by Kot, Eleyne
When I recover, I’m lying on my back with my legs up on his shoulders. He’s not fucking me yet, just looking at me.
“I’ve never had a gal who faints when she is coming,” he comments and enters me again, this time in my pussy. I cry aloud when his body presses down on me, pinning me to the carpet. He’s dick is screwing me mercilessly, making me fly even higher than before. He’s grunting in his pleasure. Pearls of sweat cover his body and I lift my head up to lick them off, salty and delicious. I lick his lips, too, and in a moment we exchange wild French kissing again. Now he’s ready to come.
And this time he wants me to take care of him. He withdraws from my pussy and pulls me up. I take his dick covered in my juices and I begin to lick it greedily. I manage to swallow it completely, suck it like crazy until he shudders and groans loudly, exploding in my mouth. He holds my hair as if thinking I would escape, but I just surrender to him and lick everything off him almost purring in satisfaction when he collapses tired on the armchair. I lick my lips tasting his semen on my tongue. He’s really tasty... much tastier than my former boyfriends. I wouldn’t mind getting some more of him. He gets me up to sit with him. So I cuddle next to him and we just sit breathing deeply, unwinding, listening to the other couples coming.
Then silence gets broken only by our breaths until I hear Eleyne say.
“Wouldn’t it be a good idea if we all ate something? We all need to regain our strength…”
Eleyne’s Story:
When I finally wake from the trance state that Tony’s screwing drove me into, I see him looking at me with a concerned expression.
“Is everything ok with you, babe?”
I’m still panting and trembling in his grip, but I manage to utter:
“It’s ok… More than ok….” I rise up my head to kiss him, lick his lips and bite his ear. “You’re my sex god, Tony. You’ve just taken me to heaven… And I want it again… Please, fuck me more.”
I rub against him looking at him pleadingly. He looks very satisfied at this and kisses me, inserting his tongue deep inside my mouth again. Our tongues play with each other for a while. Then he lifts me up, turns me and leans me against one of the armchairs, kneels behind me and enters my pussy deep. I gasp loudly and just moan “yeeeees” as he thrusts strongly. My pleasure intensifies as he bends over me and starts kneading my boobs, squeezing my nipples between his fingers. I turn my head to him and we French kiss again. He bangs me steadily driving me completely insane again; I can feel every inch of his dick going in and out of my pussy. He bangs me until the ecstasy of it becomes almost unbearable, but I can’t move as my hips are trapped between the edge of the armchair and his hips. I have no control over my body anymore. I tremble and shake, my pussy vibrates crazily. I fly away again.
When my body stops reacting so violently to this climax, Tony stands up, and pulls me off the armchair and sits on it. He makes me kneel in front of him. I know what he wants of me and I start licking and sucking his dick enthusiastically. His hands grab my head, run through my hair and guide my movements. Slower and faster licks all along his cock… He breathes hard, groaning in pleasure. I try to make him feel as good as he just did to me sucking him fervently, observing his blissful expression. Until he groans aloud and explodes into my mouth. I lick his shaft lazily now, eating all the semen, tasting it, trying to lick it all. He’s delicious, indeed, just as I thought. While I’m completing his pleasure he’s still running his hand through my hair. His breathing is still fast and his body twitches a few more times, but after a moment he helps me get up and sits me on the armchair next to him.
We both sit cuddling for a while, breathing deeply and trying to relax a bit. I look around the living room – all the couples seem as exhausted after their love-making as we are. We are all lying and getting our breath back. But when I finally unwind I start to feel a completely different sensation inside me. My stomach is telling me that it’s high time for some food. Well, after all the sex, excitement and effort it’s kind of understandable. I also begin to think that the others must be hungry to so I suggest.
“Wouldn’t it be a good idea if we all ate something? We all need to regain our strength.”
Tony looks and me laughs.
“Are you going to cook us something, gals?”
I smile at him.
“There’s a big lasagna in the kitchen, your cook made it; we had some for lunch. There’s still a lot of it left, just needs to be reheated.”
