The Pleasure Patch

The Pleasure Patch Chapter 5

This story is 100% science fiction. Enjoy!

On Friday, which was day 48 without an orgasm for Ryan, he received a text from Kirk indicating that for this evening that everyone would meet at the mansion house around 6:30, and no strip club visit was planned. The text also indicated that they would play some games and then eat around 7:30. Ryan arrived on time and within a few minutes Blair, Victoria and Kirk arrived as well. Lana was already there with her assistant Sonya. Ryan noticed that all the girls (except for Sonya) were decked out in the same configuration - a blouse covered with an open arm vest, a tie, sexy nylons, high heels, a skirt and a cowboy hat, but the blouses and skirts were different colors. The all looked like sexy businesswomen from west Texas.

As in previous weeks, the group, including Sonya, all walked down to the basement sex dungeon. Were these games sexual in nature and was Sonya going to participate? She was an average looking mid-twenties brunette with glasses, standing about 5 foot even and weighing probably 135 to 140 pounds - a tad on the chunky side. This was not someone that Ryan was eagerly looking to see nude. She was a 4 or a 5 on the 10-point scale and the pharma girls and Lana were 99,999 on the 100,000 scale. This was no exaggeration. With the invention of AI (artificial intelligence), there are websites where you gaze upon the most unbelievably attractive ultra realistic women. Victoria, Blair and Lana all fit this same mold, but these three girls were real women - with these incredibly beautiful faces and hourglass (34E) busty figures. Heck, all three of them were hotter than all the dancers Ryan had seen in two different strip clubs over a 4- or 5-week period - probably more than five hundred dancers in total.

"What's up with the ties and the cowboy hats"? asked Ryan.

"You'll find out soon enough." said Victoria.

The comfortable leather sofas surrounding the sybian is where they all settled in. Sonya pulled from her purse a deck of cards.

"OK, guys we're all gonna play strip blackjack." said Sonya.

Now it all made sense to Ryan; all the girls probably had on ten pieces of some sort of clothing starting with the cowboy hats and ties. Lana could just have easily instructed Ryan and Kirk to remove their clothes straight away, but apparently, she devised another plan to stack the odds in their favor so that the guys would lose their clothes first. They had all seen each other nude (except for Sonya) before, so the game would be interesting but certainly not novel. The interesting part for Ryan was uncovering (no pun intended) how many clothes these girls were donning.

Sonya would be the card dealer; the game was simple. After everyone received their cards, whoever had the lowest card number or had busted 21 would shed some sort of clothing. Any ties would result in an "overtime" for that round. As expected, the girls lost their hats and ties first. As the different garments and accessories slowly peeled away from the participants, the huge disparity that Ryan had anticipated was present. By the numbers, each girl wore a cowboy hat, tie, blouse, bra, skirt, panties, garter, thong, nylons and two shoes. The guys wore a shirt, T-shirt, pants, underwear, belt, two socks and two shoes. The guys lost nine garments/accessories, and the girls removed twelve garments/accessories. Ryan was kind of surprised that the girls wore both panties and a thong, but Lana got what she wanted; both guys were nude before any of the girls were nude. It was more of an exciting game than Ryan had originally anticipated. Including his mother, five women had now seen him nude. Sonya was number five, but she had remained fully clothed for the entire game.

The game had taken well over an hour, and everybody was hungry. Lana brought an unexpected twist to the meal. Sonya brought down from upstairs two huge throw blankets and two huge table clothes. She and Lana returned upstairs and brought back down a salad, lasagna, silverware and plates. They made another run for the glasses as well as red and white wine and the peach cobbler dessert (which was placed in the dungeon refrigerator). The soft comfortable throw blankets were laid on the floor, and the tablecloths were placed upon the throw blankets. Sonya returned upstairs to the first floor.

"Not only are we gonna sit and eat on the floor with our cocks exposed and pussies wide open in Indian style fashion; the girls will feed the guys, and the guys will feed the girls - this includes drinks as well. No one will place any food in their own mouth. OK, we've got three girls and two guys so you guys will be feeding more than eating - at least at the beginning." said Lana.

