Hobson’s Choice

Hobson’s Choice

Friday, May 11, 5:10 pm

I actually heard it. Not that it was loud, but there aren’t that many sounds where I live, in the middle of the Minnesota woods, a very long way from anyone, and with only a country road passing my house a few hundred yards away. First, I dismissed it as a figment of my imagination, but I decided I had better check it out.

I guess they would have found me sooner or later. They were in pretty good shape, only a couple of cuts and bruises. The car was well and truly out of action, but what do you expect when you go over an embankment, over some rocks and smack into the low hanging branches of a big old tree?

They were standing outside the car, a bit shaken and very unhappy when I got there. A minor argument had broken out, but their hearts weren’t in it, – they were too stunned by what had happened. It was pretty obvious what had happened, and it was the wrong time to start worrying about why. I had to do something about these four girls, though. I could see some cuts and bruises, and they were clearly in shock and needed some care, warmth and rest. The evening was getting cool and the drizzle didn’t help

‘We need to get you inside and take care of those cuts’, I said.

They noticed me for the first time, and broke out in Babel of questions and pleading, mixed with some crying and huddling together. “Wh-wh-who are you?” said one of them finally – a stunning young redhead. “Where did you come from?”

“Relax,” I said. “My name is John Hobson and I live here.”

“Here? – Where?” Not an unreasonable question, – we were in the middle of the woods; at least it looked that way.

“I have a cabin just behind those trees,” I said, pointing behind me, “and we really do need to get you there.”

“What about the car, and all our stuff?” said another of the girls, a petite black girl with a mop of curly hair.

“We’ll worry about them later,” I said. “I’ll come back and get most of your stuff after we have gotten the four of you taken care of. The car isn’t banged up much, but there is nothing we can do without some serious towing equipment and that won’t be for a while. Don’t worry, no one ever comes this way anyway, so there is no danger of anything getting stolen.”

They followed me quietly, walking close together in a group, not dressed for the cooling and damp weather, and starting to shiver. We made it to the door before it occurred to them to worry about my motives and character, and they were quite polite about it, but they stopped outside and looked questioningly at each other.

It wasn’t hard to read their mind, so I said “Look, we need to get you warm and dry and to look after those cuts and bruises. Do I look like someone who would molest four lovely ladies like you? Besides, you girls look like you could take me one-on-one, let alone four of you.” That got the first giggle out of them, I suspect is was the comment about lovely ladies, since that wasn’t exactly the appearance they gave just then. They were very pretty, though… really pretty.

In the end they shrugged and followed me inside. They were obviously surprised and a little impressed when they got inside. The cabin is actually very spacious, since I had made the whole space into one big room, and built on a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom on the back of the house. I had used old reconditioned timber, dragged from the lake, for the refinished walls and floor and the broad beams in the high ceiling had been there for almost 100 years. I like woodworking and most of the furniture was solid, rustic and comfortable, with wide deep chairs and a large sofa in front of the huge fireplace. Add the Indian rugs, the dining area and my ‘office’, plus my pictures, and it didn’t look too bad, if I have to say so myself.

“Wow! – This is beautiful, – I never expected…” were their first words, and they seemed to calm down a bit.

“Lets get you sorted out here. Are any of you hurting?” The two girls that hadn’t really talked to now both nodded.

“My knee and thigh are sore,” said the tall girl with long brown hair.

“My stomach hurts,” said the blonde.

“Any bleeding?” I asked. They all shook their heads, but it was obvious that they hadn’t had a good look at themselves.

“We’d better have a look at that cut on your forehead,” I said to the blonde, “and clean up that scrape on your arm” – this time to the black girl. .

“I can’t keep calling you ‘you’ all the time,” I said. “What are your names?”

They were Alya, Karen, Sandy and Alex as it turned out.

“Well, girls, – sit down and I’ll get some things organized,” I said. “Alex, – since you’re not hurt anywhere, you get to be my helper. I’ll get a band-aid on your cut, Sandy and clean off that scrape of yours, Alya. There is a first-aid kit in the bathroom through there. Alex, can you get that for me and I’ll get some hot water. I’ll turn up the hot water while I’m at it so you can all take a shower and warm up. Then I’ll get a fire going and get the place nice and warm.” I could see them relaxing as the reaction from the shock started to wear off.

The little things were quickly taken care of. I thought I would feel like a father getting their little injuries seen to, but I didn’t feel very fatherly, even if they seemed almost young enough to be my daughters in their bedraggled state. The fresh soft skin and the grateful looks started the first stirrings in my groin. “Down boy,” I thought to myself. “They’ll really get worried if you start coming on like that.” Sensible words, but not very helpful.

“OK, Alya and Alex, – you get the first shower. It’s big enough for two, but you can flip for it if you want. I’ll check out these hurting ladies. There are some t-shirts and pants in the closet for you to wear while your own clothes dry out. My shorts and jeans are really too big for you, but I have some belts to cinch in the waists so you should be decent at least, even if you don’t win any fashion contests. Take what you want, and we’ll sort out your own clothes later.”

My beginning erection got worse when I looked at Karen’s knee and thigh. She hesitated a little, and blushed before she slid down her long pants, covering her panties as best she could with her t-shirt. I tried to make my touch impersonal and professional, and I must have succeeded, because she didn’t flinch away, just sat there while I felt and prodded gently. There was obviously no break, but the leg was tender and there would be a sizeable bruise coming up in time. She had beautiful tanned skin, disappearing up under her t-shirt. I could just see the vee of her thin pale yellow panties, with a dark shadow of her pussy hair underneath. No hair was escaping on the side, so I guessed she had trimmed it.

“So what are you four doing out here in the woods?” I asked while I prodded Karen. “Aren’t you too young to be out here all by yourselves?”

“We’re going to a college Cheerleader Camp.” Karen looked at me with a frown. “And I’m nineteen, and quite capable.”

“Oops, – Sorry,” I said with a grin I hoped was disarming. “I didn’t mean to offend you. I thought I had rescued some bedraggled kittens, and here you are cats instead, and with claws at that.” Karen and Sandy had to smile.

“That’s OK,” said Sandy. “I guess we don’t look our most mature at the moment.”

My groin problem was rapidly getting out of hand. Since Karen was constantly pulling down on her t-shirt, it was also obvious that she had very large breasts, with prominent nipples under the thin material. I caught her glancing down at my dick. She quickly looked away, but a tiny drawn breath and a blush gave her away. I blushed too, but pretended neither of us had noticed anything. At least she didn’t jump up screaming for help against this pervert.

“You’re fine,” I said a quickly as I could. “It will be sore for a while, and you’ll have quite a bruise, but nothing is broken. Just go get a shower and warm up. Sandy, – your turn.”

I was actually a bit worried about Sandy’s stomach, – there are some very sensitive organs that can easily be damaged. She lifted her t-shirt up to the underside of her breast, bringing them out in full profile. Yes, I had to revise my age-estimate upwards yet again. This girl was truly well endowed. Tight tummy and more soft, clear skin, and just the hint of the bra-covered underside of those fine breasts. No chance of quietening down my ever-stiffening cock. Sandy was ticklish, which didn’t help. As soon as I touched her midriff, she jumped. I did to, and was amazed at the firmness of those lovely breasts – just a brief contact, – but enough to keep me interested. More blushing, – me first this time. “I’m sorry,” I said.

“No, it was my fault,” said Sandy. “I’ll try to sit still.” I probed gently some more, and was relieved to find that nothing seemed damaged, just some sore stomach muscles.

“You’re in great shape,” I said, poking her stomach muscles gently.

“Cheerleading,” she said, “We’re on the same squad and we’re going on a trip together before we go back to College. You’d be surprised at how fit you have to be to be in the top squad.”

“I can see that,” I replied. “Must be hard work. You’ll need to take it easy for a few days now, though, and let those stomach muscles rest up. Some massage every day would be good, too. That goes for Karen as well, actually, – tell her that.” She nodded. “Well, off to the shower, if it’s free. I’ll see about some food for us.”

