2 comments/ 56443 views/ 30 favorites Hot Tub Trio By: Turbidus "Fuck me. Look at that ass. Jesus." That had been Vince's first thought as he got his first good look at Amy's ass. Now, his hands spreading her as she bent over the arm of the couch, her little brown pucker winking in anticipation, he spoke out loud. "Fuck me. Look at that ass." Amy did not responded. She was getting face fucked and trying not to gag. Chad's hands clutched at Amy's head. When Vince spoke Chad leaned forward for a better look, never slowing the rhythm of his hips. As much as Vince enjoyed the sight of Chad's shiny cock stretching Amy's mouth he had other needs. He locked eyes with Chad, wanting to see the look in Amy's fiance's eyes as he ate her ass. Vince scooted back on the couch, lowered his head and darted his tongue between her legs, dipping into the bottom of her sex. He hooked his tongue and drug her own wetness up her ass crack. She moaned around her fiance's dick. Chad's eyes were fixed on Amy's ass, fixed on Vince's tongue. Vince flicked and massaged her rosebud. He glanced at Chad, needing to be sure the boy was watching. He told himself to quit thinking of Chad as "the boy". The man was in his mid-twenties and Vince had no desire to feel old enough to think of a twenty-something as a "boy". Man or boy, his eyes were glued to Amy's ass. He stopped pumping into her mouth. Vince stiffened his tongue and pushed. His eyes never left Chad's face, at least not until his face was pressed so deeply into Amy's ass he could no longer see a thing. Her ass checks flexed against his face, drawing him in. He heard her panting, "oh fuck" over and over. Chad was silent. Vince reached between Amy's legs, his thumb sliding into her pussy while his fingers began to stroke and tug at her clit. Part of his mind was lost in wonder at how the past twenty-four hours had unfolded. - He'd been sitting by the pool Sunday afternoon when they had trudged past on their way to their rooms. Vince noted they were in building 4, nothing beachfront in 4, so young but not rich. Planes from the mainland started plopping down mid-afternoon but with the time change and being jammed in a plane for several hours most of the newbies arrived beat. Not these two. They had returned to the pool in under an hour, all bouncy and sweaty and tussled and clearly both extremely well fucked. He decided then he probably hated them. He seen the girl earlier this morning. He had not slept well. It was raining which fucked up his morning routine. Pretty much every morning he swam a mile along the shore, climbed out, dug his running shoes out of the small dry bag on his back and ran back along the fitness course. He always stopped at each station and did two sets of twelve reps at each station, except the crunch station. It was just an angled board with braces for your ankles. He did four sets of crunches. No matter how carefully he watched his weight he could never convince himself he wasn't getting a gut. He hadn't want to run in the ran. He logged on and his mood crashed from mildly disgruntled to full on shitty. He had shorted an Asian shipping outfit. He was sure they were over extended with a cash flow problem that could not be sustained. Apparently someone with a lot of cash did not agree. They were buy out rumors and the stock had shoot up, taking a chunk of his money along for the ride. It wasn't the money. He never risked more than he could afford but he hated to lose. He had gone out on his balcony, hoping the sound of the rain drumming on the roof and the muted roar of the surf would ease away his irritation. He didn't bother dressing. The balcony was mostly hidden by palms on the sides. The front offered little cover but this early there was rarely anyone at the pool. With the rain the place should be deserted. Not that he carried all that much. He got off a little on the idea of being naked in public. He didn't push it. He didn't need the hassle. If someone seemed to look put out he simply went inside. This morning the misting rain had been chilly. He sip his coffee, listening to the water. The chill had started his balls crawling their way toward his belly. He had been absent-mindedly pulling at them when he heard the giggle. He wasn't easy to startle so he had continued to gaze out toward the beach for a moment before turning to look down. The girl who would become Hot Ass in a few hours waggled her fingers at him as a irritatingly large grin spread across her face. Goddamn it. He managed to toast her with his coffee mug before turning to go nonchalantly, or so he hope it seemed, back inside. Of course she had been sitting at the bar with her boyfriend when he went down to pick up his lunch order. He almost left, still irritated at the thought she had been laughing at him but he was hungry. She might look eighteen but she was sipping a beer. Vince couldn't help noticing it was this week's micro brew fad. He wondered if she was part of the new bush is back backlash against smooth snatch or not. Not if she followed her boyfriend's lead. His chest and pits were shaved. Vince tried not to be irritated but he didn't get it. Sure, if the shit was curling all out of the neck of your shirt fine but your armpits? Fuck. As soon as Vince noticed hair on his back he'd done his research and got that shit lasered off, but not his chest. Sure the kid had a nice body but he wasn't ripped by any means. Vince had bigger biceps. Or he was pretty sure he did. Now the girl, she was hot. Just Vince's type. Nice boobs, the way they rode her chest under her bikini he could tell they were real. He couldn't really see her ass at the bar. He'd come down for a pickup order. These two had been sitting on the other side of the bar. In keeping with his day so far, she had looked up and caught him staring. She tipped her beer at him and gave him that giant grin. Perfect white teeth of course. Her boyfriend turned to see who she had gestured to. The future Hot Ass, leaned into him and whispered. Vince heard that giggle again. The boy did not smile, or frown, just gazed at Vince. Vince had begun to feel pissed off and returned the kid's stare while he waited for his order. He signed. Chatted up Sage, the bartender, just to establish that he, not they, was the regular here and then left, shooting for insouciant this time rather than simple nonchalance, and wondering why he was letting her get under his skin. The rain had continued most of the day. It would stop long enough to lure the mothers, rarely the fathers, of bored children to the pool and then open up again. A parade of identical mothers sat, miserable, under a dripping palm leaf umbrella while kids who couldn't give a shit about the rain, splashed each other in the pool. Vince ate his lunch on the balcony, sitting far enough back to avoid most of the rain the wind blew in. Fish taco were really too light for a stout but he needed to clear his mind of the sight of the pale shit the girl had been drinking. "How is pilsner like making love in a canoe?" He asked himself. "Fucking close to water." He was draining his glass when he saw the two of them dash from under the bar canopy and sprint toward the walkway leading to their building. He had the insane urge to scream, "no running in the pool area" then wondered why he was turning into an old woman all of a sudden. He strode back inside, tossed the remains of his lunch and popped open his laptop, intending to do a little work but instead founding himself surfing for porn. He stroked his dick a few times but never found anything worth really beating off over. That pissed him off a little more. He ended up reading for awhile before falling asleep on the couch. When he woke the rain had stopped and he needed to piss. On the one hand he was a little relieved that he was old enough that he did not always wake up rock hard, which made it awkward to pee. On the other hand it fucking sucked that he was old enough he only woke up half hard. He pulled on some trunks, pour a stout into a pool approved plastic glass, and headed for the hot tub. Maybe a soak, a few circuits of the pool, another soak, a burger, maybe some porn or maybe just go back to bed. He decided to play it by ear. He turned the aerator timer to 20 minutes, the max, and skipped the steps. The tub was empty so he stepped onto the bench and into the tub. No one had been it and the aerator hadn't been on all day. It was almost too hot, just the way Vince liked it. He slid low, just his head out of the water, letting his body float up and closed his eyes. He had started to relax when he heard a female gasp, "hot". He had peeked under closed lids and stifled a groan. A creature of habitual good manners, he had roused himself to say hi. Mr. Shaved chest had said hi, his girl friend contented herself with another finger waggle wave and perhaps a smile. That had been a few minutes ago. The aerator shut off. Vince started to rise, intending to use it as his excuse to call it a night but Shaved Chest's young lady had popped up, exclaiming, "I got it" and climb out of the tub giving Vince his first real look at her ass and becoming forever "Hot Ass" in his thoughts. - Her bottoms covered less than half her ass. Vince could see where the firm mound of her ass swept down to met her legs. She stood at the top of the tub stairs and pull the bottoms out of the crack of her ass. She did this so slowly Vince was sure it was deliberate. For a moment he had near total view of her ass and the clefted tuft of her pussy visible between her legs. The view did not disappoint. Vince thought she glanced over her shoulder at him. He thought she was smiling but he couldn't be sure. Was she fucking with him? He looked at Mr. Strut, who was in turn looking at him. The kid's face was impassive. He didn't look angry which is what Vince expected from a man whose girlfriend's ass he had been so obviously ogling. Vince crappy mood had not entirely dissipated, part of him want Mr. Strut to make a scene. The kid said nothing and Vince twisted, reaching behind him to retrieve his beer. When he twisted back to sit down Hot Ass was descending the stairs. "Geez it's freezing out there," she chirped, pantomiming a shiver. The hard nips pressing against her bikini top gave credence to her claim. "Did she really just say 'geez'?" Vince wondered. She stepped past her boyfriend and sat down between Vince and Mr. Strut. She was pressed up against Mr. Strut, who moved his arm draping it across Hot Ass's thigh, marking his territory. Hot Ass looked openly at Vince and he returned her gaze, feeling for all the world like he'd enter a game of "Blink First" with one of his nephews. She didn't blink but she did speak first. "I'm Amy", she reported in a clear voice, scooting toward him and holding out her hand. She nodded her head over her shoulder, "that's Chad, my fiance." Vince took her hand and gave one quick shake. At first he did not think Chad was going to move, then the boy leaned around Amy holding out his hand. Vince took the hand, the grip was firm. "I'm Vince, nice to meet you both." "You staying up there? Right?" Amy asked pointing to Vince's balcony. "I do," he replied. "I thought it was you", Amy responded, smiling now. "I didn't think this was a nude resort." Amy responded with what Vince could only describe as a chortle. He caught Chad's sidelong glance at his girlfriend. "It's not. It usually pretty quiet. I sit out that to relax after my swim most morning. I usually just plop into one of the chairs. This morning it was too chilly so I went in. I didn't realize anyone was in the hot tub." "No biggie." Amy said. "Nice to know this place isn't as uptight as it seems. We first got her I was sort of bummed. I asked Chad, 'when's bingo night?' It's his folks' place and it is Hawaii and I didn't want to be a total bitch but geez." Vince shook his head. "No, this place is pretty straight laced. They cut me a little slack because I spend a lot of time here. The catch you skinny dipping in the pool or even the ocean and they will toss you out. There are a couple of beaches that are mostly clothing optional but not on this side of island, and definitely not at the resort." Chad spoke for the first time. "You live here? I didn't think you could." "Sort of and you can't, not year round anyway. I spend most of the winter here though." "Oh", Amy purred, "hangin' with the Rich and Famous." Vince was rich but that was none of their business. "Not really", was all he said. "You work here?" Chad wondered. "Retired, sort of." "No way!" Amy gushed. "You look great for 65." Vince chuckled what other option did he have? "I'm 42". He was 46. "I had a tech start up one of the big boys liked well enough to pay me for it. I keep busy but I'm lucky enough to do it on my own schedule. "Right on." Chad seemed interested for the first time. Amy scooted closer. "Hey can I try your beer?" Her foot touched his, probably by accident he thought. "Sure." He held the beer out to her. She regarded it for a moment. "What is it?" "A stout, a type of dark beer, very beery is the best I can describe it." Amy shrugged and took a sip. made a face and took a longer pull. "Hhmm, try it babe", she said and handed it to Chad, without asking Vince first. He let it go, curious now to see what she was up to. Chad took a drink and Amy took the cup back but did not hold it out to Vince. She stood, straddled Chad's legs and lower her mouth to his. She pulled back and Vince watched as their tongues danced. "Can I have another sip?" Amy asked without looking at him. "Sure." Vince replied, using his poker voice. Vince was an excellent poker player. He consider poker his true calling. Amy took a drink, swallowed and lowered her mouth to Chad's. Vince could see the boy's hands kneading Amy's ass. His cock began to stir. He had plenty of beer and he was enjoying the show. He knew she was fucking with him. What she didn't know was he didn't care. He watched as they kissed, increasingly aroused he struggled to keep his hands away from his dick. Amy broke the kiss. "You want your beer back?" "Thanks. Did you like it?" Vince asked as he reached for the plastic cup. "I can't reach. Don't make me get up okay? It's cold and I'm nice and comfy." She wiggle her ass in Chad's lap as she spoke. She used the voice of petulant child, jutting lower lip included. Vince killed the rolling of his eyes before it even started. "No problem." Vince started to scoot along the bench, then though fuck it, two could play this game and stood up and walked to the couple. His cock grew harder under Amy's eyes. Vince noticed Chad's eyes on him as well. He walked right up to them. He cock tented trunks only a few inches from Amy's face before he sat down. "You never said if you liked it." Amy slipped off of Chad's lap. Vince noticed his weren't the only tented trunks in the tub. Amy stood between them. "It was okay but I know how to make it taste better." Vince stared at her. "Like this," she whispered. She took a swallow leaned forward and put her lips on Vince's. - Her tongue parted his lips. He was not expecting beer to follow. Most of her mouthful of beer ran down his chin and neck. "Ah, what a waste." Amy sighed. Her hands pushed down on Vince's shoulders and he sat back down on the tiled bench. She stepped between his legs and knelt. Vince looked at Chad but Chad's eyes were fixed on Amy. Amy giggled and leaned forward and began to lick his chest. He fought to maintain a stony face as her tongue began to flick his nipple. He stole a glance at Chad but Chad's eyes followed Amy's tongue as it swirled around Vince's nipple. Chad hand was atop his erection, squeezing it through his trunks as he watched his finance lick beer off Vince's chest. She worked her way up his chest and across his chin. "Let's try that again." She purred in his ear as she sat astraddle his knees. She pushed herself against his erection as she took a swallow of beer. He opened his mouth and it filled with beer and her tongue. He felt Chad move closer, felt his leg touch his. Chad began to rub Amy's back then lowered his hand to massage her ass, the back of his fingers brushing against the top of Vince's thigh as he did so. Amy broke the kiss and turn to her finance giving Vince a close up view of their dancing tongues. Amy bit Chad's lower lip and tongue gently. His hand found the back of her head and pulled her closer, embracing her mouth with his own. All this time she ground her crotch against Vince's hard on. In Vince's experience chance favored the bold. He leaned forward, hooked the bikini top to the side with one finger and took her nipple between his lips. He flicked it with his tongue while tugging at it with his lips and was treated to a soft moan. The water sloshed as Chad shifted his position. He sat beside Vince, thigh to thigh. He felt Chad's hair brush his face as he began to suck and pull at Amy's other breast. They heard the voices at the same time. Vince scooted over and Amy swung around to sit between the two men as she tugged her top into place. Vince put some room between himself and the couple and had just enough time to put his hands over his erection before the voices rounded the hedge. Two couples, several years older than Vince joined them. They clustered on the far side of the tub. Vince was mentally kicking himself for being so reckless when Amy chimed in with introductions, Canadians of course. Canada had been blessed with bankers that were bankers not craps shooters. While Americans watched their paper wealth disappear, the Canadians, with their recently laughable 3-5% returns had the last laugh. Being Canada they were polite enough not to say "nah nah told you so". A few comments were exchanged regarding the shitty weather. Vince's dick had subside enough by that time he thought he could make an almost dignified exit. "Hey don't forget your beer." Amy chirped as he walked by. Vince could see Chad's erection was unfazed by the interruption, and tried not to hate the kid for it. "You finish it. I got plenty. See ya." Vince mumbled and splashed out of the tub. He toweled off, tossed the towel in the hamper and headed toward the stairs. Back in his room he open another stout, turn off all the lights and quietly as possible eased open the balcony door. He sat back in the shadows. He could see the two couples but could only caught an occasional glimpse of Amy's head as she moved. Chilled he eased back into his room, tossed his trunks in the ridiculously large Jacuzzi tub and climbed into the shower, setting the water as hot as he could stand it and washing the chlorine off his body. He half-heartedly stroked his half-heartedly hard cock but he couldn't focus. Pissed, he slammed the water off and stepped out of the shower. He shrugged back into the heavy robe, drying only his hair. He open his third stout, telling himself that was a bad idea with only a banana, an egg, piece of toast and a fish taco in his stomach all day. He told himself to fuck off and drained half the bottle in one gulp. The balcony door was still open. The bathroom light was on, some of its light escaping into the living room. "Fuck it" he whispered to himself as he ignored the light and stepped out onto the balcony, "they must have gone in by now anyway." Amy sat on the deck on the opposite side of the hot tub. He really couldn't see her very well; Chad was in the way but the way her head was bobbing and the way Chad's fingers were twisted in her hair, he was pretty sure she was sucking her fiancé's dick. ⬧ The rain had departed with the setting sun, paradoxically the night air was less chilled than the morning's had been. Vince sat his beer down on the table without taking his eyes of the couple in the hot tub and untied the sash of his robe, letting it fall open. His left hand circled the base of his cock and sack and began a well practiced rhythmic squeeze. His cock had begun to lengthen and twitch at the sight of Amy's bobbing head. His squeezing, encircling left hand forced his balls forward. His right hand began an equally well practice stroke, as his cock stiffened the strokes grew more forceful. The heel of his hand banged into the balls his left hand forced upward and forward. Each smack of his hand ratcheted up the dull ache in his lower belly. