This turn-around amazes me. How fast we’ve gone from introducing ourselves at breakfast to becoming fuck buddies. I wonder if the speed is due to us being aroused for many days, and now we’re finally getting around to doing something about it.
I’m hit by the memory of the holiday party.
Because, back then, Tara and I had this speed. After we fucked on the sofa, each of us fucked two other people. We had that daring spirit, and it burst out of us when given the chance.
Kevin and Gwen are like that. Their daring spirit is in there, waiting, pacing, lusting to get out. Tara and I are giving that spirit a means of escape. Of course, they had already let that spirit out by having sex on the beach. We’re just letting the spirit run a lot farther.
After we finish up dinner, it’s back to our honeymoon suite.
Tara practically rips off her bikini and Kevin’s swim trunks. She’s a whirlwind, shoving off clothes and shoving the guy on the bed. His cock is already hard. Tara climbs aboard him and sits on his dick.
“Yes!” she cries out—and then she frowns and says at her normal volume, “Sorry, that was loud. It’s just that it’s about fucking time.” She lowers more, sinking down on his pole. “Mmm. So fucking good. Fill me up, Kevin.” Lower still, making more of his long rod disappear. “Fill me up with your big dick. All the way, baby.” She sits fully down on his lap. “Oh God, so much cock. It’s so fucking long. Oh fuck, it’s so fucking good.” She starts moving forward and backward, rubbing her ass cheeks on his thighs. Not humping him yet, more like simply enjoying the feeling of this new dick inside her.
I turn to Gwen and say, “Sorry my dick’s not as big as his.”
Not missing a beat, Gwen replies, “Sorry my boobs aren’t as big as that blonde’s.”
“So what? You’ve got great tits.” I untie her bikini top and smile at her breasts. “Remember I called them beautiful?”
“Of course. But you were just using your wife’s word for my boyfriend’s cock.”
“Sure, but I meant it.” I cup her tits and lick her nipples to back that up.
Gwen coos her appreciation. “And you know what? You’ve got a great dick. You didn’t hear me complaining earlier, did you?”
“Uh-uh,” I murmur with a mouth full of nipple.
Maybe she’s just being polite, saying that so my feelings won’t be hurt over her boyfriend’s longer dick. But she’s right. She certainly wasn’t complaining earlier. Panting? Yes. Moaning? Check. Complaining? Nope.
“Okay, okay,” Gwen giggles after a bit. “You did all the work earlier. It’s my turn.”
Yeah, she’s polite, all right. She directs me to lie on the bed, next to Kevin. My turn to stretch out. And it’s her turn to be on top. Now there are double cowgirls riding the studs. We’re on the big honeymoon bed, side by side, with some space between us. Gwen looks wonderful up there, straddling me. She feels even better—her soft, wet pussy hugging my dick, sliding up and down it.
“You like that, boys?” Tara asks. “Getting humped by the ladies?”
Kevin and I heartily agree.
“Bet you like watching two sets of boobs bouncing, huh?” Tara asks.
Again, we heartily agree. I love how their racks jiggle and jounce with their fucking. True, neither of them has big melons like Savannah, but these two pairs of tits are gorgeous.
Gwen slides her legs, so that her feet are flat on the bed. Then she leans back, steadying herself with her arms angled back as diagonal supports. This position pushes her chest up and opens her legs and pussy lips. She humps me with more energy.
Glorious! Glorious to watch and glorious to feel. I love how this cute brunette energetically bounces on my cock.
Does she hump Kevin’s longer dick with this much energy? Maybe she doesn’t, since she could get hurt by his larger member. But with my medium-sized cock, she can hump like a hurricane. Just speculating here.
Oh, shut up, I tell myself. This cute babe is rocking my cock, and it feels fantastic. That’s the important thing here, not dick length.
Soon, Gwen sits up straight. She bends forward, toward me. Her arms reach above my head, her hands gripping the headboard. She’s pounding, humping furiously, bouncing like crazy on my cock. Her hair drapes down and sways. Sweat beads on her cheeks and chest. Tits jiggling wildly. Eyes boring into mine. Ferocious. She’s got a fierce intensity—a rare gem.
And I fucking love it. I’m awe-struck and motionless. All I can do is lay there and stare at her savage fucking, feel her pussy pound me.
