by James Crow
‘Next!’ Caran shouted and Chris kicked the gong again.
Another dark-haired beauty arrived, taller than the French girl. This girl’s cuffs didn’t match the collar, but she was striking, and the cake she was carrying was dripping with lemon topping. She stopped before Emma.
‘Happy birthday, Emma,’ she said, ‘my name’s Darlene. I made you my absolute favourite lemon drizzle cake.’
‘That’s lovely, thank you,’ Emma said.
‘Next!’ Caran shouted and the gong bonged once more.
It was our chopper pilot that came out next, her blonde hair shimmering in the sun. She had a filthy smile and not a wisp of hair between her legs. Emma laughed when she saw her cake.
‘Happy birthday, Emma,’ Mich said, ‘Carrot cake is my favourite. I hope you like it.’
‘That’s so funny,’ Emma said.
And it was funny. It was carrot cake, sure enough, but through its centre, the girl had pushed a huge carrot, its pointy end standing proud. I wasn’t sure if Emma had cottoned on to what was happening just yet. She’d only mentioned this weird fetish once or twice, perhaps jokingly, but what the hell, it was her birthday and she did like cake.
‘Thank you, Michelle,’ Emma said. Mich stood to one side, eyeing me with that devilish grin.
The next girl out was Karen. A bright-eyed blonde with big tits.
‘Happy birthday, Emma. I’ve made you my specialty. Coffee cake, laced with spicy rum.’
‘Very nice, thank you,’ Emma said, ‘but so much… cake.’ She looked at me then, and I think she knew what this was all about. ‘Did you?’ she whispered.
‘Maybe,’ I said.
‘My God,’ she said, ‘I was only joking.’
‘Next!’ Caran shouted.
This next girl was a caramel beauty, and she was big, huge tits, a nice big ass, her afro tied into playful bunches, and the cake she was carrying was the biggest cake of all.
‘Hey guys,’ she said, ‘my name’s Tiffany, and I made a triple-decker cream-filled berry sponge. Happy birthday!’
The top of this cake was piled high with strawberries. Emma licked her lips and thanked the girl.
‘Last one,’ Caran said as Chris kicked the gong.
The girl who came sashaying out had what seemed to be natural grey hair, scraped up into a bun. Her grey eyes were striking, and she had a ring through her nose. I could smell the pineapple wafting from her cake.
‘Happy birthday, Emma. I’m Bianca Marie and I made you a triple-decker pineapple upside down cake.’
The cake was dripping with syrup. ‘That smells delicious,’ Emma said, ‘thank you, Bianca.’
‘Chairs!’ Caran said and Chris kicked the gong.
Six naked girls appeared, each carrying a chair. The chairs were placed in front of the line of girls standing before us. Each girl placed their cake carefully on the chair. I noticed the rugby team were getting naked, knocking back their beers.
‘Now, here are the rules,’ Caran said, ‘each girl will splosh for us. Emma, I suggest you choose a winner. And, perhaps you will allow Jonathon to taste the winning cake?’
‘That’s a great idea,’ Emma said, ‘after the amazing treat I had this morning, my darling deserves a bit of fun.’
The French girl, Aurelie, went first. She straddled the chair, legs open wide, reached between her legs and pulled at her pussy lips until they were poking through her bush of hair. Suki got down on the floor, camera pointing.
The girl swayed her hips a little as she lowered herself, gently touching her pussy lips to the cherry stalks on the top of the cake, and I have to say, moaning in a French accent had my dick growling in my shorts. She moved back and forth, the cherry stalks stroking her pussy, and then she dropped with some force, splatting cream and cherries all over her thighs. And there she sat, eyes closed, hand between her legs, moaning as the cream squelched.
Cheers went up from the rugby team. And my cock went up as Aurelie smeared cream all over her tits.
Emma applauded and so did I.
Karen stepped up next, straddled her chair, lowered her ass until it was just touching the creamy topping of her coffee cake. She moaned too as her pussy was creamed up – and then she dropped hard and fast and cream and coffee filling splatted everywhere, some hitting Suki in the face. Suki wiped it off with a finger and licked it clean with a giggle.
Emma laughed. I laughed. Karen laughed as she smeared cream over her huge tits. And the rugby team cheered.
