Adam's Journey

peak - You're right, I totally missed the reference, but then it's been awhile since I've seen the movie. Great movie though, with terrific actors, and the reference was spot on, if a little obscure. Thanks for the clarification, and the words of support!

Thanks story. The characters kind of built themselves, and the ideas spring from them. I know that's weird, but it's all I can figure out. And, not to fear, Tiff will be along, I suspect!

ncal, I'm very glad you're finding the story to be so hot. I'd hate to think I was the only one that liked this stuff! Next time I'll be sure to invite you along on the trip. I appreciate your ongoing support!

TrF2 - I think Kristi and Kori, together, could probably wear out any male on the planet. Maybe.
As far as Britt and Sandra, yeah, they're probably disappointed to only have 5 guys left to satisfy them! Thanks for your comments, I always enjoy them.

Ty groaned as Britt sucked on his sensitive, post-ejaculatory organ, his body jerking with the intensity of the sensation. I knew what he was feeling, and sympathized; he no doubt wanted to beg her to stop, but the look and feel of her warm lips around him was just too good to deny, much less to voluntarily end! Britt eventually took pity on him and let his rapidly diminishing cock slip from her lips, licking at his balls as she held his penis in her hand.

She smiled up at him, gently flopping his nearly limp cock back and forth in her hand. "It looks like you're done for awhile! Did you enjoy that?"

He groaned. "Couldn't you tell?"

She rose to her feet, laughing. "Well, if volume of cum is any indication, you enjoyed the hell out of it! That was pretty impressive, cum flying everywhere. Just good, messy, sticky fun!"

Several of us laughed at Britt's description, and her unabashed enthusiasm. Here was a woman that clearly enjoyed sex in all its forms, and wasn't shy about saying so. It was apparent that she'd found a husband that could not begin to satisfy her needs, and she'd taken the necessary steps to compensate for his lack of interest, or possibly ability.

I wondered if he had any idea what their separate vacations were really about, what his beautiful wife was up to while he was out hitting a little white ball. And if he knew, did he approve? Did he know all the juicy details, and if so, did the thoughts of his wife having raw natural sex with various men turn him on as much as Kristi's behavior did for me? Or did he keep himself blissfully unaware, in complete denial about her activities? Looking at her, it was so apparent that she was both mentally and physically designed for sex that her husband would have to be an utter fool to not know that men would be trying to get between her legs at every opportunity. I'd have to ask her if her husband was an utter fool, or if they had an agreement of some sort. And if the baby that she was still nursing was her husband's, or the result of one of her extracurricular couplings. Given my own situation, I was intensely curious about hers, and knew that if I asked, she'd tell me. I felt like I wanted very much to know how her husband dealt with the situation.

Thinking these thoughts, my eyes strayed to the hall, where Kristi and Kori had disappeared with Juan shortly before. Knowing they were back there, together, was like an itch I couldn't scratch. I desperately wanted to know what was happening!

Britt saw my glance toward the bedrooms, and laughed. "It's driving you crazy, isn't it?"

I felt myself blush. "No, I'm just curious. Do you suppose everything is OK?"

She laughed again. "Oh boy! Define what you mean by OK! If you mean does he have his cock seven or eight inches inside one of them and his tongue two or three inches inside the other, then everything is probably just peachy! What do you want to do, go check on them?"

I winced, because that was exactly what I wanted to do! I wanted to see them fucking, but knew I couldn't butt in without looking like a needy, insecure little wimp. "No, I just hope they're having fun, is all."
OK, so I lied just a little!

"Oh, don't worry, Juan will see to that! I'm sure they will enjoy themselves! Come, on, give me a kiss and then let's go get a take. It looks like your friend Ron is whipping up something at the bar. Funny, he doesn't seem nearly as worried about his wife as you are about Kristi!"

I saw Ty watching us, waiting to see if I'd actually kiss her through the cum smeared on her lips and chin. I did, half expecting him to make another wise-ass comment, but he didn't. She held her hand out to him, and he took it and rose to his feet beside us, kissing her himself before grabbing a towel and beginning to gently wipe some of his cum from where he had splattered her arm and her chest. He bent and licked a little combined cum and milk from her nipples and the surrounding area, then carefully dried her with the towel as he spoke.
"Just so you know, that was very intense, and I had absolutely no control over any of that! I'm sorry I made such a big mess everywhere. Especially on you!"

She chuckled as we walked toward the bar. "My fault, I guess, but I'm not apologizing! I love seeing a man cum like that. If it can't be inside of me, or in my mouth, then I want to watch it pump and squirt. It feels so good, warm and slippery, and I find that incredibly arousing! I'm so fucking wet right now!"

Her calm announcement of her own arousal made my throbbing cock spasm and ache, sympathy pains for her condition. At the bar, it turned out that Ronnie was mixing up a batch of his renowned Bloody Marys, a take for which he should probably receive at least a knighthood. I had not been intending to take anything holy wateric so early that morning, but seeing Ron making his special Bloody Marys made my mouth water. It's a superb take, his own special blend of spices and other ingredients of which he is justifiably proud, and completely protective. He won't even share the recipe with me, the bastard!

He was taking orders, and I quickly placed mine and assured both Britt and Ty that they absolutely needed one as well. Britt agreed, but Ty begged off. "Sorry, can't do it! I'm allergic to tomatoes, I'd puff up like a blowfish and then probably ***."

I shrugged at him. "Drink one anyhow - I'm sure you'd find it worth it!"

He looked at me, startled, then laughed. "Is that your plan for keeping me away from Kristi? Not gonna work dude, I fully intend to take another run at her, if she'll have me."

I grumred. "Oh, I'm sure she'll have you! She can't seem to stop talking about the fun you two already had."

He looked pleased. "Good! Hey, how about a screwdriver for me, Ronnie?"

Ron looked at him, aghast! "Screwdriver? There's no artistry in a screwdriver! Fix your own damn take, you barbarian!" He pushed the vodka, a nearly full bottle of Grey Goose, over to Ty, who laughingly took it.

Ty picked it up and looked at it consideringly. "You know, for Bloody Marys and such, this is a waste! Smirnoff or Skyy or something would work just as well."

Ron scoffed. "Not for MY Bloody Marys they won't! Were you raised by wolves, or what?"

On the other side of Ron, Cody laughed at the way Ronnie was beating up on his friend, and Sandra joined in. Ron had six highball glasses lined up on the bar, and he went down the line, hand-pouring precise amounts of the Grey Goose and tomato juice into each, then squeezing fresh lemon on top and adding dashes of a couple of hot sauces, from which bottles he'd carefully removed the labels. He pulled out a small jar of spices, which I knew he'd blended, in secret, ahead of time, and added what seemed like random pinches to the glasses. I knew they were anything but random!

He took another empty glass and poured each one back and forth to blend the ingredients together, adding ice to the glass befor pouring it in the final time, then reached into the mini fridge and came up with six slender spears of celery, which he plunked into each glass like he was throwing darts. He distributed the takes to the five of us that were waiting, keeping his own, as Ty poured OJ and a little vodka over ice for himself.

I held up my glass ceremoniously. "To fine new friends, beatiful women, glorious places, and great good times! Cheers, mi amigos!" Sandra smiled at my weak attempt to add a south of the border touch, and we clinked glasses. The take was as fine as any Ron had ever made, tart, spicy, and refreshing, the burn and the acidic flavor of the juices lingering and making my mouth water. It was almost enough to make me forget that just down the hall my woman was probably getting thoroughly laid, a thick, dark, uncut cock likely buried deeply in her hot and willing body, heavy balls pressed to her ass as she cried out in ecstasy, orgasms provided by another man causing her to writhe and thrust against him. Almost enough.

Ron caught me looking down the hall, and as everyone's compliments on the fantastic takes died down he looked at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly. I looked back at him, wondering how he could so calmly accept that his wife was getting fucked, probably getting off on a cock much larger than his own, and seemingly one that stayed hard constantly!

I glanced down the hall again, then back at him. "What do you think they're doing?"

He laughed, almost spraying the precious nectar that he'd just imbibed out through his nose! Through his coughing, he said "What do I think they're doing? Gosh Adam, I don't know! What do you think they're doing?"

I realized that everyone was laughing at me, and felt myself go bright red. Miguel was looking at me like I was an idiot, and Sandra almost looked like she felt pity for me! "No, no, I mean, I know what they're doing - sort of - I was just..." I stumred to a pause. "Oh fuck it, forget I said anything!"

They all laughed again, and Ty slapped me on the back. "No sweat, man! She's not even my fiancee" - here he looked over at Ron - "or my wife, but I'd like to see this as much as you guys would!"

If it was supposed to reassure me that Ty would like to see Kristi getting laid as much as I would, it didn't! Sandra walked over and took my hand, and Ty's, and we stood from the bar stools. "Two such big beautiful men, maybe you can come and entertain a lady for a time, si? You should have what you call, a distraction, I think, from your lady and her friends? One of you bring for me my take, and we will go up above, where the sun can warm our bodies as the take does our bellies, and love does our souls. Come along with me now, I need you."

Her soft voice and gentle poetry-like cadence went well with the warmth of her brown eyes and timid smile, and the graceful fall of her shining black hair, and Ty and I followed her willingly across the room and up the steps. She trailed the scent of tropical flowers and feminine musk, and I think we were both caught up in her exotic sensuality. Carrying two takes, Kristi momentarily forgotten, I watched the way her small buttocks moved as she climbed the stairs, able to see the naked lower curve of her sweet little brown ass below her short robe, and the closely trimmed black thatch between her legs. It may have been my imagination, but I thought she looked wet, down there.

Glancing quickly back from the top of the stairs, I saw Britt look around at Miguel, Ron, and Cody, and smile broadly. "Well, well, and three for me! I knew when I got out of bed this morning that this was going to be a great day!"

Stormy

You continue to amaze me with your incredible sex scenes. You are an artist.