At some point, Gwen stops abruptly. She sits up. Turns her head. I follow her attention, discover that Tara is no longer straddling Kevin. Instead, Tara’s positioned her tits above Kevin’s dick. She’s jerking his dick. Kevin’s groans escalate, and he spurts white cream on Tara’s boobs.
Gwen sits still while she sees her boyfriend come on another woman.
I remember that in our earlier sex, Tara was facing away from Gwen when Kevin came in her mouth. This is different. This is a lot more visual. This is come splattering against Tara’s chest. This is lines of come sliding down the slopes of her tits. This is a money-shot.
“Feel good, honey?” Gwen asks as Kevin’s come ekes out.
He groans. “Fuck yeah.”
“Mmm. Good. It looked like it felt good. And this cock feels good, too.” Gwen turns back to me and closes her eyes. “Mmm. This cock that’s deep in my pussy.” Her hips start rolling.
I’m prepared for her to unleash her fury on me again. But she doesn’t. Still with her eyes closed, her arms reach up, stretch toward the ceiling, and her hands clasp way up there. This stretch causes her breasts to stand out, their curves emphasized. Her face glows with pleasure. Gwen transitions from being cute to beautiful. An image of loveliness softly rolling, softly rising and falling, on top of me.
She takes my breath away. Actually, she took my breath away when she started humping me—and she hasn’t given it back yet.
Her arms lower, and her eyes open as she smiles down at me. She still humps me in a tender rhythm, a much different speed than the savagery of before.
Tara appears at our side, kneeling on the bed. Her chest is clean. I guess she went to the bathroom and scrubbed off Kevin’s come. When she kisses Gwen’s nipples, Gwen turns her smile to my wife.
Tara gently sucks on Gwen’s nipples, then says down to me, “Time to eat pussy, hubbie dear,” and she sits on my face.
I’m happy to do it. I lap away at my wife’s cunt above my face as Gwen humps my cock. The moans from above are muffled by Tara’s thighs pressed against my ears. Judging from the moans, I’m guessing the ladies are enjoying their rides.
My view is darkness created by Tara’s ass and pussy. However, Kevin is treated to the view of two hotties riding me and playing with each other. I bet Tara is sucking on Gwen’s tits—that’s her style. I hope Gwen returns the favor. Kevin has a great view, but I wouldn’t trade places with him for the world. Feeling these two pussies is fantastic.
I have no idea how long the slurping, humping, and muffled moans last. My sense of time is lost. At some point, the darkness suddenly breaks into light as Tara lifts off my face. Gwen looks down at me with an expression I haven’t seen on her before. It’s pleasure, yeah, but something more than that.
“Can you breathe okay down there?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I reply. “I’d be dead by now if I couldn’t.”
“Good point.”
“But what a wonderful way to go.”
Gwen’s lovely smile warms me. “Glad you think so. ’Cause I’m coming over.”
This lovely brunette moves from clasping my cock with her pussy to sitting on my face. Darkness again. I don’t see Tara, but I definitely feel her ease down on my cock. Her pussy’s insanely wet. So is Gwen’s. I lick Gwen’s twat with gusto, reveling in the feeling of two pussies again. I love giving Gwen bliss in the powerful one-two punch of cock and mouth. Well, punch soun
ds too aggressive. This isn’t aggressive. This is powerful, hot, sensual, and dripping wet.
Muffled sounds arrive from above again. I’m not sure if the ladies have any orgasms—but I hope they are having lots of them. I want to be a god of sex, like I felt back at Strathmore. A god who can give two women multiple orgasms at the same time. A god who has marathon boners. Who can pull off a standing fuck position. Who can give Gwen such a good fucking, she’ll never forget it.
I love giving oral favors to Gwen. Maybe it’s because I’m really attracted to her, and I like hanging out with her so much. Who knows. Now’s not the time for inner reflection. Now’s the time for eating pussy. I lap everywhere—her asshole, pussy lips, inside her wet cunt, tickle the erect clitoris. The whole area moves as her hips grind on my face. I take it as a good sign, and I hope again that these ladies are having several orgasms.
