With two fingers I felt Mads's pussy, which was both softer and deeper than mine, and explored its depths. One of my fingers discovered her deepest cleft, and I slowly slid the finger in. It was tight and warm. Mads made little noises like hiccups, pushing against my hand.
We could have continued all night.
However, after a while, the guys—who had disappeared from beneath us without our so much as noticing—came back up to the rooftop garden. I heard the soft sound of fabric sliding over skin and falling to the deck. I pulled myself away from Maddie's curvy, luscious body long enough to register the fact that Harris and Jackson were in the jacuzzi now, too. Harris moved toward Maddie, while Jackson soon had his hands on me.
He started with my feet. He pulled one foot out of the water and up to his lips, which caused me to slip backward. I grabbed the deck behind me with both hands. I sank into a kind of dream state while he carefully sucked my toes, one by one. I didn't know it could feel so good to have someone cherish my feet.
Jackson slowly moved up my leg. His thick, wavy hair fell over his forehead as he concentrated on pleasuring me. He ran his fingers up and down my calves, then my thighs. At the tops of my inner thighs, I felt almost driven crazy by a combination of ticklishness and desire.
At that point, Jackson put his hands around my waist, lifted me out of the water, and put me on the deck. I lay on my back, naked, dripping, looking at the darkening sky that was beginning to fill with stars. My view was soon blocked by Jackson, a sexy shadow. I reached my hands down and found what I was looking for: his hard cock.
"Oh, Mills, suck me," he pleaded.
He slid up so I could reach his cock with my mouth. I took it, delighted at its size. First I teased the top with my lips, plucking at it like it was a lollipop. Then I swirled my tongue around it. He made a sound that was some kind of guttural moan. "More," he begged.
I took the whole thing in my mouth until it almost touched the back of my throat. My jaw was stretched about as wide as it could go, and the stretching feeling along with the thickness that filled my throat made my pussy throb. I pursed my lips hard around his cock and sucked and sucked until I felt a shuddering, a signal that he was about to cum, so I pulled away. He groaned in agony. "Oh, Mills, why?"
Why? Because I liked it hard.
I took him by the shoulders and rolled him to his back. Then I moved to 69 position and nuzzled his crotch for a while, making sure I didn't touch his volatile cock. Instead, I reached down and teasingly licked his taint. I loved the warm, toasty smell of it. It made me want to rub my lips along it, so I did.
Meanwhile, he was tonguing my labia, which felt great. I had to stop playing with his taint for a few minutes, so I could concentrate on what was going on between my legs. My thighs spread wider and wide, taking it all in. I felt a hard sucking at my clit and knew he'd put his lips around it. "Oh... fuuuuck..." I murmured.
I hadn't been paying any attention to them at all, of course, but by this time Harris and Maddie were going at it pretty hard on the opposite side of the jacuzzi. When I finally thought to glance over, I saw Maddie outlined against the night sky, her long hair sweeping behind her, her tits pointing to the stars. Harris, my step-father, was arched beneath her.
"What do you think?" I asked Jackson. "Shall we... join them?"
He chuckled. "Why not?"
Both of us on all fours, like a pair of stalking tigers, we crawled over to the fucking lovers, each of us tracking opposite sides of the jacuzzi. I reached them first and placed my lips on Harris's forehead. I was touched by the slightly sweaty, salty flavor of him.
Jackson had put his arms around Maddie, and she fell back against his firm body. Just like that, we had switched lovers. Harris was mine now.
It was strange because I knew him so well, but not sexually, so everything suddenly had a new context. I lay down on my side next to him, exploring. My fingers combed through the fine hairs of his chest; my lips moved along his neck and chin. His knee drew up and began softly bumping against my pussy, a move he couldn't have known I would find irresistible. I rode that knee hard, rubbing my clit against the firm bone of his knee, gasping. It wasn't until his strong hand reached down in between my legs, though, that I let myself go. My orgasm rolled out slowly, but as Harris's finger pushed deep into me, it heightened and turned into a series of bright flashes. I grabbed him, crying out and shuddering. Everything disappeared into a sharp, endless arc of pleasure.