In the meantime I called Gordon at the garage to get a tow truck out. “No way Jose,” he said cheerfully. “From what you’re telling me, my little truck won’t get that car out. We need Sam’s big one way over in Lawrence, and Sam won’t come til’ Monday, seeing he’s away with his missus for the weekend.” I tried to persuade him, but he was adamant, and to be honest, I agreed with him. There was no way he could get that car out with his truck. I would just have to put up with the girls for the night – hmmmm. I made a mental effort and put those naughty thoughts behind me….

Friday, May 11, 6:30 pm

One by one they came trundling out, and my clothes had never looked so good. Big t-shirts and rolled-up shorts with belts drawn tight. They looked good enough to eat! I noticed Alex’s figure for the first time and was almost speechless. She had that peaches-and-cream complexion, soft and generous all over, almost, but not quite plump. Glorious red hair and startling green eyes, high cheekbones and a large mouth with full lips topped a body with large, heavy breasts, hanging down a bit in their fullness, but with no sag.

Sandy bounced into the room, bubbling with enthusiasm, – seemingly oblivious to their situation and her outfit. “This is sooo neat”, she exclaimed. “What a great place you have here, – you must be rich!”

“I like it too,” I replied. “It has been in my family for a long time, and I guess I’m pretty well off, even if I wouldn’t say I’m rich exactly.” Sandy plopped down in the sofa.

“Seriously, – thanks for your help,” said Alex. “We feel so much better now, – it was so sudden and we all felt so lost and helpless and hurting…” She trailed off, looking at the others.

Karen had become very serious again after her smiling entry. “The car,” she said. “Do you think it is badly damaged? My dad will kill me for this!”

“Relax, it didn’t look too bad, and he’ll be happy you’re OK, or I’ll have a long talk with him!” I said in a mock stern voice.

She smiled. “I bet you would, too,” she replied.

“Can we get our stuff from the car?” said Alya. She was the smallest of the four, with a cheeky smile and large brown eyes. I could see now that they were all very fit, Alya’s backside was tight and shapely and her legs were slender and strong. Her breasts weren’t large, but set high on her chest and just as perky as her personality.

“I can go and take a look, but it’s raining and I’d much rather do it in the morning.” It suddenly dawned on them that they weren’t going anywhere that night. I broke the news about the car. They protested a bit, but there obviously was no point in talking about it much. Nothing would change the fact that they were stuck there.

“Oh, one more thing, – is there anyone expecting you that we should notify that you won’t be there tonight?”

“No one is expecting us until Sunday night,” said Karen. “We were just going to find a motel room when we got tired of driving.

“We could call the camp,” said Sandy.

“I don’t think we should,” interjected Alex thoughtfully. “Not until we can find out about the car and how long it will take us to get there.”

“I have two bedrooms,” I said. “You can share those and I’ll sleep out here on the sofa. We’ll all be very comfortable, you’ll see.

“Would you like something to drink? Some soda for you girls? – Oops, – sorry ‘Ladies’.. I’m opening this bottle of wine for myself, but I don’t know about you girls drinking. I don’t think any of you are 21 for one thing, and I certainly don’t want it said that I got you drunk and took advantage of you.”

“Drunk on a little wine?!” Sandy giggled. “You obviously don’t know what goes on in the world. Some of that Beringer Reserve Cabernet will be very nice, thank you.

“OK.” I capitulated. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you when I get frisky.” Gales of laughter followed, but also some thoughtful looks.

So we opened the wine and sat down comfortably. I wanted to know what they were doing so far from anywhere and what had happened with the car, – they wanted to know what I was doing in this place and what I did for a living. With input from all of them in turn, I figured out that this was supposed to be a shortcut to where they were going and that an animal had suddenly appeared and startled Karen, the driver, who lost control. I then proceeded to get Sandy into trouble when I told them that his road wasn’t going anywhere and that they were approximately 120 miles off course and going the wrong way. “I told you this was the wrong road,” shouted Alya.

Karen and Alex calmed Alya down and cheered up Sandy while I was just sitting there watching them. Changing the subject, I told them a little about myself. I explained about the company I had built and sold for enough that I could do whatever I wanted as long as I kept an eye on my investments. My attention was wandering a bit while I was answering their interested questions. Sandy had pulled her legs up under her and was obviously not aware of what that did to the legs of my shorts that she was wearing. Much too big for her, there was a wide gap, giving me a great view of her strawberry blonde pussy. She must have had it shaved a while ago, and it was just growing back in fine short curls. Her pussy lips were fresh pink and led my eyes up to a barely visible little nubbin.

I was mesmerized by the sight, and my dick got very interested once again. I crossed my hands in my lap to try to hide my condition, but Karen caught me again. Same reaction as before from both of us. I could see her nipples hardening under her t-shirt. “Her bra must be hanging up to dry,” I thought. “They all are, I guess.” With that thought in my mind, I had another good look, and decided that yes, – they were indeed hanging up to dry, at least none of the girls were wearing one.

Alya noticed me looking at their breasts, and she also noticed me looking up Sandy’s shorts. She gave me a sly little smile and put her legs up under her in the sofas well! I couldn’t believe it! She obviously did it deliberately, the little minx. Her lush bush was jet black, with just a hint of a reddish-pink slit. The skin around it was just a little lighter than the rest of her, so I guessed that was her tan-line. She knew I was looking – and she knew what I could see, but pretended to talk normally and only glanced at me now and again.

My condition had now become impossible to hide and the conversation slowed almost to a stop while all four girls were looking furtively at the sizeable bulge in my pants. Interestingly, none of them made any move to leave or complained. “Now’ let’s get a bit to eat,” I finally said, ending the odd quiet.

Friday, May 11, 7:30 pm

I cooked up some steak and home fries with a big bowl of salad and we dug in. The girls had good appetite, and liked the wine as well. I warned them a couple of times, but Alex got the final word when she said, “Stop trying to protect us from ourselves, John. We have actually had a drink or two before today, and we know when we have had enough”

“Yeah, John,” said Sandy, “and you’re not our chaperone, and there’s no point saying you’ll molest us. You can’t fool us. If you were the molesting kind, you would have started a long time ago, and you are obviously a very nice man who wouldn’t dream of mistreating a young lady, let alone four!” I couldn’t very well argue with that assessment, so we carried on.

“I saw you looking up Sandy’s pants,” said Alya suddenly out loud. Sandy looked up with a frown.

“I saw you pull your legs up deliberately,” I retorted to Alya.

She giggled. “I wanted to give Sandy a little competition,” she said, “and you didn’t seem to mind.”

“Did you really look up my pants?” said Sandy. “…but I don’t have any….”

“Oh Sandy, don’t think you’ll get away with that. – I know you did it on purpose,” said Alex. “You are soooo bad!”

Sandy burst out laughing, giving up her pretence. “I sure did, – and you enjoyed it too, didn’t you John. I know a hard-on when I see one.”

Suddenly relaxed, I grinned and agreed. “I like looking at beautiful girls’, I said, ‘and you four are the most beautiful girls I have seen in a long time.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls’ said Karen with a smile, but she was obviously pleased with the compliment.

“So you think we are pretty, do you, John?” said Alya. “Which one do you think is the prettiest?”

“Whoa there,” I protested, “I’m not going there. How can I decide that when you’re each so lovely in your own way.”

“I know how you can decide,” said Sandy. “We’ll have a ‘Miss Back-of-the-Woods’ competition.”

Alya jumped up enthusiastically. “Great idea,” she said. “It’ll be fun. Come on, girls!”

Karen and Alex were not quite ready for this, saying it was silly, and “how can you put John in a situation like that,” but after another glass of wine they agreed to the little game.

“Sit here in this chair,” said Sandy, “and we’ll get up one at a time so you can have a good look.” I let myself be led to the easy chair and the show began. “How are we going to do this,” mused Alex. “Alphabetically or what?”

Karen was quick with a suggestion, her earlier hesitation forgotten. “We’ll write our names on pieces of paper, then John can draw them one after the other.”

