WVC Ch. 25: The Ladies Brunch

"Of course you may. And I will be delighted to suck your big cock until you explode in my mouth."

Tight in her double fisted grip, my rigid pole surged higher. As she bent to her task, she resumed pumping me, but with more determination. Taking the engorged cockhead back between her lips, she bobbed up and down, slurping with wild abandon. Releasing one hand, she reached around behind me to grab my butt, squeezing it firmly before slipping her fingers into the deep valley between my cheeks.

I was panting now, my hips responding to her frantic rhythm, shoving my dripping hard-on in and out of her mouth. As her fingers found my crinkled hole, I caught my breath. Even though I was anticipating her next move, the violent force she used to jam her forefinger inside my ass took me by surprise. I cried out, threw my head back and erupted between her suctioning lips.

She didn't flinch, eagerly drinking down the flood that I gave her. When the sheer volume overwhelmed her, she kept sucking, the excess cream spilling from the sides of her mouth, dribbling down her chin, dripping onto the tiled floor. And still I kept cumming, spurt after spurt into her relentless mouth as it vacuumed my cock, jerking between her lips. Gasping for air, I realized my thighs were starting to tremble.

Yanking her finger out of my butt, she wrapped both hands around my shuddering shaft, milking the last drops of my juice into her insistent mouth. Finally, I was empty and she let my reddened bulb slip from between her lips. As she ran her pink tongue across her chin, licking at the residual discharge I'd left there, she smiled up at me.

"My goodness! You certainly needed that."

I said nothing, steadying myself by resting my hand on the doorknob. My knees felt really weak. She squeezed my thickened stalk at the base and gave me a long, slow stroke, milking out a final drop. As it perched precariously on the gaping hole of my cockslit, Gayle flicked out her tongue and lapped up the pearly liquid. She tried again, squeezing and stroking but my spent cock yielded nothing. Still not satisfied, she sucked my reddened knob back into her mouth and posted up and down once more.

Finally, she gave up and let my slowly wilting hard-on fall from her lips. Reaching between my thighs, she cradled my balls, rolling them lightly in the palm of her hand. She stopped and cupped them, lifting them up as if she were weighing them.

"They still feel full and bloated."

Leaning forward as she held my softening cock high and out of the way, she planted a soft kiss on each rounded sphere.

"But that will have to do for now."

Releasing her grip, she stood up and checked her appearance in the mirror. Wiping a drop from her upper chest, she grinned at my reflection as she popped her finger into her mouth, making a show of sucking it for me.

"You really are tasty."

Turning around, she leaned back onto the countertop and glanced down at my crotch. Thick and heavy, my cock pointed back toward her, twitching under her direct gaze as it gradually relaxed.

"What are you going to wear while you're serving my guests poolside?"

"Uh, I brought my swimsuit."

Her eyes were glittering as she glanced back up at me.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, Ma'am. Uh, a ring. A black rubber one."

"Then put it on."

"Yes Ma'am."

Returning to the small room with my still swollen pole swaying before me, I rummaged in my bag to retrieve the cock ring. Conscious of her eyes on me, I pulled the black rubber out and slipped it first around my balls, and then I squeezed my thickened shaft through the rubber so that it circled both my cock and balls, nestling tightly against my lower abdomen.

"Show me."

Turning to face her, I felt the blood reverse and start to flow back into my cock, the stalk filling under her direct gaze and beginning to stretch out and up. Watching it thicken and grow, twitching as it rose from between my thighs, she nodded approvingly.

"Perfect. Now the swimsuit."

Reaching back into the bag, I pulled out the white nylon. With my swelling pole swinging between my thighs, I stepped into the tiny G-string and drew it up my legs, cupping my tightly bound balls to set them in the bottom of the pouch. Stretching the flimsy material, I arranged my expanding cock as best I could. The weight of my shaft pressed the thin cloth out away from me, and as I settled it on my hips, I glanced down at the protruding bulge. I didn't remember the suit being this loose and stretched out.

Peering closer, I realized that not only was the large purplish head clearly visible through the nearly sheer nylon, but the pulsing veins that lined my cockshaft were quite obvious. Even the dark hole at the tip of my rounded bulb could be seen. I didn't remember it being this transparent either.

The tanned brunette sauntered over and reached down to caress the prominent lump, smiling broadly as she stroked me through the gauzy nylon.

