Chapter 59

We went to a top-notch Thai restaurant. To my surprise, Mindy, Cindy, Ruby, and I actually did end up having a very enjoyable yet non-sexual dinner. Sexual energy was coursing through us like we were all made out of electricity, but such a high level of arousal can’t be maintained 24 hours a day, and I think we were all glad to take a break, relax, and eat some food.

It was nearly miraculous, especially given the sexy, bra-less dresses the women were wearing, but my penis even managed to remain flaccid for most of the meal.

Mindy was a total crack-up with her jokes, even more so than usual. Everything that came out of her mouth seemed to put the rest of us in stitches, probably because we were quite giddy with general euphoria about recent developments to begin with.

As we walked back to the car, I rubbed my stomach contentedly and said, “That was great. I can’t remember ever having a better time.”

My wife seemed to find that comment amusing. She said, “Think harder. What about before the meal? The blowjob photo session? The endless series of different mouths going down on you while even more hands stroked and pumped? Wasn’t that fun?”

“Well, yeah,” I admitted. “I mean, hell yeah!”

“And what about my cock slave ceremony before that?” Cindy asked. “Wasn’t that great?”

Ruby started to say, “And what about-”

“Yeah,” I admitted, cutting in. “Wait. Stop. Don’t remind me of any more recent memories. I’ll cut to the chase and conclude that the whole day has been totally fantastic, and yesterday, and the day before ... Hell, the whole last week or two has been one non-stop joyride. Let me amend my statement. I can’t remember ever having a better meal at a restaurant. How’s that?”

Mindy pointed out, “Sue Ellen would be sad to hear that. Are you telling me you had more fun just now in that restaurant than when you played with her, stripped her, and then fucked the shit right out of me in the Mama Mia’s ladies’ room?”

I laughed. “Okay, I take that back too. The poop was really flying out your ass that time, wasn’t it?”

Mindy laughed, but playfully punched my arm.

I tried again. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had in a restaurant in the last hour. How’s that? Did I offend anybody?”

We all had a good laugh at that.

As we continued walking to the car, Cindy had a great big smile on her face, even more so than earlier (which was saying a lot). I asked her, “What are you thinking?”

“I’ve never felt so happy. Ever! I’ve never felt so FREE! This is freedom! I worried that feeling would fade when I came down from my orgasmic high, but it hasn’t much at all. Like, right now, I’m walking across a parking lot, and my breasts are completely unsupported. They’re swinging around and crashing into each other like I’m topless, and I ... I don’t care!”

To prove her point, Cindy did something with her shoulders to make her boobs sway even wilder than they already were. “They were like that all through dinner, and people were staring at us, and I don’t care! Everyone could see the points of my hard nipples, and you know what?”

Mindy blandly quipped, “Let me guess: you don’t care!”

Cindy giggled at that. “Bingo! I don’t care! I’m still totally ashamed because this goes completely against everything I’ve been taught, but I just keep thinking ‘hurts so good.’ And it’s true! The shame actually fuels my constant erotic buzz! I love it! And all through dinner, every now and then, a mind-blowing thought would pop into my head, like ‘I’ve agreed to be Dan’s sex slave.’ Or, ‘My daughter is now one of his sex slaves too.’ Or ‘My God, Dan, my fantasy dreamboat Dan, my best friend’s husband, is gonna fuck me soon!’ It’s like I’m constantly being jolted by electric shocks. But it’s good! It’s freedom!”

Mindy wryly noted, “Freedom is slavery, huh? I think George Orwell would agree with you.” She obviously remembered that was one of the slogans in Orwell’s classic novel “1984.”

Cindy glared at Mindy. “Fuck you! You’re not being helpful. Not Big Brother-type slavery; I’m talking sexual slavery. Total submission through devotion to the one you love. It’s completely different, and you know it.” Cindy looked quite cross.

“Sorry,” Mindy said. “I’ve got a bad case of diarrhea mouth tonight. Speaking without thinking. But you’re right. It is different, and I do know what you mean.”