“Lasagna?” I can hear Colin next to us stirring. “Lasagna sounds good.” He looks pretty worn out. Yasmin is lying in his arms with a very content grin on her face.
“We bought some steaks too,” I hear Jim say from the other side. “We put them in the fridge.” He also looks pretty tired.
“Steaks?” Suddenly Babette becomes very interested. “We could do a barbecue, couldn’t we?”
“But it’s raining...” Yasmin has doubts.
Ted, also tired looking, gets up and goes to look through the window.
“Not really, the storm seems to have bypassed us. There’s just some wind. Yeah, we can do the barbecue.”
He looks at the other guys, then they all look at us expectantly. Finally Melisa says.
“Why are you staring at us like this? Doing barbecue is men’s work.”
“Exactly,” Yasmin adds. “In my country people consider grilling a man’s job. I’ve heard it’s the same here!” She smiles, “better for me, less work to be done!”
“Yes, indeed,” I agree. “You’ll prepare the meat and we’ll reheat the lasagna. And perhaps make some salad. If we can find anything suitable for it. You do have some lettuce, tomatoes and onion, don’t you?”
The guys look at each other a bit sheepishly. Have they expected a full service? Babette raises her eyebrows.
“You were not counting on us to prepare everything ourselves, were you? There’s got to be some division of work …” She looks at them innocently and smiles.
“OK.” Jim gives up. “Let’s do it, guys.”
We all get up and start about our business. The guys put on some shorts and go out to the garden, we go to the kitchen and start rummaging around it. Yasmin finds the lasagna still in the oven and turns it on. I and Babette look into the fridge and find steaks and some veggies for a salad. Melisa takes out plates and some bowls for the salad. Babette asks us how we want our steaks. Yasmin and Melisa want theirs well done.
Babette shudders. “What a waste of meat?! Well-done beef becomes hard as a shoe sole and has no real taste. I like mine very rare.”
I agree with her. “I love mine rare, too, very rare, soft and juicy…” I lick my lips.
Babette smiles, and both her and Melisa walk out of the kitchen carrying meat and plates to the living room. I and Yasmin busy ourselves making the salad – luckily the guys do have the required veggies to make it. We shred the lettuce and cut the tomatoes and onions.
“What about a dressing for it?” Asks Yasmin.
“Don’t know… There still must be some olive oil left in that bottle. We didn’t use everything… And some vinegar… I’ll go and have a look…”
In the living room I find the bottle, look out through the window and see the guys have the barbecue already on. Babette and Melisa are standing with them next to it talking. I come back with the bottle to the kitchen where Yasmin has already finished preparing the salad. She has also found the vinegar. We sprinkle the dish with both liquids liberally and I take the bowls back to the living room. I pass Melisa and Babette at the door. They tell me.
“We’re going upstairs for a moment. We’ll be back in a moment.”
I put the bowls on the coffee table in front of the sofa when I hear loud laughter from the outside. The guys must be talking about something really funny. When I get closer to the window to have a laugh as well, Ted is just saying. “Jesus, where and how did you find them? I still can’t believe it...”
He keeps on shaking his head, gesticulating.
/> “We told you,” Colin answers him.
Tony has a really satisfied look around him. He almost purrs.
“Eleyne is sweet, indeed. Fucking her is...” he pauses looking for a word.
“All of them are sweet. And really naughty,” Jim adds. “And more than that, they are really... awesome... in every sense.”
“Awesome,” Colin’s voice shows that his feelings are empathic with Jim’s. “Awesome and wet.”
“They were like that yesterday, too...” Tony remarks. “When we found Yasmin on that road there, talking about her naked friends I had hoped for some fun, but the reality has far exceeded my expectations,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Eleyne almost pounced on me. Mates, she was so wet and enthusiastic...”
“Melisa was the same, and she said it was all for me,” Jim adds, then they both look at Colin who nods in agreement.
“First I thought that Yasmin was a bit coy, shying from you in the car, but then she turned so hot. And tonight... I admit, I didn’t expect she would really agree to have sex with another girl.”
