Chapter 40

A short rest was just what I needed. I laid in my bed for about thirty minutes. I tried to sleep, but eventually I gave up the effort because I was still too excited from all the recent sexual events.

Besides, I was really curious about what else was happening in the house, and beyond. How was my wife feeling, after her quasi-lesbian experience with Ruby? Was Ruby still nude and bound? Where was Cindy? Would I get a chance to see Sue Ellen today? And what were Lisa and Michelle up to? I hadn’t seen Lisa in a couple of days, but it felt like months, given how exciting those days had been.

I took a quick shower and then threw on my T-shirt and bathing suit once more, since it was getting to be a hot day and I figured I’d probably take another swim soon.

I found a number of surprises when I got downstairs and looked out to the pool. Everybody was there, and then some. I was surprised to see Ruby and Mindy, looking perfectly normal aside from the fact that both were topless. (So much for Ruby’s desire to remain tied up, I noticed - it probably lost its luster once I was gone.) Cindy was still there, still topless as well, and talking with Mindy away from the others. Michelle was there, and topless too. I wasn’t too pleased with that because it made things awkward with me, due to the incest factor.

But what really sent up red flags for me was that Michelle was sitting with Ruby, Lisa, and two more of their friends, Nina and Anjali.

These two friends, Nina and Anjali, couldn’t have looked more different from each other. Nina was tall, with a streamlined runner’s build. She had very light skin and platinum blonde hair. But she wasn’t really pale because she turned red so easily. She got a fair amount of sun, but it just seemed to turn her redder instead of brown. She had permanently rosy cheeks and an extremely attractive face. It was definitely the kind of face you could see on the cover of a magazine. Also, despite her generally svelte appearance, she had large breasts that seemed like they belonged on someone else. But they were all natural.

Anjali, on the other hand, was born in the US but her family came from India. She was quite dark, so much so that occasionally some people would guess that she was African-American. She had a ‘mother-Earth’ type figure: ample curves everywhere, with wide hips and very large breasts. In fact, she was probably as stacked as Ruby, if not Michelle even - though minus the jutting. However, she was in no way fat or even chubby, because she stayed in shape. The best word to describe her was simply ‘ample.’

She had very sexy eyes and long flowing black hair. She also had an extraordinarily attractive face. Maybe it was just a sign that I didn’t know much about India or Indian culture, but it seemed to me that she had a face worthy of a famous Bollywood actress.

All in all, both of them were extremely attractive in their own way, and more exotic than my daughters, wife, or Lisa, all of whom had more standard “California girl” looks. It was clear that a girl had to be extremely attractive to even be eligible to be one of Michelle’s or Ruby’s friends. Furthermore, their closest friends were the most busty and beautiful, just like them. Birds of a feather flock together, after all.

Oh, by the way, did I mention that Lisa, Nina, and Anjali were all topless too?! And in thongs! The three of them had been over many times, but I certainly had never seen them wearing just the tiny thongs they were in now.

As I walked into the backyard, my eyes just didn’t know where to look. Everywhere I turned, there were tits, tits, and more tits! And most of the women looked completely naked if seen from the back, thanks to all those thongs.

I was fully expecting to witness a lot of squealing and covering up of body parts as soon as my presence was discovered. In fact, I opened and closed the screen door stealthily in hopes that I could make it closer to the group of girls before they realized I was there and everyone covered up.

However, I was in for another surprise. I was quickly discovered, but nobody seemed to bat an eye at my presence. Even Cindy didn’t cover her chest with her arms this time, apparently finding comfort in numbers.

Mindy was the first to say something, shouting at me, “Looks like somebody is overdressed!”

“Yeah!” Ruby yelled. “This is the topless-only club! Take it off!”

To my intense embarrassment, the others all started chanting, “Take it off! Take it off!”

Mindy began singing the stripping song, the burlesque instrumental called “The Stripper” that’s been around for ages, is mostly played by horns, and starts, “Ba na na na, ba na na na...”