Ruby chimed in, “So do I. Freedom actually IS slavery. Because heck, let’s face it, I love to toss the word ‘slave’ around as much as anybody else in our harem, but we’re not really slaves in any normal sense of the word. Dan here is a big pussy cat, and he loves us all up. Daddy, being a slave to you is about as tough as a billionaire being ‘enslaved’ to his or her fortune. Or like Jeannie being ‘enslaved’ to Major Nelson on ‘I Dream of Jeanie, ‘ except I’ll never ever do anything mean to you like she used to. You know, that show was a real inspiration to me and Michelle. I bet you could guess that by our harem outfits.”

“Oh no!” I groaned. “I went to all that trouble putting porn filters on the computers, when I should have been protecting you girls from Nick At Nite!”

The women all laughed at that.

Then Ruby pretended to cough, but muttered, “Not like those filters worked.”

She continued in a normal voice, “The truth is, we’re free to live our normal lives, except we have this profoundly sexual thing going on that’s just so extreme and wonderful that I want to use an extreme word like ‘slave’ to describe it, but even that isn’t enough. I wish there was a term even MORE shocking and taboo to describe our relationship.”

She stopped walking and dramatically held a fist up. There was a burning fire in her eyes. “I wish I could go back in that restaurant, stand up on a table, and shout, ‘I’m this man’s bitch! His slave! His slut! His sex pet! He can strip me and ride me like a pony right through this restaurant if he wants to! That’s how much I love him and love to serve him!”

Ruby turned to me. She stared intensely with her beautiful green eyes. “Dan, I love you. I really do! It’s not just some intense but fleeting crush. I know I’m shockingly young for you, but I’ve felt this way for YEARS. Every time I say I’m your cock slave or sex slave, I mean that, but I also really mean that I love you so much that I’d do anything for you. Just like there’s no limit to what a master can order his slave to do, there’s no limit to what I’d do for you, sexual or not. I want our love to grow and deepen in every possible way as the years go by!”

She added, “And our relationship is naturally imbalanced, just like a master-slave relationship, because there’s only one of you and there’s five of us. But that’s good! That’s how I want it. I’m submissive, for one thing, and sharing you with Michelle, Mindy, Mom, and Sue Ellen is half the fun. Really! So, whenever you hear me call myself your ‘slave, ‘ remember that what I’m really saying is ‘I love you.’”

At this point, Ruby and I were staring deeply into each other’s eyes, and our faces were drawing closer for a kiss.

But I heard some sniffling from Cindy and Mindy, and one of them muttered, “That was beautiful!” I realized it was Cindy.

I whispered to Ruby, “I love you too, slave,” and then I closed in for the kiss.

Ruby and I shamelessly necked for a couple of minutes, while the other two stood by and quietly talked to each other about how moved they were by Ruby’s little speech.

Cindy commented, “Ruby dear, if I had ANY lingering doubt about you enslaving yourself to Dan and his big cock, those doubts are gone! And you’ve boosted my confidence that I’m doing the right thing totally submitting to him too. My only hope is that your loving vision will come true for me as well!”

Mindy said, “Dan has a big, big heart. There’s room for all of us to love him and for him to love us back just as much. That’s why I don’t worry about sharing. Although I’m always going to assert those special wife privileges.”

Eventually, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed an older man and his wife walking past us towards his car. I couldn’t see the wife’s reaction, but the man certainly looked puzzled and a bit scandalized by our kissing. It occurred to me that, even in the darkness, it was clear that I was an older guy kissing a teenage girl. That was fairly unusual, but having two other women stand by and happily watch probably added to his confusion. I just hoped he didn’t notice the startling resemblance between Ruby and Cindy, especially with their similar red hair and large busts.

Feeling a bit chastened, I broke the kiss and herded the group to the minivan.

When we got there, Mindy had her keys out first and insisted she drive. I walked around to the front passenger’s seat, but Mindy asked, “Where do you think you’re going, buster? Into the back seat, you beast.”

I complied, but asked, “‘Beast?’”

