Vacation for Four

Vacation for Four #3

 

 

Switch Partners and Fuck

 

There was no knock at the door this morning, and I woke next to Samantha for the first time, and I hoped not the last. She was on her side, watching me sleep, one hand on my body, playing with my chest hair, smiling a gentle little smile as I swam back to consciousness. We were both still naked of course, and I felt the first stirrings of an erection. Mid-morning sun streamed through the windows onto our bed, and I could hear swimming and more intimate sounds from the window.

Without preamble, she said, “I’m so glad I love you.” Grinning now, “If I didn’t, it would have made all that semen I swallowed rather pointless, don’t you think?”

I laughed softly, not ready to climb out of bed just yet. “I’m glad I love you, too, Sam. Want to hear something funny?”

“Always.” She snuggled in and let her gorgeous platinum hair spill across my chest.

“You saw me…and Sarah…”

“No, I watched you and Sarah. I think half the resort watched the newbie getting head from her very accomplished mouth. That would be you, my sweet.”

“Okay, you watched us. I thought that was the best blowjob I had ever had, and it was, until last night with you.”

Sam made a contented noise and hugged me tighter. “Thank you.”

“The two best blowjobs of my life. What do I tell Claire?”

“Don’t forget Rita, lover. She told me she still wants to get some quality mattress time with you, and Claire already gave her the go-ahead.”

“Hell, Sam, she did that months ago…”

“I know, and I also know that Claire and Rita love you as much as I do.”

I had to know. “How?”

“It’s in their eyes, and the way they move when they’re near you. A massage therapist has to be able to read non-verbal cues in their clients, seeing where they need attention, even if it’s not where the client thinks it is. That sense carries over to everyone I interact with, actually.” She looked into my eyes again, and I felt a shudder of desire and familiarity as her pale blue eyes regarded me. “It would actually be a lot of fun to have both of them in our bed, having a hot foursome.”

“You think they would?”

Sam nodded, her platinum hair shimmering in the early morning sunlight. “Even without Rita’s pillow talk last night, I could tell the two of them have been lovers. Rita is very good with oral. Of course, I made you leave before you could watch her demonstrate…” She was teasing, and I loved it.

“If there’s an encore, I really want to be there for it. Actually… Claire went down on Rita the first weekend she visited us, asked Claire to let me watch. Then they woke me with the hottest lesbian sixty-nine ever the next morning.”

Sam’s eyebrows arched, not in surprise, but interested in hearing more, so I told her everything, going back to Claire and me fucking on camera for Bill, then his visit and Bill’s and my first session on the couch, and all the things Claire and Bill and Rita and I did over that autumn weekend, most of the details anyway. Sam took it all in, and stroked my ass at the best parts.

When I was done, she grinned wolfishly, hungry for more experiences with me. “You do lead an interesting life. Too bad we’re not neighbors. I would love to give Claire some tips for keeping you happy in the bedroom.”

“She already does, but you’d make a great neighbor, Sam. You and Sam.”

“Sam’s rules are we don’t do this outside the resort. You know that already. No playmates, no secret trysts in the light of day by the pool.” She was firm, almost daring me to push matters, so I did.

“Okay, can I at least ask where you live?”

She gave it some serious thought before replying. “Arlington.”

I knew that Texas town, and had once dated a lovely young nymphomaniac there. “You don’t sound at all like you’re from Texas.”

“Minnesota originally. That’s where the Norwegian part of me is from.” She gave me a sly look, then said, “We’re not in Texas, though.”

There were several other states with cities named Arlington, and I didn’t want to look foolish guessing at the whole list. “Where, then?”

“North of Marysville and the Puget Sound.”

“Really…” Just a few miles north of our house…

She was enjoying our little game. “Where are you from?”

“East of Seattle. Great view of Mount Rainier.”

She blinked, then chuckled. “You’re fucking with me! No chance we’d be that nearby.”

“We’re actually both fucking with each other…” I reeled off some local points of interest in Seattle proper, including the four-storied antiques mall that Rita had blown Bill in, proof of my bona fides as a Washington native. Sam looked more pleased with each citation. I capped off the list with, “So, what are you thinking?”

Sam sighed, and her chest heaved very prettily. “Sadly, it’s just not possible, but it’s nice to fantasize. Sam doesn’t meet up outside the resort. You know that!” Still, her eyes had a barely held back eagerness in them.

I let a little bit of disappointment leak into my voice. “Would be great to keep in touch, though.” My tone, I thought, was just the right blend of wistfulness and regret.

Her response was immediate and joyful. “Of course we can keep in touch! How else will we all arrange our next meeting here?”

“I guess you really do like me.”

“Yes, and more importantly I love you. And Claire.”

“Us, too. I suppose you’d draw the line at naked selfies.”

“Only if you’re both in them. I don’t want to sneak around behind your wife’s back, even for something like texting.”

“How about sexting?”

She swatted my hip in mock frustration. “You’re getting way ahead of yourself!”

My retort was loaded and ready, when Samuel walked into the unit and straight into the shower stopping only to duck his head in and grant us a brief hello. We heard the water start. “Sam, you want to hop in the shower with me after he’s done?”

“I showered three times yesterday, including once with you, my darling boy.”

“So, no?”

“I still feel very clean, but we can always dirty ourselves up for another shower….” She leaned into me, running her fingers along my lower back. She reached for and applied slight pressure at a couple of points at the bottom curve of my spine. Her expert touch was like an ‘on’ switch; my cock went from the start of morning wood to instantly erect. My hands were on her gorgeous, toned buttocks, and I gripped them tightly, pressing her body into mine, my erection pressing against her trim, pale belly.

The shower water turned off and Samuel sauntered in, drying himself on a fresh towel. “Don’t mind me, just heading down to breakfast.” He leered good-naturedly at us. “You know how much I love a good buffet.”

Sam was quicker than I was to reply. She casually tossed the sheets off, leaving us exposed in the warm sunlight. “Care to join us for an appetizer? I thought we’d have part of our morning meal in bed…”

His gaze was very appreciative, and lingered over his wife’s beautiful form, and then on the hard-on she’d encouraged from me. With a slightly regretful shake of his head, “I already ate in bed. Sausage and peaches, both very juicy and tasty. Come down when you can.” He grabbed the blue Hawaiian shirt and pair of khaki shorts and swept out of the room.

