by Tammy Goaren
It was beautiful. The man was caressing caressing her breasts, stroking her body from top to bottom and then kneeled down to suck on her breasts, making her moan loudly as her eyes closed in sheer bliss. He put his hand on her bottom, he pulled her clit towards him and started to lick her nipples, moving down to her clit. While they moved towards the bed. Me and Nicole were still undressed and the smell of sex in the air was immense, we were turned on. We saw as the man positioned Michelle on her knees and prepared to enter her pussy from behind and fuck her doggy style. His mouth continued to eat her out and put a condom, lifting her ass up a bit for smooth inserting. The mounds of her ass proudly presented to his huge cock as he slowly moved in and out with the sounds of their grunting spread through the air. His speed of pumping increased and me and Nicole were mesmerized. Without realizing it, we started rubbing our pussies along with the lucky fucking Michelle was getting. He finally made his last thrust and she came with a loud squeal while he too orgasmed inside her after three more deep and tightened thrusts. We quickly shut the hatch and laid on our bed, with no words exchanged. Staring in each other’s eyes, we agreed that we needed to finish each other off. We started rubbing our clits together to reach our orgasms. We knew that our friendship was on a completely different now. We went back to the pool and looked out for Michelle who looked rather relaxed down. Michelle came up to us like nothing happened and laid next to us. “Where were you?” Nicole asked in a casual tone. “I was getting fucked in this pussy right here,” she pointed at her red pussy lips. When asked, she didn’t know his name. We both pretended that it was normal and enjoyed the sun rays on our naked bodies. I started thinking about the possibilities on this resort. It was evident now that the optional clothing was just a marketing strategy interacting with others made it clear that at night, there was more sex happening than any other place with people even watching it happen if they wanted. I haven’t always been faithful to my husband except for the last five years, I was in a dilemma. I felt horny and confided myself in Nicole who in turn confessed that she and her husband had this thing between them that if an opportunity arrived, it would be okay for them to have sex as long as they told each other and didn’t meet the person again. I had no such agreement but then thought about how lonely I’ll be while the two girls got themselves some cocks and I’ll be left empty. I tried to convince myself by arguing that what happens in here will stay here. I saw a lot of couples having sex that night, girls with legs up in the air and spread for huge cocks to fill them up and pump them in like a drill, right there in the front lawn. I rushed to find Nicole and just held her hand in desperation, “Damn, the way they’re having sex is frustrating for me. I want to get fucked but I also don’t want to cheat either.” She gave me a laugh and we walked up to the bar. We heard someone call from behind us, “Hey gorgeous, fancy a drink?” I spoke something ridiculous but Nicole confidently asked for two piña coladas, the two men, Harry and Charlie, were married to two bisexual women who had left them to explore their options and we seemed to me the pussies of their need. We chatted and they offered to walk us back to our room. We asked them in, out of courtesy since they had bought us drinks and walked us to our room. Nicole and Charlie walked out of the room and in the balcony. Me and harry were left to each other's company. I so needed my pussy filled. We were barely dressed since it was evening and my panties were drenched. He walked over to me and lifted my arms to take my shirt off. “Do want all your holes filled tonight?” he looked at me seductively. I let it all go and decided why not? Since I was anyway cheating with one guy, why not more? I nodded and he invited me to one of his good friend’s room where the two men were staying for the week. As we entered, we found them both watching hardcore porn and jerking off to it. They didn’t stop even though they saw us. Actually they looked at me with happy eyes. As if they were expecting me. I felt a little weirded out, but it all subsided in a while. They stopped jerking off after a while and pulled their shorts up. “That’s Mike and this is Bob.” Harry pointed at the two blonde men standing in front of me. They still had their hard ons but didn’t seem to shy away. They smiled and nodded at me. “And this is the gorgeous woman I met today,” he wrapped his arms around me from behind. I stood there with a seductive grin on my lips. “Maria,” I extended my hand to meet their rough palms. “She smells of dripping pussy I suppose,” he whispered near my ear and started massaging my breasts, cupping the mounds from behind me. I closed my eyes and loosened up my stiffened pussy lips I had held onto prevent myself from cumming just by seeing their hard ons. Man, they were huge. I wanted to get my clit hole filled as soon as possible. But I also wanted to tease them, play with their cocks and taste them before that. I slid my hand down to Harry’s cock and started stroking his cock with one hand. I extended the other hand to grab a hold of Mike’s and then Bob’s cock, rubbing the tip of their cocks. That made them throw their heads back in pleasure. Taking my shirt off and revealing my perky nipples, I squatted down and took their pants and shorts off, one by one. I gasped at their huge and glorious cocks. I started off with Mike, licking his cock at the tip, swirling my tongue on his sensitive cockhead, licking it like a candy and stroking Bob’s cock with my other hand. Harry was rubbing his cock himself. I bobbed my head back and forth, working my way around his cock with just my mouth now with my hands stroking the other two. My breasts bounded furiously as my pussy dripped while I made them moan. I switched and gave each of them a good suck, playing with balls, teasing the tips with my tongue and gagging on each of the huge rods. I got up and stroked Mike’s and Bob’s cock with my hands, taking them to the master bed. I kissed