Julie looked over at Tara and said, “Sit on my face.”
The lounge chair was wide enough—and sturdy enough—for all three of us to be on top of it. The nice folks at Strathmore had picked good quality, all right.
Tara straddled Julie’s face, looking toward me. My girlfriend’s eyes lit up as Julie began to lick her pussy. I could see Julie’s tongue snaking up and tasting Tara’s pussy. Tara leaned forward, toward me. I leaned to meet her halfway, so that I could suck on her nipples and add to her pleasure.
Tara lasted a little longer than Julie to reach an orgasm. It was still amazing, though. I thought that I would’ve ejaculated way before them, given that my fantasy of fucking Julie’s melons had come true. It must’ve been due to that All-Day Woody smoothie.
After Tara’s cries died down, she climbed off Julie’s face. Julie rose up, sitting in front of me. Facing me. We kissed, just like we had after Julie exited the pool: beautiful and passionate.
“Your girlfriend tastes good,” Julie said. “Can you taste her on my lips?”
This sort of talk was hot as fuck. I nodded.
“Good,” Julie replied. “Now, I want a little preview.”
She rose up, taking hold of my now-hard dick, and sat on it. Her cunt clasped me. My boner plunged into her warm, wet, cushy world. I let out a huge moan.
Julie didn’t bounce on me. Part of me wanted her to. Part of me wanted to hold her hips and heave upward. Pound the fuck out of her, just like she had requested in her one condition. But another part of me—a bigger part—wanted to finish the tit-job.
Instead of bouncing, Julie sat all the way down, to the base of my shaft. She hugged me, and we kissed again. Her knockers smushed against my chest.
Then she got off of me—just like that. I got to feel her luscious pussy for only a short time.
She grinned at my reaction and said, “I told you it was just a little preview.”
“What’s next?” Tara, still standing next to us, asked.
“I want to finish,” I replied. “Finish with those awesome tits.”
“Pearl necklace time?” Julie asked.
“Yes, please,” I said, sitting up as straight as a rod at the thought of giving her a pearl necklace.
Julie laughed, turned to Tara, and asked, “Is he always this polite?”
“Only when he wants a big favor,” my girlfriend answered.
“So like a man,” Julie said.
She dropped to her knees on the thick white cushion that was still at the side of the lounge chair. She cupped her tits and played with them, teasing me, saying, “Come and get ’em, Stevie baby. Come fuck my tits.”
I scrambled to stand up in front of Julie, and I gave it to her. Right in the cleavage again. She held her jugs for me as I slid between them. It was wonderful to get back to fucking her gorgeous tits again.
But Julie didn’t let me do it for long. She let go of her boobs and said, “Back up, baby. You need more lubrication. Besides, your girlfriend kept hogging it.” She licked my cock like it was a grape-flavored popsicle.
I was in heaven. From a titty-fuck to this?
Tara watched. I stood, uneasily on weak knees, and felt Julie’s lips and watched her head bob on my cock, and occasionally I looked over at Tara. My girlfriend intently watched Julie’s blowjob.
But I only let the blowjob go on for a half minute or so. After all, I was on a mission. My goal was Julie’s rack, not her mouth—even though it was sumptuous and exhilarating.
“No more,” I said. “I want your tits.”
Julie nodded. She knew I wanted to finish my fantasy. She said, “Then come and get ’em. Fuck ’em with your big cock.”
“Fuck ’em hard, honey,” Tara encouraged.
I settled my cock back between Julie’s boobs. Snug between the plump pressure of her ripe melons. The lubrication worked. I slid easily in the channel of her cleavage.
Tara surprised me by moving behind Julie and hugging her. Tara’s arms stretched around Julie, and she held onto Julie’s tits.
Now Tara was pushing smushed Julie’s boobs together. Tara’s fingers criss-crossed as they interlaced in front of Julie’s tits. This was incredibly hot! My girlfriend was squeezing Julie’s boobs together, so I could fuck them!
I stared down at them while my hips were on auto-pilot. I noticed that Tara’s fingernails were deep red. Julie’s were soft pink. But that was trivial. What was important—what was essential—was that my tit-fucking was still going. My fantasy was still happening!