I drew Alya first. She jumped up and strutted to a spot right in front of me. I had expected some posing and twirling around, but I guess I should have known what to expect from Alya after the pants’ legs episode. She started that way, but soon pulled the t-shirt tight over her chest making her hard nipples stand out. I could just make out her large chocolate-coloured areolae under the taut fabric. She turned slowly and stuck her bubbly ass out at me, wiggling it like a stripper and running her hands over the firm globes. She pulled the shorts up into her crack and high on the sides showing off her slender, shapely legs. My erection had returned with a vengeance, and this time I made no effort to hide it. I figured she would see it as the compliment it was. She did, – grinning broadly as she looked at the outline of my large dick. Then she blew me a kiss and stopped, waiting for the verdict. The girls clapped and whistled, and I followed suit.

“I need some paper to make notes, I said. “I can tell this is going to be difficult!” Laughingly, they agreed and got some paper. I scribbled something on it, and pulled the next name. Karen was next, but she had suddenly got cold feet again. “I don’t know about this,” she said. “I don’t care who he thinks is the prettiest.”
“Oh, come on, Karen,” said Alya. “Just do something like I did. It was fun. Just pretend you’re cheerleading and teasing that special someone…”

“I’ll go,” said Sandy and jumped up.

“No, no it’s my turn,” said Karen and blushed. She stood up and moved right in front of me. She was the tallest of the four; 5′ 10 was my guess, and statuesque. With her tanned skin she looked like she spent a lot of time outdoors. She too started innocuously with some cutesy poses; then started swaying gently to some imagined music while she lifted her breasts slightly. They were so large and firm that it was almost superfluous to do so, but they had a delightful jiggle.

She closed her eyes and pinched her nipples. They grew long and stiff, standing out like bullets. She loosened the t-shirt and started pulling it up, stopping just under her breasts. Slowly she lifted some more, until the underside of her breasts started to come into view. She moved her upper body and the breasts swayed just a little. She moved her hands down to her waist and over her tummy, heading down to her pussy, blushing again as she did so. She stroked herself softly over her mound, turned around and continued the stroke with her other hand underneath and up the cleft of her ass with a light touch of one finger. I was throbbing by this time. She opened her eyes and looked at my prick, pleased with the reaction.

More clapping and whistling. “Go Karen!” yelled Alya.

Karen smiled bashfully. “Well?” she said.

“Hmmm,” I said. I made some notes on my paper and pulled Sandy’s name out. She was on her feet in a flash and started some kind of dance routine. No cutesy poses there. Full of youthful energy, her body was in constant motion. At the same time she was fondling herself all over – her breasts, her tummy and pussy and the firm globes of her ass. She pulled her t-shirt tight, then lifted it to just under her breasts, pinched her nipples, – she hadn’t missed much of the other two performances. She was getting applause and whistles already. Then she flipped the t-shirt way up and showed her beautiful breasts in al their glory. Her small reddish areolae were tight and her small nipples hard as pebbles and they moved with a delightful rhythm, clearly needing no support whatsoever.

“Foul!” cried Alya. “No fair! This is the evening gown competition, no nudity in the evening gown competition. Yellow card for that foul. One more and you’re disqualified!”

“There is no such rule,” protested Sandy.

“There is now,” said Alya, and Karen and Alex agreed.

“Oh, OK then,” grumbled Sandy, dropped her t-shirt down and continued. My hard-on was continuing to make its presence known, and the girls were looking from Sandy to me, and seemed fascinated by both spectacles. My pre-cum was now flowing, and there was a growing wet spot in my pants. Sandy looked and smiled in triumph.

She loosened her belt and started opening her shorts, but Alya’s “Sandy!!!” stopped her in her tracks.

“Spoilsport!” she hissed, but finished her turn with a good view of her sexy ass, wiggling it in my face before sitting down. I made my usual scribbled note and waited for Alex to get up. The others also watched her with great interest. She hadn’t seemed all that comfortable, as the show got progressively more blatantly erotic. Would she or wouldn’t she…

She got up slowly. I could tell she wasn’t quite sure about the whole thing, but she also didn’t want to be the only one to chicken out. She went back to the cutesy pose routine, while the girls were egging her on.

“Come on Alex.”

“Give him a proper show, Alex.”

“Flaunt that body, Alex”. The last one from Karen, who seemed to have loosened up a lot after her own performance. Alex slowly raised her arms over her head and started a hula-like motion. Her t-shirt had ridden up over the top of the shorts and her large swaying breasts had been lifted high by the arm movement. They were alive under the shirt, I swear! God, did I want to get my hands and lips on those breasts. She dropped her hands to her breasts and fondled them gently, lifting a little and letting them move gently, – just as I would have done it, had I been doing the lifting. I had to adjust my dick; it was just too painful as it was. It felt more comfortable, but gave it room to grow some more, and now hiding nothing. It was sticking up, and jerking as it continued to seep fluid. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but I just sat there, staring at Alex.

I looked over at the other girls to see how they were taking this performance. Karen looked at Alex fondling her breasts and licked her lips. Her hand had snuck down the front of her pants and she was rubbing her self ever so gently. She glanced at my dick, then at my face, and blushed when she saw I was looking at her, – good blusher, that girl!

She kept rubbing, though, almost defiantly. Alya and Sandy were sitting very close together on the sofa. Alya had her hand on the top of Sandy’s thigh, stroking it lightly, close to the pants leg. Sandy had her hand around Alya’s back under the t-shirt, stroking Alya’s back. I felt positively left out. Alex changed that.

She looked me in the eyes and loosened her belt, but not completely, just enough to let the shorts slide down very low on her hips. She turned around, showing the slope of her ass and the top of her crack, and sliding her hand under her belt and over her naked globes underneath the material. She turned back around to show the slight bulge of her tummy, and a hint of a narrow strip of red pussy hair.

“Alex!” warned Sandy, getting her own back. “That’s far enough.” Alex didn’t answer, but pulled her shorts back up, then turned her back on me and with her straight legs apart, bent down and touched her toes. What a view! Her ass was magnificent, and I was the only one to see that those shorts also gave me an intriguing glimpse of shaven pussy lips, as well as a good view of her breasts as the t-shirt fell away from her front. I was hard pressed not to come in my pants, without any touching, but I managed, and made my notes.

“What’s the verdict?” said Alya.

“Yeah, John,” said Alex. “Who do you pick?”

“Now I know what ‘Hobson’s Choice’ means,” I said. “If I pick one, the rest of you will be unhappy, and if I don’t, you will all be mad at me. This isn’t easy!”

“No, I can see it is hard,” giggled Sandy.

“Hush, Sandy, let me add up these scores, OK. Let me see – I have given separate points for the figure, the face, the movements, the attitude and for sex appeal.” I scribbled some more.

“I have some bad news ladies,” I finally said. “As far as I can see, this is a dead heat, – a four-way tie. You all win!”

“Wimp!” – “Cheat!” – “Liar!” – “Rigged!” were their reactions. “You won’t get away with it that easy!”

“Relax, ladies,” I said with a smile. “It was fun, and you are all winners, so let’s just have another glass of wine and enjoy the nice fire and each other’s company.” After some more good-natured grumbling we duly relaxed in front of the fire, and chatted away. After a while I noticed Sandy and Alya have their heads together, giggling and whispering. They looked at each other, at me and at the other girls, and then whispered some more.

“Oh, Oh,” I thought to myself. “Something is up.” I had to admit I had enjoyed the performance very much and wanted something like that to continue. Maybe we could have a talent competition of cheerleading or something, so I could get another good look at them. The thought of high kicks in those shorts made me excited all over again.

“We’ve got it!” said Sandy and Alya suddenly and triumphantly. “He said ‘as far as I can see’, didn’t he? Well, he didn’t really see that much, did he? We should have the swimsuit round next. The topless swimsuit round! And HE has to be topless, too!” The other two girls must have been affected by the whole performance as well, because their objections were a bit half hearted, even if there were some uncertain looks.

“Just SEE, right?” said Karen.

“Absolutely,” I promised. “I’ll abide by your rules.”

