Group Sex Emma's Pool Party

"Thanks babe. Now, sweetheart," continued Carmen, addressing me. "When you cum, ejaculate on this table. I think we're all curious to see how much sperm you can produce."

"But, can't you, um, at least help?" I said hopefully.

"No. This is a punishment, remember?" Helen said sternly. She was, however, unable to hide the excitement in her eyes.

"Just cum for us, honey. I want to see you shoot your sticky white jizz all over this table," Sadira added, patting the table top with the fingers of her free hand.

"Ok, ok... aaah... it won't be long..." I groaned, reaching down to cup my balls and stroke my cock faster.

"Oooh, look at him go, ladies! Wank that cock!" encouraged Helen, laughing.

"Yes baby, spunk for us!" added Gina.

"I'm... I'm getting closer," I muttered, feeling a tingling sensation in my nut sack.

All five ladies now leaned forward almost in unison, eager to have a close view of my impending ejaculation.

"Yes, blow your load. Give us your cum!" said Sadira enthusiastically.

Finally, I reached my climax.

My hips thrust forward as my hand stroked back, squeezing my cock just below my glans. I groaned and squeezed my balls as I felt them twitch, and I felt a rush of fluid travel the length of my hard cock. My cock was aimed upward at a 45 degree angle, and my first blast of hot semen erupted violently, shooting a thick stringy wad of jizz high into the air. It sailed as if in slow motion over the clean surface of the coffee table, losing its battle with gravity along the way. Ten pairs of eyes followed its trajectory across their field of vision. I heard several loud gasps and a couple cries of surprise and delight as my cum projectile flew before the women, finally splashing down on the glass with an audible 'splat'. The voluminous load splattered across the table's surface, leaving a sticky trail behind it, bordered by smaller droplets of cum. No sooner had my first shot landed, than another one was spurting from my tip.

I did not even need to stroke my dick as the next shot lept from my cock, squirting across the table like a bottle of mayonnaise. It spattered next to my first ejaculation, leaving another white stripe nearly the entire length of the table surface. I heard more gasps and surprised cries.

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Helen.

I sighed loudly and jerked my cock, coaxing another load from my heavy balls, aiming my dick parallel to the floor. The rope of semen left another strip of sticky goo on Carmen's living room furniture.

"Wow! Look at that cum fly!" squealed Sadi, her mouth wide with wonder.

"Uuuggghhh!"

I stroked myself again, unleashing more jizz--this one a long, thick string that landed near the left side table edge nearest the women, sliding a bit on the smooth glass surface, carried by its velocity.

"Oh fuck! That one nearly got away!" giggled Gina, pointing to the curved line of white goo.

Another stroke of my rod caused another spurt of sperm. It still had volume, as well as momentum. It splashed down in the centre of the table as I moaned, stealing a glance at the milfs to my left. Carmen had a smug grin on her face, yet I detected a hint of arousal. Perhaps she was recalling the time I unexpectedly came on her face and tits in her office not long ago*. At any rate, her nipples were still as hard as diamonds, and poked prominently from her t-shirt. Her breasts were enough to cause another spasm in my balls, which released another wad into the living room air, making its suicidal drop to the cum-dappled table below. *see __

"My goodness!" said Michelle in a breathy voice.

She looked shocked and partly repulsed by my ejaculation. Indeed, the volume I was producing was significant--the gooey mess displayed liberally on the coffee table for all to see. Her right hand hovered in front of her mouth as if she might be sick, but I noticed she had uncrossed her legs, and her other hand was lost in the folds of her dress near her crotch. Was she touching herself?

"Look, he's still cumming!" cried Helen, pointing at my cock as another spurt shot from my urethra.

Helen and Sadira giggled like schoolgirls, delighted by my ejaculatory display. They leaned against each other, holding hands and flinching reflexively as each rope of cum was launched from my dick, squealing with mirth. Sadira seemed to be having trouble capturing the action on her phone camera, attempting to follow the cum shots as they flew through the air. As the women jumped in surprise, their breasts bounced in response, enhancing the pleasure of my orgasm and encouraging my seminal bombardment.

"Oh yes honey, give us every drop of your hot cum!" cried Gina.

Gina was now straddling the arm of the couch, her feet on the floor and her hands planted in front of her, gripping the edge of the arm. She seemed to be grinding her crotch against the couch as she watched me, her eyes half closed, her mouth open as if hoping to catch some of my sticky offering. She had sandwiched her breasts between her arms, causing them to bulge insanely outward to the extent that nearly half her bra was showing. I even noticed the slight change in skin tone near one of the hot pink bra cups, indicating the edge of her right areola. I stroked my cock again, enjoying the prospect of Gina's enormous tits bursting free of her top.

