I began a regular rhythm of fucking. No need to jump right into pounding away at her. There would be time for that later. I prayed that I would last long, that my endurance I had during the tit-fuck would show up again.
I kept up a good rhythm—with a solid heave inward before slowly sliding back. I loved how her jugs jiggled with each of my strong heaves forward, as I filled her up as much as possible. Then I slid backward—but not entirely out of her beautiful pussy. Just my dickhead remained inside, while I paused, and then I pushed forward again.
I could see people all around the pool area. Some watched, but I couldn’t be sure if they watched Julie and me—or the action on the other stage.
I glanced behind me: Derek was fucking Tara in doggy-style. I could see his hairless back and butt, and I could make out Tara’s shoulders and head.
Many of the people out there didn’t watch us. They were busy fucking or sucking or simply engaging in something else.
Still, though, we had an audience. My nervous energy mixed with a desire to show off. Similar to my first experience with group sex, back at the holiday party, when I took Tara to the couch and had her ride on me. I wanted to show off back then, and now the same want popped up.
I pulled Julie’s legs up, against my body. Her thighs pressed against my stomach, and her ankles rested on my shoulders. My dick sank deeper. My thrusts were stronger.
“Oh yeah,” Julie moaned, louder than before. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me.”
I loved Julie’s encouragements, and that my side of the bargain was being paid. And I loved how her tits jiggled more vigorously with my stronger thrusts.
“Fuck yeah,” she moaned. “Fuck me deep, Steve. Mmm, yeah. So, so deep.”
Certainly I was deeper than before, when her legs were tilted out like wings. Now, they angled up like a “V” against me. Deep felt very, very nice.
Applause startled me. Not lots of raucous clapping, like in an audience at a Broadway play. Instead, this was a smattering of applause across the lounging and eating areas. A wave of pride rolled through me. I thought they were clapping for me. Okay, okay. Call me conceited. But I really thought that. I don’t know why they would clap for me in missionary position, but there it was. I mean, my position didn’t hold a candle to Derek’s standing fuck.
Oh, right. Derek. Derek and my girlfriend.
Over on the other stage, Derek still stood behind Tara, who was still on all fours. But Derek’s ass wasn’t doing the obvious humping motion that it was doing before. Instead, it was motionless. Derek’s forearm was doing all the work—it was pivoting back and forth. The obvious motion of jerking off.
Beyond Derek’s jerking arm, Tara caught my eye. She was looking back at me, maybe checking out what I was doing. When Tara and I made eye contact, she winked at me.
I grinned, gave her a wink back, and then turned back to Julie. I had interrupted our action twice already and wanted to get right back to it. I resumed my deep pumping, her tits resumed jiggling, and she resumed moaning. It was nice how her nipples moved, like nodding—as if they were saying “yes, yes, yes” over and over.
After a minute, I stopped again. But not to check out Tara and Derek. No, this was just for Julie. I sank to my knees and set upon licking Julie’s clitoris again. Julie had halted my cunnilingus before, and I aimed to finish the deed.
“Yes!” Julie yelled. “Fuck yeah! Oh God, Steve, don’t stop that. Don’t you dare fucking stop. Please please please.”
Soon, she was bucking and singing the sweet song of orgasm. That lovely music sounded sweet to my ears, like a reward. Pleased that my licking succeeded, I kept my lips pressed against her clitoris until her cries of ecstasy slowed.
Then I stood up, pumped with pride. I was victorious with getting this hot woman to come. I was poised to enter her for some more fucking when Tara suddenly appeared at my side.
“Wait,” she said. “I want to taste her on you.”
With that, she lowered and swallowed my cock. Today was one unexpected turn after another—and they were all good. I certainly wasn’t complaining as my girlfriend held my dick in her mouth, gently sucking on it, as she tasted another woman’s pussy on me. Surely, Julie had left plenty of her juices on my shaft. Tara looked pleased with that, as she now gave my shaft a few long slurps. Cleaning off the pussy juices.
“There,” Tara said. “Now fuck her some more.”
