Having that BBQ with friends. Male friends…

My timid new girlfriend: Ch. 8

Warning

+++ The “My timid new girlfriend” series is meant to be way over the top and extremely overexaggerated, and the main character (the boyfriend/father) is meant to be absolutely dumb and blind to what is going on around him. The series is meant to be funny, light reading.

Of course, parts are erotic but for sure not for everyone.

Please be aware that in the different chapters there might be ingredients such as "creampie," "cheating," "femdom," "humiliation," "ridiculing," "contempt," "bareback," "unprotected sex," "BBC," "being auctioned," "gangbang," "reluctancy," and so on.

At the end, I have decided to publish the stories as "fetish."

Please join me in this silly saga, and I hope you enjoy the little jokes! +++

…

The BBQ

The BBQ was in full swing and started very successfully. At least 20 people showed up, all in good spirits. They all brought extra drinks and food, and I was clearly the cool bloke everybody talked about. I would sometimes see dudes talk to each other while looking at me, probably admiring the party I was throwing. I was the man of the house!

Both my girlfriend April and my daughter Lika were fully submersed in being warm, receptive hostesses, and it seemed everybody knew their names. It was probably because of the "rounds," as the girls called it, which they were offering the guests. They kept alternating the task of showing our place to our guests, but only the male guests were interested. As I looked around, I realized there were only men at our BBQ. Funny, I thought. Did the girls forget to invite the handful of female colleagues I have?

As I kept looking at the crowd, I saw that the men were somehow all wearing sports shorts. They must have known we have a pool and a hot tub so that they could take off those shorts quickly. To my embarrassment, I saw that most of them were not wearing anything under the shorts, and their large cocks were clearly outlined. If I didn’t know any better, they all might have been in a semi-aroused state. You could easily see the contours of their girths, and I must admit, some were very impressive. And way bigger than mine would ever be.

I was wearing an apron over my black pants to cover the little accident I had, which was caused by my own daughter just before the BBQ started. I didn’t want to remember the female dominance she had over me as I saw their sexy outfits earlier. I felt humiliated as she tortured me with her words about my penis size, my staying power, and having no control over my balls.

Especially as she caressed them with her soft hand wearing that leather leash on her wrist. The sight of her wearing a black dog collar around her neck and two matching wrist leashes was very erotic. I am ashamed to admit this. But I got a boner from seeing her in that truly slutty outfit. I have no other words for it. My 18-year-old daughter did have a very different word for my boner; she called it a "shrimp dick." What shocked me was her total natural dominance over me. I kept looking at the floor as she kept talking to me in a very derogatory way. She even lifted my chin with her hand and **** me to look in her eyes as she was talking to me.

The moment her small hand touched my balls, as she was standing behind me, I came in my pants right away. I felt ashamed. Everything she had said before was true. I had no staying power. The lightest touch was enough to spoil my black pants with a small cum stain. You could even see it from the outside; it had leaked through the thin material, and even if it was a small white spot, everybody would know I had stained myself. To make matters worse, she had already said upfront that I would be punished if this were to happen.

Both my girlfriend, who was watching the whole scene, and my daughter, who had caused it with a single fondling, laughed condescendingly as they were finger-pointing at the little white spot. I knew right away I would be punished, but Lika had not told me exactly how. I knew I had to keep these pants on during the party, but if I were smart, I would simply be busy at the grill and have an apron on the entire time. So, most of the time I was standing with my back towards the party, which I didn’t mind.

Anyway, forgetting the little mishap any man could have, I took a sip from my Cosmopolitan as I was busy grilling the sausages. Behind me I could sometimes hear pieces of conversations, and some of them made me a really proud man.

“She is good, isn’t she?” One guy said to somebody

“Who do you mean?” The other guy asked.

“His girlfriend.”

“I don’t know yet; I have to wait till 2 PM, according to the roster.” He replied.

“Everybody gets two rounds; you will love it.” The first guy reassured him.

I smiled; April was such a good hostess! The first guy must have had a tour in the house and was very impressed by the skills of my girlfriend. The girls were alternating the tours, and each time, as one of them was waiting inside the house, the other one would call a name while standing on the porch.

Just then, Lika was somewhere inside, and April was within hearing distance as she called "Antoine."

