Chapter 8

Having pronounced the rules of etiquette for our mini-fucks, Danielle climbed wistfully from my lap. Nicole was first, lowering herself effortlessly onto the throbbing erection Danielle was aiming for her. She pressed her hefty hooters against me and rested her head on my shoulder. “Mike, is it possible to truly love two men at the same time?” she asked. I had a hard time concentrating since she was using her vaginal muscles to milk my cock and she was talking directly into my ear, her warm breath blowing into my ear as she whispered.

I tried to concentrate on my answer. “I don’t see why not. I truly love three women at the same time,” I answered, my voice strained. Danielle signaled that our time was up and helped Nicole stand. She leaned forward and kissed me, purposely letting her breasts brush across my face before leaving.

Irina was next, whispering in my ear that if she didn’t win tonight, she was going to include another woman in the sex-play with her boyfriend so she could fuck me thoroughly at least once a month. She was also adept at using her internal muscles and I tried thinking about everything and anything I still needed to accomplish to keep from concentrating on the sensations she was causing in my lower extremity. Disappointed that she hadn’t been able to coax me to cum, she kissed me, then pressed her breasts together and pressed them to my mouth. I consoled her by giving each of the small, pink nipples a lick.

The next three women gave it the old college try and it took everything I had to keep one of them from winning. The sixth contender was my tiny Tiffany. She was so tight that it took her almost a full minute just to get me completely inside of her. Once she did, she leaned forward, her face right in front of mine.

“I found out a short time ago that my boyfriend has been seeing someone else, too. They didn’t bother to post their relationship until this afternoon, without my approval. I’ve dumped him, so try as hard as you can, lover, but you’re mine tonight. I have a bet with Jenna and Vonna. If ... no, when I win, Vonna will suck your cum out of my pussy. Later tonight when you fill me with your cum again, Jenna gets to do the honors.”

That did it. The picture of my wives with their head buried between Tiffany’s thighs was more than I could take and I exploded into her, my spend pulsing deep inside her small body. Tiffany responded by sliding her tongue into my mouth.

“Mmmmm, I’m so happy right now,” she whispered when her tongue finally retreated from my mouth.

She yelped in surprise at the light swat Danielle gave her on her naked butt, then giggled and got up from my lap. She didn’t get far; just the left stack of pillows where the two women had been making love earlier before Vonna practically tackled her and pulled her on top. Looking backwards and upside down at me to make sure I was watching (how could she possibly think I wouldn’t?) she used her fingers to spread Tiffany’s thin labia and expose the pussy I’d just filled with cum. My cock twitched as the first clump dribbled out and Vonna lapped it up greedily, grinning lasciviously at me after she had.

My attention to Vonna was broken when Danielle spoke. “Master, may I have the honor of cleaning you?” I smiled my approval and she attacked her chore with glee, and then motioned the next of the contestants over. I had seen Kasey earlier but like so many of the new women, had not had a chance to get to know her. I was definitely intrigued, though, as she was an albino.

She settled slowly and nervously into my lap, having to work at getting me inside her tight sheath. She blushed when she saw me staring at her. “I’m sorry to stare, but I never realized just how sexy an albino woman would look,” I said. She grinned at the compliment, and with her confidence back began to rotate her hips and propeller my cock inside herself. Her skin was pale white, almost translucent in places, enough to see some of the blood vessels beneath her skin. Her eyebrows and the fine hair on the rest of her body were nearly invisible, and her nipples were the palest pink I’d ever seen. But the most striking thing about her was her pink eyes. “If Tiffany hadn’t made me cum, you definitely would have,” I whispered. Gently fondling one pale breast I reached between us and massaged her clit. Evidently, I hadn’t been the only one on a hair trigger. She came almost immediately, and I held her against me and snuggled her until our time was up.

“I don’t have a boyfriend, I just wasn’t sure how you’d react to me,” she admitted.

“Now that you know, don’t be a stranger,” I whispered back.

The last four women were, like my other women, an ethnic smorgasbord. The final one, Sierra, was a black woman who would have towered over my six foot frame had I been standing. Her skin was what I considered “milk chocolate,” a beautiful shade somewhere beyond dark brown but not as dark as Tara. As she lowered herself on me, she whispered, “Tara tells me you like black women.”

