Chapter 66: Party at The Meadows – Pt. 3 of 3

Mark

Janet woke me with wonderful feelings as her lips wrapped around my cock and her tongue danced around my glans. Given my sexual performance the night before, I was surprised that I became fully aroused so quickly. When I looked around the room, I saw that a rejuvenated Nils was fucking the hot waitress again next to where Cari slept soundly with her smooth bare back to the fucking couple. God, she had a nice ass and I had fond memories of us making love right where I lay. Beside me, Monica was still asleep on her tummy, but Felicia and Brita were watching Janet toy with my junk.

I stopped the arousing wake-up call. “Janet, darling, I need to go to the bathroom, and I want to save myself for fucking and not waste a shot on a blowjob. I promise I’ll come and find you.”

Janet smiled as she stopped, and said, “It’s a date.”

Brita teased “Oh, I wanted another turn with you too.”

I moaned, “Brit, I know. Me too. We’ll do it. I need more of my pills and a prayer that they’ll all work.”

Janet stroked my hard shaft with her glossy red fingernail, “If you take any more pills you could pound nails with this. You were hard before I started sucking.”

I scooted down the bed to the edge and turned back to her. “Morning wood enhanced by Cialis is a winning combination. Come and let me show you the greatest shower in existence. It has enough room for ten of us, plus sprays from the top and three on your side, and then there are hand units especially designed to help my girlfriends jill off. You can try them all.” I was surprised at my jovial and teasing tone so early in the morning after not much sleep. My eyes were scratchy.

I wandered into the bath followed by Brita, Felicia, and Janet. Shortly after, Cari came in rubbing her eyes awake; I cuddled the relatively unknown girl to me for a morning kiss and she was most accommodating, looking up into my face with a warm smile when we parted. We liked each other. I wasn’t entirely sure she knew who I was, however she was up for some cuddling from this friendly male. I love kissing wet women in my shower as their nude bodies rub against mine. Cari had nice feeling breasts as well as that lovely ass.

We fired up the showers and had a wonderful and relaxing time. Cari made a suggestion that made me wonder why none of us hadn’t thought of it before. As I was kissing her and fingering her slit, she said, “It’s ashamed you don’t have some kind of large waterproof bed in this shower room so we could fuck right here.” She gestured to a large open area right next to us that was sort of wasted space, but still in the large shower stall.

I kissed her sweet lips. “Baby, you win the award for the best idea of the month as far as the house is concerned, except for kissing me in my shower. I’m going to do it real soon. Come back and check it out in a couple of weeks.” Cari looked pleased with herself.

Cari said, “You mean you live here?”

I nodded.

She kissed me again. “Thank you for having me to this wonderful party, and you’re a great host and I love you. Please have me back over and over.” She ground her crotch into my leg as the water cascaded down my back. We kissed again as the steam rose around us.

After the showers we dried off and then meandered through the house in the direction of the kitchen. I could already smell some bacon cooking and hear some conversation. The girls were naked but dry, and I’d tied a bath towel around my waist.

The kitchen contingent consisted of Elsa, Melanie, and five of the waitresses who’d been with us the night before. They were each wearing an apron and nothing else. Every one of them had a sexy ass. I must’ve been an ass man that morning.

Elsa welcomed me with a kiss and explained to the waitresses that this was the preferred greeting to breakfast in the household. Mel and the waitresses each kissed me in enticing ways, and then they moved on to the women I’d arrived with. Nils and the other waitress arrived behind us with similar welcomes. I wondered whether he’d kept the same partner for the entire party; she was cute and had ga-ga eyes for the older European hunk. I hoped we hadn’t created a case of unrequited love.

Melanie took a golf cart down to the cabana and tent area and let those who were awake know that we were serving breakfast at the house. Soon, we had about twenty people waiting for food, and more arriving every few minutes from the cabana area and the various corners and bedrooms of the house. A few more people came into the kitchen to help with food prep.

Piles of French toast, omelets, scrambled eggs, and a wide assortment of morning pastries appeared on a buffet table. People were preparing their own plates and then carrying them outside to our patio tables to eat.

After a large group of nude men and women arrived from the cabana and tents served themselves and sat, I did a rough headcount. There were forty-two of us for breakfast, and then I saw five more people trudging up the rise to the house. Nude people trudge in a funny way.

I asked Elsa who sat next to me, “How many people did we have last night?”

She misunderstood me and took my question personally. I got a funny lopsided grin from her, “Well, I got a late start, but I think I made up for it. I did Lucas, Wes, Bob, Rich, Woody, Clark, Peter, and Scott; so that’d be eight. Is that slutty enough for your perverted mind?” She’d counted off each man on her fingers and gave me a separate smile for each tic mark.