Eventually, all good things come to an end. And that includes marathon boners. When my tingling starts, part of me is happy. Another part is disappointed, as it wants to keep going with these hotties. But when my come explodes into my wife, there’s no disappointment. Complete ecstasy.
When my come surges, Tara stops humping. Her butt sits fully down on my thighs, my cock shoved as deep inside of her as it can go. I stop licking. I groan against Gwen’s pussy. I simply feel the bliss roll through me, rolling with a tremendous climax, pulsating all the way to the tips of my toes.
Gwen is the first to climb off me. “Damn, you lasted a long time,” she says.
Pride swells in me. I love feeling like a god of sex.
“Yeah,” Tara says. “Sometimes he’s like that. All that swinging, I guess. He calls them his marathon boners.”
Laughs from all around as I smile and reply, “And you love ’em, baby.”
“Yeah, I do,” Tara says. “You make your wife very satisfied. And then you come so much afterward, too. You’re a fucking volcano.” She goes into the bathroom to wipe between her legs.
In the afterglow, we sit on the balcony while sipping spiced rum and pineapple juice. The night air feels and smells sweet. We talk and laugh and have a great time. All while naked.
I’m amazed at how relaxed Gwen and Kevin are around Tara and me. It’s a much different scene than last night with Savannah and Luke, who were sloppy and loud with booze.
“How about we spend the night here, honey?” Gwen asks Kevin.
Grinning, he replies, “I’d love to.”
*****
I blink awake. A faint remnant of a dream lingers. Something about dropping into the ocean and falling far into the blue depths, the fear of drowning spiking in me.
But I’m not underwater. I’m on a bed. A big bed. Comfortable, soft sheets. Alone.
Sounds come from across the room.
There they are. In the hot tub. Well, Kevin’s sitting on the side of the tub. Gwen and Tara are in the hot tub’s water. They’re both sucking on Kevin’s cock. Kevin stares down at them with eyes like balloons.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Tara says to me.
I wave back. She returns to join Gwen in licking Kevin’s shaft. Gwen doesn’t turn around—she’s really into blowing her boyfriend. With another woman.
I feel well rested. I slept really deeply. All that great sex yesterday knocked me out. Watching the hot tub action, it strikes me as nicely balanced. Last night, Kevin watched as the two ladies rode on top of me. Now, I’m watching the ladies take care of him.
They’re taking extremely good care of him. Two tongues lick his tower at the same time. Then one babe sucks on his dick while another laps his balls. They take turns plunging his cock into their mouths. Wrapping their lips around the meat. Sliding up and down his long member.
Kevin’s loving every second. His balloon eyes and deep groans show how well the two hotties are doing. Doesn’t take long before his breath quickens. Gwen locks her lips on his dick and bobs her head. When Kevin lets go a huge grunt, Gwen’s head stops. Kevin trembles, shakes, nearly has a seizure. Gwen stays put during all of it, her lips clamped against his cock.
Tara looks on with satisfaction. She reminds me of an instructor watching students successfully pull off a task. When Gwen releases her boyfriend’s cock and sits back, Tara looks downright proud.
“Ooo,” Tara coos. “You dirty girl. You got it all?”
“Yep,” Gwen says, wiping her lips with her hand. “Every drop.”
“Have you ever had that before?” Tara asks Kevin, who looks like he could pass out. “Two women sucking your dick?”
“Uh-uh. Never.” He sounds completely out of it.
“Has Gwen ever swallowed your come before?”
“Uh-uh.”
“I love it when I see firsts,” Tara says. “You’ve hit the lottery twice, buddy. Got your come swallowed and your dick sucked by two hot chicks.”
“Huh,” Kevin weakly responds. “More than twice. I hit the jackpot yesterday, too.”
“Ha. True, true. All of us hit the jackpot.” Tara then turns to me. “Hey, hubbie. Got any morning wood?”
Gotta love that woman. I get out of bed, stretch my arms to the ceiling, and present my hard lumber. Tara smiles at my wood as I walk to the hot tub and sink in. The tub is large enough to fit three people comfortably. Two babes and me. Soaking in the warm water feels incredible. After a couple minutes of soaking, I sit up on the edge of the hot tub, water dripping from my cock.
Tara slides over to me, kisses my dickhead, and says, “You deserve it after last night. My hard-working husband, pleasing two women at once.”