“Yeah, they were really exciting together,” Jim nods.
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I hear the men chuckle and exclaim together aloud.
“Why didn’t you join us then?” Colin asks him, “it would be really interesting to watch a girls’ threesome or even foursome.”
“Melisa said ‘no’,” Jim sulks, but then cheers up, “but I think I’ll find a way of convincing her. And she was so wet, man, and hot that I accepted her rules. And it was really a blast even though I couldn’t join you…”
“I didn’t ask Babette,” Ted chuckles. “I wanted to appreciate her just by myself. She was really sweet and oily. But I could see that Yasmin and Eleyne were really feeling fine together,” he winks at Tony, “maybe even better than with you guys.”
Tony squints at him and makes a face.
“I took care of that. Now she knows she feels better with me.”
This gets them into mad laughter again. Then Ted continues with his praise for our French girlfriend. “God, she does have tits for a French girl, have you heard her accent?”
“When she was moaning?” Jim jokes and everybody laughs.
“I know what you talk about. French girls can be very sweet, but unfortunately most of them don’t have much on their chest,” Tony makes a face, “it seems like you got lucky, mate. Well, all of us got lucky.” I can see his naughty and satisfied smile.
“Yeah, all of them have nice big boobs, round firm arses, hourglass bodies,” Jim starts a list.
“Very tight, fantastic butts, I wonder how they keep them so good and round as plums,” Tony wonders.
“Oh, yeah... That oil was a really good idea,” Jim chuckles. “Babette is really a naughty girl, Ted.”
“She is,” Ted chuckles, “but she’s French,” he raises his eyebrows, then adds. “Did you guys notice their pussies?”
“I sure looked at Melisa’s pussy, it was very tasty,” Jim laughs. “Why are you asking?”
“The hair!” Ted exclaims. “Did you notice how little hair they have on their snatches. Just a little bit and it’s trimmed.”
“Now, that you say it, I think I noticed that too,” Tony muses. “Most of the other girls I fucked really had a jungle down there.”
“You’re right, mate,” Jim winks, “but it’s only better with shorter hair on their pussies. Less gets into my nose.”
“That’s the truth,” Tony is enthusiastic. “Less hair, more pussy to taste, suck, lick, bite... Yummy pussies, and sensitive. Wow, I think I’m getting another hard on.”
“Well, Yasmin has a nice trimmed pussy, but I thought that this was the fashion down there, in South America, but the other girls are not from there. Are future pussies hairless?”
This gets them all into wild laughter, they make a lot of noise joking dirty about our attributes, then wondering if we are happy with their equipment. But Tony says.
“Eleyne’s been definitely very happy about the fuck she got,” this gets the others curious, but Colin tells them.
“Yeah, I saw. She fainted. What did you do to her, mate?”
“She liked my fucking very much,” he smiles enigmatically; it seems he doesn’t want to tell the others that I named him my sex god but Jim breaks in.
“Melisa fainted, too, and she said exactly the same.”
Tony just winks at him.
“Well,” says Ted, “it looks like they get too hot to stand our fucking methods for a long time.”
“Our fucking methods?” Colin asks amused. “Is it that we share some common unusual styles to fuck pussies?”
There is another explosion of laughs and dirty remarks. Tony’s voice arises over the rest, clear and sound.
“I could say that but... could it be that we possess some special attraction for these girls? Though, I have to admit, they are so hot, they react so enthusiastically and their pussies are so wet, you just want to keep on fucking... and to restrain yourself from coming, but when you finally do come, it’s an earthquake...”
“I think you’re right,” Jim agrees. “I kind of felt the same. But I think that we just have the best weapons, mates, and we have a talent, a talent for fucking girls.”
“You have a high self-esteem, my friend,” Colin comments in a good mood, “but I think... it’s totally true. They were very curious to know what we have here.”
“And they got what they wanted. Without delays,” says Tony, “and really appreciated what we gave them.”
Then a pause occurs, and Tony adds in a lower tone.