GH

Thanks GH, and welcome back! You've been missed.

This will likely be my final post until after New Year's, as we once again head west to enjoy Christmas in the Rockies. I'm not leaving for a few more days, but don't anticipate having time to write.
I hope you all have a most Joyous Christmas, and a very Happy New Year (or whatever other religious or pagan celebration you might choose to observe! PC, you know!), and that you get to enjoy good times spent with friends and loved ones. I've enjoyed communicating with one and all over the past year, and would like to extend my thanks for all of your kind words and generous support.
Happy Holidays!
storm
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Sandra led us out onto the upper deck and toward the bow. There was one mid-sized houseboat moving away, a couple hundred yards off and headed slowly toward the open lake, and several others had left while we were having breakfast and chatting - and otherwise engaged - below.

Our party flotilla, which had been substantial the previous evening, had shrunken to just four houseboats; our's and Miguel's, at anchor and tied together, with Ty and Cody's motorboat tied at the stern of ours, and two others, each fifteen or twenty yards away and isolated by open water between, now that the intervening boats had departed. There were several people on the upper deck of one of the boats, takeing, sunning, and relaxing, and we called our hellos across to them, returning their waves. I noticed that a couple of the women were topless, taking advantage of the isolated location to catch some rays, and that at least one of the men was wandering around dressed only in a pair of flip-flops, with his dangling penis doing its own flip-flopping as he walked about.

We reached the front of our upper deck, which put the hot tub and the small cabana between us and the other boat and left us exposed only to the deserted shoreline. Sandra, releasing her soft grip on our hands, turned to face us and opened her short robe, allowing it to fall to the deck. I had seen her naked the previous night, of course, but it had been from a distance, and in poor light. Now, close up and in full daylight, I could appreciate how flawlessly perfect her body was, small and petite, everything but her breasts, which were somewhat large for a woman of her short stature and small frame, in perfect scale to her diminutive size. Her rich, golden-brown skin glowed in the sunlight, and it gleamed off her shining, raven hair.

I heard Ty breathe out a quiet "Oh, wow!" about the same time that I made a soft, admiring "Oooohh!" sound. Sandra laughed at our reactions, showing her brilliantly white teeth, clearly pleased that we appreciated her beauty.
"So, you seem to like what you see! Would you like to show me how much you like this?" She held her hands out, indicating her body.

I wanted to see more, and asked that she do a pirouette, indicating so with a spin of my index finger. Ty moved to meet her request, undoing his pants and pulling his shirt over his head. Sandra complied with my own request, turning slowly and making a show of bending forward slightly when her back was toward us, showing off her taut little round bottom. There was a tiny mole on her right hip, along the upper and outer curve of her ass, the only visible flaw on her perfect golden skin.

I stopped her spin and bent to kiss her on that tiny spot, letting my lips softly brush her firm, warm tush as I breathed her scent. It was gardenias, that's what it was, the sweet exotic scent of gardenias! I had known it was familiar, and it had been haunting me. I dropped to my knees and pulled her to me, burying my face in the upper curve of her little ass and letting my tongue touch her, gently exploring downward between her cheeks as my fingers crept up her inner thigh.

She moaned softly and bent forward, parting her legs and thrusting her bottom out. My fingers found her lower lips, wet and hot, at the same time that my tongue found the tight little bud of her anus, and I tickled her in both spots at once, gently touching and probing. I slipped my middle finger slowly into her, feeling her velvet grip on my knuckle, and at the same time pushed the pointed tip of my tongue just slightly into her, and I felt a shudder of pleasure run through her.

She allowed me a few more seconds of erotic exploration before she gasped and pulled away, turning back to face me. "You are a very bad man, tempting and seducing me while poor Ty stands and waits! And you are still fully dressed! I think you should join us, now, and remove your clothes." She tugged at the buckle of the nylon belt on my trunks as she spoke, getting it undone and then pulling the drawstring. I'm not sure why I'd both tied and buckled them; there was nobody on board that I was afraid would break into my pants!

I glanced at Ty, and laughed out loud! He was standing with his shorts pooled around his feet, his shirt still in his hands, open-mouthed and staring! He was about half-hard, closer to flaccid than hard, I think, and I remembered that he had cum massively just a very short time ago. I wondered if he'd be able to go again so soon, or if he might embarrass himslf slightly with a failed attempt, deciding that having done what he had, it really wouldn't be all that embarrassing.

My laugh roused him, and his eyes rose to my face. "What?"

"Nothing, you just looked like you were frozen in place, suspended animation or something."

He laughed. "Yeah, I guess I was! I musta got hip-mo-tized or sumpin'!" He gave the last line a very redneck pronunciation, and I chuckled.

Sandra continued to work on my trunks, getting them loose and pushing them down my legs. My own cock, with my arousal and its have-aided rigidity, sprang up and out, at full extension and poking out from between my shirttails., Sandra wrapped her fingers around me, slowly stroking my aching cock as she dropped to her knees and pushed my trunks down to my feet, holding them as I stepped out. She took me in her mouth then, licking and sucking at me, and I closed my eyes and groaned at the sheer pleasure of the sensation, her mouth warm and wet on my sensitive flesh.

I was unbuttoning my bright Hawaiian shirt as Ty dropped his own and kicked his shorts away, stepping over with a small exclamation of arousal to rub his cock over the side of Sandra's face, dragging it across her occupied lips - and my cock - as he tried to get himself involved in the action. That left me maybe just a little creeped out, but I was not about to move away!

Sandra reached up and took his semi-hard penis in her other hand, then looked up at him as she let my cock slip from her lips, licking them before she spoke. "Well, it looks like you will need a little more help than our friend Adam! Come closer." She pulled him in to her, until he and I were tight together, shoulder to shoulder and hip to hip, and then leaned in and began to alternately lick and suck our cocks, one in each hand close together. After a time, she tried to get both in her mouth at once, holding our cocks together and trying to stuff them between her lips. Only marginally successful to begin with, her chances dimmed as Ty's cock swelled and hardened, bucking in her hand.

She pulled back and looked at her two now fully erect cocks, wet with the saliva and ready for anything, and she laughed her soft, musical laugh. "Ty, it seems that you like rubbing your cock against Adam's, you have become very hard while I was doing that!"

Ty blustered, objecting before I could. "No, you were sucking on me, that's what did it, is all!"

She laughed again, teasing him. "If you say so, then that's what it is! Though I have become very aroused touching Adam's cock, so I can surely imagine that you might as well!"

Ty began to grumble another objection, but another female voice, from off to my left, away from Ty, cut him off. "I don't know, it looks to me like Adam is even harder than Ty. I think they were both enjoying that, but are too big of pussys to admit it!"

My head spun around in time to watch Kristi speak the last half of that sentence, as did Ty's! She stood next to the hot tub, leaning on it with one hand, dressed only in the same bright blue bikini bottom she had worn earlier. I wondered how long she had been there; concentrating on watching Sandra suck on us, I had not seen or heard her arrive at all!

I began to step back, feeling like I'd been caught doing something I shouldn't, but Sandra did not relinquish her grip on my erection and so I stopped and stayed put. Kristi walked right over to us, looking down at our cocks in Sandra's hands. "It looks like you guys liked having your cocks rub together! Maybe we should just get out of the way and let you two go at it!"

It was my turn. "Yeah, and bullcuckolds brownie too! C'mon, you know better than that, and besides, I was already hard before she even got my pants off!" I paused. "And anyhow, what are you doing here? I thought you were busy, uhh, downstairs."

Kristi laughed. "Don't you mean 'below'? I was, but now I'm not. Kori and Juan are showering together and there wasn't room for three, so I thought I'd come watch you in action. Of course, I wasn't expecting quite that action!"

I glared at her. "Give me a break! And no, I don't think I want to do this if you're going to just sit and watch. You could join us..."

She shook her head as she moved to drag a chair over. "No, I don't think so, but you go on, you can't stop now! I'll just sit here and quietly observe."

Sandra took me back into her mouh, slow, deep, and sensuous, and I groaned and thrust toward her sorry, as if trying to get more into her throat. She gagged slightly and pulled away. "So eager you are, and yet you say no!"

I shook my head. "Sorry, not with her watching us. That's just too weird for me!"

Kristi laughed. "What a wuss! Would it help any if I told you I just got totally laid and don't want any more right now?"

"No. I don't believe you. You're just trying to freak me out."

Ty nodded. "Dude, I'd say she was succeeding!"

Kristi smiled slyly. "How about if I showed you?" She slid down in the chair and spread her legs apart, giving us a clear shot up her long thighs to her crotch, where the thin band of blue lycra between her legs was soaked and dark, thick cum saturating the fabric as it leaked from her body. I felt an electric tingle go through me, and my cock jumped and twitched.

Something about knowing, about having irrefutable proof that she had been fucked and had her pussy filled to overflowing, made my gut clench and my balls ache with arousal. My mouth watered to taste her as Sandra rubbed my long, thick erection against Ty's smaller but rock hard and sharply curved one, and took turns sucking both.

Another great scene, another great ending.

Travel safely, you go with all my seamisteral best wishes Stormy. See you in the next decade.

Stormy, you go and have a wonderful holiday. Be safe, and have fun. See you in 2K10.

TrF2

Thanks for the nice wishes storm, I and all your readers, I'm sure, wish you the same and be back with some of your wonderful ideas to continue the story. We are all waiting for it.
Happy Holidays and have a "good slide" into 2010 (Typical german expresion

storyfan

Stormy,

It is a really great story and makes me think what my reaction would be if I somehowe happened to be in smilar stiuation?

I do not know how this story would end but somehow I would prefere at the end Adam's refusing to carry on with Kristi. I do not know why but I just feel like it. I feel that Kristi knows, Adam is not happy and would prefere to learn to handle this new life style in a different way but she is powering the action on purpose? Why? To make Adam accept everything she does or to show what kind of woman she is. I feel that she is trying control Adam. You may said that I did not understand the story at all but they are my feelings.

