0 comments/ 87681 views/ 6 favorites The H.O.A.- Home Owners Association By: erossmantic Prologue – Welcome to the Association The neighborhood my wife and I moved into last year is beautiful. I'm not just talking about the quality of the upper-middle class construction, amenities, manicured yards, lush green parks, or neighborhood clubhouse with a pool and tennis courts. All of that is part of our neighborhood's Home Owners Association (HOA). The eye catching surprise came when we met the neighbors on our street. Many in the eight-year old neighborhood are original owners and know each other well. Spontaneous gatherings in one another's front yards happen most evenings, allowing the adults to watch the children while catching up. The beer, mixed drinks and conversations flow freely. We noticed that most everyone on the street is in their late-20s to early 40s, fit, and place a high value on appearance. We either moved into Ken and Barbie's neighborhood, or the basis of Wisteria Lane. The ladies playfully enjoy the unofficial competition to be the hottest on the street while maintaining their close friendships. The men work to keep up, but mostly enjoy the eye-candy rivalry among the women. We found our neighbors to be as welcoming as they are attractive. When moving in, many of the men showed off their physique by assisting with furniture. The women were generous with their cookies, neighborhood orientation and exposed cleavages. All the while, they were sizing us up as their new neighbors, and for the women, the new competition. My wife held her own. Suzi is stunningly beautiful and always mistaken as in her early thirties, ten years off. She stands 5'3", with shoulder length blond hair, dazzling blue eyes, a small waist, beautiful round 36D breasts and a gorgeous never-met-a-stranger knock-out smile. Suzi knew she made it into the inner-circle of women when she was invited to join the monthly book club. She was flattered and excited at the invitation. Suzi liked to read and thought it would be a fun way to get to know the other ladies on the street. She had no idea. Suzi showed up to her first book club with a plate of freshly baked cookies and rang the doorbell. When the door opened, it was clear that most of the women had been there a while and had at least one drink already under their belt. The laughter, conversation and energy were boisterous. They enthusiastically welcomed her in, offered her a drink and began her book club orientation. Ten women filled the room and affectionately called themselves the HO-A bitch's book club. Suzi quickly discovered that reading the book each month was optional. The books served primarily as an excuse for the ladies to meet, drink and attempt to out-shock one another with stories of their escapades since their last rendezvous. Many of the escapade accounts detailed the sacking of men at work, social circles, and especially in the neighborhood. For their club, HO-A bitches didn't stand for Home Owners Association, but proudly as the elite neighborhood HO Association. Suzi realized the competition among these women on appearance was only the qualifying event. The real and secretive competition was one of conquests. The book club also allows an occasional novel to inspire shared field trips and adventures. A recent group trip to Las Vegas was motivated by a Vegas murder mystery filled with intrigue and gambling. The club felt compelled to do more research. Details of that research have never been shared outside the circle. Another favorite club memory is a ten-day Caribbean cruise a couple years ago that still makes some in the group blush – and want to go again. Suzi came home drunk, stunned by what she had just experienced, and excited to be included. She explained she was under a vow of secrecy that has never been broken. "I will tell you this," she said confidently. "What?" I asked inquisitively. "I am so wet and hot right now," she said seductively. She stood next to the glass front door, pulled her tight blouse up over her head and threw it on the new couch. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing her turquoise thong, tan legs and two inch heels. She reached around, unclasped her bra and tossed it in my face. While I reached up to catch her bra, she reached down to take a hold of my growing member through my pants. "I am going up stairs now to live out every page in your book of fantasies. I am going to do everything - not just anything - but everything you have ever fantasized me to do. Whatever you do," she added with a wink and a squeeze of my dick, "you better not hold back." "I like this book club," I replied watching her saunter up the stairs. I had no idea what I was saying. Chapter One – Entering the ASSociation I walked around the house, turning off the lights, locking the doors and made my way upstairs. Candles already lit the room as I entered. The flickering light reflected off Suzi's skin as she rubbed baby oil into every surface and crevice of her body. Still in her high heels and thong, she stood bent over the bed, unable to help massaging her oil-soaked clit. "Oh God, oh God," she screamed as every muscle convulsed. Her body shuddered as the ready orgasm rumbled through her body. Her knees gave way, and then straightened again, pushing her ass higher into the air. She buried her face into her pillow and her tits onto the bed as she worked to regain her breath. I shed my clothes and stepped up quietly behind her. I pressed my dick against her waiting rounded ass, allowing the oil to massage my member. "You are not done giving," I said, "that is just the beginning." "Anything you want baby," she said seductively with resolve. "I am just getting warmed up." "Not just anything," I reminded her. "Everything." Suzi moaned with a smile. "What are your favorite words when having sex?" I asked. "What?" she asked inquisitively. I laid my body over hers, still bent over the bed, so I could whisper the question again into her ear. "What are the favorite words that pour out of your mouth when you are having rapturous sex?" "Oh God," she said immediately. "That's two words," I corrected, "but will accept it. "What else?" "Yes," she whispered. "Very good, what else." "Deeper," she said. "Harder, faster," she added with her intoxicating smile. "That's good," I complemented. "Those will work. Are you ready?" I asked. "Yes baby, anything." "These are your words: 'Oh God, yes, deeper, harder, faster,'" I said pausing between each to let them sink in. Please say them again." "Oh God! Oh yes! Deeper, harder, faster!" she repeated with dramatic meaning. "I love the way they roll off your lips," I whispered back as the candle light continued to glisten off of her body. "How about nothing but these words from those luscious lips of yours tonight?" My request was more in response to her volunteered submission than a question. "Use them as much as you want, whenever you want, but only these words, no matter what." "Gladly," she said with a knowing smile. "All I need is a reason to say them" she challenged as she began to stand up, turn around and face me. "Ah ah," I corrected. "Stay where you are my love. Face low on the