This was a great opportunity for me to ham it up and joke around, and I went all out. I started taking off my T-shirt like I was some kind of Chippendale’s dancer up on a stage. I tried to be corny and yet sexy at the same time. While slowly dancing around to the tune Mindy was still (sort of) singing the saxophone part to, I’d pull my shirt up a little bit and then pull it back down and that kind of thing, trying to imitate the stripping scenes I’d seen here and there. I even flexed my pectoral muscles a few times as I lifted my shirt over my chest.

The women all loved it. They stood up and drew in closer to me, forming a semi-circle. There was a lot of hooting and hollering, especially when I finally took my shirt off all the way and threw it in the pool. Then there was an even bigger roar when my hands came down to my bathing suit and I threatened to start to take that off too.

I wasn’t really planning on doing that, but I was amazed at just how loudly and passionately the chanted cry of “Take it off! Take it off!” resumed. I did pull the top of the swimsuit down an inch or two, but I had to be careful, because my cock was erect and I didn’t want the head to poke out. This was the same bathing suit I’d had on when I’d shown my physique for Cindy earlier, and it still left very little to the imagination when it came to showing off the exact shape and size of my erection. Directly exposing my hard-on was almost a moot point because they could see everything so clearly already.

After a few minutes, I threw up my hands in defeat and went to go sit down on a nearby chair.

That resulted in a lot of boos and sighs. I even heard my wife yell, “Chicken!” and then make some clucking noises. But they were just teasing. It seemed my impromptu striptease had been a raging success.

I thought things were calming down, when Ruby suddenly shouted out, “Fuck my tits!”

My mortification only grew when Michelle also called out, “Fuck my tits!” She did it several times in a very loud voice, in fact.

The other three girls all looked confused and scandalized until Mindy explained, “Don’t worry, that’s just the latest lingo. It’s kind of a crude update on ‘“Get out of here!’ You know, like’ Fuck my tits! No way! I don’t believe you!’”

Giggling and laughing, all the women started shouting, “Fuck my tits” too. I was surprised that even Cindy got into the spirit. Since every single one of them was topless, there was a fair amount of chest jiggling, posing, and strutting about, particularly by Mindy and Ruby. (Thankfully, Michelle was trying to keep a relatively low profile, due to incest concerns.)

Finally, seeing they’d succeeded in turning my face red, the group began to break up.

The teenage girls all walked away in a pack, muttering excitedly to themselves. I couldn’t hear what they were saying exactly, but I caught some mentions of “cool,” “Dad,” and “stud” thrown in. I even heard Nina mutter, “My GOD, is he well-hung! And handsome!” Anjali muttered back, “It’s even bigger and thicker than it is in my dreams!”

Naturally, that made me feel pretty good. I imagined that none of those girls had parents who did impromptu jokey stripteases.

Then again, those girls probably never wanted to see their parents do impromptu jokey stripteases either.

Cindy and Mindy had been sitting on one side of the pool, in the sun, while the five girls were sitting on the other side in the shade and well out of earshot from the two mothers.

Cindy’s bashfulness returned when my little dance was over, and she quickly beat a retreat back to her distant lounge chair.

But Mindy walked right up to me and sat down in the chair next to me, still making little “Bawk, bawk, bawk” chicken noises until I gave her the evil eye.

Chuckling at me, she said, “Honey! You chicken! You chickened out at the end and nearly broke my heart. That was so great, but if only you’d gone all the way! You would have added four new members to your harem in one fell swoop!”

“Ssssh! Mindy, A, I don’t have a harem. B, I don’t want four new members to whatever this arrangement is. And C, I don’t want Cindy or anything else to hear you talk like that!”

Below Mindy’s breath, she teasingly coughed out the word “harem.” Then she nodded to where Cindy was sitting, and said in a quieter voice, “Look at her. She’s like Ruby’s older sister. I’ve been working on her pretty much non-stop. She’s ripe! Ripe for the picking! You should go over there and pluck her from her tree.”

