Group Sex Emma's Pool Party

Once again, I had found myself in hot water with Carmen. She had phoned me earlier in the day, demanding I come to her house at once. I had asked her the reason, but she had hung up on me before I'd even finished my sentence.

Carmen was my boss, and we had quite a history together. Although we had not had sex, she was aware of my sexual exploits, and had an affinity for capturing them on camera. A case in point: Carmen's friend Gina's teenage daughter was staying with her for the summer. Her name was Emma, and I had enjoyed a wild orgy with her and three of her female friends the previous weekend while Carmen was away on business. Incidentally, I had also enjoyed a rather interesting threesome with Emma and her mother some weeks prior. During the course of last weekend's events, it was discovered that Carmen had put a hidden camera in the bathroom of her house so she could watch Emma in the shower--alone or otherwise. Me and the girls gave Carmen quite a show.

It occurred to me that this may have been the reason Carmen had summoned me, but it was doubtful, since she was aware of my weekend orgy with Emma and her friends, and I was certain she had watched the video, probably while pleasuring herself with her many sex toys. Regardless of the cause, I was apprehensive about our meeting. Carmen could be quite intimidating, especially when she was angry, and I had no desire to be on the receiving end of her rancour.

I reached her palatial home and rang the doorbell. The tone had barely finished ringing when the door flew open. Carmen's cheeks were red, and her long black hair fell around her face in a slightly disorderly manner. Her brow was knit, and her dark eyes regarded me sternly. Her jaw was set, and her large chest rose and fell rapidly under her snug white t-shirt. She wore short jean shorts, exposing her long, well tanned legs. She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.

She led me to her kitchen and spun around quickly, her breasts wobbling. She was not wearing a bra, and her nipples were faintly visible, poking through the fabric of her shirt. I tore my gaze away from her impressive bust to look at her piercing auburn eyes.

"How did you get it?" she asked.

"Get what?" I replied, clueless.

"The video. How did you get it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Carmen,"

"Don't be an idiot. The video from last weekend: how did you get it and who did you give it to?" she spoke insistently.

"The video? I didn't "get it" at all. I presume it's saved somewhere on your computer, which I haven't touched," I said honestly.

Carmen held her glare for a few moments, then brought her hand to her brow.

"... then how could..." she said quietly, almost to herself.

"How could what? What's going on? Why did you call me here?" I asked, exasperated.

The doorbell rang. I looked at Carmen, who seemed lost in thought. I turned and walked to the door. As I opened it, I heard Carmen say, "Wait!"

It was too late. I pulled the door open to reveal a tall, thin, attractive red-haired woman of around 35. She had high, lightly freckled cheekbones and brilliant green eyes. She wore a white summer dress with a floral print, which cut low across her modest but perky breasts. Her lips were pressed together and her fists were balled. Upon seeing me, here eyes widened and her arm mechanically sprung forward to point at me accusingly.

"You!" she shouted, her face nearly matching the colour of her hair. "It's you!"

Suddenly, Carmen appeared beside me, pushing me out of the way and facing the visitor.

"Michelle, please come in. We'll discuss this inside," she said, taking the redheaded woman's wrist and pulling her into the house.

As Carmen pulled her past me, she glared menacingly at me, her jaw clenched. I shut the door and followed the women.

"What is HE doing here?!" the woman demanded, shaking with rage.

"Michelle, please. Sit down, will you? Let me explain," soothed Carmen, leading Michelle to a stool in the kitchen.

"No I will not sit down! Explain to me this instant what this man is doing here!" shouted Michelle, pushing Carmen's hand away and pointing at me again.

"I asked him to come over so we could discuss this like adults."

"What is there to discuss?! This man took my innocent daughter's virginity and made a sex tape of his filthy orgy with her slut friends right here in this house! YOUR house!" cried Michelle, stamping her sandal-clad foot for emphasis.

"Wait... Amy is your daughter?" I said, rather unwisely.

Michelle's head snapped in my direction so quickly that her long red hair flew out around her head. She spun and charged at me screaming, her hands like claws reaching out to tear my eyes from their sockets. Fortunately Carmen acted quickly, swinging her arm around Michelle's waist and arresting her momentum. Michelle continued to swipe the air in front of her.

"You fucking bastard!!! I'll kill you!" she bellowed.