‘Very good, Karen,’ Caran said.
Next up was Bianca and her pineapple upside down cake. It didn’t look very stable, syrup oozing everywhere. When Bianca straddled the chair with her legs open wide, the same could be said of her shaven pussy – she was dripping. She eyed me with those striking grey eyes, ran her tongue over her lips, then gently touched her pussy to the syrupy topping before rubbing back and forth.
My dick twitched for her. I was hard as all hell now.
‘Allow me,’ Emma said, reaching for my shorts. She pulled my cock free, much to the delight of Bianca. She slammed her ass down hard, syrup and pineapple chunks went flying and Bianca squirmed on it, panting and squeezing at her tits.
Caran waved to the next one. Tiffany walked around her chair with her back to us, bent over and opened her ass cheeks, showing off the sparkling plug up her asshole. She gripped the back of the chair and went all the way down with a thump, strawberries were crushed and cream oozed as she flattened the thing before raising her ass and twerking at me, bits of berry and cream flying my way. A blob of cream landed on my dick. Emma leaned over and sucked it off.
‘Tasty,’ she said as the rugby team cheered once more.
Darlene stepped up, the dark-haired beauty, wisps of blonde hair on her pussy. She straddled her chair, legs wide, hands on her knees. ‘I hope you like my lemon drizzle,’ she said, biting on her lip.
Suki gasped, and so did Emma, as the first dribbles fell from Darlene’s pussy. She rotated her hips, sprinkling her cake with piss, and soon she was gushing, moaning and gushing as piss ran all over the cake and onto the chair. She dropped her ass hard and fast. Cake splatted and Suki got some in her hair. More moans and groans as Darlene rocked back and forth on her cake and she was coming, fingers rubbing at her cunt, legs trembling.
‘My God,’ Emma said as the rugby team cheered.
‘Bravo!’ Caran said.
Emma squeezed my cock. I was hard as hell.
Five girls were sitting on their cakes – one girl left standing – Mich and her carrot cake. I had the feeling that Caran had saved the best till last.
Mich straddled her chair, positioned herself over the huge carrot pointing up from the centre of the cake, rubbed a hand over her smooth pussy, licked her fingers and reached deep. I knew then where that carrot was going. Her eyes were on my cock as Emma worked me slowly.
With small movements, Michelle eased herself down, sighing softly, eyes closing as the carrot disappeared, all the way up her ass until her wet pussy was touching the cream topping. And then, with a grunt, she slammed herself down on the thing, rocking back and forth before carefully raising herself back up again. She turned her back to me and bent over, just the base of the carrot peeking from her asshole.
Suki moved in close, giggling. I applauded. Emma applauded. The rugby team went wild.
‘Well,’ Emma said, ‘that was something else.’ She reached for my cock, gave it a squeeze. ‘You do like carrot cake, don’t you, husband?’
‘Oh, yes,’ I said.
‘Then I guess Mich is a worthy winner. Go eat cake.’
Credit to the other girls. They all applauded as Mich stepped up to me. I sat forward on my lounger, took hold of her hips, and she pushed her pussy in my face. I didn’t hold back. Pushed my face in hard and licked her deep. She grabbed at my hair and fucked my face, moaning nicely when I found her clit and bit it.
‘Fuck her,’ Emma said. ‘Before I change my mind. Right now, fuck her.’
> I didn’t need telling twice. I was out of my shorts and my tee was thrown and Michelle was thrown too, onto her back on the lounger, legs wide, cake-covered pussy looking so inviting. I got down to it, ate her some more as I pushed that carrot into her ass.
‘Fuck me,’ she said, ‘please, I need to come.’
I lifted her legs to my shoulders and she gripped my cock, teasing it up and down her creamy slit. I met her eyes, her filthy devilish eyes, and I eased in, her breath hitching at the tightness. And fuck it was tight with that carrot up her ass.
‘That’s so good,’ Mich said as I pushed slowly in and went all the way deep. ‘Dear God just fuck me.’