"The ladies will love you in this. I was concerned that emptying your balls might cause you to appear umm, -- less enthusiastic."

Gayle and I both watched as she curled her fingers around my knob, tracing the ridge that circled it. Feeling it jerk under her touch, she gripped the swollen stalk through the white cloth and grinned up at me.

"I guess I shouldn't have worried. With that ring and your rapid recovery, no one will ever know that you just came."

With a final squeeze, she let me go and unlocked the door.

"Wait a minute, and then join me in the kitchen."

And then she was gone. As she directed, I waited before exiting the room. Walking down the hall, I was very conscious of my distended cock wobbling in the loose pouch but no one saw me. They must all be outside.

Gayle had her back turned toward me as I walked into the expansive kitchen. Before I could speak, Erika came back in from the pool. Wearing a pair of dark sunglasses, she looked stunning with the skimpy bikini, her full breasts jigging with each step. It must be hot outside. I could see beads of perspiration had collected in the deep valley of her chest. Dabbing at the moisture on her upper lip, she started to say something when Gayle turned around.

"There you are. I'd begun to wonder if you'd gotten lost. Or maybe one of the guests had appropriated you for a private session."

Retrieving a pair of sunglasses similar to the ones Erika wore, she handed them to me and gestured at the two trays of fresh mimosas she had waiting on the counter.

'These are ready to go, one for each of you."

Turned slightly away from Erika, the bronzed hostess winked at me and deliberately dropped her gaze, staring pointedly at the prominent bulge in my suit.

"My goodness! Doesn't that thing ever go down?"

My face was burning as I slid the sunglasses on and picked up the nearest tray, heading toward the pool. Grabbing her own tray, my trainer caught up with me just before we stepped through the wide doors that opened out onto the enormous deck that surrounded the glittering water.

"You all right?"

"I'm fine."

"I thought she might be proving difficult to put off."

"No, she just wanted to help."

"I'll bet she did."

Although the tray obscured my own view of the jutting pouch of my suit, I could feel it bob and sway. Knowing that anyone who peeked under my tray would get an eyeful, I took a deep breath, I surveyed the guests and stepped out into the brilliant sunlight.

Sandra and Gloria were lying on a pair of lounge chairs to one side of the sparkling pool, both face down and soaking up the sun. Lorraine was on her back on the other, motionless and wearing sunglasses. Angela was next to her, sitting up and rubbing sun lotion on her arms and shoulders. Kim was nowhere to be seen. Beside me, Erika called out to the guests.

"Who's ready for another mimosa?"

Angela had seen us emerge from the interior of the house so she replied immediately.

"I'll take one."

I was nearest so I started toward her as the two on the other side rolled over. Both had untied their bikini tops. Gloria made a halfhearted effort to cover her chest but the black haired woman didn't bother, her full globes swaying heavily as she propped herself up. I caught a glimpse of her large reddish nipples crinkled and erect as Erika moved toward them.

As I approached the seated Angela, I could feel her eyes on me through the dark glasses she wore. Lorraine roused herself, rising up onto her elbows so she could watch too. Standing at the foot of her deck chair, I bent slightly at the waist, offering the tanned brunette the mimosas. She made me wait, leaning sideways to peer under the tray I extended, making certain that I knew she was ogling my crotch. Finally, she took a glass.

"That's a marvelous swimsuit. It makes your dick look huge."

Immediately, I felt my face flush as Lorraine giggled. Somehow, I managed to stammer.

"Umm, thank you."

Taking a sip from her glass, Angela gazed down between my thighs, staring directly at the twitching pouch.

"How big are you?"

I was speechless, staring wide-eyed back at the shapely brunette in the gold string bikini as she took another taste of the cocktail. Beet red, I heard her ask again

"So, how big is your dick?"

Swallowing, I finally managed to mumble.

"Umm, a little over eight inches, Ma'am."

"Really?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Gayle emerge from the house and head toward us. I cleared my throat and went on.

"Ah, actually, it's really closer to nine."

Lorraine sat up, swinging her long legs off the lounge chair so she could retrieve a glass from my tray.

"I believe it. His cock looks enormous in that tiny thong, even bigger than I remember from this morning.'

Holding her glass aside, the slim blonde leaned closer to get a better look at the front of my distended suit. Eyeing the throbbing bulge, she sipped the cold beverage.