“I like all women,” I whispered back. “Each one is unique and I enjoy exploring that uniqueness with her. I especially enjoy tasting her sweet pussy when she cums all over my face.” Her grin almost blinded me. The contrast between her brilliantly white teeth and her dark skin was startling. Her fingers lingered longingly on my cheek when her time was up and she had to get off. I took her hand and kissed each fingertip before letting her hand go.

As she rejoined the other women who were sprawled around the room on the stacks of pillows, my three wives joined me. “Having fun?” Jenna smirked stepping to my left shoulder. They turned me so that I was sideways to the rest of the room and Vonna sat on my lap facing me. Renee took up a position to my right and motioned to the domestic android standing by each of the two doors they’d used to enter. On their signal, my new troops entered, also completely nude, followed by Stan and Greg. The new arrivals dispersed throughout the room, some making their own group on a pile of pillows, others accepting an invitation to join a pre-existing group. Gwen joined our group, lounging provocatively in front of me.

Once they were all settled, Vonna cleared her throat to make an announcement. “We have one more very special guest tonight before the party begins in earnest. She is another woman Mike has protected and spoiled, another woman who loves him. She loves him not only for his protectiveness of her, but for his wit and sense of humor, his kindness and compassion, and of course, for the great times in bed. We have invited her to join us here permanently, conditional on Mike accepting her presence. Knowing how they feel about each other, I predict that there may soon be a fourth wife,” she said, looking directly at me and grinning knowingly when she said it.

The room was hushed in anticipation as everyone scanned the two doorways. I got the impression that I wasn’t the only one who didn’t know who it was. Everyone’s eyes jumped to the motion when a figure entered through the door on the right. Intending to draw out the anticipation, she was covered from head to foot in a full burqa. I could tell that she was tall, but could tell nothing else even when she stopped just a few feet in front of me. “Mike, I found some interesting things while I was reviewing your property records,” Renee said. “At first, I thought it was a mistake, but when I investigated, I found out it was no mistake at all. The story brought me to tears, and when I told Vonna and Jenna, they insisted on this,” she explained, still explaining almost nothing.

Renee and Jenna stood beside the woman and undid something behind her. I was stunned, unable to breathe or move when the covering fell to the floor and my Nordic goddess, Helga stood nervously before me. Vonna stood up and motioned for Helga to take her place. Helga looked nervously to me for permission. Instead I jumped up and ran (okay, how can you run five feet?) to her, embracing her. We both cried as we hugged and were soon joined by my three wives in a group hug. “You’re being rude, Mike,” Vonna commented. “Aren’t you going to invite her to stay?” I nodded, still unable to say anything.

When the flow of tears finally stopped and I could talk again I looked at Vonna. “Are you sure about this?” I asked. Looking me straight in the eye, Vonna massaged her own breasts. “Of course, her boobs are the same size as mine,” she teased. I gave her “the look,” to let her know I wanted a serious answer. She motioned around the room to the other women. “Would it be fair to say that you love each of your women?” she asked.

I thought for a second before answering, “Yes, to some degree.”

“Do you love us any less because of it?” she continued, motioning to herself, Jenna, and Renee.

“Point made,” I answered, quickly understanding where this was leading.

“See, you’re smarter than you look,” she teased, leaning in and kissing me, and then kissing Helga.

Jenna pointed at the spot I’d been sitting. “Go have a seat while we get to know each other a little better. We’ll let you know when we’re ready for you,” she ordered. She obviously saw the disappointed look on my face. I’d just gotten Helga back in my arms after almost four years and wasn’t ready to let go of her yet. “It won’t be long, I promise,” she purred in my ear. Following instructions, I returned to my spot and quickly had Katie lying on one shoulder and Danielle on the other. “I see where that leaves me,” Gwen pretend-huffed before straddling my hips and lowering herself, making the necessary alignment and connection with an ease that bespoke lots of practice. “Oh, yeah,” she sighed when our pubic bones met. “Hopefully you don’t mind fraternizing with your troops,” she teased.

