I was nearly oblivious with delight when the rubbing stopped briefly and then I felt myself being penetrated. It didn’t feel like a hard cock, but was a fuck of a different flavor. I glanced down to see if Pierre was fingering me but saw instead that the shoe’s heel was deep inside me.
Then the bottom of the shoe made contact with my clit and the combination of the two sensations, internally and externally, sent me over the edge. I sucked Pierre’s tongue as hard as I could as waves of achingly deep pleasure rolled over me.
I knew nothing else in the world except these things: the throbs inside me where the heel moved in and out, the center of my pleasure where my clit was “stepped” on, the thick tongue filling my mouth, and the warm hand squeezing my breast.
Soon the waves slowed and then their intensity decreased to the point where I felt I could finally breathe again. I’d had an incredible series of climaxes and they had worn me out. I nestled back against his chest and looked over at Chris.
What I saw was that Chris had leaned all the way back at the top of the steps and Monica had leaned all the way over him so that they formed a 69. Chris was eating her dark haired pussy with such relish, and she was alternating between licking and sucking his cock. Monica was squatting over Chris’s face so that she was able to move up and out of his reach now and then.
A small crowd of about a dozen or so had gathered to watch the spectacle of Eric plunging his big, black cock into the area between Sigourney’s legs. He seemed to be able to go on forever and each deep thrust looked like it ought to drive her through the pool wall.
No one was paying attention to Chris’s bucking motions as he shot what little cum he had left within his body into Monica’s sucking mouth. Sigourney’s features were showing the strain from the fuck of all fucks she was enduring, and soon she began gasping and moaning little pleas for him to finish.
Eugene ignored her, grinned, and plunged in harder. Surely, she would split if he didn't climax soon?” I thought to myself. Her pleas became more intense and finally with a grunt of satisfaction Eugene pulled her hips tightly against his dark, strong thighs and we could all tell that he was exploding his hot seed inside her. A few of the women looked on in sympathy, but most looked on in jealousy.
Sigourney's look of ecstasy showed that she was both filled, and fulfilled. Eugene had serviced her well but the games we were watching were not over yet. Sigourney continued to lie there recovering before she spread her legs, and her pussy wide. There was just enough light to see Eric’s seed dripping out of her gaping pussy.
Eat my creampie!” Eric barked at Hank, who wasted no time coming over and began to clean up his wife’s pussy with his tongue.
Tatiana gave a few claps and Eugene looked over at her, took in her long golden hair, her model’s features, her youthful fit body, and gave her a long lingering look before winking. Chris sat up and saw that the clapping was not for his performance with the hot and sexy Monica, but was for the sex-god like efforts of Eugene.
He saw that the couples had gone back to their various spots around and in the pool and re-engaged in their moonlit lovemaking. He stretched and yawned, gave Monica a peck on the cheek, reached over and pulled me to my feet with his hand.
“I’m tired, Honey. Let’s call it a night.”
I agreed, so we gathered our clothing from in, around the pool, put on enough for modesty, and gave Monica, Pierre, and Tatiana a wave, then headed for our own condo. Around the pool, the Moonlight Bull Crew continued to cavort and play. Monica and Pierre helped Tatiana gather her things up, and headed back to their own home.
* * *
The next morning I got a call from Pierre inviting us to go horseback riding. We still had a couple of days to finish unpacking before Chris’s new job started. Monica was unable to come as she had gone back to work at the television station that morning.
Tatiana was there with Pierre but she had informed him that she had made other plans for the day before. That meant it would just be me, Pierre and Chris. Chris enthusiastically agreed, and we made plans to meet late that afternoon to go for the ride. That way we could unpack more and still go riding.
Chris and I met Pierre about three o’clock that day and Pierre drove us out of the city to a horse farm in the foothills of the mountains about forty miles away. I had packed a picnic dinner, and we pulled up to the riding stables around four o’clock.
Pierre was an experienced rider and was dressed for the task. He had on tight fitting brown jodhpurs, knee-high leather boots, and a cotton plaid shirt with bandana around his neck. It was difficult not to notice his huge bulge and Chris caught me taking it all in.
Chris and I had on jeans and comfortable cotton shirts. Pierre showed us how to saddle the horses, joking all the while about our mounts being hung like horses. He carefully tied the bag with our picnic dinner to Chris’s saddle, and then led us across the field toward the beckoning hills.
My horse was named Lightening, which I wasn’t informed of until we had already begun our ride. I wasn’t very sure of myself with a beast this size and the horse sensed it. Lightening took off fast toward the path most familiar, and Chris and Pierre had to dig in hard to keep up.