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 02 Vince picked up the nearly untouched tray. He sat the tray on the bed long enough to yank on a pair of running shorts. He pulled the door to the bedroom closed as quietly as he could. He sat the tray on the breakfast bar, pour a good two fingers of scotch in a glass, not sure if it was Amy's tequila glass or his own, and tossed it off. He tried to convince himself not to feel shitty about this. They, or Amy rather, had started this fucked up little drama. He had gotten a vibe off Chad from the beginning. Those vibes weren't always right, but often enough. He told himself she needed to know about this before the wedding anyway, not that he blamed the kid. It took an unbelievable amount of guts to tell the woman you love that you happen to enjoy sucking a cock now and again. He surely hadn't found the guts to do it; he wasn't about to throw stones at Chad. He had spent the day and most of the evening thinking of them as kids. Well, he reminded himself, despite their ages, in most ways they were. If he was the adult in all this how did he let it get so fucked up? He didn't hear anything from the other room. That was good he supposed, maybe it meant they were talking and not fighting. He wander over to the couch and sat down. He picked the remote up off the table, thumb the volume down and select his iPod. He hit "random" and let it play. He rested his head against the back of the sofa and closed his eyes. One song, two, three, five and then he stopped counting. He had no idea how long it was before he heard the soft squeak of his bedroom door. Chad looked miserable. Amy looked worse, her red swollen eyes made her look younger than ever. She was leaning against Chad. Vince took that as a good sign. Amy had slipped her arms into the robe. Vince tried not to notice Chad was still naked, the remnants of his earlier excitement hung in a thread from the head of his dick. "Can I get you anything?" Vince asked as he rose from the couch. "I wouldn't turn down another scotch," Chad said softly before tilting his head to look at Amy. "Am, you wanted anything?" "Water I guess." Her voice had dropped a register. She sounded like she needed a Kleenex more than a drink. Vince picked the box up off the table and held it out to her without saying a word. She quickly snatched two from the box. "Thanks." She sniffled before letting out an impressive honk. Vince stifled the urge to laugh. "Get your scotch in a minute." He threw over his shoulder to Chad as he entered the kitchen. He opened a cabinet and grabbed a small juicer. He halved the lime laying on the counter and quickly juiced it. He pour it into a martini shaker, checking for seed, add some raw sugar and a pinch of candied ginger and a couple of ice cubes. He shook the like a fiend for a minute then decanted it into a tall glass. Amy and moved to the sofa. She sat leaning against one of the arms, while Chad more or less helplessly rubbed her ankle. Vince squatted and then sat cross legged on the floor by the end of the sofa. Amy's eyes were closed. He brushed her hair back. "Kiddo? Something to drink. I think you'll like. I know you like limes." He spoke softly, as if to a sick child. Amy opened her eyes and frowned. "No tequila?" "No tequila, no booze at all. Promise. It'll help rehydrate you. If you don't like it I'll get you a water." Amy took a tentative sip looking uncertain. Her face brightened and she sound almost like her old self when she spoke. "That is good." She took another sip then looked at Chad. "Want to try it?" "Sure babe." He took a sip and tried to sound enthusiastic but failed. "Not bad, not too sweet and a little zing at the end. You drink it babe." Amy drank. It wasn't a lot, only one lime, but she drank slowly. Chad rubbed her leg. Vince, unsure for once, rubbed the back of her head where he could reach it. She didn't seem to mind. When she finished she handed the glass to Vince. He levered himself off the floor with his legs. He told himself when he had to use his arms to get off the floor he was going to swim straight out from the beach until his strength left him or something ate his ass, either way was fine. "Still want that scotch?" "Yeah, please." Vince sat Amy's glass in the sink, pour Chad and himself a shot, filled another glass with cold water for Amy and carried the glasses back to the sofa. He had Chad's and his glasses pinched between the fingers of one hand. He'd been sucking the guy's dick he didn't suppose he'd kick up a stink about his fingers touching the rim of the glass. Sitting by Chad seemed like a suboptimal plan to Vince. Trying to rid himself of the sickroom voice he'd been using, he gestured with the glasses before handing them over. "Scoot down you two." They did. Now Chad sat in the corner, Amy leaned against his side. Chad kept his distance at the other end of the sofa. He sipped his drink. No one spoke. Trying his best to imitate the older Canadian gentleman who had shared the hot tub with them earlier, Vince intoned, "how aboot that rain aye?" For a moment they just stared at them. Then Amy burst into laughter. She sat up giggling and holding her sides. "Oh crap...I can't breathe" She would appear to get control and then off she'd go. When she slid off the couch and lay on the floor between the couch and table Vince could only stare, wondering if he should call 911 or something. He looked a Chad who was leaning over his own knees and smiling at Amy. He was rubbing her back. "Settle down Am. Breath honey." The giggles slowed followed by several hitching breaths. Then she made the mistake of looking a Vince. His face was such a stereotype of concern it set her off again. Chad resumed rubbing her back while he and Vince eyed her from opposite ends of the couch. This time when the giggles stop she sat up with back against the couch and ignored both of them. She picked up the glass and took a long drink. Vince could see her throat work and knew she was trying not to laugh. She managed not to and finished her water. She jumped up from the floor and walked to the counter and sat the glass down. She continued on into the bedroom. They heard the pocket door close, followed by the unmistakable sound of a woman peeing. Vince had no idea why women peed so loudly. He looked at Chad. "She okay?" Chad shrugged. "Better I guess. Maybe one of her giggle fits relieved some of the tension." "So, she had no idea? You never, you know brought it up or anything?" "I think she wondered. I try to drop some hints but they were pretty subtle. I didn't want to freak her out, scare her away. I mean, Jesus, I love her dude." He looked at Vince with pure misery. Vince felt for him but what could he do? "If we were watch some porn I might comment on how big a dude's dick was, stuff like that, you know?" Vince nodded. He did in fact know. "I knew I should tell her, then I'd think why? Why do that to her? Once we're married it'll ended, just like sleeping with other chicks will end. No need to make a big fucking deal out if right?" Vince didn't answer. He wasn't expected to. "How did you handle it?" Chad was looking straight at Vince. This has a questioned he wanted answered. "I didn't, or did pretty much the same as you. A hint or two here or there. As time passed the hints got more specific. I'd say shit like, 'I want to watch you fuck some guy then eat your pussy'. That one raised some eyebrows." "She leave you?" Vince shook his head, "sort of, not really." They had both missed the sound of the toilet flushing. Amy stood in the doorway, staring at Vince. "You're married?" Vince nodded. "Yup." ------ Amy stared at him for a moment looking flabbergasted. "Where's your wife? She know you do this kind of shit?" She sounded pissed and as bad as he felt for her it irritated Vince. When he spoke he slipped back into his poker voice. "We don't live together anymore, though we ended up seeing each other almost as much as we did when we were married and I was working my ass off." His voice acquired a colder edge as he continued. "Of course she knows I do this 'shit' as you put it. Remember kiddo you're doing the same shit. You might also remember you started this little shindig. Chad wasn't the one flirting with me. What did you tell him? 'Let's get the old dude wound up. Come on it'll be fun'? Something like that is my guess. So you were okay with the idea you could have two guys eating out of your hand, wanting that delectable young body of yours. Two guys for you is okay huh? What about two women for Chad? Ever done that? That okay?" He could tell by the look on her face he'd guessed right. "So, you are okay with your fiancé fucking you and another chick and you are okay with two guys fucking you but the idea that the two guys might enjoy each other while they enjoy you sends you into fucking orbit? Really?" Amy seemed a little chastised. "I thought..." she began but Vince cut her off with a sigh. "It doesn't matter what you thought; this is what is. The question is how are you, you two actually, going to handle it. Maybe you can and maybe you can't. I, we, tried to make it work, tried letting another guy join us but that wouldn't work for us. The difference is my wife would have been just as unhappy sharing me with another woman. You seem okay with it so maybe you can learn to enjoy Chad with another woman or another man. That's something you two need to figure out." Vince collected the glasses, hoping they would take the hint and leave. He'd had enough drama for one night. Amy stood and held out her hand to Chad. He took it and rose from the couch. Chad stepped past the table and started toward the door. Amy did not follow, instead she tugged on his hand. Chad turned to look at her. She held his gaze for a moment before turning to Vince. "May we stay for a while?" Seeing the look on Vince's face she added, "Please? I'd like to try." Reluctantly Vince nodded, wondering if he was getting stupider as he got older. Amy smiled, a real smile this time. "I think it will be easier for me if I'm horny. I want to cum last." Without further ado, she shrugged the robe off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. ----- She scooted between the couch and coffee table, dragging a reluctant looking Chad by the hand. For the first time since getting naked Chad's dick wasn't pointed skyward. Vince imagined that would change soon enough as Amy pushed the kid to the couch and sat astraddle his legs. She put her arms around her fiancé's neck and began to rub herself on his thigh. She lifted her face and Chad's mouth found hers as Vince stepped out of his shorts. Vince picked up the coffee table and swung it out of the way, setting in front of the balcony door, then contented himself by tugging and stroking his cock while he watched Chad's cock begin to twitch its way up his thigh. She broke the kiss, stood and urged Chad to slide his butt to the edge of the sofa so that he was almost lying on it. His feet remained on the floor. His cock left his thigh and began to roll its way up his belly. Amy knelt between his knees and began to trail her fingers over Chad's chest and down his belly. By the time they followed his happy trail back to its source Chad's cock had risen to bounce over his belly. Half the shiny head was hidden by his foreskin. Amy's fingers encircled Chad. Her hand moved forward and slide the foreskin over the head, then slow slide back until the head was completely exposed. She ran the side of her fingers over the head, smearing the clear fluid her fingers called forth. Vince expected her to follow with her mouth. Instead she turn to him. "Show me how to suck his dick the right way." Her voice was soft and lower than during the banter Vince expected from her. Chad rose up on his elbows, frowning. "Am, don't be silly. I love the way..." Amy stretched and put her fingers over his mouth. "Ssh baby, from the little I saw Vince can give me some pointers. So lay back." Chad said nothing. He looked at Amy for a moment then started to lie back. "Wait," she whispered. "Maybe you should watch." Chad grinned, shrugged and propped himself up on his elbows. Amy's eyes when from Chad's throbbing cock to Vince's face. She cocked one eyebrow, silently telling him she was waiting. She wanted a show. Fine, he'd give her a show. Amy frowned when Vince turned away, but he merely stepped to the chair and grabbed the seat cushion. He gazed at her calmly until she understood and moved from between Chad's legs. She sat, legs curled up under her leaning against the front of couch and Chad's leg. Vince dropped the cushion between Chad's feet and knelt. He looked Chad in the eye as he reached for his cock. He did not put Chad in his mouth. He used his hand to push Chad's erection flat onto his belly and lower his head. Amy watched fascinated as Vince's tongue touched the base of Chad's cock where it joined his scrotum. As Vince tongue Chad's sack it contracted, pulling Chad's balls up. Vince gently sucked one on Chad's balls into his mouth. He sucked a little harder and pulled, very carefully. Chad groaned. Amy looked puzzled. "Doesn't that hurt?" Vince took his mouth from Chad's sack and nodded. "It does, a little, but that doesn't mean it doesn't feel good. Go slow and follow the body's clues." He dropped his head and began to mouth Chad's balls, first one then the other. He wrapped his fingers around the hard cock and slowly began to stroke it as his mouth continued to play with his sack. "Fuck man, that feels fucking unreal dude." Chad's voice was hoarse barely above a whisper. Vince tilted his head and smiled, or smiled as best he could while lolling one of Chad's nuts in his mouth. Amy inched closer. Vince could see she had one hand between her legs and wondered if she remembered that she wanted to have the last orgasm. He let Chad slip from his mouth and leaned over the man's thigh. Amy meet him halfway and their mouths and tongues meet above Chad's thigh. Vince's hand continue to fondle Chad's cock. Chad rested on one elbow and pulled Amy's hair away from her face so he could watch them kiss. Vince had to admit Amy was a great kisser. Her blow jobs might need work but there was nothing wrong with her lips or tongue. Reluctantly he pulled away with a quick peek on her lips. "You are one fine kisser my dear." Amy smiled. "Give me a hand darlin', hold Chad's leg for me. Chad lay back." Amy looked puzzled but as Chad laid back in the bed she hooked an arm under his leg when Vince pushed it up. She watched as Vince pushed Chad's other leg up. "What the fuck," she wondered. "It's like he wants to eat pussy but..." Her eyes widened and before the thought was fully formed Vince's actions confirmed that she was right. Vince was too worked up to play coy, as he lowered his head he stiffened his tongue and pierced Chad's asshole. He had had no conscious thought it would come to this but he was glad he had been thorough when he had bathed the man. He curled his tongue and pulled it out, straightened it and forced it back in. "Oh fuck yeah man, eat my ass, fucking eat it." Amy