me to the couch. Karen had pushed the coffee table aside, towards the fireplace, and Jamie stood near the loveseat. I sat down on the couch, and Ellen sat next to me on the edge of the cushions facing toward me. 

"Do you recover quickly?" she asked, glancing at my cock. I looked down at it. I was about half-hard, and my body was tingling. After such a forceful orgasm, I couldn't imagine receiving more stimulation—but I longed to have each of these women service me, and then please each of them in turn.

And surely enough, my dick had a slight pink sheen to it. It was barely noticeable at the far end, but closer to me it ended in a definite ring exactly the shade of Ellen's lipstick.

Just as Karen said something I couldn't quite hear, Ellen asked: "What turns you on? I hope you like girls with big boobs."

I smiled at her. "You have a wonderful chest." Some movement caught my eye, and I looked away. I noticed Karen and Jamie standing toe-to-toe, embracing almost as if they were going to dance. Karen pulled away and then began lapping my jism off Jamie's chest.

"Oh, oh, god," Jamie said. She reached up and held her own breasts, squeezing them together and lifting them just a little more than her salacious bra did. 

"Wow," Ellen murmured. "Let's watch them," she said. She twisted towards me, pressing one of her naked breasts against my upper arm. It was soft and fleshy, firm and warm. I raised my arm and wrapped it around her, and she immediately cuddled towards me, pressing that pleasure pillow into my side. 

As we watched Karen lapped my juice off Jamie's tits, I lifted my other hand, shifted towards Ellen, and began caressing her other breast.

"This is so hot," she breathed in my ear.

With my come covering her lips, Karen kissed Jamie. I could tell they were sharing my juices. Karen had cleaned my spray from Jamie's right breast, and began plucking at her nipple. I noted that she treated Jamie's chest far more tenderly than she had touched Ellen's earlier. But the effect was the similar; Jamie was clearly aroused, leaning gently towards Karen.

They suddenly sat down together.

"What was it like?" Karen asked Jamie as she began cleaning off her other breast with her tongue, lapping up my fluids.

"He's delicious, and his head is so huge," she said, looking at me.

"It is," Ellen said to me, looking down into my lap. I removed my right hand from her breast to clear my view and found that my cock was again fully erect.

"You must really like my big titties," said Ellen.

"I think they're wonderful," I told her. It was true; I had never seen such large breasts that seemed so perfectly formed. They were round and firm, drooping just a little under their own weight. Her nipples were still crinkled, just like they were when Karen was playing roughly with them. The tiny nipples on her huge melons were incredibly sexy.

"Yeah? Are you sure?" she teased. "Do you want a closer look, lover?" she said, and she stood. Ellen hiked up the bottom of her dress as she stood. She turned, then straddled me as I sat on the couch, and leaned forward so her breasts were at eye level. She cupped one of her breasts and held it for me.

She blocked my view of Jamie and Karen, but I could hear them talking. As I lapped at Ellen's nipple, Karen said: "He does taste very sweet, like warm honey. And your boobs look great in this little thing," she said.

I moved my hands to Ellen's waist. I had been swirling my tongue around her nipple, then I pointed my tongue and pressed into it. She sighed, "That's good, yeah," and grasped the back of my head, pulling me towards her. I touched the skin on the small of her back, and then groped at her ass through the thin fabric of her dress.

"Did it make you hot, sucking his cock?" Karen asked Jamie.

"Oh, yeah, I'm aching," Jamie said. I couldn't see her with Ellen in my lap. "This is all getting me so excited; I can't believe we're finally doing it."

"Get the other one, lover," said Ellen breathlessly. She shifted to her left and cupped her right breast for me. I began lapping at it, but she grasped the back of my head and pulled me into her soft flesh. "Harder, God. You're making me wet," she said.

I pressed my face into her breast, and sucked her nipple into my mouth. I opened my mouth a little more than I had before, rolling my lips over my teeth and sucked even harder.

"Shit, yeah," she sighed. Ellen wiggled her hips and I felt her thighs come in contact with my cock. "It feels like you're hard enough, now," she said. She stood up and pushed her dress off over her hips. It fell into a pile. She immediately turned and walked towards the kitchen but I caught a glimpse of her pussy: it was shaved clean.




Rainbow Club Ch. 01



Across the room, Karen said: "Show me."

