Chapter 10

"Girls-girls," Helen shouted above the hub-hub as her three guests were arguing amongst themselves now. "Let's just stop all of this bickering. George is standing here with this beautiful erection and despite his youth it can't last forever."

"You're so right Helen," Florence exclaimed ... "girls let's undress him first."

With lots of giggling the four women quickly unbuttoned George's thin cotton shirt and slipped it over his broad shoulders. Suddenly all of the giggling ceased as they stared awestruck at the magnificent specimen that his nakedness presented. He was shorter than the four women but his powerful body was beautifully put together. The twin halves of his chest were finely etched, twitching with excitement, while underneath his washboard-like abdominals rippled with every movement he made. Centered in the lush black nest of his pubic hair his huge cock jutted slightly upwards, curving earthwards as though bent by the great weight of his glistening red knob. Long strands of oily spittle dangled down from its gaping slit, flapping about with the rapid beat of his pulse, seemed to make it all the more menacing. George stood proud, his powerful legs set wide apart so that they could get a good image of his great semen filled balls as they hung down in their delicate sacks of hair-flecked skin, almost to his knees. His small, compact body was completely overpowered by the massiveness of his cock and balls.

George seemed nervous, frightened, but he was feigning this. Actually, he was going silently out of his mind for these stunning sex-pots to go to work on him. He felt like grabbing his fat shaft in his hands, waving it at them and telling them to come and get it, but he knew that for this evening at least he must play the part of the submissive male.

"Good heavens the way his cock and balls are they look like a wheeled cannon ready to shoot," Terry exclaimed, finally breaking the silence.

"YES-YES, Florence gasped. "But don't you notice something different beside their size ... don't you notice the fresh, boyish quality about them; they seem as delicate and clean as a baby's ... oh sucking him off is going to be simply heaven. Not like sucking our husbands' gnarled old hairy cocks."

"George, these girls are getting so hot for your fat cock that they might eat you right up as you stand there." Helen laughed, then in a sterner voice. "Get up on the table boy."

Obediently George walked to the table, shaking his slim, boyish hips just a trifle which magnified itself into a great thrashing about, back and forth, of his great prong, flinging clear strands of spittle onto Helen's black nyloned thigh. Immediately Florence was on her knees avidly licking the thin strings from the sheer hose before they could absorb it.

"M-m-m-m ... if that's any indication how he's going to taste he'll be delicious," Florence murmured. "As though giving thanks for the opportunity that she had afforded her, Florence jammed her face into Helen's humid crotch and there were wet, sucking sounds as Helen ground her great mid-section into the lovely brunette's face, whimpering her assent. Florence lingered at this for only a few moments, whereas under ordinary circumstances it would have taken a team of horses to drag her away. She scrambled to her feet to make certain that she wasn't done out of the meal fit for kings that was in the offing.

Helen placed her exquisitely gloved palms on George's muscular shoulders and pressed firmly back till he lay prone on the shaky table, his legs dangling over at the knees, his great shaft jutting so far skywards that it was almost at the frantic women's eye-level. The clear sex juices were flowing freely now from the wide slit atop his apple-like knob now, dribbling down over the heavily veined shaft to mingle with the soft black hairs at its base.

"Girls," Grace exclaimed. "He appears to be calm enough but look at the way his cock is waving back and forth; his pulse is racing like mad ... why he's as excited as we are."

And George was excited, nearly out of his mind in fact with a craving to have the bee-stung, lipstick coated lips of any of these fine aristocratic females on his cock. He was playing the part of the subjugated male to the hilt but it was becoming increasingly hard to do so as they just stood there admiring the incredible masculinity of him as if awaiting some signal for action to start. Finally it became just too much for him to bear and he blurted out, "C'mon ladies have a heart."

"Oh our little boy wants our little bridge group to suck his cock for him, does he?" Terry giggled, licking her lips till they gleamed redly. "What do you say Helen, you're the hostess?"

"It would be impossible for us to take him one at a time girls because we could never agree in a million years who should go first," Helen chuckled. "The only fair way is for us to take him as we stand now, me at his feet, Florence by his cock, Grace by his chest and Terry by his head."