I had one shot left in me, which came out thick, but with little momentum, so that it dropped near the close edge of the coffee table. I moaned as I gave my cock a few more slow strokes, then pinched the tip, squeezing out a thick gob over my fingers as I moaned. I looked down at the sticky mess on Carmen's glass coffee table. I had given it a generous coating of my sperm, giving it the impression of a semi-translucent Jackson Pollock painting. Even I was impressed by the volume of my seed streaked liberally over the surface.

"Now THAT is a cumshot!" declared Helen, breaking the silence.

I released my cock, letting it sway between my legs as it slowly became flaccid, and put my hands on my hips, exhaling deeply.

"You must have saved up for weeks, darling!" said Sadira, gazing at me with a cheeky smile, still filming me.

"Michelle, you've been rather quiet. What do you think?" asked Carmen.

Michelle blinked rapidly, here eyes surveying the white gooey mess on the table top.

"There's so much cum..." she said softly. "I've never seen anything like it."

Michelle then reached forward and extended her index finger, tracing it through a few thick strands with childlike interest. Helen and Sadi immediately followed suit--Sadi finally putting her phone back in her handbag--and participating in the cumshot finger painting. Gina was surprisingly silent during the aftermath of my orgasm. She was still riding the arm of the couch, her tits on the verge of popping out of her bra.

"God, I'm so fucking horny right now. That was so hot watching you cum for us, baby," she said, standing.

She knelt beside the table and pulled her hair over her shoulder so it would not drag through my jizz. She used her index finger to wipe a large gob from the table top and brought it to her mouth.

"No, Gina. Don't give him the satisfaction," commanded Carmen.

She reached behind her and retrieved a box of tissues.

"Ladies, clean your fingers, then join me in the back yard. I fancy a dip. You can borrow swimwear if you like. It's up in my room; I'll show you. You, sir, have some cleanup to do. I want you to make this table look as good as new. There's some cleaner and some paper towel in the kitchen.

"Oh," she added, putting her hand on my cheeks and turning my head to look into her gorgeous auburn eyes. "And don't even think about putting those clothes back on."

The women looked disappointed, but complied with Carmen's request, each taking a few tissues and wiping their fingers clean. As Carmen led them from the room, they each looked at me--Michelle seemed a bit embarrassed, and Helen and Sadira ogled my body and smiled naughtily at me. Gina strayed behind slightly, waiting until the other women had left the room, then crouched down and took another wad of cum on her finger. She stood directly in front of me and looked me straight in the eye, then slowly put her finger in her mouth, sucking my spunk clean off, then licking her lips.

"I hope there's more where that came from," she said softly in my ear as her fingers gently stroked my hanging cock.

She winked, then left the room to follow the other women.

I sighed deeply, then made my exit to the kitchen to get what I needed to clean up.

"All done, are we?" said Carmen, poking her head into the living room.

I was sitting on the couch stark naked with my phone waiting for the women to come downstairs. I could hear the other ladies chattering as they made their way to the back yard.

"Does this meet your standards, Miss Beaumont?" I said sarcastically, gesturing at the clean coffee table.

Carmen entered the room, still wearing her white t-shirt and jean shorts. She inspected the table, seeming satisfied.

"That will do. Why don't you join us outside? Get some chilled wine from the fridge and some glasses. You may have a beer, if you like." With that, she sauntered out to the back, swaying her womanly hips enticingly.

I slid the screen door open and emerged into the warm, sunny, summer air, carrying the wine, beer, and glasses on a tray. I placed it on the patio table and began pouring. I carried the wine to the women, and was pleased with their change in garments.

Gina reclined on a lounger and was wearing Carmen's black bikini, which fit her quite well as she had a similar body shape: curvy and busty.

"Thank you slave boy," she joked, taking the wine.

I admired her tanned body and bulging breasts before offering Carmen a glass. She took it wordlessly and sat in a nearby lounger, rolling the bottom of her t-shirt up to expose her tummy to the sun. Her breasts tugged at the material as she reclined, still free from any support.

