Chapter 10: Supermarket Fun

The girls seemed to be thriving on their diet of sex and love too. They said their sex drive was up significantly from their lives before they met me. Some had lost a couple of extra pounds and all said they felt better about themselves than ever before. I noticed that girls with small nipples had developed larger ones although I hadn't taken any measurements. Their breasts were all very responsive to the point where they frequently orgasmed with only oral stimulation (which I was always happy to provide). We were all very healthy and hadn't had so much as a cold. I don't know if that was another side effect or simply the benefits of living a more happy and stress-free life.

We rotated the kitchen duties weekly so that everyone had most evenings free. I had a cleaning service come in weekly to provide all the major cleaning and a gardening service took care of the grounds and pool. A stable hand came in daily for feeding and grooming the horses. All in all, we had lots of free time and money to devote to art, writing, study, and, of course, sex.

Occasionally, every man gets tired of eating at home. Even with my house full of beauties anxious to please, sometimes I felt like finding a new conquest. My sex drive continued unabated although I was getting laid two and three times a day by ladies who wanted nothing more than to coax my cum into some part of their bodies and to make me happy.

One day after dinner, I jumped into my gold Mustang convertible and headed out for adventure. Stopping in at the local supermarket, I rediscovered what urban legend promised; there are lots of available women there. Some were alone, some with roommates; some were mother and daughter. All were dressed to show off their best assets. Some wore tight jeans displaying firm round buttocks. Some wore shorts to display shapely tanned legs. Some wore blouses to show large perky breasts. The ladies that drew my eye had two or more attractive assets on display. One tall woman accompanied by her mother, had jeans that were pulled tight over a small but well-rounded ass. Her blouse was not transparent or low cut, but was thin enough to show some remarkable nipples poking through. Eye candy was everywhere.

I stopped in the pasta aisle near two cute twenty-somethings and pretended to look over the sauces. As they moved closer, I asked, "Is this sauce the best for angel hair?" They stopped and eyed me warily. The shorter one was wearing shorts on enticing legs and a halter over tiny titties. Her friend was a black girl with milk chocolate skin and a dazzling smile. Her hair was black and fell in silky waves around her shoulders. She answered, "You would be OK with it but the best spaghetti sauce is one you make at home." I smiled back, "I don't think I could make any that would be edible."

They had both stepped closer and were beginning to show the affects of being near me and the Treatment. The white girl had long brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail and bound with a jeweled clip. Her taut tummy showed beneath the halter top was quivering occasionally as she reacted strongly. Her black friend was wearing jeans that barely contained a wonderful ass and a loose top that gave little hint of what lay beneath. She smiled again; "We're having pasta tonight. Why don't you come over and try some of my homemade sauce?" I had already eaten but agreed to come over to sample.

After a checkout during which I thought the teenager at the register was going to climb into my cart, we left talking about pasta. Marisa, the brunette, had her own car but Tasha rode with me to give directions. She didn't say a lot during the drive but continually twisted in the seat and flashed that brilliant smile. I couldn't have dreamed of a sexier companion. We stopped at an average looking apartment complex and I helped Marisa with her groceries. I hadn't bought anything at the store except a couple of bottles of wine, which I brought in with me.

Both girls disappeared into the small kitchen after asking me to sit. The also switched on a stereo playing some kind of light jazz. Marisa quickly returned with two glasses of wine and seated herself beside me. "Tasha's the real cook. I'll just keep you company while she gets things started." I had a few things to get started too! I placed a hand on her smooth firm thigh, as I tasted the wine. "That's an excellent vintage." She gasped and covered my hand with hers. She put her glass down and scrambled into my lap. "I'm a pretty good vintage too!" She kissed me and said, "What's happening here? I'm not usually this forward!" "Do you like me?" I asked. "Yes" in a whisper. "Then what's the problem? I'm not going to do anything that you don't want me to."

I cupped her neck in my hand and bent down to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth and thrust her tongue at me, searching and probing. I looked up to see Tasha standing in the kitchen door, her mouth open in surprise. I smiled and motioned her over. "We're all friends here" I whispered as I pulled her down to my lips. She was all softness and heat. I turned back and kissed Marisa again. She still seemed unsure. "We've never done anything like this together." Her voice was quivery with excitement and fear. I didn't say anything but pulled the two girls together, stroking their hair as they kissed, once softly and then more firmly.

I started to remove their clothes and was quickly helped by four other hands. They were soon bare and lovely. Marisa's legs were tanned and gorgeous but her breasts were barely a swelling with nipples. I soon found out that size didn't have anything to do with sensitivity. Her nipples felt wonderful as she dragged them across my chest. Tasha was endowed with beautiful firm breasts with the longest and darkest nipples I've ever seen.

They made short work of stripping me of my clothes. Both girls seemed well satisfied with my hard dick when they exposed it. Marisa immediately knelt between my legs and sucked it into her small mouth. She couldn't get it all in as much as she tried. I was simply too large to get much more than the head in her. Tasha pulled me out of Marisa's mouth to have her try. She was a larger girl and had no difficulty taking me all the way into her throat. I pumped into her hot mouth a few times before withdrawing.

I stretched out on the floor and pulled Marisa over my throbbing staff. Her tiny cunt seemed too small to accommodate me. She was determined however, and began to lower herself as she guided my staff with her hand. She was as tight as a virgin! The head pushed past the entrance but couldn't go any further. She clinched her teeth and pressed on, my shaft slowly going further and further inside her. She began to scream as the last two inches was buried in her clutching cunt. Marisa panted as she rested atop me, unable to move for the present.