I had no complaint there either. Julie’s face relaxed again as I eased inside her. Tara leaned down and sucked on Julie’s nipples while squeezing her jugs. Julie moaned louder as she watched Tara’s mouth on her nipples.
Shiny spots were on Tara’s butt and lower back. Derek’s come. Had to be. Derek’s come was on my girlfriend. I had seen that mark before. I had made it. And I had seen Kiefer come on Tara’s lower back, during our threesome at the bungalow. Derek’s jizz on her back didn’t seriously bother me.
How could it bother me, with my dick deep in Julie’s hot, moist pussy? With Tara taking turns sucking on Julie’s nipples? With Tara squeezing those plump melons?
Tara reached down and rubbed Julie’s clitoris. Zeroed right in on it. Immediately, Julie reacted. Her body arched. Her legs gripped my waist in a vice. I kept right on pumping.
“Fuck yes!” Julie cried out. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Tara picked the right time and the right spot. Julie quivered as she continued to cry out. Tara didn’t let up on sucking Julie’s nipples.
Eventually, as Julie’s second orgasm calmed down, Tara stopped rubbing her clitoris and just kept her hand there. When Julie’s legs eased their grip, I backed out, squelching out of her pussy.
Julie frowned at me. “What gives?”
“Another position,” I replied. “Let’s switch to something else. Wanna ride me?”
She beamed. “Love to.”
As I settled on the bed, Julie sat up and said, “Goddamn, I loved that. You two are lots of fun, you know that?”
Which was good to hear from a Strathmore pro. Her words held the potential for more to come after that day. And I loved that idea, coming from Julie.
As I lay on my back, I remembered laying down for the massage and acupuncture. Truly, energy surged through me. I felt vibrant, strong, hard. Hard as a marble Roman column to take on my big-boobed goddess.
That goddess straddled me and held my marble column. For a second, my dickhead touched her velvety pussy lips. That image—like so many others that day—seared into my mind. It was the touch before the plunge. The standing on the pool’s edge, toes curling over the edge, arms outstretched, and palms touching. The thrilling anticipation before diving in.
Then Julie sank down, and I dove into her hot pool.
“Damn,” I groaned.
“Damn right,” Julie groaned back and began to ride me.
“Oh my God,” Tara said, staring at Julie’s bobbing tits. “God, I so want to fuck you.”
“You’ll have your turn,” Julie said to her. “But now, it’s all Steve.” Her face turned to me. “I’m gonna pound you right back. You got that, Stevie boy?”
My eyes narrowed. “Give it to me.”
A tight smile rose at a corner of her lips. Her torso leaned forward quickly. I thought she was going to land on me—but she saved herself in time. She landed with her palms hitting the bed. A palm on either side of my chest. Her face was mere inches away from mine. She kissed me as her hips pumped.
After her lips left mine, she looked up and let out a long groan.
With her back arched like this, her tits dangled enticingly—so I grabbed two big handholds and sucked on these ripe melons.
This was it. The return of the Zen, dream-like world. Same as when I had fucked Julie’s titties. Same as when I had received a massage and acupuncture needles. So it happened again. My entire focus was Julie. Her luscious cunt fucking me so beautifully, her hard nipples in my mouth, her mounds of firm flesh in my hands, her moans above
me. The rest of the world fell away into blurry nonsense. Mist. Fuck the rest of the world. Fuck ’em. Because this total hottie was fucking me.
As my body was open to every sensation from Julie, my mind flashed through images. This time, images of Julie from my mental vault. Images of her at Christmas parties in snug sweaters, at Fourth of July barbeques in skimpy tank tops, at Superbowl parties in a football jersey cut low to show magnificent cleavage. Images of her at the orgy, when she was riding cowgirl on a guy and sucking on another guy.
But now, she was my hot cowgirl. I was the bucking bronco. Or, rather, the bronco being bucked by her hips that pushed her pussy up and down, sliding its juicy flesh against my happy cock. All while I got to suckle her boobs.
Those mental vault images flashed and swirled. Those images that had fueled my fantasies and many masturbation sessions. They were joined with fresh images from today: me titty-fucking and mouth-fucking this hot woman.
