The Five

I woke Thursday morning with Erica stroking my morning erection. "Hey, Sizzle," I said. "Why are you here?"

She gave my erection an extra stroke. "Yesterday, I was one challenge away from joining the fuck Rob club. I called Jillian this morning for someone to commiserate with. She suggested a solution and here I am."

"Welcome," I smiled and kissed her.

Sizzle gave me her best effort. I was ten minutes late for work.

Wednesday, I woke up without company again. Today was a play date and Jillian and Pat were "saving" me. The three of us had a prolonged breakfast with kisses and some through the clothing fondles and squeezes before we headed for Shayna's house for lunch and cards.

Shayna greeted us with hugs and kisses. Jillian and Pat kicked off their shoes once we were inside. Shayna was also without shoes. The other women arrived shortly later and their shoes joined the others in the entry.

Lunch was quick and we settled on the floor in the living room to play. I questioned the absence of shoes.

"That was my idea," offered Shayna. "I thought that the games were taking too long and wanted to speed things up a little. Starting with fewer items to lose seemed an easy solution."

I considered her thinking. I wasn't averse to shortening the time it took to get to the challenges. "I get it," I said and took off my shoes.

Sixty minutes later, Shayna and I were both naked. Thirty minutes later, Jillian and Pat joined us. Shayna's losing streak continued during that thirty minutes. She and I shared each of the first four challenges after each of the next four hands. Shanya reached challenge seven one hand after Pat lost her panties.

Shanya took my hand and led me to a back bedroom that appeared to be a guest room. She closed the door, turned around and held out her arms. We moved together and kissed. My erection immediately made itself known. Shanya took my erection in both hands. "I've waited a long time for this," she said.

She was right. Of the five women, Shanya was the only one who hadn't fucked me. She intended to correct that oversight in the next few minutes. We kissed and Shanya moved us slowly toward the bed. We fell on the bed, Shayna on top of me.

"Turn us over," she requested.

On her back, she spread her arms and legs. "I want you this way," she said.

Lying there, on her back, Shayna was a brown skinned angel. Her dark hair was spread out on the bed like an aura and her breasts moved up and down with her breathing. I moved slowly between her legs. Her large clitoris was begging for attention. She pulled me up before I could kiss her clitoris and I slid slowly inside her.

She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly as I moved deeper inside her. "Oh my God, that feels wonderful," she cooed.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and her heels pressed against my ass. "You have no idea how much I've imagined this," she said.

"You've imagined having sex with me?" I asked.

"With everything the others have said about sex with you, how could I not?" she asked.

"Nice to know," I thought.

We took our time. This was exactly what Jillian and Pat were saving me for. Unfortunately, I came first. In spite of my clenching every muscle I could to postpone my ejaculation, the beauty, warmth and emotional involvement of Shayna, pushed me over the edge. Shayna laughed and cried as my semen flowed, pulse after pulse, into her.

"That was amazing," she cried.

I kissed the tears from her eyes as I shrunk and slipped out of her. I held her down on the bed while I kissed down her body until I could suck on her clitoris that she wouldn't allow me to do earlier. I closed my eyes and focused every thought and motion on pleasing her. I slid two fingers into her and pressed her clitoris between my fingers and tongue.

Her orgasm was as beautiful as the woman she was. Her back arched and her vaginal fluid flowed freely. She lay in my arms for several long minutes, shaking and twitching afterward.

"Shayna," I said.

"Yes," she answered.

"You ladies talk about me?" I asked.

"We do. Nothing negative. It's what we do. We trust each other. We share our thoughts, desires and experiences. Everyone out there, waiting for us, has raved about having sex with you. Except me. My expectations were stratospheric and you didn't disappoint. If I could find a way, I'd spend all night with you."

How could I respond to that? So, I just kept quiet and kissed her.

We managed to get off the bed and stop briefly in the bathroom before returning to the living room where four other women were waiting for us. If they expected a report, they were disappointed. Shayna only smiled coyly and I only offered, "A gentleman never tells."

We settled down to continue the game. I managed a prone kissing session with Jillian, Sizzle lost her panties and, two hands later, Stacey lost hers. The game was over.