The room was suddenly charged with something, The girls must have seen each other naked before, being on the same cheerleading squad, but I guess it was different now, with me there, and with the sexual tension we were starting to build up. They seemed to look at each other differently, sizing up the competition as it were, and reacting to each other’s bodies as well as mine.

I collected the slips with names again and drew Karen’s name. She got up, and was about to pull off her t-shirt when the others suddenly remembered that I was to be topless too. They came over and in no uncertain terms demanded that I get with it. I complied at once, not even reluctantly. Karen looked reluctant, but her secret little smile gave her away, and we all knew it was an act.

“Take it off!” – “Let’s see those tits!” I kept quiet, but joined in the clapping and whistling. Karen took her time pulling off her t-shirt, lifting it higher and higher slowly, slowly. The bottom of her breasts came into view once again, like old friends.

She suddenly turned her back to me, facing the girls and whisked the t-shirt over her head and off, and shimmied her breasts for the girls. They stared, and applauded. “Whhoooooee.”

Karen held her hands over her breasts before turning back to me. What a losing battle it was for those hands! In contrast with her narrow waist, her breast seemed huge, particularly since they were stark white against her tanned skin. I guessed she wasn’t used to going topless…

Her breasts showed all around her hands. Slowly she lifted her hands and showed me her breasts completely. So soft and yet so firm, never sagging. I was already regretting my promise about only looking, and Karen was only the first one up… She shimmied a bit, she touched her nipples gently and I watched them harden again as she stimulated herself. Then she shook her head and suddenly sat down. She took her shirt to put it back on, but the others objected, so she left it off.

Next was Alex. No coy act there, she was genuinely uncertain about this whole thing, but gamely doing it anyway. Facing me, she pulled her arms in through the t-shirt until it was just hanging from around her neck, then began stroking her breasts and upper body under the shirt. Again there was that sense of her breasts being alive, large, soft, full of gentle weight. She stroked all around them, – enjoying her own touch. She turned to the girls, giving them the same show, and they loved it too. Little by little she worked the t-shirt up over her arms and shoulders, encouraged by the girls. Breasts now bare and swaying, she left the shirt hanging down her back by her neck.

She stopped moving her body, and raised her arms, just like before. This time I had them in full view as they lifted and separated slightly, – nipples standing long and stiff from crinkled, large pale areolae. She returned to gently stroking, and sometimes pinching her breasts, now swaying, eyes closed. The girls clapped some more and she tuned around and faced them. They stared and continued clapping, fascinated and getting aroused. Alex turned back to me again, treating me to another round of stroking and pinching, then pulling her arms together, trapping her breasts between them. The raised breasts overflowed and I fel they could poke my eyes any second. She moved a little closer, – within touching distance. My prick was now to full size, and was beginning to work its way past the beltline. Any second now it would have a peek of it’s own at these fabulous breasts.

“That’s enough, – time’s up,” said Alya suddenly, and with a little catch in her voice. “There are two more of us, you know, and I’m next!” I made a hasty adjustment to my cramped muscle while Alex blushed and sat down. She also made a move to put her t-shirt back on, but Alya and Karen pulled it off her before she could object.

Alya’s name was indeed drawn next. She wasted no time getting her top off, pulling it off and flinging it away in one swift motion. She stood still with her arms out wide, just letting me feast my eyes on her lovely breasts. They could not compete in size with Karen or Alex, but they had a beautiful, sexy, sassy perkiness and just seemed to smile at me. She went into a series of twirls, jumps and bounces, and those amazing breasts stayed up and pointing at me through every jump and turn, – and at the girls when she gave them the same show. My dick was now in sight above my belt, and Alya noticed it.

“Aha,” she said and pointed. “I think I’m ahead on points.” She grabbed her nipples, squeezed them and pulled hard before letting go. Her breasts reddened slightly and her areolae puffed up some more. She reached down into her pants with her hand and started stroking herself, before the others stopped her.

“Yellow Card!” shouted Sandy. “Breasts only in the swimsuit round! Besides, it’s my turn!”

Alya sat down, breathing faster and I now had 6 beautiful breasts staring at me from the sofa. When Sandy got up, they moved to the side, so I could see them clearly, or was it so they could see me clearly. Sandy had one of my old t-shirts on and she suddenly grabbed the front of it with both hands and ripped! Her left breast popped into sight, large and proud through the torn fabric. She made another rip, and the other breast was visible. Bobbing and swaying, she made them play peekaboo through the fabric. She turned around and gave the girls a show as well. They stared at her breasts as well, with wide-open eyes. The continued to clap and whistle, but they seemed a bit more serious, somehow it wasn’t as hilarious as it had seemed to them at the beginning. Sandy was getting to them as well, that was clear.

Turning back to me, Sandy grinned and ripped some more, all the way up this time. The t-shirt slowly slid down her shoulders and arms and fell to the floor. Sandy took hold of her breasts and squeezed them, lifted them, jiggled them and pinched her nipples. She turned to the girls again for some more teasing, then back to me again Her breath was coming quicker now and her cheeks were flushed. She became more gentle in her fondling of her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples more softly. She started rubbing her thighs together as well, closing her eyes and looked like she had forgotten about everyone else. She went on and on, her breath becoming a bit ragged and her skin getting flushed. Suddenly she let out a small yelp and shook all over.

“Nice one,” I thought to myself, but I kept quiet. The girls also knew what had happened, but strangely, they didn’t say anything about it either, just looked at each other and at me, as if to see if I had noticed Sandy cumming right in front of me.

Sandy sat down, and I faced eight breasts and nipples, all of them in a serious state of arousal. Mine was not hard to spot either, with my dick just peeking over the belt line and the pre-cum oozing freely. No one said anything for a long moment.

“So, what’s the verdict,” Sandy finally said, having recovered some equilibrium. This was getting hard, (right along with my aching dick). To be honest, I would pick Alex, – I always had a soft spot for large heavy breasts like she had, – and for that generous figure, – and her red hair. I was reluctant to say that, though. I didn’t want to disappoint the others, and I also didn’t want the competition to end. I was enjoying this way too much for it to be over.

“I still can’t decide,” I finally said. I expected another outcry, but they actually weren’t unhappy about it. “Let’s just relax again, this isn’t the end of the world, you know.”

“I think you’re cheating,” said Karen. “You just want to look at our tits, some more.”

“JUST!?!” I said incredulously. “What do you mean ‘just’? Do you girls have any idea what you’re doing to me with those fantastic, glorious, incredible breasts?”

“I can guess,” said Alya saucily, pointing at my peeking dick.

“Well, – you can’t blame me for wanting to look,” I said. “And you can clearly see I am enjoying it. Humour me, and let’s just pretend there’s nothing unusual bout this conversation.” They actually seemed quite pleased with the idea, but didn’t want me to think they were just as interested as I to keep going.

“Any more wine?” asked Sandy, ever practical.

“You open another bottle, I said, I can’t get up.”

“Since when,” giggled Alex, and the girls laughed. We talked some more. But we were all a bit distracted, – our minds weren’t really on the conversation.

I guess each of us was thinking about the situation and what we would do next, if anything.

“This is pretty amazing,” said Alya after a while. “Here we are, sitting around topless, as if it is perfectly normal, and talking about anything and everything. Don’t you guys feel something?” “I’m OK with it,” said Sandy.

“I feel good, actually,” said Alex. “I never thought it would feel so good to be topless in front of you guys and certainly in front of a man. But it feels great, – I feel liberated, somehow, – and excited too. Good excited, nothing uncomfortable at all. Isn’t it weird?”

Karen joined in. “Yeah, I feel good, too. I feel free and really good, – I guess I trust y’all and I know you wouldn’t do anything weird or hold this against me.”

“How did that old song go?” I said. “If I said you have a beautiful body would you hold it against me? They laughed.

“I would,” giggled Alya, – ‘I mean, I wouldn’t, I mean…”

“We all know what you mean, Alya,” said Karen. More laughing.

The atmosphere changed subtly again. We were all very comfortable, but it seemed to me that our thought had become more sexually explicit. I know mine had, and I showed it.