Lana laid out the seating arrangements so that the five of them were in one big circle ensuring that each guy had at least one girl next to him and each girl had one guy next to her. The circle was Ryan, Victoria, Blair, Kirk and then Lana - who was seated next to Ryan to complete the Big 5 circle. The salad was served first, and the mechanics were cumbersome at first due to the unusual complexity of feeding someone next to you who was nude - plus the difference between three women and two men; however, once the salad was finished and the group moved on to the lasagna everyone was having fun feeding other naked people. The scenery was great with everyone sitting Indian style; genitals were available for everyone's viewing pleasure. The group had a blast feeding each other the peach cobbler as some dropped down to private parts - which (the cobbler) was eagerly licked and eaten by the opposite sex. A strip blackjack and a totally nude dinner - certainly an interesting way to start an evening.

"We've put Kirk through the wringer the past couple of weeks, so it's Ryan's turn to earn his grand a week. I want Blair and Victoria over in front of the mirror - say about five feet away- but facing away from the mirror. Ryan, this first stuff is like Sex Positions 101; it will appear easy at first, but your self-discipline will be severely tested. Go over and stand directly in front of Blair and grab her boobs and stare into her eyes with neither of you saying one word to each other. Victoria, you stand right next to Blair." said Lana.

So, Ryan placed his hands on Blair's hooters, while at the same time he could stare at her beautiful face and look over her shoulder at the mirror and see the backside of both Blair and Victoria (in the mirror).

"I'm setting my smart phone for ten minutes - no talking is permissible." said Lana.

After about eight minutes, Lana instructed Ryan to squeeze her breasts "to feel her roundness, softness and delicate texture." Ryan's flagpole had been rising and falling, but this placed his pecker on full alert with no sign of subsiding. After the next two minutes had concluded, Ryan was to perform the same routine for Victoria; Kirk was still nude over on a sofa but watching the porn on the TV. After this first ten minutes had expired, Ryan walked in front of Victoria and placed his hands on her hooters. Lana reminded them both that no talking was allowed - which made this as well as his previous ten minutes with Blair somewhat awkward. As before, the mirror behind Victoria provided a perfect view of her backside as well as Blair's sexy tush and legs. At the 8-minute mark, Ryan received the word "to squeeze Victoria's round breasts like fresh fruit."

Not surprisingly, Ryan was instructed to spend the next ten minutes of this same routine with Lana - being reminded again that talking was not permissible. Ryan's pecker was longing for some sort of friction or feminine touch, and that was about to come to fruition; however, the upcoming outcome of this desire would rock Ryan's missile into stratospheric levels of lust.

"Now I want Victoria and Blair to face the mirror. Ryan, you need to come up behind Victoria and stand flush against her with your chest and crotch touching her back and ass. Then wrap your arms around her and grab her boobies. Blair will be next, then me." said Lana. She then positioned him behind Victoria.

"I don't think this is gonna work; my cock in the way, and it is pointed straight ahead." said Ryan.

"I can fix that." Lana said.

She then proceeded to flip Ryan's shaft up toward his abdomen and then pushed him flush against Victoria's back and butt before moving his arms around Victoria and placing his hands on her boobs.

"Whoa. "exclaimed Ryan.

The feeling of his fully erect penis pushing against Victoria's upper tush shot incredible pleasurable endorphins through his genitals.

"Now, you need to remain in his position for the next ten minutes and nobody moves. Ryan, I don't wanna see you trying to her hump her backside and Victoria you shall not help Ryan by any backwards moves. Remember a couple of weeks ago when you tried to hump my stomach when Kirk was doggy fucking me. We do not want a repeat of that now do we?"

What was this? Lana was now using the "shall" word like we were in some sort of courtroom. Ryan's cock was intensely throbbing, and he knew that Victoria could easily feel the pulsating rhythm of his pecker. Between his engorged blue balls, the twins he was grasping and the visual feast in the mirror reflecting Victoria and Blair's full-frontal nudity, this almost too much for Ryan to handle. This is not to mention the ball busting porn scenes that were well in view playing on the 75-inch TV. With all the self-discipline he could muster, he remained perfectly still while his genitals were screaming at him to thrust forward into Victoria's backside. Ryan was aware that if he were not currently wearing the patch, his missile would have already erupted - spilling his gooey man juice all over Victoria's ass. Unfortunately, he was going to have to endure this erotic torture. Lana stood right beside Ryan and Victoria ensuring that Ryan's crotch was always slammed tightly on Victoria's tush. After the eight-minute mark, Lana instructed him to squeeze Victoria's tits sending another huge dose of endorphins through his genitals. Lana must lie awake at night planning these sexually frustrating diabolical schemes.