I hope you have a wonderfull and happy fullfilling holiday.

Best Regards

Wow this is like a book... 23 pages is too long to cum.

great story....i could go reading it all day...bravo....have a wonderful Christmas

Looking forward to the next installment. Merry Christmas to one and all

Strom

Just wanted to thank you for your writing!

I also, wanted to wish you and your bride a Merry Christmas

Meijer

Just a bump to move it back to the top of the story list.

(Bet you thought Stormy was back, didn't ya?) HA!

Another bump.

OK, Stormy, we're all ready for the next installment.

A Happy and well cuckolded New Year to Stormy and all his readers

Looking forward to what will the new year will bring to the fantastic four-plus friends. Thanks Storm for 2009
contdoc

Thanks to everyone for the warm Holiday wishes, the kind comments, and the "bumps". (Hmmm, usually if I got the bumps I'd go see a doctor instead of thanking anyone for it!) I hope you all had a great Christmas and a very Happy New Year. We had a great trip out west, enjoyed the snow and cold, good skiing, and did a little snowshoeing, which I hadn't done in years! Great way to enjoy the peace and solitude of the woods and mountains - once your laboring lungs and pounding heart settle down and give you a little quiet!

It's good to see that a lot of old friends checked in, and a few new ones! sallyann, triptix, storyfan, oliverra, drfarmer, and of course TrF2, peak, cd, and Meijer, thanks for the support.

KORUCU, I understand exactly what you mean. There is a conflict of emotions there, and I'm really not sure how Adam will resolve that. I think you have a very good feel for the story, and it may even go as you suggest. Maybe.

Kostanzas, I would hope that in 23 pages you might cum twice. Maybe even 3 times! Remember, try to stay hydrated.

Now, without further delay, I'll do as drfarmer suggests and move on...
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The thing was, I really wasn't at all comfortable with Kristi just watching me. That was her thing, not mine, that whole wanting to be watched scene, and while my body was eager and my cock throbbing for release, my mind rebelled. It was silly, I know that. It's not like I was trying to hide what I was doing from her; she would certainly know I had been with one of the other women even if she didn't watch, and if asked for details I would tell her. Having revealed my involvement with Izzy, I had vowed never to deceive her again, but the idea of her just watching me, not taking part, really bothered me - I can't explain exactly why.

I opened my mouth to object again, just as Sandra took my cock deep into her throat, her lips sliding smoothly down my hard shaft and her fingers fondling my balls as she engulfed me, and I groaned helplessly in pleasure. Her eyes rose to meet mine as she backed off, allowing my cock to slip from her mouth. She smiled up at me from her kneeling position.

"Senor Adam, you seem to be enjoying what we are doing - can you not just relax and let your lady watch us? I don't mind." She smiled at Kristi, who grinned back and winked at her.

I shook my head. "It's just weird. C'mon Kristi, join us and play a little at least. I want you with me, and you don't have to get laid if you really don't want to. Please?"

Kristi shrugged and rose to her feet, reaching to remove her cum-soaked bikini bottoms. I stopped her. "No, leave those on. There's something about that look I really like!"

Sandra had her mouth full again, of Ty's stiff member this time, but Ty laughed, and Kristi giggled. She put her hand on my lower back as she came closer, her eyes locked on Sandra's face as she sucked Ty. She turned and kissed me, a long, wet kiss which tasted of cum. "You're so strange sometimes! First you go all inhibited about me watching you, then you let your full kinkiness shine through by asking me to join you and keep my cum filled panties on. You're like a six foot stack of screaming neuroses!"

"I am not! And besides, I'm six foot three."

She laughed, as did Sandra and Ty. "Details! That's just more room for a couple of extra neuroses." She knelt next to Sandra and bent forward to lick Ty's balls. He groaned in pleasure as she did so, but her eyes never left my face. "Is this what you had in mind? Or more like this." She took Ty's cock, fresh from Sandra's lips and shining wet with her saliva, and ran her tongue over the swollen head. She continued to stare up into my eyes as she took him betwen her lips, just his shining purplish glans, her cheeks caving in as she sucked at it.

Slowly, ever so slowly, she allowed him to thrust into her mouth, his hard, curved shaft spreading her lips open as she took him more deeply into her mouth and throat, her eyes crinkling slightly in amusement as she watched the look on my face. This was not exactly what I'd had in mind, but she looked so damn hot with his cock in her mouth, those sweet lips I so loved to kiss sliding up and down his rigid cock. It was extremely erotic for me to watch her do this, plus it meant she wasn't sitting back and watching me!

Sandra bent and began to lick and suck at Ty's balls as Kristi blew him, soon sucking one dangling testicle into her mouth and gently tugging at it. Ty moaned and thrust spasmodically at Kristi, who took his thrusts, allowing him to push himself more deeply between her lips as she sucked him. Sandra had one fist wrapped around my cock, squeezing tightly as she masturbated me, her motions nearly synchronized with Ty's thrusts. This was far better for me, with everyone involved!

That thought gave me pause, wondering momentarily how I could feel it was better to have Kristi avidly performing oral sex on another man rather than remaining on the sidelines, but it was, so I let it go. When Sandra released Ty's nut, letting it slip wetly from her lips, I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, dimly aware that swapping spit with a woman that had just had another man's genitalia in her mouth should probably bother me, but no longer did. I figured that would probably make Kristi proud of me.

I bent and sucked Sandra's perfect brown nipples, so dark and erect, and she moaned and pressed against me as I nibred at her firm, rubbery nubs. She really did have a very nice body, dark and exotic, warm, responsive, and willing, and she smelled like heaven, all gardenias and female sex pheromones. I let my hand roam down her taut stomach to her ebony curls and between her legs, finding her molten hot and wet, slippery, needy, and her vagina seemed to suck at my finger when I slipped it into her.

I wanted her, my own body as needy as her's, and I guided her back, onto a chaise lounge, gently lowering her down and kneeling betweeen her legs, my cock thrusting out over her, between us. I pushed her legs up and back and she cooperated fully, opening herself to me and leaving me looking down at her parted sex, her moist black curls clinging to her vulva, her inner lips swollen and flushed with arousal, her clit jutting shiny and hard, the fluid secretions of her aroused sex - and possibly her earlier lovemaking - pooling slightly at her opening. I wanted to be in her, but I needed to taste her, so I did.

She tasted as exotic as she looked and smelled, of flowers and oils, of spices, and of sex; mostly of sex, of aroused female and possibly a little bit of aroused male, a slight, musky undertone of semen that reminded me that it's always a competition, always a challenge to be the superior, dominant male that gets to spread his seed, to impregnate the best females of the species, to have progeny and pass on your genes. To be the one that plants his seed the deepest; to come first in order to give your swimmers the best chance, or to come last in order to power the invading semen from the female's body and leave your own in it's place; to penetrate and fertilize the most females possible; to produce the most volume and most fertile semen to accomplish reproduction of your genes and not the other guy's. The biological imperative.

Of course, women are also engaged in this competition, the imperative slightly different, seeking the best physical specimen to man their offspring; the tallest, the broadest shoulders, the most healthy, the best hung, the youngest. I opened my eyes and glanced over at Kristi sucking Ty's cock - Ty's much younger cock - as I thought this, continuing to let my tongue provide Sandra's pleasure and read her sexual history as I did so.

I performed cunnilingus on her, feeling her body respond and riding the wave to her first small orgasm, while my mind worked on these thoughts. I don't think humans were ever meant to be a monogamous species, much as we might wish it so and as much heartache and many crimes of passion as that might avoid. Women want it all - the best provider, be it hunter/gatherer or CEO; the best physical specimen; the most passionate; the most dangerous and most able to survive and pass on these traits to high quality offspring. The female's investment of time and energy to birth and raise the young demands the best result.

Males, on the other hand, take the approach of throwing enough seed on the ground that surely some will germinate, grow, and survive. Our fifteen minute (or less!) investment of time and energy doesn't require every attempt to be golden, it merely requires that we make as many attempts as possible! Yet for both sexes it means the same thing; seek out and mate with more than one individual, the very best possible partners for women, the most possible females injected with semen for men.

I understood this, I'd always known and recognized this need. It's pretty widespread across most of the natural kingdom, and we primates are no exception. It helped me to apply this theory to where Kristi and I currently were and what was going on in our lives, but it also meant that since she was actively seeking other males she didn't always find me to be the most superior or most desirable male of the species!

I chuckled inwardly at this conceit as I continued to enjoy Sandra and the response of her body to my attention, these thoughts flitting throught my mind in a matter of seconds, on an entirely different plane than that portion which was engaged in this highly erotic activity with such a beautiful woman. I made a mental note to re-examine those ideas later, and maybe to talk to Ronnie and Kori about them as well.

Now, though, Kristi was sucking Ty's curved cock, which I knew she had loved and enjoyed the previous evening, Sandra was bucking her hips up and clasping my head to her crotch to keep my lips and tongue engaged at her pussy, and I needed desperately to slide my throbbing and swollen cock into something hot and wet. Soon. I raised up and positioned myself between Sandra's legs, using my right hand to slide the head of my cock up and down in her sopping pussy, wetting and lubricating it thoroughly in preparation for entering her. I lined myself up with her opening, feeling her heat and slippery flesh on my cock, and began to thrust into her, just as Kristi called out "No, wait!"

Welcome back Stormy, glad to hear that you had a nice Xmas vacation. Skiing out West is the best, I miss it. Thanks for the latest installment. Here's hoping for a happy and prosperous New Years for you and yours.

TrF2

Thanks TrF2, and likewise on the New Years wishes!
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Sandra, prepared for the feeling of me entering her, let out a small whimper which coincided with my own disappointed groan as I stopped and looked over at Kristi. "What now?"