“So what’s next?” asked Karen, and immediately blushed as she mentally answered her own question. God, that girl could blush – all over her chest and breasts, turning them from white to pink. I was way ahead of her, and so were the rest of the girls.

“Remember the rules,” said Alya with a wicked smile, “You promised to abide by them.”

“That’s right!” said Karen and the others also chimed in.

“If we take it off, you do too!” I made a show of reluctance, so they wouldn’t get worried, but I was highly delighted with this development. My dick was getting VERY uncomfortable under my belt and needed some freedom.

“I don’t think…” I started to say, but a chorus of protests drowned me out:

“Yes you promised! Now get going!”

“Well, all right,” – I agreed, “but it’s too complicated to do all this scoring, I just want to see you side by side so I can compare.” After a quick glance, they all nodded.

“All at once, then,” said Sandy. “You too John.”

I stood up with them and counted, “One, Two Three.”

I loosened my belt and let my pants drop, then peeled my shorts off with a great deal of difficulty, hung up as they were on my straining dick. It jumped up and stood waving in the wind. I looked at the girls. None of them had made amove to take anything off, – they all stood transfixed, staring at my bobbing dick with open mouths.

“It’s HUGE”‘ exclaimed Alex.

“I, I, I’ve never…” stammered Alya. Sandy giggled nervously and Karen just stared.

“I take that as a vote of confidence, ladies,” I said with much more aplomb than I felt; I don’t have much experience standing with a huge hard-on in front of four topless nubile ladies. “But you are not following your own rules!”

“It’s just…” started Alex. “I’ve never seen one like that before.” Before I could respond, she loosened her belt, let her shorts drop and kicked them away. The other three were quick to follow, not wanting to give anyone an advantage. I dropped down in my seat again with a sudden loss of control.

What a sight I had right there in front of me. They just stood there, still looking at my dick, which showed no sign of deflating. The moved close together, almost hip-to-hip, looking furtively at each other, and more blatantly at me. Their faces were a fascinating mixture of lust, embarrassment and arousal, with high burning cheeks, large eyes and licking suddenly dry lips. They were breathing more rapidly, breasts rising and falling; their hips kept making small movements. They stared at me, as if waiting for my command.
I took a long lustful look at each of them, while my prick signalled my appreciation by waving to them in turn, which made them smile. Their pussies were so different, but ever so sexy all of them. I had glimpses of three of them before, but the full glory was still overpowering. Alya’s, black and luxurious, and now with a pink prominence clearly visible. Sandy’s, fine strawberry blonde hair curling around a pair of slightly open reddish lips. Karen’s, auburn and neatly trimmed, with a wonderful high mound. And Alex’s with the red stripe pointing like an arrow to the beautiful, plump shaven lips below. I swallowed, my lips suddenly dry. After a while I made a twirling motion with my finger. They turned around as if on a single string, showing off their bodies with pride and excitement. Their asses were equally glorious, firm and smooth and finely tuned. I twirled again, and they kept turning, round and round.

I stopped them facing me again and spread my legs, showing them my balls, heavy with cum. The sack kept contracting with arousal. As if by remote control, they spread their legs as well, giving me an even better view. Pussy lips opened some more, giving me glimpses of the darker interior. They seemed as in a trance, as if caught up in a communal experience of lust and a feeling of love for one another. Again I made them turn, this time stopping with those gorgeous asses staring me in the face. They looked over their shoulder at me, as if they had no will of their own. I motioned for them to bend over, and after a heart-stopping moment they did, with straight legs, touching their toes, in perfect cheerleader synchronicity. Each ass crack spread open, and their cute little puckers were mine to see finally. Their pussy lips now spread wide open, and I could see parts of their breasts between their legs. I was in heaven! I let them stay like that while I drooled from my throbbing dick.

They showed no sign of strain, but eventually I made them stand up again, facing me, – still with their legs apart. I was looking from one to the other, marvelling at their young, fresh bodies, caught up in the erotic moment. They glanced at each other as well, but in a fascinated sort of way, not at all self-consciously. Mostly they looked my dick, straining in the air. I was getting very aroused, – I just had to touch myself! – After all, they had started that kind of touching a long time ago. I put my hand on my straining disk and gave it a little squeeze. God, it felt good! As if I had pushed a button, they also began to touch themselves, soon masturbating openly and with more and more excitement. Totally absorbed in their own pleasure, they didn’t look at each other any more, but they were clearly aware of what they were doing, and looked amazingly comfortable about it. Their eyes were fixed on my dick and my hand sliding slowly up and down, more pre-cum oozing out of the slit.

Their fingers touched pussies, asses, breasts, nipples and back down below again. Breathing fast and shallow, they got closer ands closer to the edge. Their feet stayed in place, but they couldn’t be still, their bodies shaking and twitching as the orgasm overtook them. They clamped down on their hands deep between their legs and held their breaths, then moaning, let it out, lost in their own world of joy and pleasure. Slowly they came to a stop, their heads hanging down and the bodies glistening with perspiration.

I smiled tenderly at them and started clapping slowly. With furtive looks at each other they came back to earth.

“That was quite something,” gasped Karen.

“Oh, yessss,” hissed Alya, – “it was just…..”

“Sooo good,” Alex completed her sentence for her.

“My God,” said Sandy, “I haven’t come like that ever.” She shook her head in amazement.

“You must think we are a bunch of sluts,” said Alex ruefully. “We’re not, you know, I’ve never done anything like this. Not in front of my friends, and certainly not in front of a man.”

“No, I don’t think that at all,” I replied, my sincerity unmistakable in my voice. “I think you are just wonderful, – I have never had an experience like that either. Thank you for being so spontaneous.”

“It was you, you know,” said Alex, suddenly shy. “Like we’re not lesbian, or anything. How did you make us feel so at ease with this? Even now, I can’t believe I just made myself come like that in front of everyone, and I’m not even embarrassed, – eh not much anyway.”

“I just was there,” I said.

“But it didn’t seem dirty or anything,” said Karen, wonderingly. “It was beautiful and I feel so good now, – about everything.”

“It was really sexy,” said Alya, with a gleam in her eye. “God, it was sexy! I get goose bumps, just thinking about it!”

“But,” said Alex, – suddenly noticing my still rampant disk, “you are still.., I mean, you didn’t come.”

“That’s OK,” I said, “It was still a fabulous sexual experience, – and besides, – I promised to just look, not touch.”

“But that was touching us, we meant,” protested Sandy. “Would you like to, eh -, do something too?”

“Oh would you please!” burst out Alex. “I have never seen a man come”.

“Me neither,” said Karen.

“Oh Karen, it’s awesome,” said Sandy. “Pleeeease do it,” added Alya, making it unanimous.

I was no stranger to masturbating, but I still felt strange about doing it in front of these girls, even if they had all done it in front of me just before. I was about to take hold and start, but I wanted to give it a shot, so I asked softly “Would one of you like to help?”

“But that would be touching,” protested Karen. “We said no touching.”

“We only said he had to follow our rules,” argued Sandy.

“Yes, and we set the rules,” said Alya. “I vote we give the poor man a hand. It feels really good, you know.”

She didn’t wait for any more votes, but dropped to her knees in front of my chair. She reached out for my dick, which was still leaking and throbbing, after constant intense arousal for over an hour now. “Let’s both do it,” said Sandy, dropping down by her side. “I want to hold it too.” Both hands touched it gently. There was room enough for two hands and then some, – I was VERY excited. “Easy,” I panted, “It’s loaded and has a hair-trigger.” Their hands closed around the girth and they started moving their fists up and down in unison.

They had both done this before, that was certain. They moved with an easy familiarity of soft but firm hold and gentle movement. Sandy’s other hand came up to cradle my balls.

“What are you doing?” burst out Alex.

Sandy turned to the two standing girls. “Come down here, you two,” she said happily. “You need to see this and know what to do.”

They hesitated, but came down in front of me as well in the end. It was getting crowded, so I slid down on the floor – on the rug by my chair. Now they could all get close, – Sandy and Karen on my right, – Alya and Alex on my right.