bed, shiny ass high in the air. You are right where I want you." I pulled the lace strip of the thong that separated her two tan oiled cheeks to the side. She felt my oil coated dick move circles around the target of her ass. ""Oh baby, no," she pleaded. "I've never..." "Ah, ah," I said with a firm softness, "I don't believe 'no' and 'I've never' are words you picked for yourself tonight." "Touche'." She buried the side of her face into her pillow again, stretched her hands out from her body for support, and pushed her willing ass higher than before. "I think you mean tushy?" I answered with a smile. "Everything," she said with lusty resolve. "I am everything you have every wanted." I continued to circle the target of her ass with the head of my engorged arrow, allowing the suspense of what she knew was coming to grow. "Oh God," she spoke out loud in anticipation, her voice muffled by the pillow. I slowly pushed the well-oiled head of my dick into her ass. "Oh God!" she yelped, "Oh God!" Her outstretched hands each grabbed a fist-full of the comforter as she braced herself and welcomed full penetration with new resolve. "Yes! Yes! Deeper. Do it." I slowly pushed deeper at her begging, allowing her virgin convulsing muscles to grab, massage and welcome my throbbing dick into this new territory. "Yes!" she screamed. "Deeper, damn it, deeper!" My member gently advanced until it had vanished into the deep recesses of her ass. "Yes! Yes!" she continued to assert. I slowly pulled back, allowing my dick to retreat until only the head was still penetrating. Her now vacant ass muscles were convulsing from the invasion. "Oh God, deeper," she pleaded. "Again!" I reached around and began teasing her moist clit with my fingers as my dick pushed forward again into her ass. "Oh God," she repeated, "yes!" My arrow slid into the target easier the second time, her ass engulfing my entire member. I began to slowly move back and forth. "Faster," she demanded. "Faster, harder baby." My dick obeyed, slowly speeding up to action like a high RPM piston in a well-oiled machine. Her clit swelled and hardened as I spread the lips of her box and mercilessly fingered her button. My other hand began massaging her now erect nipple, begging for attention. Her body hungrily responded to the multi-faceted stimulation, begging for more. "Oh God, oh God, here it comes!" Suzi's outstretched hands clung to the comforter like a mountain climber on a ledge. Gasping out of breath, she pulled the entire blanket from each extremity of the bed toward her. "Yes!" she screamed as she exploded in her second orgasm. Her glistening ass rocked up and down, still receiving my member as it mined deep into her. My fingers were unrelentingly as they kneaded her nipple with one hand and worked her cum-soaked clit with the other. Wave after wave of aftershocks made her legs struggle to stand as her entire body continued to shake and convulse out of control. With determination, her ass muscles tightened like a vice grip around my pulsating dick. "Faster," she said again, "I want it deeper, harder. Give it to me." I stood up straight and grasped her slender hips with both hands to support the force of my answer to her appeal. My whole body began to tingle with immanent orgasm. My dick swelled as my body slammed into her begging ass, drilling her with greater force and speed. "Yes," she squealed, "yes, yes, faster!" My dick responded with the force of a high pressure hose putting out a fire. "Aaugh!" Wordless sounds flowed out of my mouth as thick cream poured into her cavity for the first time. Our bodies rocked as my juices flooded, filled and lubricated her swollen canal. "Faster," she begged, "harder! Don't stop." Her ass consumed my entire member with every thrust, drinking up load after load that poured with each pass. My head was dizzy and spinning with her persistence as the muscles of her ass continued to grab my dick with resolve. "Harder," she insisted, staying with her selected vocabulary. Globs of cream began to gush and overflow with each siphon, mixing with the oil on her tan, rounded glistening ass. Wave after wave, she ravenously demanded more pounding for her virgin ass, draining me of an unprecedented flow of juice. We both collapsed exhausted onto the cum-soaked comforter-tossed bed. "Leave it in," she said with a smile. "I'm not ready to be done with it there." I obliged, pulling myself closer, anchoring my dick deep in her ass. Her muscles cinched down again to surround and secure the welcomed guest. As she did, she reached up to the corner of the bed. I hadn't noticed her open cell phone there, and was too spent to think anything of it. She nonchalantly picked it up, closed it, and set it back down on the corner of the bed. Letting go of the phone, she lowered her hand to take hold of mine draped over her waist. She purposively moved my hand up to grasp her full breast. She kicked off her shoes with a smooth one two motion, letting them fall to the floor. "Wow," she said with her seductive smile and quiet determination in her voice. "This book of your fantasies is an intoxicating page-turner. I am going to be up all night devouring every chapter. I'm ready for chapter two." Chapter Two - The H.O.A. Suzi began to look forward to the HO-A book club parties as a highpoint of each month. She never knew what to expect, like the twist and turns of a good novel. She also enjoyed the variety of genres selected for optional reading. They included a WWII historical novel, one of espionage with romance, and a scientific suspense thriller. I also always enjoyed it when she returned from being with the HO-A. The Friday arrived for this month's book club party. Suzi had seemed unusually fidgety over the last several days. I looked forward to her being able to be with the "girls" to have fun and let her hair down. I came down the stairs around 7:30 to head out for my usual evening run. I was surprised that Suzi was still home, and not at the book club. It always started at 7:00. She usually primps and dresses for the parties to keep her place as a serious contender in the continuing unspoken but very real competition as the sexiest woman in the neighborhood. Suzi was standing in the kitchen with her hair up, in old top and casual skirt. "Hey baby," she said with a small brownie in her hand. "Try this," putting the brownie bite up to my mouth. I instinctively opened my mouth and swallowed the brownie. "It's a new recipe, what do you think?" "Good," I said. "Darling," she asked looking up at me with her big eyes, "would you do me a favor and take this over to Stephanie's house?" She held a large glass dessert tray overflowing with a variety of delicacies. "Is this for the book club?" I asked. "Yes," she answered. "I promised to bring the dessert and toppings." "Why aren't you going? You love going to your book club?" "I know," she said, "but I need to focus my attention on other things tonight." "That surprises me," I said encouragingly. "I think you should go, it will be good for you. It will be fun and relaxing." "No," she said with her mind made up, "not tonight. I'm not dressed or ready." After a brief pause, she asked