We all swam about in the pool, cleansing our bodies and cooling off after our hot sex-fest. We chatted intermittently about work, plans for the summer, life. I admired the women's bodies in all their wet, wonderful nakedness as they frolicked in the water, breasts bobbing, bottoms jiggling, water dripping over their sensuous curves. After a time we left the pool and reclined on the patio loungers, resting and recuperating. The conversation diminished as we unwound, sipping drinks, letting the hot summer sun dry our skin. A couple of the ladies read magazines. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
"So... what happens now?" Sadi said after a time, breaking the silence.
"What... are you ready to fuck him again?" said Gina.
"No... well, yes I am, but that's not what I meant," replied Sadi, looking at me and blushing. "I mean, what if Amy were to bring him to your house, Michelle? Or what if Ellen wants to date him, Gina? What would you do? It would be so... awkward."
"Yeah... and what if Holly walks in on me fucking him, or something," added Helen.
"Um, don't you mean 'what if you walk in on him fucking Holly'?" said Michelle.
"No, I don't... well, I guess that's possible too, but if you think I'm not going to fuck that beautiful cock again after today, then you're sorely mistaken, honey," replied Helen, absently touching her pussy lips.
"Wait... you can't... today is just a one-time thing, right? Helen... you're married," stammered Sadira.
"Sadi, sweetheart, you're telling me you won't be dreaming of his cock every night? That you'll just go home to your husband and forget all about this sexy young man? Act like nothing happened?"
"Well... yes! We have to!" squeaked Sadi.
"Ok then, why don't you try answering your own question?" Carmen chimed in. "What if Aysha brings him home? What if you hear her in her bedroom getting fucked in her tight little ass? Hmmm?"
Sadi frowned and looked about uncomfortably. She fidgeted with her hands.
"Well... I would.... erm.... " she said, then looked at me. "Oh bugger. It would drive me crazy! I'd burst in and demand he fuck ME in the arse!" she cried, caving in.
Gina laughed. "So what are we to do, then? Ellen would be furious if she found out I was fucking him behind her back."
"Uh, don't I get a say in this?" I asked.
"NO!" was the resounding chorus from Gina, Helen, and Carmen.
Michelle spoke softly. "I... I don't think I could do it. For me, this ends after today. My marriage is important, and so is my daughter. I must put my family first."
Sadira looked at her and sighed. "She's right, girls. Even though I know I'll crave that dick, I don't think it's a good idea to continue this. And if Michelle and I can't have him, I don't think it's fair that the rest of you should either."
"And I don't think it's fair that he gets to have sex with our daughters!" whinged Helen, pouting and crossing her arms underneath her bust.
"Helen, they're adults now. They can make their own choices. It's up to you to decide what you will or won't allow in your house, but they're going to have their own lives outside your supervision," Michelle said.
"Ha! You've certainly changed your tone from earlier today. Amazing what getting a good deep-dicking will to, isn't it?" snapped Gina.
Michelle was not phased. "You can do as you please, ladies. Fuck him or don't, I don't care. My decision is my own."
"All we'd really have to do is tell the girls that we fucked him. I don't think they'd go near him if they knew that," Helen said.
"You're probably right, honey, but then they might go off and tell their fathers. No, I'm not going to risk it. I'm with Michelle," replied Sadi.
A long silence prevailed as the women looked at each other.
"Oh alright then. I'll be good," said Helen reluctantly. "What about you, Gina?"
"I don't have a husband to worry about, as far as that goes, but I suppose it wouldn't be fair if I was the only one still getting a taste of his cock. I think I can manage to leave him be," she said, unconvincingly.
She looked at me, and showed with a subtle wink that she had no intention of keeping her promise.
"This is all rather disappointing, I must admit," I said, finally. "But I respect your wishes. Now, if you'll excuse me, ladies, I have to use the little boys' room."