“To tell the truth, these girls are a great treat for us, a really unexpected surprise…”
“A hot surprise with a high dose of adrenaline,” corroborates Colin. His voices sounds soft and pleased, but then Tony adds.
“Yes, Colin. They gave us a hot surprise, but I think the most surprised here should be you. Yasmin got you in no time.”
“Did you think she would have no chance?” There is a hint of irony in Colin’s voice. “But, God damn it, she succeeded and don't ask me about her methods. She is really a witch. And I admit,” he raises his hands, “I did enjoy it very much. You said something about an earthquake, Tony?”
The laughter explodes again.
“Are you enchanted by her magic tricks?” Jim asks comically. “Can she turn you into a toad?”
“Maybe,” says Colin. “Maybe that thing, the stones, all that... work... but what am I saying? Shit!”
They keep on exchanging more or less dirty remarks about the recent and yesterday’s fuck, then come back to talking about our looks.
“Long, soft hair, pretty faces, pretty big eyes,” Ted continues, “Babette’s really got nice blue eyes...”
“Eleyne’s a kitty with those green eyes of hers,” Tony croons.
“So is Yasmin,” Colin supplies, “childlike looks that conceal a dirty, sweet mind.”
“Melisa’s are brown,” Jim smiles.
Hearing Babette and Melisa’s voices draws my attention away from this very interesting conversation they are having, I’m certainly happy that our attributes as well as eagerness are appreciated properly; but I wonder what was so funny that they laughed before I started listening. Well, I decide, they were probably having some more male dirty talk about the fuck we had.
“What are you doing here?” Melisa asks.
“Eavesdropping” I wink. “The guys really, really like us, and it’s good to know such things.”
They chuckle and go out to join the guys again.
There I have a sudden thought. I find my suitcase and start digging inside. When Babette and Tony enter the living room with first portion of steaks, I fish out three bottles of wine from it.
I smile triumphantly holding out the bottles so that they can see them..
“Look what I’ve found!”
Tony replies. “We have enough wine.”
I grin back at him “More… wine is always welcome.” I wink.
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He laughs. “Rare steaks are ready. Did you gals bring salt?”
Babette looks around. “No, we didn’t, I’ll go… Maybe the lasagna is ready, too.”
I look at Tony smiling. “Let’s open some more wine. We almost finished the other bottle before…”
He smiles as well. “All three?”
I raise my eyebrows. “What’s three bottles for eight people? Nothing…”
Babette comes back with salt, French mustard and some blue cheese, Yasmin follows her with the lasagna.
“We have almost everything ready, where’s the meat?”
“We just have rare steaks here. The other ones are still being grilled,” Tony answers. He starts to open the bottles without further encouragement from me and pours some wine into all the glasses. Yasmin goes out and in a moment she comes back with the others and more steaks. Everything is ready for our dinner and we can finally sit, eat and drink.
Colin and Jim take the wine glasses, taste the contents.
“Good one!” Colin exclaims, “which one is it?”
“It’s from Eleyne’s stash,” answers Tony.
“Do you have more?” Jim asks sipping his wine.
“Well, here it’s just these three bottles that we’ve started… I had more in the car, but it stayed in 2011,” I answer regretfully, “I know these 3 won’t last long…”
“Is it an Italian wine? Are you Italian?” Colin inquires.
“Yes and no. The wine is Italian. I love Italian wines, but I love all other good wines, too. I’m not nationalistic about it,” I grin. “I’m Polish.”
Yasmin’s Story:
After all the sex we have enjoyed, it’s definitely time for dinner. I’m munching my steak feeling disappointed: No good taste.
“How?” Colin exclaims surprised. “It is a very good beef.”
And I smile impishly at him: “Don’t you tell me you have never eaten Argentinean meat.”
He doubts me a little and adds. “Never read the labels. I rarely go shopping for meat or do the cooking, don´t know, babe.”
Eleyne suggests. “Get some blue cheese or mustard with your steak. It adds to the taste of beef.”