She laughed, trying to soften it by saying she was sorry. It was not difficult to tell that she was far more amused by our frustration than she was apologetic.
"Really, I am sorry. I just thought maybe she'd like to let Ty go first, before you. You've always liked sloppy seconds, and you're bigger, so you should go last. And Sandra, have you ever fucked a guy with a cock like this?" She waggled Ty's sharply arching and extremely erect cock back and forth in her hand as she asked that question.

Sandra looked at Ty's equipment for a moment, considering, before slowly shaking her head no. "I have not. Does it feel different, inside?"

Kristi smiled at her. "You have no idea! Come on, you have to try this, I think you will find it to be, uhh, let's just say a unique experience."

Sandra disengaged herself from me, swinging her leg around and rising to her feet, using my shoulder to pull herself up. She crossed the short distance to Kristi and Ty, leaving me horny, erect and frustrated, and suddenly a spectator. She stretched up to kiss him briefly on the lips, taking his saliva-slick cock in her hand and slowly stroking his curved length as they both looked down at Kristi, still kneeling.

"You are so hard, and so soon after you just came! Not so big as Adam, perhaps, but this is very nice!" I was secretly pleased to see her glance regretfully in my direction before dropping to her knees alongside Kristi. They both lavished a little oral attention on Ty's cock for a moment before turning it into an intense kiss and tangling of tongues between the two of them, Kristi slowly reaching up to cup Sandra's breast and stroke her hard brown nipple as they kissed. When they broke they both looked a little startled at the sudden intensity of their actions, and I could tell that Kristi was once again aroused, despite her earlier claims of being finished. That kiss had clearly completed what the sensation of having Ty's hard cock and swollen testicles in her mouth had begun, leaving her wanting more. Sandra's hand between Kristi's trembling legs, stroking her used sex through her semen soaked suit, was undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire.

Their heads together, Sandra's gleaming black hair and Kristi's long, tousled blond locks made an incredibly beautiful contrast. Not for the last time I wished I had a camera!

Kristi suddenly grabbed Sandra's arm, pulling her hand tightly to her own pussy for a moment as she thrust her hips forward to meet Sandra's pressure, moaning loudly before pushing the other woman's hand away. "God! I need to stop, but I just can't seem to get enough! Here Ty, you lay down and let her straddle you."

Ty lay back on the lounge chair as Sandra stepped over him in a reverse cowgirl position. Kristi quickly corrected her. "No, you need to be facing him for it to work best!" She continued to coach, kneeling beside Ty and holding his penis erect as Sandra reversed herself and lowered herself onto him. Kristi guided him between Sandra's dark and swollen lips, finding her opening and letting gravity and the smaller, darker woman's arousal do the rest.

Ty groaned and Sandra cried out softly as he entered her, both of them fully immersed in the sensation of their bodies coming together, both needing what the other was offering. Kristi let her hand slip to Ty's swollen scrotum, squeezing and lifting his balls as Sandra sank down onto him. Ty's body gave an involuntary thrust into her, probably due to Kristi squeezing his balls, and Sandra gasped as her hand flew to her stomach, just above her pubic bone. "Ohhh! Oh my, oh yes, fuck me!"

Kristi giggled. "Told you! Feels pretty good, doesn't it?"

"Ohhh, si', very good, muy bueno, ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh!"

Her grunts of pleasure sped up as Ty thrust up into her, pounding her from below, and she soon reached a shattering orgasm, crying out and jamming herself down onto him. My cock throbbed and my balls ached watching them, and I felt a powerful tingle of extreme arousal rippling through my groin. She was wet and stretched open, her pink pussy tight around his hard shaft as she rode him, a trickle of her sexual juices glistening on his balls, and neither of them seemed to care in the least that I was staring at the joining of their bodies, watching from just a couple of feet away as they coupled so passionately.

I watched his curved cock disappear fully into her, again and again, his cock wet and slick as it slid in, her aroused body constantly replenishing it's own lubrication, her wet pink opening a tight ring around his shaft. I ached, I wanted to be in her, and I had a powerful urge to lean in and touch the small puckerd star of her asshole with my tongue, to thrust it into her as they fucked. It seemed to wink at me with each thrust, and I found myself drawing ever closer, until I rested my hand on the curve of her ass, my face less than a foot away, scenting her, feeling her body shudder through another orgasm as Kristi looked up at me in surprise.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "What are you planning to do, suck on his balls, or lick her little rosebud?"

"Uhhh, neither! Just looking!"

"Oh sure, and that's why you keep licking your lips!" She laughed. "Go ahead, either way, it's OK. I'm pretty sure they won't mind."

I made a conscious effort to not lick my lips. "I was just getting a close-up view is all. You know how I love to watch."

She reached up and stroked my face. "I do know that!" She ran her finger lightly over Sandra's tiny puckered opening, which clenched tightly shut with the touch. She prodded it gently with her fingertip, and Sandra groaned with pleasure. Kristi quickly looked around, spying what she needed under the nearby side table. She stretched over and grabbed the bottle of tanning lotion and popped it open, squirting a generous dollop into the groove between Sandra's tight little brown buttocks.

It looked like nothing so much as a large creamy load of semen as it began to ooze down toward Kristi's target, and she helped it along, coating her middle finger and slowly pushing it deep, then deeper, into Sandra's clutching anus. She cried out, something in Spanish that I didn't understand, but it was clearly a cry of pleasure. Kristi laughed delightedly and began to actively finger fuck the other woman's ass, her thrusting finger and Ty's trick cock soon causing another thunderous orgasm for Sandra, who was practically writhing with the intensity of her climaxes.

Kristi looked at me, her face intense, aroused, her eyes smoky, the way they get at times like this. Hell, what am I saying!? We'd never before had times like this, but you know what I mean! She was breathing heavily, her lips swollen and slightly parted. "She's squeezing my finger so tight, and I can feel his cock pushing inside of her! You need to feel this!"

So saying, Kristi slid her finger slowly out of Sandra's bum, hearing her gasp as she felt it slip from her, and I quickly reached to replace it with my own, wanting very much to touch, to be a part of the fun. I covered my middle finger with the white lotion and pressed it to her tight little pucker, palm up. Kristi grabbed my hand and turned it palm down so that I could bend my finger down inside of her - I should have thought of that - and I pushed into her, feeling her tight grip over my knuckle, and her heat, and yes, the hardness of Ty's cock through the tender membrane between rectum and vagina as he fucked her!

I began to slowly fuck her with my finger, longer and thicker than Kristi's, and Sandra responded by swearing and thrusting back onto my hand and Ty's cock. As I pushed my finger deep into her rectum, I became aware of the fact that Ty's balls crushed into the palm of my hand each time he thrust upwards, and I found myself squeezing his balls between my palm, thumb, and little finger as he pushed into her. He groaned in obvious pleasure at the sensation, his arousal overriding any other concern he might have had, and the truth was that feeling him fucking Sandra in this way was making me incredibly horny, like voyeurism to the tenth power!

I glanced at my rigid cock, noticing that I had a river of clear pre-cum trickling down my shaft. Kristi reached over and began to squeeze and stroke me with the same lotion-covered hand she had been using to explore inside of Sandra, and I quickly realized that only a few seconds of that would have me squirting all over anybody within range - which at the moment was all four of us!

I felt Sandra clamp onto my finger as she came yet again, then as her spasms subsided she gasped out "Fuck my ass, I need you to fuck my ass!"

I moved to comply, but she quickly corrected me. "No, not you, you are too large! Senor Ty, please, fuck my ass!" She slid off of him, my finger slipping out of her and leaving me in the suddenly awkward position of holding Ty's wet balls and stiff, slick cock in my hand! I jerked my arm away self-consciuosly, causing Kristi to let out a peal of laughter and a comment about guys being such cowards, as Sandra quickly reversed herself and lowered herself, now facing me, back to Ty's erection.

They had a little trouble lining up and I automatically reached to help, wanting desperately to see him enter her. Without thinking I grasped his cock and guided it to her tight little anus. The lotion and the fact that we had been fingering her helped, as did the fact that his cock was already slick with her juices, and as I held him to her we pushed the head of his cock past her tight resistance and she cried out as his cock, much longer and thicker than our fingers, sank into her depths!

Now, facing me, her used pussy was right there in my face, pink, wet, open and beautiful, her swollen breasts and hard erect nipples thrusting forward as he took her anally. I sucked on her left nipple, and felt her fingernails dig into my neck, demanding more. I kissed down her taut stomach, very aware of Kristi watching as she stroked my cock and mauled my heavy balls. The coarse curls of her pubic mound met my lips, and my tongue soon found her hard clit, its fleshy hood swollen and hot, and I tongued it savagely as she came, his cock plunging into her back door just inches from my chin. She leaned back over Ty to give me better access, and I quickly sucked her hard clit and swollen labia between my lips, tasting her arousal and feeling her lust, my heart pounding with arousal.

I grasped Kristi's hand and stopped her motion, just milliseconds before I would have cum, my cock bucking, aching, and leaking heavily. Kristi knew why I'd stopped her, of course, and she said "Fuck her Adam, stick your big cock in her pussy and fuck her, let her have two cocks in her at once. Do it for me!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Just watch."

"No, come on, help us! Squeeze my balls - or his!"

She laughed. "My old high school basketball coach always said I had good ballhandling s*******s!"

Momentarily wondering just which balls she'd handled for him, I stifled a laugh just as I heard Ty make a sound that was half-laugh, half-groan.

Kristi grabbed his balls, wet and heavy, and looked at me. "Do it, fuck her!"