"That's no fair, Florence has the best part," Grace and Terry shouted simultaneously.

"Well then why don't we let Terry start first at his head for a few moments, then the rest of us on down the line, but I reserve the right to be the only one to touch him with my hands, he'll just love the sensation of my new kids on his bare flesh, it should pay dividends for the rest of you. After he comes we can change positions."

The others reluctantly agreed to this as it made sense. Terry began by leaning over and licking the side of his face that was nearest to her, a simple enough gesture in itself, but it foretold of unbelievable sensations that awaited him. Her tongue darted into his ear and she laved it into slippery wetness. Then as she left the ear and glued her lush lips to George's, her tongue forcing its way between his teeth, Grace leaned forwards and licked the area around his boyish nipple till it was saturated with her saliva. She took the rose budlike tidbit between her lips and nipped it with her sharp teeth.

Now it was time for the piece de resistance as Helen reached out and captured George's frantically waving shaft in tenacious gloved fingers and held it stationary for Florence. The brunette opened her mouth into a wide O and leaning forwards held it a scant inch from the throbbing knob, breathing in the sexy aroma of it, savoring the incredible tension that she was creating as the other women held their breaths. Then like a lizard snatching a fly up with his rapier-like tongue, hers darted out and penetrated the half inch long slit, tickling it madly, then withdrawing almost immediately.

"Stop fuckin' around and go down on him ya bitch," Helen snapped impatiently, reverting to her "Frieda" character in the heat of her excitement.

"We didn't set any time limit my deah," Florence said haughtily as she began rub her face over his dripping cock-head. She continued to rub her face lovingly over the velvety surfaces. Occasionally when the great red plum came near her mouth she would flick her tongue out and lap up the delectable fluid that was running down the cleft on its underside. It seemed to her as though the cleft was created by ages of cock drippings, like a river set in a chasm of its own making. But it couldn't be, this magnificent stud was only seventeen years old.

Her mind wandered aimlessly as she savored the scent of his juicy cock, enjoyed the sensation of its wild throbbing against her cheeks. The other women were becoming increasingly angry over the willowy brunette's obvious delaying tactics and Florence sensing this, frightened of losing her pole position to one of the others, jammed lips that were slippery with his oil down onto his huge cock-head. She tightened her lips as though it were a giant red grape and she was trying to split it.

George groaned with intense pleasure-pain, feeling as though she was going to split it as her lips approached his knob's widest diameter at the flaring ridge where it was joined to his shaft. Finally with an intense effort she worked her lips over the ridge and they snapped down over the edge onto his foreskin, locking the great knob in her mouth as securely as if she had used a larger bolt. Then the room was filled with wet sucking sounds as she sloshed the giant knob around in her mouth with her tongue.

"Go Baby GO!!" George wailed as he pounded his clenched fists on the table, cards flying all over the room.

And Florence really did go; she tried desperately to bob her head up and down but found that this was impossible because she couldn't force her frantic lips back up onto his huge knob. She contended herself with rolling her head from side to side and lashing the captured giant with her tongue, her teeth nibbling away at his bunched foreskin.

Now it was Helen's turn to join the act. She removed her gloved hands that had been jerking his fat shaft and cupped the great, hairy balls that were resting on the card table. She squeezed them between her kid encased fingers as though she were squeezing the rubber bulb on an old fashioned auto horn.

Then she thought of a better way. She released his balls for the moment as George groaned in protest, reaching down to try and replace her hands where they had been. Avoiding his grasp she grabbed his legs and pulled him towards her, the three guests muttering angrily through well stuffed mouths as they were forced to slide along with him. When his ass reached the edge of the table his balls dropped over the edge and bounced up and down like two yo-yos. Then she released him for this was what she wanted, dropping to her knees and capturing his pendulous orbs once again. She licked her lips in anticipation as she contented herself for the moment with playing with them. Raising them up till they were horizontal to the ground, then releasing them so that they swung wildly back and forth like two giant pendulums; clapping them together and rolling them about in her saturated gloved palms; squeezing them together so that a deep cleavage was formed between.

"My goodness," Helen giggled as she wormed her long tongue between the cleavage. "I can't remember when I've seen hairy breasts before, it's rather exciting ladies."