looked at Chad startled by his words. She had never considered doing something like this. Chad played with her ass sometimes but mostly just rubbing over her hole nothing like this. "You like that baby?" Chad didn't speak at first, then nodded. "Yeah, I like it." Vince stopped for a minute. He kissed Chad's asshole, more of a peck on the cheek than a kiss. "Wow, just like the little kiss he gave me," Amy thought as Vince rested his head on Chad's thigh and looked at her. "It's not something I do unless I know someone has just showered or bathed. If they have, and paid a little more attention to the backdoor, everything should be as clean and sweet as your pussy my love. You'd like it." Amy looked skeptical. "What if it tastes bad?" Vince laughed. "If you do like I said it won't but that's not what I meant. You'd like having your ass eaten. I bet you'd love a good rim job." Chad raised his head enough to be able to see Vince. "Right on, excellent idea. Come here babe." Amy looked at him unsure. "Come on Am, straddle my head, like when we 69, just scoot forward a little more." She looked unsure. "How? There isn't enough room on the couch." Vince stood and gestured for Chad to move away from the arm of the couch. He took Amy's hand and led her to stand on the opposite side of her fiancé. "Scoot back near the couch kiddo. You can put one leg on the couch and lean over the arm. Chad will have great access to your pussy and your ass. And I'll have a great view." ----- She did just that. His hand tightened on Chad's cock as he sucked her into his mouth. He sucked at her cunt lips, drawing them into his mouth and holding them there as his tongue dug deep, lapping her juices. "Oh my God," she gasped. Chad released the tension and tilted his head. His nose pressed into her pussy as his tongue darted and teased her clit. He couldn't quite suck the hard bud into his mouth but assaulted it with his stiff tongue. "Don't make be cum," Amy panted as she pulled away from Chad's mouth. Chad did not reply but his tongue left her clit. She felt his hands on her ass, pushing her forward, spreading her. She felt his scratchy, and now wet cheeks wipe across her butt. He nose was wet and he pressed against her asshole but went she felt his tongue it was on her ass cheeks not her hole. Chad turned his head and lick the pussy juice he'd smear there, first one cheek then the other. Her eyes were closed and she was biting on her lip again. Vince contented himself with nuzzling Chad's thighs, watching him eating Amy's pussy. He finished licking Amy's ass cheeks clean, rubbed his still pussy-slickened nose over her rosebud a few times and then went to work with his tongue. He tried to go slow, afraid he would frighten. Watching Chad's tongue dance around Amy's beautiful tight little know of an ass, Vince went at Chad's ass with renewed vigor. He pressed his face against his new friend's ass, pushed his way inside. Chad began to rhythmically clench and relax his sphincter in response to Vince's tonguing. Chad licked and flicked his tongue over her sphincter as if it were her clit. Amy did not appear to mind. Chad twisted his torso, squaring his face to her ass as he pressed into her tightness. With a soft moan of pleasure she pushed back to meet him. He took one hand off her ass and moved it around her thigh and slip his fingers into her dripping pussy. He was pleased when she used the arm she was resting on to reach back and help him spread her cheeks. She was tight but relaxed and well lubricated with her own juices and Chad's spit. His head back to dart back and forth as he tongue fucked his finance's virgin ass. As much as he was enjoying his own ass feast, Vince decided he'd rather watch Chad eat Amy's ass. Her pussy was dripping all over the arm of the couch. The furniture was designed for wet swimming suits and sand. He figured the couch was not a major concern. He occupied himself by slowly stroking Chad's cock, lubricating his hand and the shaft with the pre-cum he milked from the man's dick. Every once in a while the shiny crown was too much to resist and he would replace his hand with his mouth. He could feel the couch begin to shake as Amy's cries became louder. He let Chad's cock slip from his mouth and turned to watch. He was convinced the girl had waited too long, that her orgasm had become inevitable but he was wrong. She put her hand behind her and pushed Chad's mouth away from her ass. She swung around, almost kicking Chad in the head as she did so, and found his mouth with her own. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 02 "Oh my God baby, that was unbelievable. Why have you been holding out on me?" She chided him, as she pulled away and knelt once more on the floor beside his leg. Chad shrugged. "Afraid you'd freak out I guess." Then his face broke into a broad grin. "Guess not huh?" Amy rested her chin on his naked thigh. "Not is right. I want more of that but not right now." She bite his thigh but not hard enough to hurt then turned to Vince. "Trade places?" Vince nodded and started to rise, hoping no one heard his knee pop. "It will cost you though." Amy drew her face into a faux pout. "What?" "Well, I was thinking of demanding a taste of your pussy but I know you're too close to cumming for that. I guess I'll settle for sucking your nipples. And a kiss," he added quickly. "That is supposed to 'cost' me?" she giggled. "Deal." Vince decided to take the kiss first. The faint taste of lime linger on her tongue. His hands found her lovely tits and squeezed them together, making it easier for Vince to switch from one nipple to the other. She let him play with her tits longer that he'd expected. Still, it was too soon when her hand twisted itself into his hair and forced his head away. Vince looked at her, then glanced at Chad before he spoke. "Later Amy, Chad is going to titty fuck you, while you suck my cock. He's going to cum all over those luscious tits and then I'm going to clean you off with my tongue while he eats your pussy." Chad chuckled. Amy looked taken aback, then laughed. "Bring it on hot shot. But before I suck your cock I'm going to suck my fiancé first." She knelt between Chad's legs as she spoke. "How do you take it all?" She asked Vince, totally serious now. Vince knelt on the floor beside Chad's right knee, leaned over the man's leg and kissed Amy again before speaking. "You just have to relax, like everything else relax and practice." He turned and took Chad in one slow movement, taking a moment to smell the musky odor while his nose was buried in Chad's pubes. When he pulled his mouth back, he used his hand in a twisting stroke. "Once you have his cock wet don't forget to use your hands. It isn't all about swallowing his cock. Lick it. Especially the little 'v' space on the underside of the head." He began to turn toward Chad's cock then stop and looked back at the girl. "Oh and the piss hole," he grinned, "don't forget the piss hole." Before demonstrating he used his lips to tugged Chad's foreskin over the head. He used his hand to slide the foreskin back after that, all the way back, so the head was exposed. His tongue found the "v" and went to work. All the while Amy kept her eyes glued to the action. Chad's eyes were fixed on her face. He watched lust fill her eyes and groaned, as much from that as Vince's tongue, which had now begun to dart in and out of his piss slit. Vince gestured with his head for Amy to join him. She leaned forward and ran her lips up one side of Chad's throbbing cock as Vince ran his lips down the other. Then Vince sat back and let Amy take over. When she lower her mouth over her lover's cock, Vince rubbed her shoulder. "Go slow, relax." She lower her mouth, halfway, a little further then pulled away. "I can't breathe." She complained. "Sure you can. Breathe through your nose. Try it. Just go down a little ways and hold it." She did. She held half her lover's cock in her mouth and practiced breathing for a moment. Vince rubbed the back of her neck. "A little more," he whispered. She pushed her mouth lower. He could see her start to gag. "Back a little, rest, breathe, relax baby." He leaned over Chad's leg and kissed her on the shoulder. "When you're ready try again, a little more each time." He worked with her, rubbing her neck and kissing her shoulder, encouraging her until finally she felt her nose bump against her fiancé's pubic bone. She pulled her mouth away and actually clapped for herself. "I did it. I did it." She chanted while she bounced on her heels. Chad's eyes were hot. "Great babe, but don't stop. Please. That was awesome." Vince winced at the use of "awesome". It grated on his ears as much as "like" and "whatever" but let it go. Amy smiled and took Chad in her mouth. It wasn't as smooth or fluid as Vince but she got it all down without gagging. That was great but it left Vince hanging. He looked at Chad but his head was back against the couch and his eyes were closed, his hands resting on either side of Amy's head as she perfected her new cock sucking skills. Vince moved to the couch. He rested on hand on Chad's belly and dropped his head to nip at this right nipple. As he did, he heard Chad's pant a yes. He wasn't sure if the yes was for him or Amy but decided it didn't matter. He continued to worry at the hard nub of Chad's right tit until he felt the man's body begin to tense. He sat up and touched Amy's shoulder. "Stop kiddo, not yet." Chad groaned a loud "no" but she stopped. "Why? I want to make him cum. I love it when he cums in my mouth." Vince snorted. "I'm sure you do and no doubt he will but not yet. Come over here." Vince directed her to the end of the couch, where he laid the chair cushion on the floor. He motioned Chad toward the end of the couch. Putting his hand on Amy's back Vince urged her forward. "Bend over the arm kiddo, suck his hard cock while I fuck your ass with my mouth. It's okay if you cum. I know you wanted to cum last but it will be better if I do. You kids bounce back quicker and the night is still young." "Fuck me. Look at that ass. Jesus." That had been Vince's first thought as he got his first good look at Amy's ass. Now, his hands spreading her as she bent over the arm of the couch, her little brown pucker winking in anticipation, he spoke out loud. "Fuck me. Look at that ass." Amy did not responded. She was getting face fucked and trying not to gag. Chad's hands clutched at Amy's head. When Vince spoke Chad leaned forward for a better look, never slowing the rhythm of his hips. As much as Vince enjoyed the sight of Chad's shiny cock stretching Amy's mouth he had other needs. He locked eyes with Chad, wanting to see the look in Amy's fiancé's eyes as he ate her ass. Vince scooted back on the couch, lowered his head and darted his tongue between her legs, dipping into the bottom of her sex. He hooked his tongue and drug her own wetness up her ass crack. She moaned around her fiancé's dick. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 03 Vince knew the girl was close and from the way her fiancé was pumping away at her mouth it didn't look like Chad was far behind. Vince pulled his mouth away from Amy's ass and urged her to scoot back a bit with his hands. He turned to sit with his back toward the sofa. He ducked his head, low between her legs and then wiggled his head up between her belly and the arm of the sofa. Her pussy gleamed with her excitement. He reached around her hips and pulled her onto his mouth. His stiffened tongue parted the engorged lips and dug deep into her cunt. His nose pressed against her clit. He moved in and out of her for a few minutes and then pulled back enough to begin to work on her clit. He flicked it with his tongue before sucking the kernel of her sex between his lips and tugging. His reward was Amy shoving herself deeper into his eager mouth. He sucked her into his mouth and began to flick her clit as fast and as hard as he could with his tongue. Her ass cheeks tightened under his hands and she began to buck against his mouth. When he judged that she was getting too close he stopped. He kissed and nuzzled her soft inner thighs before wiggle his way back out from under her. He stood behind her, watching her practice her new found deep throating skills on Chad. She was a fast learner. Vince rested his hands on her hips. He did so lightly not wanting to frighten her. He milked precum from his cock and rubbed it over the crown. Pressing forward, slowly, giving her plenty of time to tell him to stop he worked his cock between her legs until the head slipped into her pussy. He stopped there with his cock just penetrating her and leaned forward to kiss her shoulders and the back of her neck. This provided him a close up view of her straining mouth and Chad's hard glistening cock. Chad's fingers pushed Amy's hair away from her face, while twisting slightly, giving him a better view of her mouth on his cock. Vince didn't blame him; it was a magnificent sight. Maybe he should give his videographer buddy a call. Amy pulled Chad's cock from her mouth and began to rub it over her cheeks. She slid her lips up and down its length. She let it slide along her cheek. Vince could have leaned forward a little more and taken the head in his mouth. He thought about it. He wanted to do it but decided not to. This was Amy's blowjob. She was proud of her new skills. Let her impress her lover. He'd stay out of this one. To distract himself he returned to the back of her neck and her shoulders, nipping and licking now rather than kissing. As he did so he arched his back, slowly, very slowly burying himself in her pussy. Amy was still licking and nuzzling the side of Chad's cock. He heard her murmur, "mmm" but otherwise she did not speak. He straightened and again rested his hands on her hips as he began to stroke in and out of her pussy. He leaned his head to the side, watching as he slide out her, watching the way her inner lips clung to him, following his cock until finally slipping back to catch on the crown. He did this over and over. Amy was no longer sucking or kissing Chad's cock. It rested on one cheek. Her other cheek rested on Chad's thigh, who watched as Vince continued to slowly fuck his fiancé. Vince picked up the pace a little and began to knead her ass cheeks, spreading them so he could see her rosebud, watch it wink at him. He wiped a finger along his shaft as he pulled out, wetting it, and began to rub her sphincter. She signaled her assent by pushing against him and his finger easily entered her. He pressed down, feeling his cock sliding under his finger as he fucked her. She whimpered. Vince kicked it up another notch. He pulled his finger from her ass and leaned forward and let a string of saliva drop to her asshole. He rubbed the spit around her pucker with one hand while he lubed the first and second fingers of his right hand by rubbing them over his cock and her pussy lips. The two fingers slid into her easily. He pulled back until he slipped out of her, and then began to pop the crown of his dick in and out of her as fast as he able, keeping a steady pressure with his fingers. He did this for a moment then paused as he pulled out, his cock barely inside her. In one fluid stroke he buried himself in her sweet wet pussy. He did this a half a dozen times, enjoying the soft grunts of pleasure his efforts brought from her. Amy began to thrust her rear back to meet him. He could feel her tensing and stopped. As he leaned forward, sweat fell from his hair onto her back. He kissed her shoulders again. "No, don't stop," she gasped. "I'm so close." "I know kiddo, that's why I stopped. Remember you didn't want to cum first." "Fuck that," there was a growl of frustration in her voice. "Fuck me. Finish it." "No, not yet. Trust me." Vince slipped his hands under her shoulders and lifted her off the arm of the couch. She leaned back against his chest, their bodies slippery with sweat. Vince moved her hair back with his chin and kissed behind her ear. "Soon, kiddo. Soon. It will be worth the wait. Promise." He used pressure from his hips to guide her around the end of the couch. Chad still stood in the position he'd been in while Amy had devoured his cock, one foot on the ground, one knee on the couch. He moved down and Vince maneuvered Amy to the center of the couch. He stepped away from her and eased her to the couch, then sat beside her. Chad sat on her other side. "Lean back, relax a little," Vince whispered, as he returned to kissing the side of her neck and ear. He kissed along her chin and risked a look at Chad. Chad was busy, kissing behind her other ear. Amy raised a hand and twisted her fingers in Chad's hair. Vince felt her other arm move. He kissed along her collarbone. A glance confirmed she had her other hand between her legs, fingering herself. That would not do. "Uh uh, kiddo. Chad and I will take care of that. You need to relax." "But I want..." Her voice was high, almost whiny. That also would not do. Vince moved her hand from between her legs on laid it on his dick as he kissed her. He plucked softly at her lower lip with his teeth, kissed her on the side of her lips, his tongue caressed hers, kissed along the side of her nose and over her eyelids. He did this until the hand on his dick relax, quit squeezing and contented itself with a gently petting motion. Vince raised his head. Chad was leaning against the back of the sofa. Amy's fingers remained in his hair. He brushed the backs of his fingers up and down her arm. Vince tipped him a wink and Chad mouthed, "nice" at him. Vince began to kiss his way down the side of her neck and along her jaw. He darted his tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat and her fingers tightened on him. He worked his way across her clavicle and to her shoulder. