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                              Partying Big
                           by Thinking Horndog

Copyright© 2007 by Thinking Horndog


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Description: A female co-worker asks a shy guy to help keep her from being ragged on at a family function -- but it turns out that there's a little more to it...

Codes: MF FF Mult cons reluc gay bi het group interr oral mastrb pett squirt ws BBW
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Chapter 1


Mimi French is a big girl -- almost six feet tall and sized to match all over. She's an olive-skinned brunette with big, placid green eyes in her late twenties. I met her at work; she was a supervisor in the customer service department. Many times while I was fixing some wiring fault in the mess the contractors left when they set up that department's phone and data links, I could hear her calm, low-pitched voice soothing some angry customer. She had a big, comfortable looking ass that swayed and shimmied when she walked down the halls wearing those thin, wide-legged pants that were all the rage a while back and a nice sized, soft-looking rack that drew your eyes to her chest -- probably C cups -- not huge, just big enough to create a serious cleavage.

Now, you need to understand that I wasn't a big girl kind of guy -- probably because I'm not huge myself. I'm five feet ten and weigh maybe one eighty -- and I'm wiry, not Mr. Gymnasium. I have a receding hairline and eyeglasses and while I'm not stone ugly, I'm not handsome, either -- the only two things that are remarkable about me are well hidden, either between my ears or between my legs -- and women couldn't find either spot. Basically, it didn't matter what I was into, I wasn't going to attract anything, anyway -- but in general, big girls didn't set me off.

Except Mimi.

I don't think of myself as an ass man, or a leg man, or a tit man -- every woman has something on her that looks nice, hopefully. Mimi had a nice face, a rack I REALLY wanted to see the nipples on, an ass that more than fit her size and looked hot when she walked and big legs that looked silky smooth and had all of the right curves. She had smooth, long-fingered hands and feet, and her nails were never anything wild, but always perfect -- on both ends -- the default being clear lacquer, but she did apply color occasionally. She didn't have a belly, either -- well, there was a little pooch, there, but it was womanly, not a roll.

Now, in this day and age, you don't say a damned thing to a woman in the workplace, so I kept my mouth -- and my eyes, where possible -- to myself. I figured I'd meet her old man at the company holiday party (God forbid you call it Christmas -- God forbid you say God!) and I'd be able to cross her off the great, long list of women I lusted after at that point. But one fine Friday in August, I was on the floor stringing Category 5 wire between two cubes when a pair of legs drifted into view and a low voice said, "What are you doing for the holiday weekend, Pete?"

The answer, of course, was 'nothing' -- I would go out that night and drink a lot of beer and try -- probably unsuccessfully -- to pick up some dog -- and repeat the effort on Saturday night, and maybe Sunday. In between, I would work on my website and maybe soak up some sun on my little apartment's balcony and download porn and play online fantasy games -- not the stuff of grand adventure. I managed to croak out the short version, "Nothing..." while my eyes refused to be politically correct and wandered up the additional five inches of thigh that my position and Mimi's stance allowed me to see. Eventually, I got control over them and cranked my head back to meet her eyes, and there wasn't any condemnation there for my moment of weakness -- in fact, they pled a bit as she said, "My folks are having a party tomorrow up at their place about sixty miles from here. It would save me a whole lot of ragging if I showed up with a guy -- even just a friend, you know? There'll be plenty to eat and drink..."

I stifled the, "And you want me?" and went straight for, "Uh, sure... sounds a lot better than anything I might have planned..."

"Great! Where can I pick you up?" she asked, and I rattled off my address, slowly coming to the realization that I had a date!

That night, I reluctantly passed up going out and drinking myself stupid; instead, I stayed home and fantasized and beat off to porn, figuring that I needed to be one hundred percent, at least on arrival at Mimi's parent's place. After that, depending on how things were going, I could let things deteriorate as the chances of sleeping with Mimi diminished. I was under no illusions regarding any second date... 

Mimi picked me up in a couple of midriff tops over a sports bra and red shorts and flip-flops with sunflowers between the toes; I sat in the passenger seat of her car and tried to memorize all of the exposed skin without getting caught ogling. Fortunately, she was driving -- but I figure I got caught a half-dozen times, anyway. There wasn't a whole lot of conversation; she gave me the lowdown on her folks and her sister Trina. "You don't have to pretend we're an item or anything," she told me, "just be yourself. Having a guy along at all will cause them to call off the dogs -- we don't have to lie to them."

Hell, I'd have draped myself all over her and called her Sweetie Pie and sucked big hickeys on her neck in public! I settled for a simple, "No problem..."

She squeezed my leg and said, "Thanks, Pete! You're a sport!"

I wanted to be a spurt... 

The party was all it was cracked up to be and a lot more -- and the place seemed to be the collection point for hefty honeys in the northern hemisphere that weekend. Females in the older generation were all good-sized, and there were sisters and cousins and in-laws, and who knows what. Several of them brought girlfriends and when I looked around it seemed like there were four women for every guy -- and except for a dude named Ray that Mimi's cousin Polly had brought along, there weren't any males my age that weren't married to someone. There was some variety, but they all seemed to have big asses; on the other hand, they all tended to have nice, soft-looking racks and sweet faces. In family, the girls all seemed to have green eyes; I dunno why, but I've always been captivated by green eyes... I spent the afternoon trying to keep my eyes in my head; every damned one of them, including a couple of Mimi's aunts, had blouses on that I wanted to reach inside the neckline of and palm the contents. This stuff wasn't my usual fare and it had its downsides, but it was plenty hot... 

Mimi's sister Trina had a yard of ass covered in cellulite and thunder-thighs to match, but grapefruit-sized tits -- and hot eyes. There was no chance that I was going to look at her and not catch her looking back. I was sitting at the picnic table sucking my fourth beer -- which was probably two too many -- when Mimi's Aunt Betty plopped down beside me and started plying me with questions, "So, have you and Mimi been going out long?" she asked, putting her hand on my thigh.

I glanced down at it but left it; Aunt Betty had the family rack and the family eyes and she was divorced. "This is our first date," I replied honestly.

"Where did you meet?" She started rubbing.

"At work. We work for the same company."

"And you waited this long to ask her?" More rubbing; my cock was starting to pay attention.

"Well, you know how it is these days -- it isn't politically correct to ask a woman out at work -- or even tell her she's hot..." 'Too much beer, ' I thought, 'I need to shut up.'

"Yes, that's so sad..." Aunt Betty murmured, leaning against me.

Mimi settled in on my right and said, "Aunt Betty, are you bothering Pete?"

Aunt Betty turned and planted my left arm between her tits while she told Mimi over my shoulder, "I was just asking him why we haven't seen him before..."

Mimi eyed me. "What did you tell her?"

"It's our first date," I said simply.

Mimi's face went through a couple of expressions, but settled on satisfaction. "That's right," she told Aunt Betty, "and you're hogging him." She took my hand and pulled me up and away; I held onto my beer, but followed meekly. "Aunt Betty is a tease," Mimi related. "Are you having a good time?"

"Oh, yeah -- it's great!" I bubbled.

"Well, things will thin out later -- we usually escape the older crowd and the kids in a couple of hours and go over to Aunt Betty's -- is that okay?"

"Sure," I croaked. Maybe, if Mimi wasn't going to bed me, Aunt Betty would... 

Except for periods when eight to twelve women of various ages were sitting around the dining room table gossiping, Mimi stayed close for the rest of the afternoon; when she did wander off, I occupied my free time by playing with somebody's pooch or helping one of the cousin's husband corral their kids. I remember thinking that it was odd that the skinny, titless twelve- year-olds that bounced here and there were going to grow up to be Amazons -- they just didn't look it. But they had those eyes... 

There were women in my generation of every color in the rainbow; a couple of them were doing Goth shit, and a couple looked like dykes, but they all had decent tits and bigger than decent asses, but were otherwise okay. Some of them had that duck thing -- big jugs and a big ass made them lean forward to walk -- but a bunch of them just stood up tall and proud... The blondes seemed to be the smallest, oddly -- there were two who were cousins from somewhere. There were two black chicks -- somebody's girlfriends -- but one of them could have been family, genetically, aside from color. I stopped drinking beer, but Trina wandered over with this malt beverage for me to try, and then somebody else brought me something and someone else, and someone else, and "Hey, would you finish this? I really don't like it, but I hate to waste it..." By eight o'clock, I could hardly stand.

Mimi tugged me gently by the hand, saying, "We're going over to Aunt Betty's now," and I followed willingly, watching the world tilt this way and that and pretending I was flying a fighter doing aerobatics to make the cockpit view look like that. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"No," I slurred honestly, "I'm blitzed. People kept handing me stuff to drink..."

"I'm a little tipsy, too," Mimi giggled, "we'll probably stay the night at Aunt Betty's, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." Even drunk, I didn't want to wake up in a car, dead.

"I'll tell the girls to lighten up on you, okay?"

"Okay." I passed up a comment that I didn't have the body mass to keep up with them -- even drunk, it didn't seem politic.

Aunt Betty had a swimming pool; I only remember bits and pieces of using it with a half-dozen women who were wearing wet tank tops and who knew what below -- it all happened after playing some card game with four or five giggling girls. I don't remember the game, only that I was losing, regularly, despite the fact that Mimi was helping me by standing behind me and holding my cards. I couldn't hear very well; her sports bra was gone, along with one top, and she would lean forward and a breast would slide along my neck on either side. I didn't give a fat fuck WHAT the card game was... I'm sure my face showed it, because the girls just giggled and giggled and giggled... 

Then we hit the pool, and I just lost it -- too much energy expenditure trying to burn too much alcohol. I managed to flop out and Mimi and someone else basically carried me inside, and Aunt Betty said something about opening the couch in the rec room downstairs; I think I got out some kind of apologetic thanks before I passed out.

When I woke up, it felt late -- and was blacker than pitch -- and I had to piss like nobody's business. I was also still pretty damned drunk. There was a warm body on either side of me; when I went looking for a side to crawl out of, I couldn't seem to get past the expanses of bare skin. 'Okay, ' I reasoned blurrily, 'I'll slide out the foot... ' I scooted down as gently as I could (I was still pretty clumsy) and dropped my feet over the foot of the folded-out couch -- onto someone's belly! "Oof!" she grunted.

"Oops! Sorry!" I hissed.

Whoever it was sat up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I have to pee," I admitted.

"You'll never make it," I was told. "It's a minefield down here."

"B--but..." I was going to be a fountain!

"Come here, sit up..." Hands reached out and pulled me closer to the edge. At that point, I became aware that I was buck naked. A soft hand enveloped my piss hard, "Are you sure that's all you need?" the voice asked, going sultry.

"It's... seriously urgent..." I gasped. Gawd, that hand was soft!

"I'll take care of it," the voice said, and hair brushed my thighs and a good-sized pair of hooters settled against the upper slopes of my knees -- and a wet mouth descended over my painfully erect cock.

"Uuugh!" I gusted. It was Heaven -- and Hell! "Look, I'd love to get a blowjob, but I HAVE to pee!" I whined quietly.

"Let go in my mouth," she said. "It's the only way, believe me!"

"B--but..." She was kidding, right?

"If it wasn't okay, I wouldn't offer," the voice told me. "Besides, you'll owe me, after..."