The minute the door closed, Samantha rolled into my arms and opened her mouth to kiss me long and hard, which I reciprocated. “Let’s have a little appetizer of our own!” She lay on her back, legs apart, her eyes making a repeat invitation for me to be inside her again. This time, no yoga, no slow ignition, just a quick old-fashioned missionary lay, lasting several minutes. It was in its own way just as satisfying as our longer sessions. When she came, Sam locked her ankles around my back, trapping me inside her until my own orgasm subsided.

In the shower, spray hitting us from all sides, I commented on the change, the relatively quick way she and I had made love this morning. “Sometimes,” she said, “simple is best.”

We dressed, although all I had were my shorts, and she tossed me a spare shirt from Samuel’s drawer. Then we went down to brunch.

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Brunch was, as every meal so far had been, wonderful. This time, Claire sat across from me, Bill and Samuel flanking her, Rita and Samantha doing the same for me. The seating arrangements weren’t all that had changed. Claire gazed at me gratefully, holding hands with one or the other of her temporary beaus, while Rita and Samantha took time to feed me from their plates, and accepted when I offered the same for them.

If, a year ago, anyone had said I would be sitting across from my wife and with two other women, while she sat with and was being tended to by two other men, I would have assumed some amount of jealousy, or at least pointed barbs and covertly hostile glances all around. It was nothing like that, and in fact was very, very pleasant.

Immediately after wolfing down Eggs Benedict with a shrimp topper, Rita gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and her hand lingered on my cheek a bit longer, then my arm. She headed off towards the same building our rooms were in, and, I assumed, another private meeting of the hips with some lucky guy.

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I made my way up to my own room, after handing Samuel’s shirt back over. I wanted a change of clothes, an odd concept for a nudist resort, but I would have to have something with me to take into any of the restaurants if I wanted to eat anything but pussy today. While I would have lived on that diet all week if I could have, my body would need actual sustenance, and something to absorb all the free alcohol we were plied with.

Housekeeping had already been in, and there was no sign of Claire’s threesome from last night. I slipped into the shower quickly, washing away the morning sweat from the thick, humid air, before getting fresh clothes. Out in the bedroom, I heard a noise, sort of a whirring mechanical sound, very faint and tiny, accompanied by a faint sigh. I traced it to the door from our bedroom to Bill and Rita’s room. The doors, theirs and ours, were ajar, and I silently swung our side open and peered through.

I saw from the headboard’s eye view the covers of their bed were rumpled, already cast aside, and the naked figure of a tanned body with creamy tanlines. It was Rita, and her knees were spread, her soles touching, and both hands working at her pussy. After a moment, I realized she was plunging a dildo inside her with her right hand. Her left hand held a second, smaller vibrator delicately, almost like a pencil, circling and teasing her clitoris.

It felt strange and erotic, watching my sexy redhead playing. My cock and tongue had been in and on her most of our foursome weekend, while Claire and Bill had played years of catch-up. I loved watching her get off, and my breath caught in my throat when I realized why she had excused herself right after brunch.

I also realized that I hadn’t been in her the whole time at the resort so far. She was a big part of the reason I had wanted to be here, my wife’s charms notwithstanding, Before my eyes was the first woman I had fucked outside of my marriage, masturbating privately. Imagine, I thought. A cock and cunt smorgasbord all spread out here, and she’s making her own sandwich…

As I completed that thought, Rita arched her back and moaned quietly, a soft ah-ah-ah that was as erotic as the louder orgasmic screams she had treated me to repeatedly. I tossed my folded shorts and shirt on my bed, then tapped on her door.

“Come…in…,” she gasped as another orgasm overtook her. Once inside their bedroom, I saw that her dildo had two shafts, a thick, veined shaft for her pussy, and a slender one, also covered with fake veins, in her anus. It was bright pink, and looked like an imbalanced tuning fork. The vibe she had on her clit was the same shade, probably part of a matched set, curving and coming to a blunt point she was playing in a circle on the sensitive nub. The wild patch of auburn hair at her crotch concealed very little, just enough for me to want to see more. Circling the bed, I stepped into her view, and saw her pussy very clearly.

I noticed from the glistening puddle on the sheets that Rita had already squirted once, and I saw her arch her back and watched another dribble of sweet fluid make its way down onto the sheets, the thirsty fabric wicking her juices in a growing erotic pool. She looked at me steadily, almost daring me to say something. When I didn’t, she grinned. “I was literally just thinking about you!”

Stepping over to the bed, I sat down on it without invitation, and she looked pleased I had done so. Another orgasm claimed her, and she was louder now, lifting her buttocks off the sheet into the air, humping an invisible, intangible lover, now for my benefit too. The vision of her naked body, pale and creamy tanlines accenting her petite breasts and lush pubic region, was intoxicating. Watching more of her juices squirt onto the already damp sheets, I wanted her now.

She must have seen the hunger in my eyes. With a savage, feral smile, she settled her rump back down onto the bed. Rita was lovely and wild, and I had wanted her again ever since the four of us had arrived at the resort. Even watching Samantha eat her pussy last night, although incredibly intimate, just wasn’t enough for either of us. She sat up and walked into the bathroom, then returned without her toys.

“Not getting enough sex?” I said it lightly, since it seemed impossible; she’d been the object of at least three others’ attentions over the past couple of days, that I knew about.

Rita rounded the bed and stood in front of me, gorgeous as ever. Her tanlines had become less pronounced in the last couple of days, under the sun without benefit of a bikini. The contrast was only noticeable if one paid attention, and I had. Her breasts were still as petite and lovely and firm as the first time I kissed them, and her fiery red hair, above and below, just as alluring. “I have a confession…”

“Let’s hear it.”

She was trying to find a way to express it, and made a couple of false starts. I patiently waited, very aware of the effort it sometimes took me, and put my hands on her hips, sitting staring up at her. “I told you I’m in love with you?,” she began. She had said she loved me, not that she was in love with me.

“And I love you.”

“I know.” A smile flickered across her face. “This is stupid.”

“Just tell me.”

“Okay.” She took a breath and looked very soberly into my eyes. “I’m jealous.” She relaxed, finally putting it into words.

“Of who?”

“You.”

I almost laughed, but I knew that wasn’t the right response, not in the face of her admission, and the last thing I wanted to do was upset her. Instead I stood and took her in my arms. “Why?” It seemed an odd thing for her to say, and an odder thing for me not to understand, but I felt a little disconnected from reality, trying to figure out what she meant.