I set my beer down and stood, stretching my arms and giving the women a long look at my heavy hanging cock. I smiled and made my way into the house. The air conditioning cooled my warm, sun-baked skin as I found the toilet and relieved myself. I washed my hands and left the bathroom, entering the kitchen. I stopped short in the kitchen doorway, seeing a figure sitting on the bench top facing me, knees bent and spread wide. It was Gina. She had applied a thick strip of whipped cream to her pussy, and was carefully placing a cherry approximately where her clit would be.
"Hello Mrs. Thompson. Are you offering me some dessert?" I said, crossing my arms and admiring her naked body.
"All you can eat, honey," she replied, indicating for me to approach her with her index finger.
I stood in front of her as she looked me up and down.
She pointed to her creamed cunt. "Clean me up. And be thorough about it."
She leaned back on her hands, her huge tits bulging, and watched me as I bent down towards her crotch. I kissed her inner thighs softly as I made my way closer to her pussy sundae. I began licking the whipped cream from her pussy lips, consuming it as her pink labia were slowly revealed to me. I sucked them clean, tasting her juices mingling with the creamy sweetness. She watched me closely, her chest rising and falling faster as I teased her slit with the tip of my tongue.
"That's it baby, get my pussy nice and clean. Mmmmm yeah, that's it."
I worked my way up her slit, sticking my tongue inside her. I took the cherry off by the stem and sucked the cream from it, then licked the thick dollop over her clitoris. I sucked her clit hard, slurping loudly as I consumed the last of the whipped cream from her hot cunt.
I took the cherry between my lips and brushed it over her clitoris, before moving down and pushing it into her pussy with my tongue. I pulled my head back and looked at the stem poking out from between her plump labia, then up to her flushed face.
"I suppose now you're going to take my cherry," she chuckled.
"Actually..." I started, then bend down and took the stem between my teeth, pulling the cherry slowly from inside her.
It slipped from her pussy, coated in her juices. I stood up, then reached to her, holding the back of her neck and pulling her toward me. Understanding my intention, she smiled and obliged, leaning down to take the cherry on her tongue, then wrapped her lips around it. She pulled, the stem coming off, and chewed her pussy-candied cherry sensuously. My erection was raging, pressing against the cupboard drawer.
"Mmmmm... thank you, babe," she said after swallowing her treat.
She picked up the can of whipped cream and applied a dollop on each of her nipples. "Now here," she said.
She stuck her chest out and I gently cupped her enormous breasts, putting my mouth over her left nipple, taking all the whipped cream at once and suckling her nub as it hardened in my mouth.
"Aaahhh... that's nice. Anyway, about this whole 'arrangement'--no no, don't stop--the other women have made their decisions, but I don't have a husband to worry about. Mmmm, yes, nibble it a bit... oohh that's good. So you are going to continue to fuck me. I don't care if you fuck my daughter as well, just as long as I'm getting my share."
I popped her titty from my mouth. "But I thought you lived out of town."
"I do, but I think I'll be making more frequent trips here... to see my lovely daughter, of course," she replied.
"Mrs. Thompson, I'm not sure that's a good idea. I mean, you know how Emma feels about you stealing her men."
Gina squeezed her right tit and offered her whipped cream-coated nipple to me. I obliged, and began sucking it hard, occasionally nibbling on her erect nub with my teeth. She twitched as I suckled at her breast, kneading her tits.
"Yes, I do. Which is why we'll keep it secret."
"But--"
"Shut up. You'll do as you're told or I'll tell Emma about our little gathering here today, is that clear? You still want to fuck my daughter, don't you?"
I looked up at her stern face between her gigantic tits, now clean of any trace of whipped cream, and nodded.
"Good. Then it's settled."
She pushed me back and hopped down off the counter top. She pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the mouth, our tongues writing against one another. After we broke apart, Gina picked up the can of whipped cream and held my fully-erect cock in her palm. She applied a thick frosting of whipped cream along my length, then set the can down and squatted in front of me. She looked up at me with her blue eyes and smiled widely.
"Besides, Emma may have a tight, young pussy, but she can't do this..."