"No shit..."

"No," she chuckled throatily, "I don't do that..." Her tongue slid under my cock again and she mouthed, "Doe ahead," around it.

"Don't suck," I begged, "It's hard enough to switch over the plumbing!" She opened her lips. I couldn't believe that I was doing this, but I HAD to go... Concentrating, I worked out a trickle... 

... and she swallowed it -- I felt her mouth and throat move. It was... hot... the most personally subservient thing any woman had ever done for me! I was amazed -- and filled with lust! At that moment, I didn't give a damn if she weighed four hundred pounds -- I was gonna stick my dick in her! But first, I had to finish peeing... 

I managed to release the valve and get things going and the flood went on and on -- and she swallowed it, constantly; I don't think she missed a drop! When it was over, she backed off and gasped a little and whispered, "Wow!"

"I did a lot of drinking and not a lot of peeing," I apologized.

"You have an absolutely HUGE cock," she whispered, leaning forward to envelope the first few inches, then backed off. "If you don't mind, I'd rather not waste your cum by sucking it. Can we fuck?"

I owed her -- and I wanted to, bad! But... "Who is this?"

"I'm not telling!" she giggled. The light hadn't gotten better with time; it was pitch black -- if there was a door somewhere in the room, I couldn't even see a crack of light under it; if she didn't tell, I wasn't going to find out by looking at her... 

"What about Mimi?" I asked.

"Do her," said a familiar voice on my left, "then come up here and do me!"

I couldn't argue much with that; I slid off the foot of the fold-out couch (over the rail that held the mattress in place, which was unpleasant), and let her hand drag me into position over her. The topside of my cock dragged along the split lips of a wet gash, and I repositioned without thinking about it and started working my way inside.

She moaned and gasped and clutched me to her and crossed her legs over the small of my back and rocked her pelvis up to take me deeply -- but it was a slow process, not that I was complaining. Her insides were something between a hot washrag and oily velvet -- and tight -- the penetration was just indescribable! I groaned, and she gasped in my ear, "Oh, Baby! Where did you get that dick?"

I think that was the last intelligible thing either of us said for however long I was in the saddle, stroking -- which could have been five minutes, and could have been twenty. When it was over, and I'd poured five gallons of semen into my unknown partner, I remembered birth control: "Shit! I'm not fixed!"

"Good!" came from at least three different sources; we'd awakened several of the other occupants of the room in our efforts. "How was it?" somebody asked.

"He's a foot long -- I swear to God!"

"No I'm not!" I argued, "Eight and a half inches, maybe..."

"Eight and a --!" A pair of feet came down on my right and a vise took a hold of my right wrist. "Get up here!" I naturally followed my wrist, my cock making a wet, slurping sound as it popped out of my sex partner, and found myself atop another woman. "Show me!" I opened my mouth to tell her that it was too dark, and she let go of my wrist and wrapped both hands around my gooey prod. "Omigawd! It IS!" The next thing I knew, I was seated at another wet opening!

It was every bit as good as the last -- and I had more endurance! I fucked and fucked, and she (I was pretty sure it was Mimi) threw her mound up at me on every stroke, and we made animal noises -- and women kept rubbing themselves on me, feeling me, running their hands on me from my bald spot to my toes! I ran flat above her for a while, but somebody kept trying to get between us so I went vertical and racked her thighs back on either side of her unseen jugs. There were sucking noises, so I reached down, and someone was sucking the goo from my cock off her fingers and someone was over her, kissing her, and someone shoved a nipple in my mouth... There were moans and the wet sounds of multiple women frigging themselves and I fucked like an insane thing, wild from the sounds and the smells and the touch of God knew how many women... 

I don't know how long it went on, but I do know that I was in no shape for it -- and when my cock exploded, I went out right behind it... 

The next time I awoke, it was quiet again. Someone had turned on a night light or something, so I managed to recognize Mimi hovering above me, stroking my face. "Pete? Are you okay, Honey?" She was gloriously naked, and her jugs hung down, glowing softly golden in the dim light. "Have you been hiding that thing in your pants all this time?"

"Yeah," seemed to cover it; I didn't add specifics. "I need food and about four ibuprofen and five gallons of cold water," I muttered, "Other than that, I'm absolutely great!" I reached up to capture a hanging joy fruit, cupping it in my hand and feeling the nipple elongate in my palm. "Oh, shit, and I have to pee again..."

"Coming right up!" said a voice behind me -- Aunt Betty? "Somebody take care of his other problem..." A door opened, washing a bit more light over Mimi, then closed, taking my night vision with it. Somebody killed the night light, too. Mimi waddled forward onto my belly -- which caused me to gasp from the urgency brought on by the pressure on my bladder -- and a mouth descended upon my cock.

"Fill her up," Mimi leaned in to whisper in my ear.

I didn't argue -- I just let go in the mouth surrounding my cock. I was going to be spoiled; urinals were too impersonal. Mimi rubbed my shoulders and I palmed her sweet, soft titties and pissed and pissed and pissed... 

"Thank you," I told my human urinal, squeezing her hand at my hip.

"You can do better than that," she replied, "Move, Meems." Mimi slid off my stomach and someone -- I was pretty sure it was Trina -- climbed up where she had been, stroking my cock to further life. While whoever it was settled onto my cock, I held Mimi's hand to keep her close and asked her, "What happened?"

Mimi chuckled softly. "You were the life of the party last night, stone drunk. Nobody wanted to leave. Then when you woke up at four o'clock and gave that lovemaking demonstration, I got told that I had to share you..."

"Oh, God!" my latest sex partner gasped. "Meems, you bitch! Where did you find him? Omigawd! Fuck!" She started bouncing energetically on my pole, and it was like sliding in and out of steaming wet silk.

"But..."

"Shhhhh..." Mimi lowered her lips to mine and I was handled at both ends. I had no requirement to move anything but my tongue, but I did after a while, driving myself up to meet the pussy milking me, generating more whines and grunts and exclamations of pleasure. I let go of Mimi's tongue and breathed, "Tell me it was you..."

"It was, the second time," she whispered back. "It's gonna happen a bunch more times, if I get MY way..."

"I'm sure... if you... twist my arm..." I joked, panting.

"Share..." my current lover whined, and grabbed one of my hands and placed it on a sweaty tit.

"Give her what she wants," Mimi murmured, backing away. "She gets jealous..."

She was one of the bigger ones, whoever she was; at her peaks, bearing down and hammering her crotch into me, it got almost painful. I mauled her breasts and slammed up into her when I could, and she got off three times that were obvious, and maybe a fourth. Then I flooded her twat with goo and she rolled off me, gasping, "Thank you, Baby."

"Thank YOU, Hon," I retorted, gasping, "for everything!" Maybe I was a dick, but I kissed her sweaty neck, rather than her mouth -- after all, I'd peed in there... She squealed and seemed to be pleased as she moved off, so I guess it was okay.



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Chapter 2


The door opened again and Aunt Betty trooped in, wearing nothing, carrying a tray. "Your breakfast order, Sir!" she announced, settling it over my lap as I scooted up to put my back against the couch back. Behind her was a Goth chick and one of the black girls, each carrying a pitcher. "How about a Bloody Mary?" Aunt Betty asked. Somebody turned on a real, honest to God lamp so I could see more than the light coming from the doorway afforded.

"Yeah, that would be nice -- but water, first." I studied the breakfast. Scrambled eggs (I liked mine over easy, but... ) done with bacon (a plus!) and raisin toast, buttered (I'd have gone dry). "This is nice..."

"You'll pay for it," Aunt Betty told me, pouring a glass of water and handing me the pills. Looking up, she added, "Girls, yours is upstairs in the kitchen -- get it yourselves!" There was the sound of several sets of bare feet stumping out the door and up some stairs.

I popped the pills and chugged half a glass of water before switching to the Bloody Mary that the black girl had poured from the other pitcher. Taking a sip, I enjoyed the pepper in it while setting it on the tray and reaching for a fork. "How?" I asked.

"The way you have been," Aunt Betty replied. "Except instead of doing the young stuff, you have to fuck my old tired ass."

I looked around for Mimi; Betty divined my intent. "She went up to get breakfast -- but she knows. We made the deal last night while you were losing at strip poker."

I shook my head. "I was so fucked up it could have been Crazy Eights..."

"I know, Hon, and some of that was deliberate -- we knew you were shy. It showed early on," she said. "We wanted you lit enough to get comfortable and say things you normally wouldn't -- and you didn't disappoint!"

"Uh oh." I was going to be mortified... 

"You were sweet! You told every woman present that she was beautiful -- even Trina! And you told Mimi she was a goddess! You talked every girl at the table out of her top, and told each and every one of us what beautiful titties we have! Do you know how many times someone has told some of us things like that?"

"Well, no..."

"In some cases, exactly zero. You have no idea!"

"Well, I was drunk, but I don't remember seeing a set here I didn't like..." I admitted.

"Then we dragged you off to the pool, and you wore yourself out chasing girls all over it -- by the time you passed out, you could have had any girl in the place!"

"And I don't remember squat," I groused, "and I passed out!"

"Well, there's always tonight," Betty replied, smiling. "We'll get you back on your feet for the day and not overload you this afternoon -- you'll be fine."

"Tonight?"

"Yes -- didn't Mimi tell you? This is a two-day thing. If you'd been different, she'd have probably taken you home today and come back -- but the girls would snatch her bald if she tried, at this point!" Betty grinned. "There will be another barbeque about noon, and we'll find some way of entertaining ourselves this evening..."

"Maybe I'll know what I'm doing this time," I grunted.

"Well, we would prefer it if you were loose, but not blitzed," Betty agreed. "The girls need a little in them to get brave, too -- otherwise, everyone sits around getting embarrassed."

"I'm embarrassed NOW!"

"You shouldn't be," Betty rejoined. "You were cute and sweet and a keeper before you crashed -- and then you woke up and made like Supercock..."

"I'm not..." I sputtered.

"The Hell you aren't!" Betty argued. "How often do you get laid?"

"Very seldom," I told her. "Oh, a couple of women have told me I was something, but I figure they were just trying to latch onto me. Bar flies are easier to catch, but they don't share my interests. They all seem to have issues, and..."

Betty shook her head. "There are a lot of stupid, deprived women in the world, the way I hear it. Some woman should have scooped you up a long time ago -- except, if you deliver like you have today, you might need two!"

"I..." The woman was on drugs, or something. I forked more eggs into my mouth to keep from extending the argument.

Girls had been filtering back downstairs with plates in their hands; someone in the background muttered, "Amen!" I turned to look, but whoever it was stayed out of sight behind me.

It seemed like I needed to set someone straight, so I said, "Look, I'm just a normal guy..."

"With a world-class dick!" Betty cut me off, smirking. "Early in the evening when you were looped and playing around, we didn't get any serious impression of what you were packing, but when you fired it up..."

"When I fired it up!" I laughed. "I had a LOT of help! There's some sweet... uh..." I shut up.

"Pussy?" Betty supplied, cocking her head. "Girls, is there anyone here who objects to being told her pussy is sweet?"

"Nope!" Uh uh!" "No way!" Those were the clearest of the murmurs.