And they were joined with the sensation of her plush pussy and her jugs and her bumpy nipples and her warm, smooth thighs sliding against me.
I lost track of time. Same as during other events of that day, of the titty-fucking, massage, and acupuncture. Could’ve been two minutes. Could’ve been two hours. However long, those minutes were wonderful, glowing, succulent, and blissful.
My beautiful cowgirl sat up. Her fun-bags left my hands. Her nipple left my lips. Thankfully, her pussy stayed on my dick. Her hips rolled softly, smoothly, in a calmer rhythm. Her boobs gently jiggled. The nipples glistened with saliva from all my sucking. Above them, her calm, joy-filled face gazed down at me.
Far beyond her face, a puffy cloud lazily drifted. All was right with the world. My world. Julie’s world. I wanted to stay there, under Julie, all day.
Yet again, my dreamy state was interrupted.
From out of no-where, long blonde hair flashed in front of Julie. The hair softly settled on a tanned woman’s back. The woman’s head was at Julie’s chest. Sucking on Julie’s tits, no doubt.
Some blonde woman had jumped right between us—what the hell?
After a moment, the blonde turned to me. Her gorgeous face looked familiar, but I couldn’t place it right away.
“Great tits, huh?” the blonde said.
I was speechless. Still surfacing from my dream world.
“Persistent bitch, aren’t you?” Julie said.
The blonde grinned, still faced me. “Oh, just saying hi. I wanted his girlfriend to meet Craig. She looked like a fifth wheel up here.”
“Craig?” Julie asked, then twisted to look behind us.
I followed her gaze toward the other stage. Tara, facing us, was riding on top of a guy. A second cowgirl for the crowd.
“So, is this little party still exclusive?” the blonde asked.
Where had I heard that before? I grasped for where I had seen this blonde before.
“Okay, fine,” Julie said. “But just for a couple minutes. I’m not done with him.” She lifted off my dick and looked down at me, her eyes deadly serious. “But if you come in Vivian, I’ll kill you.”
Vivian. Ah, now it clicked into place. When I had returned to the pool area after my acupuncture. The three women sitting at a patio table. Julie and ponytailed Trisha and the gorgeous blonde. Vivian.
Now, she was on top of me, pushing herself down, filling herself with my hard-on.
“Mmm,” she purred with a big grin. “I guess being a persistent bitch pays off.”
It did—for her and for me. What did I tell you? The day was full of nice surprises. And having this gorgeous blonde riding my dick was certainly a nice surprise. She was no complete replacement for Julie, though. I wanted to eventually get back to my busty honey. Just after a some blonde pussy first.
Vivian folded forward, bringing her face and tits toward me. We kissed as her hips picked up speed. Doing the same thing as Julie had done when we started fucking in cowgirl position.
Except the kissing was different. Vivian was more aggressive, more rushed. I had enjoyed Julie’s patient, sensual, and tender kissing much more. It told me that she was enjoying the moment. Vivian seemed like she had something to prove.
But I wasn’t going to push her off me. No yet. There was much fun to be had in feeling her pussy pound me and her tits in my hands. It wasn’t all my senses glowing and my mind floating off to the dreamy world. But all sex wasn’t like that.
Vivian was more like the rushed quickies that Tara and I sometimes had. Yeah, they were quick—but they were still fun, in their searing hot passion.
Vivian’s wrestling lips let go of mine. She raised her head and cried out: “Yes! Yes! Fuck me with that big cock! Oh God, yes! Goddamn, your cock feels so fucking good!”
Flattering, yes, and pride swelled in me. Yet, she seemed louder in her gushing than was really called for in the moment. More like she was doing it for show.
Screw it, though. I sucked on her tits and enjoyed the ride.
But soon, a thought popped in my brain: What if Vivian was trying to make me come in her? I had to wonder: Was she trying to outdo Julie? Had Vivian’s ego been wounded when I showed more lust for Julie?
I didn’t want to end like this. I didn’t want to come in Vivian. She wasn’t the one I had fantasized about for years. Yeah, I had come on Julie already, but I wasn’t done with her. Not yet.
I said, “Okay, Vivian. Your turn’s up.”