She sighed and put her arms around me, resting her cheek on my chest. My hard-on remained obliviously erect, pressing against her navel, and I ignored it, for the moment. “Baby, I’m having plenty of sex. You saw me sucking Bill and Sam off, and I got to blow you that first night…”

“Which I fucking loved…”

I felt a faint smile against my chest. “Yeah, so did I. When you were there watching Samantha eat my pussy, I thought you would join us after, but she shooed you out of the room before…” Sighing, she went on. “Look, you’re married to Claire. I get that. And Samantha is a whole other level of expert fucking. You’d be crazy not to ride that train!”

“Okay. So…”

“So. When Sarah did that daiquiri fellatio thing, I wished it was me instead of her. Couldn’t tear my eyes away from it either. Makes no sense to me, since I know this is a free-for-all, all-you-can-suck-and-fuck adult party, and you have absolutely no obligation to me… It’s not like I’m pining away for you to get naked with me, but I have to admit something else…” She barely breathed the last two words.

“Rita, it’s okay. I love you, and, hey, we’re already naked… Tell me, sweetheart.”

She squeezed me hard, as if she wanted to make sure she wouldn’t fall away when she told me what she meant. “You’re why I’m here. If it were just Claire and Bill, I don’t know if I would have flown out here. It’s been wonderful, everything, but you’re who I’m here for, who I want to be in bed with.”

I used two of my fingers under her chin to turn her face up into mine. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears, either frustration or longing; I couldn’t tell for sure. “That makes me feel very special, babe. And I love you too.”

“I know you do. And I know I have to share you with Cee, and Sam, and Sarah. Hell, probably Bill and Samuel, too. I would love to be in another threesome with you. But what I really want right now is you. Just you.”

I put my lips to hers, and our mouths opened without a conscious thought about it. Rita kissed back fervently, crushing me to her with all the strength a five-foot-four P.E. major could muster, which was to say quite a bit. We stood for a while at the edge of the bed, exploring and caressing each other. I hadn’t forgotten how she felt in my arms, but she reminded me forcefully of that feeling. Her petite breasts heaved against me, her moans hot in my mouth, her hands probing and exploring my body, even as I did the same to hers.

I knew she would ask me to make love to her now, but I wanted her to think, hell, to know, it was my idea too. “Rita, let’s get on the bed. We’ve waited long enough.”

She lay down on the bed, and made a face when her tush hit the damp spot where she’s urged herself on to multiple orgasms. “It’s a little wet.”

“Don’t worry about it; it’s going to be much wetter, very soon, my sexy lady.” I lay down next to her, and we started making out again. My fingers played in the auburn jungle at her pussy, before finding their way into her. I started with two fingers, and heard a moan catch in her throat when I moved them in and out leisurely, feeling the moistness spread up and down my fingers, and the warmth within her. She moved her hips now, humping my penetrating fingers. Rita was slick and hot, more so than the humid tropical air spilling in through the open windows, and I kept fingering her while we traded kisses and caresses.

Rita arched her back, and she held me fiercely, a long drawn out moan burying itself in my open mouth while she came. Even more juices than before squirted out all over my hand and onto the sheets as she continued to groan. Her hips settled onto the mattress, and I kissed down her neck to her breasts and down to her navel, trailing my tongue the whole way, before she grabbed me hard, arresting my slow descent to her crotch. “No,” she whispered with such force that I was compelled to stop

“No?” I was confused; she’d loved every single time I had eaten her pussy, licked her to orgasm after drenching orgasm, swallowing her sweet, hot wetness while she writhed in ecstasy. It didn’t make sense why she didn’t want me to now, after so many months without.

“Cock. In my pussy. Now, baby…” Her buttocks dropped to the mattress with a wet splat!, her juices inundating everything between her waist and knees. She was strong, I knew, and she hauled me up, with my co-operation, so I was on top of her. Rita had begun to pant, anticipating another great lay, and she cooed softly when the head of my cock grazed her moist labia. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me. Eat my pussy later…fuck me now…” She spread her legs wide, urging me to enter her and fuck her the way she needed it.

I put my hips on top of hers, barely noticing my knees had hit the cooling vaginal waters, and pushed my hard-on forward and inside. Sinking my cock into her for the first time in months, the first time since our four-way tryst at the house in Seattle, was satisfying beyond anything I had expected. Claire and I had been intimate almost daily since Rita and Bill had gone home, and I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed Rita, missed the physicality of being with her, in her, missed making love to her.

My red-haired beauty closed her eyes in erotic rapture, but I couldn’t close my eyes, wanted to watch her enjoy me pounding her pussy. Her arms were around my shoulders, and she loosened her grip for me to pull back, giving me more room for my hips to drive my erection into her. “So…good…,” she breathed, barely audible over the growing and quickening slap-slap-slap of our groins meeting in a too long delayed reunion.

Her pussy felt warm and perfect, familiar in a way only my wife’s had been. Rita’s eyes clenched as she humped back, adding her motion to mine. Her back arched, and her head pressed into the pillow, her mouth opening in a silent cry as her orgasm built again. She sucked in a breath and I felt her squirt, at the same time she screamed in release. My cock was bathed, flooded by her juices, the scent of her womanhood thick in the air. “Oh, fuck, yessss….” She sounded so satisfied, but didn’t slow her hips as she continued to fuck me back.

Struck by inspiration, I pulled out, and Rita made a disappointed noise. “Turn over, all fours,” I panted, barely holding back from shooting my load. Our eyes met, and she knew instantly how close I was. Rita nodded, and turned over onto her hands and knees, casting a glance back to me, nodding her head and insisting silently that I resume immediately.

I needed no urging, silent or otherwise. Kneeling behind her, I used one hand to point my glans right at the wet and welcoming hole. Slipping it inside, just past the opening, I heard her groan as I prepared to push all the way back in. Using my right hand, I rubbed the head of my cock in an oval around the entrance, refusing for the moment to plunge back inside her. “Oh, fuck you… You’re fucking teasing me…” Her moan was joyful, belying the frustration in her words.

As soon as she recognized and acknowledged what I was doing, I seized her hips and pulled her back into me, my erection filling her back up. I rocked my hips in counterpoint to hers, pulling myself into her sopping twat, driving my cock inside her in a rising frenzy of fucking. “Rita, I’m so close…”

“Yes… Cum inside me, baby! I want to feel your cock shoot it all…” Her voice was throaty and low, smoky and sultry as she felt my rock-hard column sloshing in the sweet lava of her pussy, and I felt another squirt make its way out around my shaft, dripping down onto my balls and widening the pool on the sheets. I couldn’t last much longer, and we both knew it.

