Jane raises her voice, “Willian Henry Shoemaker. You will not embarrass me in front of my friends.”
Her voice isn’t friendly; she is pissed at my idea. I know how to follow orders. However, she isn’t a superior officer. I look at the mother, and she smiles and then does a hitch with her head like I should jump in.
I look back at my sister; her hands are on her hips; she’s breathing smoke at me. Why? I just kicked off my shoes and pulled off my socks. I whip off my suit coat, quickly unbutton the buttons. Tossing the shirt next to the coat on the ground.
My sister is screaming at me, “NO! BILL! NOT HERE! NOT NOW!”
Nobody else is moving; all eyes, including the father, are looking at my huge body and rippling muscles. My pants and underwear come off quickly. Jane tries to grab my arm. That was an epic failure. Two steps, and I launch off the side of the pool and into the warm water. I motor through two laps before others join me in the pool. The mother is first to join me while my sister and the father are last.
The husband didn’t swim much; he was too busy watching all the women fawn over me. I am squatting in the water, making it easy for them to swim up to me, smash their breasts into my chest, and then move them back and forth as they reach for my cock and stroke me. I am rock hard in no time.
It’s not long before trouble starts. The wife is on a crash course for me. The husband is watching the wife close. Jane and Violet are brilliant; they distract the husband with a blowjob. He had no clue what the wife did. She was a bad girl. As she gets close to me, she reaches for my cock. That’s different. She has a plan; now that she has it, she guides it straight into her hungry pussy. She walks straight into me with little effort.
She knows it’s there. Her eyes light up as she presses her nice tits into my chest. She wants to hold me, but she can’t get her arms around me. She tries to push into me and pull out, but the water makes that challenging. I make some big waves by thrusting my cock into and out of her hungry pussy. This is out of this world. First, my whole body has been tingling since I stripped in front of a crowd. Then all the women are stroking me and rubbing their tits on me. Now I get to fuck the wife while the husband is being double-teamed by two young women.
The wife’s head is on my shoulder; she says too loud, “Fill me!”
That surprises me, but I will follow my orders. I’m not ready yet. I want her to have more fun, and I want these pretty women to get horny. The husband is done; he shot his load and has laid down on his back. His decent-sized cock, limp on his thigh. Violet and Jane both have big smiles on their faces.
Ann is tired of waiting on her mother. She has a friend start caressing her mother’s breasts from behind while she reaches under and starts playing with her mother’s clit. My hand slams into the daughter’s hand with every thrust.
It’s a matter of seconds before the wife orgasms and screams, “OH FUCKING YES! That’s how to fuck a woman. Yeahhhhhh babyyyyyyy. OH MY GOD, that’s terrific. You really are a beast of a man. Thank you.”
The husband is on his side, watching us. I have no idea how long he’s been watching. He’s not nearly as happy as the wife is. That does not surprise me. Yet, I bet this isn’t the first time she has done this to him. I haven’t cum yet. Ann pushes her mother out of the way and repeats her mother’s trick of holding my cock and using it to guide her pussy onto my hard cock. Do they both do that to the husband?
Ann has her breasts tight to my chest, and her arms are long enough to latch on to me. I use my meaty paws to play with her astounding breasts. They are spectacular, better than mom and Jane, not that I will ever tell them that. Ann rides me like a bucking bronco, holding on for dear life. Her pussy has never seen anything my size; she only gets three-quarters of it in. She doesn’t care because I’m using short strokes, and it’s ripping her apart. She’s screaming the entire fucking time. That would annoy me, but she feels terrific on my cock.
Her tight pussy doesn’t want to give up my cock as it pulls out. Oh, she has mastery of her muscles; she’s squeezing my cock as I pull out! Hot damn. This woman has replacement potential; I like her a lot so far. Her arms slip off me, and I release her fun bags and pull her back into position. She is wearing out; I hold her now. Her grin gets even bigger as she’s held between my bulging muscles.
She and all the other girls are watching my arms. I concentrate on holding Ann as I flex my muscles hard, making me sweat and shake from the hard work of making my muscles bulge and the veins pop out. It’s a bodybuilder move to show definition. They’re all drooling over me. I have no idea what it is, but I get these times when I want to show off my body to an appreciative group. They’re all digging it, including the wife that is lying naked next to the husband. He’s keenly aware of what his daughter is doing and the complete joy she’s getting from our coupling.
A chef comes out, completely ignoring us. He starts up the grill, cleans it, and later puts on some huge, marinated shrimp with some vegetables in a thick brown teriyaki-looking sauce, but thicker. Oh shit, I’m going to come soon, and I don’t know if she’s safe.
All I can get out is, “Whereeeeeee.”
Her arms hold on tighter, pressing her tits into me tighter, and then her legs come up and wrap around my legs and ass. Message received. My quick strokes come to a halt as I now use strong thrusts to push further into her wonderful pussy, where I shoot my load with blast after blast after blast of cum, filling her body. This, the height of our climax, and she goes quiet as I let out a roar heard for blocks.
I needed that and enjoyed it even more. The parents call us over to the table where we sit down. The chef is removing the food from the grill.
Ann is sitting next to me dreamily, looking up at me as she says to the table, “Dad gets jealous of the guys that come over here, and he likes to crush their hands and intimidate him. I almost laughed when he tried to crush your hand.”
Her dad laughs, “I saw you and thought, either he’s a teddy bear or a badass. I know a handshake would tell. I would be in the ER right now if you used only a third of your strength. You’re one big dude.”
Jane is at the far end, sharing a chair with a friend, “Oh, you have him all wrong. He IS a teddy bear. A soft, gentle giant. A man that’s as nice as you will ever find. His boss and everyone on the floor loves him to pieces. However, you scorn him or, worse yet, threaten someone in need, and heaven help you because I have seen him in action. He is lightning quick, efficient, and calculating in everything he does. Watch, every time he enters a room, he pauses to scan the room, looking for threats and exists.
“There is no doubt that his quick thinking saved my life. Imagine me not here tonight. How different would this night have been? I’m scared to go out or be with strangers now unless he’s with me. I wouldn’t even come here without him.”