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Chad mirroring his movements. He lifted her hand from his cock and brought it to his lips. Her fingers were slick with her own juices and the precum that continue to ooze from his dick. He didn't mind. In fact he loved it. He swirled his tongue around her index finger before sucking it into his mouth. He did the same to her other fingers before kissing her palm. He kissed his way up her arm, stopping to suck and nibble on the inside of her elbow. He had bathed her earlier, her armpit smelled of sweat but that was all. She shivered and moaned a little when he began to kiss and mouth her there. The skin was smooth not that a little stubble would have stopped him. He worked his way from under her arm and onto the tail of her breast. He kissed along the underside of her boob, along her ribs. He would have kissed his way up her cleavage but he bumped up against Chad, who continued to mimic Vince's movements. Vince raised his head for a moment as he dropped a hand between her legs. A small moan of his own escaped him as he realized how wet she was. A puddle was collecting were her ass pressed into the leather cushion. His fingers slipped inside with only a hint of resistance. Almost immediately she began to move her hips. He withdrew his fingers and rubbed her wetness over and around her nipple, pinching it once it was hard. It squirted from between his fingertips like a watermelon seed and Amy moaned as she arched her back, pressing her breast and nipple into his palm. She whimpered again when Chad repeated the sequence on her other side, first probing fingers then slickened nipple. As Vince watched, he re-wet his fingers, probing deeper this time. He smeared his fingers across her breast and nipple. Her hand began to work at his cock. He glanced down and sees her other hand clenching and sliding over Chad's erection. He dropped his head and began to pluck at her nipple as he had her lip. He did this a few more times and her hand left his dick. He didn't need to look. He simply moved his own hand between her legs, pushed her hand aside and cupped her cunt with his palm. As he did so he nipped a little harder with his teeth. "Oh fuck, Jesus, fuck," she gasped, as she collapsed into the couch. Chad reached across and took Amy's breast in his hand, holding if for Vince, who stiffened his tongue and touched it to the very tip of her nipple. Before he can do more Chad began to shake her breast, vibrating her nipple against Vince's tongue. Vince holds her other breast and copies the movement for Chad's tongue. They continue to hold her boobs for each other as they pluck and flick her nipples. "Please stop. Please," she whimpers. So they do. Vince takes the lead. "How do you want to cum kiddo? You want one of us to fuck you, eat you, what?" "I want Chad to cum too." Vince tried not to feel left out. "Okay. You want him to fuck you?" Amy nods. Chad shifts, moving to position himself between her legs and Amy's eyes snap open. "No baby. My mouth. I want you to fuck my mouth." Chad looked uncertain. "Am, you sure?" She nods. "Uh huh, but don't pull out this time. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to feel you blast off in my mouth." She almost glares at her fiancé. "Fuck. My. Mouth." Chad starts to rise up, starts to rest his knee on the couch but Amy stops him with a hand on his chest. "Fuck me first." Chad looks lost. "Fuck me first. I want to taste my cunt on your cock." Chad is baffled. Amy has never been shy in the sack but this is beyond anything he's seen. He's baffled but he eases himself off the couch and over her leg and gets the first look at her pussy since they've been fooling around on the couch. It's dripping. He's never seen her this wet. He can't resist and lowers his head and begins to feast on her snatch, licking and wallowing in her flowing pussy. When he lifts his head his cheeks and chin are shining. Instead of moving forward to slip his cock inside her he stands. He bends and puts his hands under Amy's ass. He pulls her forward and up until only the back of her shoulders and head are on the sofa. He rests her ass on top of his thighs and with one hand guides his cock into her. In the position they are in his cock is almost perpendicular to her pussy. As he thrusts his cock presses along the front wall of her cunt. A few thrusts and Amy is panting. Vince watches, tugging at his own dick. He believes Chad has miscalculated, pushed it to far, not that it matters, even if it ends on the next thrust they will have been well fucked. He misjudges Chad. He pulls out of Amy and lets her slump to the front of the couch. He bends and kisses her as he lifts under her arms, pulling her back to a sitting position. As before, he puts one knee on the couch while the other remains on the floor. He cups Amy's head with one hand and urges her forward. "You want to eat your own pussy off my dick, well her it is." He pauses, perhaps hearing how the words sound out in the open and not bouncing around inside his head. He lets go of her head and leans down, face softening. "Am, I love you, you know that right? You sure about this baby?" Amy peeks up at him and smiles. "I love you too baby." Her face hardens and she growls, "I love you but feed me that gorgeous cock of you now or I'll suck Vince off." Vince is impressed with her acting skills but personally feels she ruined the effect by winking at Chad as she spoke. Chad reaches for her, curls his fingers in the hair on top of her head and pulls her forward as his hips move toward her. Vince scoots back, eager for the show and Amy whips her head around. "Where the fuck you think you're going?" she hisses. Vince is startled, not sure if she is acting or not. He struggles to hide his confusion and merely shrugs. "You've been teasing me all night. I know what that amazing tongue of yours can do. Get down there and eat my pussy. Make me cum, make me cum now." She starts to turn toward her fiancé's cock then turns back. "You leave me hanging this time and I'll bite your dick off and use it for a dildo." Vince and Chad gawk at her and she giggles. She screws her face down once more and snarls. "Now motherfuckers, not tomorrow, now." ----- Vince finds himself once more kneeling between Amy's legs. The puddle that has collected beneath her ass stuns him. He's flabbergasted at how fucking hot this woman is, the only one who even comes close is his wife, ex-wife he corrects himself. He presses his chin into the cushion, into the puddle her pussy has made. He pushes his tongue forward and under her, barely able to reach the thicker rim of her ass. Keeping his tongue as rigid as he can he drags it up, over her perineum and into her slit. As he drags his tongue up her pussy his mouth fills and he has to swallow. That is a first for him. It excites him. He tongues her slit from top to bottom but ignores her clit. He wiggles his tongue between the inner and outer lips, pulling just the outer lips into his mouth were he sucks and licks, feeling them grow even more engorged. He does the same to the more delicate inner lips. His face is sloppy and he turns on occasion to wipe his cheeks on her thighs. He takes a break to catch his breath. He nuzzles and licks her slick thigh and watches the girl work Chad's cock. She may have wanted him to fuck her mouth but she is clearly in charge. Chad has his hands in her hair but is not moving. Vince is hesitant, not wanting to risk spoiling the spell they are under. "Dude tell me when you're close." Chad gasps, "I'm close now. She's fucking unbelievable." Vince's response is to return to her pussy. Palm up he pushes his middle finger deep into her cunt, as his other fingers spread her wide. Her clit pulses, exposed and ripe, ready for his mouth and tongue. He lowers his mouth. The finger insides presses hard against her pubis, as if capable of bending the bone, pushing her clit even deeper into Vince's ravaging mouth. He sucks her clit. He sucks it like the miniature cock it is. He runs his tongue over the sides and top of its little shaft. He tongues the head, pushes against the hood as if he could slip his tongue under it. Her hips begin to buck and he feels her body tense. A few seconds later he senses it is time. He sucks her clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue over it as fast as he is able. She bucks harder, wanting to be deeper in his mouth and get away from it at the same time. As she freezes he stops flicking her and simply sucks, sucks and pulls with his lips. He twists his body and head so he can see over her taut belly, see want is happening above him. At first glance one might assume not much. Both Amy and Chad are strangely still. A closer look shows Amy is pulling hard on her breasts, her mouth open in a silent cry, silent because she has her nose buried in Chad's pubes and her mouth is full of his dick. Chad's ass cheeks are flexing and only after a moment does he push his hips forward, though he's already as deep inside Amy's mouth as he can get. "Fuck," hisses from his mouth the way a safety valve on a boiler hisses when the pressure gets too high. Amy's throat works. Chad slowly begins to pull out of her mouth, stopping and wincing at times, as his over-sensitized cock screams that this is all too much. Amy tries but she cannot take it all. Chad's jizz leaks from one corner of her mouth. As Chad's cock escapes her mouth cum dribbles onto her breast. Vince had told Amy earlier in the evening that one day Chad would titty fuck her and he, Vince, would clean her up with his tongue. This wasn't quite as he'd planned but fortune no only favored the bold, it favored the adaptable. He rose up on his knees and pressed his body against hers as he dropped his head to his chosen task. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 04 The earlier chapters describe how Vince met Amy and Chad, including MMf sex. This chapter can be read independently, though I hope you'll read the earlier chapters as well. It contains hints of Vince's bisexuality but there is no real MM sex in this chapter if that is what you are either looking for or trying to avoid. This chapter is more sedate and provides background on Vince. All the real action starts in Part Two. If sex, not background is what you're after skip to part two. It looks like that will be near the top of page 3 in the Preview screen. It deals with Vince's first time so I've put it in that category instead of "Group Sex". I hope that does not cause too much confusion. The lyric's quoted are from "Just Like Heaven" by the Cure. Of course, everyone depicted is over 18. I hope you enjoy. ***** Part One: Amy's orgasm left her totally wiped, her body too sensitive for playing, at least for now. She had managed to swallow most of Chad's cum but what she had missed, and what had continued to drip from his cock, was now slowly sliding off her breasts, breasts I had decided were almost as hot as her ass. I don't mind sno-balling, in fact I sort of get off on it. I know some totally straight guys do it, or guys totally straight as far as can be determined. I like it as long as there is no spitting. That seems to be big in porn these days. Some guy or gal tilts their head back while someone else lets a long trail of cum and spit drop into their mouth. Yuck. I know; that makes no sense. I don't mind kissing someone who has recently had, or may even still have, cum in their mouth. I don't mind someone cumming in my mouth, in fact in the right mood I enjoy that rather a lot. I guess it is the submissiveness that bothers me; whatever the reason no one is spitting anything into my mouth. I understand many people would grimace and whine "disgusting" if I reported licking Chad's jizz off his fiancé's tits and the side of her mouth, which is exactly what I did do. Those that find that disgusting can go fuck themselves. If eating cum is so vile I assume none of the disgusted every dump a load in their wives' or girlfriend's mouths? Yeah, right. So, yes, I licked Chad's cum off Amy and I enjoyed it immensely. The only problem is my two new friends are down for the count and here I stand, kneel actually, with a blue-steel boner and no one interested in helping me do anything about it. Aw fuck, they will be back and rearing to go soon enough, sooner than I could manage in their shoes, or lack of shoes. I hope they will be rearing to go. An orgasm clears the mind, leaves you wondering, "how the fuck did I let myself to do that". What seems like a really hot idea can turn to shit in your head before your body quits quivering. Being horny causes as many bad decisions as being drunk, or it has in my case. These two have just dumped a month's worth of serotonin, prolactin and a dozen other neurotransmitters and hormones into their bodies. I am prepared for them to begin to stir, blush, hem, haw, gather their clothes and run. I hope they won't but if they do it won't be the first time that's happened to me. Usually it is guys that freak on you. First they are all over you, all "let my suck your cock" or "yeah eat my ass" sometimes even "yeah fuck my ass" then they blow they're load and "gay, who me? Fuck no. You're crazy man." I'm convinced the ones that freak the most or the truly gay ones, not the bi dudes. The bi dudes usual freak because they feel guilty over cheating on a wife or girlfriend. The repressed gay guys have more than guilt to deal with. They have the tangy evidence lingering in their mouths that they are exactly what they desperately don't want to be. As soon as some dude starts implying he's been tricked, or starts with the "what the fuck you doing man" shit I get pissed. I feel bad for the conflicted fuck wads, I really do, but I'm not their psychiatrist. Nor do I have any intention of being the object of their displaced self-loathing. After Mathew Shepard I did some serious research on self-defense. I had taken a couple of semesters of judo as a college PE elective. But after looking at the options and checking out a few dojos, they all seemed to be dojos even if the martial art in question was not Japanese. I settled on krav maga. It is a system so brutal it achieves beauty. It wasn't a great fit for me. It's more aggressive than I tend to be. I like to win but I usually win by being prepared. If you're prepared, aggression is rarely required. If krav maga failed I have back ups. I grew up in rural Iowa. Everyone had guns. I have three Ruger SR9s stashed in the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. It's a small place but if I'm to the point of wanting a gun I don't want to have to go far to get it. There is always a risk in a hooking up. I know some argue to never let a hook up know where you live. Not me, I almost always play at home. I feel safer here than in a strange hotel or someone's house. Plus this isn't really my home. I spend a few months here a year, always beach view but not always the same room. If things get too weird I can pull up stakes, head some place else. That sounds paranoid but I believe in contingency planning when at all possible. That philosophy has served me well and I see no need to abandon it. So, when some deeply closeted post-orgasmic douche asks me what the fuck I'm doing, well that is one instance where I almost immediately get pissed. My usual response is along the lines of "sucking the dick that got hard by watching me play with my own dick, that's what you dumb mother fucker now get the fuck out of my face". Usually that is enough to send them on their way. I worry sometimes what might happen if things progress. Krav maga is intended to maim, if not kill. Oh well, I can afford good lawyers. All this passes through my mind as I settle myself in the corner of the sofa. I shake my head, trying to clear out this overly heavy shit, amazed that my mind can zip from "will they walk out" to "claiming self defense after a post cock-sucking killing". No wonder my wife left me. Chad has slumped against the back of the sofa and Amy has collapsed against him. I lean back against the arm of the sofa and risking pulling a leg up on the couch and letting it rest against Amy's thigh. I am embarrassed at how happy I feel when she moves her arm over and starts to caress my leg. I try to keep my hands away from my cock. Nothing is likely to happen for a while, let the poor tormented member take a rest. The three of us simply sit; the only movement is Amy's hand on my leg. I let my erection fade. My dick leaves a wet trail as it rolls down my leg. I imagine I hear a faint plunk as it falls off my leg and hits the sofa cushion. I feel a smile flit across my lips. My poor couch. My dick is leaking on it. Amy made, literally, a puddle under her ass and I'm guessing Chad's post-ejaculation oozes tops my precum ooze. My poor couch, except it isn't really my couch. I suppose I can flip the cushions and hope whoever gets this room after me isn't one of those "check every surface with a UV light" types. The place would light up like a college head shop, or at least a college head shop in the 80's when everyone in a head shop wanted to pretend it was still 1969. I was two years old in 1969 so I couldn't really comment on the accuracy of the décor. I know some version of what we called a head shop still exist but I will hazard a guess that black light posters did not survive. I pray to God black light posters didn't survive anyway. The last time I was in a head shop was in '89, the summer after I graduated college. A girl I would marry a few years later took me to buy a bong. Neither of