The sound of our hips meeting changed from a steady slapping to a sharper, staccato rhythm, and I kept speeding up, pounding her more powerfully with each thrust. I was gasping, and Rita’s groans were louder, filling the room now. “Fuck, Rita…” I could barely speak, didn’t need to, because she knew what was about to happen.

“Yes, baby… Fill me up, my darling, put it all inside me…” Her voice was beautiful, rapturous, and I pushed all the way inside her. Her hips drove back, her bush crushing itself against my groin, and I felt the tip of my cock straining to go just a little more, a little deeper inside her, reach all the way in. My cock pulsed once, twice, and the third time I felt my cum inundating Rita, all the way up to the center of her belly. Humping her furiously now, I let the flood of semen keep washing ashore, and our moans filled the room. My gasps and her moans were completely in tune, and our mingled fluids made a sucking sound in her twat as I kept pumping her full, humping her hot pussy.

Drained in almost every way, I let my shrinking hard-on edge its way slowly out of her, then collapsed beside her, settling on my right side, taking in the lovely vision of the first woman I’d fucked since the beginning of my marriage, knowing that she and my wife would be happy with this. Rita pitched forward onto her stomach, gazing at me tenderly, and took my hand in hers. “Thank you, baby.” She closed her eyes for a moment, then so did I.

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We awoke around noon to happy cries down below in the pools, and the sound of a fury of splashing. I pictured the water frothy with small waves, surrounding several couples fucking hard in the warm waters, beneath the brilliant tropical sun.

Rita looked at me, passion in her eyes. “I love you,” she said again. The sheets had started to dry, but the puddle was still cool and wet on our hips as we faced each other. I told her the same, and she smiled lazily, joyously, reaching around my waist and neck, pulling herself into me.

“Rita, I’ve been wanting you, too. Lots…”

She grinned. “Loads, maybe?”

“Yeah, loads… Since you left us, Claire and I have been fucking nightly, sometimes daily over the weekends. There were several times I wanted to have her invite you over for the weekend again.”

“Why the hell didn’t you? It’s not like she doesn’t enjoy both of us as much as we enjoy her. You’ve seen her eat my pussy, and she’s watched me suck your cock…”

I thought a moment. “It would have sounded like she wasn’t enough for me…”

Her laughter was light and happy. “Baby, if she were enough for you, all the time, neither of you would be here at Scandals, and neither of you would be fucking anyone else here!”

I shook my head ruefully, aware that what she was saying was true. “Rita, I think we should spend the rest of the day in bed. Or on the couch. Or on the deck.”

“You trying to get over me, lover?” One eyebrow quirked up in sardonic humor.

“Not at all! I just want to take care of my Vitamin Rita deficiency. I don’t get nearly enough red-haired pussy in my diet, or around my cock. Trying to get as much of you as I can, while we can.” I looked into her sexy, green eyes. “What do you think?”

“I think we have several hours before sundown for you to make good on that promise.” Rita kissed me, mouth open, running her tongue over mine, and we crushed ourselves into each other, ready for each other again.

She guided me onto my back, and sat with her crotch, still damp and fragrant from our earlier play, at my neck, then leaning forward so her pussy was barely an inch away from my mouth. “You can eat me now, baby…”

“Let’s get some of that cum cleaned up first, Rita.”

She cocked one eyebrow playfully. “I thought you liked the taste of cum!”

Chuckling, I rolled off the bed. “It’s not fresh…” She giggled, and I continued. “Let’s climb into the shower, before Bill or Claire gets back.”

Looking indecently pleased with herself, Rita rolled towards me, through our puddle of fluids, and off the bed in one smooth motion. “I already talked to Claire. She and Bill have agreed to steer entirely clear of both rooms until sundown.” She leaned in to me and nibbled on my ear, before whispering, “You knew I must have something planned. I want you all to myself, and they were both very willing to accommodate me… So lead on!” Her tongue crept over my earlobe, her hot breath getting me even hotter.

The multi-headed shower warmed up quickly, and we both opened the blinds. The glass wasn’t transparent, but anyone watching closely would see our silhouettes showering, and anything else we might decide to try. We soaped up and cleaned everything sticky off of us, nuzzling and kissing while we bathed. The body wash had a tropical, citrusy aroma, mingling with Rita’s own pussy juices, which, with my cock, were rising as we washed each other all over.

Once we were squeaky clean, we celebrated with a long, sensuous make-out session under the rain-like sprat, and I was very thankful the water heaters were much bigger here, so the waters would stay nice and warm for as long as we wanted. I turned Rita around, her back against my chest, and nibbled her earlobes, and the tiny green emerald earrings there. She moaned and pushed back into me, guiding my hands all over her torso as she reached behind her to stroke me.

“Stop for a bit, Rita. I want you to cum again first…” Grabbing the handheld shower head out of its cradle, I turned the jet so it pulsed, and brought it down, pointing upward at Rita’s bush. “You ever use the shower head to cum?”

Rita giggled and moaned as the pulsing water impacted on her pussy and clit. “Pretty sure every woman does that!” She sighed, and her right hand covered mine holding the shower head. “I’d love to have your…help…with it, though, baby.” Her head pressed back into my shoulder, her mouth opening in a silent gasp, as I twitched the jet upwards to stream water on her clitoris.

“So happy to help, baby…” Her hand now gripped mine, helping me guide the spray.

Rita depressed the bottle top to squeeze more body wash out, dispensing pink, pearly gel onto her fingers and palm. She reached behind her to my cock, rigid now between her buttocks, the glans rubbing against her tailbone. With each sweep of the shower head, she ran her hand over my cock, making it and her ass soapy and slippery. Our moans synchronized, my cock humping her backside, her clit being caressed by the pulsing flow of water on it. I ran my right hand up to her breasts and fondled them with the same tempo, kneading them and gently squeezing her nipples while our bodies worked on each other.

Her hips started gyrating, moving in a circle all over my hard-on, spreading warm, soapy lather all over my crotch. I moved my left hand down and let my fingers slip under and inside her, careful to avoid blocking the stream of water on her snatch. Rita moaned and redoubled her reverse humping of my cock.

“Don’t stop, honey. Keep moving the spray around…” I kept tracing a narrow oval with the warm stream, and felt as well as heard her sigh each time I reached her clit.