It was then that classical music started up, playing sweetly around the courtyard through unseen speakers. A glance over my shoulder and the place was an orgy of cream. The other girls had been grabbed up by the rugby team. Caran was now naked and she was sucking on Chris’s dick. Emma stripped off her dress and hooked a leg over the lounger, pushing her cunt into Mich’s face. I fucked the dirty bitch hard until she was coming, Emma was coming on Mich’s face, and I was coming, filling her tight snatch.
I stood up, dropped her legs to the lounger as Emma moved away.
Mich opened her legs. Her pussy was a creamy mess, my cum dribbling from her.
‘Thank you, sir,’ she said and gave a push. The carrot slid from her ass.
And of course, Suki was there, giggling, camera up close.
‘Poor Suki, she deserves some dick,’ it was Caran speaking. ‘I don’t mind sharing.’ She took the camera from Suki and told her to bend. Suki obliged and so did Chris, stepping up to sink his cock into her.
My girl came up to me, put her arms around me as champagne corks started popping, and she kissed my carrot cake lips.
‘What a great party,’ she said. ‘Thank you, husband.’
‘What made you pick Michelle?’ I asked, ‘I had the impression you didn’t like her.’
She shrugged. ‘I realised I was just jealous. Hell, you gave me fifteen dicks, and I could see how much you… liked her cake.’
‘You’re amazing,’ I said and kissed her again.
Emma
This time we really were going to the pub for a spider crab lunch, or so Jonathon said. I didn’t know what to expect, to be honest, not after the rugby team surprise. And especially since he asked both me and Suki to wear the schoolgirl miniskirts Suki had bought. What the hell, the heatwave was still upon us, so I decided to play along.
Once again I suggested we take the Mercedes but Suki had other ideas. She wanted to take the Suzuki jeep because she had one just like it back home. Although hers was an old model, and this one was brand-new.
‘I can drive, then you and Mr Gold can have drink.’
‘Fair point,’ I said.
Jonathon
I checked in with Fiona before we set off. Everything was going to plan. The builders were making steady progress and Emma’s final surprise – a generous gift from Fiona – would be ready the day before we returned. I was excited for her, had to contain my grin when I joined them in the garage.
‘What’s in there?’ Emma asked, eyeing the rucksack on my shoulder.
‘Nothing,’ I said, dropping it on the front passenger seat.
Emma
So he was up to something. Course he was. I just hoped it wouldn’t involve a team of any kind. Fifteen dicks in one session was a new record for me and I was still feeling it.
Caran and Chrissy were there to wave us off, and I snuggled in the back of the jeep with my man as Suki got behind the wheel, clearly enjoying herself as she steered the jeep towards the gates and pointed the remote. The gates opened and Suki took us through nice and slow.
‘This jeep is puppy nuts,’ she said, grinning at us in the rearview, a phrase she’d picked up from Chrissy when he’d fucked her. Apparently Suki was the dog’s bollocks, in his eyes.
‘It cool as fuck,’ she said as we hit the narrow roads.
It was cool as fuck. Brand new. Air conditioning. Much better than her old jeep back home.
The satnav said we had a fifteen-minute drive ahead of us. I cuddled into my man and enjoyed actually seeing the Cornish countryside for the first time.
‘Enjoying your holiday?’ Jonathon asked.
I thought back to our honeymoon in the Maldives, our own little island in paradise. When Jonathon said we’d be staying in the UK, I’d been a little disappointed but Caran’s crazy fortress really was something else.
‘I am,’ I said, ‘it’s kinda surreal, but yeah, I’m loving every minute. Thank you.’
He squeezed my hand, kissed me on the brow. ‘It is what you make it,’ he said, ‘and you make it special. You look amazing by the way.’
‘Thanks,’ I said, but I wasn’t sure I looked amazing. ‘So do you, as always.’
My “amazing” look was Jonathon’s request – Suki had braided my red hair into pigtails. I wore a lilac-coloured camisole top – no bra – ankle socks and trainers, and, of course, the schoolgirl miniskirt. All I needed were some painted-on freckles and the look would have been complete, but I didn’t voice that. I wouldn’t put it past him to think it a great idea. Oh, and he’d given me a pair of tiny white panties.
Jonathon was a man in black – tight black tee, black cargo shorts, black trainers. He did look – hot.
‘You both look great,’ Suki said from up front. ‘And I feel greaaaaaaat!’ she said with a whoop.