And even when it ended, I wanted more.
Harris looked at Jackson, who was kissing and licking Maddie's tits, and then he rolled over and went for Mads's crotch. I was a little jealous, so I claimed a boob for my own, fondling it and licking it until the nipples turned hard. Mads had two mouths at her boobs and another at her pussy—no wonder she had practically melted into the deck. When she orgasmed, she grabbed my head and pulled it toward her, clamping it under her arm. Honestly, I loved being squeezed by her.
Once she had finished, punctuating the night with her cries, we all leaned away from each other, catching our breaths. Then Jackson stood up, his gorgeous, muscular body glowing in the blue light from the jacuzzi, and disappeared down the stairs to the penthouse. The three of us were all so stunned and amazed we said nothing. He came back with a bottle of rum and passed it around.
Later—much later—I would discover that rum does nothing good for me, but at the time it tasted creamy and sweet and absolutely delightful. I took several long gulps and felt, seriously, as if I was becoming at one with the universe. I was naked on a rooftop in Miami with three of the hottest people I had ever seen! I laughed and rolled onto my stomach, playing with the sparkling Jacuzzi water, splashing it with my fingers.
While I lay there, almost drowsing, I felt someone's hand move over my butt. I glanced over my shoulder to see who it was—Jackson—before I rested my head on my arms and breathed deeply. First hands, then tongue, then cock slipped between my ass cheeks. I arched up a little, raising my ass in the air and showing my willingness to play this new game. He moistened one finger in his mouth and gently slid it into my ass. I felt pinned by it, breathing deeply. He wiggled the finger around, then added another finger. The two of them separated, stretching my asshole out. It felt like being pulled apart, but in the greatest way. Then his fingers slipped out and left me longing for them.
Next came the hard, gorgeous cock I had come to know, sliding experimentally between my ass cheeks at first. Oh, God, I wanted it in me! I arched up harder, aching for his cock to enter me. Jackson pushed, probed, poked his hard member against my asshole.
"Harder!" I breathed.
He moved up a little and gripped my shoulders with both his hands. Bracing himself, he aimed his cock toward the center of my ass and shoved it as hard as he could. I felt as if I was being torn in half--but also so intensely stimulated I could hardly believe it. "Oh! God!" I cried as he thrust. "Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Me!"
He came deep inside me, but then pulled out and came some more, spraying my ass cheeks with his hot jism. My insides were twitching and shuddering, and I thought I'd never get back on my feet again. I lay there forever.
* * *
I must have drunk more rum than I thought because I don't remember making my way inside. But I woke up early the next morning in an unfamiliar bedroom, with white bedsheets tangled around my waist and legs. The room was also bright white, with huge abstract paintings on the walls and a concrete floor that was, remarkably, a deep, shadowed cobalt blue. A square, bare window let in all the light in the world. I almost immediately closed my eyes again. It might have been minutes or hours later when I was reawakened by Maddie. She had her hair up in two pigtails and was prodding me awake, grinning madly. In her hands she had a cup of coffee. I reached wordlessly for it and Mads handed it over.
"You would not believe this place! Jackson has a blender that you can put anything into! Like, whole apples and lemons! Anything can be a smoothie if you want it to be."
My confused mind tried to p
ut this all together with the lovely, intense memories of the evening before.
"And the showers! You've never seen a shower head like these—they're the size of manhole covers! And more jets coming out from the sides!"
A few sips of the dark, delicious coffee brought me down to earth. Mads sat on the bed with a deep, contented sigh. "Okay," I said to my friend. "What's going on? Where's Harris?"
"Harris and Jackson," she said, "have gone off to company headquarters for still more meetings. Maya is here to clean up and serve breakfast. There's a huge fruit salad. Should I bring you some?"