Carmen pulled her into an adjacent hallway as I prudently backed away, not wanting to be torn apart by this fiery woman. I heard a hurried and hushed discussion from another room down the hallway as Carmen attempted to calm Michelle down. I wiped my brow and leaned against the kitchen counter to collect myself.

It was obvious that Amy's mother Michelle had somehow seen our sex tape. I didn't have much time to consider how she had acquired it, however, as the doorbell rang again. I felt it wise to let Carmen answer it, but was also slightly worried that Michelle would take the opportunity to launch another attack at me. I stayed put and listened.

"Hi honey, come in," said Carmen.

"Are the other ladies here yet? I assume they got the same frantic call from Michelle. It's lucky I was in town this weekend."

I recognised the second voice. It was Emma's mother Gina. She was a tall, curvy brunette with curly hair, long eyelashes, and massive natural tits. I had not had sex with her at the mother-daughter threesome, but mostly used Emma to tease her. I had not seen her since our sexual encounter due to the fact that she lived out of town.

"Michelle is here. The others are likely on the way over. Why don't you go to the kitchen for a minute. Michelle is a bit hysterical and I'm trying to calm her down," Carmen said quietly.

"God... she's such a prude, isn't she?" I heard Gina say.

"Shhh! Go to the kitchen," hissed Carmen.

"Is Emma home?"

"No, she's out with the girls. I don't think any of them know about this yet. Now give me a minute and we'll talk."

I heard the clicking of high heels on the tile floor, before Gina appeared in the kitchen doorway. She wore tiny pink shorts, probably too young for her, although she was about the same age as Michelle and Carmen. A tight grey spaghetti strap tank top with an incredibly supportive push-up bra barely contained her enormous bosoms, which bulged over the scoop neck. She stopped when she saw me, then smiled widely, approaching the kitchen counter and putting her handbag on it.

"Well hello there handsome," she said in a sultry voice. "Now I know why Michelle is so worked up," she chuckled.

"I just got here. Look, I uh... I hope you're not upset about--" I started.

"Oh don't be silly. Carmen sent me the video early this week and I've been watching it constantly," Gina said, brushing her long curly hair over her shoulder. "You are quite the stud, aren't you? It's just a shame you didn't film everything."

She apparently had been told that I had put the camera in the bathroom, and not Carmen. I doubted she would have been ok with her friend secretly taping her daughter in the shower.

Gina approached me and pulled me against her, putting her hand on the front of my shorts to squeeze my member.

"So when do I get my turn to have this beautiful cock inside me, hmm?" Gina muttered in my ear.

I could feel the swell of her breasts against my chest as her hand gripped my cock through my shorts and stroked it firmly. I reached behind her and cupped her full ass cheeks.

"I would fuck you right here on this kitchen counter if there wasn't going to be an angry mother's convention in the next room," I joked.

"Mmmm, I'd like that," said Gina, leaning in to kiss me.

Just before her lips met mine, the doorbell rang. Gina sighed.

"That'll be the another angry mum. I'll get it," she said, releasing my hardening cock reluctantly and swaying her hips as she exited the room.

I waited, and listened.

"Sadira, Helen. It's been a while," I heard Gina say.

"Hi Gene. You look good," said a high voice.

"Thanks hon, you look amazing, as usual," Gina returned the compliment. "Come on in, the other two are in the lounge room."

"What's this all about? I missed Michelle's call and she sent me this frantic text. I just happened to be having tea in the area with Helen, so we stopped by. I hope it's not serious," said a soft voice with a mild middle-eastern accent.

"No, honey. It's a storm in a teacup if you ask me. But you know Michelle..." said Gina exasperatedly. "This way."

I heard the women enter and make their way to the lounge room through the front room. Carmen came down the hall and beckoned to me.

"You'd better be here for this. Don't worry, I'll protect you from Michelle," grinned Carmen.

I followed her down the hallway.

I entered a large room with a couple couches, a large television, and bay windows facing Carmen's back yard and pool area. Michelle was sitting in an armchair near the tv, and the two two ladies stood together near the adjacent leather couch, while Gina sat opposite Michelle on another armchair. The ladies were chattering excitedly as I approached, but all conversation came to a halt as I entered the room.