Ryan knew what was coming next. He would have to suffer through the same ten minutes with Blair and another ten minutes like this with Lana. In all his life, Ryan had never endured this much blue balls pain. He kept reminding himself of the $1,000 that would be in his pocket before the night was over. Ryan was mentally exhausted from the previous sixty minutes - particularly the last thirty.

Lana now moved everyone to the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. She asked the group who wanted to fuck Kirk.

"Me, me" exclaimed Blair.

The two of them crawled on the bed. Standing on their knees, they began passionately kissing. Kirk moved southward placing sweet lite kisses on her neck before plunging into the huge hooter farm on her chest. Kirk was all over those 34Es caressing, sucking, licking and smashing them together like he was hand clapping. His pecker was now fully erect, and they both repositioned with her lying on the bed and Kirk straddling her chest beginning a full throttle tit fucking session. Blair was having a blast watching his cock become engulfed in her mammary glands before reappearing only inches from her chin. Kirk was soon too horny, and he knelt between her legs with his tool entering her snatch. Their rocking was slow at first until the pace quickened until this missionary position couple were going at it like a couple of horny rabbits. Blair's legs were in the air - bent at the knees - with her toes curled tight. Kirk pounded her pussy in this position for almost fifteen minutes before Blair signaled for a break.

Just as Blair crawled off the bed, Lana practically threw Kirk down on the bed straddling his manhood and easing herself down on his 7 plus inch shaft. Lana's lady parts must have already been moist because she began playing cowgirl (actually reverse cowgirl) by slamming her hips down at a rate of almost two times per second. They were both yelling and screaming obscenities. Little yelps were emanating from Lana's mouth. Victoria attempted to join the party by French kissing Kirk, but between his moaning and wailing; this mostly an unsuccessful endeavor. She compromised by caressing, sucking and massaging his nipples - which sent Kirk into a higher orbit of lust. When Lana rolled off Kirk, Victoria jumped on his pecker cowgirl style leveraging her hands on his chest. While perched atop a very happy cock, she placed one of her fingers in Kirk's mouth with the other hand remaining on his chest. After about ten minutes of frenzied fucking, Kirk was in dire need of a release.

"Take off the patch...please" screamed Kirk.

Lana obliged and tore it right off with Kirk screaming from the momentary pain. Both were moaning and Victoria was rubbing her clit.

"I'm cumming" yelled Kirk. Lana snatched the cock from Victoria's pussy and pointed it toward Victoria's back. Lana was fisting the purple headed monster furiously when the cum started spurting. Meanwhile, Victoria's flash flood of female ejaculate poured forth on Kirk's crotch and the bed. A super orgasm and a female ejaculation were now in progress. The semen continued to squirt from Kirk's wide slit until Victoria's back was peppered all over by his jism. Lana's right hand had small drops of Kirk's semen as well significantly more of Victoria's pussy juice.

"Lay down, lay down on your stomach" Lana told Victoria.

Kirk had stopped shaking and rolled to the left side of the bed. Blair and Lana began working on their second dessert of the evening as they licked Victoria' back clean of all the cinnamon tasting spunk ejected from Kirk's missile. They did not miss a drop. Another spectacular night had concluded with Blair and Victoria retiring to their apartment, Kirk going to his apartment, Ryan arriving at his apartment and Lana returning to her well-furnished and clean house. Ryan took the envelope containing his newly collected $1,000 and placed it in his dresser. Ryan had now opened three additional bank accounts so that his primary bank would not get suspicious, and in addition - he was spending much of the money on items which he would have previously charged on his credit card. Ryan was not a spendthrift, but he had splurged on some clothes that he received from his sex parties' money.

This Friday was now officially week six with his newfound friends and day fifty-five without an orgasm. This night they went to a completely different strip club (number 3). The routine was the same with Ryan bare chested in a private room teased by two half-nude dancers. They all returned to the big mansion; they were now in the middle of December. Ryan had long since successfully passed the no-nut November eager to see what kind of sex romp the evening would present. The night was another harsh one for Kirk as he was cuffed under the queening seat again where he spent about fifteen minutes on each girl's twat, and then Lana cuffed him into the CBT chair and each girl had a run of fellatio and fisting until Kirk was begging for them to tear off the patch, but Lana had additional plans. We all sauntered up to the laundry room where Lana threw in about six towels in the washing machine..

