My daughter's twenty first birthday was fairly large. She had gathered a dozen of her closest friends and made a pool party out of it. I sat laughing and enjoying the spectacle of young girls jumping in, pushing in and being thrown in to the pool. It was a lot of men's dream to watch a dozen wet women in bikinis run around tipsy and wild. About halfway through the party my daughter brought me a drink.
"To my father. The one who raised me to be this fantastic piece of intellectual ass that stands before you." My daughter said as she raised her glass laughing the whole time. I took down the drink in a single swig and chuckled. A fuzziness crawled over my mind and the shapes of the girls became blurred and distorted. The light faded until it was all black.
Next thing I remember when coming to, was that my wrists were bound and my eyes were covered. I tried to speak but a couple of damp panties had been shoved in my mouth. The sound of girls giggling around me became apparent. A cool breeze drifted over my body, my naked body to my realization.
"Hi Mr. Miller." Said one of the girls. Her syllables slurred in her drunken state. "Sorry for this. Your daughter insisted." She giggled.
I tried to say something but it was lost in the panties. My mind whirled and then froze as young hands started stroking my limp cock. Soft hands prodded and pumped my cock, coaxing it into arousal. I felt a warm tongue slide up and down my cock as it grew. I was not ashamed of my cock, by no means at all. I had eight inches of raw hardness but drugged into showing it. That felt shameful.
Different hands touched my cock, stroking it and licking it and eventually sucking it. The girls giggled as they discussed how an eight inch cock would feel in their pussies. From somewhere off in the distance I heard a wrapper tear and a few moments later felt the oily rubber of the condom slide over my erect cock.
"Okay ladies! Mount up!"
One after another the girls slid my cock into their pussies. At one point this was like a dream come true. I was fucking a dozen different women. Their pussies wet and soft and tight around my cock. Each girl whined something or moaned as my cock entered their pussy. My mind felt like it was going to explode from the mounted pressure.
There was always a minute or more pause between the trade off of pussies which meant my cock would get further and further away from coming each time. My balls felt like they were being filled with heavy hot lead. Painful as it cooled and even more painful as it reheated with each pussy.
There was no telling how long they used my cock. An hour, two, maybe more or less. It felt amazing but at the same time it felt embarrassing. The girls rode my cock one after another until they orgasmed or were pulled off by another eager girl.
"Does my pussy feel nice Mr. Miller?" A girl would ask.
I would respond with something incoherent and they would just laugh.
After a long while the part slowed and the girls riding me drifted away leaving me mildly cold and painfully hard on the carpet of my outdoor patio.