us smoked much but at that time in my life she was more adventuresome than I was. I remember being confused that summer about a lot of things, but Ann figured prominently in the chaos. I was especially confused the day of our little shopping excursion. Was buying a bong a friend kind of thing to do or a boyfriend girlfriend kind of thing to do? Ann moved to the top of my "what the fuck" list early in our senior year when it hit me how much I was going to miss being around her. When we both got acceptance letters to the same med school I was more ecstatic about going to med school with Ann than going to med school itself. I had no idea that I would never actually use my medical degree to practice medicine. I didn't know whole boatloads of shit back then. Ann had been in my freshman bio class, just one face in a class of over 200. I'm not sure I even remember seeing her in that class. By our junior year the classes were much smaller and those of us serious about grad school tended to see a lot more of each other. We ended up in a group of four or five that often shared one or two classes and studied together. Our little group hung out together a lot, our study group morphed into a circle of good friends. The drinking age for beer in Kansas at that time was eighteen, so there was plenty of that, plenty of midnight viewings of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show". The first time I ever got high was before seeing that movie. The fucking movie started to make sense and that really freaked me out. That intro, plus my poverty, kept my weed consumption well within manageable limits. Ann and I weren't always with the group, sometimes we found ourselves hanging out together, but I don't believe either of us considered them dates. She had a couple boyfriends during that time. She would bitch about what jerks they ended up being and I'd offer appropriate sympathy and support. I date some but nothing serious. My sophomore year I had a gen ed sociology class in Fraser Hall. I was enrolled in the college of biological sciences and that was my first class in the building. I was taking a leak one day and realized the guy two urinals down was jerking off. Like I said I was an Iowa farm boy. My first reaction was shock, and then amusement, and then I felt my dick start to get hard. That was the first time I was really conscious that something might be different with me. I had not dated seriously in high school. I was a fall through the cracks sort of kid. The logical clique for me was the 'farmers' but there was no way I intended to stay on the farm and even less chance I would join Future Farmers of America and wear one of those dorky jackets with a cross section of an ear of corn on the back. I didn't drink or smoke in high school so the 'stoners' wouldn't have me. I would have fit with the 'brains' but they were suspicious of the fact I played sports. I didn't really qualify for the 'jocks' either. I was an all around athlete, a very mediocre all around athlete. I ran cross-country but always finished in the middle of the pack; I was an okay outfielder, a slightly better batter and a barely adequate football player. I never got settled into one position. I was too small to be a good defensive player and not agile enough for offense. I started some but was never the star. The upshot was I spent a lot of time in showers with naked dudes and I cannot ever recall my gaze lingering on anyone. So, I was totally flabbergasted to realize I was getting turned on watching some guy stroke his meat. I ran. I went back though, not that day, maybe not even that week but I did go back. I never did anything; I just watched. If someone made a move toward me I'd bolt. I rarely took my dick out, and never jerked off to completion but I watched. Guys were always sucking each other off in there. There was a double door, which was why the place was so popular. At the sound of the outer door opening, everyone scrambled to hide their hard-ons in a urinal, or ducked into a stall. Half the time, the guy who came in would stand there, scope out the scene and before long have his own cock out. That shit went on all the time. On occasion guys didn't seem to mind if I stood at the door of a stall and watched them fuck. I would get so hard it hurt but I only watched. I watched and became more and more confused. I loved messing around with girls but I was still a virgin. I was popular enough but never seemed to be in the right place at the right time with a girl who was in the right frame of mind. There was plenty of petting, a lot of boob play, a reasonable amount of fingering, an occasional hand job, and on one occasion even half a blowjob that turned into a hand job but never any actual fucking. Graduation came and I was still a virgin. Ann had started to figure prominently in my jerk off fantasies but I assumed we were hopelessly caught in the "we're friends" trap. That changed the afternoon we bought a bong together. - The bong had nothing to do with it. We had no weed to smoke anyway. I'm still not sure what happened. Ann said she was tired of always supplying the means to smoke and I should get my own bong. If I smoked grass more than once a month it was unusual but I wanted to spend time with her and, I admit, I was no longer thinking of her as just a friend; I didn't want her to think I was a pussy who was afraid someone would see him duck inside a druggie store. The head shop was completely and totally fucking whacked. If you ever doubt that for some people weed is not a good idea, visit a head shop. Fuck. Ann tried to get me to buy one of the gigantic bizarre glass blown contraptions, clearly for no other reason than to embarrass me. I settled for a simple, small, smoked glass bong. We carried it back to the small apartment I rented above a truly obnoxious old lady's garage. She was obnoxious but thought it was 1952 or something. I had a decent bathroom, kitchenette and living space, utilities, except cable, included and the use of one of the garage spaces and all for $75 a month. For that rent I could abide obnoxious. As we walked up the stairs it occurred to me that Ann had never been to my apartment alone. The realization both excited and terrified me. I told myself I was a moron, that there was no reason I should be either terrified or excited, a friend was stopping by to kill some time, big deal. I stepped aside to let Ann go ahead of me. The semi-comatose Amy whose naked thigh my leg rested against has a gorgeous butt; she is truly a Hot Ass. But Ann, Ann was in a different league. Ann had been wearing a pair of volleyball shorts. This was the late 80s and shorts were very short. Watching her walk up the stairs ahead of me I knew that Ann's ass was the uber-ass from which all others were pale imitations. The gaggle of female derrieres I had ogled the past few years were mere shadows on the wall of Plato's cave. Ann's was the Ideal Female Butt that cast those shadows. Her shorts rode up as she climbed, affording me a glimpse of where the roundness of her ass merged and was transformed into her thigh. Ann was a runner and a deadly serious extracurricular volleyball player, hence the shorts. She had legs that seemed too long for her average height. As already stipulated her ass was sculpted by a master and I got so lost in berating myself for not paying more attention to her butt over the past two years that I walked right into her when she stopped on the landing. "What the heck Vince? Trying to knock me off the stairs?" She tried to sound exasperated but she didn't pull away from my accidental touch. Instead she gave me a playful hip check that landed close enough to my crotch to make me flinch. She punched my shoulder twice in quick succession. "Two for flinching." A squeezed past her on the narrow landing, fumbling for my key and using that as cover to ease my growing erection into a more comfortable position. "No fair, you don't have testicles. If you did you be wary about someone slamming their hip into them too." Ann snorted. "If I had balls I would have asked me out by now." I glanced over my shoulder as I opened the door, honestly confused. She had never seemed to want more than to just pal around or was I missing something? She stared at me for a second then gave me a goofy eyed gaping Howdy Doody-esque grin and shake of her head, indicating she had grave concerns about my intelligence and ability to care for myself without a keeper. More baffled than I ever I entered my humble abode and stood aside to let her in. After she past me, I turned to close the door, pausing to see if my old lady landlord was peering out her back door. I didn't see her but waved just in case. Nosy old biddy. When I turned around I almost dropped the bag with the bong. I began contemplating throwing the door open and abandoning Ann, my apartment, everything, perhaps even medical school, and making a run for it. Ann was perusing a Penthouse, beyond her several more lie scattered. Out of the corner of her Ann saw me freeze. Her face wore a smirk when she looked over her shoulder. She had crossed over to the ratty old couch cover with a sheet that hid the stuffing that spewed from the splits in the cushions. The rest of the room was typical poor college student décor, lots of cinder blocks and unfinished wood. The coffee table was a 2x4 section of plywood resting on four cinder blocks. It, and the floor between it and the couch, were adorned with several of the Penthouse magazines I favored over Playboy. Worse, the probably still damp tee shirt I wiped up with last night rested by her foot. Our shopping trip and her visit had been impromptu. I had not expected company. "Fuck me," I whispered to myself. "Whoa-ho Vince boy, have you been naughty?" Her voice was giggly with amusement, all of it at my expense. She flipped open to a page and began to read: "I flipped ice cold drops of margarita onto Cathy's nipples. As I bent to taste their sweetness Cathy's hands pulled my rock hard rod from my trunks." Now she really did giggle. "Pretty hot stuff Vince. Your mom know you're a perv? Any of the letters from you? Remember you have to start it with 'I never thought I'd be writing' after that you can lie through your teeth." I recovered enough to be able to speak. "Nah. I don't think they could publish my exploits. The Supreme Court obscenity ruling didn't do that far. Besides how do you know so much about Penthouse forum?" "Right. I'd believe you if not for the fact that after three beers you start moaning about how you'll die a virgin. Three older brothers that's how." I sat the bag with my brand new bong on the small kitchen table and stepped to the fridge. I could cook a meal and sit down to eat without taking more than two steps. Sometimes I miss the simplicity of those days. "Want a beer? Soda?" "You got any tea?" "I grew up in Iowa and this is Kansas. I am never, ever, without whole milk, Wonder Bread, my Bible and between March and late October ice tea. Sugar?" She shook her head, which was bowed over the magazine. "No thanks. You think any of this stuff is real?" "Absolutely, every word," I responded with a healthy dose of sarcasm. "No of course not. I think there are, at most, three guys, all in their mid-50s, diabetic, single, obese and living with their moms that write 90 percent of those letters." I opened a Rolling Rock for myself and carried it and Ann's tea to the couch. I set both on the plywood table before plopping onto the couch. She inched around the couch, still reading, and sat down. "Why do you get them then? Is it the girls or the letters?" She sounded genuinely curious. "Girls mostly but some of the letters are pretty wild, even if they are total bullshit." Ann moved down the couch and sat beside me, our legs almost touching. She laid the magazine out on the table. "So who do you think is the hottest?" Her voice conveyed only interest, not lust or judgment. I flipped to a pictorial toward the back. The woman wore cut off jean shorts and a plaid shirt. The man wore jeans and down at the heel boots; he was shirtless. They were in the desert, behind a mound of boulders, as the pictorial progress there was a blowjob, cunnilingus and finally fucking. At some point in the layout every part of the woman's body was visible. When it came to the man, only his pubes in the v of his unzipped jeans, a side view of the base of his cock just visible below her arm, and his flexed ass as he stood between her legs was on display. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 04 "That one is my favorite." I tried to copy her casual, nothing-weird-about-this-conversation tone. "Why?" "Looking at a nude woman is hot but watching people have sex is hotter. I guess that makes me a voyeur." Ann nodded. "I guess it does." She didn't sound weirded out so I tried to relax. She flipped back a few pages. "What about her?" She pointed to a blonde with gigantic tits shoved up to the level of her chin and a bald pussy. I made a face and shook my head. "Why not? I thought guys loved big boobs?" Once again all I heard in her voice was curiosity. I shook my head again. "Some maybe but not me, not that big anyway. Gross. All I can think of is how sweaty she must be under those monstrosities. In real life she probably uses half a can of baby powder a week just to keep the yeast infection under control. Ann made a face. "That's disgusting." I nodded, "my point exactly. Gross. Besides," my voice trailed off. "Never mind." I had thought of an old school yard joke but at the last minute decide it might not go over very well. "What?" I shook my head. "God," Ann growled, "I hate that crap. Just say it." "More than a mouthful is a waste." I abbreviated the joke but Ann stunned me by completing it. "Unless you're into titty fucking," she intoned with a shake of her head. I gaped at her. "Three brothers, remember?" She flipped the pages. "Who else you like?" I shrugged. "The others are all okay I guess." "Don't be such a chicken. Who do you look at when you masturbate?" I just stared. "Oh come on," Ann snapped. "You think there is anyone alive who doesn't know that guys jerk off all the time?" She held up three fingers. "Three brothers. You have any idea what the laundry hamper smelled like. Talk about gross. Speaking of which," she twisted around and bent over. When she turned back to face me I was horrified to see she had my shirt dangling between two fingers. The shirt was brown, the drying smears of greyish white stood out. She crinkled her nose. I snatched the shirt out of her hand and tossed it toward the mattress. "Ha, ha, very funny," was the best I could manage to come up with. She returned to the magazine. "So who? Or is it only the couple?" I was still mortified but I leaned toward her and our legs touched. Hers was hot. I could feel its heat through my jeans. I turned a couple of pages and pointed, a blonde but one with normal sized boobs. She sat backwards on a chair, turned so that the most of her left breast was visible. She straddled the chair. Her butt gave Ann's a run for the money. Ann nodded, as if helping me to decide on a paint color or carpet pattern. "Boobs or butt?" "Both," I admitted. She paused to take a drink of her tea. She had to sit up to do so. Her nipples were clearly outlined beneath her top. I took a long pull on my beer, vowing not to let my hand shake. She sat her tea down. When she leaned back over the magazine somehow her whole thigh was now pressed against the side of my leg. She flipped back to the front of the magazine, to the Forum section. "So which letter do you like the best? 'Hot Day at the Beach', 'My Roommate's Sister' or ooh maybe this one, 'Wife's First Threesome'?" "Not in that one." Ann looked over her shoulder at me and then glanced around at the half a dozen or so scattered magazines, about a quarter of my collection. "Which one?" I answered by getting up to fetch it. She could easily have reached it but, nervous as I was, I still wanted her to see that I had a hard-on. She must have noticed but said nothing. She simply pushed the current magazine aside to make room for the one I carried back to the couch. She leaned closer, watching as I flipped through the pages to find the letter that for the time being was my favorite. Now both her shoulder and her leg pressed against me. "That one," she asked, confirming which letter I was pointing to. I nodded. She settled back on the couch, partly leaning against the couch and partly against me and began to read. I drank my beer. The letter purported to describe how the writer had snuck under a table while at a company picnic and ate out his girlfriend, who was of course sans panties taking advantage of a long tablecloth for cover. She looked at me over the magazine when she finished. "Voyeur again huh?" I shook my head. "Can't be. It's more exhibitionism than voyeurism and even that is questionable since on one saw them." "So is it the danger factor thing, the risk of getting caught?" "Jesus Ann I don't know. I don't analyze the damn things. If I like it I like it." "Okay, fine, don't get your panties in a bunch." I decided to be honest. "I like it because he goes down on her, okay?" "That turns you on? Wow?" I didn't know how to interpret that comment. Was it weird that I thought it would be hot to eat a girl's pussy? She tossed the magazine on the table. She slipped her feet out of her flip-flops, swiveled her hips and pulled her legs up onto the couch. She faced me, sitting cross-legged on the couch, hands resting on her ankles. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and shone in the afternoon light that filled the apartment. "So you are into blondes huh? Is that why you never asked me out?" Ann's hair was almost as dark as her eyes. Her grandparents were from southern Italy and she shared their olive skin and dark hair but to her great fortune not their hirsutism. "No, the woman in the photo just happened to be blonde." "Still doesn't explain why you never asked me out though." I opened my mouth to answer but she continued, as if she weren't changing the subject. "Want to play a game?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Truth or dare. I get to go first." I frowned. "Why do you get to go first?" "Well a gentleman wouldn't quibble but if you insist. Pick a number between one and ten." "Six" "Sorry that's incorrect. I go first." She smirked daring me to object. I shrugged figuring it was no use arguing. "Well?" "Well what?" I snapped, irritated at my inability to follow the conversation. "Truth or dare? Do I really have to explain the rules? How did you get into med school anyway?" "Fine, dare." "Eat a spoonful of butter." She demanded without hesitation. "What? I don't have any butter." "Margarine is okay." "That's..." She cut me off. "You picked dare. Your choice. Do it." I did my best to look pissed but it didn't faze her. I stood up and walked around the couch while Ann's eyes followed me. I got a spoon out of the dish drainer, opened the fridge and retrieved a yellow container of Flieschmann's margarine. I removed the top, drug the spoon across the surface, held it up for her to see, popped it into my mouth and pulled the nasty glob off the spoon with my lips. I dropped the spoon in the sink. I didn't bother putting the margarine away but simply dropped it on the countertop. Of course the damn stuff won't do down. It coated my teeth and roof of my mouth. Ann giggled at my grimace. I sat down and drained the last of my beer. That didn't help; the beer was still cold and seemed to solidify the damn stuff. I kept swallowing and working my tongue over my teeth trying to rid my mouth of the cloying taste and texture. "Truff or dare," I asked with a margarine-induced lisp. "Dare," Ann answered at once. I smiled; sure I had her now. "French kiss me." My mouth was still coated with margarine. She leaned forward, grabbed my head between her hands, pressed her lips to mine and darted her tongue in and out of my mouth before I had time to think "sonafabitch". She sat back with a smile and clapped her hands. "You didn't say for how long." She explained. "Truth or dare." "Truth," I grunted, still fighting to rid my mouth of the damn margarine. "What base have you made it to with a girl?" "Third." "Who?" "Nope, that's two questions," I replied with a shake of my head. "Truth or dare." "Dare." "Kiss the bottom of your foot." She eyed me. If she tried her legs would be wide apart. I was quite blatantly hoping to see her pussy. Without a word of protest, she used her hands to pull her left foot to her lips then let it fall back to the couch. Her shorts pull tight but I couldn't really see anything, except that maybe they looked a little damp. "Truth or dare." "Truth," I sighed, as it became clear I didn't have the wits to beat her at this game. "Have you ever masturbated in public?" I start to reply but she holds up a hand. "If you've ever masturbated in public where was it?" I consider lodging a protest but I knew the judge was biased. "Library stacks." "Really?" she squeaked eyes growing wide. "In the library." "Uh-huh, it was late, I was horny, the re-shelving cart had already been through and no one every goes into the economics section. Didn't take long." She makes a face. "Did you ejaculate on the books?" "No, of course not." I was appalled. I love books. The idea of desecrating one was shocking. I couldn't believe she thought me capable of such an act. Cumming on a book? Obscene. Jerking off in the library stacks? Perfectly reasonable. "I went to the john first and had a couple paper towels stuffed in my back pocket. The only got scared after I came. I realize how much shit I could get into if I got caught. I got zipped up, dropped the towels and rubbed them around with my foot. If I had heard footsteps I would have hustled around the corner and pretended to be perusing a book. But no one was near. I dropped the used towels in a wastebasket and went home." She shook her head. "Wow, you are a perv. But a tidy one." She did not wait for me but simply stated, "truth." "If you've ever masturbated in public where was it?" "I haven't." I cocked my head. "Truth," she pantomimed swearing on a Bible, "I haven't." "Truth," I said by way of surrender. "Are you hungry?" "Yes." I replied automatically. She leaned forward and smacked my leg. "No, that was a real question. I'm starving." I shook my head, not letting her off the hook. "No way Ms. Play-strictly-by-the-book. I said truth and you asked a question and I answered. It's my turn. And yes I'm starving too. Truth or dare?" "Dare." "When the delivery guy brings the food you have to answer the door topless." She tilted her head and gave me a long look. "Seriously?" I nodded. "Seriously," I assured her. "I'll let you pick the restaurant and I'll pay but you have to answer the door topless, including no bra, that's the dare." I was sure she knew I'd let her off the hook if she refused. She rolled her eyes. "Apparently Farm Boy you failed to notice I'm not wearing a bra." She sounded irritated. After a moment she gave a single nod of her head. "Campus Corner Pizza, pepperoni and black olives." I hate black olives but it seemed churlish to say so. I nodded assent. "Truth or dare," she said by way of sealing the bargain. "Nope, games on hold until you complete the dare." I got up from the couch. "I'll order the pizza." She giggled and I looked at her puzzled. She pointed. Hers were not the only pants that were damp. My jeans were tight enough to keep the tenting to a minimum but there was a half dollar-sized circle of darker blue right where the bulge in my jeans ended. There wasn't much I could do about it so I ordered the pizza. When I hung up the phone I turned to Ann. "Ready for a beer." "Please." - I grabbed two more Rolling Rocks, handed her one before I sat back down. My back was to the sofa arm and one leg resting on the couch. Ann still sat cross-legged. She seemed calm enough. I on the other hand was being to feel like a dick. "Ann I'm being to feel like a dick. My dare is dumb and kind of mean. Let me think of another one." She shook her head as she took a sip of beer. "No. I picked dare. If it is someone from campus I'll tell them you forced me and beg them to not tell anyone." She had her thumbnail between her teeth as she spoke, looking as nervous as if she were about to be summoned to the Dean's office already. The look of horror on my face made her giggle. I was beginning to like the sound of her giggle. I was also gaining a great deal of respect for her acting ability. That was less painful than acknowledging my gullibility. "Vinny, paisano, I'm not on campus any more. We are college grads remember? Even if I was I'm not sure I would care much. One true rumor is as easy to dismiss as a dozen false ones. Relax." We sipped our beers in silence for a few minutes. "I'm Dutch and Irish." "Huh?" She looked confused. "I'm Dutch and Irish. I'm not a paisano. My mom's mom mom, maybe another mom in there was from Holland. Vince is short for Vincent, the painter." Ann nodded and returned to her beer. It was clear I was more nervous than she was. I lost interest in talking, concentrating instead on the sound of footsteps on the rickety stairs. As soon as I heard them I bolted off the couch and grabbed my wallet, intending to pay and spare Ann the dare. I grabbed a twenty and turned toward the door. Ann was already there, hand on the door, back to me. Topless. - The knock fell before I could move. Ann paused, squared her shoulders and opened the door. The guy was about our age, probably a summer student. He was looking down, fumbling with the delivery bag. "It comes to eight dollars and.." At that point his voice tailed off and he simply stared. "Sorry, how much?" Ann's voice sounded normal to me. "$8.45," the delivery guy mumbled. Ann held out her hand and the guy stood there, still staring at her chest the fucking cretin. With a shake of his head he finally spoke. "Manager insists we have to get paid first. Sorry." "No problem." She turned to me and I got my first glimpse at my future bride's left breast. "Vince you have a ten?" I was my turn to stare. Ann tossed her head in faux irritation and took the two steps needed to put her in the "kitchen" with me. Her breasts were beautiful. "Vince? A ten?" I mutely handed her the twenty in my hand and she strode back to the door. "Ten back will be fine," she said as she handed the delivery guy the twenty. He took it, handed her two fives, fumbled to get the pizza box out, handed it to her, gave one nod of his head, turned and rattled his way down the stairs, no doubt anxious for some quality alone time. Ann sat the box on the small table, crossed to the sofa, pulled her top back on, facing me as she did so, giving me a nice long look at her breasts. "Truth or dare?" she asked. I simply stared at her, realizing how much I wanted to pull her top back off and waltz her over to the mattress on the floor that served as my "bedroom". I jumped when Ann made the sound of a buzzer. "Time's up. I'm afraid you forfeit the option. The official on the field will make the call and the call is...dare." She shifted her weight to one foot and brought a finger to her chin. If she had been a sculpture she would have been "goddess in thought". She dropped the pose, walked up to me and gave me a very quick and very chaste kiss before stepping past me. "I'll think of something while we eat. Where are your plates?" We ate in silence. I didn't eat much; my head was going in circles. We finished our beers. I got Ann her second, me my third. The plates were shoved to the backside of the plywood coffee table and we resumed our positions on the couch. Her first question caught me off guard. "You wearing underwear?" "Um, yeah. But that is a question not a dare. So it should be my turn." She shook her head, looking very grave. "I did pick dare which I have yet to pronounce. The question was outside the bounds of the game." She raised her eyebrows asking silently if she need to explain the facts to me in simpler terms. "Fine," I conceded with a toss of my head that was intended to demonstrate my concession was in no way to be construed as agreement with her argument. It was simple, abject surrender. Ann nodded, seemingly satisfied with my acquiescence. "Tee shirt, jeans and underwear for you, top, underwear and shorts for me, three vs three, even Steven. I dare you to play strip rummy." I got the cards. In less than ten minutes I was down to my boxers and Ann remained fully clothed. It was my turn to deal. I squirmed, trying to keep my boner from slipping out the fly of my boxers. I won and she dropped her top behind the couch. She dealt. I lost. I stood, too turned on now to be embarrassed, hooked my thumbs in the waist of my boxers and tugged them down. When I stood my erection pointed straight at the ceiling. My balls were stuck to the inside of my left leg. I casually pulled them free and continued standing. "We still playing or is this round over?" I asked. "I don't see that you have anything left to take off, so I guess it is your turn. I'll choose truth." "How many lovers have you had?" "Um, not your most gallant question but four." "Dare," I whispered. Ann stood and pulled her shorts and underwear off in one sweeping movement. "Make it five," she whispered as she stepped into my arms. - I had never been naked with a girl before. Even the times we had gotten to the topless stage it was usually in a dark car. My pants had never been completely off and only a couple times were they even pushed off my hips. Seeing her and feeling her soft body pressed against me was overwhelming. I pulled back, fearful she would object to my hard-on pressing into her belly. She put one arm around my lower back and pulled me in close. "Don't pull away, why did you do that?" She had her head lying against my shoulder and her breath tickled the hair on my chest. "I was afraid it, my hard-on, my erection, would, you know, bother you, that's all." I kept my hands on her shoulders. "Why would it bother me doofus? I've been trying to get you in bed for the last semester. God guys are dolts." "Really? Sorry. I don't know what I'm doing here, what we're doing here." Ann tipped her head up and kissed the side of my neck. "You are getting ready to take me to bed and we're going to make love. You're doing fine Vince. It doesn't even have to be tonight, but soon I hope." She stepped out of my arms and sat down on the couch. She patted the spot beside her. "Sit beside me." I did. She picked up my arm and draped it across her shoulders as she leaned against my side. Her nipple pressed against me, a pebble in a pillow of soft flesh. Her fingers began to drift across my chest, just firm enough to avoid tickling. "Where are you usually when you make out? Here? On the mattress?" "No, usually in the car." She pulled back to look at me. "You can get girls to make out with you in the back of your tail-pipe dragging Pinto but can't get them out of their pants? Really? You've never had a girl up here?" "No. I was afraid the old biddy would evict me." "Oh Vince, you are a farm boy aren't you." The sting of her comment was soothed by the smile in her voice and soft kiss she planted on my chest, just above my right nipple. "Actually I kind of like that," Ann whispered. When she spoke again in was in a tone I had heard often in our study group. It was her 'okay enough goofing off let's get down to business' tone. "Okay, well I've been in your car. Your couch has to be more comfortable than the back of your Pinto. Are you usually in the back?" I nodded. "How do you sit?" "I'm usually in the corner," I mumble as I moved to lean against the arm and back of the couch. "Like this," I explained, though no explanation was required. "Do they lean on you?" Ann asked as she scooted over to settle in beside me. I nodded. She looked at me, all serious, "then what?" "Well we usually kiss and if it seems like things are going okay I'll work my hand under the back of her shirt." Hot Tub Trio Ch. 04 Ann sat back and then stood. She reached for her shorts. I looked at her in a panic. "What's wrong? Did I do say something?" I knew I hadn't. She had simply come to her senses, changed her mind. "Huh," she looked confused. "No, God Vince relax. Put you pants and shirt back on, skip the boxers though." "Huh? Why?" "Let's do this the way you are use to. I think it will help you turn your head off for a once. Piasano you think way too much for your own good. Come on." She reached for her top and pulled it on as I stood up, shaking my head. I picked up my jeans and pulled them on. I had to flex my hips to get my dick back inside. Thank God they were button fly jeans, getting caught in a zip would have ended the evening in a flash. I pulled on my tee shirt, not bothering to turn it right side out and sat back down. Ann remained on her feet. "I bet you would have music on wouldn't you." She didn't wait for an answer but skipped around the coffee table to the makeshift media center and rummaged through the cassettes scattered there. "Joshua Tree, too serious. The Ramones too belligerent." She rejected another half a dozen. "This will work." She popped open the cassette player, dropped in it, pushed it shut with a click and hit play. It was a double 'album', whether she had picked the second cassette on purpose or not I never knew. After a moment of hissing the drum intro to "Just Like Heaven" thumped through the room, or would have if I could have afforded a sub-woofer and a better receiver. Ann adjusted the volume and walked slowly back to the couch, swaying her hips and shoulders to the music and singing softly along with the opening lines. She settled in beside me, lying against my side but looking at me. She was so beautiful with her bemused half smile and dark eyes, that even now 24 years later the memory twists my heart into a hard knot that makes it hard to breath. My throat tightened and I felt my eyes begin to mist. "You okay?" Chad's voice broke into my reverie. Amy is drowsing against his chest. I stand and stretch. "Back is a little stiff." He nods, letting it go. I jerk my head toward the bedroom. "You and Amy are welcome to crash for a while. Sheets are clean," I glance around the couch. "Although after this I'm not sure that is a major concern." "You want us to take off?" Chad's voice is neutral. I pause wondering if he is asking to be let off the hook or asking to stay. "Up to you. Amy looks like she might need some time to recover. Like I said your welcome to crash for a while, all night if you want. I'm fine with the couch. I think I'll listen to some music and try to chill a bit before I go to sleep." Chad nods. He urges Amy to her feet. She looks more innocent than ever as he guides her with his hands on her hips toward the bed. Innocent looking or not I feel my cock take notice of the sheen on her thighs. I follow them long enough to grab a pillow and a spare blanket and then retreat to the living room. I look at the couch. It is a mess. Feeling twenty-one again I spread the blanket on the floor and toss the pillow on top of it. I angle the two speakers that are accessible toward my head. I turn off all the lights and open the patio door. Through the screen I can hear the ocean rumble ashore, the lights from the pool hide most of the stars but the last of the rain