“Fuck, baby, tell me you’ve done this before… With your wife…”

“No, Rita, only with you…”

“You’re so good at it! Promise me you’ll shower this way with her. For me.” She accented her words with a firm, slow press of her soapy bottom against my excited hard-on. “Hump my ass, baby…”

I let her take over with the spray, and moved my hands to her hips, my cock nestled between her pert, muscular cheeks, slippery and soapy with fragrant lather, which was beginning to be eclipsed by the scent of her juices, hot and thick in the air. Humping between them, almost like tit-fucking, I started to speed up, held in the grasp of an intense, onrushing orgasm. Her moans transitioned to hot, throaty gasps, and remnants of the spray hit my testicles in waves as she moved the sprayer.

I don’t know which one of us came first, but her juices squirted out just before, or just after, my thick jizz joined the lather on and between her buttocks. We stayed that way for a bit, my cock and her ass pressed up and moving against each other, the last of my latest load gently milked out of me.

Presently, Rita turned around in my arms and kissed me long and hard, clinging to me as much as I clung to her, moaning our afterglow into each other. When we stopped, the water was still as hot as when we started. Rita craned her neck upwards to give me a peck on the lips. “You’re a bad boy, getting us all dirty again… Let’s finish our shower, baby, and lay out for a bit…”

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We filled the afternoon with oral and regular fucking, as well as a wonderful sixty-nine, all of it punctuated with light naps, just holding each other. We skipped lunch, keeping our strength up with some items from the well-stocked refrigerators in both our rooms. Olives, crackers and cheese were the minimum we needed to keep ourselves energetic enough for our romp.

Several hours later, a couple of hours before the epic Caribbean sunset descended on the wicked souls at Scandals, we relaxed in the hot tub, lolling in the bubbly waters, across from each other, wearing only our satisfied smiles. Rita’s eyes were half-open, gazing at me dreamily from the far side of our repeated orgasms since noon, her lips parted in complete repose, her breasts playing peekaboo from under the frothy water. She murmured something I couldn’t quite hear over the sound of the jets, so I crossed the tub and settled my chest against hers. “What did you say, baby?”

A smile flickered over her face. “I just said, ‘that’s what I came here for…'” I thanked her with a gentle kiss that grew quickly in both intensity and passion.

“Rita, that’s the best afternoon I’ve had since I got here, and I started off fucking Claire while she was on the phone… If I hadn’t already admitted I love you, I would now.”

“So say it, baby.”

“I love you, Rita.”

She scooted forward and kissed me quickly, letting her tongue flick into my mouth, and we separated for a moment, but I didn’t move back to my side of the hot tub. A part of me didn’t want the afternoon to end, and I realized I would happily spend the rest of the vacation catching up with Rita, since we likely wouldn’t have this chance again for several months. At the same time, this vacation was as much for Claire and I together, even though I knew my wife was getting her fill of surf, sun and hot fucking and sucking. I glanced at the clock over the pool below, and realized dinner would start in just over an hour, and I was famished. “How does a shower sound?”

“Lovely, once we’re done for the day.” Her smile was winsome and shy, quite out of place for the venue and what we’d been doing almost all day.

“We’re not done?”

Her lips curled sensuously, wickedly, and her eyes glowed with deep, sincere lust. “I want you to take me again. Here on the deck. Can you manage another penetration or two, baby?” She put her hands onto the rim of the tub, and levered herself up and out of the fizzing waters, gradually displaying the length of her beautiful body to me. She was as toned and sexy as ever, her muscles defined and moving surely despite our mutual exhaustion. Her skin was flushed from the hot waters, and it made her tanlines even more prominent.

I rose too, and pulled myself out of the tub with the handrail. The combination of the last four hours of joyous sexual play and half an hour in the steamy waters had worn me down, and my arms and legs felt leaden. Rita went to the railing, leaning back against it with a smile, and I joined her there. “Do you need some help getting hard again, baby? How about some mouth-to-penis resuscitation?”

She dropped to her knees before I could answer, and opened her mouth, sliding my tired dick inside, working my shaft expertly with her tongue and lips. Even as tired as I was, her mouth made a potent argument for more fucking, and it was a matter of a couple of minutes before she easily convinced my cock it would be well worth the effort.

Standing, she continued cradling my hard-on, intent on my not losing the stiffness she’d coaxed out of me. She draped her other arm around my shoulders and drew me in, kissing me fiercely. “I want you to fuck me against the railing, so they can see me…” There was a crowd in and around the pool and in the two hot tubs in sight, and the late afternoon sun dappled Rita’s skin tantalizingly. The railing around the deck had an upper and a lower tier; otherwise we were completely visible to our audience.

Rita leaned forward and placed her palms on the top railing, bending at her waist, sliding her feet back and apart. “This is how I want you to take me. Just like you had Bill take you by your hot tub at home.” The words barely carried, not from shyness, but from a desire, I knew, to keep the illusion of privacy while we fucked in the open. I knew that everyone looking up would see her tight, muscular body, pale tanlines highlighting her breasts and pussy, shifting rapidly in the sun and shadow, clear to everyone she was getting fucked.

Between her talented mouth and the glorious tanlines on her lean, muscled body, I was again ready to plunge inside her, and came up behind her, letting my glans trail over the curly red jungle at her pussy. “Ready?” I knew she was, and started to push forward into her wet and waiting cunt…

“Not what I meant…” Her voice was playful, not upset. “Take me like Bill took you, hon. I want your cock inside me, but not in my cunt. Fuck me in my ass…” She turned around and grabbed a tube of lube she’d left on the chair, with which she covered my erection, then reached between her buttocks and spread the clear gel there, too. “Planned for this for a couple of days. Actually since I watched you fuck Bill months ago.” She closed and twiddled the foil tube, and laughed. “Wondered when I would get you out here for this!”

Claire and I had done anal as an added side dish to our lovemaking, and we liked it enough to do it once or twice a year. The only other lover who had taken my cock that way was Bill, a couple of months ago, and here was Rita asking me to do the same thing. “Fuck you in…”

She turned around once more, elbows on the railing. “Don’t talk about it, baby… Just do it, push it inside me.” I tilted my cock up a few degrees, to the puckered entrance, and pushed forward, penetrating Rita’s anus for the first time. Sliding it in just past the head, I heard her coo quietly.

“Yes, baby, right there…” I pushed in further, noticing as I did so that a few people glanced up and either looked away in polite disinterest or riveted their eyes on the scene before them. I wondered if any of them knew my cock was in her ass instead of her pussy, even as I started to pick up speed. Rita’s first moan was loud, and it was clear she was enjoying it.