"We're gonna get to have sex on the washing machine. I'am going first." said Lana.

They all stood around the laundry completely nude until the washing machine began the washing cycle. Blair and Victoria began their work on Kirk's flagpole until he was fully charged. Lana hopped on the washing machine and Kirk entered her pussy (sort of kind of seated missionary style). Lana also pulled a vibrator from her purse that was lying on the dryer. By the sound of her whimpering and squealing, Lana appeared to be on a vibrating amusement park ride. Blair eventually took the vibrator and massaged it over Lana's clit before Lana's orgasm hit. Kirk kept thrusting through the entire spin cycle orgasm.

Blair and Victoria took their turns as well on the gyrating machine. Fun was had by all as Kirk as well as the assistance of a vibrator brought all three girls to an orgasm. Since Blair was last, Kirk pumped his semen load (albeit only one to two squirts) into her snatch. Lana pulled him out of Blair to finish his post orgasm drips with a quick twenty to thirty second fisting. Kirk was more than satisfied with the Blair fucking/ Lana fisting combo. It was a quite night for Ryan as Lana always ensured that at least one nude girl was always touching him in some fashion.

On Saturday night Ryan attended his office group's Christmas party. It was held at his boss' house. Sara was there and was decked out in a short skirt with black nylons, and she had a date. Ryan's engines were revving and his sexual fantasies involving Sara were reaching new heights. Ryan had gone so long without an orgasm that he even found himself sometimes daydreaming about fucking his 42-year boss. Cyndi was a very attractive divorced blonde with a rather flat chest. She had everything (including a great personality) but boobs. Her thirty-something boyfriend was also at the party.

Ryan had to excuse himself to use the restroom during the party. This wasn't Cyndi's master bathroom, but this secondary bathroom was still a decent size. While sitting on the commode, he heard what sounded like water dripping from Cyndi's shower faucet. After doing his business, he pulled the shower curtains back and turned the faucet to stop the dripping. He noticed a bra on the shower floor; with his obsession with bras and his current sexual state, he had no choice but to pick the bra up. Compared with Lana's bras that he worshipped at home, this was minuscule. The tag indicated it was a 30AA; Ryan knew that Cyndi did not have any daughters - only one teenage son from a previous marriage, and she did live alone. Likely, this was Cyndi's bra. It probably fell on the floor from the top of the shower curtain. He knew she was small (breasted), so the overwhelming evidence was that it was hers.

He was about to leave the bathroom when it decided to keep it as a souvenir; she would most likely never miss it. He smuggled it down the back of his pants and left the party, took it to his car and then came back into the house. When he eventually arrived home later that evening, he hopped on the internet remembering what Lana had mentioned about bra sizes equivalent to cubic centimeters. He quickly found a spreadsheet online that converted women's bra sizes to cubic centimeters. What he found was that Cyndi was not only small, but she was also very small. 30AA was equivalent to 180 ccs (cubic centimeters). He laid the bra on the sofa next to Lana's two bras that she had already given him. The difference between the bras was enormous. With a quick smart phone calculation, he found that Lana's hooters were almost five times larger than Cyndi's. Blair and Victoria were also 850cc girls as well. If she was doing the wild thing with that handsome thirty something boyfriend of hers, he certainly was not enjoying any boob fucking. Heck, at this size all he could get was probably a bite or a pinch. These were pancake boobs. Although Ryan was not exactly maximizing his pleasure with his pharma girls' melons, he felt a little more self-confident about the 5-fold difference in his girls' breasts versus Cyndi's. At the very least, he got to look at them and sometimes fondle and squeeze them every week.

On Thursday night, Ryan was now sixty days into his no fap (no porn, masturbation or orgasm). Unfortunately for Ryan, he had just watched a simple segment on TV featuring an attractive country music artist. To put it bluntly, he had quickly become extremely horny and was nude on his recliner with all of Lana's intimate clothing lying on his chest and stomach. If Blair had seen him now, she would have issued one of those "big cock warnings." He called Kirk on the phone for some clarification on the mulligan he got. He explained his situation and Kirk was sympathetic. Ryan re-confirmed that he could masturbate for one hour and then he would receive a text which would throw him into a fifteen-minute grace period.