Chapter 25-2
Girls & More Girls
Part 3
When I got on the deck, there were people everywhere. When the girls saw me, the pandemonium began, having my guard dogs stand at the ropes. The only girls that were allowed up were the Rock-water girls. You could say they were protective of their yummy little spider. Telling me that I belonged to them first, as they quickly kissed me and whispered all the things they were going to do to me afterward, rubbing my penis back into action. I was glad that it wasn't as hard as a clothesline like it was for church, but still was making its way quickly. I knew it had to be the shakes Mom was giving us, so I simply followed through as I hugged them and stimulated them why I kissed each one as I rubbed their sweet spot between us, making them moan softly.
Dad tapped me on the shoulder and said. "Ok lover boy, you're making all your fans jealous. "Personally, I felt that was the point, as I took a seat at the table provided for me and my family. Having my three favorite girls sat next to me and Nora was on the other side of the table across from me, which allowed all of them access to me. As each one did their best to stimulate me; either by hand or foot, making me very horny. You would think Mom and Dad would stop them, but I tell you Mom and Dad didn't lift a finger. Yet they were nice enough to fill my plate so I wouldn't have to get up, knowing perfectly well what they were doing to me. You could say because of that, it was very hard to eat anything as they kept getting me harder and harder.
Telling me if I even think about touching another girl other than kissing them, nibbling their earlobes, placing my hand on their butts, or going further than mid-breast, they will stop them and me. That everything else was off limits, and if a girl went any further than that while we danced, they would claw their eyes out. Reinstating my penis was off limits until further notice, gripping it with both their hands and climaxing me right there at the table.
Mom and Dad said nothing but grinned as the girls took their fingers and dipped them in my sweet nectar as they all shared it between the three of them. I am not saying Mom wasn't doing the same to Dad … they were just being more discreet about it, but it was also worth noting that Jared and Jason didn't go without with a pretty girl for each of them. When it came to the rules at the supper table Mom and Dad were breaking them by leaps and bounds. I had a feeling that Mom would have permitted it. Dad would have taken Mom right there on the table. In some ways, they were doing me a favor for making damn sure that my penis stayed limp long enough for Mom and me to perform.
Since we were the host sponsoring the barbecue, it was Dad's job to announce what was on the schedule tonight and have Mom and I take the stage. Mom announced that we would be providing a quick program to say thank you for all their hospitality, making this one of the best vacations as a family in a very long time. Dad's job was to play the music that we had selected as it went over the sound system.
I looked out, seeing a sea of people sitting on towels and beach blankets, having my fans taking the front rows. Twice during my turn to sing, girls rushed to the stage having my guard dogs held them back. Dad previously had told them they would all get to dance with me. Having me eye the three buckets of long-stem roses I had helped purchase and got a sweet deal on for being a town hero. Fame comes in handy sometimes is all I can say. Instead of one hundred fifty dollars of roses and cards, it only cost me seventy dollars.
Because of all my girlfriends, I wasn't allowed to play any of the games after having Mr. Rock-water, and his wife had to rescue me when several girls dog-piled on me all wanting what they couldn't have. So, the only thing I was allowed to do was dance. Having Mrs. Rock-water set the rules, allowing them one dance each until they all had a turn abusing me and having to cut their time short if they went beyond the acceptable limits.
After each dance, I gave them each a rose and a card and one last breathtaking kiss to remember me by and a picture taken with me, with one of those instant Polaroid cameras. Having me sign the back of it as if I was some celebrity in Hollywood, watching them place the card to their hearts While my pictures of them started a new pile with their signature so I would have something to remember them by as well.
By ten o'clock I was wiped out needing a nice long break, something I knew I wasn't going to get considering I was expected at the Rock-water's at 11:30 for our next Ronda-view with my three beautiful mermaids, who have seemed to have disappeared leaving me a note and care package for me with instructions.
Mom and Dad laughed when they read the instructions stating they wanted me fully dressed in a long-sleeved dress shirt, jeans, tie, and sneakers; plus tenderized with each of the girls' favorite flavors, as Mom lifted the box finding the dress shirt and tie and finding bottles of edible flavors, like Mango, Pineapple, and Oranges, most importantly where they wanted them.
Dad laughed and said. "Looks like it's official son, you are going on a date." So far today I have had a dip in the hot springs and two baths, one by two Rock-water sisters and one with Dad and my brothers, and now about to have a fourth one by Mom. I am not saying I am complaining, it's just I don't see the reason behind it, considering they are just going to rip my clothes off, anyway. Why go to all the trouble in the first place? Yet again it had always been a dream of mine and every boy's fantasy. Mom and I wasted no time as she helped me get ready.