Soon, I was pounding her tight little asshole, gasping myself with each thrust. Like Bill, she was tight and held my hard-on in a cozy grip, slippery and hot. “Fuck, Rita… God this is wonderful…”

She grinned sidelong at me over her shoulder. “Nice change, and it gives my poor cunt some needed…unhhh…rest…” Rita turned back to the pool below, closing her eyes, moaning with each thrust.

Rita’s anus was snug, reminding me of the first time I’d fucked Bill in the ass, then the first time Claire and I had done it. The lube had warmed up and become more liquid, and I felt my dick sliding quickly in and out between her buttocks. It was exhilarating, and I felt my second or third wind picking up. “How does it feel, sweetheart?”

She smiled over her shoulder at me, then closed her eyes again. “Why did we wait so long for you to do this, baby? God, I love this… Keep fucking me ’til you cum…”

It was all I could do to hold on and not cum inside her right then. As much hard work as my dick had been forced into today, I knew I wouldn’t stop until I finished. I moaned, closer than I thought even possible. I saw two couples gazing with rapt attention, the women stroking their men’s erections as they watched our performance. I consciously moved more slowly, eager not to hurt Rita with frenzied humping, but it was so hard to hold back.

Rita sighed. “Oh, yes, baby. Fuck me just like that. I want to feel you cum in my ass….” I imagined her eyes closed, a sense of rapture coming over her as I fucked her anus for the first time ever. She started squeezing every so often, and I realized she was urging me on, tightening her ass the way she and Claire both tightened their cunts around me when pounding them.

Still fucking her at less than full speed, I felt my balls quiver and clench, and felt a warm breeze, tropical and sneaky, brush against and through the kinky hairs on my sack. Despite my vow not to fuck her too hard, I felt myself, quite outside my control, speed up. Rita’s only answer was a delighted coo of pleasure.

“Oh, do it baby! Fuck my ass, sweetie… Fill my asshole just like you filled Bill’s…” She sounded joyful as I continued, and I couldn’t hold back at all.

“Fuck, Rita, fuck…” My hips mashed into her buttocks, sending thrilling shockwaves the length of my cock and through my entire body, as my orgasm built inexorably to its end. Rita’s soft moans had become ragged gasps, rough exhalations each time my thrusts hit their zenith, becoming staccato puffs of air while I picked up speed, fucking her ass for all I was worth.

My climax was loud, explosive, and I threw my head, my moans echoing with each pulse of my erection, loosing the very last, I was sure, of my semen inside her ass. I grabbed Rita’s hips and pulled her back with each thrust, intent on filling her. She laughed with pleasure with each pulse, each quiver of my cock as it unloaded inside her.

When we finally slowed down, a smattering of enthusiastic applause arose from the pool below us. I glanced, and saw a few couples watching and smiling broadly, vicariously enjoying the buttfucking they had just witnessed, and I knew many of them would enjoy it much less vicariously as soon as they could, I imagined with anyone they could.

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Rita and I showered briefly, taking slow, leisurely caresses and slow burning kisses as we ended our escapades for now. When we dried each other off, she had a gentle, fulfilled smile on her lips, and watched me lovingly as we wound up the day.

“You know I really love you, baby. And I’m going to be sure to thank your wife for letting me have you all day.” Dropping her towel, Rita kissed me again, slowly, and cradled my worn-out dick in her hand. “You can thank her too, once you’ve gotten up some steam again.” She watched me as I slipped through the passthrough door between our bedrooms.

I found Claire reclining on the couch, alone and drowsing in the light sneaking through the curtains in the remaining light before sunset. She looked beautiful and contented, and I sat down on the floor next to her, putting my arm around her waist and nuzzling her left breast, right at the edge of the seat.

Her eyes barely opened, and she smiled. “So it’s you, finally. Did Rita wear you out already?”

I turned her face to me and kissed her on the lips. “Mostly. I got out of there a little bit ago, and I noticed the door between our rooms somehow got shut during one of our showers…”

Claire’s blue eyes and golden blonde hair danced in the light as she laughed. “It was so tempting to join the two of you, but I already promised her I wouldn’t. I did peek in while you were doing her on her hands and knees… What I did do was have Samantha on our bed for a couple of hours.” Bringing her elbow underneath her shoulder, she lifted her head and gazed into my eyes. “You’re my favorite in bed and in my life, but she is so good at eating my pussy…”

“Which time did you close the door?” I was teasing her now, and she knew it.

“When the bed was soaked with Rita’s pussy juices this morning. Just before Samantha and I traded some wonderful pussy play, I should add. I may have to ask you to give me a morning and afternoon with Rita…”

“Still a few days left in our vacation, Claire. And she did say she wants to thank you, too.”

She gave me a winsome, merry smile in return. “Who said it would be on our vacation, babe?”

This time we kissed a lot longer, more passionately. When she pulled back, it was with a horny leer on her face. “Any life left in your dick, or did Rita wring your balls dry?”

My weary sigh said it all. “Wrung dry, I’m afraid. I don’t think I’ll even be able to think about sex for another hour or so.”

She turned her whole body all the way towards me, and her right hand crept down to my semi-hard cock. Her fingertips stroked and flitted over it, and she looked down at my crotch. “You’re not kidding, baby. Just in time for tonight.”

“A little later, sexy.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek. “Not what I meant. After we go down to dinner, go over to the Two Sams, their room, and knock three times.”

“Knock three times on the ceiling if you’ll fuck me?”

Claire laughed. “I’m sure they both will want you there.”

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I ate dinner quickly, and both Rita and Claire looked on in amusement. The two Sams were conspicuously absent, readying themselves for me, no doubt. Rita spoke first. “I must have taken a lot out of you. I know I did… Looks like you’ll be needing your energy tonight!” Then, to my Claire, “So, my place or yours? I’m still not tired of sex, Cee.”

“Good! I want you to myself tonight, and I understand you want to thank me, too…”

Outside the restaurant, I immediately slipped out of my shorts and shirt and walked naked to the other building, my clothes over my shoulder. Several other couples and singles walked past me, all on their own paths to sexual play and hopefully fulfillment.

I gave a bold knock on their door, and Samuel’s voice drifted through the door. “It’s open.” I felt a burst of wind as the door moved on its hinges, and had to push a little harder. Their curtains billowed in the stiff breeze coming off the ocean, and the room was the perfect temperature, the perfect humidity, the perfect everything for what I expected to come next. It was dark outside, just past sunset, and the lights from the pools down below, the happy noises of couples making out and more, made my breath catch in anticipation.