I responded quietly, “No thanks. Not now. Do you realize just how tiring and relentless our two nymphos who shall not be named really are? I’m all sexed out for a while. Seriously. I’m not just saying that. I really, really mean it.”

She was all grins, swaying a little from side to side with her hands pinned behind her back. “Awww. Shoot. Come on! Look around. Cindy! Look at Cindy over there. LOOK at her nearly naked voluptuous body. Really look at it and love it. You know you wanna do her. Complete the circle. I’ve been laying the groundwork for you with her all morning. She’s basically accepted that you sexually control Ruby now, and she’s halfway convinced that she’s next.”

“WHAT?!”

Ignoring my outburst, she continued, “Can’t you just picture her lying underneath you and screaming, ‘Dan! Drill me deep!’ as you plunge the King into her boiling hot slit?”

“Well, I gotta admit she gets my motor running,” I said in a calm tone, hoping that would calm Mindy some too. I was talking mostly to my wife’s bare chest, I have to admit. “We can talk about that later. But, to head you off at the pass, the other three? No way! Nice, very nice, as eye candy, from a safe distance. But that’s it. Capiche?”

She replied, “No comprendo. Besides, those horses may have left the gate already. Especially Lisa. She’s into you, big time. You should get into her, if you know what I mean.”

I rolled my eyes. “I have no idea of what you’re going on about. Can you keep your voice down about that kind of stuff? Besides, how do you know that?”

“Because she’s young, friendly, and well-built. I can just picture her cute little face writhing in ecstasy as she’s on all fours on your bed, gripping the headboard for dear life as you royally-”

“No, not that,” I interrupted. “I mean, how do you know she’s into me?”

She put her palm to her forehead and tried to look around mysteriously. “Swami Mindy knows all.”

With my wife swaying and smirking in the bright sun, looking absolutely gorgeous in her bikini bottoms and nothing else, I was sorely tempted to relieve my hard-on by taking her upstairs and fucking the shit out of her. I noticed some of the others were staring at us behind their dark glasses.

I dropped my voice down to a very quiet whisper. “Actually, I’m beginning to think you do. How the hell did you know that Mi-, that you-know-who was sucking me off while I talked to you?”

She bounced up and down, going up to her tip-toes and back, like she was some kind of over-excited thirteen-year-old. “A-ha! I was right! I knew it! Sweet!” She pressed her arms tightly against her sides to prevent her boobs from flying about too wildly.

It was distracting talking to her, let me tell you. “Well, how did you know?”

“Elementary, my dear Watson. Motive plus opportunity equals the dirty deed. Michelle was near you, ergo, she was sucking your cock. Duh!” Thankfully, she lowered her voice a lot, especially when she said Michelle’s name.

I laughed at that, because it was so true.

“And how ‘bout that Ruby? Is she a totally tamed cock slave, or what?” She brought her hands behind her back again, imitating the position Ruby had been bound in. Apparently, she was trying to arouse me still further, not realizing how unnecessary that was. I still had a raging hard-on from my little striptease of sorts.

I looked around anxiously. “Sssssh! Are you crazy?!”

“As a matter of fact, I am, but you know that already.” She winked. “Besides, the others are like a hundred feet away, and we’re talking quietly. If you insist, I promise not to shout, ‘Ruby is Dan’s titfuck slut!’ too loud.”

I rolled my eyes. “I insist. I’m sure Cindy would love to hear that.”

“Party pooper. In any case, didn’t you just love to see her all bound and helpless like that. and bathed in your cum? When she’s like that, it’s like you can just up and do whatever you damn well please to her busty body, and nobody can stop you, especially not her.”

My dick was throbbing with need, and it was no good to look away, due to all the topless beauties in the distance. “Speaking of busty bodies, between you swaying your impressive rack and all your naughty talk, you’re making things very uncomfortable for me.”