Mike and pushed him to the bed. He was taken aback but then realized what I had in my mind. Bob went on his knees and tore the thread off my panties and licked my pussy a couple of times. “Oh god, you’re so wet, you bitch.” He licked my pussy and slapped it a couple of times. After licking me to a verge of cumming, he gave it a last tap and let me go. I sat on Mike’s cock and inserted his huge rod in my butthole, slowly. My husband loved anal sex and that had me accustomed to the pain. Even then I squealed a bit at he entered my hole completely. His thrusts started off slowly as jerks. Bob stroked his cock and looked me in the eye, lifted my legs in the air and held the heels of my feet above, keeping the tip of his cock at the entrance. He entered my pussy slowly and in inches. I gasped after each thrust as he went in deeper. “Yeah, fuck me now. Pump my holes now. Come on. Fuck me hard.” I said, lost in the pleasure. They all laughed like hungry animals and started fucking my holes while Harry got on the bed. I leaned back on Mike’s chest and took his cock while throwing me head back. Imagine now, three cocks in my holes. Yeah, I know, seems amazing right? Exactly what I had been feeling. My pussy was loosened up due to my desire. The whole room was filled with heavy breathes and pumping of my holes. I occasionally gagged on his cock while Mike fucked my ass with an immense speed, moving in and out every second. His strokes were deep and fast. Bob grunted like an animal and increased his speed. My legs were open for his cock to smoothly slide in and out of my pussy. His cock was indeed just extremely like him, hungry and lustful. “Oh god, your cunt is so good. Keep those legs open for me now.” he said as I nodded. His thumb teased the muscles of my clit while he let go off my legs, but I kept them in the air. Waves of pleasure went down my spine like the ones hitting the shore at that time. It felt heavenly with three handsome men wanting me so much. Their grunts boosted my confidence as I watched them look at me. Mike held on to my bouncing breasts and teased the nipples which were erect now. He pressed the nips in between his teeth and twirled it causing me to painfully gasp. He slapped my breast and grabbed both of them. With Mike fondling and playing with my breasts, Bob started circling my clit with his thumb, with occasionally increasing the speed of his thumb making circles on my pussy. I made loud noises which made him rub harder. “Oh yes, come on bitch tighten your pussy around my cock. Squirt all over my cock. I want your pussy sore when you walk out of here,” he said with clenched teeth
. Harry moth fucked me with his cock and choked me from time to time. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked his cock with my saliva. The fucking got faster and faster and I could feel my skin rippling due to the speed. “Oh shit. Yes, fuck yes. Fuck me, Fuck me hard, Yes, yes fuck me.” I kept shouting before I screamed and squirted all over Bob’s torso. I squirted at least ten to fifteen seconds straight, shouting loudly all this while. Once I was done, I was panting really hard. I had never had an orgasm this hard. The room started swirling around me as I came off Mike’s cock and sat on my knees. The three hunks started grunting and groaning as they stroked their cocks around me. I opened my mouth and sat there for them to cum in my mouth, “Come on boys, I want your cum,” I changed my position to squatting and started caressing my pussy as they all loudly grunted and jetted their load all over me. I licked it all off clean and collapsed in the bed with them. I don’t remember passing out but I woke up to Mike fucking my pussy again. I sleepily smiled and he increased his speed. I lifted my head and saw Bob watching TV. Once I came, I let him eat my pussy and sucked on Bob’s cock. They both orgasm and I walked out of their rooms after they gave my pussy one last kiss. Weird, I know. Last night was the best night of my life. I walked out naked off the room and crossed the lobby section. I paused and just stretched my arms. I went to my room and opened the door to Michelle having a cock in her pussy and Nicole too getting fucked senselessly. They were getting pumped really hard. I didn’t have the energy to even touch myself. So I collapsed on the bed in the other room. The bed felt so cozy and soft. I passed out and woke up in the evening. “Honestly, why did I even pack clothes? Why did any of us pack them? We’re staying naked here anyways!” Michelle said. Honestly, the fucking was such a common thing now that we didn’t even talk about it. We put on a loose shirt and walked out to enjoy the cool water of the pool. As we entered the lobby, there was a board displaying some funky shapes. “Dressing Optional Party for the guests,” I looked at the manager and before I could even ask what it meant, he simply said, “We’re closing the doors for two days. Optional clothing has extended to the all the sections of the hotel, madam. Please proceed to the pool side and enjoy your stay,” I shot Michelle and Nicole a confused look. But arriving at the poolside, I knew what he meant. I could see people having sex openly and not just in their rooms. There were girls riding two cocks and choking on the third while some were just sitting at the poolside, getting their pussies eaten. It was like one huge orgy and I felt my pussy get wet again. I went up to the bar and ordered my drinks, gulping them down quickly. I was hazed as I sat at the poolside, I felt tingling in my pussy but was too drunk to even process what was happening. There was a man, eating my pussy. I guess it was Harry. Nevertheless, the next thing I knew was my legs behind my head and his cock pumping my pussy. I looked around to find Nicole. She wasn’t in sight and I was enjoying my slurry sex. I passed out and opened my eyes in the room, the next morning. My head buzzed. I turned over to find a note next to the water bottle, “You are beautiful, H” I smiled at his words. The rest of the vacation was filled with our laughs, giggles, and lots of sex. “Damn, they’re gonna have to buy two feedback registers for us,” Michelle joked as we signed for checkout and made our way back to the car.