I turned to the other two occupied loungers, where Sadi and Helen reclined. Sadira wore a small white bikini which contrasted wonderfully with her caramel coloured skin. Her large fake tits sat high and proud on her chest, and her lush, black hair cascaded dramatically over her shoulder. Her body was lean, with a flat stomach and toned legs, but her hips had a womanly curve, and I could only imagine how sweet her arse must be, if it was anything like her daughter's. She smiled widely at me as I handed her the glass, sitting up to receive it in order to either show off her bust, or get a closer look at my penis. Either way, it was difficult to tell, as her large sunglasses obscured her eyes.

Finally, Helen wore a pink two-piece, the top a strapless band of material gathered in the centre. It was almost comical how ill-fitting it was over her enormous bust. Her breasts were squashed together, creating beautiful cleavage, and the bottoms of her tits burst out from underneath the top, unable to be contained. Her top offered hardly more coverage than a strip of duct tape wrapped around her upper torso, and I got a good, long look as I leaned over to hand Helen her drink.

"Thanks honey. Do you like my bikini?" she asked, looking down at her bulging bosom and leaning on her elbows to puff out her chest.

I thought the bikini top would snap like an elastic band, and was mildly concerned that either it, or Helen's tits exploding outward, would damage my eyesight. Her bountiful mammaries bulged around the confines of the narrow bikini, and I felt a tingling in my loins.

"It's very... impressive, Mrs. Thompson," I replied, unable to look away from her bulging orbs.

Satisfied, she reclined again and took a sip of her wine, giving me a cheeky grin.

After serving the women their drinks, I took my beer off the table and stood awkwardly by, unsure of what was expected of me.

"Well don't just stand there. Pull up a lounger," suggested Carmen.

"But, where's Miche--erm, Mrs. Ryan?" I asked, looking around.

"She's getting changed. Please, take a seat," Carmen said, pointing at an empty lounger.

I dragged one over between Sadi and Helen and reclined, my limp cock rolling on my thigh. I took a long draught of my beer.

"So how do you feel being our slave boy for the day?" Gina asked me, adjusting the small black triangles of material covering her magnificent rack.

"Well, it's a little frustrating, to be honest. I'm surrounded by very sexy women in extremely revealing clothing who just had me masturbate to orgasm while they watched. It's a tease, to say the least."

"Ha!" laughed Gina, "You loved it!"

"Yeah... it was kind of embarrassing, but fun at the same time. I came really hard thinking about you all watching me jerk off," I admitted.

"I think you probably got most of us moist too, honey," said Sadi, reaching over to touch my arm. "It really was a spectacular thing to see."

"Oh definitely! I'm still wet, actually. That beautiful cock of yours can shoot an awful lot of cum," added Helen, giggling.

"See? This is what I mean: now you're talking about your moist pussies! It's torture!" I cried as I felt my member twinge with excitement.

"Yes, I bet you're itching to have your cock inside a hot, tight, wet pussy right now, aren't you?" taunted Carmen, pulling her jean shorts down over her legs to reveal a tiny white thong.

"If it would even fit," Sadi quipped, looking over the tops of her sunglasses at my dick as if making an assessment.

"Ok, now you're just being mean," I said, taking another sip of my beer.

"Oh slave!" called Gina in a singsong voice. "Go inside and get my tanning oil from my handbag in the kitchen. Chop chop!" She mockingly clapped her hands.

I sighed. "Yes Mrs. Miller."

I set my beer down and made my way into Carmen's house. I quickly located the coconut-scented tanning oil in Gina's handbag, and was about to return outside when I heard a voice.

"Wait a moment. I'd like to speak with you."

I turned around and saw Michelle in the kitchen doorway. She wore green string bikini bottoms tied in loose bows low on her hips, and a small plaid cowboy-style shirt tied underneath her breasts. The buttons were not fastened, and the soft curves of her peach-like breasts were visible above the knot of the shirt. Once again, I felt a familiar feeling of arousal in my loins.

"Um, sure Michelle," I said uneasily, nervous about whether she was going to try to attack me again.

She swayed her hips as she approached me and tossed her long red mane dramatically over her shoulder, her strappy heeled sandals clicking on the tile floor.

"I believe you were asked to call me Mrs. Ryan," she reminded me, standing an arm's length away with her hands on her sexy hips, seeming to enjoy my discomfort.

"Erm, yes... I'm sorry Mrs. Ryan."

"That's better. Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions, and you're going to answer me truthfully. I'm going to speak to my daughter about this later, so don't try to lie or mislead me."

"Um, I don't think that's--"

"--I don't care what you think. Just answer me honestly; you owe me that, at least."

"Yes ma'am," I replied.

"When you had sex with my daughter, did you use protection?" she asked quietly and coldly.