I looked down to my crotch knowingly. It was still the case that my tight swimsuit was showing off everything I had.

But my maddening wife deliberately played dumb, just to tease me some more. “What, do you have some kind of pulled muscle down there? Maybe a pinched nerve? Would you like me to pull your swimsuit down and give you a nice long tongue massage?”

I couldn’t help but laugh at “tongue massage.” But then I said, “Please. Be serious.”

“Fine. Regarding Lisa, you might have no choice but to fuck her. Either she joins our little den of iniquity, or she could be trouble. You know what they say about lovers spurned.”

“You’re not just teasing me about this, for once, are you?”

“Well, fuck my tits and paint ‘em spermy white, you got that right! And here I was afraid you’d squirted out your brains along with about eight gallons of cum.”

I laughed. “Uh-oh. I hope I haven’t started a trend with that saying.”

“Fuck my tits! I think you have!”

She laughed hard at her own joking, and I joined in.

Growing (somewhat) serious again, she asked, “But really, what are you going to do about Lisa?”

I looked over in Lisa’s direction. She was huddling in close conversation with her four topless friends. “Looks like nothing, for now. I don’t even want to get NEAR that pack of troublesome and overexcited female hormones. We’ll deal with her later. Hopefully, I can talk to her one on one.”

“Eeeeeeexcellent,” Mindy said, doing her Mr. Burns impression, complete with rubbing her palms together. “Of course, I’m assuming that when you say ‘talk, ‘ that’s code for ‘shove my uncommonly fat cock in her mouth and choke her on it.’”

“MiiiiiIIIIIIiiiindy!”

“Okay, I promise I’ll behave ... Mostly. Why don’t you go over to Cindy and say hi to her at least? You pretty much haven’t said one word to her since she’s gotten here.”

I looked over at Cindy, lying face up in her lounge chair a good ways away, sunglasses over her eyes and her two big breasts fully exposed. “Hmmm. Don’t mind if I do.”

I was about to go, but then I shook my head like a wet dog trying to shake water off. “Hold on. I KNOW you. We need to resolve some things right now, or you’re just going to conspire against me to draw more and more women into this sexual web of yours. Starting with Cindy.”

She pretended to fan her face while she batted her eyes. She said in a Southern accent, “Little ol’ me? You must be confusin’ me for someone else, mister. I’m just a harmless, little innocent wallflower.”

“Yeah, right!” I laughed.

“Hmmm, so you’re going to play difficult, hubby? I hear hypnotism can be surprisingly effective.” She started moving her shoulders about a little bit, causing her tits to slowly swirl in circles. “Just keep staring at my boobs. You are feeling sleeeeeepy, very sleeeeepy...”

I chuckled. I was glad that Mindy had her back to the others, so they hopefully couldn’t see what she was doing. “Okay. Seriously. There’s only one of me. Too much sex and it’ll lose its charm. I love Ruby and Michelle with all my heart, but I don’t love these other girls.”

“Not even Lisa? She’s so cute and sweet, and she’s really jonesing for your boner. And speaking of joneses, I have this serious urge to see what she looks like all bound, naked, and dripping with cum, just like Ruby. Wouldn’t you love to see her cute face totally splooged white?”

“Min, you’re something else. Not even her. It’s true I wouldn’t exactly kick her out of bed-”

My wife cut in. “And if she’s already in your bed, then you might as well tie her up and test out her blowjob skills ... Okay, I’ll be good. Sorry.”

“Like I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted by some cucquean weirdo, I wouldn’t kick her out of bed, but I wouldn’t want her fully involved and see her every day either. That would just take away time I could be spending with you and the girls. And as for the likes of Anjali and Nina, forget it.”

“But you wouldn’t ‘kick them out of bed’ either, would you? Those two are Michelle and Ruby’s most trusted, busty, and Daddy-lovin’ friends. I’m sure it’s no coincidence they got invited here today.”