“Beast,” she nodded firmly as she started the car. “Because I have no doubt you’re ruthlessly going to have your way with Cindy and her poor, defenseless, but oh-so-busty-and-wantonly-slutty daughter before we even get to wherever we’re going.”

Hmmm. Obviously, this means I’d be sitting in the middle of the back seat with Cindy on one side and Ruby on the other. Foolish me. How silly of me to think that my slaves would give me a break and let me drive again. Since it feels like I haven’t climaxed in about twenty years, that sounds like fun!

I let myself get dragged into the back.

As soon as we were all seated, Cindy picked up my hand nearest to her and slipped it into her dress so I could fondle a soft yet firm tit. But apparently that wasn’t wild enough for her. She draped my arm around her back and slipped her dress off her shoulder on that side, exposing the full roundness of her breast and a good deal of skin below it as well. “Beast!” she mockingly complained as she put my hand back on her now bare tit.

Ruby hiked her dress up to her belly button. “Beast!” she complained as she started to play with her pussy lips. “Mom, look what he’s making me do to myself!”

“You MONSTER!” Cindy gasped in an over the top theatrical voice. “My helpless, oh so FUCKABLE daughter! Ruby, I’d better distract this fiend before he pops your cherry right here in the back seat!” She unzipped the zipper to my slacks and fished out my erection.

“Which cherry, Mom?” Ruby asked happily. One of her hands was busy frigging her pussy, while her other hand was crawling up my leg like a spider. “My vaginal cherry or my anal cherry? They both need some Daddy popping.”

“Both, I assume. Only your Daddy gets to fuck those holes!”

“Duh, Mom! It goes without saying that my body is for Daddy only. No other man is going to so much as kiss me, if I can help it ... Ohmigod! Mindy, we totally need to add that to the list of rules, don’t you think?”

“Nah,” Mindy replied. “It’s like you said, it goes without saying. Besides, Dan is still holding on to this crazy idea about you and Michelle dating boys, so we have to disabuse him of that idiocy first.”

“Oh yeah. Damn.” Ruby slumped down in frustration after getting that reminder. She wagged a finger at me. “Beast! Idiot beast!”

As Cindy’s hand slid up and down my pole, I commented, “Um, we’re about to leave the parking lot. Min, do you even know where we’re going?”

“No. Not that it matters, you beast. Have you noticed we haven’t even left our parking spot? I’m having too much fun watching you back there to actually drive.”

“Oh great,” I said, “we’re all gonna die. Note to self: keep sexual fun in the house, so we can all live to a ripe old age.”

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good,” Mindy said. She tilted the rear view mirror away so it wasn’t pointed towards the back seat. “Look. Now I can’t even be tempted. I’ll just look out back through the side mirror.”

I decided it was actually safer that way, but I pointed out, “And you, Cindy, you’re just letting it all hang out. I don’t want other guys to see you like that.”

“Goodness gracious!” She looked down at her exposed breast. “I’d better duck down to be safe, then.”

She ducked down, which “just so happened” to put her mouth over my cockhead. Needless to say, she was happily sucking away on it within seconds.

I was impressed at how she managed to slide her lips over my cockhead without any hesitation or visible doubt. I knew that she was like Sue Ellen in that they didn’t have the extensive practice the others did (with dildos or the real thing). But Sue Ellen had the recklessness of youth, when anything seems possible, while Cindy had been emotionally beaten down and jaded over the years.

It appeared that she simply really, really wanted it. Within seconds, her lips started sliding while she resumed the excellent tongue work that she’d shown last time. However, I noticed that she’d also took the criticism of the others to heart and she used a hand to jack me off as well.

Ruby giggled. “Beast! Look what you made my mom do!”

“Why is everyone calling me a ‘beast’ all of a sudden?”

“Because that’s what you are,” Mindy replied. Then she put on a look of pretend horror. “Oh no! If he’s this much of a beast now, dare I say ... he could turn into...”

Ruby finished the thought. “King DONG! Oh no!” She tried to look horrified, but she was smiling too much to be at all convincing.