again "Please, will you take this over there for me? I promised them and I don't want to disappoint them." She raised the full dessert tray toward me. "Please? They are waiting." "OK, baby," I said, still surprised. "I was just heading out for a run. Let me go change and I'll take it over." "You look great," she said. "Plus, they are waiting for this," she added. "I am not dressed to go over to a house full of women," I said wearing only an old tank top and short running shorts. "I beg to differ," she said taking a step toward me. She ran her index finger over my mouth. "I think you are perfectly dressed to go over there. In fact, I won't let you change. I want those bitches to know I am not only the sexiest woman on this street, but I am married to the sexiest man they have ever seen." I felt myself harden within the constraints of my running shorts. Suzi reached down to take hold of my member. I would be careful standing at attention like this in front of those women." "Maybe you should do something about that," I offered. "Later," she committed. "I promised this dessert first," she said putting the tray in my hands. "Take this over there and make me proud. If you still want to, you can start your run from there." I felt a little awkward as I walked down the street with full shorts and a full tray of dessert toppings. Fortunately my shorts relaxed with each step. I turned the corner and walked half way down the block. As I approached Stephanie's house, I could see a room full of women in the front room already comfortable with martini glasses in their hand. The sound of loud laughter came from inside. The door opened as I walked up the steps. "Come on in," Stephanie said welcoming me in to the inner-sanctum of the HO-A bitches, where no man had ever dared to go. Stephanie is in her early thirties, with long brown curly hair almost always worn in a bouncy ponytail. She is a knockout, standing 5'8", big brown eyes, freckles covering much of her mostly exposed body, including a large cleavage and tight ass. Tonight she was showing it all off with a bright pink and white low cut sports bra, matching mini-skirt and high heels. In appearance, attire and attitude, Stephanie set a standard in the neighborhood. "Would you mind putting that on the table I have set up in the middle of the family room?" she asked, pointing down a hallway toward the deep recesses of the large home. "Sure," I said. I began to walk toward the back of the house. It took discipline to not let the way Stephanie filled her outfit create an awkward spectacle again with my shorts. "Unfortunately," I informed, "Suzi isn't able to come tonight, and asked me to bring the dessert she promised." "Yes she did," Heidi said. Heidi was a tall fit 5'11" redhead with her hair flowing down past her creamy shoulders. She was wearing a sexy shiny green cocktail dress that looked to be more like strips of material wrapped around her body than a dress. The end of the wrap began its journey tucked into itself under her left arm. The strip barely covered each breast as it made its way down and around to just cover her shapely ass. Plenty of skin was intentionally left exposed between wraps, leaving little to the imagination, and a great temptation to free the small tuck holding the material on her body. "And she delivered on her promise," Heidi continued. "Hey girls," she called out to the other women in the house; "dessert has arrived and is making his way to the family room." The long hallways of the home led to the back of the house and opened up to an enormous family room. Dimmed lights gently illumined the room, allowing a brighter recessed light above to showcase the table in the center. Couches and chairs were arranged around the edge for seating. A large wood sliding door was open and led to a deck with a gurgling hot tub outside. The light breeze of evening air helped to cool the packed house. Light classic rock filled the space from speakers at every corner. As I entered the room, I felt the women crowd the hallway behind me as they followed. Suzi was right, I thought, they were waiting and hungry for dessert. I made my way to the center of the room and put the full tray of toppings on the table as directed. I turned; ready to reverse my steps down the hallway to make my exit. The hallway was crowded with women and impassible. I turned to an alternate exit through the dining room and found that equally sealed off by those gathered. Their posture looked purposive. I heard the sliding glass door begin to close, and turned in time to see Stephanie lock it as I considered the possibility of exiting through the backyard. Different thoughts flooded my mind at that moment. As I looked around the room, surrounded by the women of this esteemed club, I was mesmerized by their individual and collective beauty. Clarice's short blue and white polka dot halter dress and matching blue high heels showed off her smooth dark African skin. The dress accentuated her infectious smile, large bust and endlessly long ebony legs. She was proud of all of it. Jennifer stood next to her. She was a thin fit blond, around 5'6", wearing a tight black and white dress that fell to just above her knees. The braless dress and black pumps showed off her perky tits and fit ass. Rosa's long black hair and luscious lips matched her gorgeous Latin flare with a red low-cut wrap-around dress and high heels. The H.O.A.- Home Owners Association Sunji, the shortest in the club, made up for her height with Asian beauty. The breathtaking Korean delicacy wore an almost see-through white sleeveless button up collared shirt tied at the bottom and jean mini-shorts. Patti is a 5'9" brunette with short hair and olive skin. She wore a burgundy dress with material that came over her shoulders and met in front just above her navel. The dress flared out a short distance, the length of a miniskirt. She wore three inch matching heals. She had nothing else under the dress, allowing the freedom of the loose material to regularly expose her ample breasts. Natalia is very athletic and has a sexy deep accent from somewhere in Central or Eastern Europe. Her brown hair cascaded to her shoulders, bouncing off of the top of a sexy white tennis dress with red accents. One would easily wonder if her entire body was as tan as all that is exposed. Her breasts bulged under the strain of her tight dress, and the skirt moved easily around her fit ass. If I wasn't married, I would love to play a private game of tennis with her for stakes that fostered international unity in tangible ways. Jasmine is an outgoing, slender 5'10" with dark hair, hazel green eyes and a killer smile. She came that night in an elegant tropical bikini top and matching wrap around her waist that fell only half way to her knees. Her breathtaking legs poured out of the skirt and stood shoeless, barefoot, and ready. She was already eyeing the hot tub out back. Last in line was Amanda standing next to Jasmine near the sliding glass door. She is a blonde bombshell with white creamy skin. Ironically, Clarice stood next to her on the other side. What Clarice does as the ambassador of ebony intoxication, Amanda effortlessly