"Still..." I wasn't prepared to let them swell my head. "It's not..."

"A foot long?" Betty laughed. "But it IS eight and a half inches, right? That's two over the average -- did you know that?"

I didn't. "No shit?"

"No shit." Betty replied, nodding. "Six and a bit is the average -- and I've seen a LOT less!"

"Well, maybe I exaggerated," I replied. "We do that, you know..."

But Betty reached down and took it in hand and it started making a liar out of me pretty quickly. "Hurry up and eat, Honey -- I want my tip -- and several inches of shaft, too!" Betty told me, winking. "Somebody go up to my sewing area and bring back a cloth tape so we can see if Pete is exaggerating!"

"I've got it!" Feet thudded on the stairs behind me.

It's hard to concentrate on something as mundane as eating when a woman is knelt up between your spread legs playing with your dick -- or, at least, it's hard for me! Betty didn't blow me -- but she jacked me and blew her breath across the tip and licked it and grinned at me salaciously and generally had a good time getting me fully aroused. Somebody -- Annette, I think, one of the cousins -- showed up with the cloth tape and I tried to chew my toast placidly while Betty got serious -- but she was too talented; in seconds, I was hunched over, grunting in pleasure, unable to pay attention to food. Somebody hauled away the tray of leftovers -- two somebodies, I think, to keep me from spilling something -- while Betty proceeded to swallow my glans. Then she popped up and whipped the tape into place along my diamond- hard shaft. "What do you think, Mimi?" she asked.

"Closer to eight and three-quarters, I think," Mimi leaned in to look.

"Damn, Honey, you hit a home run with this one!" somebody muttered. "If you don't want him..."

"Get your own!" Mimi declared, her voice more firm than I'd heard it in a hundred discussions with nasty customers on the phone. "I'll share, but he's MINE -- aren't you, Sweetie?"

Now how the FUCK was I gonna say no to those big, green eyes? I just nodded, wordless, hypnotized, and kissed bachelorhood goodbye -- not that it was any loss... 

"So sweet..." Betty shook her head, smiling. I blushed. "Now get out of here, all of you, so an old woman can wallow over his sweet dick in peace!"

Grumbling, women headed for the stairs -- I still didn't know how many. Mimi waited to last, her hand on my shoulder. "Don't wear it out, Auntie!" she admonished Betty before telling me, "Give my favorite aunt a good ride, won't you, Sweetheart? She's deprived..."

Betty was already settling her cunt over my erection; I gasped and nodded my head and in a moment the door closed. "I'm going to leave the light on, so I can see the expressions on your face," Betty gasped. "Close your eyes if watching my fat flop around gets too sickening..."

She really wasn't anywhere near awful to look at, even slamming full blast up and down on my rod. I held her titties to keep them from interfering too much with what she was doing and she begged me to haul on them by the nipples, so I shifted my grip; she was prime for late forties or early fifties -- shit, she was prime for late twenties when riding a dick! She stopped twice to shudder and squirt on me while her eyes rolled up, and when I lost control and juiced her insides with my spunk, she flopped forward and kissed me on the neck and panted, "Thank you, Baby..."

"Shit, you're welcome!" I gasped in reply. We panted a moment, and I asked, "I still don't get it -- what's going on?"

Betty pushed herself to the vertical, my slowly deflating cock still buried inside her. "Honey, I'm sure you've noticed that our family runs to big girls..."

"Well, yeah," I agreed, "But..."

"But what, Honey?"

"Well, I dunno," I muttered while I pondered the whole thing. "I mean, I don't see anything that negative about you..."

"Do you do a lot of fat girls, Honey?" Betty pressed.

"Well, no..." I'd had a few -- being too choosy means you date your hand a lot if you had my limited amount of visible charms -- and generally, porky girls weren't any too flexible or energetic and they'd been too sweaty to be fun. "But your family doesn't impress me as being fat..."

"I bet I have fifty pounds on you, Honey," Betty insisted. "And it's NOT muscle!"

"But you're bigger!" I protested.

"That isn't generally a positive," Betty sighed. "Our girls run to big -- and they run to shy -- and it's a combination that isn't in demand..."

"Well, okay, but when I look around, I don't just see family..." I insisted. "Obviously, they make friends..."

"Girlfriends. Girls with the same issues, generally," Betty pointed out. "No doubt you've noticed that a couple of them are, um, dealing with things in other ways?"

"Yeah." I hadn't missed the lesbians.

"Show any of that bunch a good dick with a good man attached, and girls will be a dead issue," Betty said flatly. "They're just doing what they can."

"Still..." I protested. A little bit of extra ass and a little height didn't keep them from being beautiful... 

"Honey, big girls just aren't in demand -- and if you can't put yourself out there -- and our girls can't -- they've been stepped on too much growing up..." Betty insisted. "Do you have any idea how long it's taken Mimi to get up the nerve to invite you here? We talked about it over Memorial Day -- and I called her six times in the last week!"

"Memorial Day?" I echoed. Mimi had her eye on me since Memorial Day? Before that, even?

"Memorial Day." Betty nodded. "A lot of us get one shot, maybe, while we're young and at our peak and smell like wet pussy all the time... I got in a shot, but I screwed it up after a couple of years... The rest of us don't trip over anybody interested enough or brave enough or both..."

Now that I was here and had been fucked four times in eight hours, it was hard to fathom -- but yesterday, I'd had little in the way of expectations. And Mimi? I'd wanted her -- but I'd wanted Cheryl Tiegs -- and considered getting one as likely as getting the other. "If you'd left me to myself, I'd have never have made the cut," I grunted.

Betty made a wry face. "If I'd left HER to HERSELF, you'd have never even guessed!" She sighed. "I'm the family matchmaker -- somebody has to do it, and as the dirty-minded old divorced auntie, I get to be it."

"And the other guys in the family?" I asked. "Do they... ?"

"No." Betty shook her head. "Some of them can't, and some of them can't even guess -- they just don't have it in them, mentally or physically. They're all sweet guys, but some of them are narrow-minded. You were promising; Mimi told me about you and I went down to her place and got a look at you -- and I saw a sweet guy -- a sweet, SMART guy -- so we decided that it was time to go all out."

"What about..." I cudgeled my mind for the name. "Ray?"

Betty shook her head. "Ray might do for Polly, but he's limited -- too much macho, too few brain cells. Frankly, I think he's going to flunk his final exam."

"And me?" I asked.

"Honey, you aced it -- stone drunk -- BEFORE you fucked your first! You made every girl in the place feel loved -- or at least, lusted after," Betty shook her head. "We've had guys -- seemingly sweet guys -- get a little lit and a little turned on and tell girls that weren't their particular target that they were sweathogs, or fat cunts -- you can't imagine what comes out of someone's mouth when they're too fucked up to realize. One or two of them are in the family, anyway, because they really were hung up on the girl that brought them -- but most leave and are never invited back." Then she grinned. "Then you sat there at the poker table, looped, and shined your light on every one of them -- even Trina and Cassandra! You went WAY over the limit for polite conversation -- but managed NOT to get raunchy -- and you held Mimi's hand the whole time!" Betty shook her head. "You were picture perfect! You molested at least six of them in the pool, feeling them up, and then you would swim back to Mimi and I'm not sure what was going on under water, but you kept her happy..."

"What do I do now?" I asked.

"Show them a little joy," Betty replied. "Give them a little more self-confidence, so maybe they can get brave and reach out to someone. Maybe, at some point, if you're willing, you can help me find them something more permanent."

"What about Mimi?" I asked.

"She understands." Betty eyed me. "After what I've seen, we may need to send someone home with the pair of you -- you might fuck her to death, you stud!" She swatted me on the chest, grinning.

I laughed. "Like THAT's gonna happen!"

Betty cocked her head. "Hon, I'm gonna let you in on something about women. A woman can drain three men dry in a session -- but they can't keep up with one over time. It's better for her -- and better for YOU -- if she shares you. Stupid marital laws we drew up for our protection backfire on us regularly. I learned all of this the hard way..."

I absorbed this revelation, dazed. "What about kids?"

"Motherhood takes a toll," Betty replied. "It takes energy away from her that she'll want to give to you. And Mimi works, too..." She eyed me. "Someone else in the house will be a big help in covering the bases. Someone she loves and trusts. Someone who needs a man..."

Was I hearing right? I was going to go from zero women to two? "Who?"

"That's up to the two of you to decide," Betty told me. "Don't worry about Mimi -- I'll talk to her. Maybe you'll want to rotate..."

"I'm dreaming, apparently," I muttered. "Too much booze. I'm probably home in bed, dead drunk, dreaming, having played with myself and made a gooey mess of my bed. That's the only explanation for this."

"Well, Dreamer, I'm gonna go upstairs and see if anyone has seen your pants lately so you'll have something to wear this afternoon." Betty advised me, climbing off. "I'll send Mimi down with a wet washcloth to wipe off the mess..." I listened to her going up the stairs and wondered how I was going to maintain the standard of my first impression -- preferably while sober... 

Mimi came downstairs wearing a halter top and shorts, looking long and lovely, carrying my clothing from the day before and a wet washrag. I just stared at her for a moment. "What's wrong?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I can't answer that. Why any man wouldn't want to fuck you silly on sight is beyond me."

Her facial expression went through several phases, starting with shock -- and ending with tears. The good news is that she threw herself at me, getting me wet on the neck and shoulders -- on one side from the washrag, and the other from her tears. "You..." she gurgled. "Where on Earth did you come up with that?"

"It just leaked out," I mumbled.

"Only a man would say that," she husked, "and when you take that in to account, it's the sweetest thing I've ever heard..."

"If I live through the day, I'll have thirteen years of bad luck, because I've burned more than my share in the past twenty-four hours," I muttered back.

"I hope not," she sighed. "Damn, my stomach is all gooey."

"Well, with luck, you missed your shorts," I told her. "If you need somebody to dry anything..."

She laughed, sitting up and wiping at her midriff, then sobered. "Pete? I know we've been kind of out there... Is the whole deal too crazy for you? I mean, do you love me? Oh, I don't know WHAT I mean..." She turned her head away, and I knew that the last question had leaked past a solemn promise she'd made to herself not to ask it.

"I don't know if I can live up to the girls' expectations," I told her, "but I know what I want..." I reached for her. Forty-eight hours ago, she'd been on my list -- high on it, to be sure -- but considered as unattainable as everyone else on it. Now, was it fair to claim that she was the only one, just because she WAS attainable? I didn't know. Was that all there was to it?

She staved me off and started wiping the mess at my crotch. "Aunt Betty should clean up after herself instead of making me do it," she muttered. "Some of the girls..." Then she giggled.

"What?"

"Some of the girls would lick it up!"

"No they wouldn't!" I burst out.

"Want to bet?" Her eyes twinkled. Before I could say anything, she got up and went to the door and yelled, "Cassandra! Pete's all gooey!"

Cassandra hauled herself into view; she wasn't quite as big as Trina, but her ass and thighs were sizeable -- and she was the only female in the clan that I'd seen thus far that slipped over into the homely zone -- but she still had nice hooters... "What do you mean, all gooey?"

"Well, Aunt Betty left him all covered in spooge..." Mimi told her.

"No kidding?" She eyed my crotch. "If you're gonna wipe it, why call me?"