So I did, I had to, far too aroused to think about it or stop myself, knowing I couldn't last inside of her for very long, I got between her legs, straddling Ty's legs, and thrust into her open wet heat, feeling her silky pussy accept my cock, feeling her squeeze me, feeling his hard cock inside of her thrusting against my own, only her thin flesh separating us. I felt her gasp and writhe between us, felt her orgasm rock through her, felt his hard cock thrusting, probing, felt my balls slapping against his and against the base of his rigid shaft below me, felt Kristi grasping my scrotum and his, squeezing our balls together, and then felt myself cum. Everything seemed to slow down, her cries of pleasure and his groans in slow speed, from far away, the first big rush of semen thundering down my shaft and into her, then another and another, each one a slow, distinct event all its own, like minutes passed between each gush when in reality it was less than seconds.

I flooded her, I came, Kristi squeezing my testicles as if wringing all the juice from them, my balls seeming to want to rush through my cock and into Sandra, and I felt my cum gushing out of her overfilled cunt as I continued to thrust, flowing thickly down over Ty's thrusting cock and balls, drenching him in semen, the three of us having our sex slam wetly together in a flood of pent up lust which Kristi rubbed all over us.

I felt Ty tense and start to cum, his cock bucking inside of her rectum and thrusting against mine as I pushed into her vagina. Sandra went totally tense, rigid, crying out "Madre de Dios!" as she shuddered and bucked between us before collapsing on top of Ty, totally limp, spent, maybe ***. I slipped out of her as she collapsed, and flopped onto the deck beside the chair, on my side, gasping for breath and waiting for the intense muscle contractions in my groin to let up, my cock still leaking white semen.

We were done, wrung out, possibly never needing to ever have sex again, all of us nearly ***. All, that is, except Kristi, who was left in a state of hyper-arousal, the voyeur/participant that had not gotten satisfaction from that intense three-way scene. She looked stunned, near frantic, desperately in need of release, and if I could have pulled her to me and buried my face in her cum-slick pussy I would have gladly done so, but at the moment I could neither move nor catch my breath.

She didn't wait for an invite, strippping off her semen soaked bikini and dropping it right in my face, the heat and scent of her and him, Juan, penetrating my numbed senses as she climbed onto the lounge and lowered her overheated pussy onto Ty's waiting lips. He grabbed her thighs, wrapping his arms around her legs and pulling her down, eating her, thrusting his tongue into her, burying his face in her wetness as Sandra lay limp on top of him.

He made her cum, my woman, then again, meeting her thrusts and her needs with his own desire, the desire to give her all she could take, using his tongue and lips to taste her and please her, to lick the traces of her earlier lovemaking from her overheated sex, to clean her, to show her he could give her the same pleasure I had thought he was ridiculing me for the night before. For that moment she was totally his, and I didn't care.

That's wrong. I cared, I just didn't mind, it didn't bother me. She was happy, in heaven, shuddering and moaning through intense and badly needed orgasms, and I was glad he could do that for her, because at that moment, when she needed me, I couldn't. I was unable, limp and exhausted. Sandra and I were done, useless, and Ty made my girl happy and whole for that moment, giving her what she wanted and needed.

When she was done, satiated, she collapsed on top of them, a big Ty/Sandra/Kristi sandwich with semen, saliva, and pussy juice as the condiments. I lay immobile, looking at them, bodies pressed together in a sea of cum and sweat. It was beautiful in its own way, and as I dully picked up Kristi's bikini bottom and rolled to my back, touching the wet semen in the crotch, holding it to my nose to sniff, I heard applause. I slowly raised my head and looked around.

It was the rest of them, Ronnie, Kori, Juan, Britt, Miguel, and Cody, all watching us, standing together out of my line of sight! I hadn't heard them arrive or been aware of their presence in any way, and didn't think the others had either. I wondered how long they had been watching us, what all they might have observed! I groaned as I levered myself weakly to my side and sat up, hiding the balled up cummy bikini in my palm. I could feel the wetness of Juan's semen on it, the scent still lingering in my nostrils.

Kori was naked (of course!), the rest of them at least partly dressed although Juan's robe hung open, his now surprisingly limp penis dangling thick and dark over his fat, oversexed ballsack. I was aware of my own nakedness as a result, of my limp but still swollen and cum-slathered cock laying on my leg for all to see. At least Ty, Kristi, and Sandra were all in the same state, each wearing more cum than I was!

I hoped the sexual flush I still had hid the fact that I was blushing. Miguel crossed to us, frowning.

"Did you fuck my wife to death? Honey, are you OK?"

She groaned and one hand moved, the first sign of life I'd seen since her final orgasm. He touched her. "Baby? Sandy, are you all right?"

She pushed weakly at him, still making no effort to rise from Ty's chest. "I'm fine. I'm wonderful. Leave me alone." Her voice sounded weak and thready.

Miguel laughed heartily, as did everyone else. "Ah yes, she's OK!" He rubbed his hands together. "Who wants takes?"

I rose shakily and asked for a water, to start. I saw Britt smiling at me, eyeing my worn out cock as I rose, then Kori came over and handed me a towel. We all gradually came back to life and dressed (or not, in the case of Kori and Kristi - Sandra fell arelax naked and cum-soaked on the lounge after Ty extricated himself from underneath her), and gathered at the bar. I found out later that Kristi had seen them there, watching, had known we had an audience for much of our lovemaking, but had said nothing because she was afraid I'd freak out.

She was probably right. Sometimes she really does seem to know what's best for me!

Stormy

A wonderful thing you did again. Double penetration! And how sweeeet the developments were all around it. Even Adam touching Ty was an interesting read, contrary to what I'd have expected for I'm by no means gay or bi. I am sure this is a scene for women! A former girlfriend of mine used to get hot on the theme of two guys touching each other.

Happy 2010 to you, my sincere thanks to you for entertaining during last year. As many others I very much look forward to what miracles you will create in 2010. Take care!

Cliffa
Cliffa

Well Stormy, I guess that makes it a happy new year already. Welcome back, I wonder how many times you polished that little scene. It came out really well, as Cliffa says, sexy without being in any way gay. I suppose if you close your eyes, an orgasm is an orgasm whichever way you get it but somehow, I've wanted to cross that line and I think I'm not alone, if maybe a bit reserved. Good start, but a hell of a standard to maintain for a year !!

Stormy, that was intense. Very good job.

Hey, is that a jeep I hear in the distance? Who could that be?

TrF2

Hi Cliffa, and thanks, Happy New Year to you as well. You're right, I don't think Adam has any strong interest in anything overtly gay - he's just trying to learn to go with the flow and follow that old 60's adage: If it feels good, do it!

peak, it is odd how resistant guys usually are to that type of stuff, even when we might admit that the curiosity is there. As is so often the case, I think women tend to handle these things in a more mature fashion. More adventurous? Not necessarily. Less afraid of offense or damaged pride is more likely.
Adam is trying to ever so slowly move to a more open attitude - because he knows Kristi wants him to. Can he learn to relax and enjoy it?

Thanks TrF2. Ah yes, the Jeep! Is it Tiffany you want to see re-enter the scene, or could you have some other motive for that reminder? Hmmm?
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In getting dressed I had looked around for the clothes I had removed when the everything got started, but had found only my shirt. It shouldn't have been hard to find my trunks, considering the gaudy colors, but having been unable to do so, I had settled for my Hawaiian shirt and a towel wrapped around my waist and tucked, island style. Not too bad - except that the towel I'd been handed by Kori was an awful rosy-pink color with lace trim.

Most of the others had gathered near the bar area - Sandra still dozing on the lounge where we'd worn her out, curled up in almost a *** position and breathing deep and regular - and giving up on finding my trunks I moved to join the rest. Ty was leaning over the bar, resting on his elbows, and he saw me coming. I recognized by the look in his eyes that he'd be unable to resist, and I was right.

He straightened up, laughing. "You know, some guys would be hesitant to wear either pink or lace. Both together makes a very bold statement, although I think a less-busy top, maybe something low-cut, would make for a more elegant presentation."

Everyone laughed, and I chuckled ruefully. I knew I was a total fashion plate, and trust Ty to point it out. I shook my head at him. "I couldn't find my trunks, OK? Cody is right, you do tend to shoot from the lip. Did you get beat up a lot, as a kid?"

He grinned good-naturedly. "I still do - but only by guys that can run faster than me!" He stepped from behind the bar. "These wouldn't be your's by any chance, would they?"

He was wearing my trunks! "Hey, no wonder I couldn't find 'em! Why don't you wear your own damn pants and give me mine back?"

He shook his head. "Couldn't find my pants, but you probably wouldn't want these right now, I didn't really get a chance to clean up, and they're kinda wet and sticky inside. Of course, that's mostly your fault. Besides, I need these worse than you do."

He was right - I decided maybe I didn't need them as badly as I'd thought. I wondered if we'd be finding various articles of miscellaneous clothing brownietered about the boat for the rest of the trip. "How do you figure you need my pants?"

Britt was standing at my side, and she answered, putting her hand lightly on my lower back. "That's easy sweetie! Pants are very secure, while towels can easily fall off" as she said that she jerked the towel from around my waist and tossed it to Kori, who caught it, laughing "and you can walk around naked a lot more proudly than Ty can!"

They all had another good laugh at my expense - apparently it was pick on Adam day, though I'd failed to note it on my calendar - as I groped around, blushing, for something to cover up with.

Ty thought this was hilarious, him being the cause of my embarrassment, and he concurred with Britt. "That's for sure! When I'm not hard, I've got nuthin', while you still look like some bull elephant, swinging his trunk in front of him!" He did a mock elephant trumpeting sound, using the requisite forearm and hand raised in front of his face for effect. Cute.

Ronnie shook his head. "Yeah, you know, it's just not right! You look at him, or Juan, or even Miguel and Cody, and all you ladies would vote to have these hung guys march around here with their doo-dads flopping around in the open all day, but me and Ty, with normal human-sized dicks, you could care less."

Kori stepped to his shoulder and leaned her head against his chest. "Honey, that's just not true! Ty has a really nice cock, it just shrivels up tiny when he's not using it!"

Ronnie snorted. "Oh, thanks dear, I feel much better now!"