“See this?” Alya turned to Alex. “This is how you hold it, – Gently, not hard, but you have to have a firm grip as well, not just slide your hand over the skin.”

“That’s nice too sometimes,” chimed in Sandy, not to be outdone. “Just take some of this fluid and smear it over his dick like this,” as she squeezed out some more pre-cum and smeared it all over my cock head and the upper shaft.

“Easy,” I gasped, “I can’t hold this much longer.” I wanted to cum, but I wanted to keep having this incredible feeling as well. “Just stop for a little bit, OK?”

Sandy let out a triumphant little laugh. “See that?” she said. “When they’re like this, they will do anything you want, even lick your asshole, if you want.”

“Sandy!” exclaimed Alex. “That’s disgusting. What will John think of us?”

“She’s right,” I managed to get out. “I’ll do anything, – just keep making me feel like this, – Oh God…” Sandy had just given my balls a little squeeze and one finger had burrowed its way under my scrotum, to my perineum. “‘Here,” she said to Karen. “Give me your hand.” She took Karen’s hand and put it high on my thigh, then put her own hand back on my prick. “Just rub gently down the inside of is leg, and up over his stomach, – he’ll love it.”

Karen started fondling me, just as she was told, and Sandy was right, – I did love it.

“Can I try?” Alex whispered.

“Sure,” said Alya, taking Alex’s hand and placing it on my dick. ‘Hold it about this hard,” she demonstrated. “Get some of this stuff on your hand, then move it up and down, like this.” “It’s soft and hard at the same time,” Alex said, bemused. “And so warm!”

“Don’t you love it,” said Sandy.

“Oh yes! Alex exclaimed, and then looked at me, as if a little ashamed of her outburst.

“Any time, Alex,” – I said with a smile, reaching out and stroking her chin gently. She drew in her breath, – I had crossed the barrier of touch, I know, but they had started it, and it was as innocent as I could make it. Alex leaned into my hand, obviously enjoying it. I kept stroking her face and hair, and then slowly moved down to her neck. She didn’t back away, she actually moved even closer, her knees now touching my leg, and her breasts hanging heavy and low over me.

Since Alex had taken her place on my dick, Alya placed her hands on my chest and started playing with my nipples. This new stimulus was almost more than I could take. My dick started swelling and jerking.

“STOP!” said Sandy. “He is really getting close.” The girls all stopped dead in their tracks, not moving at all. Slowly I got myself back under control, and when I was breathing normally again, Sandy said: “Did you feel that, Alex? That’s what they do when they get ready to cum.”

“Sometimes they don’t give you any warning, though,” said Alya, – wise beyond her years. “They just shoot.”

“Let me feel too,” said Karen. Impatient with just feeling my leg, she grabbed the top of my dick.

“Karen, – take it easy!” said Sandy. “Be nice to it, – it gets offended if you are rough like that.” I was way beyond getting offended.

My hand was still stroking Alex, and I was now moving down her chest between her breasts. She knew, – oh yes she knew all right, but she was still leaning over me. I moved my hand even lower, and cupped my hand gently under her right breast. She drew in her breath, causing the others to pay attention.

“Hey, wait a minute,” said Karen. “He’s not supposed to be touching!”

“Well, we did change the rules,” said Sandy. “Fair is fair, – and Alex doesn’t look like she minds.” She let go of my dick, grabbed my other hand and put in on her own breast, giving it a good squeeze. Her little nipple dug into my hand, it was so stiff.

Alya took hold of my dick again, in the area vacated by Sandy, who still held my balls. They all started moving their hands again. There was no way I could hang on this time. With one gorgeous breast in each hand, and four hands on my dick and balls, it took exactly eight seconds. The eruption started deep in my balls, gathered momentum and forced itself out through my grateful cock and burst into the air like a volcano. Alya got the first spurt in her face, the movement of the three hands made the second spray across the breasts of Sandy and Karen, then Alya directed then next spurt to Alex’s face. I kept cumming, and Alya used my dick as a hose, spraying steam after stream over the four of them, before she suddenly went down on me and started sucking out the rest with an almost desperately hungry suction. I shuddered as the orgasm came to an end and the supply finally ran out.

“Gross!” said Karen, looking down on herself. “Is it always as messy as this? And how could you take it in your mouth!”

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” laughed Alya, licking cum drops off her lips. “Here.” She scooped a dollop off her face and put it in Karen’s mouth. “Hmm.. – Not bad, actually,” said Karen with a growing smile. “I like it, – and it is reeeeally sexy.” She started getting more cum off her own face and feeding it to her tempting mouth. Sandy was already licking her lips and cleaning her face. Alex too took a hesitant lick of cum, shrugged and had some more. Here, Alya said, – I’ll help. She proceeded to lick Alex’s breasts clean, paying extra attention to her stiff nipples. Alex bent her head back and closed her eyes, obviously enjoying the unexpected attention.

“It’s a great skin cream, too,” said Sandy, and started rubbing my cum all over Karen’s breasts. Karen returned the favour, smearing the cream all over Sandy’s breasts while she pinched her nipples and massaged her firm cones. I sat there, taking it all in. Karen and Sandy were fondling and massaging each other’s breasts, – Alya was licking and kissing and suckling on Alex’s full globes, and Alex still had her hand firmly wrapped around my slightly softened prick. I reached out and cupped Sandy’s and Alex’s pussies, one in each hand. They moaned, getting more and more aroused once again. The two pussies were so different. Sandy’s with her fine down covering and soft, narrow and open. Alex’s trimmed little arrow of fur, and plump lips with her button of a clitoris hard and demanding.

Both were very wet and very hot and my fingers had no problem getting access. I touched them both, stroking gently along their outer lips and up to their clits. They were secreting heavily now, and opening to my touch. My slickened fingers probed deeper, then up to flick their stiff nubbins again. Back down for more lubrication, then I let my fingers wander the other way, widening the cracks of their asses until I reached their tight puckered assholes. I touched them gently, smearing the slick juices around their holes, before slipping the tip of my finger in. I loved doing that to a woman, and doing in tandem with two of them was beyond belief. Alex came first; this was obviously a new experience to her. She bit her lip and went completely red in the face, holding her breath. I moved my hand back down and put two fingers up her pussy as I massaged her clit gently with my thumb while she came.

Sandy wasn’t far behind, and I gave her the same treatment. Her pussy flooded my hand as she came, and she sobbed and shook uncontrollably until she collapsed across my chest, her arms hugging my head and pressing my lips to her breast.

Alex also leant over and held me, kissing my neck. “Oh John,” she gasped. You are incredible. Where did you learn to give such pleasure?”

Sandy just kept repeating “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” over and over.

Karen and Alya looked at each other, clearly feeling a bit neglected. They grabbed my now free hands and led them between their own legs. Once again I had a pussy in each hand, while they both took hold of my dick. “Oh John,” said Karen, her voice thick with lust. “Please make me come like they did. I’ll die if you don’t.”

Alya wasn’t waiting for me to begin; she was rubbing my hand all over her pussy, opening it up and pushing my fingers inside.

I managed to get my mouth off Sandy’s firm breasts. “Relax, Alya, – let me do it,” I whispered.

“I’m sooo hot,” she stuttered, “so hot!” Once again I stroked two pussies at once, teased two clits and tickled two assholes. When I came back to lightly pinch Alya’s clit, she erupted in a loud wail.

“Yaaaaiiiiiii….. I can’t bear it! Stop, – no don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t…”

Karen was humping my hand vigorously by now, anxious to come, but also prolonging it to keep at that peak of sensation as long as she could, her head thrown back and gasping for air. I used my now free hand to finally get to her fabulous breasts. Huge and flushed with pink, her nipples standing straight out, they were more than a handful. I rubbed my whole hand over them, from one to the other, dragging at her nipple each time. She could hold it no more. Karen wasn’t as loud as Alya, but she wasn’t quiet by any means. She moaned without stop, mumbling my name in between. Reason finally came back in her eyes and she looked at me with a strange, tender smile. “That was two for my record books,” she laughed happily.