"Well, I had second thoughts..." Mimi replied.

"Next time, think FIRST!" Cassandra complained. She reached out with a stubby finger and collected a smear, then popped it into her mouth. "Yeah, same stuff..." She looked up at me. "Can I?"

I glanced at Mimi. "I guess."

By the time she was done, my belly and balls were clean as a whistle -- and my cock was at full staff. Cassandra started deep-throating me, but Mimi stopped her, "Later, Cass."

"Promise?" Cassandra pressed.

"We'll get you a full load, Honey," Mimi assured her.

"I'm taking you at your word," Cassandra prompted, backing off.

"I know," Mimi replied solemnly.

"Okay, then." Cassandra smiled sweetly at me, "Thanks, Pete!"

"Sure, Honey," I replied. "Any time." I listened as she thudded up the stair, then said, "I don't get it."

Mimi pursed her lips. "It's all about what you can't have. She loves the stuff. This morning, she sucked it all out of..." She caught herself. "Never mind."

"Why can't you tell me who I had sex with?" I asked her.

"We don't want you grossed out," Mimi replied. "Or to play favorites."

"Oh." There didn't seem to be much else to say.

"Get dressed, Sweetie," she said, rubbing my razor stubble, "We need to put in an appearance upstairs." I nodded and pulled my pants to me.



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Chapter 3


Despite Cassandra's efforts, I really didn't feel clean until I'd showered; after more or less presiding at the ladies' brunch, I excused myself and took one. By the time I was out and dry, most of the women had headed back off to Mimi's parents' place to start on preparations for day two of the barbeque.

Mimi took me there and plopped me on the couch in front of the TV, where the baseball game was on, with another Bloody Mary. Mimi's dad looked up and smiled tolerantly, "You had quite a bit yesterday."

"The girls kept plying me with liquor," I replied. "I'm on guard today."

"You're still here today," one of the husbands observed, bouncing a six year old boy on his knee.

"Yeah..." Given what I knew about the situation, nobody was more surprised than me.

I don't do baseball, as a rule, so I couldn't discuss stats; I just watched the game. Nobody complained. Over the next hour or so, eight or nine women wandered in from the direction of the kitchen and either beamed or eyed me warily -- all of them from the married subset of the family except Polly. Polly was Cassandra's sister -- the one that got the looks in the blonde, fair-skinned branch of the family. The day before, Polly had been with Ray -- who was conspicuous by his absence.

Like a lot of the others, Polly didn't say anything -- she just looked at me -- but in her case, it was an extremely lengthy examination. Mr. French finally looked up and asked her, "Something wrong, Polly?"

"No," she said shortly.

"Why are you giving Pete, here, the evil eye?"

"It's not evil," she protested, "I just can't see how Mimi picked him out."

Mr. French turned an eye on me. "Is that how it is?"

I took a slug of my Bloody Mary to gather my thoughts, then said, "Well, Sir, that's really up to Mimi. I'll abide by her decision in the matter, whether I want to or not."

Mr. French eyed me for a moment, then grinned. "Somebody give you Women 101 at some point?"

I shrugged. "It takes two to tango, Sir. I'll dance until she gets tired of having her feet stepped on."

"Huh," Polly grunted. "If she's that dumb, I can count ten other women who'll line up to take over..." She eyed me. "Maybe I know why, now." Turning on her heel, she headed off.

Mr. French eyed me. The husband with the boy on his knee eyed me. Every OTHER male in the room eyed me. "You seem to have made an impression," Mr. French said carefully.

"Probably no one is more surprised than I am, Sir," I told him. I turned my attention back to the TV; eventually, they all did, too.

Twenty minutes later, Mama French came boiling through the door with a plate of baked goods -- and despite the fact that I was halfway across the room from Mr. French, I got the plate right after he did. She didn't move on, either -- just stood there, smiling until I backed up and said, "Thank you," with a brownie I really didn't want in my hand. Even then, she was slow to move on. This was in direct opposition to the day before, when I'd been greeted VERY warily and watched closely from a distance; I think the late Ray fared better. "Mimi says you like chocolate," she burst out when it appeared that we had no more reason to be in each other's presence.

"Mimi is right, as usual," I replied, wondering where Mimi would have garnered such information. Probably Mama French just made it up... 

It didn't keep her from beaming at me before finally moving on -- and handing the plate to one of the husbands to pass to the others. I wondered just how obvious THAT was... Mr. French noticed, for sure. Rising, he speared me with a look, "Let's go start the grill."

I knew when I was being summoned; I swigged the remains of my Bloody Mary (coughing on some pepper that had dropped to the bottom of the glass) and followed him outside.

He made a production of squatting to check the gas tank connections and turning on the valve, then punching the igniter as he turned on each of the burners -- then he turned to me. "You want to tell me what magic spell you just cast over Emily?"

"Emily?" I asked blankly.

"Mimi's mother."

"Oh." I hadn't gotten her name the day before -- just Mama... "They're up to something, Sir -- those women. I'm a victim."

He pursed his lips, eyeing me, then nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right. From the looks of things, unless you run real fast, I'll be welcoming you into the family."

"I'm a slow runner, Sir."

"Glad to hear it." He got out a brass brush and worked over the grilles; our conversation was over. We went back inside and he stuck his head in the kitchen, "Ten minutes." Then he waved me back into the living room and I resumed my seat on the couch. About half of the distaff males eyed me with one expression or another on their faces; the other half ignored me and concentrated on baseball. I pretended to be fascinated with the stuff.

Ten minutes later, Mimi stuck her head through the door, "Pete, Honey, would you come here a minute?"

I gathered my glass and clambered up off the couch and waddled into the dining room. A half-dozen of my poker buddies from the night before were standing in various positions in the room, eyeing me, and another half-dozen of the already-marrieds were leaning around the kitchen door. Mimi took my glass and handed it to Trina, then asked casually, "What did Daddy want?"

"He wanted to know if I was up to something."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him it was a big female conspiracy. He's familiar with such things," I grinned.

"What else did he say?" Mimi asked, eyeing me sidelong.

"He asked me if I thought I could run fast enough not to get caught. I told him the truth -- I'm a slow runner." That got me pushed against the wall while a pair of ten thousand volt lips mashed themselves against mine. I launched a tongue and grabbed a big double handful of ass and worked hard at holding up my end -- and apparently did a respectable job, since Mimi lost her breath. When she backed off, it was only far enough to whisper, "That's my ass you're squeezing!"

I grinned and whispered back, "Are you sure? Maybe it's mine..." That got me another lip-lock. After that, though, she broke out. "Go back to your game, you animal!" she exclaimed, clearly trying to pretend that my advances were unwelcome. I glanced around; nobody was buying -- including Mama French, who was somewhat scandalized. Aunt Betty was grinning from ear to ear.

I looked penitent. "Don't I even get a refill?" Trina glanced down at the glass she was holding and took off like a shot, her oversize ass swaying. I had to hand it to her -- she managed to be graceful despite it, doing these little swinging jinks that got her past the slow-moving females in the kitchen door without any apparent collisions. Ninety seconds later she was back, still hustling. We'd kind of hung out in tableau while we waited, nobody really moving much; Mimi was pretending that I was a brute for squeezing her ass, and everyone else was basically waiting on Trina. When she solemnly handed me the glass, I cocked an eyebrow at Mimi and leaned down and bussed Trina on the lips while deliberately squeezing a big handful of her ass. This elicited a startled gasp from Mama French and a cackle from Aunt Betty -- and I'd never seen anyone with their heart in their eyes until I got a look at Trina's as I backed away. I turned and headed back to the living room, deliberately ignoring the general uproar behind me, knowing that it was generally favorable.

Two minutes later, Mimi swayed in and plopped -- rather heavily -- in my lap, bracing herself against the couch arm. I limited myself to a quiet "Oof!" Mimi got glares from various quarters for her clear invasion of 'man territory' -- but no overt action. Mimi leaned in and whispered, "You set expectations in there -- Trina is gonna be Hell on wheels -- and the others are all gonna be lining up for sugar..."

"It's your fault," I countered, "for pretending to be outraged at having your ass squeezed a little."

"How do you know I was pretending?" she asked, eyeing me sidelong. I just returned her look. "Okay, so maybe I was -- did you have to set the whole place on it's ear?"

"Your aunt seems to think I need to deliver on expectations," I whispered.

"Well you can disappoint THEM a little, as long as you don't disappoint ME!" she whispered back.

"Have I?"

"No. But be careful, okay? Trina..."

"... Needs lovin'," I finished for her. "I'll be careful."

"Okay." She kissed me on the cheek and swayed out. I became aware that Mr. French was eyeing me in amusement.

From there on, the day proceeded fairly smoothly. Without anyone else trying to bump up my alcohol consumption, I controlled it easily, staying just lit enough to be loose and easy and not freaked by the crowd of people. Couples and families started punching out at about five o'clock, headed home; we headed out a bit later, since we were only going to Aunt Betty's and she needed to back out of the party first.

Mimi and I walked into Aunt Betty's living room at about eight o'clock to find about eight of the female relatives gathered there, plus guests -- Cassandra, Polly, Trina, Annette, her friend Trish (a Goth chick), Michelle, her girlfriend Lily, Irene, her friends Leticia and Kenya, Elaine, Aunt Kate and, of course, Aunt Betty... I swept my eyes over that mass of feminine flesh and the first thing out of my mouth was, "Um, look, there's only one of me..."

Aunt Betty laughed out loud. "Well, four of us have had you -- but Mimi's an exception. On the other hand, you don't know who you've had and who you haven't, do you?" She grinned maliciously.

"You're right," I agreed. "But I still have limits, anyway..."

"We'll see..." Betty argued.

"Well, I wasn't here last night," Mimi's Aunt Kate declared, "and I hear amazing things..."

"I'm sure some of them are fairy tales," I replied. Aunt Kate looked like she had fangs.

"I've already seen ample evidence that you're no fool!" Kate replied, eyeing me. "Some jerk-offs would be selling wolf tickets about now... Your head doesn't seem to have swollen too much."

"The visible one, anyway," Betty chuckled.

"I also hear you like titties," Kate pressed. "Are you just a tit man, or do you have other interests?"

"I, uh, take the whole woman into account," I stammered.

"So," she turned around and indicated her sizeable butt -- and age probably helped make it one of the larger ones present in a group with asses larger than the median. "What about this?"

"I've learned a whole new appreciation," I replied, "although I always considered Mimi's to be an asset..." There was a titter generated by my inadvertent pun, but Mimi beamed.

"So," Kate pressed, "is there anyone in this room you wouldn't fuck?"

I let my eyes sweep the room. "At the risk of being thought of as less than picky, no. You all meet my standards."

"We don't seem to have isolated your standards," Kate jibed.

"And you won't," I shot back. "They're highly individualized and very subjective. Even I can't express them cogently."

"How about if I asked you to rank them?" she pressed.

"Put them in order of preference?" I asked, blinking in surprise. Flicking a glance at Betty, I asked, "Wouldn't that be counterproductive?"

"It would," Betty agreed. "Let's not go there, Sis."

"Wait! There's a method to my madness!" Kate insisted. "He can do it on paper -- but I want to see the results. We'll burn it, after." She looked at her sister. "You should see them, too -- you may not have such a high opinion of him, after."