Jamie pushed her shoulders into the sofa and planted her feet on the floor. She raised her hips and hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her panties. Our eyes locked as she pushed them down her legs. Despite her awkward pose, my appreciation of her beauty grew. Her legs were shapely but thin, and her ass was tight but her hips were quite wide. Her arms were thin, and her hands so soft and delicate.

Her lacey britches were past her knees, and she kept pushing, straining to remove them. With little support from her unsuitable bra, her breasts rocked gently on her chest. Ellen's stomach was muscular, her torso well defined. Her hips were wide but high, like the muscles in her gut. Over her hips, two small valleys met in a vee towards her mons. She wasn't clean-shaven like Ellen. She had a neat stripe of pubic hair but the outer lips of her pussy were glabrous.

Jamie rested her ass back on the sofa and kicked her panties to one side, giving me a better view of her tulip. It was puffy and sopping wet. Her tiny pink lips were parted and covered in a thin shiny mucous. Karen slipped towards the edge of their loveseat and said "You're just about dripping, girl."

Ellen returned from her walk. Her gait was beautiful in her heels, her thighs thicker than both Karen and Jamie, but just as shapely. Buck naked, I saw her breasts jiggle and her ass twitch with each step. She was carrying a tiny blue bottle and a towel.

She kneeled before me and pushed my knees apart. "You're going to get a good titty fuck, and after that I'm going to suck you off, Joe." She raised herself on her knees, and flipped open the lid on the little bottle. "I love the berry flavor," she told me. She poured a dollop on her finger, then extended it to me to taste. I licked it from her finger while looking into her eyes.

"That's good," I said.

"It gets better," she told me. She poured some on her chest, focusing on her cleavage. Grasping my hand, she pressed it against her chest. "Spread it around for yourself."

I spread the slippery fluid up and down between her breasts, then over the front of her mounds. Her skin was incredibly smooth, and the lubricant felt wonderful on her flesh. Her breasts felt supple and firm as my hand slid over them easily. I had wondered if they were real, or surgically enhanced. They felt soft and supple, but still so huge and impressive, against her thin frame.

"Mmm, nice," she said, handing me the towel. She then grasped my thighs with her hands and tugged me so that I shifted my hips forward. I was slouching on the couch, and she leaned forward and rubbed her breasts on me. It felt great; I stared at my cock as it was covered by the lubricant slowly dripping from her body onto mine. She shifted and rubbed and moved so that her breasts massaged my meat gently.

"Let's get onto the floor," she said. She stood up, laid on her back with her head towards the front door and at an angle between the two sofas. Using the bottle directly, she poured just a little more lube onto her chest. As I straddled her, I looked up at Jamie.

Karen was looking at Jamie, too. Karen told Jamie: "Go ahead, I want to watch you."

Jaime's response was to shift her body down on the sofa, towards the corner and not much unlike I had been sitting earlier. She began touching herself, using her fingers to move her engorged and wet lips from side to side.

I spread my knees, lowering my body and positioning my cock between Ellen's full tits. She pressed her breasts together and I couldn't see my cock at all under them. "Yeah, lover. Fuck it, fuck my rack," she said.

Following her command, I rocked my hips forward and backward gently. The soft and slippery passage she made for me cradled my cock and seemed to get hotter as I moved within it. Her hands were slick with the lubricant and moved over her mounds.

"Yeah, that's it," she said. I kept rocking, but looked over at Jamie who's eyes were closed. She was rubbing her nipple gently with the palm of one hand. The fingertips of her other hand were gently rubbing her clit. She panted for breath.

"Finger yourself for me," Karen told her. It was becoming obvious that Karen slightly dominated the other girls; perhaps Jamie less so than Ellen. But they both followed her commands, as Jamie obediently did so then. She rocked her hips a little more, clutching her breast. She spread her lips with two fingers, and a visible wave of moisture seeped out of her pretty cunt.

Excited by Jamie, I rocked harder on Ellen's chest. "Yeah, go ahead lover, I can take it. Fuck my knockers, fuck my titties." She cupped her hands over her breasts, still squeezing them together to accommodate my dick. I could see her pinching her nipples between her fingers.

"Is she frigging herself? Does that make you hot?" Ellen asked me.

"Yeah," I said, my breath deepening. I began watching Jamie again. Her breathing was quickening, too, and she had a finger inside herself. I couldn't tell if she was rocking her hips or moving her hand more as she was a gentle sea of motion. She mewed, and sighed, then stopped to rub her hand up and down her pussy before inserting two fingers and continuing.

