"Marco!" he shouted.
"Polo!" responded the luscious ladies all around him.
He thought he heard his wife's voice off to his right, so he stuck his hands out in front of him and waded in that direction. Somebody shrieked, and a lot of splashing occurred. He must have gotten real close to somebody! His clutching fingers sought out female flesh.
"Marco!"
"Polo!" Somebody was really close, but the splashing and laughter made it difficult to know who it was. He paused, then quickly launched himself across the water. His hands found purchase on somebody's back. He slid them around her body and sank his fingers into her big delicious breasts. She shrieked with laughter. They were not Karen's, but he played with those wonderful tits anyway, pulling them against her body, wriggling his fingers within them. More laughter, then the lady suddenly plunged straight down into the water, out of his grasp. He felt her brush against his hard cock as she swam by.
"Nice try, big guy!" That was Karen, way behind him somewhere. Paul spun around and quickly swam in that direction. The rules had been modified for the occasion: the birthday boy had to find his sweetheart! Not just any sexy body would do here. More laughter and splashing of water occurred as Karen scrambled to get away, and other ladies got in between them. "Marco!"
"Polo!" He heard Karen that time, closer now, and he kicked in that direction. He heard splashing to his left and twisted in that direction. He reached out, and his fingers made contact with some woman's stomach. He slipped both hands behind her back and pulled her to him as his head came up out of the water. With horny eagerness he plunged his face into her big wet floppy tits.
"Help, he's got me!!!"
Paul hungrily feasted on big helpless pleasure mountains that did not belong to Karen. It didn't matter now, they felt so good slapping against the sides of his face as he rammed a nipple deep into the surrounding flesh with his lips and tongue. The woman (her name is Rhonda, Paul remembered) struggled to free herself, but only half-heartedly. "He's eating me alive! Save me, Karen!"
Paul heard Karen laugh. She's real close! He pretended not to notice, as he continued to munch and suck on Rhonda's boobs.
"Good thing you were in the way..." Karen said, then too late she realized her mistake as Paul suddenly let go of his victim and launched himself across the pool. She shrieked and dove to one side, but her husband got a hand in between her sexy thighs. He reeled her in like the catch of the day that she was, and then he descended upon her chest like a starving man at a steak dinner.
"Aaiiieeeeee....!!!!"
The others in the pool cheered as Paul had his way with his lovely wife. Not just her big heaving mountains of pleasure, but her stomach, thighs, hips, and of course her pretty face -- all were the targets of his questing lips, tongue, and hands.
A short time later Karen was floating on her back, with Rhonda floating right next to her. Paul was neck-deep in the water between them, his head poked up between their pancaked breasts and whirling back and forth between them, munching on one then the other. He had a hand up between each girl's legs and was driving both of them to distraction with well-practiced fingers. They both moaned with delight. The other women had left the pool, and were now setting something up on a long picnic table on the porch. (There were no men at the party besides Paul -- that was the rule for male members' birthday parties. For a woman's birthday, only the men showed up!)
Paul had his head buried between both ladies' chests when the call came to "get out of the pool and come to the table!" Reluctantly they did so.
A big cake sat in the middle of the table, and plates and forks were set for everybody. Paul sat down at the table, and Karen perched herself on his lap. He ran his hands all over her yummy thighs while poking at her breasts occasionally with his tongue. Allison, the hostess of the party, poked a bunch of candles into the cake. "Too many! Too many!" Paul yelped. "Sorry, Paul, Karen blabbed." She lit the candles, then led the crowd in a raucous chorus of "Happy Birthday". She waved her arms as she sang, and Paul stared, mesmerized, at her enormous udders as they swayed from side to side. When they stopped singing, he snapped out of it and blew the candles out with one mighty breath.
The ladies all applauded, then Allison removed the candles from the cake. When she was finished, she gently shoved the whole cake over to the edge of the table. "Okay Karen, stand right here." Paul's wife looked at him briefly with an amused expression, then got up and stood at the indicated spot, with her boobs dangling over the cake.
"Okay, now bend over!"
Karen giggled, then did as she was told. Soon the cake was where Paul wanted his face to be: covered by Karen's tits! They mushed down into the icing, and she rolled them around to get them even messier. Then she stood up.
"Looks good!" Allison said cheerfully. "Back to his lap now, like a good girl. Paul, that's your piece!"
The ladies cheered again as Karen pranced back to her husband's lap, with her tits jiggling all about and little pieces of cake flying off of them. Allison went to work, cutting pieces of cake for the other's, while Paul hungrily stared at his honey's delectable chest. Then he started to eat his "piece" of cake right off of her tits, while the others watched with horny amusement.
It was easily the longest time he had ever spent eating one piece of birthday cake. When he was done, her tits were cleaned of all the cake, and they glistened from the heavy licking they received. But not for long -- Paul grabbed another piece of cake and mushed it onto her chest, spreading it all around while laughter surrounded them both. A few minutes, later Karen's boobs were clean again. (Paul's face was quite coated with cake, however.)
A gorgeous redhead whose name Paul did not remember was sitting next to him, chatting with someone across the table. Paul's horny mind decided that her tits needed a good sucking too, and before she even knew what was happening, a glop of cake landed on her right breast, immediately followed by his face. She gasped, and the others cheered. She put her hands behind his head and firmly pressed his face into her chest, while shaking it from side to side. Her boobs became slapping, shaking, sliding flesh mountains, making Paul even hornier than before. He pushed her onto her back on the table and feasted on her like she'd never been feasted upon before. Allison stood nearby, watching with wide eyes, and Paul reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her down so that his head ended up sandwiched between her monster tits and those of the girl underneath him.
While he had his way with helpless breastflesh, Karen slid underneath the table and sucked eagerly on his swollen member. Then she wrapped her breasts around it and stroked it mercilessly. She slapped her tits together against it, and lapped at its head with her dancing tongue. A few minutes latter Paul roared from deep between the chests of two stacked maidens, and his wife found her chest covered with frosting that didn't come from the cake.
Afterward, the ladies all lined up to give Paul his presents. Each one stepped up to him, handed him a gift, and bent down to give him a kiss. Paul didn't let anyone get away with just a quickie -- each kiss was long and deep, with his hands on her boobs, fondling and kneading them. Then the party broke up and everyone went home.
Among the presents was a shiny new pair of handcuffs. That was good -- Paul broke their old pair the last time Karen locked him up and teased him with her sexy body. He'd busted right out of them, and had pinned her down so that he could have his way with her. Tonight, it was her turn to be locked up!
Sorry, but that's another story.