accomplishes as her sexy alter-ego. Her 38DD bust pushes the limits of her bright multi-colored bustier. She wore an extremely short white skirt, intentionally thin enough to give away the identical multi-colored thong beneath. She had matching high heel shoes, elevating her three inches above her 5'6" frame. Her reputation as sexually insatiable is as famous as her lust-compelling appearance. Around the room, these ten women displayed how diverse and intoxicating beauty can be. Every lady came dressed to kill with one thing on all of their minds. The women in the room were as diverse in occupation as they were in their beauty and backgrounds, including housewives, a doctor, an accountant, a personal fitness coach, an attorney, a police officer, and a bank executive. Surrounded by this beauty, I also suddenly felt out of place, out of control and out numbered. Clarice broke the awkward silence in the room. "Hey sister bitches, how do you like the look of Suzi's dessert? I don't know about you, but I am finding myself with a sudden hunger for some chocolate and cream." She focused her gaze on my groin and slowly licked her lips. Light laughter and strong agreement filled the room. "My favorite dessert growing up in the South, " Heidi interjected, "was strawberries and cream. I am ready to down a lot of both," she added. "We've waited long enough." "Wait, wait, now ladies," I said, uncomfortable with where this was going. "I just came to deliver Suzi's dessert. That's all." "That's all we want," Patti said agreeing. "Deliver the dessert, all the desert, Suzi promised." "I have," I said pointing to the tray in the middle of the table. "What are you serving there, Lover Boy?" Rosa calmly asked with seduction in her voice. "Look!," I said, conceding to their request for a description of the dessert tray. "We have a chocolate fudge sauce, fresh homemade whipped cream, fresh strawberries in strawberry topping, honey, caramel,..." my voice began to slow and drop in realization. "Toppings," I said, "every favorite topping one could want for the dessert of your dreams." "Dreams are coming alive now. The toppings look amazing, and so does the dessert, huh girls?," Patti said stirring the room again to agreement. I began to feel simultaneously nervous and aroused by the growing intensity of sexual energy in the room. The women began to look at me hungrily, like lionesses circling their trapped prey. Some began to caress their own bodies and study mine. A variety of emotions began to battle within me: fight, flight or the mesmerizing inevitability of being their captured prize. My dick began to stir and harden. Attention in the room became riveted by what I felt and what they began to see happening in my running shorts. "Oh God," I said. "Look ladies," Stephanie said taking a step toward me, "I think he is beginning to understand and rise to the occasion." All the women joined her in taking a step toward me, closing the circle. "It looks like there is going to be plenty for all of us," she complemented. "Look, I am flattered by your interest, but I am loyal to my wife," I pleaded. "You will do anything for her?" Stephanie asked. "Absolutely, and I am completely loyal. I have never cheated on her, let alone being dessert for a room full of women." "That is touching, but let's just see how much you want to be loyal to her, or have her be loyal to you," suggesting there is more to this plot I found myself in. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, your wife is quite the life of the party, but is a light weight with the liquor." I knew both to be true. "And?" I asked, "what does that have to do with this?" "We just finished a new book this month. It was the first book ever that all of us read. "HOA," she said holding the book up. "Are you familiar with it?" "I saw Suzi reading it." She went on to explain. "It is an erotic thriller about an HOA neighborhood, not unlike ours. Only in the book there was a single woman with a chip on her shoulder. She sought retribution and control by successfully seducing every man in her neighborhood, married or not. Every man was then blackmailed, giving her control of the neighborhood and the association. It worked well for her until one by one the men discovered they weren't alone. That is when the plot thickened and the men teamed up. She was lured to one of the men's home for advice about lingerie. She modeled a few pieces for him, before putting one last item on that was especially risqué. When she came out, she found the room filled with men from the neighborhood. I don't want to spoil the ending, but let's just say she was no longer the one in control." "Thank you for the book report," I said sarcastically, "one less book to read." "Well, see," Jennifer asserted, interrupting me. "That's just the thing. You know that sometimes we really get into our books. They have led to all kinds of," she paused to find the right word, "experiences." Blushed faces and giggles filled the room. "I have heard you have gone to Vegas and other places," I volunteered. Stephanie spoke up again. "We really got into this book and found it interesting, being in the neighborhood, in a HOA and everything. So, we had a little contest – a drinking contest – to see who would lose and get to play the lead role." "Suzi didn't," I asked already knowing the answer. "Suzi did, hands down," Jennifer informed with some allusion to the drinking game they played. Devious laughter rippled through the room. "Tomorrow night," Jennifer continued, "we are hosting a lingerie party." "Suzi mentioned she was going to that," I said. "I was surprised all of you were getting together two nights in a row. "We're not," Jennifer explained. "The party is for our husbands and the men in the neighborhood. We invited, gave them permission and encouraged them to go to what we called the skankiest lingerie party and 'hands-on' fashion show ever held. We have arranged for free drinks and everything. Not surprisingly, every man has made space in their calendar to be there." "Of course," Stephanie added, "whatever else happens, they are supposed to come home with lingerie for us, their wives or girlfriends." Amanda finished the scenario explaining, "Depending on how you look at it, Suzi either won or lost the drinking game. In the spirit of representing the book for us, she is tomorrow night's lingerie entertainment for the men in the neighborhood, whatever form that will take. We have arranged for a video feed and recording to ensure it happens. Fortunately for her, she has read the ending and knows what is expected of her." "She's not going to agree to that!" I said confidently. There is no way she would agree to that, whether she lost the drinking game or not!" "This signed contract says otherwise," Stephanie corrected. "She may have been a little inebriated when she signed it, but as a lawyer I can tell you it is legally binding for her to be the entertainment for the evening tomorrow night. Her obligations with the lingerie fashion show are clearly described, and whatever happens beyond that, let's just say is between consenting adults. Any discrepancies afterward will need to be sorted out