"Fuck my boobs, Joe," Ellen encouraged. "Fuck 'em until you want me to suck you off. Then just get onto the couch and I'll put your cock into my mouth," she promised me.

"Yeah," I said again. I rocked forward a little harder and Ellen shifted. I felt the knob of my cock pop from the top of her cleavage before I pulled it back down. Slipping the ridge of my dick in and out of her fleshy valley gave me a terrific sensation, and I could feel my loins begin to tighten. My balls were dragging against her belly, her huge tits encompassing my swollen cock.

Jamie grunted quietly. "Keep working it, girl. Cum for us. Everybody is watching you," Karen said.

At that, Jamie's eyes opened slowly and she found herself looking at me. I was pushing my dick along Ellen's chest as hard as I dared, pacing myself to plow each of these three beauties in at least two different ways. Jamie smiled at me gently, and lazily closed her eyes again as she continued tapping her fingers in and out of her pussy. I stared at Jamie's fingers, slick with her juice, and longed to be inside her.

"Yeah, nice and hard," Ellen encouraged me. As if she could read my mind, she added, "Fuck my tits like they're your new girlfriend's pussy." The thought of fucking Jamie tightened me up just enough. I rose off Ellen and moved to the couch opposite Jamie. From my new position, I could see everything she was doing even better than before.

Ellen immediately rose to her knees and moved across the floor. "I'm going to suck it off, soldier," Ellen announced as she moved between my knees, kneeling before me as I sat on the couch.

I watched Jamie, who was now cooing. She stopped pumping her fingers and patted her clit with her palm. "Unh," she said in her tiny voice. 

Ellen's mouth abruptly engulfed my cock, and I felt a surge of sexual aggression towards her. I rocked my hips forward, and put my fingers in her thick curly brown hair. She looked up at me with her dark eyes. I imagined that I could see encouragement and approval in her glance. 

Her technique was different than Jamie's. While I couldn't discern what she was specifically doing to me, being inside her mouth felt fantastic, swirling, and wet, and soft. Each of her intimate movements encouraged my lust. Her nostrils flared as she breathed, and I marveled at her thin lips stretching around my shaft. She twisted her head left and right. She pushed up and down on my cock a few times before I decided to take control by gripping her hair a little tighter and rocking her head the way I saw fit.

I looked up just as Karen turned away from Ellen and I. "She's got his dick in her mouth, now," she told Jamie. Jamie's eyes opened again. She didn't make eye contact with me, though; instead, she watched me bob Ellen's head on my cock.

Tugging her hair slightly, I got her to concentrate on my head. "Yeah, you little cocksucker. Work my knob," I breathed at her. Ellen responded by sucking my dick and swirling her tongue around it. I fucked her face by rocking my hips ever so slightly.

"Oh my, oh," Jamie cried in a high voice. "I'm gonna, uh," she said, then trailed off.

"Do it, cum for us. Let Joe watch you make yourself cum," coaxed Karen.

"Yeah," she said. "Yeah, awww, unh, yeah."

I had made Ellen focus on my knob, and doing so had made me far more excited. But then I wanted to feel my dick deep in her face, so I began pulling and tugging on Ellen's hair to make her bob her head on my cock more rapidly. She shifted forward so she could move her head straight up and down over me.

"Awww, uh, awww, unh," cried Jamie.

"I'm getting ready," I told Ellen. I was going to cum. I felt like I might reach orgasm just from watching Jamie make hers. Watching her masturbate so aggressively was filling me with sexual desire. Jamie began clutching her own breast roughly while her other hand was still frigging her pussy. I wanted to fuck her silly while she didn't move a muscle, to inject her with all the pleasure I could so she wouldn't have to work this hard again.

"Oooh, waah, awww, wah, uunh, wah!" Jamie started coming. As she bucked her hips into the air, across the room I rocked my hips more under Ellen's face, and then I started to spasm. Ellen stopped moving her head, holding my tip in her mouth. I still couldn't quite guess what exactly how she did it, but it felt as if she was sucking me like a straw. My balls pumped, my shaft contracted, and I felt a load leave me. Ellen's mouth tightened around it, she swallowed, and then released slightly before I pumped another load.