Michelle attempted to burn holes in my head with her eyes, then quickly looked away in anger, crossing her arms and legs. Gina smiled at me, stealing a glance at my crotch. The other two ladies stared openly at me. The one on the left was short and shapely with shoulder-length blonde hair and a fringe. She wore a tight sleeveless white top and a red wrap around skirt with flat sandals. Her face was round, with big red cheeks and blue eyes. Her breasts were gigantic, pulling her shirt material taught across her chest. She blinked rapidly at me, then smiled with a hint of lasciviousness in her eyes.

The woman on the right was brown-skinned, with black flowing hair just past her shoulders. She wore a loose off-the-shoulder light blue low neck dress which hung beautifully from her large, round tits. I guessed from their perfect symmetry, bulging curves, and high perky nature that they were surgically enhanced. She wore a belt around her curvy waist, and exposed a large amount of her long, lean brown legs, which led to her small, heel-clad feet. She seemed equally taken with my presence and smiled a smile identical to her companion.

"Oh, hello!" said the blonde. "Carmen, you didn't tell us you had a friend over," she added, not taking her eyes off me.

"He's my colleague, Helen--"

"He's a sleazy prick!" shouted Michelle.

The dark-haired woman looked annoyed. "Do you mind telling us what this is about, Michelle? Your message suggested it couldn't wait."

"I'll do better than that, Sadira--I'll show you!" barked Michelle, jumping from her chair and rummaging in her handbag.

She retrieved a small object and plugged it into the tv. She grabbed the remote and switched on the television, mashing the buttons.

"Oh for goodness sake! Make this thing work, Carmen!" she ordered, unable to get the display working.

Carmen looked annoyed, but finally obliged, taking the remote from Michelle and pressing a few buttons. The screen lit up with a shot of Carmen's empty bathroom.

"Skip ahead!" commanded Michelle.

Carmen pressed another button and the video skipped forward until quickly moving bodies were visible. She played the video, which showed Amy and Emma sitting on the edge of the tub, their legs spread. Holly and Aysha were kneeling in front of them, busying themselves with shaving the girls' pubic hair. I stood between the girls, my engorged cock stuffed into Amy's cheek as she sucked my knob eagerly.

A stunned silence pervaded the room. Everyone watched the video, not daring to even breathe. In the video, I popped my dick from Amy's mouth and swung it across to Emma's face, her hand gripping my long shaft as she took my cock between her lips, her cheeks sucking inward as she fellated me.

Michelle watched the scene, then turned challengingly to the others in the room, looking at them each in turn. I looked at Gina, whose hand obscured her mouth, attempting to conceal a naughty grin. She seemed to be enjoying Michelle's visible discomfort. Helen's eyebrows were raised, and Sadira's mouth was making an 'o' shape. I looked at Carmen and swore I could see her nipples harden under her t-shirt as she watched the erotic action.

"Well??!!" blurted Michelle, throwing her hands outward towards the women. "What are we going to do about this?!"

Gina spoke first. "'Chelle, I know it seems shocking, but our daughters are adults. They're going to explore their sexuality."

"Oh really? And you're ok with this?!" Michelle said quickly, pointing at the screen. "His penis is 'exploring' your little girl's mouth and you're barely batting an eye!"

"I realise no mother wants to see this sort of thing, but it's a reality," Carmen chimed in.

Michelle turned on Carmen.

"I see. So it's a 'reality' that you set up cameras in your bathroom to record unsuspecting teenagers?" she accused.

"I--" Carmen stared.

"No, it wasn't Carmen. It was me. I put it there when I was doing work here a couple weeks back. I was hoping to catch Carmen in the shower and stuff," I said. "I didn't know it was Emma's bathroom."

All heads turned towards me.

"So how come in the video you say "is this a good enough show for you, Carmen?", if she didn't know about it?" demanded Michelle.

"I was going to show her. She was pissing me off at work and I was going to show her the video to make her mad. I never did... I just said it in the heat of the moment."

I looked at Carmen.

"I'm sorry, Carmen. I hope you can forgive me," I said, hoping I sounded sincere.

"You're apologising to HER?!! You violated our daughters! You should be apologising to us!!!" Michelle shouted furiously. Her green eyes almost glowed with fury.