"Now ... slurp ... who is ... making ... slurp ... jokes?" Florence gurgled through a completely stuffed, wildly sucking mouth.

"But really my deah I'm not joking one bit. George has a lovely pair of hairy tits down here. You'll find out when it's your turn at this position."

The incredible masculinity of his monstrous balls was really getting to Helen and she could kid no longer. She opened her extremely large mouth wide and gulped a ball in its entirety into its hot confines, at the same time continuing to toy with its mate, squeezing, pinching, yanking it gently down till it was half way to the floor.

"For GOD'S sake hurry Florence," Terry screamed as she raised her lips from her soul kissing for a moment. "What does he taste like?"

"Delicious ... slurp ... my deah ... simply ... slurp ... delicious," Florence gurgled.

Then fearful again that the other three might vote a change in their positions, Florence really went to work with a vengeance on George's massive prong, violently tossing her head from side to side, at the same time sucking his great knob as intensely as she could.

Helen felt a hardening of the ball in her mouth and she pinched her lips down on it hard to assist the sperm on its way; at the same time releasing his other ball and reaching up over her head to grasp his fat shaft, jerking it mightily.

George was in a delirium of sexual ecstasy, feeling as though he were in the grip of four suctioning vacuum tubes. Never before had any feelings ever approached the sensations that were sending delicious electric charges through his nerve system. He felt his discharge building up in his balls, but he didn't want to come now, he walked the marvelous exciting feelings to continue forever. He tried to think of unpleasant things, things that might delay his orgasm so that he might savor it a little while longer. He thought of his father, his cruel, disgusting father. He thought of his horny old hands on Olga's big teats while his mother lay desperately ill upstairs. He thought of the constant beatings that his father would give him in the woodshed, not because of anything he had done, but just to satisfy his sadistic nature. He thought of the manure pile that he alone was required to shovel during all of his younger years. He thought of these things and it made him realize how lucky he was. Kids in school had always derided him in the locker room, calling him "big cock." He knew now that they were all envious. The huge prick that he had always felt self-conscious about, setting him apart from the other boys as sort of a freak, now was to be his meal ticket. Many women would make a meal of it and he would fuck them too. If he played his cards right there was no limit to the heights he could reach.

His wandering thoughts delayed his orgasm for a few moments, but no male, especially a seventeen year old boy, could withstand the fiery onslaught of these frantic women for long. His sperm inflated balls tensed and sent the sticky, white fluid shooting up the great length of his shaft, the first hot load blasted the brunette's head off of his great knob. She desperately tried to get her lips back in place but not quickly enough as the second blast hit her on the tip of her nose with a loud splat, sending hot semen shooting into her eyes, her hair and all over her face. Oddly, George in a detached way thought of someone he had seen on TV in an old Mack Sennete comedy being hit full in the face with a cake of whipped cream. And just as the actor had stood there quietly, licking the cream from around his lips, Florence did too.

But the other three stunning women were galvanized into instant action as his sperm shot skywards.

"Look at old faithful go," Terry screamed as she leaned over George's prostrate form, twisting her head so that she caught the third load in her gaping mouth on its downward course.

"My turn," Grace screamed as she made the mistake of placing her open mouth a scant inch above George's wildly ejaculating cock and taking the full blast of the fourth shot down her throat and she fell into a fit of gasping and coughing as she couldn't swallow it properly as some of it went down the wrong throat.

The blasts were diminishing in intensity now as Helen and Terry alternated in catching the sticky fluid, their Adam's apples working rapidly as they swallowed the creamy cum. Finally Terry caught the last little spurt and Helen jammed her lips down on the rapidly receding penis, so small now that her nose was pressed into the hair of his black bush. She milked his soft shaft of the semen that hadn't been able to make its exit, tightening her gloved fingers at its base and pulling upwards, forcing the delicious fluid along ahead, sucking it greedily into her mouth.

"That's enough ... THAT'S ENOUGH," George wailed as Helen continued to suck, a great straining hurt shooting through his balls.

"Now ladies let's move down a position," Helen giggled, her face flushed a beet red as George's shrunken cock plopped from her mouth. "It's SMORGASBORD time."