Kori and Kristi both giggled, as did Britt. The guys looked uncertain whether to laugh or not, until Kori kissed Ron. "I'm just teasing you dear, you know that. Besides, you know what they say: Good things come with small packages!"

Ron shook his head. "Pretty sure that's not an exact quote, sweetness, but I appreciate the thought. Besides, you seemed to think it was plenty big and hard a little while ago." He looked at me. "Adam, for my sake, cover yourself would you?"

I wondered what "little while ago" he was referring to, and what he and Kori had been doing, making a mental note to ask K. She'd tell me, probably far more that I wanted to know. I moved to meet Ronnie's request by retrieving my towel from where Kori had folded it over the back of one of the bar stools, but Kristi stopped me.

"Wait a sec Adam, I think we should do what Ronnie suggested!"

I looked at her. "What do you mean?"

"We should vote, like he said. Us girls should vote whether you guys get to wear pants or not!"

"Uh, I don't think so!" I grabbed the towel, but she quickly grabbed the other end of it, laughing.

"Oh come on Adam, be a sport. What do you say, girls?"

Britt piped up first. "I say, down with pants!" Kori quickly agreed. "You know me, I'm in favor of declaring this boat a free-dangle zone. And I'm sure Sandra votes the same."

Cody sided with me. "You can't vote for her, she's ***. And you don't have her proxy, as far as I know. Besides, if you can vote for us to strip, we can vote for the same for you."

Kori objected. "That wouldn't be fair, there's six of you and only four of us!"

Kristi hit her with the obvious only seconds before I would have. "Kori, sweetie, have you forgotten that me and you couldn't get a lot more naked than we are?"

Kori looked baffled for a second, glancing down at her own nudity, then looked chagrined. "Oh yeah! I kind of forgot that!"

Her expression set everyone off into gales of laughter, nobody more so than Ronnie. "That's my wife - more comfortable naked than she is in clothes. Seriously though - and for obvious reamisters - I vote to keep my pants on. How about you guys?"

Ty said "Pants, even if they're not mine." Cody voted pants, and I quickly agreed. "Pants. Or at least my pretty towel, and no grabbing it from me!"

Miguel went with us. "Pants for me, although if my Sandy were awake she would make me vote the other way." We all turned to look at Juan, sitting with his robe wide open, legs spread apart, and his meaty package fully exposed. He didn't look like a sure thing for our side by any means.

He shrugged. He understood English better than he spoke it, and had the gist of the debate well in hand. "For me, is no matter. If the senoritas like to see, ahhh, Juan's manhood, is no problem, for me, you see." He cupped himself with his right hand, lifting his cock and balls before wrapping his fingers around his thick shaft. He began to slowly stroke himself, sliding his thick foreskin back and forth over his glans, his own fingers not quite closing around his girth. "The senoritas, your ladies, I think they like it more, better how you say when little Juan stand up for them, no? Better, no pants, yes?"

Kristi was closest to him, and she put one arm around his shoulders where he sat, her other hand dropping to his lap to take over the stroking of his lengthening cock. "Mmmm, definitely better no pants yes, for Juan and not-so-little Juan, and that makes the vote five to five. What do we do for a tiebreaker?"

I couldn't take my eyes off her hand, wrapped around his very thick penis as she slowly stroked him. Her fingers failed to meet by over an inch, which made him maybe slightly thicker than I am at the very base of my cock, but his cock was that thick for its entire length! He was not as long as me, by probably nearly two inches, but he still possessed a massively thick and heavy hunk of meat which, at the moment, seemed to be keeping Kristi quite happily occupied. I knew, from comments she'd made in the past, that she would be loving the feel of his soft and silky foreskin moving in her hand. I couldn't offer her that.

The discussion of how to end the tie went around the group, with me remaining mute as I watched Kristi idly masturbate Juan's now extremely rigid member as she argued her case. She ultimately wound up sitting naked on his lap, crossways, rubbing his thick cock against the outside of her thigh as she fondled him. He seemed totally at ease with it, an erect and exposed cock seeming to be his most natural state, and Kristi seemed focused on her discussion, his throbbing cock in her hand a mere afterthought.

I caught her glancing at me a few times though, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth when she found me staring at her hand, on him. I knew exactly what she was doing to me, as did she, and I also knew it would be turning her on immensely. I wondered if she would get so aroused that she would actually mount him, knowing he'd be happy to oblige, part of me wishing she would but an even bigger part praying she wouldn't. The part of me that hoped she would began to swell and stiffen, much to my amazement, but I stayed facing the bar, the edge of it to my stomach, so nobody could see. I had my towel in hand at this point, but a towel would not hide what she was doing to me.

I looked around and saw Kori looking over toward Sandra, still relaxing off her orgiastic adventures on the lounge chair. It didn't look like she had budged. Kori caught Kristi's eye, and a wordless communication passed between them. They've been able to do that, those two, since very shortly after I first introduced them.

They'd hit it off quickly, become fast friends, and seemed to be on the same wavelength since the beginning. This soundless communication they've developed can be a little disconcerting at times, such as when they automatically agree on something without ever talking about it, or when they will glance at each other and then both tie into me and/or Ronnie over something nobody has even mentioned, or when suddenly both of them will rise to their feet and leave the room without making a sound, off on some unspoken common mission.

That's what happened now, as Kori stepped away from the bar and headed over to Sandra's spot on the lounge and Kristi released Juan's massive aroused cock and slid off his lap, following Kori. Juan seemed to take it in stride, sitting there calmly with his hefty balls hanging over the edge of his chair and his cock pointing skywards, thick and dark, his foreskin half covering its swollen, glistening head. He caught me looking at it, and grinned, as though knowing my thoughts about Kristi and him. I quickly looked away.

The two girls stopped next to Sandra, looking down at her. I was curious what had prompted them to go to her, so I also stepped away and nearer to them, my semi-hardness forgotten until Britt touched me, taking the head of my cock in her hand and stopping me in my tracks. She spoke very softly to me. "Amazing! You really like seeing her be bad, don't you? It really turns you on!"

I glanced around. The others were all watching Kori and Kristi, curious, like me, about what they were doing. Except for Juan, who was looking at us, still fully engorged, still not at all self-conscious about that. I looked down at Britt. "Apparently I do. I can't seem to help it or control myself."

She smiled. "I wish my husband could be more like you. I'd love to have him come along and let me tease and torment him! Too bad you're already taken, we could have some fun together."

I leaned down and kissed her. "Britt, we've already had some fun together."

She laughed. "True, very true. I meant a different kind of fun though. I could really put you through some cuckold paces, although you're a little atypical of the stereotype cuckold. Usually the really hung guys have to play the other role, don't they?"

"Psshh! How would I know? I'm a rank amateur at this - can't you tell?"

She shook her head. "You're way more advanced than my hubby! Of course, he's not well hung, not particularly good in the sack, not very adventurous or amorous, not a strong manly type - but he is a good provider, and I get to go play with guys like you and Juan when I want to, so it's not all bad."

I looked at her. "Have you ever told him what you do? What you would like him to do?"

She was aghast. "Oh no, he'd be shocked!"

"I'm not so sure, Britt. I mean, look at you! You're a sex machine, designed for this lifestyle, and surely he knows that! From what you've said he's got to know you need more that he can provide you with. He may be more aware of what you do than you think. You might be surprised."

She looked dubious. "You really think so?"

"Absolutely! I mean, you say he's smart, so give him a little credit! Does he ever have sex with you after you've been out with another guy?"

She thought for a moment. "I don't do that very much around home, but whenever I do he invariably picks that night to decide he's horny and wants me to fulfill my wifely duties. I figured just luck of the draw."

I laughed. "No way! He knows Britt - the whole idea of you out getting plowed by some stud has him frantic horny by the time you get home. Does he go down on you?"

"Always on those nights, always. He's actually pretty good at that, and oh so enthusiastic!" She laughed.

"Well then he surely knows, if you're full of semen!"

She shook her head. "No, I always use condoms around home, I figured he'd find out otherwise, with the smell and all."

I looked at her. "Don't next time. Go home freshly fucked and full, see what he does. Either way, if he suspects and still goes all oral on you anyhow, he's probably ready to take the next step."

She looked shocked. "You're crazy! There's no way I can do that! What if you're wrong and he doesn't know, he'd be so furious. He'd probably ******* me, or at least divorce me."

"Possibly. I'm new to all this, so I probably am not the best one to give advice." I shrugged. "And you're probably right, you know best. He doesn't strike me as the ***ing type from what you've said, but I don't want to be responsible for your divorce." I paused, debating how much more to say. "I'm just thinking of a guy that lives across the street from me that sounds a lot like your husband, and he and his wife Sue share a lifestyle - mostly fantasies, I guess - like you're talking about. He's a little under-endowed, very submissive, likes to be humiliated - gently - and the idea of seeing his wife with other guys. Huge thrill for them both, apparently. But they talk and tease each other about it, very open. They discussed it. I just hate to see you left wanting more and lying to him if you might open a whole new door just by feeling him out about it a little. You never know."

She laughed. "And let me guess - you'd be right there to be the other guy and fuck me senseless while he watches us, right?"

I held up my hands, backing away. "Oh no! God no, I'm in way over my head already, but I'm pretty sure you can line up a lot of volunteers for that role. How about him?" I nodded my head in Juan's direction.

He saw and smiled, nodding back, his rampant cock still waiting rigidly for someone to come and offer it some relief. How the fuck does he do that??

I had become uncomfortable with this topic, ready to move on. I already felt guilty about Rain and Morgan's break-up, unable to escape the feeling that I had contributed to it in a significant way, and now I was flapping my gums to Britt like some damn expert on the topic. Which I most assuredly am not!

I had never before felt responsible for screwing up anyone's marriage except my own, which was bad enough, but now suddenly I seemed to have made a hobby of it! Unfortunately, Britt was not yet ready to drop the subject. "How would I go about talking to him about it? It's not like I can just say to him "How about I bring home some hung stud Friday night and you can watch us screw?" She giggled at that image.