A French “Oui!” was yelled, and everybody cheered. As if he were the quarterback or a secret hero or something like a true athlete. He must have a strong reputation among the male colleagues, I guess. I looked over my shoulder as I was busy with my little sausages on the grill and watched the spectacle.

“Antoine,” April spoke to him in a stern tone, "no more than thirty minutes!”

Everybody laughed at this. They started cheering his name: "Antoine! Antoine!"

As Antoine reached the porch, April took a bossy, defiant pose, with her hands on her hips, showing her authority. Antoine stopped in front of her, inches away from her face, smiling.

“Didn’t you like it last time?” he asked her with a slightly arrogant tone and his French accent.

“I loved it, Antoine! But Lika does not have two hours’ time today.” April replied.

I could not imagine why a tour through the house would take two hours, but perhaps his English was not that good, especially with those typical household words you might not learn with business English.

“Where shall I go?” He asked my girlfriend.

“You can find her at the end of the hallway, on the right, in the marital bedroom.”

Suddenly, I smelled a little sausage of mine getting burned, so I quickly focused again on what I was doing, forgetting the odd thing April just said, as I was turning my head to the grill. Using the grill tongs, I grabbed it, and I asked loudly if anyone wanted a ready sausage. And I got the weirdest answers.

“Mine is ready too!”

“April wants more sausage!”

“Can Lika have two sausages at the same time?”

And so on. April shouted to me that she would pick her own sausage, and everybody hollered again. Everybody cheered, and more beers were needed. Several men walked to the fridge I had installed outside, near the grill area, so I could keep an eye on the availability of cold beers. They stood in line, waiting for their turn.

“Traffic jam.” I joked and they grinned at me, liking my little joke.

“Just like the traffic jam with your girlfriend.” One said. They all laughed.

“But she sure can handle a lot of traffic.” Another guy yelled. Everybody found it hilarious. I just didn’t understand the joke.

As Antoine had entered the house, April remained standing on the porch, having troubles with the roster and the number of entries. I noticed the skeptical look on her face and that she was trying to figure out how everybody could have a “round through their warm nests," as the girls kept naming it.

Roughly ten minutes passed when she called all men to be quiet for a second; she had to check the roster. All conversations dropped, and it became very quiet in our garden. The only sounds you could hear came through the open window of the marital bedroom. And they were rhythmic.

First, I thought I heard some kind of slapping sounds, like the impact of skin against skin. But that couldn’t be, because my daughter was wearing that party dress in the house. The wet slapping intensified and sped up, being accompanied by gasps and sharp breaths, as if somebody had been running the stairs up and down. Everybody was quiet and all were listening. Some looked at each other and gave silent thumbs-up signs. I don’t think it was smart from Lika to show the entire house to everybody, having to walk so many stairs up and down. There was a limit for her too in taking all those men up and down.

Even April turned her head to better hear those sounds. The strained moans became louder, and loud grunts were heard too, accompanying that heavy, labored breathing in the same rhythmic cadence. Suddenly, a very long groan was heard, and everybody in the garden cheered! After that, a complete silence. April smiled and placed a check mark behind Antoine's name.

The conversions picked up again, and the men looked very agitated, as if they were about to unwrap their Christmas presents. All were looking at April, and I could see on her face there was some kind of trouble with the roster. I moved some steaks to the sides of the grill where there were fewer flames and walked up to my girlfriend.

“Can I help you perhaps?” I asked, being a caring boyfriend.

“Yes,” April replied, giving me a mocking look. “Your daughter cannot handle all those sessions alone; I need to help her.

“OK,” I replied, “so what do I do?”

“You see these names with only one check mark?”

“Yes.”

“Well, those men are next in line to get serviced. I need you to send them inside in groups of four.”

“Ok, will do.” I answered, thinking that the word “serviced” was a weird way of naming a tour around the house.

“Once those four come out, I need you to send in the next four men until everybody has two check marks.”

“OK.”

“And when everybody has had two rounds, just holler through the bedroom window something like 'break,' and we will come out.”

"Sounds easy to me," I dutifully replied.

“Once we are back, we have a little present for you to unwrap!” April mockingly said.