"Excuse me, but they're all adults, and they all consented. They knew about the camera. In fact, they practically forced themselves on me. You've obviously watched the video; do you see any indication that what they were doing was not completely voluntary? No! They loved it!" I said, getting rather heated myself.

At that very moment, Amy could be heard on the video clearly saying, "I... I want you in me."

This was too much for Michelle. Once again, she launched herself at me in a fit of rage, but Carmen had plenty of time to intercept her and push her back into the armchair.

"Calm down, Michelle! Act like a grown up for Christ sake," urged Carmen.

"Are you not angry? He put a hidden camera in your bathroom!" Michelle said, sounding exasperated.

"No, I'm not angry. We have an... interesting relationship." Carmen looked at me, appearing thankful that I took the blame for the camera.

"Wh--what about you two? You haven't said a word between you!" Michelle said, turning to Sadira and Helen.

Helen was still staring at the screen (the girls and I were walking out of the shot at this point), her fingers touching the side of her neck gently. Her nipples protruded through her tight white top. Sadira looked at me, her cheeks flushed.

"Well, they're not kids anymore, Michelle. I kind of agree with Carmen and Gina. Getting involved with this will just drive them away from us and make them more secretive," offered Sadira.

"Wha... I... but... Helen, what about you?" stammered Michelle.

Helen was still stroking her fingers along her neck.

"Helen!" cried Michelle.

"What?! Oh, I'm sorry hun, I was miles away. Frankly I don't see the problem. You can't shelter your daughter from her own sexuality. She should explore and discover what she likes. Holly and I are share these things with each other. I think it's healthy," finished Helen.

"So you knew about this?" said Michelle.

"Oh, heavens no. I mean, we don't tell each other EVERYTHING."

There was quiet as Michelle looked from one person to the next, incredulous.

"Ok... right. So you want your daughters to explore their sexuality. But what about this sex tape? I found it on Amy's computer. Who knows who else he's shared it with?! It could be all over the internet by now!"

"Michelle, I promise I have not shared this with anyone except for Emma. She must have given a copy to Amy. Trust me; I don't want this video getting out either," I said, trying to allay Michelle's fears.

She eyed me, assessing my sincerity. It appeared as though she believed me, as her face softened subtly. She brushed a lock of hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. She took a deep breath and calmly stood. She stepped towards me and I took a cautious step back. She put her hands up, indicating her benevolence, and approached me, addressing me directly, her piercing green eyes searching mine.

"I must admit, I am very surprised by these ladies' ambivalent attitude toward their daughters' sexual escapades. However, I suspect the girls' fathers would have a significantly different reaction."

She cocked an eyebrow menacingly. Sadira stood and walked up behind Michelle, putting her hand on Michelle's arm.

"Honey, none of us want that. I think we should keep this between us," she said.

"Yes, that would be for the best," echoed Carmen.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"No."

I looked to the direction of the voice. It came from Helen.

"No, I'm with Michelle. I think we should tell their fathers."

"Helen! No... it would destroy them. Not to mention that the girls would never speak to us again," said Sadira.

Even Michelle seemed surprised, yet she remained silent.

"Maybe, but perhaps Michelle is right. Something has to be done to prevent this happening again," said Helen calmly.

"No, please. I'll delete the video. I'll get the girls to delete it too. I'll--"

"--No, I'm afraid that's not good enough. The damage is done," she said, cutting me off.

"Helen--" Carmen began.

"--No, Carmen," retorted Helen, standing up and approaching me, taking a place next to Michelle. "He needs to be punished," she finished, grinning sadistically.

I began to understand what was unfolding. It was obvious that Helen cared little about the video, or her daughter's slutty behaviour. On the other hand, she knew that Michelle had a valid threat against me. She was intending to use this to her advantage.

She reached out and touched my chest with her open palm.

"So... what do you say to that, sweetie?" she asked me.

"Helen... I'm a reasonable man. Maybe we can reach some kind of arrangement," I hinted.

The women looked on curiously.

"Perhaps. Maybe you should take your shirt off while we negotiate the terms," Helen said, poking my left peck through my t-shirt.

Michelle gasped and Sadira raised her eyebrows. I heard Gina guffaw from her armchair to my right.

"Helen, what on earth...?" Michelle said.

