WVC Ch. 25: The Ladies Brunch

The pants were cut low on her slim hips, hugging her muscular ass cheeks and sliding into the deep valley between. Since I saw no sign of any panty lines, I concluded that she wore nothing underneath. And certainly her rounded breasts were bare beneath the sleeveless top, swaying slightly as she moved. The small areolae were darkly visible through the thin silk, wrinkled and clearly erect, puckering the shiny material.

The doorbell rang suddenly and she looked startled.

"They're early. I'll show them into the sunroom while you finish the preparations."

There wasn't that much to do. The smell of fresh coffee permeated the room and the champagne cocktails were waiting to be poured. Mini quiche tarts, flaky pasties, and skewers full of luscious looking fruit were displayed on silver trays, ready to be served.

We listened to voices in animated conversation coming down the hallway, followed by the doorbell again. The same sequence occurred twice more, ending when Gayle appeared breathless and beaming in the doorway. As she poured the champagne cocktails, she gave us our instructions.

"We'll start with you two serving the mimosas. Grab a tray and follow me."

Impatiently, she waited for us to balance the trays and follow her out of the kitchen. Inside the thin pouch, my cock felt thick and heavy, bouncing lightly with each step as I admired her swaying hips. Sweeping through a set of French doors, she entered an open airy room that adjoined the pool deck and stood aside to let us enter. We stood there in the doorway, awkwardly holding the trays as she grandly gestured toward us.

"Ladies, I'd like to introduce our two servers for today. This gorgeous young lady is Erika, and this adorable hunk is uh -"

She must have blanked out on my name. Smiling broadly, the five women gave us a thorough appraisal. There were three blondes, one light-haired brunette, and a very striking woman with jet-black hair. They appeared to be in their late thirties or early forties, and all were as well preserved as our tanned hostess. Whispering to the slightly bemused Gayle, my trainer must have reminded her of my name.

"Oh yes. That's right. His name is Bill. I must have been distracted by his considerable charm. And his obvious assets."

Chuckles were shared as it seemed as if that all the women had caught sight of the bulge in my suit and were staring between my legs. Feeling a slight twitch in the pouch, I blushed under the direct scrutiny. Gayle let them look for a moment before she continued.

"They are here to serve you brunch this morning, and to act as cabana boy and girl for those who stay to swim this afternoon. We'll start with mimosas, unless you'd prefer coffee, which either of our servers would be happy to get for you."

Her opening remarks concluded, she motioned for us to begin serving. Erika started on one side of the sunlit room and I took my tray to the other. With light streaks scattered through her shoulder length hair, the attractive brunette sat on a couch waiting for me. Sparkling green eyes checked me out, starting with the collar around my neck and ending down between my thighs. Like our hostess, she was deeply tanned and sported a white lacy cover-up that only partly hid the metallic gold string bikini she wore underneath.

"I'll have a mimosa, and save the coffee for later."

Gracefully, she reached for a glass on my tray, and I bent slightly to offer it her.

"You look like you work out."

I blushed under her intense examination, and my cock began to respond, slowly swelling inside the white slingshot.

"Yes Ma'am. I swim."

"Please, call me 'Angela'. I knew those sleek muscles came from some athletic activity. Did you bring a swimsuit for later?"

My blush deepened as l straightened up, realizing that her eyes were squarely focused on the growing bulge in the front of my costume.

"Yes Ma'am, I did."

"I can't wait to see what it looks like on you."

She sipped her cocktail and eyed me over the edge of the glass. Sitting next to her, a tall blonde with pale blue eyes leaned forward. Wearing a tiny pair of pastel blue shorts and a loose white blouse, she had it partly opened to expose the top of a pair of gently swelling breasts. As her shirt gaped wider, I tried not to stare at the upper curves of her shallow globes.

"Young man, could I have one of those?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Shuffling my feet so that I could turn to face her, I offered her the tray. After taking a glass from the tray, she leaned back against the couch and delicately sipped it, looking me up and down, lingering between my thighs. Lightly tanned, she had the cool look of a fashion model, slim legs and smallish breasts.

"My name is Lorraine."

The other woman posed a question for me.

"So how did you meet Gayle?"

I hesitated, blushing again as I wondered how to answer. Angela leaned closer, waiting for my reply.