It was almost three o'clock. Starting with less clothing had produced a quicker game. We had an hour before the usual quitting time. We took a break in the kitchen where Shayna found beer and soft drinks for us. We nibbled on the leftovers from lunch. I took a beer and went back into the living room and settled on the sofa.

One after the other, the women wandered into the room.

"Okay, ladies," said Pat. "What do we do now?"

"We play the game," suggested Sizzle.

"We're already naked," pointed out Pat. "Should we get dressed and start over?"

"Definitely not," said Stacey. "We continue were we left off."

"Then we're playing for challenges," explained Pat.

"Sounds perfect to me," responded Stacey. "Deal the cards, Rob."

"Shayna's out of the game," reminded Pat.

"That's okay with me," chimed in Shayna. "I've had enough for today."

"Whose turn was it?" I asked.

"Who cares," said Stacey. "Just deal."

I dealt the cards and Sizzle lost the first two hands treating me to a prone kiss and a fantastic tit fondle, kiss and suck. We continued, every hand awarding me something sexual with every one of the women. Eventually, Jillian's four earned her, and me, another challenge seven.

"You can use the guest room if you like," offered Shayna.

Jillian stood up and took my hand. On the way out of the room, she noticed the time. "We don't have time for this right now," she realized.

"How do you want to handle it?" I asked.

"You can owe me," she said with a sly smile. She kissed me. Everyone, except Shayna, got dressed and left for home.

At home, I kissed Jillian. "I owe you," I suggested.

"You do, but not now," Jillian said. "I have to get ready for dinner before your father gets home."

Thursday and Friday mornings I woke up with Pat and Jillian both helping relieve my morning erection.

Saturday morning, I slept late, alone. Eventually, I got out of bed, took care of my morning needs, dressed for work and headed for the kitchen to get something to eat. My mother was sitting at the table, dressed in a beige wrap around dress tied at her waist and sipping a mug of coffee.

I poured my own mug of coffee and sat across from her at the table. I took a large gulp of coffee and grabbed a Danish from the plate on the table. "Where's dad?" I asked.

"He's getting dressed," mom told me.

We talked about everything and nothing. We covered the weather and the state of the nation. Soon, dad walked into the kitchen. "Well, I'm off," he informed us.

Mom got up and kissed him goodbye. "Play well," she said.

Dad left. "Where's he going?" I asked.

"He's going to play golf and you're going to work late," Jillian said with a smile.

"Say, what?" I asked.

"You owe me," reminded Jillian.

"I have to go to work," I said.

"That's why you're going to be late," repeated Jillian.

Her logic, and almost three days without sex, was convincing. I called the market and told the manager I would be late. Jillian and I headed for my room.

Jillian untied her dress and it dropped to the floor. She was naked underneath. "You better remove those clothes yourself if you want to wear them to work," she suggested. "If I do it, I'm probably going to do some damage."

I got undressed as quickly as possible. Jillian wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Her kiss was passionate and hungry. "I want you to take me. All of me. Inch by inch. And then you're going to fuck me until I can't breathe. Do you think you can manage all that?"

"I'll give it my best," I committed.

Over the next ninety minutes, Jillian submitted to my every whim. It was all one way. She never attempted to stimulate or relieve me. It only made me more determined to over stimulate and satisfy her. I explored, and kissed, every square inch of her body, from between her fingers and toes to between her puffed and swollen labia. I spent considerable time with my fingers and tongue inside her mouth, her vagina and her rectum. When I finished tracing her body with my fingers and tongue, I revisited every place with my erection. The only time she offered me any solace, was when my erection passed across her lips and entered her mouth. With a huge grin, she sucked me inside until her throat provided a unique squeeze and then relaxed until I continued to transverse the rest of her body. Several times, she succumbed to orgasms of varying intensities. Finally, I entered her slowly and began to slide repeatedly as deep as I could manage. When her orgasm hit, I paused, removed my erection and held her until she recovered.

We turned over and I began to slide between her pussy lips from behind her. I used a well lubricated from the effluent from her pussy finger, to explore inside her rectum. Her resistance was slight and I probed further. Another orgasm verified my exploration. My erection slipped from her vagina and I positioned against her relaxed rectum.

"Oh," she moaned.

"Okay?" I asked. The first time I'd asked permission.

"Yes, but slowly," she managed to instruct me.