“Soldier, never play with a loaded gun. Use it properly and clean it thoroughly when you’re done firing it,” I barked. She pushed me back into the pillows and slammed her pussy up and down my shaft.

“You sure you’re up to it?” she challenged.

“How do you like your sex?” I asked, catching her by surprise and flipping her over so I was on top.

“Hard and rough,” she challenged, flipping us back over so she was again on top. “To prove my point, if you’re man enough and can make me be the one to ask to quit first, you can have my anal cherry. Many have tried, none have been victorious,” she taunted.

“Is that supposed to be a challenge?” I asked, surprising her when I flipped her to the bottom of the pile again. She’d been braced and expecting it, yet I’d accomplished it with ease. She still grinned confidently in response. “I’ve got two questions.” I stated. “When I win, do I have to take your cherry right then, or can I wait for another time when you can enjoy it?”

“You can wait,” she chuckled.

“You make this challenge sound like you don’t want to have anal sex. Even when I win, I have no plans to claim my prize if it’s something you don’t want to do,” I told her.

“What if I do want it?” she goaded.

“Then it will be my honor to pluck that cherry for you,” I gloated.

“You’ve got to earn it first” she prodded.

“No, you’ve got to stop me,” I needled. I was definitely learning about Gwen. She was a sexy, confident woman who loved a physical challenge, especially, apparently, against a guy. She also hated to lose.

“You have to promise me one thing,” I said. She looked up at me questioningly. “I can tell that you hate to lose, but you have to promise to stop me tonight before it starts hurting, even if I have to forfeit and stop. This is supposed to be about fun and pleasure, not pain, okay?” Gwen agreed, appearing surprised at herself for doing so. I kissed her and the contest began. The next hour and change reminded me more of a wrestling match than of a lovemaking session. For forty-five minutes, we battled for the upper position. Twice she actually managed to catch me and earn the position. The other times I let her win it simply because the extra energy she had to expend while on top would sap her strength. Fifty-five minutes into the battle, I again claimed the top position, but was surprised at how little resistance she put up this time. Our previous position change had definitely been a ‘gimme’ as she hadn’t put nearly enough strength into the battle for dominance to take it on her own. This time there was no resistance when I lifted her legs and draped her feet over my shoulders. There would be no recovery for her from this position. She was mine to fuck until she surrendered. Not that we hadn’t been fucking for the last hour. I had cum four times and lost track long ago as to how many times she’d cum. The battle for the dominant position had been a side issue, not the main focus of our match.

I watched her face carefully for a wince or any sign that she was hurting. Seeing none, I continued to jackhammer her and at five minutes after the hour, she came again, hard. I kept on pumping into her and ten minutes later, we both came together. Her muscles went taught, her tendons corded, her body arched under me, and her face froze momentarily in ecstasy. Afterward she slumped, every muscle limp. “You ... win,” she gasped, her whisper barely audible.

“What, you didn’t enjoy that?” I teased.

She smiled weakly. “Oh, yeah, I enjoyed it,” she sighed quietly. The smattering of applause startled both of us, causing us both to suddenly remember that we hadn’t been by ourselves for the last hour like it had seemed. We looked up to find everyone lounging comfortably around us. The applause increased. I motioned to Danielle and instructed her to clean Gwen up, but then stopped her.

“Do you mind if Danielle does the honors?” I asked Gwen.

“Please don’t make me cum again,” she begged Danielle.

Ignoring them I grabbed another EB from my package and slowly poured it into Gwen’s mouth, watching her sexy mouth as I poured small amounts and waited for her to swallow. “You’ve got a sexy mouth,” I complimented. She grinned feebly, which caused the drink I was pouring to miss and dribble down her front.

“You’ll have to find out how sexy sometime,” she offered weakly.

Kneeling, I picked her up in my arms, and then stood and turned towards the bedroom. “Come with us, Danielle,” I instructed. I leaned over and kissed each of my wives and then Helga. “I’ll be back in a little while,” I promised, and then carried Gwen’s limp form to our bedroom. She watched every move I made, her eyes expressing her appreciation for each small kindness. Danielle opened the bedroom door for us and followed us in. I showered Gwen gently, enjoying the appreciative moans as I washed her hair while Danielle helped support her. I noticed that Danielle’s hands spent a lot of time caressing Gwen’s breasts and that Gwen voluntarily tilted her head back a little to expose her neck to Danielle’s lips. Once I finished drying Gwen off I carried her to our bed and made her comfortable. I reached into the nightstand and got the jar of cream I’d used on Jenna and Penny.