"Uh, we met in a clothing store. A costume shop, I guess you might call it."

"Oh, like a Halloween costumes?"

"Kind of like that."

"What's the name of the store? Maybe I know it."

My blush deepened as I shifted my weight. My cock continued to thicken, and I could feel the force of it pressing the white nylon out away from me. Both women keep glancing down below my waist as they waited for my answer, trying to watch it distend the front of my suit without being too obvious.

"It's called 'The Velvet Fist'."

Silently, they exchanged a knowing glance with each other. After she took another sip, Lorraine spoke up.

"Although we've never met, I believe that you have met my daughter.

"Your daughter?"

Puzzled, I looked down at the blonde with the pale blue eyes, wracking my brain trying to figure out how I could have possibly met her daughter. With a slightly raised eye brow, she continued.

"Her name is Paige. And I believe that you met her at a pool party two weeks ago."

Like a punch to the stomach, it suddenly dawned on me exactly what party she meant. Paige, the name sounded familiar, but the memories of that afternoon were pretty jumbled. I figured that she was probably blonde, and besides Melissa, who was the hostess that day, I think there was only one more. But for the life of me, I couldn't remember her. The uncomfortable moment ended only when Gayle walked up next to me, sliding her arm around my bare shoulders, her fingertips playing lightly across my skin.

"So ladies, is our young server meeting your needs?"

The inference was not lost on the two seated women. They smiled as Lorraine answered.

"So far. He was just telling us where you met, 'The Velvet Fist'."

Pressing her full breasts into my side, the bronzed hostess chuckled.

"Yes, that was an entertaining afternoon, very revealing too. In fact, you see this costume he's wearing? I bought for him there."

That immediately gave the three women permission to openly admire my torso, again spending more time ogling my crotch than anywhere else. The full-bodied blonde who was sitting on the other side of Lorraine interrupted.

"I don't mean to barge in, but I was wondering if I could get a cup of coffee. I need some before I start with the mimosas, otherwise I'll be completely worthless the rest of the day."

"Certainly. Our young man will be delighted to get you a cup."

Eager to escape the women's direct scrutiny, I started to return to the kitchen. Smiling, Gayle stood in my path and guided me back to the women on the couch.

"Bill, let me introduce Kim. She likes her coffee sweet, with lots of cream, just like she likes her men."

Nodding my head as I felt my face flush, I backed away.

Once I was in the kitchen pouring a cup of coffee, I felt panicky. I had to let Erika know about Lorraine and her daughter. As I reentered the sunny room with another silver tray containing the coffee, cream and some sugar substitute, I looked around for my trainer. Facing away from the French doors, she was standing in front of the lady with the jet-black hair, her bare legs spread about a foot apart. I didn't understand why until I saw a manicured hand glide between them, caressing her skin as it slid up the back of her thigh to cup her exposed ass cheek.

The buxom blonde was waiting, so I couldn't watch any more. After crossing the room, I bent over to offer her the coffee. Kim made me wait for a minute while she leisurely uncrossed her legs and slowly leaned forward. Her bright pink shorts were long and baggy, offering a lot of coverage for her wide hips and fleshy thighs, but what caught my attention were her breasts. They were large and full, round melons that pressed urgently against the tight fitting sleeveless blouse she wore. And through the white cotton, I could see the imprint of oversized nipples. There was a knowing smile in her blue eyes as I finished appraising her body. Ignoring the tray that I extended to her, she asked.

"Did I overhear you say that you work out? That you swim?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Dropping her steady gaze to the tray I held, she reached with both hands, not to take the cup I was offering, but to slide her palms up my thighs. Startled by her bold action, I almost tipped the tray into her lap. She ignored the near miss, enjoying the feel of my muscles as she squeezed and massaged them, coming ever closer to the swollen bulge in my white suit.

"I so like the feel of muscles that are firmed and toned by swimming. I much prefer them to the bulky mass of weight lifters."

She was silent as she relished the experience of stroking my thighs. Working her way ever higher, she brushed the underside of my tightly bound balls through the suit as the two women on her left leaned closer to watch, their eyes totally focused on the distended lump in front. I exhaled when as she released me.

"Turn around."