She stopped yelling out to the sky, and she looked down at me. She wasn’t pleased.
“Sorry,” I said, feeling bad. “But I made a promise to Julie.”
Her displeased expression stayed put. Like she couldn’t believe a man would ask her to get off of him. I sat up, hugging her, and this raised up both of our torsos. When I was sitting upright, she sat in my lap.
I kissed her, and then I said, “No hard feelings, okay? Can I get a raincheck? Do this another day?”
Her face eased its hardness. I had seen this look before, when someone gets upset then tries to cover it up. This was a dilemma for me, as my decision would lead to one of the babes being disappointed. And I picked Vivian to be disappointed, instead of Julie.
Vivian gave me a forced smile. “Okay. Yeah, okay. That’s fine. Another time. We’ll do it another time. Have fun with Miss Big Boobs.” She slipped off my lap and turned toward the stairs.
Later on that day, I remembered that scene and made a mental note to be careful around Vivian. She acted like a diva. Everyone else at the club was a friendly as could be. Vivian demanded more attention. As gorgeous as she was and a great fuck, I figured that I’d better watch my step with her.
As Vivian left the stage, I saw Tara still on top of the guy on the other stage. She saw me and gave me a quick wave. I waved back.
A hand touched my shoulder. Julie. She was standing next to me—and she must’ve been standing there while Vivian and I were going at it.
Her face was difficult to read. Not angry, not excited. I stood and kissed her. Her tits felt nice smushed against my chest. I welcomed the feeling of them again, and the warmth of her.
“Sorry about that,” Julie whispered in my ear. “Viv can be pushy.”
Also later on, I realized that Julie was strategic in whispering to me. After all, we were in front of everybody. Talking loudly about Vivian wouldn’t have been the best thing to do. So whispering was a smart way to do it.
“That’s okay,” I whispered back. “I’m sorry you had to wait.”
We made out for a few moments, and it felt wonderful. I knew that I had made the right choice in going back to this beautiful woman. She was hot, yes, but Julie also had a beautiful heart.
Then—I couldn’t help myself—I went back to her tits. I held ’em and squeezed ’em and suckled ’em. I tell you, I couldn’t get enough of these wonders.
And Julie knew that. She let me go for awhile, then she gently pushed me away and said, “Okay, titty boy, that’s enough for now.”
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p; She lowered and sucked my cock. After I enjoyed it for a few seconds, I followed her lead by gently pushing her away.
“Okay, cock sucker,” I said. “I need your pussy. Why don’t you get on your hands and knees.”
She giggled and replied, “Love to.”
So I found myself easing back into Julie’s pussy, as she crouched before me. Doggy-style all the way, baby. We were back on the stage’s bed, and my dick was buried to the hilt. The smooth curves of her hips were in my hands. Her sandy-colored hair caressed her back.
This was a new view of Julie, after I’d seen lots of views of her today—from her thrusting out of the pool, to tit-fucking her, to missionary, to cowgirl. Lots of exhilarating views of this amazing woman.
The day clicked into place again. This is what was supposed to happen. I’m not talking fate here—I’m saying that being with Julie simply felt right. After all, Tara’s purpose for coming to the Strathmore Club was to hook me up with Julie. Payback for me setting up a threesome with Kiefer.
Fucking Vivian had been great, don’t get me wrong. But fucking her also seemed like a detour. A sidetrack from the path I had set to walk down when I came to this club.
I held tight onto Julie’s hips and pounded away at her, with all my lust built up by my fantasies of her through the years. Those fantasy movies of Julie—which I had jerked off to many times—spilled out as I drilled her sweet pussy. This time, no mental movies played in my brain. They didn’t have to. I was living my fantasy. I simply unleashed those dreams as I hammered into Julie in real life.
At the same time, I inhaled the world around me. Out there were members of Strathmore, some busy with their own sex, some swimming, some sitting at tables while eating and chatting. Some watching me. One cute chick smiled at me, made eye contact with me. She didn’t wink or blow an air kiss or push a bulge in her cheek to simulate fellatio. No raunchy, teasing gestures. Just a nice smile. I took it to mean she was enjoying our performance.
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