I knew she was teasing with the detail so I decided to play it straight. I shook my head. I deeply loved Elsa, and I was glad she could be a wanton tramp part of the time. I laughed, “I meant how many people were at the party last night?”

Elsa blushed, “Oops. Did I just give out too much information?”

“No. I probably would have asked that eventually. I’m surprised the number is so low – only eight.”

Elsa blanched at my taunt and said, “Well, I got started late and then fell asleep after a small gangbang that KC hosted in one of the tents and that I got to participate in.” She thought for a minute and added, “I think there were about eighty people here. When I came up to the house about three-thirty, Marcia told me that a bunch of people had left. So, I think this crowd is what’s left.” She gestured around the patio to all of the tables where people were happily engrossed in conversation. I felt sure the place looked like outdoor breakfast at a nudist colony on a warm sunny day.

Elsa leaned over close to me and whispered, “OK, Mr. Man Slut, how many pussies were you in last night?” She gave me the evil eye but started to laugh because she knew I’d been a busy beaver.

I counted off on my fingers the same way she had, “Vanessa, Anna, Felicia, Monica, Janet, Cari, Brita, Linda, and two of your cute waitresses; so that makes ten, and the party goes on.” I gestured around to everyone, but not so anyone else would notice. I noted that all of my partners were still in attendance.

Elsa accused me of trying to set a record and show up all the other males. I was still partly hard from the heavy dose of chemicals I’d added to my system – all with my doctor’s help, and my towel did have a rise to the front of it as I sat at the table. My doc knew what he was doing. Ten was a personal best and twenty-four hours hadn’t passed. I had noticed that the last few orgasms I involved almost no semen, just that wonderful feeling of cumming inside a warm pussy.

The bright sunshine seemed to squash some of the libidos. People were content to sit around naked and talk. A few of the large sun umbrellas went up, and then about five gallons of suntan lotion got spread around on everyone by everyone else. That was fun, watching the guys doing the girls, and vice versa. There were lots of playful gropes. The pool became very popular.

I had Cari and Janet applying sunscreen on me. They both slathered up my body, but paid particular attention to my semi-hard cock, each woman greasing up my pole repeatedly until I was totally erect again. They each kissed the head as they stopped.

More of the crowd went in the pool and river as they became major attractions when the summer temperatures lay claim to the core of the daylight hours. I noted how free some of the people felt in their nudity. Maybe there really was something enlightening to the experience nudist colonies provided. Until that morning I had been a skeptic.

We all sat around and talked. A game of water polo in the pool became great afternoon sport. I noticed a couple of card games going on beside the pool. Others were content to soak up rays or doze to make up for lost sleep in the nighttime hours when fucking took top priority.

I’d had several epiphanies over the prior evening hours, and most involved providing some kind of great personal experiences for some of my friends. I wondered if before falling in love with the girls whether I would have seen the path to these kindnesses. They seemed clear that morning, and I even went off to my home office and scrawled out several pages of notes while they were still fresh in my mind. I’d start making something happen on my ideas in the coming week.

Lucas and Marcia came through the house at different times, checking on the various rooms. I’d just get a wave, smile, and nod from them, and they’d move on. Although they were in their birthday suits like the rest of us, I could tell they were at least partly ‘on duty.’

Marcia made a little diversion when she was checking my office to come by my desk and kiss me. For her efforts, I slowly ran my hand up her muscular leg to her pussy and slipped a couple of fingers into her wetness. Marcia started to ride my hand as she held onto me and kissed me harder. Her small orgasm was rewarding for both of us. I lapped at my hand as she watched. We kissed again, and then she left me alone. I love compliant staff.

About noon, I was back on the patio with Greg and Sean, the two key architects of The Meadows. They’d come back to the house with their wives Kim and Pam. They’d apparently gone home to Greg’s house to sleep the night before instead of staying over. They were surprised to see the rampant nudity, but I watched as they stood by a couple of patio chairs and stripped away their casual clothing to join the fray. Later on, the two men explained that they’d slept with each other’s wife. Greg explained he’d talked to Janet who explained how lusty the act could be; sex was obviously involved.

Pam and Kim made a beeline for me when they were nude. Women have a sexy walk, and these two were positively alluring. Adding to the seductive sway of their hips was the gentle oscillations of their breasts as their upper body moved. The two women surrounded me with kisses and four mounds of tit flesh that I just had to suck on to make them happy.

We were laughing. Elsa and Sheila waylaid Greg and Sean on their way to say hello to me. They were having their own lip locks and groin grinding about twenty feet away. When they parted I noted that both men sported hard-ons that hadn’t been evident a few minutes earlier.