"Uh, no Mrs. Ryan. But I'm clean. And I didn't, erm..." I said quickly.

"Yes? Continue," she urged.

"I didn't cum inside her."

Michelle assessed me silently.

Appearing satisfied, she said, "Ok, good. Did you coerce her to do anything she was reluctant to do?"

"No! Of course not! I have the utmost respect for women, Mrs. Ryan. I would never try to make anyone do something they didn't want to do. I told you, the girls practically threw themselves at me," I responded confidently.

"Did you have anal sex with her?"

"No, I didn't. Even though... No," I finished, stopping myself.

"'Even though...'? Even though what?" said Michelle insistently.

"Well... Amy... wanted to try it. I was having anal sex with the other girls and Amy felt left out, so she asked me to put it in her... bottom. But I didn't. I knew it would hurt her,"

Michelle scrutinised me carefully, looking for a falsehood. Finding none, she raised her hand and placed it on my chest, as if touching me would allow her to better discern my truthfulness.

"This is my daughter, we're talking about. My innocent, naive, sexually inexperienced daughter. Are you trying to tell me that she asked you to fuck her in the ass?" Michelle's tone was acidic and threatening.

"Yes, I swear to god I'm telling the truth. You said you were going to talk to her about it--ask her yourself."

Michelle held my gaze with her deep, green, piercing eyes. A long pause ensued, neither of us blinking. I felt the warmth of her hand on my chest and my cock stirred. Finally, she spoke.

"What else did you do with her?"

"Mrs. Ryan, are you sure--"

"-Yes, I'm sure. I want to know. Tell me what else you did with my daughter."

"Ok... I, um, I gave her oral sex..."

"You mean you ate her pussy," she said, matter-of-factly.

"Yes... I ate her pussy. And she sucked my cock, as you saw in the video," I said, seeing that she wished me to be explicit. "Then we had sex in Carmen's bed while the other girls watched," I finished.

"Did you make her cum?" asked Michelle.

"Yes. I made her cum several times."

"And did she make you cum?"

Michelle's high heels meant that she was nearly my height, and her eyes looked directly into mine, burning with an internal green fire.

"Yes."

"You said you didn't cum inside her. Did you cum in her mouth? On her face? On her body?" Michelle stepped closer and I vaguely felt her nails on my chest.

"The first time I came on her face," I said.

"You filthy prick. You sprayed all that cum on my daughter's face? She must have been drowning in it," Michelle commented, sounding appalled, but curious.

"No, I mean, I came on all their faces. They each got some of my spunk," I clarified.

"Oh? And the second time?" asked Michelle, faintly raising her eyebrows.

"I fucked Amy from behind and came on her back and all over her cute little ass," I said, getting carried away.

Michelle opened her mouth as if in surprise, but I noticed her eyes were half shut and realised that she was becoming aroused. Her nails pushed firmly against my skin and her cheeks were flushed and rosy.

At that moment I felt the tip of my cock touch something soft and warm. Michelle and I both looked down in surprise and saw that my penis had become erect and was now touching the inside of her thigh, just below her bikini-clad mound.

We both froze, staring at my thick cock as it pushed gently against the soft, pale skin of her inner thigh. We looked back at each other, and I felt a strong, overwhelming urge to pull her into me and kiss her deeply. Her hand slid up my chest to my neck and she leaned in, tilting her head slightly, her lips parted, her eyes closed.

"Where's my fucking tanning oil you big-dicked slave boy?!" shouted a jarring voice from outside.

Michelle and I both jumped, and she stepped backwards, pulling her hand to her chest as if she had touched a hot stove. She looked as hot as ever, her flowing red hair slightly covering her face, her cheeks and chest blushing, her legs very slightly crossed at the thighs, concealing her no doubt tingling pussy.

She looked at my bobbing cock, then at my face, composing herself.

"After you, "slave boy"," she said, smiling.

"But Mich--Mrs. Ryan, don't you want to--"

"--After you," she cut me off, pointing at the sliding door, still smirking.

I sighed exasperatedly and made my way back outside with the tanning oil, not caring about my obvious erection.

"What took you so long? We've been wait-- oh!" exclaimed Gina as my boner bounced into her field of vision.

"And what have you two been doing?" asked Helen, noticing Michelle stepping out behind me. She sounded extremely jealous and annoyed.

"I've been teasing him, just as you've all been doing. That's what he's here for, isn't it? So we can tease him and he can entertain us?" Michelle said, sweeping past me to the lounger I had previously been occupying, giving me a tap on the bottom as she passed.

