1 comments/ 13754 views/ 1 favorites Coincidence By: Coincidence "Plus fort!" yelped the Canadian. "Huh? What did she say?" the man wondered. "Harder!" translated Catherine. Karl's expression turned from quizzical to disbelieving but he slammed into Nicola with a force something like that of a full-grown buffalo. Dark strands of his hair stuck to his sweating face; the rest swayed with every back and forth movement. "Plus vite!" "Faster!" the Aussie supplied. The pace quickened. "Ah...Ah! Oh, Jesu... Je jouis!" This screech needed no translation. Nicola was screaming at the top of her lungs. Catherine had never observed her friend in the act of coming before, or any other live woman for that matter. It was as raw and earthy as anything she'd ever seen. Karl slowed and lengthened his slides, drawing it out. Nicola shook like a leaf for all that every muscle in her body was taut. She slumped forward, forehead to the ground, as her orgasm ended. "Put it in ze oz-aire 'ole," said her muffled voice. "I want you to come in my ass, Karl." "Oh, shit!" the man blurted. "Oh my god..." he struggled to control his approaching climax. Lurching backwards, he pulled his whole length out of Nicola. Juices oozed down over his tight balls and hairy thighs. Clamping his right thumb and forefinger around the rampant cock, Karl took deep breaths. "You," he panted in Catherine's direction. "Get over here and help." She was there in an instant, smoothing tangled hair back from Nicola's face, stroking her back and shoulders gently. "You alright?" she asked. "Mmph!" Meaning 'yes.' Karl was asking, "You got any lube?" "Only what you two can come up with on your own..." "Has she done this before?" Karl asked Catherine urgently, who shrugged. "Have you?" he directed at Nicola; a light slap to her ass let her know he was asking her. "...Oui... Non... Not for a long time..." With a fierce look deep into Catherine eyes, Karl gave her two directives. "Keep her occupied. I need you to slick my fingers." He held out his hand. Somewhere in the back of Catherine's mind was a sarcastic remark about all her drool coming in useful. She sucked the first two digits into her mouth, sucked hard, enjoyed the already–wide eyes opening still further when she twisted her tongue around each one in turn. "Ah, Christ!" the man moaned. "I want your mouth wrapped around my cock like that!" Nicola snapped her head up. Karl looked down, indecision and intense want etching hollows under his cheekbones. "Later," Catherine breathed around his fingers, and she pushed all the saliva she could muster onto those phalanges. Karl smeared it onto himself and pulled Nicola's small hips roughly toward him. "Now," he said, and her eyes got very big. "I'm not moving. You're controlling this show, Nikki. Back yourself down on me and tell me when to move." "You know just what to do," Catherine whispered, wonderingly. He half-smiled, but only for a moment. The tip of him, then more, disappeared into Nicola's back hole. They both hissed. Catherine, remembering his first instruction, bent her head down to the ground and sucked one of the other woman's bulging nipples into her lips. "Cathy!" They had never touched each other sexually, even though the Aussie had wanted to on several occasions. Her friend's hot little sex-slavering body invited it. "Oh, god, that's tight!" Karl's two–handed grip on Nicolas's waist tightened and he began to pull. To keep her from tensing up, Catherine switched to the other brown breast-tip, biting gently. The taste was smoky, salty, almost musky but with a lighter aftertaste than a man's. The point in Catherine's mouth puckered still harder. The girl was mewling and Karl, tense and sweating in effort to hold still. Finally, Nicola blew out her breath. "That's it, honey," Karl crooned in a bass rumble. "You're there." "Oh!" Nicola exhaled. "You're so big...!." A 'who me' smile graced Karl's lush mouth for a moment, then he too went motionless, waiting for Nicola's signal. Her chest heaved. "Cathy..." she said hesitantly, like they were strangers, "will you...will you lay down under me? I want you, too." Karl groaned, shifting restlessly. Wordlessly, Catherine did as she was asked. A thrill like a fast slide down a big hill fluttered in her belly. The prospect of new territory. She lay down and wiggled under the other girl, spreading her legs wide around Karl's widely spaced knees. Nicola's sweet mouth landed on hers like passionate rain. The girls' tongues slid together in slick, perfect kisses. Karl moaned loudly, bared his teeth and shoved into Nicola. She tore her mouth away from Catherine's and screamed. "Oh, god... Karl...prend-moi... make it 'urt!" The caterwauls issuing from her reverberated into Catherine. Even with her bathing suit still on, and soaked in the crotch, the heat and pressure of Nicola's pussy spread and pressed against her did surprising things to Catherine's libido. She took one of Nicola's soft, plump tits