Julie smiled up at me. Tara peered over Julie’s shoulder at my dickhead’s cycle of popping up above Julie’s cleavage and disappearing for a second.
My orgasm approached. It was obviously going to be mammoth. A tremendous one, like in the Valentine’s threesome—when I had spurted all over Tara and Claire, and then passed out. I hoped I wouldn’t pass out this time. More fun was to be had at this club, where fantasies became reality.
As my climax grew closer, I kept pumping Julie’s tits. Kept staring at my titty-fucking cock, then looking up at Julie’s eyes and Tara’s face, then back to Julie’s tits. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
It crested. My orgasm at the peak of the swelling wave. I heaved forward and stopped, leaving my cock extended as far into her snug cleavage as possible.
Did I say a mammoth? Oh yeah—mammoth was right on. Thick spurts of my cream shot up. First hitting Julie’s neck. Then a slash of come across Julie’s cheek. Another spurt reached all the way to Tara’s cheek. Back to hitting Julie’s neck again. Finally, landing on her chest.
I was proud as hell.
When my hosing was all done, I stared down at the two women before me. They stared with wide eyes at Julie’s rack, then up at me.
My chest heaved. Drops of sweat slid down my forehead. That glowing sensation surfaced again, of feeling like a sex god. Yeah, I was surrounded by gods and goddesses of sex. With that long tit-fuck and spraying come-shot, I felt like I deserved to be among them.
Julie looked at me, beaming. No doubt, she was proud of the effect that her tits had on me. She said, “You were like a fucking fountain, Steve.”
“Good God, honey,” Tara added, awe in her voice. “That was huge.”
She released Julie’s boobs. Holding onto Julie’s shoulders, Tara turned her to the side, so they faced each other. They kissed, stunning me as I stood there, my jaw dropped. My fantasy hadn’t included this—but it was actually happening, in all of its wonder.
Tara licked up a line of my come on Julie’s collarbone. It played out in slow motion to me. As did my girlfriend licking up every splash of my cream from Julie’s cheek, neck, and tits.
I stared in disbelief.
But it was truly, amazingly, happening.
To top it off, Julie returned the favor by licking up the line of come from Tara’s cheek. As the women stood up and kissed, I nearly passed out. I sat down on the lounge chair, in case my buckling knees gave out. Didn’t want to fall and crack my head on the tiled ground.
Tara and Julie smiled at me. Julie asked, “Are you gonna have enough strength to fuck me later?”
That’s right. I needed to keep my end of the bargain. “Yeah,” I said. “I sure will. I just need some rest first. Lots of rest.”
“I’m holding you to it. Well, I’m famished. I’m gonna go get some lunch. I had a great time with you guys, and I’ll see you later, buster.” Julie leaned down and kissed me.
While I watched her walk to the restaurant, the scene of the tit-fuck echoed in my mind. The memory shimmered as a mirage, seeming almost like a dream.
Tara brought me back to reality as she sat next to me. “You had ’em, honey. You fucked those big tits. So now, we’re Evie Stevie. Was it as good as you hoped?”
I couldn’t lie, no matter how polite it would’ve been. “It was better,” I confessed.
Surprisingly, Tara grinned. “Good.” She kissed me. Soft and deep a
nd lovingly. “Glad you had a good time after you drooled over her tits for years.”
All I could do was nod to her. It was wish that I never thought would come true. The fact that it did come true was still hard to fathom.
“Okay,” Tara said. “Next up. Tiffany told me that we have massage appointments. She made them for us. What do you think? How ’bout we take a shower, then get a massage?”
“Sounds like heaven.” Well, another heaven in the line of heavens I had experienced at the club so far. From Ashley and Wanda to Julie and Tara.
We got to it. First, we washed off our sweat in the outside showers.
Then we went into the main building and up to the second floor. To the spa area. To a room where couples could get massages, side by side. A nice-looking woman for me; a nice-looking guy for Tara. Both of the staff members wore clothes—same as the waiters and waitresses at the restaurant downstairs.
Tara and I lay down on our stomachs on separate tables, only a few feet from each other.