However briefly, I hesitated before I obeyed her directive. And when I did face the other direction, Erika had a disapproving look on her face. She shook her head slowly and I nodded back, figuring that my mistake was a momentary reluctance, however brief. Only then did I notice that she now standing with her feet spread wide, and the black haired lady no longer was stroking her shapely thighs. Instead, she appeared to have the fingers of one hand deep in Erika's crotch.

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed my ass cheeks and started squeezing. The blonde, I assumed it was the blonde was vigorous in her treatment, pushing them together and pulling them wide apart. I had to be careful not to spill the coffee I was holding.

"I love the way this suits leaves his butt bare. And the way the strap splits his cheeks apart, disappearing into the valley between. Just adorable!"

Suddenly, she swatted me, the sound echoing sharply across the room.

"Okay. Now give me my coffee."

Obediently, I turned and finally offered her the tray. I wondered if was cold now, but she didn't seem to mind, eyeing the engorged lump in my suit as she poured the cream into the black liquid, slowly stirred it and brought it up to her full lips. I started to turn back toward the kitchen when she stopped me in my tracks, still staring at my crotch.

"I'm looking forward to getting to know you better. All of you."

My cock surge higher at her words, and I was relieved when Gayle called to me from the French doors. Grateful to avoid any more scrutiny, at least for the moment, I turned to go. Erika was moaning as the black haired woman brought her to the edge of a climax, her knees buckling as I passed her, the spasms rippling through her sleek body.

The tanned hostess had preceded me back into the kitchen. After taking the coffee tray from me, she thrust a platter of delicately browned pastries in my hands.

"Here, serve these."

Backing up a step, she smiled and then dropped her dark brown eyes, raking my lower body with her frank stare.

"I think you two are making quite an impression."

Awkwardly holding the tray with both hands, I started to offer a lame reply when she abruptly reached down beneath the tray I held and cupped my balls. With my mouth half open, I froze, and she wrapped her other hand around the thickened shaft. Smiling into my eyes, she began to post up and down, slowly stroking my cock through the thin nylon.

"Yes, I think my guests are very pleased with your extraordinary physical attribute."

After a half a dozen leisurely strokes, she released her double fisted grip and stepped back, tilted her head toward the other room.

"Don't keep the guests waiting, Bill."

Nodding silently, I turned to go and suddenly realized that my engorged cockhead felt like it was about to pop free of the shallow confines of the suit. As I walked back toward the guests, I held the tray aside and glanced down. The dark reddish bulb was peeking out of the stretched waistband, and with each step I took, it inched closer to total freedom.

My trainer was now serving pastries to the women I had already met, so that left me with the other two, the woman with the jet black hair who had been fondling Erika and another blonde. They studied the bulging pouch of my suit as I approached, sipping their mimosas as they watched it wobble.

"Would you ladies like something to eat?"

I tried for my best elegant waiter act, trying desperately to ignore the bobbing protuberance below the tray. The pretty blonde, her hair streaked with highlights, smiled. Through the lacy cover-up, I could see she had on a pink string bikini, full breasts filling the tiny triangles of the bra cups.

"I think I will. Are you offering what's on your tray? Or what you're carrying inside your costume?"

I was speechless, completely unprepared for the directness of her words. Still smiling, she leaned forward and retrieved a mini quiche from my tray. Shifting on the couch, the sultry black haired woman looked me up and down, mostly down. Her dark blue cover-up was like a caftan, loose and full length, falling all the way to the floor and effectively hiding her figure. Without a word, she leaned closer, but instead of taking a pastry, she reached under the tray I extended toward her and gripped my swollen shaft. I gasped.

"Gayle said that you were very well endowed."

Leaning closer, she let her fingertips trail up the underside my stalk until they reached the bloated head. As she caressed me through taut material, she looked up and smiled.

"So did my daughter."

My voice caught in my throat as I replied.

"Your daughter?"

"Yes, she met you at the same pool party as Lorraine's girl. Savannah's her name. She was very graphic in describing you. And your dick."

I didn't what to say. My mind was spinning, trying to remember which girl this daughter was. As her fingers continued to explore me through the thin cloth, she lowered her blue eyes back to my crotch and introduced herself.

"I'm Sandra, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Bill. You, and your big dick."