“Oh, cool!” I said, nicely surprised.

“It is very small, but it will have a great effect on you!” April added. “I think it will suit you very well in your new role.”

“I can’t wait!” I happily replied, not understanding this “new role” thing.

“Good,” April praised me. “Start sending in the first four real men.”

"OK, folks! I loudly announced. “I will from now on tell you who gets to go inside with April and Lika. Next are David, Ian, Hank, and Sergio.”

“David and Ian, you will double-team with my daughter. Hank and Sergio, you will have my girlfriend.”

All four men walked up to the front door, and one of them asked how much time they were getting.

“Just take your time and enjoy it,” I replied. "The girls will probably finish you quick enough."

They all laughed at me in a good-humoured way, and I felt like I was their team leader. These big, strong guys were now all listening to me, and I had the power. It felt good. It reminded me a bit of the day after Pete and Mitchell came to watch the game at our place and stayed the night.

All four men quickly went inside the house. I started already checking who was next.

“You are doing a good job sending those studs in," somebody praised me. I looked up from the roster, and it was Pete and Mitchell standing there. I looked on the roster again, but their names weren’t on it. That was weird.

“Why are you not on the list?” I asked.

“Well, the girls already showed us everything they have to offer as you were gone buying those beers that night as we were watching the game together.” Pete replied, grinning.

Now I remembered! I had almost forgotten about it…

The next morning after the game

After the game, as I woke up the next morning in the guest’s room, having cleaned up the living room late at night, I heard noises coming from both the marital bedroom and the main bathroom at the same time. By listening carefully, I could hear Lika's and Mitchell's voices come from the bathroom. April and Pete were in the bedroom. April was laughing as Pete was telling her dirty jokes. I got closer to the bedroom door so I could listen in and try to understand and learn from his jokes.

“Is one of your docking stations open or me, April?”

April answered in an admiring tone, “Is your big truck ready again?”

“Oh yes!” Pete replied, “Hot to trot!”

“And you can dump another payload?” April asked incredulously, but with a very pleased tone in her voice.

“With a depot like yours—always!"

“Then show me your driving skills, big boy!” April whispered.

Right after that, I heard that typical rustling sound made by bed linens, as if April were making the bed. I heard her crawling with her knees on the sheets, and this was not uncommon because the king-size bed was simply too big for her. Often, I would find her on the bed on all fours, trying to secure the bed sheets. Whenever I saw this scene by accident, I couldn’t help smiling, because she would always have her ass high up in the air. This time was probably not different.

What was different is that I heard the same kind of sounds made by Pete. What a great guy! Selflessly helping April! My respect grew for him again. He was voluntarily helping April make the bed, and I could clearly hear him crawl up behind her.

There was a short silence until Pete grunted and my girlfriend let out a long, satisfied sigh.

…

I silently walked to the main bathroom door to hear if Mitchell was telling jokes too. I did not follow the ones from Mitchell. Probably has to do with the game, I thought.

Silly me! I suddenly realized. I put the clothes of our male guests in the laundry basket! Lika must be helping Mitchell to find his clothes, because I heard giggles, and they both sounded playful, as if Mitchell were teasing Lika by secretly hiding his clothes. I wondered what he was wearing, because this morning I found boxershorts in the hallway, in front of the main bedroom where all of them spent the night.

“I think I played a game of football myself yesterday.” My young daughter said to Mitchell in a sultry tone, “I can barely walk, sweetie.”

“Football players always get deep tissue massages the day after.” Mitchell replied. “Can you tell me where the sore spots are?” he said, with a prideful tone in his voice.

I heard some small, naked feet move around, making that typical squishing sound when you are walking on a wet floor, and I think Lika leaned with her back against the shower door since I could hear the sound of the acrylic door flexing under a weight pushed against it.

“There is only one little spot that needs to be dealt with.” Lika said in a provocative way, “It feels very tight, and it has some very, very sore muscles. I heard that it should be warmed up before it gets a deep massage. Can you do that for me, Daddy? Can you warm me up and take care of me?”