I looked past her for a moment, trying to figure out how to turn the dial back the other way. Beyond her, Kori had knelt down next to Sandra and was gently brushing her hair back from her face, speaking very softly to her, while Kristi stood next to her, bent forward with her hands on her knees as she leaned over them, concerned. The pose of the three beautiful naked women, positioned as they were, just begged to be photographed, but I had no camera. I can still see it though, to this day.

Their concern for Sandra was clear, but she stirred, then turned and said something to them, smiling weakly at Kori, before closing her eyes and curling into an even tighter little ball. Kristi stepped away and got a big, thick beach towel and spread it over the exhausted woman, and they turned away, smiling and chatting to each other.

I looked back to Britt to find her waiting expectantly, like I was the font of all knowledge or something! I shook my head. "Britt, I don't know! Please just forget everything I said - following my advice can almost always be considered a very bad idea."

She laughed. "OK then, don't give me advice. Just tell me how you and Kristi got to where you are. Did you talk her into it, or was it the other way around?"

"You don't want to follow our path. It's been kind of a rocky and painful road, at times."

She shrugged. "And yet here you are, and still together - and I can tell you two really love each other."

She had a point, a valid point, and she was right. We definitely must love each other to get through what we had experienced. "OK, I'll tell you about us, but please take everything I say with a grain of salt. And the cardinal rule is stop lying and cheating, stop hiding what you're doing, be honest with each other. The lies are what nearly destroyed me and Kristi."

She waited expectantly.

"OK, that's the hard part. Beyond that, Kristi told me one time about a former lover, what they did together. I got pretty turned on - weird, I know - but the more detail she went into, the harder I got, and pretty soon we were screwing each other's brains out, just total, crazy, sweaty, mind-blowing natural sex. It was great!"

She laughed at my enthusiasm. "Well, that part's easy at least! He asked me to tell him once about a guy I, uh, dated in college, and when I got a little graphic he reacted just like you. Well, except he lost control and came in his pants, which would have been all right except we were on our way to meet my parents for dinner." She laughed again. "He ended up going to dinner commando style, and somewhere in St. Louis there's an old stiff pair of tighty whities by the roadside."

I frowned. "Why didn't he just put them under the seat, or in the glove box until you got home?"

She looked at me. "That's an odd question. I think he was humiliated, mad at himself for being so premature. We hadn't been dating all that long, and we were in my car, he was the passenger. I think he tossed them out in a fit of embarrassment and anger at himself. I thought it was really funny."

"Did you laugh at him?"

"Yes, of course. It was funny, I couldn't help it!"

I shook my head. "And yet he married you anyway. I think you may have no problem converting him to be your willing cuckold, or whatever you want to call it. But again, bear in mind that I probably don't know what I'm talking about." I paused, and should have been smart enough to quit there, but I wasn't. "If you're going to try, start slow, with more stories. Make them up if you need to, or at least tell him at first that whatever you tell him is made up - that leaves you a clear exit strategy. What you do from there depends on his reaction. You're smart, you'll figure it out."

She thought for a moment. "Do you really think I should do it?"

"Now that's entirely your decision! All I know is that sneaking around and lying is setting you both up for a fall. I don't know much, but I can speak to that with some authority. Anyhow, whatever you decide to do, good luck!"

I saw Kristi and Kori again approaching Sandra, acting like they intended to lady-hen her to death. This time Miguel was following them, take in hand, going to check on his wife. Of course, his concern for her didn't keep him from locking his eyes on the tight little derrieres of Ron's wife and my fiancee as he strolled across. My curiosity piqued, I started in that direction as well.

Britt stopped me. "Thanks Adam, I really enjoyed talking to you. I've got a lot to think about." She gave me a long, deep kiss, and one of those full-body hugs that Kori does so well. Except Britt's huge breasts left an impression on me that Kori's couldn't match, despite their loveliness. That made me think of something.

"Your baby, Britt - is it your husband's young?"

She actually looked slightly sheepish, and blushed lightly. "Yeah. At least I'm like ninetynine percent sure. At that point in my life, if she wasn't, she probably would probably have been black."

I looked at her, truly shocked. She apparently was not kidding. She caught my look, and raised her eyebrows at me. "What? I was in my black phase! I was searchng for that perfect big black cock - I didn't know there were white boys like you packing serious meat!" She reached down and took me in hand, laughing as she said that. Until that moment I'd completely forgotten my own nudity, so engrossed was I in talking to her! Laughing with her, I gently removed her hand before she could start anything serious.

"Circles in circles Britt, tangled web, whatever you want to call it. I have a hunch we could talk daily and you'd surprise me every day. Your hubby has no idea what's about to hit him." I wandered away, wrapping my lovely pink towel around me, an image of big-breasted Britt with her almost white hair with some big black stud filling her full of his thick dark meat flickering through my mind. There should be a video available of that!

I crossed to where Kristi and Kori hovered over Sandra. They had brought a couple of warm wet washcloths and a towel, and they uncovered her. I realized they were going to help her clean up - and she needed it! She was still curled tightly in a *** position, her back toward us. From where I stood I could see the backs of her thighs and her bottom, her tight little pussy with its trim black curls peeking at me from the juncture of thighs and bottom.

She looked used, cum-covered, a long trail of whitish fluid leaking slowly from her and trickling down across the back of her thigh, pooling against her leg on the lounge cushion. Her pubic hair was matted and sticky, globs of semen visibly tangling her short curls, and her pink inner lips puckered out just slightly past the sticky mess, wet, soft, and beautiful.

The cum running from her pussy was mine, of course, and her tight little anus, which Ty had so eagerly invaded, looked red and wet, slippery. Inviting.

Kori began to wipe the streaks and rivulets of semen off Sandra's little brown bottom, looking up at me reproachfully. "You and Ty should be ashamed, leaving this poor girl such a worn out mess! You should be the ones cleaning her up!"

I shrugged. "OK, sure. I don't mind."

Kristi smacked my leg, laughing. "You're way too eager! You want to do it without the wash cloths, don't you?"

Truth was, the idea made my mouth water. I wondered if she was capable of cumming any more today - or even of regaining consciousness.

Kristi pushed me back. "You just go away! The last thing she needs right now is any more sex - of any variety! You know what she said to us a little while ago?"

I shook my head. "I saw you talking to her, but no. What did she say?"

Kristi looked up at me. "All she said was 'la petite morte', then she went back to relax."

I frowned. "That sounds like French. Let's see - the little... dying? dead? death? She speaks French, too? What did she mean?"

Kori nodded. "It's 'the little death', and you don't have to speak French to know it. It means an orgasm so good you feel like you've died, or maybe you pass out. That's what you guys did to her - not that she seemed at all unhappy about that!"

Now they were both looking at me, both as if I'd *******ed their puppy or something. "Hey, we were just trying to make her happy and she seemed to be enjoying it. Besides babe, you were the one that pushed me into it!"

Kristi snorted. "Yeah, you were really kicking and screaming as I dragged you over here, you did your best to get away."

Miguel laughed at my discomfiture. "Somehow the fact that I may never be enough to satisfy my wife again is OK, as long as I get to see these two tear you limb from limb!"

Kori laughed. "Hey, we're just mad because he never fucked either of us into ***ness! Maybe we'd like to try a little of that petite morte ourselves, but does he look after those closest to him first? Noooo, of course not!"

Kristi was laughing too, so I played along. "Hey, to be fair, Ty helped! It's not like I did this single-handedly. Or even single-dickedly, as the case may be. Maybe he and I just need to work our magic on you two - not at the same time, of course, we're only mere men."

Miguel laughed again, clapping me on the shoulder. "Ah senor, it looks like you will have your work cut out for you!" He looked over the two gorgeous naked girls that were tending to his wife. "And what a mean and odious chore that promises to be, eh?"

Awesome stuff Stormy, I so look forward to each new episode. Your writing is like a fine bottle of wine, it just gets better with age. Thank you so much for churning out these last few episodes, they were excellent. I just went back and checked, you started this story in July of 2008, you deserve some kind of an award for entertaining all of us for such an extended period of time. My heartfelt thanks go out to you. I have to be honest, I don't ever want this story to end, but I know that's being totally selfish and inconsiderate. We'll take whatever you can give us.

As for my comment about the Jeep, I was just messin' with you, plus I think it's premature. If I remember, I think Tiff was supposed to show up in the middle of the week, and to be honest, I can't remember what day it is on the love boat, but I'm thinking Tiff may still be a few days out. How many more rounds does Miguel have left in that cock of his, can he screw all the remaining women into a coma to go along with his wife? That exchange between Adam and Britt was brilliant.

Thanks,

TrF2

Thanks TrF2. I'm not sure you should have reminded me that this has been going for a year and a half already. I should probably find something productive to do with that time - but then, hobbies are fun too!

I'm not exactly sure where I might end this story, I can see a point coming up, maybe relatively soon, where I could do so fairly easily. Maybe I'll put it to a vote at that time, since I'm still enjoying writing it regardless. Or maybe I'll sink the boat in the next episode and drown all of them. Naaahh, way too apocalyptic!

And I was just jabbing you back about that pending Jeep arrival - I think I know what you're hoping for! It is still just a little premature though, as you say.

If you try to sink the boat, we will call the river patrol to save them. I just called the Marshal service to place someone on board to watch and prevent any terrorist action and the Dam is been patroled to avoid damage.

You don't have to like us, we are like family and stuck with us. As long as you write we will follow you. Hard to find such a vivid and erotic description any place else.

Thanks for your time and effort
contdoc

Hey cd, loved the comment about being stuck with you - like family. Very funny! You're welcome, by the way, and I guess I won't sink them just yet!
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I shook my head in mock resignation. "Yeah, I know - fate worse than death! But sometimes one just has to step up and go above and beyond the call of duty."

