“Yes, but you have to serve yourself.” I set the bowl in front of her, moved close, and offered her my cock. “You know what to do.”
“Yes, sir.” She skipped most of her usual blowjob foreplay and went straight to sucking. She moaned softly as my dick expanded in her mouth. I’d been half-hard already, and it didn’t take much.
“You too, hon,” Carter said to Kim. “Suck it.”
“Mmm, yes, sir.”
I actually did a double-take.
“What’s the matter?” Carter said.
“Nothing,” I replied quickly. “Just that she sounded exactly like Christy.”
He chuckled. “’Cause you trained her well.”
“I dunno ’bout that. Let’s just say that I brought out her natural tendencies.”
“Most subs are that way,” he said. “They’re pleasers.”
Christy stopped sucking long enough to say, “He’s right.”
“Who told you to stop?” I snapped at her. “Keep sucking.”
She moaned and swallowed half my length. Then she forced my dick into the back of her throat.
Carter watched for a moment. “That’s a pretty impressive trick. And don’t take this the wrong way,” he added, “but you lied.”
I frowned. “When?”
“When you said you don’t have a horse-cock.”
“What? It’s a little bigger than normal.”
He wasn’t convinced.
“Trust me,” I said, “I’ve met guys with real horse-cocks, and mine isn’t in the same league.”
“Let’s ask Christy.”
She released me and caught her breath. “It’s pretty big.”
“Can she deep throat?” he asked, and it took me a moment to realize he was talking to me.
“Oh, yeah, sorry. She can.”
“Let’s see, my dear,” he told her. “Put his cock in the back of your throat.”
“Yes, sir.” She took a deep breath, steadied my shaft, and took me halfway. Then she grabbed my ass for leverage and swallowed another couple of inches.
“Hey, hon, you gotta see this,” he said to Kim, who whined in frustration. “Never mind,” he chuckled. He grinned at me instead. “Priorities. She’s enjoying herself,” he added. “She doesn’t like distractions when she’s pleasuring me.” He brushed her hair out of her face and smiled down at her. “That’s a good girl, keep going. Keep Daddy happy.”
My eyebrows rose at that, but I didn’t say anything. Carter fell silent as well, and I took the opportunity to watch Kim. His dick was thick enough that she couldn’t swallow more than an inch past the head. She compensated by using her tongue and hands. She cupped his balls and massaged them, while she stroked him at the same time.
Christy moaned and drew my attention. She released me and swallowed.
“Sorry, leakage.”
She took me deep without waiting for me to tell her. She paused halfway to catch her breath before she swallowed me the rest of the way. I groaned as her lips closed around the base of my cock. She bobbed slowly, and some stupid, analytical part of my brain marveled that she could hold her breath so long.
Fortunately, the sensations from my cock overrode the urge to count the seconds, and I simply enjoyed the feeling of her hot, wet, tight mouth. She withdrew slowly and caressed my shaft with her lips and tongue.
She paused for a moment before she took me deep again. I rested a hand on her head, closed my eyes, and concentrated on the heat of her mouth. I wouldn’t last long if she kept it up, but that was the whole point.
“Oh, that’s it, hon,” Carter groaned from the other side of the table. “Get the bowl.”
Kim pulled back, reached for the strawberries, and stroked his thick shaft. He groaned again and shot two massive spurts into the bowl. His come was thick and very white, especially against the red of the berries. Kim continued stroking and milked two more gushes onto them. Then she captured the tip of his cock and sucked gently.
The sight was enough to push me over the edge. Christy pulled back in surprise and fumbled for her own bowl. She found it just in time and thrust it under my cock. The first spurt was so strong that it hit her face instead. She laughed in surprise and adjusted her aim.
The rest of the spurts covered the strawberries in pearly, translucent liquid. It didn’t look as impressive as the white of Carter’s load, but I shot a lot more than he had. Christy pumped my shaft and moved the bowl under it. She spread semen on the rest of the berries, even around the edge.
When she was happy with the coverage, she made eye contact and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. A shiny trail of semen led from her forehead to her cheek. It crossed her eyelid, and pearly droplets clung to her eyelashes. She sucked my cock as it slowly grew soft. Then she sat back and caught her breath.
“That was impressive,” Carter said.
“Thanks.” I swallowed hard. “You too.”
Christy paused to carefully wipe semen from her eye. She winced and blinked several times to clear it before she used her middle finger to wipe it again. Then she licked them clean one after the other.
She wiped semen from the rest of her face and licked her fingers. Then she licked the tip of my cock and sighed as she tasted the last of my load.
“Wow,” Carter said, “she really likes it. I thought you might be exaggerating. What do you think, hon?” he asked Kim.
She hugged him around the hips and gazed up at him. “I’m happy if you’re happy.”
He chuckled and stroked her hair. “Good girl.”
Christy started to reach for her bowl.
“Whoa, not so fast,” I said. “What do you say first?”
“Please, sir, may I eat my strawberries and cream?”
“Very well-trained,” Carter said.
“Go ahead,” I told her.
“You too, hon,” he added to Kim.
The girls made a show of enjoying their dessert. They were play-acting for our benefit, but I couldn’t fault their enthusiasm.
“Save some to share,” Carter told Kim, and for a moment I thought he meant with him. That would’ve been a twist I hadn’t seen coming. He turned to me and added, “Do you mind if the girls trade?” He read my expression and laughed. “What? You thought I wanted some?”
“For a moment, yeah. Stranger things’ve happened.”
“No, that isn’t my thing,” he said calmly. “So, you don’t mind? If the girls share?”
“Sure, no problem.”
Christy’s eyes flashed with excitement as she handed her bowl to Kim and accepted hers in return. Kim ate a semen-covered berry.
“What do you think, hon?” Carter asked. “Your first taste of another man’s come.”
“I like it.” She blushed and glanced at me. “Although… it’s probably better from the source.”
Carter barked a laugh. “What about you, my dear?” he asked Christy. “Do you like the taste?”
“More, please.”
“Clean your bowl first.”
“Yes, sir.”
Kim used her finger to lick semen and strawberry juice from hers. Christy did the same, although Carter’s come was thick enough that none of it had reached the bowl itself. She pretended to find some.
“Mmm,” she added for his benefit, “yummy semen.”
A muffled boom from the main camp caught our attention. Carter frowned and looked at his watch.
“Kids’ fireworks,” I said.
“Ah, right.”
“The main show won’t start for an hour.”
“We should probably get there early,” he said, “so we can get a good spot.”
I started to say that we had time, but he was using it as an excuse to slow things down.
“Sounds good,” I said instead.
“Okay if we take a bottle of wine?”
“Maybe two?” Christy ventured. “Please? Sir?”
Carter grinned. “Right.”
* * *
We passed my parents as they were walking down the hill from our (their?) cabin. I parked across from the clubhouse, and we waited for them. I made introductions when they joined us. Dad caught my eye when he could do it where the others wouldn’t see. He ogled Kim and gave me a discreet thumbs-up.