I smiled and tried to look more comfortable than I felt. Leticia caught my eye, and I moved over beside her to get a better look at her lady friends. I assumed that they had come to see my cock, but I had to remind myself of this because the whole affair seemed so weird. Leticia put her arm around my waist and talked casually with her friends. I could catch them staring down at my pants as they tried to gauge what Leticia must have told them earlier.
The men settled into chairs in one corner of the room and called over to Leticia. She answered them and then spoke to the ladies. Soon the ladies found places to sit and Leticia asked me, “Today, I see you.” “Tonight you show friends and husbands, OK?” “You go now and show.”
I was on. Before me sat three wives and three husbands. How would this work out, I wondered? Again, a plan came to me. Block out the men. Perform to the wives. Enjoy them and see if any of them will show you pussy in front of their own husbands. That was my objective for the night – make the wives show pussy while the husbands watch. A noble goal. My peter was already responding to the challenge.
With no delay, I unbuckled my belt, kicked off my shoes. The husbands slugged beer and joked around between themselves while the wives watched me with interest. By the time I got down to my briefs, even the husbands were leaning forward a bit.
I outlined by coiled cock with one finger, which stimulated me enough to cause the briefs to tent seriously. I folded my hands behind my head and jutted my hips this way and that while my package giggled forcefully down below. All eyes were fascined on my bulging briefs with its barely contained weight bouncing left and right and up and down.
I reached down and pulled the briefs upward, allowing my balls to spurt out one on each side. Plop, they fell down to the “Oooos” of the onlookers. The wives were transfixed while the husbands smiled with approval at the display.
Then I pulled the briefs downward ever so slowly. First my pubic hair and root came into view, then an inch of cock shaft. Another inch and another. I stopped from time to time and mugged for the audience. There I was standing in front of the wives and husbands with my cock half exposed and the briefs half way to my knees but still covering the last few inches.
I stopped to play with myself with little touches and strokes so that I was good and hard. As my pucker of foreskin came into view and the last of my cock was revealed, up it sprang and slapped against my stomach and chest. It waved up and down in front of me for a few seconds before settling at just about a ninety degree angle from my frame. Already my dickmeat was drooling. At the tip of my cock little bubbles of cum popped and tiny threads of cumjuice stringed their way to the carpet.
The wives and husbands both broke into exclamations in a language I did not understand. They looked at each other and back at me. Leticia held out her hand beckoning me to come to her. She gently caressed my cock and used both hands to pet it like it was a kitten.
Suddenly the room was filled with chatter as the wives accosted their husbands with a flurry of sentences. The husbands argued and seemed concerned, then one by one they too started to disrobe. Unceremoniously they pulled off trousers and boxers until all three were naked with their little nubbins of cocks poking out. I’d say I was larger than all three put together and multiplied by two.
To compensate them, the wives hugged their husbands and rubbed their cocks to full erections. Then I could see that they, too, were leaking. Obviously there was to be fun and games for them tonight as well as for me.
One of the wives unwrapped a motel plastic cup and held it under her husband’s dick while she milked him. Everyone watched as the husband was pumped and drained into the cup. I slowly stroked myself as I watched, and occasionally one of the wives would heft my dick and give it a squeeze.
One after the other, all three were milked into the same cup. When they finished, the wives set the cum cup on the desktop beside me and pointed to it as they motioned to me and unwrapped another cup. Gradually I understood that they wanted me to empty a blast into the new cup. I surmised that they wanted to compare my load with their husbands. Who was I to question their weird request? I was enjoying the experiment and I was more than happy to oblige.
It was awkward for me to hold the cup at the end of my dick because it was quite a long stretch. So I motioned for a wife to help me. I sat in a chair while one of them knelt between my legs and held the cup. Leticia and the other wife sat on the bedside and watched while the husbands relaxed on the beds and muttered something among themselves.