"I'm officially against it," I grated.

"All the more reason," Kate replied. "You're a silver-tongued devil, you are. I want to see behind the curtain!"

"Auntie! You're SO wrong!" Mimi erupted. "Tell her, Aunt Betty!"

"It took a half gallon of alcohol administered over a five hour period to get him to open up!" Betty asserted. "He's only doing this well because he's comfortable!"

"He could have strung you along..." Kate insisted. Mimi rolled her eyes.

"Fine!" I snapped. "But I'm gonna want blood for this! AFTER you wipe the egg off your face, I'm gonna figure out something for you! And if it hurts someone..." I was royally pissed; this kind of thing could do tremendous damage! The whole idea, as it was given to me, was to boost the girls' confidence -- you don't do that by pointing out losers... 

"My, my! Temper, temper!" Kate retorted. "Fine! I'm not worried!"

Two minutes later, I was sitting on a barstool with a clipboard on my lap, trying to figure out how not to telegraph who was where on the list. Some of it was going to be easy -- and some of it was going to be a bitch!

The top: Mimi

The bottom: Poor Cassandra.

Number Two: Annette.

Next to last: Lilly

Number three: Elaine.

Third from bottom: Polly.

Number Four: Michelle.

I changed my mind, erasing Elaine and replacing her with Trina. Elaine moved to Number Four, and Michelle to Number Five. Damn, this was hard!

Number Six: Trish. I'd probably have to explain that.

Number Seven: Kenya.

Number Eight: Irene.

Number Nine: Betty.

Number Ten: Kate.

Number Eleven: Leticia.

I looked over it again; in order, it was:

Mimi

Annette

Trina

Elaine

Michelle

Trish

Kenya

Irene

Betty

Kate

Leticia

Polly

Lily

Cassandra

I let my eyes sweep the group, grimaced, and moved Polly above Leticia -- the black girl was just too skinny for my taste. I thought about pushing her below Lily, but Lily repelled me with her in-your-face lesbianism. I picked up Kate with my eyes, "Get a lighter."

"Betty?" Kate turned to her sister, who turned up a long-barreled grill lighter. The pair of them crossed the room to peer over my shoulder. Kate glanced at the top of the list and grunted," No surprise," -- then she shut up. She scanned the list and glanced here and there, looking more and more thoughtful. "Let's take this outside," she suggested.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I want to know why," she replied.

"Where?"

"Outside that window," Kate replied. "Girls, turn on some music, and don't go too close to the window -- but we'll want to be able to see you all." She nodded at her sister, "Come, Betty."

Moments later, we were standing in the gathering dusk, peering in at the girls -- who were looking back nervously. "This charade is NOT a good idea!" Betty declared.

"Maybe not," Kate replied, "but he's too good to be true! Even if he can order them, I can catch him if he tells me why..."

"Fine," I grunted. "Let's get this over with."

"Trish isn't family," Kate kicked off.

"That's a criterion?" I retorted.

"No, but..." Kate cocked her head. "Why is Trina where she is? You did erasures..."

"She's... needy, I guess. So is Trish. The Goth thing is a dead giveaway."

"So is Cassandra," Kate observed. "From this, it appears that you don't like blondes." I didn't argue. It also turned out that they were shorter and wider and, well... 

"You know, except for the black girl, they're almost organized by height," Betty noted, then amended herself, "WE'RE almost ordered by height..." She cast a look at me.

"I'm amazed at my position," Kate muttered. "Here I am ragging on you..."

"I like moxie," I shrugged. "You're just trying to protect them. Besides, there's nothing wrong with your rack from where I'm standing -- OR your ass!"

"Kenya?" Kate queried.

"This isn't about race, is it?" I asked. "You asked for a list based upon straight appeal."

"What's wrong with Irene?"

I shrugged. Irene was working hard at being dykey -- it was part of why Kenya and Leticia were there in the first place. "Presentation," I replied, shrugging -- meaning the boyish hairdo and the tattoos and piercings. "There's no reason she can't move up -- question is, would she WANT to?"

"Ah." Kate nodded. "You might be surprised. Ever hear the quote, 'Methinks the lady doth protest too much'?"

I nodded. "Distinctly possible."

"What if I told you that you could only fuck the bottom five?" Kate asked, eyeing me.

"You're all in zone -- I said so. I'm not changing my mind based upon this." I tapped the clipboard. "I note that YOU are in the bottom five... and five is a stretch."

Kate smiled. "Is that how you're going to punish me?"

"You agree, then, that you're to be punished?" I countered.

Kate flicked a glance at her sister. "Back to Trina..."

"No. The list stands," I said flatly. "I've explained Trina -- as best I can, anyway. She brings out something in me -- maybe she wouldn't if I just met her on the street..."

"And Trish?" Kate eyed me.

"Same thing, to a lesser extent." I stuck out my hand. "Lighter."

Kate tried to forestall Betty, but she made the pass. Trying to light the thing with one hand and hold it with the other gave Kate an opening to snatch it -- but Betty wrestled it out of her hands and held it for me to light, holding her off until it was burning merrily. "Enough is enough! Sis, you KNOW you failed! I know you failed! Even HE knows you failed! Now stop!"

"Okay, you're right," Kate admitted. "I thought by bringing him out here and making him justify positions, I might pull off a miracle and get my ass out of a jam, but I failed. I apologize, Pete. You win." She cocked her head, suddenly coquettish. "What are you going to do?"

I didn't have an answer. "I'll let you know when I've gotten my next dose of inspiration," I grunted. "Right now, I have no idea." I waved a finger, "I CERTAINLY don't want that list given out!"

"No, you're right -- that would break things," Kate agreed. "Let's go in." We moved to the entry and as we came through Kate announced, "Mea culpa! Okay, girls -- you were right, and I was wrong -- he's the real deal!"

"Hooray!"

"Now what?" I wondered aloud. "More cards? Adult swim?"

Betty pursed her lips. "That worked last night, but I don't know what it accomplishes today."

I shrugged. "Well, it's fun..."

Betty grinned. "There is that! I don't think cards are necessary, but how about a swim, everybody? Naked Marco Polo with Pete as permanent 'it'?"



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Chapter 4


I was exhausted in thirty minutes -- and had felt more tits and more asses than you could shake a stick at! Somebody decided that if I caught a girl I got to give her a good going over -- and suddenly (surprise!) everybody was a noisy swimmer! It's a wonder the water didn't boil with all of those hot pussies warming it! Even Betty and Kate played, got felt up, and giggled like teenagers... 

At the end of it, I got sent down to the rec room with Cassandra and Annette -- who were under a ban, no sucking or fucking, while the others figured out who got to use the limited resource between my legs. I made sure to stop at the head of the stairs and remind Mimi, "Promises have been made!" which mollified Cassandra.

A few minutes later, Kate came downstairs. "I've removed myself from competition," she explained. "Besides, I want to see this wonder schlong I've been hearing about!" I rolled my eyes, and she cajoled, "Come on -- you got to feel me up in the pool, but all I got was glimpses..." Turning to Annette and Cassandra, she told them, "You two can go on up," but when they got to the door, she had second thoughts, "Um, Annette, maybe you should stay so I have someone to keep an eye on me -- can't have the girls accusing me of sneaking one in!"

Cass was thrilled to death, but Annette merely looked vaguely sad -- which, combined with Kate's selection, confirmed a hypothesis. "You were the first," I announced it.

Annette nodded. "We're not supposed to tell, but..."

I nodded. "I was amazed that you did what you did..."

"Well, I never had, but some others have -- and, like I said, you'd have never gotten out. We didn't want you to."

I nodded. "You didn't do it the second time."

"No."

"Trina did," I presented the results of my other prime computation.

Annette eyed me for a moment. "Obviously, we're wasting our time trying to fool you."

I shrugged. "If somebody thinks it will accomplish something, I'll pretend I don't know..."

"Hold it!" Kate broke in, "What are we talking about?"

"I was trapped on the couch early this morning, and I'd had a LOT of beer..."

"Ew!" Kate grimaced, squicked. "Trina has been doing THAT again?" Annette nodded. "She did it for some little boy when she was twelve or so... God knows why."

"He licked her out," Annette supplied. "It's old news, so I don't imagine I'm hurting anything."

"And she's kept it up?" Kate prompted.

"I don't know," Annette replied. Even I knew she was lying.

"So you..."

"He was stuck," Annette replied. "It was pitch black, and we were all over the couch and the floor and he didn't have the slightest idea where he was. Besides," She grinned, "I got to be first!" She turned to me, "And I STILL think it's a foot long when it's working!"

"Maybe it seems like it," I muttered, "But..."

"That brings us back to where I came in, I think," Kate cut in. "Can I see it now?"

"It's just a cock," I mumbled, pushing down my shorts, "and not even haaa... !" Annette had it in hand as soon as it was visible -- and in mouth before I stopped talking! "Hey!"

"She wants to see it big," Annette declared before diving on it again.

"I can do that myself, if I think it rates it," Kate rasped, kneeling before me. "Move! You're hogging it! How am I going to see?"

By then, I was already up and running and probably eighty percent firmed up. Kate grabbed the shaft from Annette -- then became aware that there was plenty to grab. Annette surrendered my length to her aunt reluctantly, and Kate shifted her attention to what she had in her hand. "Oh, my!" she breathed. "Your trouser snake is a boa constrictor! My God! I think I'll..." she leaned in and slipped her lips over my glans, then pulled back. "I, uh, think I might want to, um, put myself back in the running, if you don't mind..." She jacked it, got a little pre-cum, licked it, and got slowly up. "Annette," she warned, "Don't you cheat, now..." and she headed for the stairs. I could hear her yell, "Trina!" before she hit the top.

"Can I keep it warm for you?" Annette asked softly.

"Don't drain it," I husked back.

Trina provided a distraction by thumping down the stairs, obviously irritated. "Auntie says you've figured everything out." Glancing at Annette, she added, "If he cums, they're all gonna line up to kick your ass!"

"I had some good guesses," I admitted.

"Auntie made me come down -- looks like I'm needed." She scowled at Annette, who had yet to surrender my glans.

"Well, you weren't going to get another shot anyway, were you?" I pointed out.

"No," Trina pouted.

"On the other hand, you're down here and they're up there..."

"Yeah..." Trina's eyes lit. "Netta, scoot over!" She settled heavily next to her cousin. "Gimme! You've played..."

"Easy! I'm not unbreakable!" I howled. "Besides, I didn't so much mean that you could play with that..."

Annette was off, at least. Trina eyed me. "What then?"

"Well, we know what's out," I replied, "what does that leave? Heavy petting, at least, I'd think..."

"Not only is he cuddly, he's SMART, too!" Annette giggled, eyes shining. She got up and took my face in her hands and we got serious about the dueling tongues thing, while I mauled a big, soft breast.

Trina was happy for a bit sucking, but the moans Annette was making soon drew her away. "Jeez, Netta, you'd think he was fucking you!"

"Get up, Trina," I directed, stepping back. "Get naked, both of you."

"Why?" Trina asked.

"Because I can't chew your nipples and play stink-finger games in your pussies if I can't get at them, that's why!" I countered.