in each hand and kneaded gently. Above them both, Karl had totally lost his grip. His smoldering eyes were darting everywhere and seeing nothing, so lost in sensation was he. The man rutted into Nicola's asshole while she squealed like a bitch from the pleasure-pain. Cathy thought it almost felt like he was fucking her too, with the force of friction her hard little clit was taking from his thrusts. Only her poor aching, dripping hole bested that; her moisture continually caught in the fabric of her suit till she felt like a little girl who had wet her panties. Nicola's secretions added to her own, and Karl's hanging sac smacked wetly against them both. She couldn't have said when, or who started it, but whatever did it turned it into a three way chain-reaction orgasm. Karl's dark, unseeing eyes turned skyward as spurting jets of cum flooded from his cock, up Nicola's ass. She wailed at the heat and the renewed slickness, fucking herself on his twitching organ whilst rubbing up against the steaming swamp of Catherine's crotch. Karl pumped her so full of cream it began to leak out of her. The stickiness of Karl's essences smeared on her buttocks sent her over the edge, coming so violently she nearly pitched the man from her back. When she was not screaming, she and Cathy's mouths locked together in searing kisses that were five years in the making. Their orgasm was mutual, clitoral, though definitely helped by the human fountaining butt-plug and in the one and by the said plug's mind-numbing, extremely masculine climax. Karl crashed onto the tarp on Catherine's right; Nicola lay where she fell, right on top of her. Fully ten minutes later, the Aussie realized with a jolt that her best friend was sound asleep where she'd fallen. How funny. She shouldered the smaller girl to her other side and slid the rest of the way out from underneath. Nicola rolled onto her side, back to Catherine, and fell into a deeper phase of sleep. A small smile curled the corners of the redhead's mouth. "How was it?" asked Karl. Apparently he'd recovered his thought processes. Catherine's were a bit slower. "... Amazing. Really... unique." "First time with a girl?" he asked, perceptively. "Uh-huh." She really didn't want to discuss it. Not yet. She would want to stew on that at least a couple days before she came to any conclusions. "Well, I don't know about you, but I have ass and god knows what else on me now." Karl rolled his eyes like it was just horrid, but playfully. "...And I think I'm getting sand in various unfortunate... uh... places." Catherine finished. "Another dip in the ocean, then?" he asked. "Yeah, when I can walk. I'm still too shaky, but go ahead." "I'll wait for you." And silence. Catherine sat waiting for the tingling and pounding blood to die down, but no, it was getting worse as she sat next to the man she'd lusted over for two years. Not looking at him didn't help. Singing "Old MacDonald Had a Farm" didn't help. Shit. She'd just have to fake it--calmness, that was. When she took a quick look over at Karl to signal her readiness, she gave a start. He was totally zoning on her. The expression on his broad Kiwi face was so intense she felt as if she should make excuses for all the things she'd thought about him. But she didn't. He wouldn't even know unless she told him, right? Better he didn't. Catherine let him talk, instead. "You know," he ruminated. "Nicola's really hot, really a fine piece of tail... But... she likes it hard and fast... and I'll bet you like it slow. As do I, at times like this. Can I try something?" Catherine's heart beat fast. Yeah, go for it. "What?" "Come down to the water first." Karl's penis led the way. Already it was growing hard again, going from a chubby, dusky 'interested' to a veritable spear rising from his loins and swaying with his steps. They walked to where the tide was coming in and submerged their bodies. There in the surf, Karl lifted Catherine up and kissed her. There, the waves crashing around them, they made out like a couple of kids who knew nothing of the particulars of sex. He held her tight in his arms, hard against his body. She touched him everywhere, or almost, everywhere she could reach that wasn't strictly an erogenous zone, only now they all were. Those thick, puffy lips of his, they were so soft, he made his tongue soft as it invaded her mouth, parted her lips, coaxed a response that she was more than willing to give. Catherine couldn't get enough of his skin. It was definitely a man's skin; wet from the salt water, it felt like buttery leather on the smooth parts. His chest heaved as it accepted the anointing of her tongue. Already as hard as hers had ever been, his tiny brown, pebbled nipples rolled perfectly between her fingers. They had to be as sensitive as a girl's, too, the way he carried on when she discovered how messing with them made him whimper and growl. She thought she'd died and gone to heaven as she caressed Karl's muscular