"Oh darling, surely you're not that naive. We've got him right where we want him. It was you who made the threat. I think we should have a little fun with him while we decide his fate," replied Helen.

"I like it!" Gina said, crossing her long legs. "Go on then, take it off."

Helen put her hands on her hips and Sadira was smiling to herself, avoiding eye contact with Michelle who looked at her friends in bewilderment. I quickly pulled my t-shirt up over my head and dropped it at my feet, displaying my firm, toned, but not overly muscled torso. I took care of my body, and was proud to show it off.

"Wow. I like what I'm seeing," mused Helen, eyeing my body up and down.

"This is insane!" cried Michelle.

"Honey, what's the harm? Helen's right, we've got him. What's wrong with having a little fun," said Sadira, twirling a lock of her long, dark hair around her finger.

"Sadi! For god's sake, you're married!" Michelle said, alarmed.

"As are you! Don't try to tell me you're not thinking what we're thinking. You've seen the video. You're not curious? Don't you want to take a peek at his--"

"Sadi!" repeated Michelle, blushing furiously.

Helen joined the conversation. "Your daughter is an adult. She's going to choose for herself, and if you can't cope with that then it's going to be very hard for you to be her mother. The rest of us agree that we keep this between us. Are you going to go against the wishes of your friends?"

Michelle was about to speak, but stopped herself, her finger raised in mid-air.

"I know you, 'Chelle. I know this must be difficult for you, but you have to let go," Carmen said, approaching Michelle and touching her shoulder gently. "Now why don't you sit down for a bit," she continued, leading Michelle to the couch. "Here's a young, fit, handsome man, and you can ask him to do whatever you like. And he'll do as he's told, or we'll support you in your decision to tell the girls' fathers. No one's telling you to DO anything, honey. All you have to do is sit back and enjoy the show. I think we can all live with that, can't we?"

Her last question was rhetorical. Helen and Sadira sat next to Michelle, and Carmen sat in the armchair.

"So, what do you want him to do?" asked Carmen.

All eyes were on Michelle. She fidgeted with her hands, looking at her friends. She finally looked at me searchingly. I gave her a small, friendly smile. She seemed to relax.

"Ah.... right. I'd like you to, um... if you could please... just--... take your shorts off," she said, awkwardly. Her rosy cheeks nearly matched her fiery red hair.

The women tittered with delight and watched me intently. I grinned and unfastened my shorts, letting them fall to the floor. Underneath I wore a tight pair of boxer-briefs. My flaccid manhood stood out prominently, its length running down the left side of my thigh, nearly poking out from underneath my boxers. I put my hands on my hips and waited.

Michelle saw the bulge of my manhood and blinked rapidly, shifting in her seat. Helen was smiling widely.

"Come closer, honey," she beckoned.

I stood in front of her at the couch as she leaned forward. She reached her finger out and traced the length of my meat, right to the tip. I felt a tingling sensation in my groin as the blood began to rush into my penis. Wordlessly, Sadira imitated Helen's gesture, and I felt another surge in my groin.

"Sadi!" said Michelle in a harsh clandestine whisper.

Sadira continued to stare at my thickening bulge, her fingertip circling my barely concealed dick head. Helen looked at Michelle, then put her hands on my thighs, moving me over so I was standing directly in front of Michelle.

"Go ahead, honey. Touch it," offered Helen.

"Helen! I'm a married woman!"

"And so is Sadi, but she didn't hold back! Come on, be a sport. It's just for fun. We promise not to tell David."

Michelle looked at Helen, then to my groin. Her hand tentatively reached up and paused centimeters from my bulge. Very slowly, she traced her fingertips along my length. As she did so, my erection grew, causing the tip of my cock head to poke out from under my boxers. When Michelle's fingers touched it, she flinched, pulling her hand back.

"Oh! So he's come out to play, has he?" giggled Helen.

Michelle looked shocked as my full dick head emerged like a turtle coming out of its shell.

"Hey, I can't see!" complained Gina.

"Step back, darling, so we can all watch you," ordered Helen.

I did so, as Carmen and Gina moved their chairs around so they were in better viewing position.

"Why don't you dance for us," suggested Sadi, linking her fingers at the top of her shin, her eyes burning with desire.

"Dance? Really?" I said, stalling.

"Yes, do it," Helen said.