"Are you wearing something under that swim suit, young man?"

I hesitated, and then sensing the hostess hovering right next to me, I nodded.

"Something that enhances your big cock?"

"Yes Ma'am. A ring."

Sliding her arms around my shoulder, Gayle pressed her firm breasts into my side and explained.

"It's a cock ring, made of black rubber. It's designed to lift and display his balls. And to keep his oversized dick hard and erect."

"If it's supposed to display the boy's equipment, why isn't he displaying it?"

I didn't have an answer for that, and neither did Gayle. Rubbing against me to make sure that I knew her nipples were rigid with excitement, she turned to me, a gleam in her eye.

"Lorraine has a very good question, doesn't she?"

I nodded, feeling the bulge inside my skimpy suit bob in agreement. Behind their dark sunglasses, the two seated women sipped their drinks, watching the animated show under my tray.

"Here, let me hold that."

Uncertain of my next step, I allowed the bronzed hostess to relieve me of the silver tray and stood there waiting.

"Well, go ahead. Pull your suit down and show the ladies your display ring."

Feeling the heat rising in my face, I nervously hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband, took a deep breath, and tugged the flimsy nylon partway down my thighs. My stiff cock swung free, the waistband just under my tightly bound balls, lifting them high into the air. I swallowed and glanced down. Jerking and twitching, my hard-on refused to come to a stop, swaying back and forth as it jutted out toward the two on the lounge chairs. No one said a word as they studied the thick veins pulse eagerly along the sides of the bloated shaft, watching the dark red bulb quiver in the bright sunlight, examining the single eye as it gaped open.

Holding her drink in one hand, Angela reached out, lightly running her fingertip around the high ridge that crowned my cockhead. I shivered as she caressed the taut surface of rounded knob, teasing the shiny skin. And when she rubbed her thumb back and forth across the slit, coaxing it to spread wide, I caught my breath.

"Why don't you assume the position, Bill?"

Since I had been so focused on what the seated brunette was doing between my thighs, I hadn't noticed that Erika had joined us. Mumbling my assent, I shuffled my feet apart and clasped my hands together on top of my head. I glanced sideways at her and my trainer gave me an approving nod, still carrying her own tray.

With her fingers still playing with my engorged bulb, Angela drained her glass and set it on Erika's tray. Now that she had both hands free, she scooted to the end of the deck chair, getting closer to me so she could curl them around the width of my stalk. Keeping her green eyes centered on the yawning cockslit, she started to post up and down, squeezing and stroking, setting a steady rhythm as she licked her lips.

Reaching between my open legs and avoiding the tanned brunette's pumping fists, Lorraine cupped my balls, weighing them in her palm of one hand. After rolling them ever so gently, she grasped the taut sac and lifted it higher. Leaning closer, the pale blonde peered intently at my balls, using the fingers of her other hand to trace the black rubber that firmly gripped them. Without raising her eyes, she asked.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"No, Ma'am."

Angela's steady stroking was beginning to have an effect, and I began to match her pace, panting as I thrust my hips against her firm grasp.

"Really?"

"Yea, Ma'am. It actually feels kind of good."

Still fondling my balls, she watched as her friend continued to jack my hard-on. From across the deck, I heard one of the women call out to Erika.

"Oh, cabana girl! We have need of your services!"

And then giggles. I guess the champagne was also beginning to have an effect. With a meaningful look at me, my trainer answered without turning.

"I'm coming."

"If not now, you will be!"

Amid another round of giggles, she leaned close to whisper in my ear.

"Remember, no ejaculating."

Gayle had straddled my hip, and I could feel the heat from her crotch on my bare skin as she lazily rubbed her stiffened nipples back and forth, making certain I felt how aroused she was. I could the grin in her voice as she reassured Erika.

"Don't worry, honey. I'll take full responsibility to save him for you. Rest assured, he's in good hands."

That tickled the two women who were fondling my hard-on, and both chortled as my trainer turned to go. Trying not to be too obvious, I peeked out from under my upraised arms to admire the way Erika's firm ass cheeks revolved atop her muscular legs, striding across the deck to serve Sandra and Gloria. Recapturing my attention, Gayle ran her fingertip down the side of my face. As she began to undulate her slim hips against mine, she whispered in my ear.

"See? She can't tell either. No one can tell that your big cock just exploded in my mouth."