Bill and Sam were naked on opposite ends of the couch, sipping beers and casually chatting. I was very familiar with Bill’s body, and looked more closely at Sam this time, even though I’d seen him plowing my wife’s pussy two nights ago. He was shorter than either of us, his skin the natural shade of a dark wood, deepened I was sure by frequent tanning sessions. Although he was short and thick, it was all muscle, and I noticed with a little envy that there didn’t appear to be one ounce of fat on him. His hair was the same shade of deep black all over his body, with a virtual forest of it on his chest. I looked at his penis, and saw it was also dark and thick, relaxed like Bill’s was. I felt mine start to awaken, after the exercise Rita and I had given it earlier.

Bill handed me an opened bottle of something imported. It hit me that almost anything on the island was imported, but it was a good Canadian brew of decent lineage. I grabbed a towel and sat on the chair perpendicular to the couch, joining their casual conversation. Throughout, I became aware of the tightening of my cock, its progression back to a useful, rigid tool. Bill was nonchalant, letting his eyes wander all over the room, anywhere except my crotch, but Samuel was clearly interested. I lifted my bottle and snuck a glance, gratified to see I wasn’t the only one semi-hard.

“So,” Bill turned and leaned over, looking directly into my eyes, “so, you got to watch me and Sam in a hot threesome our first night. How did you like it?”

“Very hot. Very fucking hot.” Without looking, I felt my erection progressing. “Especially…”

Bill raised one eyebrow. “Especially?”

Sam chuckled knowingly. “He loved seeing my cum in your mouth. Right?”

I was going to say the hottest part was Rita’s blowjob while I watched, but those words didn’t make their way out. “Very hot,” I repeated.

Sam spoke again. “If you had been right there, would you have joined us? Helped us fuck that lovely girl? Or something else?”

He was right about the something else, for sure. Rita’s sucking skills are incredible, and she knew very well how to get me off, but watching Sam cum in Bill’s face had made me want to be there sharing his cum, girl or not. “Something else,” I admitted.

Bill grinned. “You like threesomes, right?”

“Loving them.” I thought I knew where he was headed, and was eager for him to say it out loud. “Won’t it be a foursome, though, with Samantha?”

Sam chuckled. “She’s down in the pool, playing a very intimate game of Marco Polo with two of the other men here.” He leaned forward. “You, me and Bill. I want all three of us naked and fucking in that bed over there.” Bill stood, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his cock, which I hadn’t noticed growing to fully erect. This was the same bed where Samantha and I had made love yesterday morning, and the site of the best blowjob in the history of blowjobs. That helped get me hard even faster, and all three of us now sported sturdy hard-ons, eager to get started.

I knew right away that was not why they invited me up, but why I joined them. Standing, I let my palm caress the underside of Bill’s thick hard-on. I searched briefly for something clever to say, some words to put everyone at ease, but settled on, “Let’s do it now.”

Without another word, all three of us men made our way into the bedroom with the super-sized bed. Before either one of my companions could make the first move, I decided to be the one to get the ball rolling. Dropping to my knees on the thick carpet, I took Bill into my mouth, letting his cock slide over my tongue, the firm, velvety head making its way almost to the back of my throat. One of my hands came up and started stroking Sam’s hard-on, reveling in the thickness of what would be my second cock ever. After bobbing my head a couple of times, I switched off, sucking Samuel and stroking Bill.

Both men groaned at my attention, and both of their dicks stiffened further. Standing up, I told them, “I just want it clear that I’m new to this, only been with Bill a couple of times.”

“He told me. Claire also mentioned you’ve been with your friend Rita all afternoon, and could use some rest tonight. Bill and I are going to fuck you, and you get to just lie back and enjoy.” It sounded wonderful.

Sam lowered his mouth to my chest, and sucked on one of my nipples, a jolt of raw lightning that made my cock quiver with need. I moaned, not for the last time tonight I was sure. Bill circled behind me, and I felt his erection between my buttocks, pointing straight up. In response, I let my hips gyrate slightly, and pressed back into him, using my ass the same way Claire often did with me in the shower. He rewarded me with a moan of his own.

My breath was ragged now, and tremors of lust shook my whole body. I wanted to tell them to get started. Fuck me… I wanted both cocks immediately, and the depth of my desire went all the way to my bones. Fuck me… Reaching for Sam’s cock in front of me, and Bill’s behind, I gave both a slow, delicate hand job, feeling them in my palms, straining for release, in me if possible.

“Fu-u-u-uck…” The word crept out of Bill’s throat into the dim tropical room. My own cock wanted to be touched, sucked, made to cum, but both of my hands were working on the two men who were going to use me this evening. Sam’s eyes closed as he savored my touch, and Bill moaned again, loving my hand on him, stroking him forward to his next orgasm. Their hands were all over my body, caressing every square inch of skin within reach, and Sam planted his mouth on mine, letting my catch and swallow his groans.

Disengaging from them both, slowly and gently, I sat down on the bed, and told them what I wanted them to do, how I needed them to fuck me. They listened and agreed.

I lay back onto the bed, my ass near the edge and my legs dangling down. I pulled a pillow over, and settled my head back on it, crosswise on the bed. Bill was the first to join me, as he climbed onto the bed, straddling my chest, his cock pointing upward inches from my chin. Sam followed and stood at the edge of the bed, putting on a lubricated condom.

“Are you ready?” Bill looked eager, but wanted my permission first.

“Yeah. Both of you…start fucking me… Now…”

Bill bent forward at the knees, leaning onto his arms, his thick manhood positioned right over my mouth, where it belonged. Sam was slightly thicker than Bill, and the head of his shrouded cock made its own idle way into my anus. It felt a little tighter at first, but could have been since it had been a few months since I’d felt Bill’s penetration.

At the same time, Bill lowered his cock to my lips, and I flicked my tongue out, licking at the little inverted V where his shaft blossomed into the glans. Opening my mouth, I took him inside, soaking his erection with saliva, bathing it with my tongue. When I had finished, Bill started slowly, almost lazily, humping my face, thrusting slowly along my tongue and to the edge of my throat, then pulling back before moving his hips forward again, fucking my mouth slowly, the way I hungered for it.