Only then did Alya and Karen notice that they were holding a prick filled with renewed energy. Alya got in first again, taking me deep in her hot mouth. Karen helped with her hand and also took hold of my balls.

“Kiss them, Karen. Take each one gently in your mouth,” said Sandy, who had now become aware of the new situation. Karen complied.

“Woch de teeth”, warned Alya, mumbling with her mouth full.

“How close is he now, Alya”, asked Sandy.

“Es wooing nk,” Alya replied.

“Then we can all get a turn. I’m next,” said Sandy. “Two minutes each, but we won’t try to get him to come yet, OK?” That’s what I like, – Team spirit and coordination. Must be the cheerleading discipline. After a while Alya reluctantly gave up her turn and Sandy gobbled me down.

Eight inches isn’t exactly a small cock, but Sandy got her lips well over half way. I was in her throat and felt every move as she swallowed. She pulled back up and just licked the tip?

“Like that, huh?” she said impishly. “I do too.” Then she went down again, sucking and pulling. Karen still had her hand on the lower part of my dick as she was kissing my balls. She looked up and saw Sandy taking me deep. Her hand moved up and caressed Sandy’s lips as they closed around the shaft of my dick, then slipped inside her mouth. Sandy moaned. So did I. “Time’s up,” called Alya, she wasn’t going to give anyone extra time. “Since you are busy down there, Karen, it can be Alex’s turn.”

“You have to show me how,” confessed Alex sheepishly, “I haven’t done this before.”

“Just treat is like a lollipop,” said Alya. “Lick it a bit, suck on it, stick it way down and suck while you pull it out, – you know. Just keep your teeth well back from the lollipop. They hate it when you get them on there, I guess it must hurt.”

Alex nodded, looked closely at my now waving dick, wet with saliva and beginning to leak fluid again. “Here goes,” she said, and bent over. I reached out and cupped her breasts again. I loved those breasts as they hung heavy in my hands. She turned her head awkwardly and looked up at me, my dick still in her mouth, and smiled, then went back to her new toy. What she lacked in experience she made up in enthusiasm. The lollipop advice was just great. She tried to get it deep like Sandy, but gagged when it hit her throat and pulled it out quickly.

“Do that again,” said Sandy, “and just relax your throat. It won’t hurt and if you can just keep your throat relaxed it will be the greatest treat you can give him.”

Alex nodded and went down again. She stopped briefly as it hit her throat again, then relaxed and kept going down. .. and down .. and down. Talk about a fast learner! I couldn’t believe it. When she started swallowing, it felt like I was being milked and my resistance dwindled with alarming speed. I touched her head, and she came up again and let my prick go with a plop. “Holy cow, Alex,” I exclaimed. “That is some blowjob, – it’s fantastic, – I love it. But if you girls want me to last a little longer, you have to stop.”

“I had to get some air anyway,” said Alex, “but it was really easy. I just relaxed my throat as Sandy said, and it went right down. It felt really weird, but not uncomfortable, and it was really exciting to feel your reaction.”

“Hot dog, girl,” said Sandy. “I have been practicing this for a while, but I can’t get it down, – not really. And here you go on your first try. You’ll be a popular girl, even more than you already are.”

Karen wanted her turn. “Lollipop, right?” she said a little nervously, but bent over and took my cock gingerly in her mouth. For a big girl, Karen’s touch was feather light. Gentle nips with her lips and some light sucking. She took her mouth off and kissed and licked all the way down the shaft, then went back to the head. She tried a couple of times to get it deep down, but she couldn’t get past the gag reflex. I didn’t complain. In addition to the incredible pleasure of her attentions to my dick, I had both hands on those huge, firm breasts again. Time was up way to soon, I thought.
“OK, here’s the deal,” said Sandy, back in charge once more. “Are you ready to come, John? – Yes? OK then. We get 20 seconds each – Alya and I will be timers. This time we’ll try to get him to come, all tricks are allowed. Karen, you keep your hand on his dick and keep jacking him. Alya, you get his balls, and Alex (nasty grin..) you get to tickle his asshole. The one to get him to come in her mouth is the winner of our competition, but when he starts, just swallow one spurt and then pass him around, so we call all get some, OK? John, just lie back and enjoy the ride, and oh yeah, you get to play with the tits of the girl sucking you. Trust me, you will like this!”

Overwhelmed by this efficiency, I just laid back, closed my eyes and surrendered my body to these four incredible nymphs. Sandy started, now sucking with new energy and doing wild things with her tongue at the same time. I held her soft breasts while she gyrated over me. Alya clapped her on her shoulder and Karen took over, still with her gentle approach, syncopated with her hand movement on my straining shaft. Her breasts were still overwhelming. Alya had her hands on my balls, fondling and squeezing ever so gently, and on Sandy’s signal took over from Karen. She was also a pretty experienced cocksucker, I could tell, with a subtly different rhythm, now in time with her hand on my scrotum. Suck-lick-suck-lick, ye gods….. In self-defence I grabbed her pointed breasts and pinched her nipples hard. She moaned and increased her attack.

Alex’s hand had been burrowing steadily under my ass and into my crack. I spread my legs and lifted my hips a little to help, and she reached my asshole, just as it was her turn. She pushed with her finger and at the same time took my dick all the way down in one smooth motion, swallowing one end and probing the other in perfect counterpoint. I timed my hands on her breasts to match her pace and could feel her respond.

“Time’ – Sandy said and started all over again, then Karen, then Alya, Alex, Sandy, Karen, Alya, Alex, Sandy, Karen…I lost track, despite their distinctive approaches. I just took it all in and fought for control. It couldn’t last, of course, no matter how much I wanted it to never end. Somewhere in the cycle I came. Spurt after spurt, sucked down by hungry mouths, some went in the air, but most was deposited in a hot, sucking orifice.

Slowly I came back to reality. I was still grasped by willing hands, but my cock was clearly beyond any further effort for a while. I saw four smiling happy faces, with only a few drops of semen still unaccounted for. “Who won?” I mumbled weakly. Alex’s proud smile gave me the answer, without anyone having to answer.

“We had to drag her off to get our share,” complained Alya.

“We did, though,” said Karen, grinning, “and it was delicious.”

“Ladies, you have worn me out,” I said. “Much as I loved the evening, it has come to an end. I’m turning in. I am sure you can find the bedrooms and make yourselves comfortable.

“Can we have another shower?” Karen asked, “we – eh- we’re a bit sweaty and sticky.”

“Yeah, sticky,” echoed Alya cheekily.

I laughed. “Shower away, I’ll have mine in the morning.” The girls tucked me in, stark naked and solemnly kissed me, one by one.

“Thank you, John, that was wonderful!” (Alex)

“Thanks John, you’re one hot dude.” (Alya)

“Oh, John, – I’ve never felt anything like it.” (Karen)

“Wow, baby, light my fire any time…” (Sandy)

I kissed them back. Strange, after all that had happened it was the first time I kissed them. I had a little fondle of those lovely bodies in the process, to their delight. They trundled off to the bathroom and my lights went out!

Saturday, May 12, 1 am.

It was the nicest wake-up I ever had! I was groggy with sleep, but the feeling of warm lips on my rapidly hardening dick would have awakened a dead man. I thought back to the girls’ techniques, – “Sandy?” I whispered. “What are you doing?”

Sandy’s blonde tousled head popped up from under the covers. “That’s a pretty stupid question,” she whispered with a smile, “and how did you know it was me, anyway?”

“You have done this to me before, remember? And once experienced, you are hard to forget.”

Her face lit up. “Yeah? – Cool.”

“I kept thinking about you”, she said. “It was sooo good, what we did, and I was getting all hot again, so I thought we could, – you know – do some more stuff.”

“What about the others,” I said quietly. “What will they say?”

“I won’t tell”. Sandy was getting worked up now that I hadn’t turned her down flat. “You made everything different and exciting, and you made me, – us – me, – feel special. I know you don’t love me or anything, but you CARE about me, I know you do!” She snuggled in close, as if trying to get into my very skin.