I set the coffee on a nightstand and face-palmed with both my hands. "Oh, no. Oh, no, Mads. After last night. Did we ruin Harris's chances for a promotion?"
"What?" she cried. "Last night was fantastic! You have to admit it was amazing."
"Yes, it was," I said. "But it wasn't especially --- professional."
"Fuck that," said Maddie. She leaned over me and kissed me softly on the lips. "Fuck professional," she said again and skipped out of the room.
After drinking every drop of the coffee and taking the longest shower ever, I put on the dress I wore the day before and wandered out to the kitchen. The maid was gone, the two men had left, and Maddie was on the balcony, reading People magazine. I was alone in the quiet kitchen. I didn't feel like eating anything, but I liked the feeling of the cool floor beneath my feet. I poked my head into the fridge to breathe in the chilly air. Then I sat at the breakfast bar with my chin in my hand, thinking morosely about my life.
High school was over. Real college life was already upon me. Stupidly, I had only applied to two colleges and had gotten into one: the shittier one. What the hell was I going to do with the rest of my life? Mads had applied to fourteen colleges and gotten into five; after much deliberation, she finally made up her mind and was happily enrolled in a college in Iowa. I couldn't remember the name. St. Rose, St. Pearl? Something like that. She already had new friends, was probably having sex with hundreds of people. She'd forget about me in time. Harris and Jackson would move on to new adventures, no doubt. A couple of tears welled up in my eyes. I wiped them roughly away. What was the point in feeling sorry for myself?
Then, almost as if she had a kind of telepathy, Maddie set her magazine down and stared out at the ocean for a minute, then stood up and came into the kitchen. I tried to rid my face of the sad expression, but it wouldn't go away. My eyes kept tearing up. Mads took my wrist and pulled me back into the bedroom. I went along, wondering.
In the bedroom I had just left, Maddie pushed me gently onto the bed. I lay on my back, watching her. She lifted my dress up. Then, with a finger hooking under each side of my panties, she slid them down. Taking a deep breath, her eyes almost, she cupped her hand around my pussy. I lay quiet as she moved it up and down, her finger slipping wetly through the cleft. I felt myself clench all over, rising into orgasm.
I reached my own arms around her neck and pulled her closer. With one hand, I unzipped her dress to loosen it, then moved the hand around to her front. There I found her exquisite tits and slid my hand beneath her bra. Within the restricted space there I caressed her boob lovingly. We kissed and kissed again.
Then the door flew open. "Girls!" said Harris excitedly. "I got the promotion!" His face was transformed by a huge smile. He looked great, as usual, with a different awesome suit—this one a slightly shiny gray in a window-pane pattern—and another bespoke shirt. He was amazingly talented, of course, but I suspected he'd get hired based on his suit game alone. Or did Maddie and I have something to do with it? "Take a look at the new Vice-President of Operations!" My step-father twirled around, like a kid in a Halloween costume, except that his costume was that of an incredibly sexy business man.
"Congratulations!" exclaimed Maddie, pulling her hand out of my crotch.
"Yeah! Excellent job, Harris!" I said, straightening Maddie's bra and pulling up my undies. Harris was so full of his good fortune he didn't seem to notice what we had been getting up to, at first. Then he looked back and forth at us and said, "Hey, hey! Don't let me interrupt! If you don't mind, I'm just going to sit here in this comfy chair and relax a minute or two." He sat down slowly and propped his chin on his hand as if he were taking in an intensely intellectual play.
We looked at him and then at each other, smiling. "I don't mind an audience if you don't," I said to Mads.
"Me? Mind? As if!"
So we kept playing. We kissed for a while until I got hungry for that tongue to be between my legs. I pulled off my undies and climbed on Mads, gently straddling her face. I held onto her pigtails and pulled her into my crotch, feeling her exploring, eager tongue as it tasted my pussy. When it found my clit, spasms jolted through me, and I arched back, enjoying the measured pressure of it. I was about to climax when Mads said, "Hold on, I want to try something." She sat up, reached for her striped Kate Spade bag, and pulled out—what? It was bright pink, made of rubber, and looked like a cock, but with two ends.