between her word and that of all the high testosterone and expectation-filled men in the room. "I am afraid they will need to spend their testosterone and expectations somewhere else tomorrow night, and they can sue us for breach of contract. Any miniscule damages from a lawsuit like that would be well worth it compared to what you are subjecting her to." "Be careful what you say big talker. Suzi willingly, even eagerly accepted the responsibility to represent the book and our club," Stephanie said. "Right girls?" The room buzzed with an unanimous agreement. "That's why she didn't hesitate to offer collateral for the contract." "Collateral?" I asked. "What collateral?" "These keys," Jennifer said dangling the keys to Suzi's new car. "They came complete with an already signed transfer of title effective immediately under the breach of contract." "She said there are a few thousand dollars worth of stocks in here also, to make up the difference," Stephanie added holding up a sealed envelope. I gasped when I saw and recognized it. "There are more than 25 thousand dollars worth of stocks in there," I said. "Give it to me," I demanded. "According to the contract," Stephanie continued, "she willingly offered it as collateral and it remains here until the contract is, shall we say, satisfied." "Unless," Jennifer spoke up eagerly, but paused after she started." "Unless what?" I asked struggling to imagine Suzi in the middle of a room of men for their unbridled use and imaginations. "Well, when all of us ladies discussed the book, we wondered why it's the men who always have all the fun?" Jennifer paused as she looked up and down my body. She walked up, stood in front of me, and began running her fingers through my hair. "We thought, why do men always get the girl? Why can't the girls ever get to have their way with the man?" Jennifer's rhetorical question triggered estrogenic cheers through the room. "So the choice is yours, big talker," Stephanie said tossing the option back on my proverbial and literal lap. "And I can see that it's not just your talk that is big." Cheers rolled through the room again. "I just can't imagine..." I began to say. My head was spinning and my dick continued to grow uncontrollably, straining the capacity of my running shorts. "Suzi can," Jasmine said. "Which is why she sent you over here to be our all-you-can-eat buffet dessert for the night" Rosa added. "You had your dessert, and now it's time for us to get ours." "My dessert?" I asked. "The Viagra stuffed brownie" Rosa informed. "That was my idea," she said proudly, "to ensure a solid, unrelenting four hours of pleasure." The room again filled with laughter and cheers, laced with sounds of growing impatience. "The clock is ticking," Stephanie called out, directing her words to me but also as an announcement to the rest. "It's decision time. Are you going to be our unlimited dessert de jour; or will Suzi bring the book to life in ways that we could probably never imagine?" A suspenseful pause filled the room. "Dessert is served," I conceded. Victory cheers erupted. They spontaneously began dancing as if they had won a long anticipated, carefully-strategized coup. In the blur of commotion, my shorts were yanked down and lay around my ankles. My dick stood with unprecedented firmness and height. Amanda tore off my tank top for dramatic effect. Stephanie instructed me to lay stretched out on the long table next to the toppings. The ten women gathered in a circle hungrily around the table. "Now," Stephanie said, "we have rules for you, and we have rules for us. Rule number one: If you choose to break any rule, limit your submission or walk away before we determine our dessert course is over then the agreement will be considered broken and over. Should that happen, Suzi is tomorrow's lingerie entertainment including being both their meat and dessert for the night." Stephanie seemed to relish in the consequence of rule one. Rule number two: what are your favorite words during sex?" "What?" I asked surprised. "Let me rephrase the question for you with language you might find familiar," Stephanie said with a devious smile. "What are the favorite words that pour out of your mouth when you are having rapturous sex?" I was speechless. "Here, let us help you answer that. Ladies?" "Oh God!" Jasmine called out dramatically. "Yes!" Natalia added with orgasmic emphasis. ""Deeper!" Jen said emulating Natalia. "Harder!" Sunji contributed. "Faster!" I whispered quietly. "Very good," Stephanie said mockingly complementing me. "I love the way that rolled off your lips. How about nothing but these words from those luscious lips of yours tonight?" Her request was more of a response to my volunteered submission for the night than a question. "Use them as much as you want, whenever you want, but only these words, no matter what." "How could you know that?" I asked. "Your ass fucking a few months back took phone sex to a new level," Amanda volunteered. My mind was filled with a sudden vivid flashback of Suzi's cell phone at the top of the bed that night. Every woman in the group had gathered around Sunji's speakerphone at the other end of the phone call. They simultaneously fingered themselves to an orgasmic flood while inspired by the sounds of my load being emptied into Suzi's virgin ass. "Oh God, yes, faster, harder, deeper," Stephanie reminded. "These will be your only words for the rest of the night." "Gladly," I said conceding with a smile. "All I need is a reason to say them." Every woman in the room recognized the challenge. "I think he is getting it ladies. It is time to give him what he's asking for. That brings us to the two rules we all agreed to. Rule number one," she said pausing, "anything, except for rule number two, goes." Cheers again filled the room. Unable to resist any longer, Patti reached over nonchalantly and took hold of my dick and squeezed it in her hand. "Rule number two is no one lets him shoot his load until everyone has had at least one orgasm." "I don't know about that one," Amanda confessed. "I am hungry to suck down some serious dick." "Not one drop," Stephanie ordered with a glare in her eye toward Amanda. "Anyone who causes him to unload prematurely will take Suzi's place as the lingerie entertainment tomorrow night." A suspenseful silence filled the room, acknowledging their shared commitment. "Don't worry ladies. Other than that, there are no rules! There is no limit to how much and how often you can have him. We will just take him the first time together. Do anything you want girls. Tonight he belongs to us. Suck him, use him, cum on him, satisfy yourself, demand anything from him. He will meet your every desire and request. If there is anything you ever wanted to do to a man, or have a man do to you, tonight is your night. Tonight, the ladies get their way with the man." Smiles in the room turned hungry and eyes determined. "Now ladies, you heard it," Stephanie said as if firing a starting gun. "Dessert is served. All you can eat, and no one leaves hungry!" Patti had a head start with my dick still firmly in her hand. It quickly disappeared between her ravenous lips. She consumed it like a