She put on some sunglasses she'd picked up inside and reclined. She was being very careful to keep her legs crossed, and I suspected she may have made a wet spot on her bikini bottoms.

"I'm glad you've come to see it our way, Michelle," smiled Gina. "Now get over here with that oil you little pervert."

I walked over to Gina's lounger, the eyes of all the women glued on my large, bobbing erection. Gina's lounger was partially reclined, so that her head was just above my groin level.

"Straddle me," she said.

I stepped across her middle and stood above her, my big dick pointing directly at her face.

"Good. Now pour some oil on your cock so that it drips onto my tits," she continued, shuffling her position and settling into the lounger.

Her massive breasts rolled on her chest, barely contained by her black bikini. Her hands were on the arm rests of the lounger. I opened the cap and pushed the base of my cock down so that my penis was angled at Gina's breasts. I squired the tanning oil onto my shaft and watched it slide down over my dick head, then drip the aromatic oily liquid down directly between the marvelous orbs below me. Gina tipped her torso back and forth, watching the thin strings of oil drip over the bikini material and down the soft flesh of her bosom.

"Mmmm, that's it. Now I want you to rub it in."

I put the bottle down on a nearby table and reached out eagerly with my hands. Gina slapped them away.

"No, honey, not with your hands--with your cock," she said patronisingly, pointing at my dripping member.

She settled back and put her arms at her sides, pushing her chest out. I shrugged and bent my knees, lowering myself to her bust and gripping the base of my hard cock. I began by gently rubbing my cock head in small circles on the insides of her huge tits, dragging it between her mounds and pushing it into her soft pillowy flesh. She smiled at me and watched my dick's progress over her greasy tits, distributing the oil. Her nipples stood out from her bikini cups, and I rubbed them each in turn with the tip of my penis. Gina moaned her approval.

"Ohhh that's nice. You're doing a very good job, baby," she encouraged.

I was getting a great deal of pleasure from rubbing my dick head all over Gina's enormous, oily, breasts. My cock throbbed in my hand, and Gina's nipples tickled the underside of my penis. The other women watched avidly, but I hardly noticed, focusing instead on Gina's warm bosom. After a few minutes, I decided to be bold. Moving quickly, I pushed my cock against the inside of Gina's right breast, then slid it under her bikini top, pushing the cup sideways and exposing her tit. The tight string and cup material disappeared under her melon as her boob came into full view.

"Oh you cheeky fucker! Look what the little prick did! He just popped my titty out of my bikini with his cock!" giggled Gina, making no effort to cover the large exposed breast.

I rubbed my dick head in circles around her areola and smacked it across her hard nipple.

"Mmmm fuck yeah," hummed Gina. "Do the other one."

I repeated my actions on her left breast, slipping her bikini off and teasing her nipple. Her tits were now liberally covered with the tanning oil. A thick drop of pre-cum leaked out of my cock and stuck to her nipple. Gina laughed and reached her hands up to cup her tits, pushing them up to her face.

"You must be itching to get that cock wet," Gina said, licking my pre-cum from her nipple slowly and sensuously. "Or to stick that dick between my oiled breasts. Am I right, slave?"

"Yes. Can I fuck your tits, Mrs. Miller?" I asked.

"What's the magic word?" she replied.

"Please? Can I please fuck your big, oily tits, Mrs. Miller?" I begged.

"You know I can't say no to that glorious cock," she purred, pulling her tits apart so I could lay my pipe between them.

I pushed my cock down, eager to feel her warm, soft melons envelop my shaft, when a pair of hands gripped my shoulders and pulled me backwards. I stumbled, but regained my footing and stepped over Gina's lounger, turning to see who had stopped me from getting a tit wank. Carmen stood with her arms crossed, smiling at me.

"What about the rest of us?" said Carmen.

"Yeah!" chirped Sadira, "I want some oil too, honey." She beckoned me with her finger.

Carmen nodded to me, giving her permission. I picked up the oil and approached Sadi as I had Gina, straddling her lounger. I poured some oil on my dick and began rubbing it slowly and methodically over Sadi's tits. They were noticeably more firm than Gina's.

"Is that ok Mrs. Kashani?" I asked.

She tilted her head up to my face, appearing to be broken from a trance.

"Oh yes, honey, that's very nice. But let's not fuss about," she added, reaching up to untie the bikini string around her neck.

"No. Let me," I said, holding her hands gently.