"Where did that come from?" I yelped.
"You were standing in line for a hot dog yesterday, remember? I went to the sex shop, thinking I'd surprise you. It's a double dong."
"Color me surprised!" I said. "Let's do it."
We sat up facing each other. Mads arranged the dildo, so there was a head at each of our pussies. "Closer," she insisted. We moved nearer to one another, up on our knees. We had to lean back on our hands to get it right, but then it filled us both right up. I would push, clenching the dildo hard, then Maddie pushed. It felt amazing to be connected this way.
Harris appeared to be enjoying the show. He had both hands resting tenderly on his crotch as if keeping his cock from suddenly leaping out and joining us. I was almost too absorbed in the incredible sensation of the double dong to pay attention, but without even knocking Jackson slipped into the room. He put his hands on Harris's shoulders, then slowly unbuttoned my stepdad's shirt. Harris's eyes shut as Jackson's hands moved over his chest.
I moved around so that Maddie was doing me doggy-style with the double-dong. The hard ramming was exactly what I liked. Meanwhile, both guys had taken their clothes off and were exploring each other's bodies. I had never seen two guys go at it, let alone two guys as hot as this pair. Jackson sat back in the padded chair while Harris, on his knees, got in between his boss's thighs. He took Jackson's cock in his hands, stroking it, cupping the balls. Harris, his normally slicked-back hair falling over his forehead, ran his tongue slowly up and down Jackson's thick shaft. Jackson could hardly bear it—he was gasping for breath. Then Harris lowered his mouth over the tip of Jackson's cock, taking his own sweet time with it. While Maddie slammed me with the dildo from behind, I watched Harris's head go up and down over his boss's crotch. Suddenly Mads slipped her fingers into my ass, and I came, hard.
I had barely finished when Jackson, having just come into Harris's mouth, got up and lay down next to me. He worked my tits, his thumb and forefinger clamping each of my nipples while he licked my belly. I knew I was far from done, but I was amazed at how quickly my pussy was ready for another orgasm. Next to me, Harris had picked up the double dong. He pinned Maddie to the mattress with it, and Mads writhed in pleasure. He turned her onto her belly, keeping the dildo in place and holding it under him as he rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks. She shrieked in delight as he used one hand to open her asshole and guide his own tremendously hard cock in.
I had a fantastic idea. While Harris banged Mads from behind, and she was up on her elbows, I slid my pussy under her mouth. She got to work on me while Jackson, on all fours, straddled my head so I could suck him off. I almost choked on his cock; I was so eager for it. The next few minutes were an incredible tangle of gripping legs and sucking mouths and bobbing heads. Maddie came first, which set Harris off. I orgasmed while Mads had her mouth against my pussy, moaning.
Right then Jackson pulled out of my mouth, spraying his hot jizz everywhere: on my tits, on my neck, on my face. It was glorious. I licked my li
ps and tasted the sweet, salty flavor of it. I didn't think my own climax was ever going to end.
We were all still lying on the bed, our hot, sticky bodies cooling in the delicious AC, when Jackson said, "Girls, I need some help in the office. Just entry-level stuff. But opportunities for advancement, and, of course, a chance to live the Miami lifestyle full-time. Whaddya think?"
"Wait," I said, "are you offering us...jobs?"
"Yes, I am. What, do you think I'd pass up a chance to do this again? This has been the best--" he glanced at his watch "--afternoon I've ever had."
"I'm going to college in the fall," said Mads. "But that's like, months away. I'm in!"
Harris tugged a lock of my hair. "Well, Mills? Are you in?"
"Me?" I said, joy rising in my chest. "Oh, hell yeah. I'm in!"
Yes, I decided. Miami was indeed magical.
Fucking magical
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