This is a direct follow on from Weight Problems 2, which should be read first to understand this properly.
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DAY 5
Today's group should be interesting, Emma having to explain her actions. The women came in, five wearing sarongs and one naked, dirty, smelly with spunk in her hair and the just visible marks on her arse.
Challenges of her behaviour came from all sides; the group were united in their anger. Emma could only apologise at first but ended up having to explain that she had enjoyed the first round of punishment and wanted it again. She was in tears and slowly the group reformed and became complete again as Emma was brought back in. Don't you love it when a plan comes together? Particularly when you don't have to do any of the work.
I think that Fliss was relieved that she could stay quiet following her 'therapy' session last night and as the group progressed she became more confident and contributed well. Alex suggested a group hug at the end, rather productive in the circumstances.
In the gym Emma was first on the machine, not only because she did not have to undress but because she was determined to make up for yesterday. The others were chatting away as they came out of the changing room.
I watched six hard working girls, determined to reduce the mileage in a hurry. I went to do my individual therapy sessions in rather a good mood.
I returned to the viewing room to find six girls sitting with their backs to the wall drinking water and laughing and joking. They had obviously already completed the mileage. I checked to see who had done what, it was very close, Emma had done the most and Ruby least; there was little separating them. I went down to let them out.
They rushed into the shower, still in high spirits. They came out and dried themselves and put their sarongs on. "We don't know who you want to punish or reward but would like all of us to be punished and rewarded as a group together," said Emma.
So with wet hair we went to the therapy room. The girls went in first, when I entered they were bent over the couch with their sarongs pulled up leaving arses bare. Three on each side, perched on their elbows holding hands with the girl opposite. As a therapist this sort of group bonding was fantastic, as a man, fuck me! Or them or....I don't know. My cock was rock hard.
I went to each girl and pulled their sarongs up over their heads so they could not see what I was doing. I walked round slapping each arse cheek as I came to it. I did another round this time fingering each pussy, none of which were dry. After one more go slapping arses I lined them up facing me.
"Pull your sarongs down to your waist, put your hands behind your head and shake your tits." a wonderful sight, twelve tits jouncing side to side much to their embarrassment. "Go and get ready for dinner," I told them.
At dinner they were all wearing their sarongs but noticeably hair and makeup had been sorted and applied. Even Fliss was sporting alluring face paint. Following dinner we adjourned to the group room where they all immediately stripped before sitting in their usual seats.
They were all looking expectantly at me. "We decided that the group can be more open naked so we think you should join us so strip off....please." said Liselle. Oh shit, there are things that are unhidable naked, my erection was one of them. Ah well, when in Rome... I stripped, erection proudly on display.
I sat down and was surprised to be attacked about my treatment of Emma and while I was the 'enemy' they bonded even closer. As things were settling Liselle stood up and walked over to me. "Fliss wants you to fuck her," she demanded.
"She's a virgin, she doesn't want me," I pleaded.
"She does want you but she thinks she is too fat and ugly. You have fucked some of us so why won't you fuck her?"
"She's a virgin, someone she loves should be the first."
"We have discussed this and we have all decided it should be you. We can attest that for all but one of us losing our virginity was not a good experience. You can make it a good experience for Fliss. You are the one that is changing her life, meanwhile we will look after you, Fliss will come to you tonight,"
Five ladies, I use the word loosely, began an onslaught on my body. Fliss disappeared and I was left with hands, mouths, tits and I don't know what assaulted me. It was terrible, obviously tried to protest but that is not easy with a tongue in your mouth. Okay I didn't try very hard.
I gave up, stretched back and thought of England, letting the assault continue. There was a mouth on my cock, another, I think on my balls, one on my nipple and Bhabhi's lips on mine. My hands were directed to two wet cunts.
I didn't last long which is a pity, I have never experienced anything like this before. I would like to do it again. One by one they pulled away and stood in a semi circle in front of me. "Be good to her," was an appeal from Liselle.
I was showered, shaved and sitting with a glass of rather good single malt. It felt a bit like a first date, I was nervous so how nervous Fliss felt was probably much greater. I was on my second Scotch when Fliss knocked on the door. "Come in," I shouted. She sidled into the room, barely opening the door. Wow! She looked so different, hair and makeup spectacular, a wrap around dress and high heels.
All the confidence seemed to have drained out of her so I approached her. "You look beautiful," I said honestly before kissing her. I took her hand and led her to the settee and handed her a large glass of wine. I 'courted' her on the settee, kissing her eyes, lips and ears before leading her to my bedroom.
I kissed her and slipped her dress over her shoulders. It fell to the floor disclosing a purple basque! It squeezed her waist in and finished under her tits, pushing them up delightfully. Suspenders held up black stockings and under the basque, framed by the two suspenders was a gorgeous little pussy, completely bald making it plainly visible.
I backed away to take in the whole picture, a perfect hourglass figure. "Beautiful," I declared, taking her in my arms and kissing her. I felt her tits pressing into my chest, my cock rising and a strange ambiance surrounded us. I knelt down, having spotted some hook and eye fastenings down the front of the basque I began unfastening it. I was about to start unfastening it when I realised that the suspenders needed to be detached.
I bent further down and slid the little button things out of the wire slots. Of course while I was down there my nose was very close to her fragrant pussy so I did the gentlemanly thing and kissed it. Kissed it to start with then hands holding her generous arse I pulled her to me and I inserted my tongue.