“No, I wouldn’t kick them out of bed either, I’ll admit. They’re hot. I feel like I wandered into some kind of a topless photo shoot of famous college-aged models. This is no ordinary gaggle of pretty high school girls, that’s for sure. But I do NOT want you to try to make cock slaves out of them, or out of Lisa! Is that clear? I’m way over-extended already.”

“Is that a polite way of saying well-hung? Just how long is your ‘extension?’” She cocked her hip and struck a puzzled pose, staring at my obvious bulge.

“Miiiiiiiiindy!”

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said, as the devious wheels turned in her head. “I’ll agree to cut down on my scheming with those girls, and keep them from getting fully involved. But in return, you should let me try to fully corrupt Cindy. She’s a stubborn one. It’s gonna take a lot of work before the King goes spelunking in her honey cave. AND I do want to see you fuck Lisa, Anjali, Nina, and others - such as Laura, once she’s fully fuck-worthy. Oh, and that busty señorita at Señor Diego’s. Oh yeah, Maria’s her name. It was pretty easy for me to read her name tag since it was a good three feet closer to me than the rest of her, if you know what I mean.” She chuckled.

“We don’t know a thing about Maria, other than that she’s got round and high breasts bigger than Volkswagens.”

She asked, merrily, “You mean the old Volkswagen Bugs, or the Volkswagen hippie vans?”

“Hmm. I’m thinking the classic Bugs. Michelle’s rack is more like the hippie vans.” I chuckled at that, but then I added, “She could have a serious boyfriend, or be lesbian, or who knows what! Anyway, bottom line, I’m NOT interested. Finito.”

“As if those kinds of minor impediments are gonna slow down the King. If it does, we’ll just bring out KING DONG! He’s unstoppable!” She laughed.

But then she said in all seriousness, “Just because those others might not become your cock slaves, you still should fuck ‘em from time to time, whenever the mood strikes you. That’s the kind of life you wife wants you to live, just so long as you’re careful about STDs and don’t knock anybody up.”

I said sarcastically, “So you don’t want me to impregnate dozens of teenage hotties? Color me surprised.”

She acted offended. “Of course not! We have to keep things reasonable, after all. Remember your reasonable bounds? Besides, pregnancy isn’t part of my cucquean fetish. ‘Dozens’ is a bit much. Try to limit your impregnating to just a single dozen or two.”

I gave her a sour face. “It’s getting harder and harder for me to even tell when you’re joking.”

She snapped her fingers, like she’d just had a good idea. “Oh, I know. In general, we’ll keep these girls generally free of the fun and games around the house, but you can still take them on dates from time to time. We should keep them in the dark about you and Michelle, though.”

I smelled a setup. “Dates?”

“Sure. Old-fashioned dates. You know, dress up nicely, pick up a girl like Anjali, treat her to dinner in a nice restaurant, and then take her to some secluded spot and FUCK the SHIT out of her for three hours! Doesn’t that sound like fun?” She was grinning from ear to ear.

I looked over at the group of five giggly girls, all laughing and talking and having a great time. And of course, all topless. From a distance, they pretty much all looked completely naked, as I could only see the occasional flash of colored fabric near their crotches.

I eyed Anjali’s dark and curvy body in particular. She happened to be standing at a profile to me while the others were sitting, which was probably why Mindy had mentioned her. She was holding a drink to her lips, putting her ample tits and ass on very prominent display.

Mindy saw me looking. She reached out and stroked my arm gently. She often did that when trying to wheedle something out of me. But this move also pulled her closer, letting her nipples graze against my chest. “Come on! You know you wanna tap that! Can you imagine fucking THOSE tits?! They might be even larger than Michelle’s! And that’s just for starters. I’m sure those two got invited here today in large part due to their big tits, which are all natural, by the way.”

She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “But frankly, all of the Gruesome Twosome’s friends are sexy. You could go out on a couple of dates a week, and slowly work your way through their entire circle of friends by the end of the summer, several times over, leaving the whole gaggle of girls a sticky, cummy mess.”