She first made sure I was squeaky clean and only stimulated me enough to make sure I was well groomed and added the flavors they wanted. There wasn't a single place left untouched, and I was very grateful Mom was doing it. Having me lay down on the floor mat so Mom could wash me between my legs and making sure my feet and toes were clean. I knew Dad could have done it and would have let him, but it was Mom's job, not his. She clipped my toenails and fingernails, making sure I brushed my teeth and washed my mouth out really well after kissing all those girls. She was a little disappointed that she couldn't stimulate me fully, promising me she would when I came home.
Even though I could have dressed myself, Mom and Dad did most of it going back over the rules. I felt very uncomfortable being naked for so long that my clothes felt heavy and wrong. I wanted to rip them off me to feel normal again, but I was to be a good little spider and follow the instructions in the letter. Mom had me leave my glasses on my dresser since I wouldn't be needing them. While my brother's slept in the other room without me. Making this my room so when or if I came home at night, I wouldn't wake my brothers, but I was to tell Mom and Dad I was home.
They didn't care if I walked in on them having sex as they would have before our vacation. Personally, what was there to hide? I had already seen everything and how it was done. Besides, I had been with a girl or girls multiple times, and I didn't need to have sex or intercourse to have a good time. Seeing Mom and Dad or the rest of our family and friends at home naked all the time was nothing to get excited about. To us and then we were still fully clothed with our skin acting as our clothing.
When I arrived at their cabin, the girls weren't there waiting like I had thought they would be. But some nice soft beach pillows near the hot tub weren't there before, and my sleeping bag unrolled and waiting, and an open cooler with cold sodas.
Man, it started to get hot as I loosened my tie just a bit and wiped the sweat from my brow. I did like I was told and opened the door as if it was my own house. I should have been surprised, but I didn't see Mr. Rock-water lying on the couch with his oldest son Jared age between his legs stimulating him and Mrs. Rock-water stimulating her youngest son Jason's age, the one I saved from drowning on the kitchen counter. She noticed me and stopped long enough to tell me the girls would be right down. To have a seat and tell me how nice I looked.
I felt very uncomfortable watching them and focused my eyes elsewhere. I was glad I didn't have to wait long, as my three beautiful girls came down the stairs in miniskirts and long fishnet stockings, and high heels. All wearing nice fashionable button-down blouses. It was like I was back home and not in a nudist colony. It made us look out of place while everyone else was in the raw.
Even clothed, I started to get a hard-on as I watched those breasts bounce with each step they took coming down the stairs. It was like the temperature had risen a couple of degrees more or so as I watched them. I licked my lips hungrily, feeling my tiredness leaving me as they got closer. Mr. Rock-water laughed, seeing my arousal poking through my jeans. Telling the girls they were torturing me, but he wanted a picture of all four of us before they killed me.
I guarantee that if I hadn't been taught better and had morals of any kind, I would have undone my zipper right there and started stimulating myself like a pervert watching a porn show. This was so unfair as they played with my tie and rubbed me through my jeans and kissed me one at a time while their parents got ready to take our picture.
I listened to all the things they were going to do to me, and my mind spun in circles with anticipation, watching my fantasy come true. Their parents said goodnight to each of us taking the boys and putting them to bed, turning out the lights as I was led to where they were going to have their way with me. I started to undress only to be stopped. Asking me. "What's the hurry we got all night, and we didn't have you and us get dressed up for nothing." I swallowed hard as they made me promise to be a good boy or I would spoil all our fun.
Nora turned on the radio playing soft music that set the mood, while Fiona grabbed one of the bottles of soda and opened it as we all passed it around and kissed me one at a time as they used their tongues to explore my mouth. Whispering in my ear telling me what a bad boy I was today, with Nora. Making her so tired, she fell asleep before they could get the details of our first date. Then they sang love songs that melted their hearts, and because of that, they were going to torture me in ways a boy like me could only dream of. Each time they kissed me they took something away from me.
Each kiss earned a button on my shirt as they circled me, feeling my body through the layers of clothing, kissing the back of my neck, and nibbling on my earlobes. I tried to help, but they slapped my hands away. Telling me to be a good little spider as they slowly undressed me. They tortured me as they unbuttoned my shirt, kissing and licking my exposed skin. I shuttered as they licked me all the way down to my belly button and back up. Only opening my shirt enough to gain access to whatever they wanted, circling their tongue around my nipples and gently biting them making me moan. Letting my shirt hang open and loose as they circled me, driving me crazy, wanting to remove it so they could have all of me.