Sam took equal care, whether from familiarity with anal penetration, or the lessons from his wife Samantha on going slowly and savoring the moment, I couldn’t tell. Two nights ago, my wife Claire had joined Bill and Samuel, directing them, guiding them as they spit-roasted her, but at her speed, her command. I had wanted this ever since I watched that, and my instructions to the men now taking me in my mouth and ass had reflected that. Fuck me slowly…

My arms were pinned to my sides by Bill’s calves. I felt a passing urge to grab his ass while sucking his cock, but it honestly felt incredible being completely passive, a receptacle for two throbbing cocks. Sam’s groin made intermittent, regular contact with my ass, and he was holding my legs up in the air while he slowly thrust into me. Again, just receiving their cocks was what I wanted right now.

Their thrusts weren’t in time to each other at all. Sam seemed to be rocking on his heels, just letting his cock travel smoothly in and out of me. I felt each subtle impact at the root of my cock, a rumble that traveled all the way up my shaft to my glans, sending quivers of sensation all through it. My imprisoned arms couldn’t touch it, and I felt a sudden urge to jack off, and would have if I had been able.

Bill went a little faster, about five thrusts to four of Sam’s, and I heard him pant, felt a drop of sweat drop down onto my chest from his balls. His shaft tasted wonderful, and a drop of pre-cum slipped out onto my tongue, sweet and thin and delicious. I swallowed it, waiting for the inevitable flood, expecting his thrusts to deepen and quicken before he rewarded me with his load.

Sam and Bill kept up their lazy pace, as eager to prolong their ecstasy as I was for them to fill me with their hot cum. Forcing my eagerness down, I let them do me, Bill’s cock leisurely entering my mouth, and Sam’s penetrating my anus. The twin sensation of being fucked in both holes was divine, almost otherworldly, and I moaned around Bill’s shaft. I knew that was why Claire had liked it so much, liked the control while she was spitted last night.

My own cock was rigid, hard as steel, ready at last to plunge into one of them, ass or mouth, to shoot my wad inside one or both of them. Sam’s hand caressed my testicles, gently stroking my balls in time to his thrusts, and Bill gasped, still moving slowly, but I knew from long experience he was ready to finish, unload in me while I swallowed every drop of his gift of semen.

A door shut somewhere in the room, and I didn’t care. If someone walked in on the three of us men, two of them fucking me in front and back, I hoped they enjoyed what they saw as much as I was liking both of them taking me, fucking me like a woman. A decidedly feminine gasp followed a few moments after, though I couldn’t see who was watching me get cocked. The cooing, breathless “oooh!” could have been any woman, familiar or not.

Rita or Claire would have loved watching me in a hot threesome, maybe even jumping in to make it a foursome. I didn’t know whether the platinum-haired Samantha would watch, join us, or leave us to our threesome. Any of them were welcome to do so.

Neither Bill nor Sam changed their rhythm, but I heard a long, slow kiss over my head, and saw a flash of tits in the corner of my eye, but too fast to determine which of our lovely ladies was there. Soft footfalls wandered to the other end of me, and I heard another wet, lingering kiss, this time with Samuel on the receiving end. Whoever she was, she was clearly taking her time with both of them.

Then I felt her fingertips on my torso, a gentle touch that almost made me cum right there. Her fingers trailed down my sides, teasing my skin, mocking my inability to grab her and pull her down on top of me, getting her to join us, join me. Her mouth laid gentle, wet kisses along my belly, approaching but avoiding my thick rod. Her hair brushed against it, a cloud of pure pleasure, and I noticed at the same moment that Bill and Sam were both speeding up, still gentle but more pronounced, and it would only be a short time before they filled me up.

The woman climbed onto the bed, barely altering Bill and Sam’s rhythmic pounding. There was a pause, and I felt her mouth take me inside, and I almost burst at the warmth and wetness. I realized a moment later it wasn’t her mouth, but her cunt enveloping my cock. The faintest touch of her bottom on my stomach gave it away, and sounded like she was kissing Sam very passionately, facing away from Bill and down my legs. Their moans intermingled, a single harmony filling the room, Sam’s deep baritone and the woman’s higher, lighter voice.

She started fucking me in earnest as Sam sped up, keeping pace with the lovely anonymous twat letting me fuck it the same way I was being taken. I felt her shift, and knew without seeing that she had her arms around Sam, and was kissing him, lost in their craving to cum and make me cum. Sam’s cock now pistoned inside me, each in-thrust matched by her pussy descending, engulfing my erection in precise timing. I knew now it was Samantha on top of me, her twin thirsts for the two of us driving us hard toward our climaxes.

Bill was now pounding my face more quickly, chuffing with each time he passed into my mouth. My throat was completely relaxed now, and he could have fucked me all the way down to my stomach and I would have let him. More sweat dripped onto me, and he started to grunt with the onset of his orgasm, ready to fill my mouth yet again.

The Two Sams continued their rapid pace, fucking the hell out of me, and I couldn’t have been more happy with it. I also couldn’t hold on any more. I had to cum, let my semen boil forth into her waiting pussy, while accepting Sam’s cum inside me. I groaned around Bill’s cock, ready to explode.

Three final, quick deep thrusts in my ass, and Samuel grunted in release. Each contraction of his dick, pumping in my rectum, reverberated through my body. Samantha simultaneously enjoyed her last three thrusts downward, accepting her own orgasm as her due. Spurts of her hot juices sloshed out onto my rigid cock, hot and thick as lava, and I thrust my hips upward, pushing upward as she pushed down, straining to go as deep within the platinum beauty as I could, feeling the pulses of Sam’s cock, semen gushing out without slowing down.

My orgasm was immediate, and Samantha groaned with each quiver of my cock inside her. We stayed like that, our humping receding but not yet ending, waiting for Bill to finish, for all of us to be completely done. We didn’t have long.

“Ah, fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” I felt the muscles in his cock clench and release, clench and release, and he pushed inward all the way. His thick black bush grazed against my lips, tickling them, and a load of cum shot into my face and down my throat, followed by another and another. It felt like a freight train unloading his musky fluids into me, and I swallowed each spurt greedily, sucking it down into my belly, satisfied only when the tide subsided, and he climbed off of my face to collapse on the bed next to us.

My eyes were closed, and I tried to catch my breath, heart going like a trip hammer, and I was already ready to try this again, maybe after some rest. She was still on my cock, lifting her hips at the same moment Sam pulled out. My cock exited Samantha the same instant he pulled out of my ass, and I heard him head to the bathroom. She moved between Bill and me, kissing up my chest to my mouth. Her arm worked its way under my neck, and she kissed me longingly.

Recovering, I opened my eyes to look at Samantha and thank her.

It was my own Claire, looking down at me with 24 karat love and lust in her blue eyes. “Oh, baby, I hope I didn’t spoil your boy’s time.”