Zeke picked himself up, “I’m gonna have to talk this over with the other guys. I know we all want to see her in a bikini for a change. But if there’s not going to be any blowjobs…”
After Zeke left I dwelled on every word of our conversation. Did I say the right words? Did it seem like I was too enthusiastic? Would it work?
When Zeeta heard about the prospect of five streams of pee cascading over her body she was more excited than I’d ever seen her. We also had the best, most intimate, sex that night. And with no pee!
Pete called me the next day, “Did Zeke get this right? Is Rosita really gonna strip for us and do the, the you-know-what?”
I already knew the answer, but what I told Pete was, “I’ll work on it. I’ve already got her envying a vacation that we can only afford with a windfall. When I offer her the money then I’ll try for your plan.”
“But Zeke says she won’t blow us…”
It wasn’t true. I knew she would be willing to. Yet it was me who was jealous and didn’t want my friends remembering her like that at every get together. Then again, it wasn’t like she hadn’t given a lot of blowjobs before we met. Still, I said, “She’s gonna be my wife. Would you want Doris blowing all of us?”
Pete froze, “Um, but we need blowjobs. Some of us haven’t had one since we’ve gotten married.”
“Sorry, Pete. That’s the offer. Take it or leave it.”
I worried that I was too strong and the guys might actually leave it.
Pete sounded more worried than I felt, “I’ll call you back.” He said.
It was Burton who called back, “What if Rosita did the pool and we hired a stripper for the blowjobs?”
“Do you really want one of our girls witnessing you guys with a stripper?” He was dead silent, “Yea, that could go bad if word got around. I’ll call back.”
It wasn’t a half hour before Burton called back, “OK, we need everybody to keep quiet. All of us guys on this end won’t say a word because we can’t let our girls find out. Rosita won’t say anything because, well, because of what we’re gonna do to her: that must be SOME vacation you’ve got planned. Anyway, it’s you! You…you won’t do it with a stripper and you won’t have anyone you need to keep a secret from. You’re the problem.”
He let that sink in, “But I’ve got an idea if I can convince the other guys to go along with it…”
When he wasn’t forthcoming I asked and he continued, “You need some skin in the game. You have to fluff us like in that porno we saw, and then we’ll do the pee thing with Rosita.” He said ‘fluff’ like in the title, but I knew what he really meant.
I said nothing for a long time, so long that Burton asked if I was still on the line. Finally, I replied pretending to be beaten in the negotiations, “Yeaa, consider it done.” He was overjoyed and never questioned my motives.
Now, in truth I WAS incredibly averse to fluff the guys, but I was far more averse to watching Zeeta blow them. Furthermore, she really wanted to see me at the faucet so now I was gonna make two dreams come true for her.
Zee and I talked at length about how we wanted it to go. She wanted me kneeling right next to her in the pool. She also wanted all the guys to drench her all at once. I just wanted for her to blow none of the guys and maintain some modesty by showing no more than a wet T-shirt would. Beyond that I was making myself be very amenable.
On the big day I provided massive amounts of beer and pushed it liberally. We wanted the guys to be hammered and uninhibited so no one would back out and fail to give her their all. We also wanted to make sure that their all would include forceful torrents of pee.
The blue plastic pool sat in the center of the room all evening while us guys drank, played darts, watched suggestive porn, and sang raucous songs. Meanwhile, Rosita waited upstairs, counting the seconds until her time.
About an hour before the main event I locked the bathroom, placing an “out of order” sign on the door. This would ensure that no one emptied their bladder prematurely.
Zee flashed the lights, then we all stared at her shapely dark legs coming down the stairs.
After the high heels we lusted for the short Daisy Dukes with a sexy frayed pocket.
Her white cotton T-shirt made me picture how the guys would be able to see her veiled breasts once it was wet. It was tied in a knot in front making it shorter and tighter.
Halfway down, she kicked off the heels playfully, sending them soaring across the room.
Reaching the landing she walked down among us guys, touching a shoulder here, or an arm there as she passed. All eyes followed her small tight ass.
“Who wants to see my shirt get wet. To see it become translucent?” She shook her big boobs just then. We could barely see the outline of her areolas. The guys were slapping each other on the back, so great was their good fortune.
Then she grabbed Dominic’s shirt roughly, pulling him close, “Or… who wants to see my shirt riippppped off of me, revealing my nudity right away!?” I didn’t expect that! But the guys didn’t care what I expected. Unanimously they clamored for naked flesh. Zee was taking this in a direction different from what we’d planned.
She knelt in front of me submissively and mysteriously offered a stub of shirt to me.
It was up to me: my decision. I grabbed the tab and pulled. The shirt shredded easily unraveling from the bottom to the top. Here I was, alone responsible for exposing my girl to their leering stares. It grew shorter and shorter. I hesitated briefly when a first glimpse of underboob was exposed. But taking a deep breath I forced myself to continue.
When at last her boobs were completely revealed the guys whooped and hollered semi-obscene comments, restrained somewhat by the knowledge that she wasn’t some random stripper.
Next, she stood again, jiggling delightfully as she did. My buds were uniformly captivated, getting wilder and losing control.
In the next phase she was wearing only the denim shorts and white frilly sox. She even took the bow out of her hair, letting it all hang down.
She pushed her way through the crowd, intentionally rubbing her gravity defying breasts against a few of the guys arms, but also demanding respect and slapping their hands away when they tried to touch. I hoped that I alone noticed how erect her nipples had become.
She turned her back to us, lifting one sexy foot slightly, then bending over to grasp her ankles.
With her perfect ass on display we could just about see the outline of her pussy and could definitely see the creases of her butt cheeks.
Zeeta shook her ass. “Have any of you guys seen a pair of shorts as fine as these?” A solitary meek voice offered that he had not.
She swung back around then unzipped slowly, revealing a pair of stark white panties inch by inch.
Shimmying out of the shorts my gorgeous girl now showed virtually everything to my undeservedly lucky pals. The thin panties were sheer enough to permit a view of her black bush through the thin material.
She turned away again and we realized the panties were thongs. Her round latin buns never looked hotter than when ogled by so many stupefied eyes.