Mitchell didn’t answer to that, but there was a muffled, wet thud, and he had probably knelt down to inspect her muscles. A soft, wet lapping could be heard after that, and I believe Lika took a wider stance, as I heard her feet make two little steps. There was a soft rustling, like fingers running through hair, and Lika let out a little "Oh!" Mitchell must have found the sore muscle, which needed to be pampered, as Lika kept moaning softly. There were soft, chuffy sounds emitted by Mitchell as he was breathing through his nose.

“Oh! Oh! "Ooooh!" my daughter continued moaning loudly, and somehow, panting and out of breath, she was able to tell Mitchell to “stop playing with her” and “give it to her." I could clearly hear him stand up and lift one of Lika's legs in the air. Poor girl, she probably hurt herself as she fell off the bed last night. Now she has to stand on one leg as Michell takes care of her, "giving it to her," as my young daughter called it.

I hoped Mitchell was not too rough on her.

A moment of silence passed as if both were concentrating on something until I heard a loud “Nghhh” from Lika. She was welcoming the hard part of the treatment she wanted from Mitchell, and I heard other disconnected moans emitted by her young mouth.

“Arghhhh!“

“Ughhh!“

“Oooh yessss.”

“Oh!”

“Oh!”

“Oh!”

In the background there was a continuous hard, wet slapping, like a fish out of the water, but much louder, in the same rhythm as Lika's cries. The harder the slapping got, the louder Lika's cries became.

Mitchell was sure giving it to her. I stopped listening in because Mitchell knew what he was doing to my young daughter. I walked away to set up the breakfast in the kitchen; I think the boys fully deserved a big breakfast after being so attentive to both my girlfriend and daughter.

As I walked into the kitchen, I found on the kitchen island a pair of male trunks. How did they get there?

…

April and Lika joining us again at the BBQ

“I can barely walk.” Lika said to my girlfriend in the marital bedroom after both girls had been taken by the last four men.

“Me neither.” April sighed, "My legs are all shaky from my orgasms." The last eight or twelve men who ruined our pussies sure did like our restraints, didn’t they?”

“Yeah, it was really great; it truly felt as if we were being ****!” Lika replied and shivered, reliving the pleasure of being helplessly secured on the marital bed by the leather leashes, right next to April. “The hand and leg restraints worked really well, and they all loved to see us with the dog collars around our necks!

“Yes, you are right,” April replied. Being helplessly tied up and used like that made me feel like getting taken against my will. It was delicious!”

“Especially as they got so worked up and started slamming those hard cocks in every hole we have. I think I had three cocks in me for a short moment!” April added.

“How did you do that?” My daughter asked, eager to learn.

“It takes a bit of positioning, but it goes like this: First, one guy lies on his back, and you lie on top of him, on your stomach. The leashes are long enough for this. You sink your cunt on his waiting cock, and this guy will fuck your little pussy the entire time. In front of your face, the next guy will be fucking your mouth, standing. You have to have your head a bit over the edge of the mattress to give him good access. The third guy simply kneels behind you, his legs wide so he avoids extra weight on the guy below you, and fucks your little brown rectum."

“That easy?” Lika answered admiringly. “Can I try it too?”

“Sure!” April reassured her. “Later on, when we hit the pool, you could try it on the springboard." As April took a look at Lika's body size, “I think it offers the perfect height, and it is wide enough. Even better, you can try a quadruple.”

“How do I do that?” My young daughter asked, thrilled by April's experience she was always gladly sharing with her, and eager to be a cum slut just as her older role model was!

“We have enough willing cocks around, so that won’t be an issue. Maybe I can lick a couple of those waiting cocks to make them hard for you, if needed, but I don’t really think they need it when they see your tight, inviting holes. The next step would be a cock of your choice to lay down on the board, him being on his back, having it pointing nicely upright so you can sink your little butthole on it.”

“Once you have his cock nicely inside your bowels, two guys place themselves on each side of your face, and fuck your little teenage mouth at the same time. The fourth cock kneels in between your legs and gives your cunt a nice drilling.”

“That easy?” Lika asked, surprised.

“That easy. You just have to be a little slut, welcoming all those throbbing cocks, but you have been a slut since we started teaming up, don’t you?”

Lika nodded. “Slut I am!”

“Let’s go check out the BBQ and mingle a little so our pussies can have a break," April said.

"But not too long, right?" Lika asked a bit worried.