I breathed a sigh of relief when they undid my jeans and zipper but went no further. Instead, they focused on my lips and chest as they slowly peeled off my shirt like it was an onion, leaving my tie around my neck as it hung down loosely. I watched as they tossed my shirt aside and went back to circling me, tasting me like I was a candy cane. I moaned as I stood there, unable to move or feel them. With my jeans unbuttoned and my zipper down, they circled me, kissing my back from the base of my neck, laying long licks tasting me and the flavors they wanted. Telling me I was a good boy for following their instruction, which earned me a reward, allowing me to kiss them while I unbuttoned their blouses. While one of them reached from behind me and put their hand down my pants and boxers. Making me very happy to get some release as they stroked me softly, taking turns as they circled around me like hungry wolves.
Letting me have the same courtesy as I kissed them and licked each of them, finding no bra to hinder me so I could have each of their breast and stomachs as I licked them one by one as they moaned softly. I was about to undo their miniskirt, having my hands slapped, telling me not to be in such a hurry. Earning me a punishment as they… re-buttoned up my pants and zipped up my zipper, feeling my hard package restrained behind my tight jeans. I moaned that this was so unfair hearing them giggle. Telling me to be patient and that I would get my chance as they led me to the pillows by my tie like a dog on a leash, laying me down softly. As Fiona and Nora took sides and kissed my chest and kissed me one by one as they trailed each side as if I had been split in the middle. Having me moaned with satisfaction as they each nibbled my nipples on their side and my earlobes.
The feeling of two girls sharing me at the same time was more than one boy could stand as my screams echoed throughout the beach. I wanted to return the favor and once again reached for their breast and took each one and nibbled on them as they climaxed, earning me another punishment. Nora removed the tie around my neck and tied my hands up to the deck railing leaving my underarms exposed so they had complete access to another of their flavors, while they continued to torture my chest, and shoulders, working in tandem as they made their way up and down my upper body.
Meanwhile, during my so-called torture, Isza was removing my shoes and using her teeth to remove my socks as she licked the exposed skin while she slowly tugged them off slowly. Once free, she worked on my toes and feet, with her mouth and tongue telling the girls I had been a good boy finding the flavor they had Mom put on me, earning me a reward as they each tasted me like I was a cream sickle. Nora made her way back slowly licking my exposed skin and kissed me while she untied my hands, while Fiona once more undid my pants and zipper, waiting for Nora to come back down so she could kiss me.
I was warned not to undo their miniskirts before they were ready. I said. "I'll be a good little spider." Earning me another kiss and letting them put their hands down my pants again, one by one as they kissed me, keeping me hard stroking me softly, which was no problem as they tortured me in such a fashion. They noticed I was close by the pre-cum licking it off their fingers and stopped and told me. "Not yet, our little spider." I groaned as they refused me and my much-needed release.
Like a good little spider, I waited and followed my instructions as I waited for their kisses and rolled each one over and made my way down to those nice juicy breasts spending the same time on each of them as I made my way down as they waved their fingers telling me to leave their skirt alone.
I pouted telling them that was so unfair, they giggled, Placing my hand under it and finding a hole in the fabric of lace, I wasted no time lifting it up so I could see it more properly and was about to have a taste with my tongue when they pulled it back down telling me. "Hands-only our silly spider," earning a punishment, as they laid me on my stomach and tied my hands back to the railing. Letting them full access to my entire back and my feet, taking turns licking me and driving me crazy. I moaned. "I'll be a good little spider," earning my freedom once more.
I refocused where I left off, only using my hands to pleasure that wonderful, sweet spot, letting each one climax as I licked every part of their exposed skin. Earning another reward letting me remove their shoes and fishnet stockings the same way as Isza did with me, which gained me access to their legs and feet, and toes.
I was a bad little spider as I tried once more to gain access to Fiona's sweet spot, having Nora tie my hands up back to the railing. I grinned, watching those juicy breasts as they leaned over me and quickly lifted my head just enough to taste them, now that they were free game again. As they kissed me, their laughter filled the surroundings, a symphony of sound that contrasted with the struggle of being tied to the railing. As they whispered sweetly, their voices carried a sense of tenderness, referring to me as a "good little spider," while their delicate nibbles intensified the overall feeling. As they worked on me, undoing my pants once again, I couldn't help but moan, anticipating what was to come.
This time as they worked their way down as they removed my jeans, and I helped them the best I could be tied up. They teased me when they slid my boxers down just enough to give them access to my penis, stroking me and taking it into their mouth one by one, only to be denied that release once more. Then they slipped them back up and touched my exposed legs and feet, working their way back up to my lips. They made me promise to be a good little spider. I grinned as I wiggled with anticipation. As they untied me so I could do the same to them, wanting very much to remove my boxers, but it was their rule's this time. They untied me with a kiss always taking my lips and breathing with them.