diver sucking air 200 feet down. My entire body shook with a deep guttural moan. The other nine became immediately envious and inspired by Patti's initiative. Clarice's competitive instincts catapulted her on the table before the others could react. She danced seductively over my head, and then slowly knelt on her knees to straddle my face. Her blue and white dress lowered with her and covered the top half of my body. She playfully positioned herself to be able to watch Patti suck my dick with reckless abandon. With a smile and one smooth motion, she pulled her own dress up and over her body, victoriously throwing it at Sunji who was standing near by and watching in awe. The room erupted into a sexual frenzy the moment Clarice's dress made contact with Sunji's face. Amanda boldly turned to Natalia and began to relieve her of her dress. Cheers filled the room. Others followed suit inspired by Amanda's boldness. Jasmine came up behind Patti as she was bobbing on my dick. She slid the loose dress straps off Patti's shoulders, allowing the dress to drop to her waist, exposing her breasts. Jasmine took hold of the dress at the waist and helped it down Patti's legs until the material lay in a clump around her feet. Jasmine took advantage of Patti's vulnerable position and slapped her bare ass. "Work him Patti, make it count," she said coaching Patti's persistent work on my shaft. Stephanie turned the music up. Competition as the hottest sexiest woman in the club began to take unprecedented forms. "Let's get it on!" Heidi cheered raising both hands up in the air. Rosa seized the moment as if she had been waiting for the right time to pounce. She reached over and grabbed the piece of material tucked into the top of Heidi's shiny green wrap. Heidi was distracted by action between Amanda and Natalia, and with her arms up, never saw it coming. Rosa quickly pulled the material away from Heidi's body, causing her to spin around like a top. Heidi became more exposed with every turn until she found herself stunned and naked. Rosa stood smiling victoriously holding the now limp shiny strip of material. Rosa captured the moment and fell to her knees in front of Heidi. She lowered her face to Heidi's thick bushy mound and looked up to catch her surprised look. Rosa winked with a seductive Latin smile. Heidi had never experienced the touch of another woman, let alone the work of a skilled feminine tongue. Giving permission was useless against Rosa's determination and the watching room. Heidi nervously smiled back, still in shock by what was happening. Rosa reached around and took each of Heidi's rounded ass cheeks into her hands, squeezing as she pulled Heidi's body toward her. Rosa buried her face into Heidi's moist mound. They both moaned out loud. Heidi reached down with the fingers of both hands to spread her own clit lips wide, giving Rosa full unhindered access and permission. "Do it girl," she demanded for everyone to hear. "Eat me like you have always dreamed of being eaten." In that moment, an anything-goes no-holds-barred tone was set. The book club would never be the same. Clothing was strewn around the room. Unbridled passion escalated. No one sat idle while waiting for their turn with me. "I hope you like chocolate," Clarice said lowering herself over my face. Her erect half inch nipples stood like courageous sentries atop her firm round tits. A lone white thong accented her dark body. Clarice pushed the front of the thong to the side, exposing her love well. The women around the table screamed with vicarious cheers. They watched as Clarice continued to slowly lower her moist clit toward my mouth. The H.O.A.- Home Owners Association "I may have to wait for your cream white boy, but it is time for you to get your fill of my chocolate." I raised my tongue to greet her descending mound. Her fingers spread her love box wide open, subjecting her vulnerable enlarged clit to my waiting tongue. "I have denied myself all week waiting for this moment," she confessed. "She worked her ass to maximize my tongue's affect on her box. Her moans became loud and aggressive as she moved closer to climax. Patti continued her relentless work on my dick, bringing my immanent explosion parallel with Clarice. "Oh God!" I screamed as I continued to work Clarice's clit. My head was spinning and my body became tense. Patti read my body's responses like a master, sucking off the top of my head with a pop just before I would have exploded in orgasm. "Oh God, don't stop," I pleaded, "I am going to blow!" Stephanie put her affirming hand on Patti's shoulder. "Well done, you took him right where we want him. Let's keep him there girls." My body shook with disappointment. I took my frustration out on Clarice's clit, sucking it ravenously. Sunji quickly climbed up on the table facing Clarice and lowered her pussy where Patti skilled mouth had left off. She took my dick in her hand and began to use it to arouse herself, occasionally engulfing my rod into her dark hole. Moist and lubricated, she filled her vagina with my dick and began to pump in sync with Clarice's rocking toward orgasm. Clarice's tall nipples begged for attention and Sunji couldn't resist. She dipped her fingers into the caramel next to us on the table then reached over and captured both taunting nipples. She twisted them as if knobs to dial-up the orgasm. "Harder, damn it!" Clarice yelled to both of us. "Harder!" We both obeyed. "Aaaaggghhhh!" Clarice groaned out loud as her juices flooded into my mouth and onto my face. I lapped up her unusually creamy milk. I couldn't get enough and didn't slow down. "Don't you dare stop," she said demandingly. "Go...go...go," she moaned. Clarice rocked incessantly with insane intensity. Sunji was inspired by the movement and action of Clarice. She pumped harder and faster, bringing me again to the edge of my own orgasm. She bounced on my rod then suddenly took Clarice's tits in both hands to stabilize herself as she answered with her own orgasm. Clarice continued to rock while Sunji pumped until they collapsed into each other's arms on top of me. My dick ached for relief. Sunji's short size caused her to land on Clarice's dark round tits as they fell forward on to one another. She took one in her mouth and began to work the swollen caramel-coated nipple with her lips and tongue. "Finish that over there girls," Rosa directed eager for her turn. "The next stop is south of the border and I am ready to party! You know why lover boy?" "You tell me," I answered as she climbed on top of me with purpose, massaging her clit over my throbbing dick. Rosa took my dick in her hand, and used it to circle the entrance of her Latin hoyo. "Its time for sink-o de my-hole," she said laughing as she drove my shaft deep into her pussy. She laughed as I gasped. She reached for the chocolate sauce and poured some into her mouth as she continued to ride me as if late for a date in Juarez. With her mouth full of chocolate, she leaned forward and began to kiss me, pumping harder with each passing minute. Chocolate poured from her mouth into mine and down my face. One by one the women took their turns with me, unleashing orgasm after