Suki’s short hair was in bunches. She wore the same miniskirt but with a pink, Miss Kitty top.
‘I’m sure we’ll turn heads when we walk into the pub,’ I said.
Jonathon
The Golden Crab’s car park was full. It was obviously a popular place. Suki found a space on the road nearby and we stepped out from the cool aircon into the baking hot sun; the view out over the sea was spectacular.
‘It’s gorgeous,’ Emma said as Suki got the camera rolling.
It was gorgeous – the clifftop view over a sandy cove down below and the sea was an incredible turquoise green. ‘And that air,’ I said, ‘smell that air.’ I breathed it in deep.
‘It’s beautiful,’ Emma said, linking my arm. ‘And it’s making me hungry.’
Emma
Heads did turn as we entered the packed pub. Thankfully, Jonathon caught the eye of an older woman behind the bar, who seemed rather over-pleased to see him.
‘Your table awaits,’ she said, batting her lashes at him. She had short dark hair and was wearing glasses. She wasn’t wearing a uniform or a name badge like the bar staff that were serving. I guessed she owned the place.
We were taken through the busy pub and into a beer garden at the rear that was also packed with people. I noticed straight away that there were no kids about, just lots of adults drinking and eating at the tables.
There was only one empty table, shaded by a huge umbrella. There was a reserved sign, and an ice bucket with champagne and cans of Coke.
‘I’m Gaynor,’ the woman said, ‘and I’m honoured that you chose the Golden Crab. Make yourselves comfortable and I’ll bring you something to nibble on.’
That her hand went to Jonathon’s shoulder and squeezed it when she said that didn’t go unnoticed.
‘She fancies you,’ I said when she’d walked off, her flowery dress swaying along with her.
Jonathon shrugged as he watched her ass go. ‘She’s old enough to be my mother, of course she fancies me,’ he said.
I supposed I was used to it. Everyone had eyes for Jonathon wherever we went. As Jonathon opened the champagne and Suki poured herself a Coke, I noticed the amount of men that seemed to be with men, and women who seemed to be with women.
‘Apparently it’s LGBTQ week,’ Jonathon said.
‘That explains the bunting,’ I said. Rainbow-coloured bunting was strung all around the perimeter fence and all over the building.
‘And the lack of kids,’ Jonathon said with a wink.
I was just about
to ask why kids weren’t allowed when Suki nudged my arm. I looked in the direction she was nodding. One guy sitting at a table had another guy’s head in his lap, giving him a nice slow BJ. And, at the table behind them, was a girl on her knees with her head up a woman’s skirt.
‘Wow,’ I said, ‘now I know why you brought us here.’
‘You do?’ he said, passing me a glass of champagne.
‘I can only imagine what you have in mind. Not to mention what you have in the rucksack.’ I kicked the bag at his feet.
‘It’s all good fun,’ he said, downing his champagne in one go.
‘This cool place,’ Suki said, swinging her camera this way and that.
‘Bottoms up,’ I said, tipping my champagne down my throat.
‘You can’t normally reserve tables here,’ Jonathon said, ‘nor is there waitress service, but we got both, thanks to Caran and a healthy tip.’
‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘and you’ve got one healthy tip.’
Suki spat her Coke. Jonathon laughed and I did too, just as Gaynor returned, along with a cute little thing with purple hair. She was wearing an old-fashioned maid’s uniform. A nice touch, I thought.
‘This is Lindsay,’ Gaynor said, ‘she’ll be helping me serve you today.’
‘Nice to meet you,’ the girl said as she placed a plate of bread on the table. She had big panda eyes and a husky voice. I guessed she was a smoker.
‘Pan fried scallops with crisp pancetta, watercress and lemon crème fraiche,’ Gaynor said, placing a huge platter in front of us that looked and smelled delicious. ‘Would you like any mayo with that?’
‘No!’ we all said at once.
‘Good, good,’ she said, ‘your Golden Crab feast will be ready in about forty minutes.’ She took a buzzer bell from her pocket and placed it on the table. ‘If you need anything at all in the meantime, just press the buzzer and Lindsay will see to you.’
The purple-haired girl gave a little curtsey and the pair of them returned to the pub.