My release in Ellen's mouth was almost as intense as the one that I pumped onto Jamie's chest. When it subsided, Ellen dropped me from her lips. She cradled my detumescent member in her hand and immediately turned to Karen. "I did it! I made him cum in my mouth!"

I looked down at my cock in Ellen's hand. There it was: my second ring. Ellen's light beige lipstick was a closer match for the skin of my penis than Jamie's had been, but I could see the two tints distinctly on my dick. And amazingly, Jamie's ring hadn't rubbed off of my dick despite pounding I gave Ellen's boobs through the sheen of lubricant.

Karen stood and moved to our side of the room. I watched Jamie as she did so; Jamie's eyes slowly opened as her chest rose and fell with her slowing breaths. She gently covered her womanhood as if she was suddenly modest. Adding to the perception of shyness, she cradled her breasts with her forearm as if hiding them. From her orgasm, her face was flushed.

Ellen rose and moved to sit with Jamie. As she sat down, Jamie embraced her and they kissed on the lips once quickly. "He's a really good one," Ellen told Jamie, who nodded as if she was becoming sleepy.

Karen stood over me. When I realized I hadn't given her much attention, I felt a bit of guilt. I was certainly attracted to Jamie, and Ellen had physical features that were undeniably alluring. After everything that had happened so far, I felt like I hadn't even looked at Karen.

As she provocatively stood before me this felt like my first chance to appreciate her appearance. Her hair was fluffy and brown, cascading in waves just over her shoulders. Her light grey eyes made her face ring with an allure and smoldering sexiness. Her dark red lipstick matched her hair almost perfectly. I had never considered lipstick this way before, but have done so from that day on: I couldn't wait to add it to the collection of rings on my cock.

Karen's lips were the thickest of the group, puffy and yielding. They looked perfect for a nice soft blowjob. Her breasts were certainly larger than Jamie's, though it was a close call and not easy to decide because Karen had yet to remove her bra while Jamie showcased her rack in that wonderful lacy pushup.

Karen's hips were accentuated by her outfit, her bare pussy and waist raunchily exposed compared to her covered breasts and boot-clad legs. I found the boots particularly attractive. Her thighs were thin but toned, shapely but tapered as they went into the bunched, soft leather at the tops of the boots. I couldn't see her knees because the boots were so tall. The loose fit at the top of the boots surrounding her tawny upper legs made me think of the soft folds of her pussy which might eventually surrounding my firm dick. 

Karen stood with her weight on one leg, her other foot pointing sharply towards my right. The heels of her boots affected her stance, further accentuating my focus on her pelvis which tipped forward subtly. Her bosom was full and looked soft. Though her glands strained against the soft calfskin leather of her bra, the material and flesh looked inviting.

I think Karen's hair was longer than both of the other girls. It was past her shoulders, though not by much and it was certainly longer than Jamie's. As she stood before me, it was over the front of her chest and helped framed her swelling breasts within the squared lines of her strong shoulders and neckline.

While I found Jamie to be attractive for her tiny, toned body and curves, Karen was alluring for the sophistication of her good looks. Unlike the other two girls, Ellen was voluptuous and full.

"Those two really enjoyed sucking you off, Joe," she said.

"I certainly enjoyed it, too. Are you next, Karen?"

"Yeah, I am," she told me. "But I guess I have to find a way to get your cock hard again."

"Just give me a little time," I assured her.

"Oh, I know you'll get it up again. But I'm just so horny from watching these girls service you, and I'm very eager for my turn. And you seem to be a real hit tonight; I think you're going to have some fucking to do even after I'm through with you."

I smiled at her then looked pointedly at Jamie. Ellen had her arm around her friend, and their breasts were touching, side-to-side. "After all that head, I can't wait to get a little pussy."

"You're still horny after them playing with you?" She seemed slightly surprised.

"Even more so. It's all foreplay, isn't it?" I asked her.

"Well, I can't wait to get a little head, too, Joe. Do you want to help me catch up? Do you like to eat pussy?"

"I love to eat pussy." Karen seemed a little dominant, and I did not at all mind playing into it. So I made a gambit: "Do you want to sit on my face, Karen?"

She grinned broadly and nodded. "Get on the floor."

After I moved to lie on the center of the room with my feet towards the other girls on the loveseat, Karen straddled me with her ass towards my feet. I looked straight up along her brown boots, the soft hide leading up towards only a few inches her supplest skin, meeting in her most personal of places. Karen's pussy was thick, with large, well-defined outer lips and thick and protruding inner lips. Her mons was covered with thin hair that she obviously trimmed. Her outer lips were a light pink, shaved clean, while her inner lips were a darker pink color.