She put back down, resting them on the tops of my thighs as she smiled and tilted her chin up. I put down the oil and moved her glasses up onto the top of her head, pushing her thick, black hair back from her face. Her almond coloured eyes looked into mine as my fingertips touched her neck, sliding back to take hold of the white bikini strings. My cock was resting between the large mounds of her caramel breasts, and I brought my face close to hers as I gently pulled the strings.

The bow came apart, and as I drew them down towards her bust, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes, lifting her lips towards mine. I backed away just enough so she could only feel my breath on her lips and pulled the bikini cups off her tits, exposing her large areolas, slightly darker than her usual skin tone. I watched her nipples harden as I released the bikini strings, lifting my head back up and taking hold of my penis.

"God baby, you're making me so hot. Rub your dick on my nipples," she sighed, her nails digging into my thighs.

Her tits may have been fake, but the surgeon had done a marvelous job. They were plump and round, sitting up on her chest and pointing to the sky, but they did not look stretched or hard. There was enough fatty tissue already present to give them an almost natural shape and consistency. I didn't think the size had been augmented by much.

"Your breasts are really lovely, Mrs. Kashani. I'd be honoured to rub my cock all over them."

I teased her nipples with my dick head and spread the oil to the skin previously covered by her bikini. She watched me keenly, occasionally twisting her body to push her breast up against my penis, or to allow it to dip in between them. Her warm hands stroked my thighs lovingly. After a few minutes, I noticed Helen on the lounger next to us. She was lying on her side, her head supported by her hand, her other hand softly and unabashedly stroking between her legs. Sadi noticed as well.

"Ok, honey, I think it's time Helen had a turn," Sadi said reluctantly.

Helen immediately perked up and lay on her back, ready for me. She quickly grabbed the bottle of oil and squirted it on her tits. As I straddled her, she reached up and grabbed my ass, rubbing and caressing it.

"Mmmm, so firm and tight. Now get that cock between my tits you filthy boy," she barked.

Her bikini looked as strained as ever. I began rubbing my cock on her pouting cleavage, but Helen shook her head.

"No, no. Stick it between them... from underneath," she insisted.

I crouched down and put the tip of my cock against her soft underboobs billowing out from underneath the bikini.

"Yes, that's right. Now push it in," she urged.

Holding my shaft steady, I pushed my cock head between her warm, oiled boobs, my eyes rolling as it slid into her warm bosom, the pressure from her bikini making her tits feel like a tight pussy. Helen enjoyed the view as she watched my cock head slowly emerge at the top of her cleavage, coated in oil. She sighed deeply.

The expanding of her chest, combined with my hard shaft buried between her tits was too much for the bikini to bear.

A loud 'SNAP' was heard as the fastener at the front of her bikini broke apart. Her massive tits exploded into view, my cock flying out from between her busty embrace. We both flinched as we watched her tits wobble on her chest as my cock bobbed between them. There was a moment of stunned silence, then everyone broke out in gales of laughter.

"I told you that bikini wouldn't hold your big tits, Helen," chuckled Carmen, sipping from her wine glass.

"Gives new meaning to the term 'busty', doesn't it?" I quipped, admiring Helen's hard, pink nipples, and areolas that nearly matched the colour of her skin.

"It's nice to have everything out in the open. Now smack that big cock on my titties, darling," said Helen, pushing her huge breasts together.

I smacked my dick head against her nipples, watching the flesh ripple with the impact. After a minute, Carmen touched my shoulder and pointed to Michelle.

"Now Mrs. Ryan," she ordered.

Visibly disappointed, Helen sighed and smacked my bottom as I turned away from her. I straddled Michelle and applied more oil to my penis.

"I'm not well-endowed like these other ladies," said Michelle, a touch of resentment and envy in her voice, "but size isn't everything," she added confidently.

"Look who you're talking to!" joked Helen, rubbing her tits where the bikini had dug in.

"I'm sure you'll like what you see," Michelle said, ignoring Helen.

As with Sadira, I moved her sunglasses atop her red, flowing hair. I looked into her emerald eyes, then down into her cleavage. The cowboy shirt tied firmly below her bust held her breasts snug, creating succulent, freckled lumps of smooth, milky bosom. I drew a heart shape on her tits with the tip of my cock and smiled at her. I loosened the ends of the shirt, then bent down and pulled the material with my teeth, my nose pushing into her cleavage. The knot released, and I pushed the shirt to the sides with my penis, exposing her chest.

Her perky, medium-sized breasts were gorgeous. They were perfectly shaped, with soft curves underneath, capped by small dark pink nipples in contrast to her pale skin. My cock involuntarily twitched as I admired her tits, and Michelle, noticing this, gave me a cheeky grin.

