GITJ Post 335: A Saturday at Melissa's, p10 (8pm, Dr. J)

“Oh good you’ve got him out of his wet stuff. Laundry going. Is he still sleeping?” I heard someone ask. 

“No…he’s just waking up…”

“Ooo he’s shivering,” said someone else, “Get him off that cold floor...”

…

It had taken me a few minutes to start to come to. I’d begun to drift back to some form of consciousness, laying there on the tile floor of the laundry room, downstairs in the house. Immediately I was chilly. What had happened? Last I’d remembered I’d been…what? Swimming in the pool, I think, with the girls. Melissa had come home, right? Had I been in the hot tub? Wow…what was wrong with me? My hair was still sort of wet, and a beautiful girl in a black bikini knelt on the floor alongside me.

“Your boxers are in the dryer, sweetie,” it was told to me, as I was obviously confused as to why I was wearing…nothing? Someone had stood me up, supporting me from behind. My cock swung between my legs, and I was nowhere nearly as concerned as I should have been about my nudity among clothed women.

“Let’s get you to the couch…”

Strong perfumes. Really strong.

Already I’d been moving on my feet, helped to walk by three girls now. They were all so much taller than me, and as I slowly became more aware I could smell that it was Randi, Aubrey, Lakshmi. Did I say ‘smell’? I meant see. Feel. Hear. Taste. I felt thickening, throbbing.

“Someone’s at the door!” someone else called, as I realized I was now in a small crowd, women all around me in the great room. Was Melissa here?

“Probably delivery,” someone else answered.

I was chilly after swimming, wearing nothing. Bathing suits, still, on most of the girls. New ones had arrived, clothed casually for a Saturday night in amongst friends. My shuffling feet were on dry ground, but my head still swam. I needed to sit down, I needed-

As if aware of my anxieties and needs, the crowd parted.

“Oh, you're shivering sweetie, come here,” Melissa beckoned from the couch, outstretching her arms to me, “Sit down…”

In that moment I couldn’t imagine doing anything other than what she said, her lap beckoned to me and it was all I could focus on. All eyes in the place were on me, several guiding sets of hands on my back and shoulders, and Melissa’s smile and thick thighs drew me towards her like magnets. She was still in her blue bikini which suddenly became a blur as I was  spun around, to sit on her lap facing outwards.

Immediately I was pulled, nuzzled in, and embraced with musical approvals from all around me. Struggling to find warmth, I wrapped my arms around the strong arms encircling me, “There we go,” she cooed from behind me, “cuddle back up against the body of the big giant lady.” She giggled, and her enormous breasts squashed into my upper back, warm, and I felt a new wave of perfume settle over me like a blanket, obscuring reality even further from me. Was this a dream? Was I really naked?

“Ooo he looks like a little boy, sitting like that Missy, hugging your arms,” came Josie’s voice.

“Look at him getting hard again, already…”

“Lakshmi help me warm him up,” I heard Melissa say. I then watched as olive-dark skin, the upper back of one of my medical assistants, closed in on me. The next thing I knew-

Oof.

“You’re too heavy!”

“You’re squashing him Kiki!”

Giggles of laughter. A dark brown girl on my lap, a softly enormous rear, sandwiching me. Sitting next to us, now, someone else. Blonde? I glanced over; I recognized her, and she told me to breathe. Y’know how the smell of chlorine on a warm body can be sexy? I was surrounded by sexy. With the smell of it, mixed with so much perfume, the cooing voices, the warmth of all these bodies and the massive butt wriggling into my lap…the chill from the pool was forgotten. My arms draped across the broad hips of the girl in my lap now and I felt Melissa’s hands in my wet hair, rustling it dry. I groaned.

The girls laughed again.

“Do you feel drunk, sweetie?” Melissa asked from behind me, as I admired the supple musculature of Lakshmi’s exposed back, the contrast of her light blue swimsuit against her deep honey skin, “Sorry, but it’s all the perfume. I wanted all the girls to make as much as they could, just for this little while. We want to get you all settled…”

“We to becoming your family…” said the blonde.

“..we have to protect you…” spoke someone else.

“…Daddy,” cooed Lakshmi, looking down at me over her shoulder.

Melissa giggled again from behind me, and pulled me tighter in, by the shoulders. If I’d been uncertain of all their intentions before they sat me down, now I no longer needed to wonder. Melissa wanted me surrounded, encased, cocooned. Warmed up and made to feel safe and protected. I now had a new appreciation for how little clothing we all wore - me none at all - as I  felt the back of my legs rub against her thighs and the thinly spongy material of her bikini on my back. Exposed skin - hers, mine, Lakshimi’s, the blonde to our right - was everywhere. It was so comforting, so soft and perfectly smooth. It beckoned me to lean and snuggle back against it, my face now turned and my right cheek in between Lakshmi’s shoulder blades. I breathed her in, my air and oxygen was all them. I felt a dumb, drunken smile on my face. This was all an invitation to be enveloped, one that I was given little choice but to accept. Everytime I leaned forward Melissa’s massive hand would press against my chest, pushing me back against herself.  “Watch your posture, baby,” she told me.

I mumbled something in assent, and struggled best I could not to rut up into Lakshmi’s massive rear. I asked, I think, what was happening, if I’d blacked out in the pool. I couldn’t really remember what went down, and didn’t really understand what was going on now. The girls laughed me off, many drawing closer in around us.

“It doesn’t matter too much, does it sweetie?” Melissa purred.

“We’re all here…”

“Your baby girls…”

“Bikini bunnies…”

“Big boobie breasts…”

I could feel all their perfumes in my nose mouth throat lungs like sweetness permeating me my lungs my blood my heart and my mind. Like gentle hands fingers holding me by my braiin, molding me my will my self. Melissa cooed into my ears, stroking me, and I may, I thinkk, I dunno maybe unnngh just came, up in betweeeen the swells of Lakshmi’s big big big rolling butt as it rubbed me into my own belly.