I had been aroused and hard for long enough that I was able to maintain the erection even with lots of stimulation. So I played out the drama. I took the cupholder’s other hand and placed it on my shaft and encouraged her to pump. She did a swell job, and I let me head roll back and dropped my arms to my side to enjoy the sensation. Back and forth she went, making my bulb disappear under wrinkles of foreskin then reappear looking like a purple plum. With each backstroke my pee hole spread open like an angry eel reach to feed on a helpless morsel.
As she stroked me I eyed the other two wives. My eyes traveled up and down their bodies, appealing for them for help. Leticia understood, and she moved her knees apart so I could see up between her legs. Her friend followed suit and began to unbutton her blouse. Leticia kept going. My juices were bubbling as I gazed directly at her panties that were the only thing hiding her sweet pussy from my eyes.
She teased me mercilessly as her neighbor showed off her bra. I was smiling and cruising on autopilot. Dick stimulation, A-OK. Visual stimulation, A-OK. Anticipation of pussy sightings, A-OK.
I relaxed and started to allow the inevitable involuntary convulsion to take over my mind and body. Slowly I turned over all stimulation and control to the wives. I anticipated their joy and watching a huge cock gush its load. I was enjoying them enjoying me.
I took over my own firehose. The catcher wife intently positioned her cup. I paced my strokes rhythmically. With my eyes half closed in pleasure, and with wives on display I was ready to release. Just then Leticia pulled her panties aside and my eyes fascined on her crease. Pow! Jets of squirtum plastered the little cup. More like blasts. “Arg, Arg!” I emoted as I forced spasms of fluid into the target. Stroke after stroke produced stream after stream of white goo. It was in the cup, on the catcher’s hands, on the floor, everywhere.
After fifteen strong pumps I was exhausted and let go of my grip. My spent member flopped downward, bounced off the chair seat and rested dangling over the edge with a low volume drain of cum still flowing.
The cup was almost full of fluid, and the wives marveled at the comparison with their husbands’ contributions. Of course, it wasn’t a fair comparison because I was super stimulated by their wives whereas they were just popping off a routine load. I imagine if they were in front of new pussy, they too would cum up with better results.
Leticia dropped her skirt to cover her legs, and her friend buttoned her blouse. As for me, I was in a lather and needed a rest. I grabbed a beer and joined the husbands on the other side of the room. We smiled at each other, and they seemed to like my company well enough. One even took my cock in his hand and lifted it up and whistled. That made me wonder about the ultimate nature of this get together.
Leticia said to me, “You tired? How long? You do again?” I held up my hands and took a deep breath. She smiled and said, “Few minutes, OK.”
With that, the three ladies went into a striptease. On after the other undressed until all were as naked as the men. Their show revived my interest, and before long my cock pole was pulsing back to life.
What beautiful pussies were before me. Well trimmed. One had prominently protruding inner labia that looked so delicious and vulnerable. I couldn’t wait to split those lips with my dick handle. Leticia took out a bottle of lubricant and oiled my cock with great care and skill. That’s all it took to restore my might. And she was first in line for a fuck.
I mounted her, traditional style, on the bed and eased my dickhead into her slit. She spoke to her husband, and he came around behind me and used his hands to position my cock just right for the plunge. I pushed into her with little motions, withdrawing and entering a little at a time. Eventually, I was a good half way up her pussy. I called it quits there because I was bumping up against her limit.
I motioned for the next wife to take her place, and we repeated the penetration. I rocked back and forth inside her for fifteen minutes, then called for the last pussy. Each was very snug and tight because they were only used to their husbands’ cocks. It became difficult to restrain myself because the pussies pressed on me so much.
After I poked each wife, their husbands mounted them for a pleasure ride. Then after the third wife, Leticia returned for more dicking. We made the rounds over and over. I tried to give each wife ten minutes of fucking before switching, and we changed out positions to alter the angles of penetration. My favorite was sitting on a chair while one by one they put their back to me and squatted down on my prick. This gave a great view to the watchers.
Soon all seven of us were having at it at a furious pace. Every husband fucked every wife, and I tapped husbands on the shoulder when I wanted to break in. At one point the wives were all doggie style on one bed, lined up with asses and cunts ready for action. I poked each one for three strokes then moved to the next, up and down the line.
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