"I told you. Now why don't you get this oil rubbed in, and don't miss any spots," she said cheerfully, pleased that I was impressed by her pert breasts.

I squired more oil on her body and liberally distributed it with my dick, using it like a paintbrush. Her hard nipples stimulated the underside of my cock head, and more pre-cum seeped out onto the top of Michelle's left breast.

"You must be awfully excited," said Michelle, seeing the pre-cum and touching it with her fingertip.

"I am very turned on right now, Mrs. Ryan. You're all so beautiful and sexy," I replied.

She rubbed the pre-cum over my dick head as her hand roamed to my balls, gently cupping them and rolling them in her fingers. I moaned as I traced circles around her right nipple.

"Alright, that will do," said Carmen after a minute.

She was still standing by the table. I stepped over Michelle, giving her tit a quick smack with my cock, then approached Carmen. I noticed that Gina had gotten up and had filled a pitcher with pool water.

"Is it your turn, Miss Beaumont?" I asked.

"Yes it is," said Gina, before Carmen could respond.

Gina approached Carmen from behind and put one arm around her waist. With the other, she tipped the pitcher of water over Carmen's chest. Her white t-shirt soaked through and revealed Carmen's large breasts and pale brown nipples. She shuddered slightly as the cool water dripped down her body, making the small patch of pubic hair visible through her panties. I ogled her dripping tits through the t-shirt and felt my cock twitch again.

Gina put the empty pitcher down and let her hands roam Carmen's body. Shamelessly pinched Carmen's nipples, squeezed her breasts, slid over her stomach and down to her crotch. Gina's fingers dipped briefly into Carmen's panties, and I saw Carmen's eyes flutter.

"Ok honey, easy. Take my shirt off first," said Carmen.

Gina wordlessly obeyed, lifting the wet t-shirt up and over her head, Carmen's lovely tits coming into unobstructed view. Gina dropped the shirt and caressed Carmen's boobs.

"God, I love your tits, baby. I want to suck on your hard nipples," breathed Gina.

"Mmmm, I love it when you talk dirty. Do you think our friend would like to watch you suck my tits?" offered Carmen.

"Yes I would, Miss Beaumont," I said breathlessly, my hand going to my dick.

"Wait, you two are lovers?" said an incredulous voice from behind me.

Michelle had sat up, her open shirt hanging loosely off her shoulders, her perky tits standing proudly from her chest.

"Yes, ok, the secret's out," said Gina impatiently, still fondling Carmen's bust.

"Wow... well I think it's sexy!" squealed Helen, reminding me of her daughter, Holly.

"I'm so horny right now I would gladly eat a pussy," added Sadira, untying her bikini and tossing it on the table. "It would be just like university again."

"I bet that would be a big tease for you, wouldn't it? To watch us play with each other while all you can do is wank your cock," laughed Helen devilishly.

"It would be torture not to be able to join you, Mrs. Thompson, but I would like nothing more than to watch you pleasure each other," I replied honestly.

"In that case, get your sexy arse over here, Sadi. Let's show him how real women eat pussy!" cried Helen, squeezing her breasts and tossing her hair.

Sadira stood and approached me, kissing me on the cheek, then turned away and knelt on the end of Helen's lounger. Helen obligingly opened her legs as Sadi began kissing the insides of her thighs.

"What?! So you're bisexual as well?" exclaimed Michelle, now sitting on her lounger with her feet on the patio.

"Don't tell me you haven't tried it, Michelle. It's just a bit of fun," Helen said somewhat condescendingly.

"Don't take that tone with me, Helen. Just because I'm not as slutty as you--"

"Don't argue, ladies. This is supposed to be fun. No one's forcing you to be with a woman... although your daughter did give it a try and she seemed to like it," Carmen interrupted, cleverly breaking the tension and giving Michelle a chance to join the party.

Helen smirked at Michelle, then looked down to Sadi, removing her sunglasses from her head and running her fingers through her hair.

"Yes, honey, taste my pussy," she urged Sadi.

Sadira's ass was sticking up in the air invitingly, the thin white material barely concealing her anus, and her labia slightly visible on either side. Her bottom was almost as firm and round as her daughter's, and my mouth watered at the thought of pushing my cock between her plump buttocks. Gina was still molesting Carmen's body, pinching her nipple with one hand, the other hand buried in her panties and moving rhythmically. I was afraid to stroke my cock too quickly or firmly, in case I blew my load prematurely.