Oooooooo came all the voices, and I swear she just got heavier. I shuddered, and collapsed. I nearly fell asleep again, against Lakshmi’s back, Melissa’s breasts behind me. Someone took my hands, drew them around Lakshmi’s waist.

“I should go, guys…” I heard the blonde to our right say, “it totally like they know someone hungry.”

I turned, drunkenly, placed my left cheek now against Lakshmi’s back, and saw it was Katarina to our right. Blue bikini, swollen pale breasts that looked  - I must be imagining things -  like I could actually see them filling up, gland lobules, veins pulsing.

“You’ve been drinking wine,” someone said to her, “It’s not like you can save it. Go pump ‘n’ dump.”

Someone was whispering in Katarina’s ear.

“Sushi!” I then heard someone call.

“Omigod I’m so hungry,” Melissa said from behind me.

“Me too..!”

Mmmms and ahhhhhhs and mmmhmmmms greeted the food as it was taken from bags, as containers were opened, first set on the large coffee table in front of us.

“Are you hungry sweetie?” she asked.

Yes but no. Fish? Not really. The girls giggled at my scrunched-up face of disgust.

The blond Katarina was gone, replaced by another blonde - Katie. Lakshmi was now off my lap and seated alongside to our left. Aubrey was bringing Melissa some food and gently I was laid down, across three laps, so the girls could eat above me. My head was resting on Lakshmi’s big right thigh, most of my torso was across Melissa’s legs, and my own thin legs settled over Katie’s shapely ones.

“You don’t mind if we use you like a plate do you?” Randi asked, as she set down a small container of cucumber rolls on my chest. Another joined it, put on my belly by Aubrey.

“Shh don’t move,” Josie urged, as she came over with more sushi, “Stay still.”

Before I knew it, the three of them - Josie, Randi and Aubrey - all in swimsuits, were setting up sushi on my body. Some still in trays, but some just bare onto my skin. My chest, my shoulders and hips and legs were all being used as a human platter: maki, nigiri, sashimi. I was covered, head-to-toe in their dinner. If at first they barely registered that my belly was slick in come, that it ran down my flank, it was now pointed out by Lakshmi as she picked up a salmon uramaki and slid it through my stickiness.

“Eat it,” Josie urged.

Mmmmmmm came the whole crowd as she did. I shivered, despite myself - and they set on me like hyenas.

They were using my seed as their sauce, my body as their platter. Rice, fish, vegetables. Chopsticks, fingers. Some girls ate right off me, taking a mouthful with a kiss. I was frozen, paralyzed, perfume-drunk and groggy. My cock was soon in a mouth, inexplicably hard again. Were pictures being taken? Tongues were underneath me, lickings of my skin and sac.

I looked up, at one point, just to watch Melissa eat. I was erect,  throbbing, sheathed in a mouth. My vision was swimming but Melissa spoke to me gently and casually as she ate, making it a point of swallowing so that I could see her throat muscles working and focus on them as I began to come again, with a moan. I felt vague heat, pleasure, warmth and of course my needs as I watched her swallow. Melissa and the girls having taken control of my consciousness. And even that faded to white as I spurt up into some eager, waiting mouth and drifted into, I think, a nap, laying there, feeling thighs underneath me swell.

I returned, after a bit, even more disoriented. I was the human platter still, spent, hearing someone say that the cat wanted to come in.

“Oh good, let her in,” Melissa said, “She’s been gone a while.”

And then I passed out

I woke again and I was being cleaned, soft cloths, warm cloths. They were gently washing me. I was naked, still across three laps, but now I had a thin white towel over my hips.

“You’re noticing how all the girls are being extra nice, aren’t you?” Melissa asked, as the others looked down at me with indulgent eyes, brown and deep, crisp and blue, a crowd of beautiful women.

“Y-yes I, uh…”

“Do you like it?”

“I…I do,” I answered.

Laughter lightly shook my body. And it wasn’t my laughter.

I was being sat up, still on Melissa’s lap, and I was being handed a drink. Soda? Or beer? It had bubbles, and when I looked at it my stomach turned. ‘What´s the matter?’ ‘Is something wrong with your drink?’ ‘Do you want me to go get you a new one, honey?’ ‘Do you want to choose a different type of drink?’

A disapproving cat was on the couch, behind Melissa’s shoulders, slinking about the crowd, eyeing me with disdain.

Katarina had returned, and blankly I was noticing that she, standing, was in the center of a little group. She held a big, pink mug and was letting others drink from it. Invariably they laughed, or gasped, or nodded when taking their sip, speaking among themselves. Katarina had changed, now in a long robe of soft white terry cloth likely borrowed from the house. She was now being urged towards me.

I looked up at her.

“You should try it, Dr. J,” someone called.

“It’s so good,” said another.

With that, and with a soft, knowing smile, Katarina crouched down alongside me, where I still lay but was being propped up by Lakshmi. I gaped at her large breasts through the open front of her robe. The big pink mug, which read something across it and was also a likely fixture of Melissa’s mother’s home, was being offered to me. “Drink up,” I heard Melissa encourage from above and once again I felt compelled to comply, feeling like there was nothing else I would rather do. 

The mug was at my lips, and I was drinking milk, warm milk. It was sweet with oligosaccharides, globular fats and lactose. A particular glycome, and it was-

“Oooo look at your little milk mustache!”

“Katarina he’s got you all over him”

So good…tastes good

Drink more.

“Omigod he likes it!” Josie sang, and as the mug was pulled from my lips I looked up and saw Shanette and Melissa sharing a secret glance…

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