She lowered herself to me carefully, putting her high heels stiffly outside of my arms and squatting, finally kneeling until her slit was over my nose. I twisted my head and lapped at her thigh, my cheek brushing against the leather. The boots had a wonderful scent, something musky mingling with the raw appeal of leather. I nipped at her thigh and then twisted my tongue around the mark I made.

"Mmm," Karen hummed. Then, she reached down and tugged my hair. "No need for preliminaries, Joe. I've been watching you fuck their faces all day. Just dive in there and get me off!" She lowered herself over me just a bit, and with my head facing straight up, clamped my ears between her boots.

I poked my tongue out and craned my neck. Spreading her lips apart with my tongue, then circling her outer lips, then moving back to make circles over the opening of her vagina, I began eating her pussy.

With her legs around me I couldn't hear much. But I could tell she moaned a bit and I thought I heard Ellen say something to which Karen responded. I sensed the girls moving around on the floor then one of them grasped my hand. Whoever it was quickly took my hand and pressed it onto her pussy, and it was absolutely sopping.

Karen herself was already starting to drip just a bit from her box. The source of the musky scent I noticed on her boots was now clear: it was her own moisture. Her thighs seemed slightly damp, and I wondered if she was a bit sweaty from the boots, or if she had been secreting a bit during all of our activities today. Or maybe a bit of both, that her body was secreting sweat and lubrication, and those fluids together were activating the leather.

My fingers raked and prodded before I found a nice wet hole. I couldn't feel any hair, so I assumed the recipient of my finger-fucking was Ellen. I easily penetrated her and banged her a few times with my fingers before she pulled away. Two hands grasped my fingers and then someone licked them clean. I could hear the girls giggling followed by another moan escaping Karen as I roughly licked her clit for two or three passes.

Karen shifted on my face just a little, so I decided to step up my efforts on her pussy. I wiggled my tongue around her folds and collected her puffy inner lips together. Cunnilingus is one of my favorite activities, particularly when my partner has thick, long pussy lips like Karen's.

With her labia together, I gently clamped my lips over them and sucked them into my mouth where I played with them under my tongue: swirling and pumping, moving them back and forth, then finally releasing them only to force my tongue upwards into her sweet opening. When I parted her lips with my tongue, a wave of her wetness greeted me and flowed into my mouth. 

While I worked, I felt the girls to my right moving around a bit and then someone grasped my hand. Both of Karen's hands were visible to me as she rode my face, so I knew the other two were up to something—I just couldn't see who was doing what with whom, as Karen clamped my head between her soft, boot-clad thighs.

My tongue swirled at Karen's warm opening, then poked and prodded. I retracted before rubbing my lips across Karen's clit again. I expected her to flinch, but she didn't: instead, she settled towards my face gently. This signaled to me that she was getting ready to orgasm. I shifted my head just a bit and sucked her clit into my mouth. Her low, muffled groan reached my ears. She groaned again, and her breathing quickened as a rubbed my tongue in circles over her swollen bud.

The girl who was holding my hand squeezed it and began gently rubbing my palm.

I stopped working my tongue over Karen's clit, and pulled it into my mouth with repeated, gentle sucks. She rubbed my hair in circles, leaning forward to press her button into my lips. I returned to toggling my tongue around her bud, and she rocked forwarded suddenly.

"Unh!" I could clearly hear her yell. She shifted her weight again. I kept lapping. "Oh, God!" she said again, this time rocking forward and standing up abruptly.

I immediately turned my head to my right to find that Jamie was holding my hand. She was on her knees on the floor, and Ellen was before her on her back with her legs splayed. Ellen's eyes were closed, her hands were cupping her breasts, rubbing them up and down.

Jamie smiled at me, looking me right in the eye. Her face was covered with Ellen's wetness, and she went back down between her friend's legs to continue lapping at her pussy. Ellen cooed softly, "Ohh, yeah, get me off girlfriend."

Karen stepped over me again, this time facing my cock. "You may finish me off while I get to work on you, stud," She told me before kneeling over me and then spreading her legs lewdly over my face. Her body pressed against mine, and I could feel her nipples straining through her thin leather top in my gut. She pressed her cheek against the small of my belly, moving her lips towards my cock.