I pushed against her sphincter. At first she moved forward with me but, after several attempts, she pushed back against me and my erection slipped past her tight muscle and entered her about an inch.

"Oooowoo," she cried.

I stopped pushing. "Enough?" I asked.

"No," she insisted. "I'm going to do this."

She paused. I waited. Without warning, she pushed back suddenly and I slipped two to three inches further inside her. Having gone that far, I pushed the rest of the way into her and waited again.

She shifted her hips and I began a rhythm similar to what we had earlier in her vagina. Several minutes later, I reached my limit and came forcefully in her intestines. The sudden feeling of hot semen within her set her off on another orgasm.

We spent the next half hour recovering and cuddling together until Jillian looked at the clock and said, "As much as I'd like to stay here with you forever, and repeat everything again, you have to get to work and I have to be organized enough to be normal when your father gets home."

I kissed Jillian, took a shower, redressed and headed for work. Amazingly, I was only a half hour late and nothing was said about it.

Monday I had the day off and, with approval from Jillian, I spent the entire day with Pat at her house. The only stipulation was that I would be home for dinner, clean and dressed. Pat is a considerate lover. I don't remember the details of everything we managed but she made it all seem natural and seamless. I discovered all the same places on her body as I had on Jillian's body on Saturday and maybe a couple of new ones. The second time we had anal sex, Pat rode on top of me and transitioned from vaginal to anal seamlessly.

By early afternoon, we were saturated with sex and exhausted. Pat put together a simple lunch and we sat together in the living room watching a porn movie she purchased at the local adult store. Twice, she commented, "Next time we'll have to try that."

I was home before dinner after showering with Pat, fucking in the shower and again in the bed and showering again.

Wednesday, Jillian and I walked next door to Pat's for the weekly gathering. We were an hour early since Pat insisted on an early start. The movie from Monday was playing on the television in the living room. "Just setting the mood," explained Pat.

We scheduled lunch for the first break and started the card game as soon as everyone arrived. We sat in the usual circle with an over busty performer sucking on an over large cock on the television. I noticed everyone was barefoot.

"Barefoot?" I asked. "What does that leave?"

"Four items," said Pat. "You need to catch up."

I took off my shoes and socks and dealt the first hand.

Shayna and I were naked within thirty minutes. Three hands later, both Stacey and Sizzle had joined us and Shayna and I were reveling in our kisses. Twenty-five minutes later, everybody was naked and Stacey had moved her challenges to an amazing, but incomplete, blowjob.

We took the planned lunch break. When we resumed, Stacey was positioned for a level seven challenge within fifteen minutes.

"I need to let my lunch settle for a while longer before I collect from Rob," she explained. "Keep playing and let's see where this goes," she suggested.

Nine hands later, everyone except Jillian was queued for their own level seven challenge.

"What now?" asked Jillian. "It makes no sense to continue. I'm the only player and a guaranteed loser."

Pat did some mental calculations. "True," she agreed. "By my estimate you'd be waiting your turn in only four more hands. I declare you the final loser. Welcome to the club."

"Now what?" asked Jillian.

"I see an opportunity," offered Pat.

That got everybody's attention. "Follow me," said Pat.

We all followed Pat to her bedroom with the king sized bed. "Up on the bed, Rob, she ordered.

When I was settled in the middle of the bed, Pat continued. "Ladies, there is our opportunity."

When no one seemed to understand, Pat explained. "I suggest we all join Rob on the bed at the same time and experience the joy of his presence together. Sex with him is the goal with sharing a priority. Take turns and don't wear him out. There are five of us and we should insure we all get a fair turn.

What followed could better be described as a scrum rather than an organized queue of women waiting their turn. I was surrounded and pummeled by tits and pussies with various other body parts thrown in. I was pushed on my back and kisses were provided without pause. When the first hot vagina surrounded my erection, I was unable to verify the owner before it was replaced with an equally hot vagina.

When the energy of the scrum cooled somewhat, Shayna was on her knees in front of me and I was stroking into her from behind. Stacey was on her back under Shayna, trying to capture my testicles in her mouth when I pushed into Shayna and holding Shayna's tits in her hands. Shayna had her arms around Sizzle and alternatively kissing her lips and nipples.

Shayna forgot the fair turn rule and she increased the tension on my erection until I erupted inside her.