Once under the shade of the trees my horse slowed down to a trot, and I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Chris and Pierre caught up beside me on the wide path laughing, and I sheepishly returned theirs with a grin of my own.
We relaxed in our saddles and enjoyed the time out in the beautiful nature. The sun shone a little lower through the bright green trees, and after about an hour of Pierre taking us on miles of paths that he knew, we finally reined in at a shady spot far off the trail.
Pierre dismounted and led his horse back even further into a small clearing. Chris and I stiffly dismounted and followed him, our inner thighs feeling the strain and chafing of the horse ride. Pierre spread out the blanket after tying up his horse, and laid out the fare I had brought.
We joined him, and with a “pop,” we began our feast with a bottle of champagne. We then dove into the selection of cold meats, bread, apples, and grapes with a delight brought on by the combination of fresh air and healthy exercise.
After our delicious spread, we laid back and relaxed, my head resting on Chris’s lap and Pierre up against a nearby tree. We talked about the ride and the day, and swatted at all the small flies that had gathered during our meal.
After a while, the tiny flies really started to annoy us. Chris had been playing with my hair, when Pierre mentioned, “You know, there's a small brook near here that pools up just enough for a dip. Anyone interested in getting away from these flies with a little dip?”
Before either of us could really answer, he started unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled off his boots, peeled his tight riding pants off of his legs, slid out of his underwear, and walked off down deeper into the woods, wearing only his bandana.
Chris smiled and began taking off his own clothes. I hadn’t taken any clothes of at all when Chris finally looked up at me in his bikini underwear.
“Do you think anyone else is around?” I asked timidly.
My hesitation reminded him that I had only shed many of my inhibitions recently and wasn’t ready to just jump into any and everything.
“We’re a long way from town and even further off the beaten path. Tell you what. Keep your panties on like a bathing suit, and if you feel comfortable enough when you get there, you can take them off. Otherwise you’re at least out there with something on.”
I agreed and stripped down to my white panties and lace bra. Feeling like a modern day Adam and Eve, Chris led me down the path where the proverbial snake had disappeared. I found Pierre a few yards into the trees, only his chest up was showing above the waterline and it was obvious by his erect nipples just above the surface, that the water was cold.
I was still holding back, but after looking around and seeing how isolated we were, at the continued urging of the guys, I unfastened my bra, dropped my panties, and dropped down in
to the pool.
Goose bumps appeared all over me, but the water felt so refreshing after the hot, sweaty ride and filling meal. found a rock to sit on and leaned back to let the slowly churning waters cover my skin. I opened my legs and let the cool water numb me all over as well.
Despite the cool waters, Pierre was excited by the whole adventure. He leaned back and let his shaft point back up into the warm air. I pushed away from the edge and explored the little pool to its far edges.
Finally, we couldn’t stand the coolness of the water and made our way back to the clearing where our blanket and horses were. Still nude, we used our clothes to dry each other off, and then laid our wet things in the sunshine to dry.
Pierre still hadn’t lost his hard on, and I gave it a little extra attention while drying him off. “Why don’t you warm him up a little more,” Chris suggested, and I wrapped my warm mouth around the cooled skin of his cock.
I was now lying on my side engulfing Pierre’s cock while Chris had moved over to give us some room and to give him a better view. I stopped sucking Pierre’s cock for a minute and then leaned over to kiss Chris on the mouth.
It was a deep and penetrating kiss, which was wet and exciting. The urgency of our kiss began a stirring down below in his loins. Pierre looked on as I broke off from the kiss with Chris, then he nibbled his way down my chin to my neck.
He sucked my neck for just a few seconds to “mark me” with the faintest of hickeys, then worked his way down to my chest, and sucked one of my nipples. He lingered there a minute, swirling it around in his mouth and giving it some good sucking. I could feel that he was now almost fully erect so I broke away and began my descent down his slightly quivering body.
The sun was providing only a blood-red glow on the horizon, and the air had lost some of its heat, but Pierre’s blood was nearly boiling. My tongue swirled around and in his belly button and then I licked my way down his lower stomach, following his treasure trail down his dark curly pubic hair.
My tongue found its way to the base of his now fully erect cock and began wetly caressing its way up back up to the head, doing my best to copy the actions I had seen Tatiana performing last night.
Chris watched in wonder as my blonde head moved its way down Pierre’s body and onto his pulsating shaft. His hands itched to hold me but what was happening in front of him was better than any porno he’d ever seen.