STORY TWENTY-TWO
Chapter 1
I sat on the bed, my robe freely open, as I waited for the call that I hoped might come. My thoughts were in one place as I slowly rubbed my index finger back and forth over my clit, rather distractedly, while remembering some of the calls that my husband—Jack—had made in the past. Anything that could give me the thrill I was aiming for, as my circular motions hit all the right spots.
Jack’s work meant that he was out of town a lot, leaving me with too much time on my hands as a practically—in all the ways that really matter— single woman. Jack and I understood each other well. We were lucky to have found each other, with our common views, which had lead us to a modern open marriage, where sex was seen as a pleasure, and not a chore. Isn’t a true marriage one in which one partner cares for the pleasure of the other? Jack knows I need more than he can usually give me, not in means of how well he can fuck me, because obviously I married him for a reason, but rather in respect to how often he can please me. With that said, he’s more than happy when he gets to hear me in ecstasy. Sometimes I even think he gets more out of me being fucked by other men than I do. That is, until it actually comes to it.
I hoped that Jack might call soon; I was positively leaking by now, and my lips were becoming puffy as well. What I really needed was to hear Jack’s voice, that low and coarse sexy tone of his, to get me off. The problem was, he was not in a motel tonight, somewhere out of state, or even in a hotel-room. He was at a poker night, in his old Frat House, maybe half an hour away by road, but it might as well have been a thousand miles away, for I still missed his voice, and his touch. Of course, I realized that a phone call was very unlikely, they would all be drinking, and playing poker, women the last thing on their minds.
Somewhat resigned, I decided neither I nor he would be pleased if I didn’t get off simply because he was out and about. With that in mind, I cast the robe off swiftly, laying back on the bed comfortably, knees raised in a familiar position, as I started to play with myself with more determination. Just one orgasm before bed, I told myself, but then again I always said that.
With my free hand, I began tracing my fingers lightly over my skin, feather-like touches, starting from my jaw and moving on to my neck in a calculated pace. I knew myself well enough to know where and when to add more pressure to cause a better reaction, both my hands synchronized and aiming towards one goal. I placed my left hand on my tit, tugging at my nipple lightly, as I thrust my fingers back and forth, hitting my G-spot with the utmost precision. I was biting on my lower lip before soft moans began to escape my swollen lips, and I knew I was almost there, ready to explode.
That was when the phone rang. I was torn, but only for a second, because I realized it might be Jack, and that would certainly solve everything.
“Hello,” I said, little out of breath, as I picked up the phone that lay on the nightstand next to my bed. “Is that you Jack?”
“Yeah, it’s me,” he said in his husky tone. “How are you?”
I let out a small laugh. “Ah well, you know me sweetie—naked, in bed and horny; how else would I be?” I tried to sound a little more serious and collected, but all I managed was teasing.
His chuckle was music to my ears. “Indeed, how else?” he agreed, sounding pleased. He cleared his throat before he continued. “I just called to tell you I’ve got a little problem going on here,” he said a little more seriously.
“A problem, how so?” I asked and stopped all movement, trying to focus on my husband for a short while.
“Well I had this good hand, a real good one, you know—four nines, four of a kind—I could not lose, you see, so I bet all the money I had, but it was not enough, the pot was too big.”
I sighed. “So you lost your money, so what, just come on home, and take care of your baby. I need you. You should see me, I look so fucking hot tonight,” I told him.
“It is not that simple darlin’, I needed to cover the bet, so I put you up as well.”
He did not need to continue. I knew what would follow. “And I lost—Roman had four Queens. And I need you now. You gotta come on over here, and let the guys have you, for the rest of the night,” he told me, sounding a little regretful, but I knew better; he just needed me to save his ass. I didn’t mind at all, really. “I know what you’re gonna say,” I began, but he went on anyway, “I shouldn’t have lost, should have been more careful, should have considered what was at stake before trusting my luck, but—“