orgasm for them in every imaginable position over two hours. At one point they demanded I satisfy four at a time. I worked Heidi's KY-coated pussy with one hand, Jasmine in the other, while Patti pleasured herself with my dick and Natalia emptied herself down my throat. Dessert toppings covered every body as they feasted on me and one another. My dick ached for relief. "OK ladies," Stephanie announced, "I think it is time for a toast and to unveil the fountain of cream for our desserts." The women agreed, gathering around the table with my pulsating drug-induced rock hard dick as the center-piece. Remnants of dessert toppings surrounded me. Stephanie handed out small champagne glasses to each woman. "As a way to mark this moment of victory, we will each fill our glasses with his love-juice and top them off with champagne. Then, we will toast this moment and empty our glasses." The women eagerly took their glasses. They were thirsty from their anticipation of this moment. "Wait," Amanda said interrupting. "I have been busy tonight doing things I have only dreamed of, but I haven't sucked that dick of his yet, and it is too big to pass up." "You can suck it all night if you want Amanda," Natalia said eager to move forward with the festivities. "After we take him for all he's worth." The other women agreed. "Patience, ladies," Amanda said as her gorgeous nude body ascended the table. "You have all had a chance to experience this rare magnum dick down your throats. I'm not going to miss this opportunity before it is lost." "Not a drop," Patti demanded knowing Amanda's ravenous sexual appetite. Amanda smiled as she straddled my face, allowing her pussy to come down softly over my mouth, while she lowered her mouth over my waiting dick. "I am going to suck you until you make me cum, lover-boy. The sooner I cum again, the sooner this waiting geyser of yours will be released. I immediately went to work on her pussy. Amanda filled her hand with whipped cream. She coated her already wet pussy like frosting on a cake. My tongue didn't slow in its work as I lapped up the sweet cream. She took another handful and coated my dick, rubbing it up and down the shaft a few times. Everything in me strained to resist shooting my load. Amanda's body was like a goddess. I had admired and fantasized about her from afar since moving into the neighborhood. She knew it. When she had caught me staring several months ago during one of our neighborhood front yard gatherings, she whispered "wet dreams are the best, aren't they?" This moment was no mere dream; it was a dream-come-true. Her whipped cream coated pussy was opened up to me like a dessert buffet while her skillful experienced mouth did its work. Amanda was in complete control and knew exactly what was happening inside of me. She worked my throbbing dick in her mouth like a master instructing her awe-inspired students gathered around the table. They were riveted by her technique and devious reputation. She simultaneously worked her hips in circles to guide her pussy's stimulation while expertly controlling mine. I had never experienced such well-honed skill, art and talent. She began to moan loudly, boasting that her third orgasm of the night was on its way. The pressure in my dick felt like clamped surgical tubing hooked to a fire hydrant pulling juices from every extremity of my body. Amanda rocked harder, bringing her orgasm closer toward a point of no return. She stroked my dick in her warm mouth, bringing it to one stroke of certain eruption. Everyone in the room knew it. She sat up quickly, holding my throbbing dick in her hand while letting out a dramatic scream of orgasm. "Yes! Do it, damn it, do it." Everything that happened in the next split unrecoverable seconds felt like a blur in slow motion. Amanda rode my face as her orgasmic love juices shot down my throat. At that same moment, my wife Suzi stepped into the room from the hallway. Amanda's screams of pleasure had guided Suzi through the large house to where dessert was being served. Suzi's curiosity and rampant imagination over the last two and a half hours compelled her to quietly crash the party. She had to see what was happening for herself. The women facing the hallway gasped in shock when they saw her enter. Amanda was dizzy from her continuing orgasm and showed no signs of slowing down, even when she saw Suzi. Then she recognized and seized a rare moment of competitive advantage that would be talked about for years. Amanda smiled cunningly as she leaned forward to ravenously engulf my throbbing dick in her skillful mouth. She unleashed every oral weapon she had, maneuvering her tongue and lips as she made her masterful descent. Stunned women around the table recognized her wicked plan and cried out in desperate opposition. Amanda's cheeks, mouth and tongue were in constant intentional motion as she retraced her path up my engorged tool with unmatched technique and determination. Amanda looked up to lock eyes with Suzi as she made her final descent. My dick pulsated against the walls of her mouth and expert tongue. Amanda knew that nothing now could keep what every woman in the room wanted from exploding down her lone throat. She had craved it all night, and was taking it all for herself. I felt paralyzed while a jolt of electricity flowed through my entire body. I reached down to grab the edge of the table with both hands. My hips involuntarily thrust up, forcing my dick deep into Amanda's throat. Amanda skillfully plumbed my aching primed pump, unleashing volumes of thick juice. "Ghhhhaaaaaadd," I screamed as what felt like a quart of cream that had been siphoned and held at bay for two and a half hours launched as a geyser from my body. Amanda gagged victoriously as the juices crowded down the funnel of her hungry throat. Stephanie quickly pushed Amanda off of me, allowing the women on the other side of the table to catch her. White juices dripped from the corners of her lips as she smiled victoriously. Natalia instinctively reached up and spanked her bare ass, leaving a red handprint on her creamy skin. "Mmmmm," Amanda arrogantly answered, keeping her mouth closed to prevent any milk from escaping. She gulped every drop of the flood that filled her cheeks. "God that's good." "You've had yours, and you will get what's coming – but it's time for us to get ours," Clarice answered. She took my dick in both hands and began to finish what Amanda had started. "Ladies," Stephanie added taking control back, "time to lift and fill your glasses." Patti reached over, picked up Amanda's glass and handed it to Suzi. "Welcome," she said, "this belongs to you now." Suzi felt awkward, sober and overdressed for this gathering, but accepted the glass. She stepped into the circle surrounding the table. She took in the sight of my dessert topping covered body surrounded by ten gorgeous women equally marked by the toppings she herself had prepared. She watched Clarice's dark hands working my white shaft and was surprised to feel her own pussy begin to twinge with arousal. My body convulsed against the table as Clarice mercilessly worked to drain every drop of its pent-up juices. Champaign glasses