arms; the bulges of his biceps and slabs of shoulder muscle promised a rough taking, if anytime she wanted it. Then, abandoning any normal reservation, she pulled his arms up and dived face-first into a thick-haired armpit. Her other hand clenched in the little bush under his other arm and tugged gently. Karl laughed at her, at this little idiosyncrasy. For that, she snaked the hand down and tugged likewise at his pubic curls. Whatever she did to him, he answered to her, with every new move mutely checking her reactions. She smoothed her hands flat down his back, over his flanks, over and then under his hard buttocks. Hissing, he pulled his mouth away to close it over one of her stinging nipples. He sucked and pulled and flicked; just when it got to be too much, he did the exact same to its twin. Cathy finally put both hands to the sides of his face and drew him up. This was too much; this was la-la-land. She made him go at her pace, reveling in the joy that was Karl, to come in for a kiss, pull back for a look; in for a kiss, back for another look at the man with his dark mop of hair falling through her fingers and the soft long whiskers brushing her palms; she was so utterly aware of the throbbing staff trapped between them but all she did in acknowledgment was to let the ocean rock them to and fro as it would. Every single second pushed her to want more, more, but at the same time it made her stop, stop; wait, wait; the longer they waited for consummation the better it would be. It was a sweet push-pull. Catherine could've stayed like that forever, but finally with a groan, Karl whispered into her ear, "Ah, baby... you turn me on so bad! I'm going mad. You know what you do to me." He captured her hand and pushed it down to his erection, unabated in the cool water. Catherine's belly spasmed in response, feminine instinct demanding to get on that right NOW. A reflex, her fingers closed around the proffered arousal. She had a few ideas of her own, too. "So, do I get to ride the horse-lord?" Karl's half-lidded eyes snapped open. He audibly gasped. "You know about that?" Shit. Had that been the wrong move? Too late now. "Of course I do. We both do. So? You only bonk people who are clueless?" "Would you be doing this if I was just some faceless, anonymous guy?" "Depends." "On what?" How the hell he was playing twenty-questions with that kind of a hard-on, she didn't know. "Does the guy walk up and start throwing suggestive remarks about six and sex and sux..." Oh, the naughty grin on his face. "Does he look like you? Move like you? Carry one of those...?" She tightened her grip. Karl snorted. "So, that's all I am? A pretty face, a smart mouth, and a goodly piece of cock?" There was a flash of pissed-off-edness, but the tone was all smart-ass. "No, dummy!" Catherine protested, before this got away from her. "That's not all, but this isn't the time or place... And what about you? Speaking of smart mouths, do you always sneak up to strange women on beaches and proposition them?" "Nope, it's my first time." "Somehow, I doubt that. You just fucked the shit out of my friend, after all. Not exactly a virgin performance." His rock-solid organ twitched under Catherine's slowly stroking hand. "Ok, you got me." "Good, I know I did. I like a man who can admit defeat." "I don't call this," he butted his hips against her, "defeat." "Well then, what do we do with it, eh? Well, Éomer? Do I get a ride?" "Yeah," Karl said slowly. "You can ride. Shit!" He shook himself briefly and carried her, legs around his waist, out of the rolling waves. Five feet above the water line, where the sand was wet and smooth, he fell to his knees. She held on like a tick. Karl got his heels under his butt, almost squatting but with his knees close together and definitely on the ground. He was manhandling her, moving her into position to straddle his cock right then and there. That was fine. Was that ever fine. Catherine's guts and her cunt tightened in anticipation of being filled, being full of Karl. And then she was. The wide blunt head shoved against her opening as Karl maneuvered her around for the best angle and then he reared up with his hips, at the same time forcing her to open to him, to take him all in in one giddy slide. Oh, fuck! She was split in two and it was hitting something deep inside and already she almost came. Careful to avoid getting grit on them, Karl took over. While her legs had been clasped over his waist, he unwrapped them, placed her feet on the sand so she squatted over his kneeling lap. "Go on girl, work with me--ride me!" he ground out between his teeth. Catherine held on any way she could. He bucked up into her till she cried out and squirmed and squeezed and bit her lip so hard it bled; she was gonna come, she fucked that lovely, rigid pole inside her till the night was red-tinged and her cunt was ravaged with juices and frantic sliding. This was the ride of the gods, she decided, in that stupid-silly pre-orgasmic place; or the goddesses. Yes, them. She was a goddess, taking pleasure from her golden slave. Karl, her slave. It was too much. When Karl reached between her legs to flick her clit gently, that was it. Fireworks went off in Cathy's abdomen, sucking down hard and tight around the ravening stalk inside her. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh....!" She couldn't stop herself from this incoherent yelping. Her pleasure was huge; it was her world. She was the goddess of orgasms and spasms and cumming. All the blood in her body was bound up in her cunt and her inside woman's parts. An explosive climax thumped in her belly so hard it felt like fetal kicks. "Christ, girl, I felt that... what the fuck?" Karl's already huge eyes were studying her like he'd never seen a woman cum before. Cathy went suddenly limp, slack, replete. "I don't know," she laughed weakly. "Holy shit!" Karl was not finished with her. Obviously so. He had ideas, too. "Get up and turn 'round," he whispered simply. "Watch the sand, alright? You liked watching your friend getting banged like a dog, didn't you?" He smiled, untamed. The slow fire within Cathy raged up again. "Shit, yeah!" she said, semi-cautiously raising herself a little at a time till she could stand. Karl held her steady. His glistening shaft throbbed heavily, almost like it was ready to come and get her again all on its own. "Turn..." His strong hands turned her around while she watched her feet, not wanting to toss any sand onto him. "On your knees..." She went. Karl pressed up behind her so she could feel though not see his large presence. He generated warmth and a special scent all his own from all his exertions; both washed over her, making her feel sedated and excited at once. The tumescence pushed against her perineum, a mute indecision. "Which hole?" Karl's voice had never been lower. He bent over her till his chest and stomach rested heavily on her back, overshadowing her like a captive. Maybe Catherine had almost a foot of height on Nicola, but now she knew what that had felt like and she loved it. "Pussy." "Who you calling..." he began tartly, falsely, a distraction. Catherine felt him slide in, all the way in. She was all soft and gooshy inside, like warm butter, he so hard and rampant. Immediately, he was close. She could tell by the harsh breathing and the way he grasped her shoulders to pull her back. His thighs smacked her; his hands molested her whole front now, tweaking the stiff peaks of her breasts and stroking over and over her belly and mound of Venus. The man finally held her by the hips and fucked her slowly and adamantly, low gasps coming from between his open lips. "Fuck... oh fuck..." Karl moaned. Cathy barely heard. She had had a small death-like orgasm with every single thrust. Hard as stone, he was long enough to hit that spot that made her uncontrollably shake and clench and arch herself onto him, wanting more and more, to let it build like a storm, to fall apart all over again, to cum all over him like some animal in a flood of fluid and pheromones. Catherine felt him shaking. He spilt himself into the woman, spurting hot seed deep inside, thrashing against her violently till the end. "Ow...Ow...!" he whimpered at the very last, against her neck. When the warm cream poured into her, her love came down like a wellspring and a waterfall. Catherine arched her back painfully; Karl bent his head around and clamped his teeth on her jugular. Spots of light flamed in back of the redhead's closed eyelids. There was a gush of liquid down the insides of her legs, a combination of her Karl's semen and her own love juices. The sand below them turned dark momentarily, till their own salt sunk into the salt of the rising tide. Catherine fell forward onto her hands, panting from lost oxygen. Her lover remained for a while, till he softened enough to be expelled from her weeping orifice. Catherine didn't know whether they had walked, stumbled, or crawled back to the campsite. The last thing she did remember was Karl picking her up and carrying her into the water, and holding her cradled in his arms as she practically passed out in the afterglow. She didn't remember falling asleep. She was aware, very distinctly, of slowly regaining consciousness half under a naked, heavy, very aroused male body, evidenced by a forthright poking against her leg. She didn't recall losing her bathing suit either but obviously that had happened before the sex. Where-ever it was, probably miles away, she was more than happy right where she was to have a pair of large, square hands caressing her breasts till she was halfway to insanity. When she was writhing under the growing sensations, a voice growled into her ear, "G'Morning, babe. What can I do for you?" It was still nearly pitch dark, so 'good morning' made no sense. As for the other half of what Karl said, she didn't have to consider. She'd already been wishing it. "Head."