"Sold!" Annette started stripping. Trina spent a moment thinking about it, but she got a move on, too, pretty quickly. There was some embarrassment as she worked her way out of her stretch pants, but I really couldn't understand why -- I could see every cellulite dimple she had while she was wearing them! Hell, they were white!

Equal time was going to take organization; I had them stretch out on the floor and knelt between them, facing the opposite direction. That gave me a twat under each hand, but getting at tits was more complicated. Annette rolled up on her side, which worked; when Trina mirrored the position, I could chew Annette's left nipple and Trina's right, one at a time. Finding clits wasn't hard; I had them both humping a finger in no time. Whoever wasn't getting her nipple elongated was generally milking my cock, so things went along famously until a familiar voice said, "What's this?"

I looked up to see Mimi standing there, looking quizzical. "Consolation prizes," I told her. "I'm trying to keep the troops happy."

Both girls rolled away as if they'd been electrocuted. "We weren't fucking!" Annette got out. Trina just looked sheepish.

Mimi eyed me. "Am I going to have to watch you all the time?"

I blinked. "Well, no -- I just thought that this was within the guidelines..."

Mimi thought about it. "Maybe it is," she allowed, "but you should probably get some kind of permission before you start molesting my relatives -- or maybe THEY should get permission before molesting YOU!"

"We weren't doing him!" Annette placated.

"No, you weren't," Mimi agreed. "Okay, you're all absolved -- THIS time!" She grinned. "But it DOES give me an idea..." She shifted her attention to me, "Sweetheart, are you any good at licking?"

"Um." I thought about it. "I have limited experience, but I'm more than willing..."

Mimi nodded. "I'll be right back. You three... don't start anything -- you won't have time!" She dashed for the stairs.

The three of us spent the next thirty seconds blinking and shrugging, transmitting the fact that we had no idea what was going on silently. Mimi came back down with Betty in tow -- and Betty was agreeing with her about whatever brainstorm she'd had. Mimi took charge, "Roll onto your back, Sweetheart -- somebody get him a pillow! Put yourself on the mat -- you're going to want to be comfortable."

I shifted myself as directed and got organized -- and Mimi straddled my head and told Betty, "Okay, go get her." Then she looked down at me. "We needed a comfortable way to keep you from seeing the next couple of contestants -- and to remind them that you're MINE! I'm going to block out the light and give your tongue something to do while someone else gets their ride -- how's that?"

I lay there, ogling her pussy at a distance of a bit less than three feet. "Yeah, that'll work," I agreed. "That ought to work fine!" The pussy I'd been ogling dropped to nose distance and I got a whiff of the stuff that makes your dick hard -- and mine GOT hard! I pulled it in the rest of the way and started lapping; if nothing else happened, this would be good... 

Something else happened. Specifically, someone lifted my cock to a vertical position, rubbed it along someone's pussy lips (I'm not discounting the idea that there was more than woman involved, since I know that several thumped down the stairs), seated it at her opening -- and whoever owned the pussy proceeded to impale herself on it with a soft grunt, followed by a soft, "Holy shit!" I agreed, more or less; it was pretty good from my end. I couldn't SEE anything but ass cheeks and pussy, so it could have been anybody -- and the follow-on, "Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" didn't tell me anything, either -- I kind of figured that whoever was riding my cock was kissing somebody else. There were indications in the way that Mimi was moving that it might have been her, too, but they could have been doing a trapeze act or something to put others in places where their lips were available. Fuck it, you know? I just sucked pussy and pushed my dick up into that twat and didn't worry a whole lot about the mechanics of the situation!

She was a squirter, whoever she was -- and she had a good time; I got wet three different times before I lost it and started spewing baby juice in her. Mimi soaked my face, too -- I couldn't smell anything BUT pussy -- not that I was complaining!

Whoever it was rolled off, and Betty yelped, "Jeezus! Mimi, are you sure his name isn't Noah? Where does he get those floods?"

Mimi was in no shape to answer; she was starting to shake, something I'd learned presaged a cum. She went, "I -- I -- UUUUUUGGGHHH!!!" and I got another wash of pussy juice. Then she gasped, "I can't take it any more! Somebody..." She flopped forward, crawled a bit, then rolled off. "God!"

I looked up and grinned at Betty, who was standing there trying to keep things moving. "Somebody who likes tongue rides... Irene?"

Irene looked distinctly nervous -- and I was beginning to think I might know why. "I dunno..."

Betty looked around and shrugged. "Cass, clean him up. If you get him hard, you can ride him!"

"Goody!" Cassandra didn't wait; three seconds later, I was getting a tongue bath. I don't know where she learned to deep-throat, given what I was hearing about her experience, but she knew how and put it to good use; by the time I was clean, I was hard again. Cass rode me in triumph -- for quite a while, too, because I wasn't EVEN fresh! I had to roll her over and do things my way to finally get off, but I managed, eventually -- and there wasn't anything wrong with her pussy, either... "Was it okay?" she asked, worried, when I finally collapsed atop her.

"It was fine," I told her, kissing her on the forehead. "But I've done this now how many times today? I'm a little torched..."

I was clearly exhausted when I rolled off; Betty called for a recess. "We need to get him fed and rested and keep the stimulation down to a dull roar so he can recover, girls!" she directed. "Concentrate on giving him the basics, and we might get a little more out of him tonight!" Once clean, I was helped up, (Cassandra insisted on giving me another tongue bath) and taken upstairs and settled on the couch and treated like a sultan while a dinner was prepared, then fed and left to relax with my head on Mimi's lap. I dozed off, of course... 

I did take a headcount while I was awaiting dinner -- and Cass, Elaine and Michelle didn't come upstairs with us. When Mimi kissed me awake around eleven, Cass and Elaine were nowhere to be seen -- and neither was Annette. I remembered some mention of felching, and put two and two together to deduce that Elaine had been my anonymous rider in the last session and that Cass and Michelle had probably daisy-chained with her to collect sloppy seconds, since Annette had been very visible upstairs. The girls weren't very good at keeping secrets... By asking after them, I discovered that Cass, Elaine, and Annette had indeed headed home, which pretty much fingered Elaine in my mind. Trish left with Annette, which I figured was a shame, but that was life... 

"How do you feel?" Mimi asked me.

"Okay," I told her. "A little sore, maybe. I don't see me guaranteeing two."

Betty, sitting in an easy chair, nodded. "I don't know how you got this far, exactly."

"Me, either," I chuckled. "I had a lot saved up, I guess." I looked around. "Irene is nervous. Michelle or Polly?"

Betty grimaced. "You're at it again, aren't you?"

"Yeah," I agreed, "Elaine was my mystery rider. I certainly don't mind sticking my tongue in Mimi, but it's more or less a waste of time trying to be secretive."

"I don't know if I could handle it again!" Mimi erupted. "Let someone else play!"

"Wasn't I any good?" I asked.

"Sweetheart, I tingle when I look at you! My God!" Mimi laughed.

"Well, all right," I replied, mollified.

"Polly brought her own contestant," Betty replied, "and he failed to measure up -- but she got hers. She's only hanging around out of prurient interest. As for my sister," she added, eyeing Kate, "absent any nefarious punishment suggestions, she's sidelined. You're going to be doing lifestyle conversions."

"Okay." That changed things. "Irene, then..."

"Yes," Betty agreed, turning eyes like gun barrels on Irene, "Irene."

"I, uh..." Irene sputtered.

"Kenya can get a tongue ride, and you two can occupy your hands with each other," Betty told her, "but you should really try the real thing."

"It's, um, a live dildo..." Kenya erupted.

"Yeah," I grinned, "something like that."

"Okay," Irene croaked. "Where?"

"The rec room is set up, Dear," Betty said gently.

"Yeah, okay..." Irene ruffled her butch haircut. "Is everyone gonna want to watch?"

"Well, I am," Leticia muttered.

"Me, too," said Lily, "although I'm not any too worried about any mass conversions." She eyed Michelle, who didn't broadcast anything one way or the other.

"I think you're asking too much of the boy," Kate declared. "I think I'll supervise."

"Go on, then, and get yourselves set up," Betty told them. "We'll be along in a minute -- I want to provide Pete some last-minute instructions." Kate eyed her sister, but swept off leading the lesbian contingent.

"Nobody's expecting a miracle," Betty told me, "least of all me. At some point, preferably after she's cum once or twice, roll her over and treat her to a fuck that she doesn't control. That will break her, if nothing else does."

"What about Kenya?" I asked.

"Fuck her, too, if you can," Betty suggested. "It might be interesting to see if Irene will whine and beg for a cock if you pull out after you've succeeded with her and moved on." She grinned. "If you succeed, Leticia is gonna be royally pissed!"

"You have an evil mind!" I told her. "This is..." It was a LOT! I was a little sore from all of the meat deliveries I'd made over the past couple of days. If Irene didn't cooperate, I would probably go flat -- and that might push things the other way. "... risky," I finished.

Betty nodded. "Michelle would have been an easier sale, wouldn't you, Dear?" Michelle looked away; with Lily gone downstairs, she could have admitted it, but it would have been dangerous to her own stability for her to do so. As long as she said nothing, she could cover herself -- with herself, as well as with others... Michelle was the lipstick girl in her relationship with Lily, obviously -- all you had to do was look at them. She did offer one bit of information in a muffled voice, "I don't think Irene has ever had a real one..."

I took this information in. "Fake ones are a little harder, I imagine."

"They aren't as smooth," Michelle choked out. That pretty much confirmed everyone's opinion of Michelle.

"You don't have to do this," Mimi told me, eyeing Betty.

"Babe, if you tell me not to, I won't!" I replied, "but there are varying opinions on whether it's a good idea or not. I'm sort of seeing the open question as, 'Do we give up on Irene?' We seem to have the necessary equipment available for the experiment..."

Mimi grimaced. "When you put it THAT way..." Her eyes hadn't left her aunt. "I guess we should see..." Betty nodded. "Let's go." Mimi took my arm and led me to the stair.

Downstairs, Irene was pacing. "How are we going to do this?" she wondered aloud, glancing nervously at Leticia. The tall, thin black woman eyed her and then gave me a basilisk glare. Shaking her head, she sat down in a chair and folded her arms over her chest, settling in to watch.

"Well, I said, "I'm sure you don't want to start dry -- and I don't, either, so why don't I lick you? You can get me wet, too -- I don't suppose you've ever..."

"No." Irene eyed me with some asperity.

"Even fake ones?"

"Well, some. More to get it wet, since..."

"Sure." I nodded. Obviously, fake cocks didn't cum -- I doubted if they tasted good, either. "I'm sure it won't be an issue. Once everyone is warmed up and you're trying it out, then Kenya can take a seat..." Kenya giggled -- it was surprisingly high-pitched. Leticia glared at her and she shut up. I went ahead and shucked out of my shorts and went flat on the mat we'd been using all evening, and Irene stripped down and gingerly squatted over me. I took her ass in my hands, moved her to a comfortable position, and set to work.