I felt awkward and embarrassed, but had no choice. I began to rotate my hips and twist my torso, holding my arms aloft to give the ladies a clear view of my toned body. I felt ridiculous, but decided to play along. I turned around and waved my firm ass back and forth in front of the attentive audience.

"Ooou yes, baby! Shake it!" chirped Gina, laughing loudly.

I turned back around and observed the women. Aside from the mirthful Gina, Helen and Sadira looked like schoolgirls sneaking a peek into the boys' locker room. They leaned against each other and giggled softly as Helen pointed to my exposed cock head and Sadi bashfully put her fingers over her mouth. Michelle was still blushing hard, and seemed to be resisting the urge to smirk as she looked alternately between my face and my groin, her eyes trailing along my hard body in between. Carmen sat back in her chair, bemused. The elbow of her right arm sat on the arm rest, and she had placed her index finger on her cheekbone, casually biting the nail of her middle finger as she watched me.

I swayed and grinded my way over to Michelle, thrusting my groin in her face. She cried out and leaned back in mock repulsion, turning her head to the side (but keeping her eyes on my dick) and pushing her hand against my washboard abs.

"Get away! Go stick that thing somewhere else!" she shrieked.

But her hand lingered on my stomach, even sliding a few centimeters down toward my waistband.

"Yeah, bring it over here you sexy man," Helen said, grabbing my hand and pulling me across to her.

She put her hands on my stomach and slid her fingers down to my waistband, attempting to pull my boxers down. I pushed her hands away and stepped back quickly.

"Ah-ah-ah, not so fast Helen," I chastised her.

"We can already see your knob sticking out, let's just get this over with," she retorted, gesturing at my cock.

"Alright. But you can't use your hands; you have to use your mouth," I insisted.

"Fine by me, sweetie," agreed Helen, putting her hands behind her and leaning forward, her breasts stretching her top tight.

Sadira giggled and played with her hair.

"Oh Helen, you're lucky you're divorced," Sadira said, looking enviously at her friend's eager face.

"I believe everyone has agreed that what happens in this room stays in this room, yes? What your partners don't know won't hurt them," said Carmen.

"That's easy for you to say; you're single!" retorted Michelle.

"Honey, when was the last time David did something like this for you? I mean, I love Vincent, but he definitely doesn't look like this young handsome boy. No one's judging us. I think we should... indulge a little bit," added Sadira, obviously taking Carmen's suggestion and running with it.

"Well said, Sadi. Now get over here, you!" ordered Helen.

I walked slowly up to Helen and stuck my pelvis out, my hands behind my head. She smiled up at me lasciviously and placed several small, soft kisses along my shaft leading up towards my waistband. Once there, she took it carefully in her teeth and began to pull it down. I felt my dick harden further as Helen exposed the base of my thick shaft. She pulled down steadily, my boxers slipping down my hips as my cock strained against the cotton like a loaded spring.

As my cock became more and more exposed, the women watched in eager anticipation for my full unveiling. they did not have to wait long. As Helen pulled my boxers down past the point of no return, my cock sprang free from the elastic waistband, smacking Helen's forehead and flicking her fringe in the air. She cried out and laughed as she leaned back into her seat as my heavy meat bobbed in front of the women. I put my hands on my hips and watched them as they all stared unabashedly at my huge semi-erect manhood.

"Oh my god, it's so BIG!" exclaimed Sadira, her hand over her ample chest.

"It's wonderful!" cooed Helen, still giggling as her eyes followed my bouncing dick head.

"It's... magnificent," added Michelle in spite of herself, staring wide-eyed at my cock, her mouth slightly open.

Gina laughed and winked at me. Carmen remained composed, hardly moving; but her eyes were locked on my penis.

"Well don't stop there, keep dancing for us!" said Helen.

I laughed and continued my awkward strip tease for the hungry women, rotating my hips and letting my horse-cock slap against my thighs. I pulled my boxers completely off, tossing them to Carmen with my foot. They landed on her lap and she casually brushed them to the floor, giving me a subtle grin. I danced in front of each of the women in turn, enjoying their lusty expressions and loud encouragement.

"Wooo, yeah baby! Swing that cock!" squealed Sadira as I gyrated in front of her.

Michelle turned her face to the side as I waved my dick about, but she watched out of the corner of her eye, her hands held out defensively in case I got too close.