“Yeah,” I reply. “And what hard work that was, let me tell you. It was brutal.”
Tara smirks. “I’m sure it was really tough.”
The lapping begins. Like I said, you’ve gotta love this woman. My wife gives amazing head, and I’m immensely grateful that her blowjobs haven’t stopped after we got married. Some of my single friends had joked with me that women stop giving hummers after the wedding day. But that hasn’t been true with Tara. Actually, she’s given me some long, powerful blowjobs since our wedding day.
Gwen rests her hands on my thigh as she watches Tara give my shaft and balls a tongue bath. Gwen asks, “Do you shave down there?”
“He sure does,” Tara answers for me. “And it’s so yummy. Mmm.” Her lips engulf my cock, slide down, take the top half of my hard meat inside her mouth.
“Wow,” Gwen says. “I didn’t even notice yesterday. I was so busy fucking you. Or getting fucked by you.”
Tara’s head bobs a few times, then she lets go and says to Gwen, “So, are you gonna just watch, or are you gonna suck on this yummy cock?”
Gwen answers by leaning down and licking me. She’s hesitant. Doesn’t plunge right into it.
I realize that she hasn’t blown me yet. This is her first time tasting me. I wonder if she’s nervous because Kevin is a few feet away. She’s licking a guy who’s not her boyfriend. Maybe she’s feeling weird about it. If she is, that’s not stopping her from making long licks on my dick.
Tara joins the licking party, and I love watching both women give me oral at the same time. It’s a view and a feeling that will never get old for me. Gwen seems to get more comfortable as she keeps licking.
She grins at my balls. “It’s just so smooth down here. So soft and so smooth.” She gently sucks at my nuts, alternating them in her mouth and lapping at the underside of them. “I can see why you like it, Tara.”
Tara’s head bobs on my pole as Gwen is busy with my balls. When Gwen comes up for air, Tara leans my dick toward her. As my cock enters Gwen’s mouth for the first time, I’m delighted to see it. This cute and passionate brunette now feels comfortable enough to take my cock into her mouth.
My wife and Gwen alternate sucking me. They tilt my rod back and forth, passing it to the other. They lick it at the same time. One sucks my dickhead, while the other juggles my balls in her mouth. It’s a sensational blowjob.
No marathon boner for me this time. I’ve never been able to maintain a marathon boner during a double blowjob. It’s one of my weaknesses, like titty-fucking. C’mon, how can any man last long with two hotties treating his dick like it’s a delicious meal?
Tara picks up on my cues—she’s seen them tons of times. She slips my cock from Gwen’s mouth, and a bit of disappointment pangs in me. Would’ve been nice to blow my load in a new mouth. But that disappointment vanishes as Tara’s lips clamp around my shaft and her head bobs and my orgasm surfaces and my come bursts into my wife’s mouth and she stops bobbing. Gwen massages my nuts while watching my face twist and Tara’s face light up as she receives my come into her mouth—and she swallows all of it down.
You’ve seriously gotta love this woman. This is not the first time my wife has swallowed my come since we got married. After Tara swallows all my cream, she releases me and leans back against the hot tub wall. Looking indulgent in the bubbling water with a proud expression.
“You ladies need a turn,” I say. “Evie Stevie.”
Tara replies, “Gwen, if it’s okay with you, how about we take a rain check? I’m famished for breakfast. Even after swallowing my hubbie’s come.”
“Fine with me,” Gwen says. “Let the men bask in their pleasure for awhile.”
Bask we do, while toweling dry from the hot tub and getting dressed. We stop by Gwen and Kevin’s room, so they can change into new clothes—they were still wearing the swimsuits that they wore yesterday.
The usual breakfast crowd is in the restaurant. Not Savannah and Luke, though. Same as yesterday morning. Where are they? I don’t get it—and it feels like they’ve disappeared. I’m bummed that I haven’t seen them since Tara and I left their room a couple of nights ago.
I feel bad for how we left it. I mean, it was embarrassing, yeah. But it’s not like it was horrible. Tara was annoyed with Savannah’s attitude, but I hope she has let it go since then.
Breakfast is fun with Gwen and Kevin. What a difference a day makes. Yesterday’s breakfast was pleasant, a get to know you. This morning, we feel like old friends.
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