I let Irene make the call as to when she was ready to do something; she shifted positions after about thirty seconds of quiet moans, going from squatting above me to kneeling above me and leaning forward to get at my crotch. My job was to get her wet and relaxed, and to be hard enough to penetrate her when the time came; to do that, I needed to arouse her. I figured that my being hard would take care of itself. I worked her clit, then shifted to stick my tongue in her tunnel a few times, then went back, shifting my focus, looking for a winning ploy. Irene grunted and moaned and went," Ah, shit!" a couple of times, and then got serious about mashing her twat against my face, grunting "Fuck! Fuck!" and rubbing her twat on my face so my nose was in her hole and my tongue was a rubbing surface for her clit. I let her do what she wanted, since it would obviously speed things; she got more and more aggressive, and I got less and less air, so when things got to be too much, I stiffened my tongue to push her off a bit -- and she lit off! "OMIGAAAAWD! FUCK! FUCK! SHIT! GODDAMN!"

Everyone in the family was a squirter, apparently; Irene flooded my face with juice while her thighs and ass shimmied and she grunted and gasped. I heard a snort of feminine irritation and someone stomped off -- Leticia, I figured. Good riddance.

After that, things got easier; when she was back down some, she eased up on me -- probably because she needed to shift her weight to get at my cock, because that was the next thing on the agenda, apparently. Fingers ringed my shaft and hauled it vertical (or some lesser angle, probably -- you get the idea), and I started getting tentative licks. Her clit was out and easy to get at, so I started abusing it with my tongue, sucking it in and swiping back and forth over it to keep her motor running. Licking turned to sucking, with "Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" added in, and pretty quick my nose was in her vagina again. I thought she was going to get another cum, but she lurched up, yelled, "Goddamn!" and spun to orient herself over my meat, then started jamming.

Saliva isn't the perfect lubricant -- but she'd squirted once and I hadn't cleaned her out, so once she got the head in things smoothed out. She got this weird look on her face as she settled on my cock, turning to Kenya. "It's hard -- but it isn't! I've never felt a dildo like this..." Her eyes got kind of distant and everyone knew that she was feeling her pussy's response to having a real live cock in there... "Hot..." She got it good and socketed and started moving on it; you could see her discover the flange of the head. I'm pretty sure that it's one thing to have such a thing modeled in plastic that doesn't react to the surfaces it's touching and quite another to have it be flesh that does. She went up and down a half-dozen times and the ride smoothed out and she started shifting around, looking for a good stroke -- and found it. Then she got this look on her face and turned to Kenya -- and Kenya and I both knew she was looking for an excuse to cover what was going to happen. "Come..." she gasped. "Sit. He's good at it."



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Chapter 5


More pussy -- a shocking pink split in a dark chocolate expanse with a scratchy black pad of pubic fur. Kenya straddled my head and I watched her ass descend -- her lips were already puffy and swollen and I figured her fingers smelled like pussy. I went to work; I could tell without seeing it when they locked lips by the sounds they were making. Irene couldn't go slow, apparently -- she got faster and faster and the "MMMMPH!" noises got louder and more urgent until they were muffled squeals and she couldn't hold the lip- lock any more, "AAAAWWWWW!!! JEEEZUS! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!!" I think they were bracing their heads on each other's shoulders at that point; I could hear Kenya going "Uh! Uh! Uh!" in time to my tongue swipes, so I sucked her clit in and started giving it the old one-two with my tongue and she went "OMIGAAAWD!" and her thighs shook -- but she held herself tight against my face, not missing a stroke! Somebody was sniffling, and someone, off on the sidelines, was playing with herself -- I could hear her soft moans and the squishy sound of fingers buzzing on wet flesh. I recognized Lily's voice when someone said, "God, I need a suck!" and I heard knees thud on the floor; I was making a lot of noise sucking Kenya's clit, but I had competition somewhere, after that -- Michelle, most likely, I figured.

Meanwhile, Irene, who had never stopped riding, started spinning up to a serious stroke again. Probably watching her and Kenya try to pretend that they were getting off on each other would have been fun, but I had limited horizons -- all pink and chocolate brown. I had free hands, as it happened, so I reached up and found titties, crawled my fingers along them to the nipples and latched on. I started cranking and Kenya wailed, "Oh, no! Not my titties! Oh Irene! Oh! OH! OH, FUUUUCK!!" Her ass danced all over my face before she fell over and rolled off to the side.

Irene started jack hammering me; her face was wild, now that I could see it. She couldn't seem to come up with anything to do with her hands, so I reached up and interlaced our fingers; she took that grip as her new fulcrum and her ass shimmied as she pounded it into my upper thighs while her cunt crashed into my pubic bone and my cock bored out her pussy. She was someplace else completely, you could tell; her eyes didn't focus and her mouth was open to gasp and she couldn't seem to find a noise good enough to attach to what she was doing. Finally, she wailed like a banshee and went absolutely nuts -- then just froze, rigid -- but I could feel her pussy clutching me and I could see her belly clench and her whole ass seemed to be changing size and shape as her thighs squeezed and let up. When that had gone on for a few seconds, she slowly toppled forward and her eyes rolled up.

"Now!" Betty yelped. "Show her the flip side!" Irene cooperated by going flat and lax and I clutched her to me and rolled us as a system so that I was on top, then took her slack thighs and carried them on my forearms -- and waited.

Irene took forty seconds or so to get her shit together and realize that things had changed, at which point I put myself in gear. Betty deliberately added to things by crowing, "Yeah! Fuck the dog shit out of her!" The look on Irene's face more or less said it all; she'd been on the bottom end of her lesbian relationship, and I had just ripped control from her here -- she didn't even try to fight it.

I wasn't trying to cum -- I was trying to force her to. She liked it hard and fast, so I went into trip-hammer mode and long-stroked her with a deliberate hip snap that pounded us together. "Push that twat up at me -- you know you want to!" I grunted, almost adding "Bitch" -- but that might have been too much; besides, it wasn't really me. Irene's response was to take charge of her knees -- which ended her last brake on things, as straightening her legs against my upper arms would have afforded her some control. She started rocking her pelvis up to take me straight in on the down-stroke and releasing so the up-stroke dragged my shaft along the underside of her clitoral hood, so I slowed down just enough that it worked really well and watched her start to boil.

Kenya was crawling around trying to figure out what she was supposed to be doing -- and I was in Alpha Male mode -- so I told her, "Get up next to Irene and assume the position -- and when Irene lights off, maybe I'll poke YOU for a while!" Kenya got big-eyed, then whipped around and flopped on her back beside Irene and grabbed her knees. Irene watched it all with glazed eyes; Leticia was shit out of luck, it looked like... "Shove two fingers in your cunt -- I want to hear wet sloppy sounds!" I directed, panting, and Kenya did just that -- and in no time, the sounds were in the offing.

Pretty soon, Irene was throwing her head from side to side, grunting, "Shit! Fuck! Yes! Fuck! God! Fuck!" She added this shimmy to things that seemed to add to her pleasure, so I maintained a steady stroke and let her find the best way to receive it -- then watched her come apart, "Shit! Fuck! Jeezus! Omigawd! Fuck! Oh! Fuck me! SHIT! FUCK ME!! OMIGAAAAAWWWDDD!!!" She threw her head back and every tendon in her neck showed and her eyes rolled up in her head -- it was spectacular, let me tell you! She lost her grip on her knees, but the moment she dropped them and her feet hit the pad, she was thrusting her cunt up at me like a mad thing, lifting me into the air at the bottom of my stroke! I just hung on and let her carry me wherever until she collapsed, then I carefully backed off -- and plugged my cock into Kenya!

Kenya's eyes popped and she heaved a big gasp; I had no problem finding the hole and had three or four inches in her before she had a solid grip on what was going on. She was seriously lit from the live sex show going on in front of her and her first utterance was "Oh! My! GOD!" after which she grabbed my ass and tried to stuff ALL of me in her twat! Not much more intelligible came from her but she was doing all of the work -- from the bottom! I think it's the first time I ever heard an ululation; she went "UUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuUUuuhh," then she would stop and suck in a breath and do it again -- and it slowly went up the scale and got louder as she got wilder, ending with a "HHUUUGGGHH!!! HHUUUUGGHH! HHUUUUGGGHH!" and I held onto her jugs to keep from being thrown off while she arched herself and tried to jam my dick right through her cervix!

When I broke clear of Kenya, the good news was that I was rested, after a fashion; her doing all of the work allowed me to recover myself somewhat. When I returned to Irene, she was totally broken in; she racked her knees back and watched me set up with big eyes, licking her lips in anticipation. This time, I wasn't doing it for her -- she'd had hers -- I was trying to finish ME, and I wasn't sure I was gonna make it! Irene knew this instinctively, I think, by the pattern of my movements; her responses were softer, more gentle -- and oriented at me. "Fuck me," she whispered, moaning, "Fill me up. Cum in me! Make me a woman! Uhh! So good..." She could have been faking it, of course, but if she was, she did a pretty creditable orgasm after a couple of minutes -- not the head-banger she'd managed before, but her pussy clamped down on me and she got a little wild and wooly. I kept pounding, and had some attention for my surroundings -- Michelle and Lily were entwined in a sixty-nine position, but they were both watching us. Mimi was sitting on the bed, watching, too, and distractedly rubbing a nipple and sucking two fingers. Betty was leaning against a chair with a hand in her crotch, and Kate was looking distinctly unhappy at being left out. Yeah, fine -- I had an idea.

"Betty," I panted, "Do you have a vibrator?"

"Yeah..." Her tone said that ought to be obvious -- but what did I want it for?

"Get it," I panted. "You and Mimi hold Kate down and use it on her -- but don't let her cum! Make her miserable until I finish!"

"Oh, no!" Kate turned to bolt for the door, but Betty was between her and it, grinning like a shark. Michelle nudged Lily and they rolled to their feet and helped Mimi pin Kate from behind, shove her to the floor, and pull her clothes off. Kate squawked and fought, but it wasn't very convincing; Betty sat on her and went to work with the vibe.

Given something to do, the others pitched in, pulling nipples and whatever else looked to work. "No! GOD, no!" Kate moaned hoarsely when Mimi wet a finger and started playing with her asshole. Thrashing didn't help, though -- it was five to one when Kenya pitched in. Kate shifted to begging and pleading, then to panting and moaning -- and then wailed, loudly, when everybody stopped what they were doing. "God -- don't DO this to me!" she howled.

Irene watched with big eyes at times -- and at others, she was too busy generating a cum to bother. I had things the way I wanted them as far as she was concerned, but too many fucks had taken their toll on me and I was getting raw. One more nut... 

It took a LOOONG time -- maybe as much as twenty minutes -- before Irene's pussy clamped down for the fourth or fifth time and Kate howled, "Please, GOD! LET ME CUM!!!" and I got that tickle that said it was time. "Awright!" I panted, "Let her finish! I'm gonna... AAAAAAAGGGGHHH!!!" a half-hour or forty minutes' worth of priming the pump made my last nut of the evening at least respectable; I pumped out three loaded pulses and some dry ones and crashed on Irene. In the background, Kate screamed bloody murder as they finally let her off; the scream echoed and sounded loud enough to bust an eardrum, but I didn't give a shit. I remember my nose dropping to Irene's neck and catching a whiff of perfume and thinking, "That's pretty feminine..." -- and that was all she wrote... 