“You must have had plenty of lovers,” I said. “You can’t fool me, – you’ve done this before.” “BJ’s? – Sure,” she said. “I guess all boys want is BJs and to get into my pants. But all they want is for them to feel good, – not me. They don’t care about me. And I don’t want my first time to be like that.”

“Your first time?”‘ I asked incredulously. “You mean you’re a virgin? I can’t believe it!”

“I think we all are,” said Sandy miserably, “at least none of them has said she has done it, and we tell each other everything.”

“God, Sandy. I didn’t know, – I wouldn’t have done those things if I had known.”

“You mean you wouldn’t have made us feel so wonderful?” she said. “But that’s the best thing any of us has ever done, we all agreed. Not doing it with everyone there, necessarily, but what we did, and how you made it all so special for each of us. And I want to do more, learn more, experience all that intense feeling and being close to someone I care for again. Will you do some more, please. Please! Whatever you want, I’ll do it!”

“Oh Sandy, I’d love to do more with you, but I’m not going to be the one to break that little piece of skin. You want to think very carefully about that person, not just give yourself to the first guy who makes you feel good. He should be a very special person, and very few guys would be worthy of you, – or any one of you four.” Her face showed conflicting emotions, – I could tell she had worked herself up to sacrifice her virginity that night.

I kissed her. And again. She responded with enthusiasm and skill, she was not a novice kisser, that’s for sure. “Do you want me to blow you again?” she said.

“Let me try something,” I replied. “Just lie back and let me do the driving for a while.”

She liked being kissed and licked, I quickly discovered. Her breasts were very sensitive to nibbles and stroking. So were her hips and tummy, and she was squirming when I got close to her pussy. Her legs spread out wide and she was pushing my head down.

“Please eat me, John,” she pleaded. “I’m all clean, – I don’t think there’s any funny taste or smell or anything.”

“I hope there is some of your taste and smell there,” I said, smiling. I put my mouth back to work, Her smell was there, sure enough, – fresh and lemony, with a taste to match, I found out. I kissed and licked all around her sweet pussy, parting her lips with my hands and penetrating as deep as I could with a stiff tongue.

I paid special attention to her little nubbin, which was responding by getting redder and more pronounced. I closed my teeth on it very gently, then took it in my moth and sucked hard. She went off like a firecracker, but had enough presence of mind to hold my pillow over her mouth to keep any noise inside. She really didn’t want anyone else to wake up. I kept going. Two more minutes of the same and she went off again. She was flooding my mouth with her secretions, and I had to swallow to keep up. After her third orgasm in as many minutes, she pushed my head away.

“Enough!” she panted. “Give a girl a break, will’ya! I just need to catch my breath and get my muscles relaxed.” I smiled, but didn’t completely stop. I kept up my kissing and stroking, but I avoided her clitoris for a while. I raised her spread legs and bent them back to her shoulders, lifting her ass and opening everything to my view. She was beautiful. Her downy pussy was wide open, fresh and pink inside, like a pink oyster. Further down her pale, puckered asshole was also in full view. I lowered my lips and kissed it gently, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

She shuddered with delight. “Don’t you think it’s dirty?” she asked timidly. “I know I joked about doing that, but I didn’t mean it.”

“Another first for you is it?” I teased.

“Oh God, yeah, and it feels so nasty good. It’s not like anything I ever felt. Please don’t stop!”

I had no intention of stopping. I scooped some of her juices from her still flowing cunt and lubricated her ass, then slipped the tip of my little finger inside. She gasped. With some more lubrication, I slipped another finger in her ass, probing deeper. I went back to licking her pussy again while I fingered her ass.

“They won’t fit,” she said. “It’s too tight.”

“Just relax your ass,” I said “There’s room if we take it easy.” I flicked my tongue over her clitoris again, and she came again. The juice was running freely down her crack to her asshole now, providing even more lubrication than I needed, I put another finger in, and licked her cunt some ore. She came again, – and then again.

“Put your cock in there,” she pleaded hoarsely. “Please fuck me in the ass! I need your cock in me one way or the other!” I moved into position and lubricated my now throbbing cock before placing it at her asshole. “Please’ she pleaded. “You have to fuck me now!”

I pushed in a little. My fingers had opened her a bit, but there was much more to come now. “God it’s big!” she gasped. “It will never fit in there.”

“It will,” I reassured her. “Just relax your ass and it will go in. I’ll take it easy.” She panted away and tried to relax, while I kept the pressure slow and steady. I could feel her ass opening slowly. Suddenly, the cockhead slipped inside.

“Stop!” she whimpered. “I can’t do it, you’re tearing me.”

“No I’m not. Just relax, – the worst is over now, – you’ll enjoy it in a minute.” Sandy tried to relax, but her ass was still too tightly clenched. I kept still and kissed her gently. “There’s no hurry, pussycat, – just feel me in you for a while.” I reached down and stroked her pussy gently and I could feel her starting to relax, as my dick slowly slipped in. I kept pushing slowly and steadily.

“It’s filling me up completely,” Sandy whispered, somewhat under control again. “I can’t fit any more in.”

“Does it still hurt,” I asked. “Yes, – No, – Not exactly, but, – ooooh, is there much more?”

“Just this part,” I said, sliding all the way in with one continuous push.

“Aaaahh! Oh God, – I’m so full!” I pulled back out slowly. “Noooo,” she wailed softly. “Stay in there! IT’S! – SO! – GOOD!” I pushed back in and she moved to meet me. “Yessss,” she hissed; “Do it, do it, do it, fuck me, fuck me!”

We fell into an easy rhythm. My dick moved freely in her ass now, and her discomfort had all been transformed to lust and pleasure. I marvelled at her hot, buttery interior, the ring of her ass tight around my dick. She increased the pace, fucking me back with limitless energy and intensity. The muscles stood as cables in her neck and her face was drawn tight. Her eyes were wide open but seeing nothing. I fingered her clit again, and as I surrendered to my orgasm, she came as well, – clamping her arms around me while she was thrusting herself up at me. With a final spasm we collapsed in a heap, -my prick trapped in her ass as in a vice.

“I could feel you coming in me,” she said pantingly with a big happy smile. “I could actually feel every spurt! I had no idea it would feel like that. Your tongue felt so wicked there, and your fingers felt so great, but then your cock was too big and it hurt, but then.. Oh God!” She covered her face with her hands. “Is it bad that I loved it so much?” she asked in a small voice.

“It may not be for everyone, I guess,” I said. “But I think it is a wonderful way to make love. And there’s no worry about birth control,” I smiled.

“I’m on the pill,” she said, “my mom…” She trailed off, then kissed me again as my dwindling prick slowly slipped out of her cum-filled ass. “Oh John,” she sighed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, – you were wonderful, just as I knew you would.”

“It’s me that need to thank you,” I protested. “That was a wonderful gift, which I will always treasure!”

“What was?” said a voice in my ear.

“Alya,” said Sandy, startled. “I just….”

“Just what, exactly?” Hands on her hips, Alya glared at us. Naked as a jaybird, the petite girl was the picture of outrage. “I finally drop off to sleep, and what do I find? You’re off to get some private nooky, leaving me in there alone! What kind of friend are you?”

“Oh Alya, it’s not like that,” protested Sandy. “We just…” she trailed off again, suddenly remembering what we had been doing minutes before.

“AHA!”‘ said Alya triumphantly. “I knew it! Well, I want him too! That’s only fair.”

“I’m done for the night, Alya,” I said with regret, showing her my deflated dick. “I need some sleep before I am of any use to you.” She lost her bluster, and was just a disappointed little girl all of a sudden. “Can I at least sleep with you two, then,” she said quietly. “It’s just a sofa,” I said, not wanting to disappoint her but there simply wasn’t room.

“I know,” said Sandy, beaming. “Our bed is big enough for three. Come on…”

So there I was, back in my own bed. The girls had brought a washcloth and a warm towel and cleaned and dried me thoroughly, and kissed him all better, but had to admit defeat eventually. So they put me in the middle of the bed, flat on my back, with a pussy in each hand and two hands on my tender cock. We drifted off to sleep after a while. It had been a hell of a day!

.. to be continued.