Rainbow Club Ch. 01



To better position her pussy, I pulled her thighs back so her weight of her hips was on my shoulders. My head popped into Karen's wet mouth just as I restarted my work on her pussy. I knew she was already building her orgasm, so I avoided directly contacting her clitoris. Instead, I lapped at her thick lips again, pushing them around more and spreading them. With her atop me and facing away now, it was easier to see her body and intimately study it. Her folds were absolutely beautiful. Engorged with her excitement, they were deep and glistening. As I approached them with my tongue, I could distinctly feel her warmth.

Karen had surrounded my cock with her lips and breathed deeply, hard, against my head. Without touching me, she put warm, female heat into my dick. I throbbed and then rocked my hips. After the third wave of my wiggles, she obtained my cock from its resting spot against my belly and began sucking it in earnest. My sensitive frenulum pressed against the roof of her mouth, surrounded by her lips, while my head was encircled repeatedly by her tongue. She began bobbing her head gently.

I could hear Ellen getting more excited next to me, telling Jamie to work her clit. I decided to do the same to Karen, to push her over the edge. I poked my tongue down and flatly licked her lips, manipulating the hood of her button before rubbing my lips against it.

"Faster," Ellen panted. Jamie squeezed my fingers, then gently grasped my hand.

Karen responded to my stimulation by moaning against my dick. I felt her low growl throughout my shaft, into my balls. My cock hitched in anticipation of shooting another wad of paste into her mouth. 

I wanted to last just a little longer for her—or perhaps for me. My tongue flitted back and forth over her clit and I leaned forward to increase the pressure of my work. She moaned sharply, my dick falling from her mouth.

"Oh, holy fuck, make me cum. Shit!" she cried. I reached my hands around her thighs and spread her lips, then shallowly penetrated her with one finger. I shifted slightly, the edge of her womanhood fitting neatly into my mouth. I sucked at it for all I was worth. 

"Faster, yeah, I'm gonna make it," I heard Ellen hiss.

"Christ, oh, oh, oh," Karen cried repeatedly. She backed against me, rubbing her breasts against my body. She grasped my shaft with her hand and began to masturbate me gently. 

"Aw my god, Jamieeeee," Ellen cried, her voice hitching as her orgasm took her. I wished I could see her body move, her tits rocking against her chest. I realized that the girls weren't really servicing me anymore—this was now a group sex session. We had begun sharing ourselves in more than pairs. At least, in groups of pairs.

Karen reached her climax only seconds after Ellen. "Yeah, Christ, oh yeah, oh," she said, and started squealing and grunting. She pushed her feet backwards once and contracted them, sliding her boots across the carpet. As the second wave of her climax hit her, she secreted a succulent thick wave of lubricant. My finger slipped out of her because of her kicking, and when it did the wave became stronger.

"Oh, yeah, beautiful. Come all over my face, baby. Come on," I told her. Another wave hit her, though it was without any emission. She quivered. And she hungrily put my cock back into her mouth and began sucking me. She quivered again before going limp.

Ellen was subsiding, too, panting and mewing. Jamie let go of my hand and I could see her climb up and straddle Ellen. She leaned forward and crushed her chest to her friend's, her smaller breasts almost disappearing in her friend's massive swell. They kissed deeply, Jamie bringing Ellen's own fluids back to her.

I relaxed as I felt my orgasm building. Karen's movements were unhurried but deliberate. I caressed her ass and admired its shape as I looked at her pussy. I was sure I could still see her lips trembling. She drew me deeply into her mouth, then sucked on me while lifting her head and letting me slide out. Again, sucking in and out, faster and again.

"Oh, yeah," I said. It was approaching.

Ellen broke her kiss with Jamie. "Yeah?" she asked.

"Uhhh, uh," I said. And there I was, tossing a third load a come down the throat of the third woman to suck my cock that evening. Or morning, or whatever time it was by then.

"Yeah!" Jamie said. "Flood her mouth!" She leaned from Ellen and touched Karen's hair. I bucked my hips off the floor, and I felt Karen's chin bump my groin.

"Yeah, oh, man!" I cried.

Karen kept sucking until my dick fired its last rope of cum. Then she rose above me, turned around, and straddled Ellen as Jamie had seconds earlier. They cuddled for just a second before Karen opened her mouth and made an obvious show of delivering my ejaculate into Ellen's mouth. "Mmmmmm," the both hummed as Karen licked Ellen's lips, snowballing my delivery onto her friend's lips and tongue.