I was gone -- they were unable to revive me. Over the course of two days, I'd been damn near fucked to death; I'd burned a LOT more energy than I had available. The women rolled me off of poor Irene -- who was big in spots for her frame size, but was only a bit over five feet six -- and dragged be back onto the fold-out couch. Mimi made sure I was breathing and stayed with me while the others wandered off to clean up and put on bits and pieces of nightclothes as they felt like it. Leticia lit into Irene and Kenya and ended up being asked to leave; Lily didn't say shit, apparently. At some point, everyone bagged it; Mimi slept on my right as she had the night before and Betty took my left. Others took the pallets on the floor, avoiding the one with the big wet spot where Irene and I had pumped out our juices all over it.

Predictably, I thrashed my way to consciousness at three-thirty in the morning, the urge to take that post-coital piss riding me hard. "Sweetheart?" Mimi mumbled. "Are you okay?"

"Gotta pee," I managed to enunciate, somehow.

"THAT again!" Betty murmured from my other side, "and the usual suspects are all gone..."

"No, I'm here," came a familiar voice. "Fill me up, Sweetie." Trina's mouth closed on my poor, sore dick and I drained it in her.

"Thank you, Baby," I gusted.

"You're SOOO very welcome!" Trina giggled. If she said anything else, I missed it -- I was gone again.

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The next time I awakened it was about nine-thirty on Monday morning -- that would be Labor Day. I was all done with labor; I could barely move. Mimi got me into the shower and into some clothes, then plopped me at Betty's table to absorb some nourishment -- something that started slowly but gathered steam until I'd done a half-dozen eggs and a half-pound of bacon and two pots of coffee.

Somewhere in there, Irene showed up and stood over me. "You bastard!" she said without much visible heat.

"What's the problem?" I asked. As I remembered things, she'd ended up happy... 

"Where am I gonna find somebody who can do what you did?" she complained. "I was happy, sort of..."

"Sort of," I echoed. "They're out there -- if you get antsy enough, you'll find one. In the meantime, if you asked her nicely, Mimi might lend me out periodically..."

"Yeah, right..." Irene rasped. That pretty much put an end to it; Irene went off shaking her head.

We hung out until about three while the other females slowly drifted off. Kate called me a sonofabitch for what I had the girls do to her, but I could tell that she was well aware that she'd earned it. Sex was nowhere on the agenda.

It was nowhere on the agenda later when Mimi and I got back to my place -- which, despite it's little balcony, Mimi pronounced to be substandard (big surprise... ) Mimi didn't go home; instead, we crawled into my bed early and cuddled and slept and started trying to grow a relationship that had other dimensions to it besides sex.

Tuesday morning, we were up early, going to her place, which I declared to be equally substandard -- due to the lack of broadband Internet, mainly. Mimi accepted my reasoning without disparagement -- that stuff is my meat and potatoes, and therefore necessary.

We gave each other downtime that night -- except for a ninety minute phone call that was full of companionable silences. Neither of us was a talker, but we wanted to be there for one another; at some point, I made a rapid calculation involving telephone charges and lost productivity and announced that we should live together -- yeah, I was on the hook, all right.

Wednesday evening we spent looking at ads in the paper for a new place; neither of us wanted to be apart on a daily basis, even though we could see one another at work. Besides, seeing each other at work was just that -- from a distance. Conversation was necessarily limited to subjects neither of us really had much to say about, leaving important subjects -- like love and sex -- unexplored. Doing the kind of cuddling we wanted to do was DEFINITELY out... 

At some point, the newspapers got set aside and we went at one another like starving dogs; later, I thanked God that I had a leather couch -- trying to get the stuff we dripped on it out of cloth upholstery would have been murder! I was fully on-line and Mimi was thrilled to death about it -- twice.

At one point while we were getting our breath back, Mimi asked me, "Pete, I don't think there has been one full five-minute period all night when you haven't had your hand on my ass. What's up with that?"

I was honest -- I told her, "I LOVE the thing! It wiggles and jiggles and you can get a big satisfying handful and it looks hot in thin pants -- I wanna own it! I assume that you come with it..." That got me a kiss or two and some other goodwill... 

Thursday morning, my working partner Pedro sidled up to me and said, "Eh, compadre, the rumor mill says you and Big Mimi are hooked up..." He eyed me sidelong, grinning.

I had told exactly zero people, so I was surprised. "No shit? How in the Hell did THAT get out?"

"Come on, is it true?" Pedro pressed.

"It might be," I admitted. "Where did you hear about it?"

Pedro looked sly, "I got my sources, Man. Shit, that's too bad -- I gotta mark that one off my list..."

I blinked. "You've got a thing for Mimi?"

"Hey, I'm too short for her, but she's sweet and she's got fine tetas -- and the way she moves that culo of hers..." I knew what tetas were -- and agreed that Mimi had a fine pair on her chest; culo I got from the way Pedro moved his hands at his waist level -- the sway he was mimicking was unmistakable. Pedro was an ass man? "I didn't know you were into booty, Pedro."

"Hey, it's the cushion, you know? When it's all round and soft and bouncy..." He grinned, shaking his head. "Some chicks are big all over, you know? But some just have a little extra culo..." He eyed me sidelong. "She doesn't have any sisters, does she?"

I chuckled. "You'd be surprised, Man. You'd be surprised."

"Man, something a little shorter -- you know, close to my height..." he licked his lips.

I went through the catalog in my mind. "Blonde or brunette?"

"Blondes are a pain in the ass, man."

I nodded. "Tend to agree. Keep Saturday open -- I'll see what I can do. Pass me that wire stripper, will you?"

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That night, I asked Mimi, "So, who have you told about us?"

Mimi got all innocent looking. "Why?"

"When the guys come to me for confirmation, somebody is telling."

"Do you mind?" she asked. The look on her face said I'd better know the right answer.

"No," I replied, "but you be sure to note it in your book that I didn't go around crowing about how hot you are in the sack!"

"What book?" Mimi asked.

"The one you girls all keep and use as a source for hot accusations when we get in a fight!" I replied.

"I don't keep any book!" Mimi protested.

"Well, wherever you store such things, make sure I get an entry on the plus side," I told her. "I know it's in there somewhere -- women always remember such things."

"Oh," she smiled. "Now I get it." She snuggled up against me.

"So... ?"

"I've been, ummm, noticeably happier, you know? It kind of slipped out." She looked mildly penitent. "Multiple times."

"So I'm free to talk about it?"

"Well, I'd rather you didn't post a report card, but yes..." She eyed me. "I'm surprised you haven't. Are you ashamed of me?"

"Huh! Not likely!" I retorted. "But a gentleman doesn't tell. I've confirmed a few reports, though."

She nodded. "Okay, then." I could see that she was pleased that I wasn't denying anything or ashamed of her -- and I could tell it was important.

"I was thinking about taking out a full-page ad in the paper next week -- is that okay?" I teased.

"Spell my name right!" she laughed, punching me in the shoulder.

"Hey," I asked, "what does Irene think of Hispanics?"

"I'm not sure," Mimi frowned, thinking about it. "Why?"

"Well, it seems like Pedro is upset that I beat him to you," I explained. "He was holding off because you're out of his altitude range."

Mimi raised and eyebrow. "That's all?"

"It turns out Pedro's an ass man," I related, and matched his gesture as I added, "He thinks you have a fine culo."

"No kidding?" she asked, mimicking the gesture. "He did that?"

"Swear to God!" I held up a hand.

"I'll be..." Mimi looked a bit dazed.

"It helps having a spy in the enemy camp, huh?" I grinned.

"Maybe so..." She eyed me. "So you're thinking..."

"I have a hibachi at my place. A couple of steaks, a little beer, hang out on the balcony, maybe a swim in the complex's pool..."

"We'll do it at my place," Mimi, replied. "I'll call her -- and maybe a couple of the others."

I nodded and we moved on to necking and other things.

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"So, up for a little culo watching?" I asked Pedro. We were stringing wire in the main wiring closet. Nobody else was around.

Pedro flicked me a glance. "Already? You're fucking with me, right?"

"Nope," I replied. "Mimi has a sister, but I wouldn't wish her on you -- nobody wants THAT much culo -- but she's got a couple of seriously decent cousins -- and they're a little closer to your size..."

"How many?" Pedro asked.

"Three or four. We'll get them into swimsuits so you can practice that Mexican wolf-whistle of yours on them..."

"No shit?"

"Hey..." I shrugged, spreading my hands.

"Can I bring Hector?"

"Who's Hector?"

"My brother," Pedro related, then grinned. "He isn't as handsome as I am."

"Sure, why not?" It would even up the male-female ratio, which after Mimi's phone calls the night before was something like three to one... 

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Pedro didn't appeal to Irene -- too slick and greasy, was her assessment, I think. Hector, on the other hand... His long, homely pocked face transmitted his feelings too well when he wasn't covering himself -- and Irene owned him six seconds in. She knew it, too, and ragged on him unmercifully, putting herself on display, then telling him he wasn't going to get any -- just about that clearly, too. She buzzed around him like a wasp, stinging, teasing the shit out of him -- until he trapped her in the corner of the swimming pool. Even then, he didn't know what to do besides tower over her, looking forbidding, until somebody (Michelle?) yelled, "Make her take her top off -- that'll teach her! Don't let her out until she does!"

Irene glared and tried to duck out under Hector's arm -- and he got both hands on her and decided that he wasn't letting go, once he had a grip. I think it tripped Irene's sexual circuit-breaker, because the next thing you know her top was off -- but she wasn't going anywhere -- they were too busy kissing... The top never got replaced, but she had a ten-finger brassiere for most of the rest of the evening -- and Hector was like a kid in a candy store!

Annette didn't have Irene's issues with Pedro; at his initial "Aiy! Mamasita!" she was ready to sit in his lap -- and the fact that she probably outweighed him didn't bother either of them once it became clear that Pedro could feel her up as he pleased. Michelle was more or less relieved, I gathered, since it allowed her to sit with Lily and make snide comments rather than brave contact with the male sex. They hit the street early, leaving three couples -- and Trina.

Mimi's apartment wasn't big enough for three couples to have privacy; Annette's wailing when Pedro took her on the pool deck got Mimi a letter from the tenant's association. Irene pretended that Hector was beneath her station and that she was doing him a favor -- but she got into her car topless and he got into the passenger side -- and from the hour-long telephone conversation she had with Mimi on Sunday, it was a done deal by ten p.m. Saturday.

That left Trina -- who wouldn't go home. Mimi and I decided to work around her -- and ended up working through her. Well, Betty had claimed that I needed two women, anyway... 

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That was two years ago. Since then, just about all of the girls have found someone -- including Michelle. Irene owns Hector -- who could care less, since she's halfway through pumping out his second kid. Annette says that Pedro isn't me in the sack, but his tongue is a foot long and he gets the job done, anyway -- and she's got little Consuelo to prove it.

And me? I have Mimi, and little Sarah, and Michael -- and Trina. Sarah is legitimate, the product of my marriage to Mimi -- but Michael is mine by Trina. We couldn't get rid of her, once she'd set her cap for me -- so eventually, we gave up. Officially, she's our caregiver, since both of us still work. It works for us... 

And I seldom have to get up to pee in the middle of the night... 


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The End
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Posted:  2007-09-16
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