When my masseuse began rubbing oil on my shoulders, I floated to the clouds. I stayed in cloud-land all during my massage. I was putty in her strong, talented fingers. She spared no muscle—from my neck and shoulders, to my lower back and butt, to my legs and arms. When she asked me to flip over, she had to ask me a few times. I simply didn’t hear her. I wasn’t asleep, but that dreamy state had returned.
And, really, who could blame me? A massage by an experienced artisan will set you on a trip to deep relaxation.
As she rubbed my muscles, visions drifted in my mind. Replays of my two fucks that day. But images of various club members—naked, tanned, and healthy—also swam in my thoughts. Rows of people sunbathing. A guy lapping away at a blonde’s pussy. A short-haired brunette riding on a dude’s lap. Two hotties kissing, then licking each other’s nipples. People fucking on the two bed-stages. Gods and goddesses of sex going at each other. I didn’t know their names. I just knew they were part of a tribe that had been previously hidden to me. A tribe of health and pleasure.
A touch on my dick snapped me back to reality. The floating sex visions vanished. The massage room reappeared. My masseuse’s hand held my erection in a soft fist. I blinked and slowly remembered where I was.
Tara was still on the other massage table. She lay with her tits up, and her masseur was rubbing between her thighs. She watched him with utter satisfaction.
“What are we going to do about this?” my masseuse asked, nodding toward my dick in her hand.
“Uh, how long?” I stammered. “How long have I been asleep?”
“I’ve been massaging you for an hour. I’m not sure you’ve been sleeping. You’ve been moaning as I massaged you.”
“I’m … I’m hard?” The thought seemed far-fetched, given my memories of two big orgasms earlier that day.
“Mmm-hmm. You’re nice and hard.”
Maybe it shouldn’t have seemed far-fetched. The club had skyrocketed my excitement and horniness. Add the All-Day Woody smoothie to the mix, and I was raring to go again.
Besides, multiple erections in a single day were not impossible for me.
My record was five in one day. Back with an ex-girlfriend: Heather. A shy woman who turned into a wild cat in bed. We fucked from early in the morning until far into the night. She used everything she had on me—pussy, mouth, hands, and ass—and she let me come all over her that day. It was a day for the record books.
But then, we broke up. She was ready to move on, didn’t want to settle down just yet. She was much more of a rolling stone than I ever was.
Then I met Tara. And when Tara and I started dating, she didn’t come close to Heather’s wildness. However, Tara had recently surpassed Heather with her naughtiness. Heather had never set up a threesome with another woman joining us. Tara had done things with me that I’d never thought I’d do.
“Don’t be so surprised,” my masseuse said. “It’s hard and ready to go. Would you like a rub? It’s against the rules for me to perform fellatio or have intercourse with members. But a rub is okay.” She softly, slowly stroked my shaft.
I was faced with a dilemma. Would I have enough in me to come here, and then get hard again to fuck Julie? Or should I play it safe and skip the masseuse’s hand, so I could fuck Julie? This was difficult.
The masseuse had shifted to her fingertips, slowly sliding up and down my boner. It felt incredibly nice and relaxing. It would’ve been easy to say “yes” and let her powerful fingers work their magic, and I would again make my best impersonation of a fountain: spurting come high in the air. I would’ve loved to see that. See it leap up. See it land on her hand. Ooze down her fingers.
But no. No no no. I couldn’t. What if I didn’t get hard again? I wouldn’t be able to hold up my part of the bargain with Julie. I would break our deal. That would be a horrible way to start what could be a very nice relationship.
Tara said she loved Julie’s tits. I very much wanted to see Tara suck on them again. I wanted to suck them, too, and fuck Julie like mad. And do that many times over.
“I can’t,” I said. “I promised Jul—a, uh, member that I’d save myself for her today.”
The masseuse nodded. I liked her kind face. I liked her auburn hair in a single braid down the back. Her fingers stopped circling my shaft and simply rested on my thigh. “That’s good of you to keep to your promise. The day’s still young, though. It’s not even one o’clock. How many times have you ejaculated today?”
“Twice.”
“Healthy guy like you could fit in a couple more. I bet you could. Have you ever ejaculated more than twice in one day?”
She had a point. Several times with Tara, I had managed three ejaculations in a single day. I said, “Yeah, I have. Even did five times once.”