He was watching his wife perform oral sex on another man and it was real. He shot his load into his underpants and continued to watch as Pierre began to knead my breasts. My nipples were the hardest part of the firm flesh, and he worked them the hardest.
I let out another low moan at his attention and he licked them even harder. He lay down, and I stepped over his torso then we moved into a 69 position. I was kneeling over his chest, and my pussy and ass were staring him right in the face.
My pussy was nearly dripping with pussy-juice and he tasted me again. Chris could smell my musky scent and he felt his cock stirring again. He wanted to stop time and just watch me for eternity.
Pierre reached around my legs and pulled my ass cheeks apart to get his tongue into me even further. Several times, he found that his face was buried so deep he couldn’t breathe, but that was what being in shape was for.
He stroked my clit, my inner thighs, my dripping slit, and right up to my anus. He continued to lick and suck until my blowjob made him ready to explode. By then he found that I was rocking my hips back and forth wildly and he had to hang on tightly to keep contact with his mouth.
Pierre knew that he was about to blow, so he held on and rolled us both over and dislodged himself from my hungry mouth. He did a quick 180-degree turn, and with one hand he caressed my pussy, with the other he gripped his shaft as he exploded long reams of his cum all over my belly.
I reached a hand down to my pussy where his was still caressing me and together we masturbated each other on the blanket in front of Chris. Pierre’s spasms were soon over, but I wasn’t quite so ready to be done. I had tasted and sucked his cock, but knew that I probably shouldn’t risk tasting him. I alternated hands dipping inside myself and licking off my fingers.
Finally, I decided to only use one of his fingers to continue stimulating myself. I had started practicing masturbating a few years ago and had gotten pretty good. I had tried it with my fingers, carrots, peeled and unpeeled bananas, and even a well-shaped umbrella handle.
The best way I had ever experienced was with fingers. A real person was not as predictable as an inanimate object, and he added his own ideas as they went along. I laced my fingers into his, and reached them all farther down until they were pushing into my asshole.
I urged his middle finger into me there, and with some pressure, he was able to push it in all the way. My juices flowed even more, and my fingers were dancing crazily around my clit as I orgasmed with earth-shaking intensity.
We locked in a kiss, his one hand fingering my ass and his other pressing into my breast. Both my hands were busy keeping the orgasm going, and I nearly bit his tongue off in the heat of passion.
* * *
The sun had nearly disappeared behind the trees and we had finished our playing and were luxuriating on the blanket. Finally, Pierre suggested that we saddle back up and get our mounts back to the stables.
But before anyone was fully dressed he grabbed something out of his saddlebag and offered them to me.
“These are ben-wa balls. Just insert them and enjoy the ride home.” His eyes met mine and he said, “I thought you might enjoy them.”
Pierre smiled to himself, knowing exactly what he was doing. He knew that if he was going to replace Chris as my primary sexual partner, he had to break our sexual connection. To do that, he had to capitalize on “new” and fan those flames of excitement and arousal that I was experiencing.
I took the highly polished silver balls, which were about twice the size of common marbles, and slid them up inside my pussy. They fit snuggly, and I was sure my panties would keep them in. I finished dressing and then swung my leg back up and over my horse.
I could feel the balls inside me moving with my movements and it felt good. Chris and Pierre mounted up also, and we headed back down the mountain toward the ranch. It was beginning to get dusky as we headed down the trail, but fortunately, Pierre knew exactly how to get back. He led us confidently back to our destination.
I though, didn’t want to return. The afternoon had been enchanting, and now the ride back was a new taste of pleasure. The horse’s rhythmic movements between my legs were stimulating me in a way that I hadn’t thought possible.
The ben-wa balls deep inside my pussy were accentuating the feelings, and soon I was gripping the edge of the saddle with both hands as I began to climax again. But this one didn’t stop, or peak, it just continued on with the gait of the horse, rolling back and forth.
Pierre could see my glazed look, open mouth, and my tight grip on the saddle so leaned over, and took the reins from me and led my horse down the path, allowing me to enjoy my pleasures. He saw my expression, and was very pleased to know he had been instrumental in its origin.
* * *
That night, wrapped up in Chris’s arms in bed I kept thinking about the way Pierre made me feel. I had never had my breasts stimulated so thoroughly, had never been kissed so deeply, and had never orgasmed as fully as had occurred tonight.
The thought of him kissing and licking my dripping pussy gave me a glow all over my skin, and I thought that I might be hooked on such love-making. As I drifted off to sleep in Chris’s arms, my dreams were filled with him and I wanted to experience more.
To be continued....
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