As my breathing grew shallow, I looked at her. The gleam in her eyes was still there.

"And it should be easier to resist all this stimulation."

"Is he leaking yet?"

In response to her blonde friend's question, Angela abruptly stopped her double fisted pumping and held my swollen bulb high, gazing down the open cockhole, checking for any sign of precum. She shook her head at Lorraine and resumed pumping, trying to get my juice flowing. At this rate, it wouldn't take long.

Gazing down at the seated women as they stroked and fondled me, the tanned brunette nestled her hot pussy against my hip and cupped my butt, squeezing firmly she humped me.

"Your cock looks magnificent with that ring."

Indeed, the amount of blood trapped by the rubber made my hard-on look bigger than I ever remembered it. The heavy veins, thick and full, pulsed energetically as they carried the blood up to the engorged head. Dark purple and towering over the bloated stalk, it looked like it was about to burst in Angela's tight grip. I was breathing heavily, fighting to maintain control as Lorraine leaned against her friend, leaning over to peer down into the open slit. Her warm breath washed over the taut surface as she exclaimed triumphantly.

"Here it is!"

Immediately, Angela squeezed my shaft and pointed it up toward the blue sky. Perched on the lip of my cockhole, a single drop sparkled in the brilliant sunlight. While cradling my balls with one hand, Lorraine pushed her sunglasses on top of her pale hair with the other.

"Angie, hold his dick still. I want to taste him."

As it throbbed urgently in her hands, the green-eyed brunette tried to hold me motionless for Lorraine. Wetting her lips, she leaned over my trembling pole and extended a pink tongue toward the gaping slit. I held my breath as she flicked at the tip, lapping up the solitary drop. Quickly swallowing it, the blonde swirled her wet tongue all around the straining knob, bathing the skin with her saliva. Pausing momentarily to open her mouth, she stretched her lips wide and swallowed the entire bulb, slurping audibly as she began to bob up and down.

With both hands tight around the base of my shaft, Angela began to squeeze and stroke, squeeze and stroke, slowly jacking my throbbing cock into Loraine's voracious mouth. It was no surprise that with the two of them working on me, I rapidly approached the point of no return. I thought that Gayle might step in and stop them, but she just rested her head on my chest while she humped my leg.

Glancing over my shoulder, I looked to see if Erika was anywhere nearby, hoping she would come to my rescue, but she was on her knees, her head firmly wedged between Gloria's spread thighs. Sandra was kneeling beside them, having shoved aside the skimpy bottom of my trainer's bikini, her busy fingers working in and out of Erika's crotch. No help there.

Just when I thought I was going to lose it and tumble over the edge, Gayle surprised me. Disentangling herself from me, the bronzed hostess gently rested one hand one Angela's wrist and the other on Lorraine's shoulder. Although she was smiling sweetly, she was firm with her guests,

"That's enough, ladies. As much as I'd like to let you continue and bring this big cock of his to a roaring climax, I can't. I promised. Now let him go."

Reluctantly, they both released me, leaning back to watch my roaring erection jerk and quiver, forlornly reaching for the resistance necessary to climax. Big drops of clear liquid bubbled up out of the open cockhole, dribbling down the underside of my pulsing shaft to drip into a pool spreading on the wooden deck between my feet. Patting me affectionately on my bare ass, she continued to stare down at my drooling hard-on.

"Young man, I'm worried about Kim. I haven't seen her all afternoon, since everyone went to change."

She cleared her throat, and finally lifted her gaze to my face, her brown eyes hidden behind the sunglasses.

"I want you to find her, and make sure she's all right."

"Yes Ma'am."

Contemplating my jutting cock, she added.

"And put that away."

Nodding, I tucked my bloated pole back inside the flimsy suit. The force of my erection stretched the elastic waistband out away from my lower abdomen. Looking down, I could see into the basket. Circled by the tight black rubber, the base of my shaft was clearly visible. With the distended pouch sticking out before me, bouncing freely with each step, I started toward the house. Gayle called out after me.

"Be nice to her."

Once inside, I had to take off the sunglasses. It took a while for my eyes to readjust to the relative darkness. Kim was nowhere in sight, either in the sun room or the kitchen, so I headed toward the front of the house, calling out to her. Nothing. She wasn't in any of the social gathering areas there either, so I turned toward another wing where I supposed the bedrooms were.