I opened my mouth but no words came out. Finished with her pastry, the blonde leaned closer, observing what Sandra was doing to my cock as it strained against the shiny nylon. While the fingers of one hand continued to rub the rounded surface of my bulb, the stunning black haired guest reached between my thighs to cup my balls with the other. Jouncing them slightly in her palm, she glanced up at me and grinned.

"Your friend is pretty responsive to manual manipulation. Are you?"

I opened my mouth but again, I could only sputter. Patiently, the black haired woman waited, abandoning my balls and letting her fingertips play up and down the length of my shaft, lightly tracing the throbbing veins.

"Hmm? Are you sensitive, Bill?"

She paused.

"Your dick seems to be enjoying all the attention."

Still I couldn't talk. Sandra continued her teasing game, paying particular attention to my engorged knob, circling the ridge with her fingers, pressing the cloth into gaping cavity of my cockhole with her fingernail. Taking a sip of champagne and then setting it on a side table, the pretty blonde leaned forward.

"Maybe he can't talk when someone's playing with his stiff cock."

Gayle appeared at my elbow, resting her hand on my shoulder, pressing those firm breasts into my side. She glanced down at my crotch, examining the way the black haired woman was amusing herself with the jutting pouch of my suit.

"Be careful with him, Sandra. You know the guidelines."

"Yeah, I know. The girl can cum but the boy can't. It doesn't seem fair to leave him on the edge like this."

"Fair or not, that is what you will do."

Suddenly, Sandra released me and sat back against the couch, almost pouting as she glanced up into my face. She had gorgeous blue eyes, pale and piercing. And suddenly, I remembered those same blue eyes at the pool party, but I still couldn't recall the daughter. As the bronzed hostess stroked my shoulders, I offered the blonde my tray.

"No, thank you. I'm Gloria, and I'm so glad that Gayle insisted that I come. I wasn't going to, but she hinted that there would be a special attraction. That's you, right?"

Still not trusting my voice, I nodded. Dropping her blue eyes down below my tray, she stared at the twitching pouch as she continued.

"How do feel about not being able to cum while your girlfriend can all she wants?"

I cleared my throat, finally forcing myself to respond.

"Umm, those the rules. And I just accept them."

The two seated women just looked me. I guess they wanted more.

"And uh, she's not my girlfriend. She's my trainer."

Gayle kept massaging my muscles, gradually drifting lower until she was caressing the swell of my lower back, just above my bared ass cheeks. Blonde Gloria wanted to know.

"You mean, like a personal trainer? For working out?"

As I noticed a slight smile play across Sandra's lips, I wondered exactly how much I should divulge about the Club.

"Sort of."

They waited for me to continue. Evidently, that wasn't enough detail for them. I was saved from blabbing too much when Erika appeared from the kitchen carrying a tray with the fruit kebobs. I started to squirm as our hostess slid her hand over my right buttock, cupping it and squeezing firmly. Sandra took a skewer from the tray as Gloria pursued her line of thought, speaking to the young server.

"I understand that you're this young man's trainer. What exactly are you training him for?"

Erika didn't glance at me as she answered, setting the tray down on the side table.

"He's made application to join a secret society on campus, and he's required to do exactly as I say. I'm training him to control himself, to control this."

Without warning, she reached between my thighs and curled her hand over the bloated head of my cock. Startled, I froze as the woman watched Erika's hand, squeezing me lightly.

"As we all know, once a man has an erect penis, he loses all pretext of being civilized. So I am teaching him when to keep it in his pants, when to take it out, and when to stay fully erect."

Her squeezes grew more pronounced, until she was openly jacking me up and down, being careful to keep my bloated pole hidden inside the suit. The tanned blonde drained the last of her mimosa. Putting the empty glass back on the table, she leaned close to me and began stroking the outside of my nearest thigh. Gayle kept palming my bare butt, and as my trainer continued to fondle my raging hard-on, she barked.

"Spread your legs."

Obediently, awkwardly, I obeyed Erika's command. Still holding the tray, I shuffled my feet apart and let the pretty blonde slide her hand high up the inside of my upper thigh. Licking her lips as she studied the way my trainer played with me, Gloria asked.

"Can we take it out?"

"Maybe later, when he's cooled off a bit. He's under strict orders not to ejaculate."