“What are you doing?” Gwen asked when I gently massaged the cream into the sensitive skin around and inside of her sex.

“This will help you feel better in the morning,” I explained.

“I’m a soldier. I’m tough enough to take it,” she answered.

“Tomorrow you’re a soldier. Tonight you’re my lover and I get to pamper you,” I countered. “Sleep,” I said quietly, my fingertips lingering on her cheek while she smiled weakly at me.

“Tomorrow,” she whispered, and then closed her eyes, the contented smile lingering on her lips as I turned and left. I instructed Danielle to cuddle with Gwen and make her comfortable, but to let her sleep. I gave her a light smack on the butt when she pouted at my instructions.

“What was that for?” she asked.

“For pouting,” I replied.

“If I pout harder will you spank me harder?” she asked playfully.

“Nope, that’s as hard as I’m willing to spank, but if you really do enjoy it, you’re welcome to ask around and see if anyone else is willing to do it for you.” I kissed Danielle, too before leaving them to sleep.

I stopped in the open door and tried to make sense of what stood before me. It almost appeared to be a gauntlet of sorts. Each of Gwen’s troops was standing in a single long line, their right fist held against their heart, their left arm extended into the narrow gap left for me to walk through between them and the far wall. I started cautiously, coming first to Gwen’s apparent number two, Stephanie. With her extended left hand, she took my right and placed it over her clenched fist. Again using her left hand she pulled me closer and kissed me, then released me to the next in line, Robin. I wondered what this was about, but didn’t have time to dwell on it before Robin repeated the gesture. The squads followed Stephanie and Robin, first the squad leader and then her troops. One of Naila’s women, Nadhu, had a large scar on her cheek I hadn’t noticed before. I realized she always made sure that the left side of her face was turned away from me. I could see the fear of rejection in her eyes as she pulled me close for the obligatory kiss. After the kiss, I kissed her a second time on her scar. “I’d hate to see what the other guy looked like when you finished with him,” I teased. Her face beamed at me. I let my fingertips slide gently across her scar as I moved on to the next girl.

I had a split second somewhere during the line and wondered how they chose the order the squads lined up in. When I cleared the last woman, a petite Chinese woman in Lan’s squad, named Zan, I returned to Lan and asked, “What was that all about?”

“Gwen has been our leader for twelve years and nobody has ever bested her at anything in that time. You are the first, so each woman here pledges herself to you as they have to no other.”

“Thank you all. I’m honored,” I said to them, bowing slightly.

“If you’ll excuse me though, I should return to the rest of my guests as well. Join us and enjoy yourselves,” I told them before turning to look for my wives. I noticed both Stan and Greg also surrounded by women and grinned when I noticed that they each had the others’ wife in their group. “Variety is definitely the spice of life,” I thought.

Evidently, my wives weren’t expecting me back so soon. Helga was on the bottom of a 69 with Vonna, and Jenna was behind her sister pounding her sister’s pussy with a red strap-on. Renee and Tiffany were also busy with Tiffany’s tiny butt thrust up in the air invitingly and her head buried between Renee’s legs. Renee was obviously enjoying herself as her head whipped back and forth and her hands clutched desperately at the smaller pillows on each side of her. Watching Tiffany’s tiny ass sway provocatively as she tongue-lashed her partner into a frenzy, I almost slid behind her and mimicked what Jenna was doing to her sister.

However, when I looked to where Jenna was fucking her sister, I saw Helga’s beautiful eyes peeking out from beneath. My movement caught her eye and our eyes locked, neither of us wanting to lose sight of the other again. I saw the moisture starting to gather in her eyes and smiled at her, trying to let her know I wasn’t going anywhere. I could tell from Vonna’s actions that she was close, and knowing that I was watching her between the naked, spread legs of my two wives spurred Helga to redouble her efforts. Barely a minute later, Vonna let out a strangled gasp as her body shivered through an orgasm. I stepped over to them and helped her off Helga asking, “Mind if I cut in?”