"No worries, the only long thing you will have is your next cock." April comforted her.

…

“Listen up, everybody! ” April shouted, and all noise went down. Somebody stopped the music, and everybody was watching my girlfriend and my daughter standing in front of them.

“I need to sit.” Lika said to no one in particular, “I can’t stand or walk anymore.”

Somebody cheered at her.

Lika sat down and quickly stood up again. “Can’t sit either.”

Everybody laughed.

“I know that feeling!” April added, and all had a good laugh!

“We have a small gift for my boyfriend, and we would like you all to join us as he unwraps them. Perhaps make a half circle around him?” April announced.

“The little gift is from Lika and me, to thank you for your great support you give us,” April said, and she handed me a flat, small-sized gift box.

I smiled and saw that everybody was looking at me. This was a proud moment for me. I was the center of attention of all my colleagues, my girlfriend, and my daughter.

I quickly opened the box and saw a black t-shirt in it.

“Put it on without looking at the print.” April told me in a bossy tone.

I knew this tone of April, and when she was like that, I knew I should never contradict her. I quickly obeyed, pulling the t-shirt over my head, making sure the print would be at the front. As I pulled it down, I noticed it was very short; it was a belly-free t-shirt. Belly free was not at all my style, but I didn’t want to say anything. It reminded me of those pictures on the internet of ladyboys; they often wore short T-shirts, showing their stomachs.

As I turned, showing the men the t-shirt, they all went silent for a second or two as they read the print, all watching my reaction. It said in big letters, “CERTIFIED CUCK."

I tried to read it upside down, but I had some troubles reading it like that. I believe it read “certified cook," and this was a nice present for the girls for all my BBQ efforts!

“Thank you so much!” I said to them both, smiling from ear to ear.

“Time to chill!” Lika announced.

“Can somebody please bring out all the mattresses?" April asked.

Four guys walked inside the house and were quickly carrying all the king-size mattresses out.

“Where do you want them, April?”

“Just here, at the edge of the garden, on the concrete below the kitchen window, so they stay clean.” My girlfriend replied.

Lika snickered and asked April, “Stay clean?”

April laughed at her question but didn’t reply.

The men placed all four mattresses exactly where April wanted them, and she started to remove her top.

“What are you doing?” I almost shouted at her, as all male guests were closely watching her.

“Getting a tan, why?” April replied innocently.

“Well, you know, we have guests?”

“Oh, don’t you worry about them; they will remove their clothes too.” April reassured me and dropped her top on one of the mattresses.

Everybody cheered, and the first T-shirts were already flying through the air.

“See?” April said, “They are getting topless too.”

I didn’t know what to think; I believed a topless woman was a very different thing to a topless man.

“Could you get us a couple of empty laundry baskets?” She said, as she slowly removed her black push-up bra in a seductive way, in front of everybody. “We need a place to leave our clothes.”

“They are all full," I replied.

"Well start washing then.” My girlfriend replied in a bossy tone.

I let out a sigh, a bit out of frustration, with all those chores I had to do. Especially right now, at our BBQ. I went in and looked at the first basket in the main bathroom and started emptying it, making two piles of clothes: dark- and light-colored. Some of the clothes were from Pete and Mitchell; I guess they didn’t know where I put them by accident. I started the first load and walked out with one empty laundry basket. As I reached the porch outside, my girlfriend just removed her skirt but kept her see-through string on. She might as well go naked, I thought, probably being less sexy that way.

“Who wants to rub some sun cream on me?” April shouted, standing almost naked in front of those real men, her youthful, naked breasts pointing slightly upwards. I found them very sexy, but I guess I shouldn’t think like that; our male guests wouldn’t think like that either.

Everybody wanted to cream her. One guy without a T-shirt walked quickly towards her, but she stopped him with her small hand on his muscular chest and said, “Not so quick, big boy; let me see your hands.”

He showed them to her, and they had the size of bear paws!

“You will do just fine.” April softly said to him, and she kneeled down on the nearest mattress, taking an on-all-fours position. I guess she had more health problems than I knew about, as she arched her back in an exaggerated curvature, pushing her hanging breasts and stomach forward and her butt up and backwards.