"Ok ladies, time to have some real fun. Who's going to touch it first?" asked Gina.

"Oooh, can I? Please?" Sadi said, raising her hand as if answering a question at school.

I stood in front of her, my cock swaying between us. She looked at me coyly, then reached tentatively for my semi-engorged member. My perspective allowed me a lovely view down the front of her dress, and I noted that her tit-job precluded the need for a bra. The neckline of her dress draped softly over the tops of her breasts but I could see between them, and admired their perkiness.

I felt Sadi's hand wrap around my girth, and she held it to the side, admiring its size. She inhaled deeply and I saw her nipples harden against her dress.

"Oh my god! It's so thick!" she exclaimed, squeezing it gently.

She stroked her small hand up my length until it reached the tip, then pulled my foreskin back as she stroked back down. Her eyes were wide with wonder. I felt a hand on my thigh and noticed that Helen was reaching for my balls. She cupped them and rolled them in her palm as her other hand gripped my buttock.

"He's got some nice big balls to go with that huge cock, too," Helen said cheerfully, "and they're freshly shaved, from the feel of it. Very soft," she finished, rolling my nuts between her fingers and caressing my shorn scrotum.

Sadi slowly stroked my shaft again and I felt blood surge into my member as I enjoyed the sensation of Helen's soft hands on my nuts.

"Oh! I can feel it getting harder!" Sadi said excitedly.

"Let me try!" Helen said, removing her hand from my ass and taking a firm grip on my column just below my dick head.

She forced her hand down, pushing Sadi's hand off my cock as she stroked me. Sadi reached back to fondle my ass as her hand replaced Helen's on my nut sack. Helen wrapped her other hand around my dick so both fists gripped my penis. A couple inches emerged from her top hand.

"Fuck that's a big cock!" she exclaimed, seeming genuinely surprised.

She squeezed my shaft hard and I moaned as I became harder, my cock head swelling under the pressure. I moaned again.

"You like that, don't you?" said Helen, beginning a slow, firm stroking motion up and down my long meat stick.

"Oh yeah, Helen, that feels really good," I replied.

"Don't use my first name, it's impolite. Call me Mrs. Thompson," she responded sternly.

"Yes Mrs. Thompson," I said obligingly.

She smiled at me with superiority, then looked back to my cock as she continued to stroke it. Sadi giggled as she cupped my balls.

"And you can call me Mrs. Kashani," she said, looking up at me with her dark brown eyes as she batted her long eyelashes.

"Ooou, I like this game," Gina said, joining the conversation. "I'm Mrs. Miller," she added, standing and offering me her hand.

I took it and bent down, kissing it. "It's a pleasure, Mrs. Miller."

"Miss Beaumont, perhaps you should introduce our shy Irish friend," Gina said to Carmen.

Carmen stood and sat on the arm of the couch next to Michelle.

"You don't want to be rude to our guest, do you? Introduce yourself," said Carmen.

Michelle looked up at me, blushing, then looked back to my cock, which Helen was still firmly stroking.

"This is absurd," she said dismissively, shaking her head and averting her gaze.

"You'll have to forgive Mrs. Ryan. She's a bit of a prude," Gina offered.

"Shut up, Gina!" barked Michelle angrily.

"Ok hun, don't get upset. I'm just trying to have some fun."

"Look, if you're uncomfortable you don't have to stay, ok Michelle? No pressure," added Carmen, rubbing Michelle's shoulders soothingly.

Michelle frowned and remained silent, but made no motion to leave. I groaned involuntarily as I continued to enjoy the handjob I was receiving from Helen.

"Hey, let's give someone else a turn, yeah?" said Gina, pulling me back by my shoulders.

I grunted in pain as Helen initially refused to release my cock, but she eventually relented, letting my now rock hard penis slip from her hands.

"Don't rip it off, sweetie," chastised Gina, approaching me and putting her arm around my waist.

With her other hand she carefully cradled my cock, making sure it was not injured. Satisfied, she closed her fingers around it and stroked it.

"Mmmm, you really got him nice and hard, Helen," she noted. "Did Mrs. Thompson make your dick feel good?"

"Yes, Mrs. Miller, Mrs. Thompson knows how to jerk a cock," I responded, happy to play the part.