I looked at Michelle, whose face was red, her breathing rapid. She stood suddenly, her titties jiggling with her movement, then strode quickly over to Helen's lounger, throwing her shirt from her shoulders and onto the ground. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing and her fists were balled in anger.

"So you want some pussy then, eh Helen? How's this?" barked Michelle.

She went behind Helen's lounger and released the catch, dropping the back of the chair so it was parallel to the ground. Helen cried out in surprise as she fell back, but before she could recover, Michelle has straddled her face, kneeling on either side of her head, facing her feet. Michelle reached behind her and grabbed a fistful of Helen's hair, pulling her face into her crotch as her other hand pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, exposing a shaved pussy. Michelle ground her cunt roughly against Helen's mouth, baring her teeth and rotating her hips. I could hear muffled whimpering coming from Helen as she struggled against Michelle's unexpectedly forced oral sex.

"You like that, bitch? Do you like the taste of my pussy?" taunted Michelle, her red hair falling around her face in an unruly manner.

Helen's hands were pushing on Michelle's thighs to little avail, and me, Sadi, Carmen, and Gina watched breathlessly as Michelle continued to grind her pussy on Helen's face. After a few moments, Michelle lifted her pussy from Helen's mouth. Helen gasped for air.

"Fuck, 'chelle! What the hell are you doing?" she exclaimed.

"I'm teaching you a lesson. Stop being such a bitch to me."

"Ok! I'm sorry!" she gasped. "Michelle, I just want you to have fun with us, that's all. Let your hair down a little. I'm sorry if I teased you, honey," Helen apologised.

"Alright... ok. You're forgiven. God... look what you've made me do," said Michelle, embarrassed, her pussy still poised above Helen's face, her bikini bottoms still pulled to the side.

Helen giggled. "I never would have guessed you had it in you, darling. I was wrong to doubt you. And might I say that you have a very pretty little pussy," she finished, admiring Michelle's bare slit.

"Thank you, Helen. I'm sorry for just mashing it in your face like that."

"I don't think she minded, actually. Her pussy is soaking through her bikini," noted Sadira, still kneeling between Helen's spread legs.

I stepped beside Helen's lounger to get a better view. Sadi was gently stroking a wet spot on Helen's crotch.

"You naughty girl!" laughed Michelle.

"You haven't seen how naughty I can really be," challenged Helen. "Bring that sweet pussy back down here."

Michelle gently lowered herself to Helen's eager tongue. I watched Helen rapidly dip her tongue between Michelle's small, pink labia, then use her fingers to spread them, lifting her chin to tickle her clitoris with her tongue.

"Oh Helen, that's... that's very nice," breathed Michelle, bringing her hand up to her right breast and caressing it.

I watched Helen's mouth work with practiced efficiency at stimulating various parts of Michelle's vagina. Sadi--inspired by Helen's enthusiastic oral--decided to indulge her lesbian desires and pulled Helen's bikini bottoms to the side to reveal Helen's bald pussy. She lowered her head to Helen's cunt lips and licked the entire length of her bare slit, her tongue parting her labia and leaving a thick swath of saliva. Helen hummed her approval, but did not stop eating Michelle's pussy.

"Damn, this is so fucking hot," I commented, slowly stroking my rock hard shaft.

Michelle looked up at me as if noticing me for the first time. She smiled and bit her lip, rolling her shoulders in and tilting her head suggestively.

"Looks like it's our turn to put on a little show for you, honey," she said, winking.

"I'm enjoying the view so far, Mrs. Ryan."

"Good. Oh!" she exclaimed, jumping slightly. "God she's good! My husband almost never goes down on me, and when he does he's not nearly as talented as Helen," she said to me conversationally.

"Maybe you should play with her breasts, Mrs. Ryan. Show her your appreciation," I suggested.

Michelle pursed her lips and reached down to Helen's enormous boobs, pushing them together and letting her hands roam over the oily orbs.

"My goodness, I don't know how you girls walk around with these big breasts," she marveled. "Don't they get in the way?"

"Sometimes, but don't they feel lovely?" said Gina, admiring Carmen's tits as she cupped them.

"Yes, they do. Aaaaaahh," moaned Michelle, closing her eyes and pinching Helen's nipples as a wave of pleasure passed through her body.

"How does Mrs. Thompson's pussy taste, Mrs. Kashani?" I asked, turning my attention to Sadira.

Sadi lifted her head and licked her lips.

"She tastes wonderful, dear. Maybe if you kiss me you can taste for yourself," she suggested.
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