Mindy gasped with mock-shock. “YES! The one and the same! Be afraid! Be very afraid!”

Cindy was happily sucking my cock, and her lips were going back and forth over my sensitive spot. But she pulled her lips off to ask, “What’s this about King Dong?”

Ruby immediately dove her head down to my crotch, shouting, “You snooze, you lose!” After getting a bit pushy with her mother, she managed to fit all my bulbous cockhead into her own mouth, and she proceeded to employ the exact same move over my special spot that Cindy had been doing only moments earlier.

Cindy was miffed, but not completely deterred. Not wanting to be too greedy, Ruby left the rest of my privates untouched. Cindy still had her one hand wrapped around my shaft, and she kept on jacking it off. But since her head was still close, she also began licking her way up and down whatever her fingers weren’t busy with. She was so into it that she even fondled my balls as well.

After I recovered from the rush of another mouth engulfing my cockhead, I settled down and tried to calm my breathing. I pointed out, “You know, Red, that’s not very sporting. What about, what is it? The third rule? ‘Share the cock, ‘ I believe.”

Ruby let out a muffled noise that sounded a bit like “I’m sorry,” but I couldn’t be sure.

Cindy said to me, “Don’t worry, it’s alright. I understand her youthful enthusiasm. She just can’t help herself. Besides, there’s a LOT left here for me to lick and stroke, and I have no doubt that I’ll be busting my jaw on you a great deal before this evening is over. Plus, I’m thrilled to be sharing your cock with my daughter for the very first time!”

Mindy asked from the front, “Did you do some of that during the photo shoot?”

Cindy replied as she licked, “A little, but not really. It wasn’t the same because there were other hands involved. And it was only for a minute. But this, we could go for a long time, trading his fat knob back and forth! I’m really excited!”

I could see my wife’s radiant smile through the rear view mirror. “That sounds like a plan. And this is a special moment! Your very first mother-daughter blowjob! I wish we could take a picture or two. I’m sure this is going to be one of my hubby’s favorite combinations from now on, for so many naughty reasons. Just looking at your two heads of red hair bobbing all over his horse cock like that is a visual treat!”

Cindy groaned lustily. “Gaawwwd! I wish there was some way we could be suck on all of his cockhead at the exact same time!”

Then she had an idea to try what was apparently the closest practical thing. She tilted her head until her mouth was perpendicular to my shaft. Then she tried to get as much of my cock-meat between her lips as possible. It wasn’t a total success, but it felt pretty damn great as she slid her lips up and down on me like that for a while.

Mindy was actually driving the car forward now, so the conversation halted for a minute while I gave her directions on where we should go. It was a dance hall in a hotel I’d come across once that was a good thirty minutes’ drive away, and most of that on fast highways.

It had some advantages that were good for our situation in addition to being far away. For one, I knew the dance floor was open nearly all the time, even though it was only really busy on Friday and Saturday nights. It was one of those hotels that wanted to have various facilities open every day of the week, even if they didn’t make money. Then they could boast about having more facilities always open than the other hotels.

What was even better for my “nefarious” plans was that they tried to hide the lack of people dancing by keeping the place quite dark. That way one could see hardly anything, let alone how few people were dancing.

Once Mindy had the car headed in the right direction, she said, “Now, let’s get back to King Dong, so you won’t get blindsided when it attacks you. Cin ... By the way, is it okay if I call you ‘Cin?’ I heard Dan call you that a couple of times today and I really like it.”

Cindy didn’t bother to look up, since she kept right on licking and stroking with two hands. “Certainly! I’d like that! We’ve been good friends, best friends even, for so long, that it would only be fitting. But I’ll only allow it if you let me call you ‘Min’ in return.”

“Deal! I love it!” Mindy laughed, apparently just too overcome with delight not to. “See? This is just further proof that our new lifestyle is drawing us all even closer than ever before. Seeing you slurp all over his outrageous donkey dick like that, even as your daughter stuffs her face with the rest of it ... that does something to me!”