“About time,” Vonna chided, grinning through her climax-induced haze.

Helga pulled me down on top of her, obviously in a hurry to feel me inside of her once more. As bad as I wanted it, I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to savor every second, every kiss, every touch, every time her breath touched my face. She writhed and whimpered under my heartfelt and emotional ministrations. For a time, the four years since I had last seen her melted away and it seemed like she had never left. Before her first orgasm I remembered each of her sensitive spots, everything she loved me to do for and to her, and most of all, the special feeling I got as I ran my hand over the velvety soft skin covering the delicious curves of her ass.

I knew she would gasp when my fingers dipped into the cleft between those cheeks and teased the tight pucker there. I waited for the sigh I knew was coming when my hand slid farther forward, lightly brushing her labia, promising a deeper inspection shortly. Right on cue, she rolled toward me, spreading her legs and inviting me to continue our foreplay. She gave up control to me at this point, knowing full well that I would tease her to the limits of her tolerance before mounting her and bringing her to completion. She also knew that if she pulled me to her at this point, that I would accede to her wishes and forgo the teasing, mounting her immediately if her need was that great. It was a dance performed almost nightly for our six months together.

I knew when she started gripping and then releasing the pillows next to her that it was time. “Yesssss,” she hissed when I crawled between her legs. She dropped her knees flat on the floor, opening herself completely to me, the engorged and lubricated lips of her sex inviting penetration. Helga whimpered when I paused unexpectedly, my shaft poised at the entrance to her sex. My wives were watching intently, almost as if they were waiting personally for the penetration they knew was forthcoming. I caught their eyes, and when I knew all three were watching, looked at Jenna and Vonna’s wedding rings, and then looked at Renee and Vonna and their missing birth control rings, then over at Helga. They immediately understood what I was asking, and all nodded enthusiastically.

Helga sighed contentedly when the tip of my cock entered her. There were tears in her eyes and I stopped once I was fully sheathed. I wiped away the tears, looking concerned. “I was afraid I’d never feel you inside me again,” she said emotionally, the tears starting again.

“These are happy tears?” I asked. She nodded.

“Want me to make them happier?” I asked. She looked up at me cautiously, not understanding what I meant. “Will you marry us?” I asked.

She was stunned, for a second. Then she squealed, “Yes!” something that did wonderful things for my cock when her muscles in the area tightened. She pulled me down and smothered me with kisses, only letting me go so she could catch her breath. Her breathing was short-lived though as my three other wives descended, each demanding equal time.

When things settled down, I looked into Helga’s misty, blue eyes. “Well, then, I guess you won’t be needing this anymore,” I commented casually as I gripped the ring piercing her navel and squeezed it until the top opened, which would allow it to be easily removed.

“Right now?” she gasped.

“We can wait,” I offered, still toying with the ring. She studied my face intently for several seconds to make up her mind, and then looked at my wives to confirm her decision.

“Do it,” she said huskily. I removed the ring and handed it to Vonna. The look on Vonna’s face was one of breathless anticipation. Renee was much more relaxed, but Jenna, too, looked like she might not breathe until the deed was done.

I withdrew partway and pressed back in, then repeated the action. “Do you want a boy or a girl?” I asked her.

“Yes ... several ... of each,” she grunted in time with my thrusts. I thrust back inside of her after withdrawing again. It was a lucky thing she had her eyes closed concentrating on the feelings that would soon make her a mother. I’m sure there was a momentary look of panic on my face when I suddenly realized just how many times I might end up being a father since I had three young wives. I was pretty sure this would be Renee’s last child. At forty-five, she was already at the upper range of her safe childbearing years. I shivered at the sudden, unbidden image of every room of the estate filled with my children. Helga’s moan brought me back to what I was in the middle of, and I picked up the tempo, anxious to complete the act in spite of my momentary attack of nerves. For now, I simply concentrated on making Helga happy. She was anxiously waiting to accept my seed into her body to create our child.