"Mmmm, that's right, honey. Me and my horny milf friends know how to do a lot more than that, too. Do you want us to show you?" Gina asked.

"Oh yes, Mrs. Miller. I'd like that very much."

"Well too bad. You'll have to do better than just whip out your cock and get us to pleasure you," retorted Gina, roughly tossing my dick from her grip and stepping back, crossing her arms under her huge tits, causing them to bulge over her neckline.

"Uh, what?" I said stupidly, disappointed that the handjob had stopped.

"Masturbate for us. Stroke your cock," ordered Gina, taking charge.

It was obvious to me that she was getting her revenge for when I fucked her daughter in front of her several weeks back.

"Yes Mrs. Miller," I replied, wrapping my hand around my girth and jerking my penis at a steady pace.

"Be a good boy and step closer. I want everyone to have a good view of you masturbating your big cock in front of our group of clothed mature women," said Helen.

"Yes Mrs. Thompson. Is this close enough?" I said, stepping within a meter of the semi-circle of women.

"That's wonderful, honey. Now give that beautiful cock a good wank," said Sadira, rifling blindly through her handbag, searching for something.

She found it and brought it out. It was her mobile phone. She touched the screen a few times, then aimed it at me.

"For posterity, darling," she smirked.

"Wait a minute--" I began to protest.

"Be quiet and stroke your cock. I won't ask you again," said Gina sternly.

I had no choice but to obey.

I surveyed the attractive 30-somethings seated in front of me, avidly watching the impromptu strip show. Carmen sat on the couch arm on my left, her arm behind Michelle resting on her shoulder, her other arm laying across her lap. She watched me with interest, but her expression did not give much away, as usual. She had seen me naked many times, but had not succumbed to my advances. She was my boss, after all. I wondered, as I stared at her hard nipples poking out from her t-shirt, whether this time would be different--whether she would let me touch her, taste her, fuck her.

I looked next to Michelle, who looked as though she was struggling with the situation, her expression alternating between pained guilt, innocent wonder, haughty indifference, and suppressed lust. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were sometimes averted, at other times sneaking quick glances at my face, or simply staring unflinchingly and wide-eyed at my cock. I smiled at her discomfort, and hoped the influence of her slutty friends would sway her opinion of me.

Helen was the least abashed of the group. She grinned widely and squirmed in her seat, rubbing her palms on the tops of her thighs. She made the most eye contact with me, winking and licking, or pouting her lips, trying to turn me on even more. She would occasionally push her arms together, forcing her breasts to bulge under her sleeveless top. Her erect nipples indicated that she was excited, and I imagined her pussy getting moist.

Sadira sat leaning forward with her hand under her chin, her other hand holding her phone, panning it up and down my body, but mostly focusing on my engorged cock. The neckline of her dress drooped low and gave me a fantastic view at her breasts, although her nipples remained hidden from view. She was fixated on my stroking hand and my throbbing cock, and seemed as though she was having a staring contest with my one-eyed monster.

Finally, Gina sat on my right on the other arm of the couch. She leaned back slightly with her hands behind her, supporting her. Her huge tits stretched the shit out of her grey tank top, and I could see the tops of her bra cups peeking out from underneath. She dangled her high heeled sandal from her toes as she looked me up and down, seemingly contemplating which part of my body she would like to lick first.

I stood in front of these beautiful women, stark naked, masturbating my turgid cock, imagining what they looked like with their clothes off, remembering my orgy with their daughters, becoming more and more aroused.

"Oooh, look! I see some pre-cum leaking out!" squealed Sadi, pointing at my cock head.

Helen quickly leaned forward and swiped her finger on the tip of my cock, taking the bead of pre-cum and sucking it into her mouth, savouring the taste.

"Mmmm, he tastes wonderful," she commented, licking her lips.

"Are you going to jerk me off again, ladies? I feel like I'm going to cum soon," I said, feeling my excitement build.

"No, I don't think so. We want to see you make yourself cum. Why don't you stand here," Carmen gestured to a spot next to her. "Gina, Helen, pull that coffee table over here, will you?"

The women stood and pulled a nearby glass coffee table across until it was in front of the couch. I stood at the end of the long table closest to Carmen, and she had me face sideways, my cock pointing the length of the table.
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