reached in from all around me to catch the huge thick globs of white cream flying through the air. What didn't fill the glasses, landed on faces, tits and hair of the encircled women. Clarice persisted until every glass received its inaugural sample. Stephanie emptied two and a half bottles of champagne into the glasses, topping them all off as the cold bubbles mixed with my warm cream. "To Suzi and her dessert!" Stephanie said raising her glass. "To Suzi!" they all answered the toast, clinking their glasses with one another. Suzi lifted her glass and felt new pride as she connected with each one around the circle. "Down the hatch girls! The first one who empties their glass has dibs on more dessert." Amanda stood by and watched. She was excluded from the toast, but was still savoring the taste of the cream she scammed off the top. The milky champagne they were all drinking was a consolation prize compared to the undiluted creamy grand prize launched deep down her throat seconds before. Amanda also savored seeing the other women in shock and jealously as she selfishly schemed to drain me. Heidi's glass of champagne avec la crème went straight to her head as quickly as it vanished from her glass. "He's mine!" she said with both hands up in the air. She held her empty glass as if she had just crossed the finish line of a track and field sprint. She looked over to Suzi as if to ask permission. Suzi glanced at my Viagra-induced member impressively readied for continued service, and smiled back at Heidi. "He's yours," she agreed, "and it looks like he is ready. Get all you can." "I've never been ass-fucked," Heidi admitted. "It sounded so good on the phone. It's time I experience it for myself." With that, unlimited imaginative sex and cold champagne was served to everyone in the room for almost two more hours. Suzi was mesmerized as she watched, feeling both guilty and aroused as she watched me obediently service the demands of every woman in the room. "Hey everyone, I think it's Suzi's turn," Jennifer announced in a loud voice to the other exhausted spent women. They cheered at the thought. "Oh no," Suzi said embarrassed. "I will get mine later." "The deal is he does anything we want, right Suzi?" Stephanie asked with a purpose. Suzi nodded in agreement. "I think we want him to fuck you. Show us how to make him cum one more time after we have drained him all night, and all of this is yours again." Stephanie held up the manila folder with Suzi's keys and stocks. Suzi conceded by putting her hands up when Rosa began to pull her top up over her head, exposing her red bra. Sunji reached for Suzi's short skirt and yanked it down, revealing her matching red thong. "Nice," she said. Rosa unclasped the front of Suzi's bra, allowing it to fall to the floor behind her. Sunji followed suit, helping the matching thong to land on top of the skirt at her feet. Suzi had been uncomfortable having sex a few months before with an opened cell phone on the bed. Now she stood naked to have sex with me as entertainment for her inebriated book club. Suzi paused before I saw her face noticeably change to a look of vigilant determination. "These women have pleasured themselves all night with my husband," she thought to herself. "But no one knows how to fuck him like I do. It is time for them to see what it really means to fuck a man's brains out." "Oh God," I said out loud, recognizing her look of her competitive resolve. Suzi confidently walked around the table, tracing my body with her fingers. "Let's call everything you have experienced so far tonight foreplay," she whispered to me, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Now it is time you have the fucking of your life." She smiled with a look a chess player has when she knows her next move will checkmate the opponent. "Watch and learn girls," she said before mounting me on the table. The book club cheered, poured more champagne and watched in stunned amazement. Epilogue Just before midnight, the evening began to wind down with the affects of the Viagra brownie. Clarice had her fill of chocolate and cream. Heidi had two helpings of strawberries and cream, and more. Every woman in the room enjoyed what they had only imagined, and what they had never imagined. All of us were exhausted. Music continued to play and began to re-emerge over the sound of quiet satisfied voices. We each found the clothes we came with and began to redress. There was a quiet awe in the room for what had just happened. "Has anyone seen my purse?" Amanda asked as she put on her second multi-colored high heel shoe. "It has my car keys in it." She stood up, in her matching bustier and her see-through white skirt that showed off the matching thong beneath. "We have it," Stephanie answered authoritatively. The room became eerily quiet. Light rock from the stereo softened the silence. "What do you mean you have it?" Amanda asked in a demanding voice. Stephanie put her hand up as if to motion for Amanda to be calm and quiet. The other women listened as they continued to get dressed. "We have it," she said. "It is locked away until tomorrow." Stephanie paused for effect. "Tomorrow night." Amanda knew immediately what Stephanie meant. "I don't think so," she argued. "It doesn't matter what you think," Stephanie said. "What matters is what you will do. As we agreed, you will represent the rest of us by bringing the ending of the book to life for every man there. Tomorrow night, you will be willing to do whatever they want you to do." "But I need my purse, my keys," Amanda complained. "No you don't," Jennifer answered. "Tomorrow is Saturday. You don't need to go anywhere, until tomorrow night." "What you will need is rest," Rosa added. "I am guessing our fun tonight was a picnic compared to what they will have in store for you." "We have your keys, your credit cards, everything. As you know, we are not afraid to use them." "Oh God," Amanda said. The thought of this is beyond what even she had ever imagined subjecting herself to. "You agreed to this Amanda," Sunji said. "We all did," Stephanie added. "You made the choice. Tomorrow night you will cheerfully entertain and deliver on your promise. " The room agreed. "I will call your boyfriend and tell him the lingerie party has been cancelled, so he doesn't show up. Ladies, make sure everyone else is there. They have lingerie to buy!" "Hey Suzi," Natalia added, "if your husband has recovered, he might find some of the lingerie ... inspiring." "OK ladies," Amanda said in confident submission. "But when your man comes home, it will be with more than lingerie in his hand. I am going to rock their world, raise the bar, and set a new standard for what they will expect from you. Once with me, they will never go back to sex as usual." Her tone carried a promise. "Big talk," Jasmine said. "I dare you to deliver on that ... if you can." The room smiled at her playful challenge. The new competitive gauntlet had been thrown. Amanda was never more determined to meet a challenge and win, than she was in that moment - and throughout the night that followed. This beautiful neighborhood would never be the same. The HO-A begged for a sequel.