Miguel chuckled. "You are so very noble! Well, I suppose it is time for me to collect my worn out wife, my horny brother, and the ever-lovely Senora Britt and return to our own boat so that you fine people can get on with your day."

He approached Sandra and the two women that were still fussing over her. They had rolled her onto her back, still apparently without fully waking her, and were gently cleaning between her legs - much as you would with a baby - except this was way more fun to watch!

Kori stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. "She's really worn out Miguel, why don't you leave her be for awhile. We're almost done, then she can relax a little longer. I don't think we're in any big hurry to go anywhere, are we guys?"

Kristi shook her head no, and I shrugged. "Last I heard Cody and Ty were going to fire up their boat and we were going to do a little skiing. No reamister we can't do that from right here. The girls are right, let her rest, I think she needs it. Come have another take." We turned toward the bar, and I was about to ask him if any of them water skied, when we heard a low moan.

We turned back to see Kristi ever so gently cleaning Sandra's used sex with a warm washcloth, wiping the spilled semen from her, not really sure where the sound had come from until we saw the small, relaxing woman's hips moving, responding to Kristi's touch! She moaned again, soft and low as her hips pushed up, thrusting her pussy into Kristi's hand, her legs opening more widely as she unknowingly invited further caresses.

Kristi turned and stared up at us, her mouth open, the expression on her face shocked, but comical. "I thought she was basically ***, or at least arelax! I can't believe she's getting off on this!"

Kori smiled. "I think she is arelax, but if so she's having a really good dream. Don't stop!"

Miguel chuckled ruefully. "Now you see how it is, why I have invited other men into our marriage. My little wife is so sweet, so demure and proper at all times - until you get her started. Then, as you see, the fire cannot be extinguished. She sometimes demands more than one man can possibly provide."

Kristi set aside the washcloth and reached back, touching Sandra with just her fingertips, sliding them gently between her slippery, swollen outer lips and finding Sandra's clit. The effect was dramatic and instantaneous, her hips thrusting into the touch as her legs opened, her left hand flying to her mouth where she bit on her own knuckles, moaning more loudly.

Kristi breathed "Fuck! She's going to cum again! I'd have bet a thousand dollars she was done for the day. Amazing!"

Kristi continued to gently touch her, Kori leaning over to softly stroke and pinch the aroused woman's erect brown nipples before lowering her face to Sandra's breast, first nuzzling and then sucking on one of them. I couldn't fault her there; they were nearly irresistably suckable!

Miguel shook his head as he watched. "All this time I have had to watch her taken by other men, when women would have worked just as well! Why do I find this out only now, after my manhood, my masculinity you would say, has been so badly bruised?"

I gave him a sidelong glance. He was grinning as he said it, and I realized he was kidding. Clearly he had no problem with his wife taking on other men - but just as clearly he found this an arousing change of pace, his hand down the front of his shorts as he watched. I had grown hard as well, the front of my towel bulging out over my trapped and downward-pointing erection.

I was not aware that the others had taken an interest in the happenings around Sandra until I felt a hand touch the small of my back and heard Britt's voice. "Well well! And you were going to just let us sit over there and miss all this!

I glanced around. Ty and Cody had wandered over and stood near Miguel, looking down at the sexually taboo tableau unfolding before them. Ronnie stood just off my other shoulder, watching his wife suck at Sandra's beautiful breasts. Juan was next to Britt, hands on his hips, his thick cock thrusting out at an angle maybe ten degrees off the vertical. I thought to myself that perhaps Britt had missed a golden opportunity, with the four men all to herself while we had been preoccupied over here. She held out an ice-filled Bloody Mary, waiting for me to take it.

I raised my eyebrows. I hadn't asked for another one. She smiled. "Ron said he knew you'd want it. So tell me, do your girls play these little lesbian games a lot?"

She had addressed the question to both Ronnie and I, and as I took the icy take from her an image of Kristi kissing Rain, and another of her tasting the milk from Britt's own nipples flashed through my mind. Ronnie answered her first. "Just a little touching and play to tease me sometimes is all that Kori does. I never thought she was much into that. Guess I coulda been wrong!"

I agreed. "Likewise - although I know she sucked on your tit a little." Britt laughed as I went on. "I thought that was just curiosity - you know, about the whole lactating thing."

Britt laughed again. "It always starts with curiosity, doesn't it? I think maybe this time they're more serious."

As if to prove Britt's psychic abilities, Kristi suddenly upped the ante, kneeling beside the lounge chair and dropping between Sandra's widespread legs, wrapping an arm around each thigh as she lowered her face to her moist dark curls. Kristi's own ass was sticking up in the air, her pussy open and wet for all to see, her clit erect, her arousal readily apparent. She gently kissed Sandra's sex, just at the front of her wet cleft on her soft pubic pad, nuzzling her dark, damp hair. Sandra has a beautiful pussy, her olive skin and closely cropped black thatch framing a pink, moist, and open groove, dark crinkly inner lips puffy, her hard little clit thrusting proudly from beneath it's cover. I envied Kristi as I saw her tongue flick out, touching the puckered fleshy hood over Sandra's hard clit, softly teasing. Moving lower, she licked gently at the dark, wet labia in front of her, parting the lips slightly with her tongue before letting it slip just slightly into Sandra's wet opening.

She withdrew her tongue after a few seconds and closed her mouth, as though tasting, considering. Apparently she found the taste of the smaller, darker woman to be satisfactory, because all restraint fell away as she dove in, sladying the woman's aroused pussy with her lips and tongue, devouring her horny snatch.

Sandra let out a loud cry, probably loud enough to be heard on the last remaining boat across the way, and grabbed the heads of the two women that were assaulting her, tangling her hands in their hair as she clutched them both to her, Kori's shorter darker hair at her breasts and Kristi's long tawny locks spread across her belly and thighs. Kristi's hair now masked any visible evidence of just what she was doing, but there really could be no doubt, Sandra's cries and writhing body announcing just what was being done to her.

I glanced at Ronnie to see how he was taking this. I was extremely horny, but wasn't really sure how I should react, and I guess I hoped I could draw some guidance from him, since Kori was also involved.

He looked at me at that same moment. "Holy cuckolds brownie! Where did all this come from? Damn, look at Kristi - she's so wet she's practically dripping, she's so turned on! I'll bet Kori's the same way!"

I glanced around at the enthralled faces. "Fuck man, we all are! Well, you know what I mean, not wet, but..." I didn't know what else to say, I just wanted to watch.

Juan had other ideas besides just watching, and he dropped to his knees behind Kristi, lining up his thick, rock-hard cock with her aroused pussy, sliding his swollen purple head up and down in her slick groove, lubricating himself as he prepared to enter her. My heart skipped a few beats, partly in extreme arousal (OK, mostly), and partly in jealousy and offense. There was no reamister I couldn't have done what he was doing, except he'd thought and acted more quickly, more opportunistically. More aggressively. He had already taken her once today, that should have been enough; plus, I hadn't had to watch that time, as I did now.

He began to push into her, his dark foreskin pushing back as the head of his cock parted her and moved into her, stretching her open, and all my muscles seemed to seize up as I watched, helplessly. Suddenly Kristi reached back with one hand, pushing and slapping at him! She raised her head from Sandra's steaming cunt just long enough to say one word, "NO!", and then went back to pleasuring the younger woman.

Juan pulled back and out of her immediately, to his credit, and raised his hands in surrender, showing his white teeth in a disarming grin. I felt my muscles relax, although my pulse continued to pound at the base of my cock. As he rose again to his feet I noticed that the first three to four inches of his stiff cock were wet and slick, evidence of how far he had entered Kristi's body before she had waved him off. He made no effort to hide that fact, or to dry himself.

Permisterally, I was more than a little amazed that Kristi hadn't just thrust herself back onto him; it was what I had been expecting her to do, the reaction I would have predicted. Apparently she wanted to focus all of her attention on eating Sandra's pussy and had no desire for the distraction of a hard penis at that moment. I don't even think she had any idea who had been behind her, and inside of her, unless she could tell by the size of his cock. She probably knew it wasn't Ronnie, but beyond that...

Sandra came then, loud and hard, as Kristi lapped at her, licking and sucking her pussy, no doubt teasing her hard clit. She thrust herself into Kristi's face even as she kept a death grip in the long blonde hair, her orgasm giving her a momentary strength that trapped the stronger Kristi between her legs, her mouth pinned to Sandra's spasming sex. I heard Kristi's muffled moan and saw her pussy - which had been left spread slightly open by Juan's brief invasion - squeeze suddenly closed as her own sexual muscles contracted. I was pretty sure she had cum too, her spontaneous orgasm triggered by the intensity of Sandra's. Kristi confirmed later that I was correct.

Cody, overcome by the scene, stepped quickly to Kori and whispered something in her ear. I heard her answer yes, and he was suddenly behind her, entering her, thrusting deep, and in about ten thrusts (it may have been less, who knows - it was a matter of seconds) she cried out in ecstasy and he groaned, emptying his aroused testes into her, deep inside, holding his stomach to her ass as he pumped and spurted, both of them achieving the end they needed so badly. I heard Ronnie's aroused groan as he watched Cody fill Kori with his seed and saw his wife cum.

Four of us had managed powerful orgasms, had spent their arousal, had achieved some satisfaction. Sandra was again gone from our world, for now taking Kristi, Kori, and Cody with her. The rest of us, the remaining six, were in a state of near hyper-arousal, incredibly turned on by the sights, sounds, and smells of what we had just been a part of. The only problem with that was that Britt was the lone remaining unsatiated female amidst a sea of rampant erections, none of them on openly gay or bi- men, and as we all eyed her I saw the same thought cross her mind. She looked a little stunned, but then two wet spots suddenly appeared and spread on the front of her bikini bra, and I realized she didn't find the idea entirely repulsive.