We took several breaks for recovery and hydration and, by four pm, everyone had managed to get her turn.

I walked home with Jillian and I went to my room to consider what had happened. My first reaction was elation. I had more sex in four hours than I had any hope of having in a month or two. My second thought was more worrisome. Since my appearance, the tone of the ladies' group had shifted from a tight knit group more concerned with building personal and sexual relationships to one based on sex alone. I was bothered by the thought that the change would eventually cause friction between the women and destroy the profound unity of the group and the end of the Wednesday gatherings. I was caught between my desire to continue having sex with the women and my desire to have the group remain intact. I needed to think about a solution, if there was one.

The next Wednesday gathering was at our house. Jillian rushed around in the morning making sure everything was ready. Jillian was barefoot and wearing the same beige wrap around dress that she wore the Saturday dad went to play golf. I wanted to ask about her dress and whether she was wearing underwear but it was eleven and the others began to arrive.

The greetings were warm and affectionate. One thing was immediately apparent. They were all wearing the same dress. We sat in a circle on the living room floor and Jillian handed me a deck of cards. "Before we start," I said. "I have to verify an assumption I've reached. You're all dressed alike."

"Obviously, we are," answered Jillian.

"And I've see this dress before," I stated.

Jillian smiled. "You have," she confirmed.

"I conclude, therefore, that all of you are not wearing underwear," I stated.

"So?" asked Pat.

"You all have exactly one item of clothing. Why do we even have to play the game. One of you will be naked on the first hand and I'll immediately match that state of undress. All of you could be naked in as few as four more hands. Seems a waste of time," I speculated.

"Rob has a point," agreed Pat. "How do you want to proceed?"

"I suggest we just have a casual afternoon," I spoke up. Let the clothing disappear as appropriate and the sexual combinations grow and change organically. Not the competitive orgy we had last week. Something more civilized. I suggest the sex will be even more meaningful than before."

Shayna got up, crossed the circle and sat on my lap. "I love it," she said and kissed me.

What followed was a calm and caring group relationship. The clothing didn't last long but the physical encounters were polite and emotional. We touched, kissed and fucked in twos and threes. No one was ignored and no one was over whelmed.

During one of the many lulls in activity, Stacey offered a suggestion. "I've been thinking," she started. "Today is more like before Rob sneezed only six weeks ago and I think we've reached a new high in our relationships. However, I'm concerned about Rob. He's the only male in the room and, as expected, he is part of all our thinking. He brings joy to all of us and I would be distraught if he burned out. I wonder, therefore, if we shouldn't consider relieving him of some of his responsibility."

"How do you propose we do that?" asked a suspicious Pat.

"I think we should add another male to the group," stated Stacey.

"That's a terrible idea," commented Jillian.

"How so?" asked Stacey.

"Is there a single one of you who wouldn't admit that our relationships with our husbands isn't better than it was before Rob joined our group?" asked Jillian.

No one woman disagreed.

"And that includes sexually as well as personally?" asked Jillian again.

They all smiled and nodded in agreement.

"I suggest," Jillian continued, "that we have more here than just sexual relationships. Together we're like the root of an expanded family. Like the root of a large oak tree feeds and supports the rest of the tree, what we do here feeds and supports the whole family, including the improved relationships we have with our husbands. We, this group, are the root of the tree.

"If you don't feed the root of the oak tree, deprive it of water, eventually the whole tree will die. Rob is the food that feeds us, the root. He is the source of our strength. He keeps the tree alive. If he were to leave, the tree may die.

"Similarly, if we dilute Rob's contribution, we risk the same result. Who's to say, if we add another male to the group, that we soon wouldn't be considering even another male. Where does it end? Where does it lead? I submit that diluting Rob's contribution eventually leaks into our personal relationships and damages them.

"Where we are today, is perfect. I vote we continue unchanged for as long as we can. What do you think, Rob?"

Caught unprepared for Jillian's challenge, I took a moment to think. "I think Jillian is right but, to some extent, so is Stacey. Let me explain. We, the six of us, are the root of a larger tree, one we all have an interest in preserving. However, it is difficult to deny that I'm the center of much of the group's effectiveness. Stacey is correct in her concern that someday I might become less effective or missing altogether. I don't see that happening soon but the reality can't be avoided forever.