They warned me only about their skirt and nothing else; I promised and let them lie down on the soft pillows. I slowly straddled each one, allowing me to kiss them slowly as I made my way back down. Spending equal time with each one, they moaned softly as I made my way down to my destination. Sliding off the miniskirt finding laced panties with a heart-shaped hole like my mother did with my boxers to keep me from wearing them.
Yet, unlike them, these just made my heart skip a beat, seeing that tantalizing flesh dying for my affection. I had been given permission to use my hands and tongue this time, but not to remove them. I tortured them with pleasure, letting them scream, listening to the echo on the beach. Using the music to set the rhythm as I worked separately on each one, always working from the top to bottom, the bottom to top, dragging their lips and breathing with me.
I was ordered to stand and bring over another bottle of soda for us to share and the lotion. I obeyed like a good little spider, giving them each a sip as we passed it around until the last drop. After a small, needed break, we continued where we left off, having me lie back down as they began torturing me once more. I wiggled with anticipation, knowing we only had one more article of clothing left to be removed. I was told I had finally earned my reward, as they slowly removed my boxers and tossed them to the side. The deck was looking as if someone had dumped and scattered our clothes.
I, for one, was feeling much better as the air once more touched my bare skin. I couldn't even imagine how I let clothing get in my way and living in an Eskimo suit most of my life when I could have enjoyed the freedom without them. I felt free, freer here than I had felt in a very long time. The problem was, and I was dreading it that once we returned home. The freedom we had and earned here as we shared ourselves unafraid of what the outside world thought about us living this lifestyle. It would feel like we were locked in a cage.
Yet it was true Mom and Dad permitted us to be out of our cages at home with family and our closest friends loving our lifestyle. Loving the open relationship, we had with our parents and family because of that. No, I hated the idea of going back. Being stuck eight to nine hours a day, in clothing going to school, which now seems to suffocate me and take away our freedom, to be free, to live how we like.
At long last, I was granted my long-needed release. Letting them have their way with me covering me in lotion and putting it on parts where they had licked off the flavors that they had Mom put on me. Yet once more I was a bad little spider as I tried to work too quickly, wanting to remove those delectable panties. Just because I had access to their sweet spot with them on, they gave no permission to remove them. Having my hands tied once more than they massaged me wickedly unable to move my hands to all those flavors demanding my attention. I let them spread my legs as they worked on me in tandem, until I fully climaxed, screaming with such pleasure that it echoed the beach. One by one they sucked me dry, leaving only enough for me to taste inside each of their mouths. I was finally getting used to the flavor, as Mom and Dad told me I would. Something I had thought would never happen.
At last, I was released as they untied me as I wasted no time taking Isza's lips and rolled on top of her, having them wait eagerly for my affection. Only to have them ask her if they could stimulate her. I should have been shocked, and I was until I realized having Mom and Dad's words echo in my mind. That girls too like to be stimulated like us boys and does not differ from us in stimulating each other. They may not have a penis, but their anatomy works the same only difference is they don't need to regenerate as we do, and once more I was wishing I could climax just as much as they can. Yet when I fully climax, I am left just as tired, but unlike them, I have to wait a while before I can do it again.
They had me scoot up just enough to gain access. At first, I felt very uncomfortable with their tongue and fingers being so close to my bare butt. When I felt them do it, I nearly got off, but I realized they never would hurt me or never force me to do anything, and certainly not inside of me. I was so focused on what they were doing that it took Isza to place my hands on her breast said. "Little spider, my sisters and I would never hurt you. It's nothing more than your Dad and Mom or brothers stimulating you."
I swallowed hard and continued on with my massage, having them trade places allowing me enough time to remove their lace panties. I was about to do their back when they said. "No, you and we have had a big day today and I have plans for you tomorrow." I want you to get a good night's sleep." Patting the pillows as they all lay down beside me and kissed me, putting their arms around me. They didn't leave as they made themselves comfortable beside me. I knew the rules, and I knew that Mom and Dad made me promise not to sleep with any girl other than Mom and my sisters.
I wiggled out and stood up, having them ask. "What's wrong with our little spider? Our parents said you can spend the night with us."
I shook my head and said. "No, I promised Mom and Dad I wouldn't." Leaned down and kissed each of them goodnight and grabbed my clothes and went home. I knew I hurt them seeing the hurt and confusion on their faces, but I had promised Mom and Dad I wouldn't, even though I didn't know why it was so wrong, but I made a promise and intended to keep it.