I felt the hands on my cock again. They held it up and stroked it some. Then I felt the end of the twelve inch ruler laying against the upper side of my cock. It was cold the tip felt sharp at the very bottom of the shaft. They applied some pressure to give me every benefit of doubt.
That’s it. Now hold tight, Charlie” Monica said and I felt a slippery finger enter my anis again. There was a chorus of hoots and howls as my dick must have climbed another half inch up the ruler.
“Wow, that looks like a good solid seven and three quarter inches, We are going to use inches aren’t we? Or do you want to go with the metric system,” asked Monika.
“Now Charlie, before The girls leave they want to see you jerk yourself off and cum all over your tummy.” Darlene said.
“Jesus! Darlene you ‘re all crazy. I am not going to....
“Yes Charlie, That’s what we all want. Nikki cooed as she and Monica took hold of my ankles. They opened me up like they were going to make a wish. Rebecca slid her oiled thumb into my anis with one deft thrust. Do you like my finger in here? Charlie?”
Unnnnhhhh,” I gasped as her thumb turned and probed my asshole.
“That’s a good boy give us a nice big load of your sweet cum.”
“Yessss! Come on stud muffin make it shoot for us. Were all watching you, Charlie.”
They were all on their knees around the coffee table. Their faces were just a foot or two from my pulsing cock. My resolve began to weaken. Once I felt that splash of oil dribbling down over my cock I was a goner. I slid my hands down my belly and wrapped them around my rigid cock like I was up at the plate gripping a bat. I began to pump my cock lewdly with slow exaggerated strokes. It felt so good to be jerking off like this for my wife’s friends.
The thumb or was it two fingers now probed deeper into my ass and I began to feel that subtle first pulsing deep in my loins. I wailed, “I think I’m cumming.”
Stop Him! Darlene said and someone smacked my cock so sharply that it went from genuine Norwegian wood to rubber soul. The fingers was pulled so quickly out of my ass that I thought I heard one of those plopping pops you hear when you lever your finger against your cheek.
“Maybe we should tie that cock and balls up so he can’t cum so quickly.”
“Ummm Then he’ll build up a super size load for us,” Nikki said. I just can’t wait.”
Rebecca volunteered her nylons. One was used as a gag and the other was wound so tightly around the root of my cock and balls that it turned instantly red and then purple.
“Now lets start this all over. But it’s my turn to bareback ride this pony.”
Nikki slipped out of her dress and stripped off her panties. She climbed on my face and really nestled down over my nose and mouth.
I would have been smothered if I didn’t quickly get the rhythm of gasping for a breath as she rocked forward and back on my face. My proboscis was buried in her pussy and she rubbed her clit savagely against the bone.
“Use that tongue, Charlie. Work it right in there you perverted ass hole muncher,” Darlene hissed. Nikki reached back and began smacking my thigh sharply and I lapped feverishly at her asshole each time she rocked back. She must have looked like a jockey on her mount pounding down the home stretch. I could hardly breathe and only managed to do so by using my head to lift her at just the right point in her stride so I could snatch a breath.
“OK, lets cut him loose! shouted Monika. And someone grabbed my cock and released the turns of nylon. OK Charlie boy grab that saddle horn for us and lets see your gallop.”
I erupted so forcefully that it must have shot up Nikki’s bare back. In my mind’s eye I saw my pearly gism hit her back in ropes and drizzle down along her spine and through the cleft of her ass to my chest. I felt it hit my chest and Nikki dismounted my head and hands massaged it into my belly and chest. Fingers kept coming into my mouth and I realized they were going to feed me every drop of my own sticky ejaculate. When the activities subsided I lay across the cushion on top of that low square table sprawled and spent. The ladies laughed and said goodbye as if they were leaving a museum luncheon. The last thing I heard was a litany of, “Thank you Charlie.”
And that is how it all began. They still call it The Book Club. I don’t know if it is a dig at my naiveté or just a convenient name. I do know there actually is a book. It is a photo album and journal for the club. We husbands don’t forget that the ladies have each of the parties well documented.
Oh yes, Since there is one open month in the party schedule the ladies are discussing a grand slam end of the year weekend retreat party with all of us waiters present at the same time. The tentative theme for that night so far is Ï’ve Got Milk.” I’ll keep you posted.
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