Jamie moved over and straddled me, her moist folds pressing against the small of my belly. She leaned forward and began lapping my face, licking Karen's juices from my cheeks.

I embraced her. I held Jamie until she had covered my face with her lapping and kisses, her hanging breasts pressing gently into my chest. I turned to see Ellen twist over and roll with Karen so that Ellen was above Karen. Leaning forward, Ellen's breasts swelled with their weight. Her nipples were lax, flat dishes of skin against the flushed skin on her chest. 

Ellen and Karen swapped my cum one more time, then Karen spat it onto Ellen's chest. The wad was thick and white, spilling over Ellen's globe. 

"You filthy bitch, rub it in there," Karen told Ellen.

Ellen's hand came up and caressed her breast, swirling the spit-soaked ejaculate all over her breast. 

"Damn is that hot," said Jamie. Then she turned to me: "We're all done. Look at your dick!" She arose over me, moving to the far side so the other girls could see. Ellen continued absently massaging my sauce into her breast.

There was a new, dark red ring at the base of my cock, closer to my groin than Jamie's or Ellen's marks. I was semi-hard, and the girls were immediately excited into a frenzy. I was filled with amazement. How did I last so long? How did I manage to drop so much cum into three different women? How did they manage to separate their rings, and not rub eachother off?

"Oh my god, we did it!" exclaimed Ellen. They all giggled and congratulated each other. Karen went to get a camera, and the ladies had me take their pictures. We balanced the camera on the edge of the half-wall between the rooms and snapped a group portrait, my colorful cock and Ellen's sticky breasts, Karen's smudged makeup and Jamie's tussled hair, all together.

"I don't know about you girls," said Ellen, "but I need a cock in me right now!"

Jamie stuck up for me immediately. "Come on! Give the poor guy a rest!"

I chuckled. "None of you are leaving until I fuck you all."

Karen smiled. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Do you have a king bed in this suite?"

I nodded.

"Let's pile in, then. Ellen, do you want to get extra blankets and pillows from the other room?"

"And maybe some towels," Jamie said as she lead me to the bedroom. She turned down the sheets in one swoop and I sat on the edge of the bed. "There's one last thing to do," she said. 

"What's that?" I asked her.

"Strip us all naked."

"That's not going to be much work," I told her. 

"No. But it will be fun." She moved before me, her beautiful breasts in front of me as I sat. "And I don't want anything getting in the way of the rest of the evening."

Ellen returned with the linens and pillows. She threw them on the floor and turned on a dime to raid the back bathroom for towels.

I stood and began kissing Jamie. Our embrace was sweet and tender. It felt surprisingly sincere, considering everything we had all done to one another. Her breasts pressed softly into my chest, and I reached behind her and undid her bra clasp.

She slid out of it. "Heels and hose," she said. I went to one knee and rolled her hose to her feet while Karen looked on. I stood again, and Jamie stepped out of her shoes and hose and flopped on the bed.

"Mmm, this is nice," she said, stretching. 

I turned my attention to Karen, who stepped towards me to take Jamie's place. She kissed me gently, not as warmly as Jamie had, and I untied the strap on her leather top.

"I can't wait to see these," I told her. I lifted the top over her head, and there they were: her breasts were incredibly firm and protruded from her body slightly more than Jamie's did, but her nipples were much larger.

"And that was worth the wait," I said.

"You're sweet," she said. I went back down on one knee and unzipped her boots. The zipper was on the back, brown like the fabric and covered with a flap. I didn't know much about women's shoes, not to mention kinky boots, but these seemed incredibly nice. I held the heel and the foot while she tugged her legs out. She crawled into bed just as Ellen returned.

"Are we going to fuck in here?" Ellen asked.

"Slow down, horn dog," Jamie said with a giggle. "Joe, do you want to take a nap?"

"Yeah, I guess a nap would help. But what if you all leave before I wake up?"

"Leave?!" cried Ellen. "I'm hornier than hell! You're lucky you're getting a nap!" The girls all giggled.

"OK. Snuggle down," Karen said. I lay next to Jamie, and she immediately curled up to me. Karen rose and announced she'd finish setting up. I wondered what she was going to set up and thought of asking, but I had already fallen asleep.