“Why don’t you get behind me, Jack, so you can reach all the way?” April told him lustfully, wiggling her ass, inviting him to where he should kneel behind her. “And you, Alexander, just do me from the front.”

Protecting yourself from the sun is very important, and I was glad April prioritized this. Jack took his place behind her, and for a second, I thought he had done this before? As soon as he was positioned, he grabbed her slender waist and pulled her butt hard against his crotch.

“Oh!” April let out a little cry, and as she looked over her shoulder at him, she asked, “Can you do me entirely?” emphasizing the importance of protecting herself.

“Honey,” April asked me in a sugar-sweet tone, "could you make us all desserts and coffee?”

“Now?” I was surprised. “Some are still having meat?”

“I will take care of their meat, honey. You go make us desserts NOW.” April answered in a derogatory and dominant way.

I sighed but knew very well I had better complied with her order. She could get a very bad-tempered mood if I didn’t do right away what she wanted. I walked into the house and remembered we still had all the ingredients for fudgy brownies. I could easily make some, but the oven did not have the capacity to make more than twelve, perhaps fifteen, at the same time, and we were 23 folks. "The best would be to make two times twelve brownies," I decided. I could keep the first brownies warm with aluminum foil and then make the second round. Same for the coffee. I needed to fill at least three thermos flasks. I guessed I would be busy for at least an hour before I could service those "real men," as I was used to calling them. They always had such big appetites! I sincerely hoped April and Lika would be able to entertain them the whole time and satisfy their needs.

The kitchen window was wide open, but I could not see from where I was standing the mattresses because they were placed just below it. I did hear April's voice, coaching one or two guys on how to cream her.

“That’s it, baby, rub those titties; they need a lot of protection.”

“Oh yeeessss, you are doing it sooo riiiight.” She moaned.

I heard this Jack guy talk to the other one who was kneeling in front of April's face, as Jack was doing his best to reach from behind her and grease April from there.

“This is the first time April wants protection.”

Alexander laughed at his comment but didn’t reply to that, as he emitted a sudden, soft grunt. Neither did April reply, but I heard a wet, squelching sound, as if April were sliding a water ice stick into her mouth. Did Lika bring out those ice sticks I had prepared two days ago?

All conversations stopped right after I thought I heard a zipper being pulled down. The whole garden was silent. Initially, it gave me the impression there was a tense atmosphere outside, but as soon as Jack said, “Thank you, Lika, for helping out with April," it caused lots of cheers!

“Lika, can you put it in for me? Jack asked my daughter.

“Sure!” Lika replied gladly, happy to help.

So typical, I thought. These field operatives were quite illiterate because you put "sunscreen on," and you do not “put it in." But I shouldn’t judge; lumberjacks had demanding jobs, and their environment was…

“Very hard," as Lika just said, in an admiring tone. I heard a “whap” noise as if my daughter had swiftly grabbed something big, meaty. Was she now handling the sausages on the grill?

I smiled, feeling proud of both my girls, as they entertained all our male guests. As I concentrated on the brownie’s recipe again, I heard some more noises.

“Mmmph!” April groaned, having her mouth full. Since she always told me she likes big sausages so much, I guess she was having one.

“Deeper!” Someone yelled loudly.

I smiled. April didn’t know much about properly priming meat. Every real man knows that at the front of the grill the flames were not that hot and it was better to start right in the center with new meat because the most effective method is setting up a "hot" side directly over the fire for searing and a "cool" side in the front with indirect heat for finishing or slow-cooking. Plus, having the ready meat in the front, you had a better overview of which meat was ready, and it was easier to hand it out.

“Give her a moment.” Jack defended her. “She knows how to handle it.”

April let out more muffled groans, as if she were working hard on something while having her mouth full.

I heard a loud slap on somebody’s butt, and Lika shouted at my girlfriend, "C'mon, April, you can do it!” as she encouraged her again by giving her another hard slap on her butt.

I heard a loud, wet shlomp, like meat being pushed somewhere.

April let out another loud, full-mouth “Nghhh” and everybody cheered! I suppose Jack had managed to reach his target, having secured his meat in the right place.

My girlfriend is simply the best entertainer!

And I was sure that every male guest thought the same today.

To be continued.