Her eyebrows lifted, and she seemed impressed. “Five times, huh? Nice job. If you let me finish here, how about I help you get hard again? I know acupuncture, and that can unblock the energy inside you. Give you a boost. Because, well, I promised Tiffany and Kiefer that I’d make sure you’re taken care of. Sebastian made a similar promise for your girlfriend.”
Sebastian must’ve been the masseur. And, sure enough, the handsome masseur was taking care of Tara. His hands were busy between her legs. Tara was continually moaning, and her face showed complete relaxation.
I wondered if Tara had heard me when I said my orgasm record was five in a day. But then, I had told her that before, since she had asked me once.
That didn’t matter right now. Now was dilemma time. I weighed my options carefully.
“Do you trust me?” my masseuse asked.
I decided to trust her. After all, as she had said, the day was young. Hopefully, I’d still have some strength left for Julie. Hopefully, acupuncture would do the trick. And I could grab another All-Day Woody smoothie, too.
“Yeah,” I answered. “I trust you.”
The masseuse’s pleasant face smiled broadly. “Good. Now let go of your worries and enjoy this. I know I will.”
Enjoyment was right. Relaxed, easy enjoyment. Not the hot electricity of titty-fucking Julie. This was far different. I returned to the drowsy floating world. Her talented hands pleasured me in ways I had never felt before. They stroked and gently twisted my rod. They massaged my nuts. They rubbed my taint—the area between my nuts and asshole. Her hands worked in unison, so that I felt stroking on my cock at the same time that my balls were rolled in circles. Her techniques made my body glow with joy.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God!”
The yells shocked me out of my floating vacation. Tara on the next table. Crying out. Her face pinched. Eyes shut tight. Mouth open. Her hands cupping her tits, fingers kneading her nipples. Sebastian’s hands were between her legs, rubbing away.
“Oh God, that feels so fucking good!”
My girlfriend’s cries of bliss sent me over the edge. This wasn’t going to be a marathon erection like before. Tingling grew in my loins,
and I came in my third orgasm of the day.
I didn’t create the spurting fountain I had envisioned when my masseuse proposed a handjob. I had left so much come on Julie and Tara after the tit-fuck, that not much was left in me. Come pumped out of my dick and slid over the masseuse’s fingers. That part of my vision became reality, and it was sexy to watch. I loved the cream oozing over her fingers that were wrapped around my shaft. The masseuse also watched it, and she looked content over her success.
When I was all done, the masseuse left to retrieve a washcloth. Tara smiled over to me. She looked utterly relaxed.
“I need some dick,” she said to me. “You’re all spent. And Sebastian can’t do it. Like your masseuse said, they can’t fuck the members or guests. Honey, do you mind if I go back to the pool and fuck someone?”
“I, uh…” I tried to form an answer, but I was still a bit out of it. From my own massage and orgasm. I tried to get a handle on her request.
Tara continued: “I know I made the rule that we need to fuck in front of each other. But is it okay that I fuck someone else without you there?”
Her desire was completely reasonable. After all, she had joined Julie and me without having her pussy filled. Her mouth, yes. But not her pussy. Then, after her masseur’s hands got her off, it was understandable how she would yearn for a dick inside of her pussy.
“Go ahead,” I said, sitting up on the massage table.
“Thanks, sweetie,” she replied and came over to me and kissed me. “I heard you’re getting acupuncture.”
“Yeah.”
My masseuse appeared and rubbed my dick and balls with a wonderfully warm washcloth.
“Be gentle with him, okay?” Tara asked my masseuse.
“Of course. You saw what happened when I wasn’t gentle. He came all over my hand.”
My girlfriend grinned. “Yeah, he’s good at that. You should’ve seen him come on Julie and me.” She turned to me. “Okay, honey. I’ll see you later. I know you’ll get back up to speed, so that you can fuck Julie. You always stick to your word. It’s something I love about you.”
Tara and I have had a few swinging experiences, but her saying stuff like that still astonished me. Her words, said during our bungalow weekend, echoed in my brain: I want to see them jiggle as you fuck her. Steve will fuck Julie. And I’ll be there holding her big tits.
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