clouds glow, backlit by a full moon. I consider lighting up a bowl but quickly dismiss the idea. I make sure the volume is down low, scroll through my iPod's playlists, looking for one I had made years ago that reproduced a mix tape Ann and I would listen to as we'd fall asleep, usually one of us atop the other, deeply sated. I lay down on my back, head between the speakers and watch the moon dappled clouds drift across my field of vision, point the remote and hit play. She had run away with me yet I had ended up alone in the end. It is easier to lose myself in memory than to recapitulate the myriad of reasons why I am a fucking idiot. - Part Two: All those long years ago, my lovely down to earth all business Ann, she of dark shining eyes and gentle smile, grew impatient and gave me a playful punch in the ribs. "Aren't you supposed to be kissing me doofus?" I was, so I did. She tasted of pepperoni and Rolling Rock and I couldn't get enough of her. She turned so that she faced the back of the sofa and laid across me, almost sitting in my lap, her upper body supported by the arm of the sofa. I had an arm around her back and my other hand rested on her tummy, outside her shirt. She had one hand in my hair; the other was under my tee shirt, skittering and dancing over my side and ribs. Her lips were soft but as we kissed I could feel them swell and grow ever so slightly firmer. I lost myself in the antics of her tongue. At times it took control, darting at will, pressing against mine. At other times it was more languid, allowing me to gently suck and tug at it with my teeth. I pressed my face against her cheek and she turned her head toward my chest. I pushed her hair aside with my nose and kissed her cheek, inching back to finally kiss behind her ear. Bingo. She mewled against my chest and her hand tightened in my hair. I continue to kiss her there, soft wet caressing kisses interspersed with firm, almost aggressive ones. Her whimpers seemed to resonate through my chest. My hand found its way under her top but I resisted the urge to move it to her breasts. I lightly stroked her tummy and side as I abandoned her ear and began to kiss along the taut rigid of muscle, her sternocleidomastoid, my irritatingly rational mind insisted I call it. I found myself stopping to bury my nose in her hair or against her neck, inhaling deeply, wondering how, after knowing her this long, I been clueless about how wonderful she smelled. It wasn't cologne or shampoo, nor sweat and certainly not body odor; it was just Ann, essence of Ann and it was far more intoxicating that beer or dope. When I had kissed my way down to her collarbone, I reversed course, licking, in one long stroke, all the way back up to her ear. I flicked her ear lobe with my tongue. I was so lost, lost in tasting, and in smelling, and in feeling her skin against my lips, I hardly noticed when she bit my chest. It was only later, feeling pain while showering, that I discovered the dark oval bruise bearing the faint marks of her teeth in the middle of my left chest. I kissed along her jaw and found her mouth. With each stroke my hand moved up her side. My fingers danced on the soft skin below the mound of her breast. Ann's tongue grew more forceful, unable to wait, she twisted her body and her breast found its way into my open palm. Her nipple was already hard. Even as I kid I tried to do my homework, tried to be ready. You couldn't learn everything from a book but background always helps. The Joy of Sex contained a warning that women hated guys twisting at their nipples as if tuning in a staticky radio station. I tried to follow their advice on how to approach nipple play. I kneaded her breast gently, moving it in soft circles over her chest. Ann moaned into my mouth and I thanked God for making me a reader. Inspiration struck and I pulled my mouth and hand free. I waited until she opened her eyes to see what I was doing. When she did I licked my palm, and keeping her gazed fixed on my eyes, slipped my hand back under her top and, barely grazing her, slide my moistened palm in slow circles across her nipple. She gasped and sucked a quick breath between clenched teeth before dragging me back to her mouth by my hair and assaulting me with her tongue in a most wonderful way. Her free hand left my side and began to squeeze and rub my cock through my taut jeans. We continued this way, enjoying each other, anxious to move on but reluctant to leave behind the sensations we had only just begun to give each other. Eventually, I think I broke the kiss. I do know that it was my hands that tugged her top up and when she started to reach for it, started to pull if off, I shook my head, kissed her softly and whispered, "leave it, not yet." She looked confused but complied. I pulled her onto my lap as I scooted under her. With her top pushed up her breasts sloped toward me, the right nestled against my chest. Once more I licked the palm of my hand and began to tease her left nipple, only now I could watch her face, see the effect my actions had on her. She would arch her back then collapse back into my lap, her lower lip caught between her teeth. The way she was laying it was hard to reach her right nipple. This seemed a great tragedy to me. I wet the ball of my thumb and managed to work it between my chest and her breast. I pressed my wet thumb against the crinkly flesh of her nipple and stroked it in small circles, praying I was not falling into the "radio tuning motion" trap. Her response to my touch assured me that I was not. I went back to her left breast. I massaged it softly, watching as Ann rubbed her face against my chest, sometimes twisting to bury it in my axilla. With trepidation I finally grasp the hard little bud between my thumb and first finger and, remembering the book's advice, very gently, pulled. She began to wiggle and groan so loudly it frightened me. I pulled my fingers away and drew in a shaky breath in preparation for apologizing but Ann spoke first. "No, don't stop. Please." My fingers return to their play. Her wiggling was becoming uncomfortable; it was my hard-on she was wiggling against. I shifted down the couch a little more, letting her lie back on the couch. I was propped up on my left hip behind her, able to lean and reach most of her body with my hands and mouth. Her legs remained draped across mine. I kissed her right neck, ear and cheek in the fashion that worked so well on the left. Before long I had to find her mouth with my own. Time had lost all meaning. It is possible we lay there kissing for a couple minutes or a couple of hours. As we kissed I let my right hand drift from her breasts and began to stroke her tummy and then wandered down to stroke just above her shorts. She moved her hips, thrusting them toward my hand wanting more. As I kissed my way down her throat, my fingers dove beneath the elastic band of her shorts to brush through her soft mass of curls. She moved her hips trying to get her pussy under my fingers, but my fingers politely declined her invitation. I kissed my way down her cleavage and remembering her comment about titty fucking, I made sure they were wet, very wet kisses, wondering if she would really let me do such a thing to her. I avoided kissing her breasts or nipples. My fingers brushed lower and lower through her bush until I could feel the soft indentation, the head of the valley that would lead me to her clit and her pussy. Judging the time to be ripe, I moved my hand lower, and with more luck than skill, parted her with my middle finger then slide it up an over her clit. As simultaneously as possible, I took her left nipple into my mouth. Her hips bucked so hard for I thought she was having an orgasm but she settled back into the couch as I stilled my finger and lips. She was panting softly, one arm over her eyes, the other clutching at my hair. I knew what I wanted. I had known since we had sat back down on the couch. After she quieted I decided it was time. I began to slowly move my finger over the rock of her clit. She was so wet that even those gentle movements brought a faint squelching sound to my ears. I tongued, and flicked her left nipple for a bit longer before turning to the right. Satisfied I had given equal attention to both nipples I started to kiss my way down her belly. I stopped for long moments at her belly button, sucking it into my mouth and fucking it with my tongue before moving lower. It was awkward but I did my best to kiss long the top of her shorts before freeing my hand and legs to scoot from under her and kneel on the rough wood floor in front of her feet. There was no way to move the coffee table, the wood was not attached to the blocks, so I pushed with my chest against the couch and was able to move it, screeching in protest, back several inches. I tugged Ann's hips around, hooked my fingers under the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down. She silently lifted her hips, allowing them to slip over the swells of her ass. I pushed them to the floor and she moved to pull a foot free but I press her leg back down with my elbow. Her feet were trapped in the shorts but her legs were free. I slide my hands between her knees and pressed, urging her to let her legs fall open but she resisted. "No. I'm all sweaty. I played volleyball this morning before I came over." She whispered softly. I kissed the inside of one knee than the other. "Sssh baby," not even realizing I had called her 'baby' until later. "It's okay. Relax." Slowly, she let me push her knees apart. I was okay with slow; anticipation is half the joy. It was worth the wait. - Her sex gleamed at me. Tiny beads of clear nectar were trapped in the sparse hair that lined her lips, lips that were engorged, almost pulsing under my gaze. Reigning over it all, her rock hard clitoris jutted from under its hood. "Oh Ann, fuck me baby. Your pussy is so beautiful." I heard my voice but didn't really have any control over it. The insistently rational part of my brain started raving that she would be disgusted by the comment. I'm not sure if she even heard me speak. This wasn't the back of a car in the darkest corner of a parking lot. It was early evening, the apartment awash in light. I wanted, needed, to see more. I slide both hands over the top of her thighs, turned them and drug my fingers firmly down the inside of her thighs. I was captivated by the sight of her pussy twitching as I did this, looking like a fish gasping in a creel. The simile seemed inappropriate for such a wonderful part of her body and I mentally chided myself. The next time I passed my hands over her thighs I let them rest on her hips for a moment before moving my right hand to cup her sex. I didn't do any more than that. I simply held my palm pressed against her. She squirmed against my hand a few times then subsided. I brought my left hand over and very softly pressed both thumbs along side her clit and separated her, exposing as much of the length of her clitoris as I could without fearing I would hurt her. Her hips traced small ellipses under my hands. I moved my hands down, thumbs carefully pulling the outer lips away from the inner, forcing the inner lips together. I watched as clear fluid collecting and began to run down the ridge were they meet. My thumbs reached the bottom of her slit and move inward, parting her inner lips as I moved my hands upward once more. I paused near the middle, spreading her, gazing in wonder at the velvety folds of her pussy, the sides running wet with liquid that pool at the lowest point. Holding her open with one hand, I dipped my finger into the pool then licked it clean. I dipped it again and used the slickened digit to massage her clit. I ran my wet finger over it, dragging the hood back slightly before sliding my finger forward along one side of her little shaft. I began to draw figures of eight, up and over the head, along the top of her clit, then down one side, back up and down the other side. When Ann began to move too much I would stop, let her cool off a bit then start again. When I moved forward, careful not to kneel on her feet, still caught in her shorts, she offered another soft protest. "I should shower. I'm probably all stinky. Just make love to me." "Ssh," I whispered back. "You don't smell baby." She did smell. She smelt gloriously of sex and woman. It was a strong scent but in no way malodorous. I can come no closer than it was the smell of a foggy wood on a damp spring morning, rich and deep. She entered through my nose and spilled through my body and finally the rational part of me, the questioning part of me was washed away. I kissed my way up her thighs, alternating sides as her hands again found my hair. Her scent grew stronger and my kisses more urgent. I longed to take her nub between my lips but she seemed so close to the brink and I didn't want her to cum yet. I had never gone down on a woman before. The closest I had come was surreptitiously sucking on my fingers after finger fucking a chick once. I kissed her inner thigh, softy gazing at the center of her womanhood before turning my head and lowering my mouth. Any advice I might have gleaned from The Joy of Sex was lost to me. I had no idea, or even concern, for technique I simply had to taste her, drink her in. As I had with my palm, I covered her sex with my mouth. I sucked lightly, pulling her lips between my own. I pushed my tongue forward and my mouth filled. I swallowed. I sucked and lapped my way up to her clit. Stopping often, wiping my face on her thighs and then licking and nipping at her, long past worrying she'd think me a mad dog. When I finally took her clit between my teeth it didn't take long. Ann's legs clenched against my head, trapping me, not that I was trying to escape. At first the hands in my hair jerked my head forward as she began to thrust into my mouth, then she stilled. As a long shuddering cry whistled between her teeth and hand quiet tugging and began to push me away. I resisted. I loved the feel of her clitoris as it spasmed between my lips and under my tongue. Her hands became more insistent. I heard her panting, "stop, it's too much, please." Even then, before I was aware I was in love with her, perhaps even before I was in love with her, there was no part of me that desired to hear Ann plead. The fog of my lust lifted long enough for me to heed her wishes. I stopped. I rested my face on her leg and watched her pussy continue to twitch and flow as her breathing began to slow and her hands relaxed in my hair. After a time, I rose, as unaware that my knees were raw as I was of the bite on my chest, and wiggled my way behind her, my legs twisted over the side of the couch since there was no room for them. I rested my head on her belly, listening to the echoing thud of her heart. Her breathing slowed and we stayed that way for long minutes, her drowsing and me brushing my fingers through the soft tuft of her pubic hair as I pondered what alchemy had turned carbon and iron, oxygen and phosphorus, calcium and nitrogen into something as beautifully alive and vibrant as Ann's body. - Ann's fingers started to brush my sweaty hair off my forehead. My belly ached with the worse case of blue balls I'd every experienced. Thumbing open my jeans to relieve the pressure was almost the topmost item on my mind, second only to my worry regarding what Ann's reaction would be. She had said she wanted to make love. Did what we had just done count? What was the polite thing to do at this point? Well she was playing with my hair. That seemed safe, although the only hair I could reach was her somewhat dampened bush. My hand had slipped down to rest on her thigh. I moved them back to her bush, tiltng my head a bit so I could watch my fingers brush and softly pluck at the thick black curls, re-awakening her scent. Without thought I inhaled her slowly, deeply. The fingers combing my hair paused. For perhaps the first time in my life I followed the adage that fortune favored the bold. "God, I love the smell of your pussy." I whispered but loud enough she could hear. I continued to brush my fingers through her bush, then rolled over her thigh and laid my face next to her sex and inhaled deeply. I let my fingers drift lower, avoiding her clitoris, if it was anything like my dick it would be almost painful to touch right after cumming. I tickled her lips with my fingertips. I increased the pressure and two fingers easily slipped into her still very wet pussy. I heard her draw a breath and the fingers in my hair clenched. I just held my fingers there, not moving. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 05 I have categorized this as "Group Sex" since I believe that fits better overall than "Gay Male". In Part One Vince and Chad pleasure Amy, though there is some contact between the two men. In Part Two Vince relates his first time with a another guy. Be forewarned that section is all MM action. Overall this chapter has a darker tone. ***** Part One Vince rolled onto his left side, punching the pillow into a tight ball to support his head. He pulled a corner of the blanket over his shoulders. He could see the red glow of the cable box reflected in the glass patio door. He squinted and reversed the digits in his head not believing it was only a few minutes past ten. The day felt like it had lasted a week. Or perhaps it was only the memories that lasted a week. He cherished his memories of Ann though they often left him feeling adrift. Adrift in, what was the line, "above a raging sea", that was it. He wasn't above it; he was in it. He was a good swimmer but when his strength gave out he knew what he hoped his last thoughts would be. He slept, not well, but he slept. He dreamed of Ann but everything was jumbled. She skipped through his dreams seemingly at random. He dream of her in places he had never taken her. He dreamed of others in memories that belonged only to Ann. In the final dream of the night he dreamt of her in the tearoom, the one back in Fraser Hall, where he use to stand just watching all those years ago. She leaned against a wall. He knelt, naked, on the cold tile floor in front of her. She pulled her skirt up and he buried his face between her legs. Aroused she was always amazingly wet but when she came in his mouth this time it was too much, a torrent. He couldn't keep up with her. He felt liquid run from his mouth. He couldn't breathe. He tried to pulls his mouth away but couldn't. The harder he pulled the more his mouth filled with hot fluid. He swallowed convulsively but could not swallow fast enough. Hot liquid spewed from his mouth and splashed onto his chest. He put his hands on the wall behind her and shoved with all his strength. Anne's arms were around his shoulders, holding him tight. She was suffocating him. His mouth was full. Unable to hold his breath any longer he inhaled. His throat filled with liquid and he began to choke. His vision funneled down to a tiny point of light and he heard the ocean roaring in his ears. He had time to wonder how he could hear the ocean in Kansas before the invisible cord that bound him to her snapped. He pitched onto his back, head striking the tile floor. The single pinpoint of light that had filled his vision exploded into shooting stars, white and black that corkscrewed across his eyes. The dream Vince drew in a shuddery breath and began to cough. His mouth tasted of cum, cum and something else, something metallic. He shook his head, struggling to clear his vision. Ann was no longer standing in front of him. She stood to one side, staring. Her eyes were wide but the shine was gone. Her beautiful face was marred by a sick half smile of horror. Her hand hovered motionless half way to her mouth. In her other hand she held the simple bouquet of daisies and Queen Anne's lace she had carried down the aisle on their wedding day. She was clad in the simple white dress she had chosen to wear the day she had wed him. The front of the dress was spattered with red. He stared, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. His chest hurt. He remembered she had bit him in her passion but that made no sense. That had happened long before they married and there had been no blood. He pushed himself up onto his elbows. Something dripped from his mouth and landed on his chest. He touched the spot with the fingers of his right hand and then held them to his face. They were smeared with red. He looked down at his chest. His left nipple was gone. Where it should have been a ragged hole pulsed with blood, shockingly red in the harsh glare of the men's room's lights. Red, red running down to puddle in his navel, red running off his sides, there was red everywhere. It was too much, impossible for it to be blood. But it was blood. He sat up. Staring again at the red fingers of his right hand, he wiped his lips and chin with his left. He did not want to look at his left hand but this was a dream and though he screamed to himself not to look; he looked. Red. His mouth was full of blood. He tried to stand but his feet kept slipping from underneath him. He was sitting in a widening pool of blood, deep enough that it almost covered Ann's bare feet. But it was his cock not the blood that fixed his gaze. His cock was huge. It reached as high as his chest and was as big around as a softball bat. It was hard, hard and throbbing. As he stared an orgasm tore through his body without warning. He ejaculated and the ejaculate was blood, hot blood, scalding blood that spattered his chest and face etching splotches of searing pain. He pawed at his face, trying to rid himself of the fire. When his vision cleared he saw the figure of a man, leaning against the wall where Ann had stood. Vince recognized him and shuddered. Ann did not appear to see the man or in any case her face remained turned toward Vince. The man was naked. He shouldn't have been. When Vince had sucked him off the man had simply pulled his erection from his pants, offering it to Vince framed in pleated wool and a brass zipper. He was naked now. His hands were clutched between his legs and blood dripped from between his fingers. His dick lay on the tiled floor at his feet, just his dick, no balls. The base was jagged, gnawed. Vince put a hand to his mouth. Impossibly, the dick was still hard, just as impossibly it continued to eject streamer after streamer of cum that latticed the blood on the floor with white. Vince's hands and feet slipped and splashed in the blood as he scrambled backward on his ass to get away from the mutilated figure. The man mocked him with a smirk. His back thudded against something hard that toppled and fell with a crash. Vince tore his eyes from the bleeding man and looked at the floor beside him. The tile was gone. He sat on bland featureless carpet, carpet designed to quiet the step without drawing attention. An easel lay there, under a spray of flowers bedecked with a ribbon he could not read. He jerked his head to the other side. A satiny red hued casket sat atop a catafalque surround by flowers. Behind him a voice spoke. It was the voice of his old bitch of a landlady. "Yes, it is all so sad, so awfully sad. You heard what happened?" The words were spoken in a tone that made it clear that the old bitch would tell her tale regardless of her listener's answer. A pause. A whispered answer he could not decipher. Then the old bitch spoke again. "Oh no, that wasn't it at all. No, her husband killed her." - Vince jerked away from the hand on his shoulder, swinging wildly. He heard a soft cry of surprise. He scrambled backward until his back slammed into the media cabinet. It rocked, threatening to toppled over on top of him. The pain in his shoulder woke him but it took a moment to recognize where he was and who the woman was that stood staring at him, looking half worried and half afraid. It clicked as Chad came rushing in from the bedroom, his hard-on flopping from thigh to thigh, looking ridiculous as hard-ons do when viewed objectively. Chad did not look concerned or frightened, merely alert. "What's going on?" Vince's mouth was dry and his heart was still pounding in his chest. He made no effort to answer. "I got up to pee," he heard Amy's shaky voice begin. "I didn't know where I was at first. You," she nodded her head toward Chad, "were asleep. With a boner." Unbelievably she paused to chuckle. "That brought everything back. Then I heard someone in the living room. I figured it had to be Vince but he didn't sound right. It was more of a groan than a voice. When I went to see what was up, he was on the floor all twisted up in a blanket. It was obvious he was having a nightmare. I tried to wake him up. I called his name but not very loud. I didn't want to wake you." She gave Chad a sidelong glance then turned to look at Vince. "When I shook you, you stopped and opened your eyes. You looked like you were awake. You even talked to me. Then you started jerking around and slammed into the TV stand." As she spoke her face fell in on itself and assumed a look of both fear and concern. Seeing it Vince's mind snapped back to his dream. Amy's face wore an identical expression as the dream Ann's. Vince licked his lips and managed to speak. His voice sounded old, old and creaky as if his jaws and tongue needed lubrication. "Bad dream. Really bad dream." He shook his head and his voice was steadier when he spoke again. "I didn't hurt did I? Amy shook her head. Chad stood behind her, one hand on her shoulder. Vince nodded. "Good. I'm sorry if I scared you. I don't usually have nightmares but that one was a doozy." He ran his hands through his hair, then rolled to his feet and stood. He needed to steady himself with one hand on the media cabinet and he felt a flash of shame at showing his age to these two irritatingly young and resilient lovers. He shooed them away with one hand, which made him look far older than being a little woozy when he stood. "You two go back to bed. I'm going to get a drink. I'm fine." Chad started to turn but Amy looked at Vince. "You sleeping on the floor? Why?" She glanced at the couch and her eyes widened at the giant dark spot on the center cushion. Once more, somewhat inappropriately, she giggled. "Oh I see." She looked back at Vince. When she spoke Vince could only stare in surprise. Her voice was her own but the tone was that of Ann's old "no more goofing around it is time for business" tone. It was unnerving. "You aren't sleeping on the floor. It's a king size bed. There's room for three or we can head back to our place." Vince looked at the clock on the cable box, quarter till one in the morning, and shrugged. "Anyone else want a drink?" They all did but Amy ran to pee first. Vince didn't hear her wash her hands. After the places he had had his mouth he decided it was pretty much a moot point. He poured three glasses of cold water from the pitcher he kept in the fridge. He downed his and poured another. The cold water washed the dream's residual taste of terror out of his mouth. He knew he would not be able to forget the dream but he has happy to let it settle to the back of his mind. He held up the pitcher by way of an offer but Amy and Chad both declined. Vince hated waking up to dirty dishes. While they looked on in amusement he put the glasses in the dishwasher and quickly scraped away the dried out cheese and stale crackers into the trash and added the plate as well. Satisfied he clicked off the light, checked the front door bolt and elected to leave the patio door open. A quotidian bedtime routine if one ignored the naked young lovers who followed him into his bedroom. He passed the bed and went to the double sink. He picked up his toothbrush, waved at them and asked, "anyone else, I have extras?" He did, a half a dozen. His toothbrush purchases were something of a joke at the small grocery where he shopped. Amy and Chad glanced at each other then moved toward him. Amy saluted him. "I feel like I'm back in camp. Yes sir, counselor Vince sir, I will brush my teeth before lights out sir." She giggled. Vince was inclined to be irritated, wondering if that was a crack about his age but his irritation was lost when Chad spoke. "Hey Am my love, uh did you let any of the camp counselors eat your pussy before they sent you off to brush your teeth?" His voice was as level as if he'd asked her to pass the ketchup but his mouth was twisted in a wicked grin. Amy eyed him coolly. "Actually Mr. Smartypants one of them did eat my pussy but I wasn't a camper. I was the activity director and before we brushed our teeth I ate her pussy too. It was my first 69." As she spoke Vince was opening up two toothbrushes. She took one, wet it, squirted a line of toothpaste and began to brush. She stopped, and with a foamy mouth added. "We finger fucked each other in the shower after we brush." She rinsed and spat. "Thought you might like to know that as well." Now it was her face that wore the wicked grin as she sashayed over to the bed. Vince gave Chad a questioning look but Chad only shrugged and began to brush his teeth. Vince rinsed his mouth and turned toward the bed, sure he'd be unable to sleep. He had left his pillow in the living room and went to retrieve it. When he picked it up it was wet with his sweat. The dream threatened to rush back into his head. All that blood. He pushed the memory aside. Amy was in the middle. Chad was on his back and Amy was lying on her side, her breasts pushed up against her fiancé's side and using his arm for a pillow. Her hand played across his chest and belly. Vince was not usually a fan of men who shaved but he had to admit Chad looked good with just the small close cropped rectangle above his cock, a lovely uncut cock that was coming back to attention, whether because of Vince's stare or Amy's fingers or both was unknowable, even to Chad. Vince crawled in on the other side of Amy, hugging the edge of the bed, praying he wouldn't fart in his sleep then deciding the only reasonable prayer was one that asked that the two lovers be asleep before he farted in his sleep. That wish was at least theoretically possible. He mumbled a good night, turned off the light and tried to find the driest part of his pillow for his head. Behind him he heard a faint "ppfftt" followed by Amy's giggles. He felt the bed bounce as Chad jostled her. "Jesus Amy what the hell?" "Hey, "she snapped back between bleats of laugher. "You should thank me for breaking the ice, like you two won't be firing away soon enough." "Just like camp," Vince thought to himself. "Finger fucking, pussy eating and bed farts." He wasn't upset. He was relieved. The silliness, the juvenile sleep over feel of the whole situation helped him banish the memory of his dream. - None of them could sleep. Vince listened for the telltale deepening and slowing of their respirations but that never came. He wasn't sure how long he laid there, long enough for the hand under his head to fall asleep even if its owner could not. He rolled onto his other side. The moon had passed beyond the building but the light from the pool shone through the open window. There was enough light to see that Amy was still nestled against Chad's side. The sheet was only pulled up to their knees. Chad's erection bobbed unheeded. Amy's bikini bottom left a small pale triangle on her tanned ass. The triangle glowed in the dark. It was bisected by her shadowed butt crack. He remember how her ass had looked between his hands, how it felt and tasted on his tongue. He also remembered that of the three of them, he had not gotten off. His cock remembered that fact as well and began to lengthen and roll up the leg it rested against. He thought about reaching out and touching her ass, letting his fingers tease her crack open. He would be so gentle she'd not even wake. He would jerk off, letting the head of his cock brush against her and then blow a load all over her back and ass. He could picture it in his head, the way some of his cum would be mostly liquid and run off her back, while the thicker globs of white would linger for a time, grow softer until they too begin to flow across her soft skin. He'd rub his softening cock in his jizz, spreading it over her back. Chad would be watching. Chad would be hard. Chad would roll Amy on her stomach and begin to lick Vince's cum off her back, the same as Vince had licked Chad's load off her tits earlier. Chad would lick and Chad would be hard. And while Chad licked Vince would suck his cock. His mind full of cum dripping asses and hard dicks, Vince began to stroke his own, now fully tumescent, cock. He had barely begun when Amy twisted her head around to look at him. "Vince, what are you doing?" She whispered. Chad rolled onto his side and looked over Amy. "Yeah Vince what are you doing?' "To be honest, thinking about jerking off on Amy's hot little tush." "Oh really," she purred. "What makes you think I want you jerking off on my hot little tush? Thanks by the way." She wiggled her butt at him as she spoke. "Oh, I wouldn't actually have done it. I would have rolled away when I was ready to cum." She rolled over to face him. They were both looking at him, Amy face resting in her hand and Chad propped up on one arm looking over her shoulder. "Are you saying my ass isn't good enough for you to cum on?" "Not at all," Vince replied with a shake, still slowly stroking his erection. "Like I said it is a hot little ass. In my experience some women feel belittled when men cum on them. I view the act as a testament to their ability to make me crazy with desire but not every woman agrees with me on that. So, in the absence of clear consent or a clear request, I err on the side of caution." She nodded. "Fair enough. Do you really want to cum on my ass?" Fortune. Bold. "No, I'd rather cum in your ass but cumming on it would be hot as well." Amy frowned, then rolled to look up at her fiancé before looking back at Vince. "I've never done that, anal I mean. We've talked about it, while we're fucking we talk about it anyway. I mean if you moaning 'I want to fuck your tight little ass Amy' counts as talking." She rolled her eyes but Vince doubted Chad could see that. "Afterward we just let it dropped. I'm not sure I'd like it." "Maybe not," Vince answered with a shrug. "I'm afraid it will hurt," she paused then added softer, "or that it will be all dirty and gross afterward." Vince stopped playing with his dick and scooted up to sit against the headboard. "If you've never done it then it isn't something we should try tonight, assuming we try anything more tonight. You have to take your time, work up to it slowly; if you do that it shouldn't hurt. Some women like it. I like it." Amy snorted. "Oh well okay, you like it, that makes it okay then, you and every other man in the world." Vince saw Chad's grin and resisted the urge to smile back at him. "That's not what I meant." Amy looked at him then her eyes widened in comprehension. She turned to look at Chad. "Do you like that? I mean not do you like doing it but getting it up your butt?" Chad's smile faded but he slowly nodded. "What the fuck," Amy whispered shaking her head. "I don't get it. Why would a guy like that? Jesus." Vince laid his hand on the top of her head. "Liking that doesn't make you gay. Plenty of straight guys like having their prostates massaged. Some people believe a woman's g spot is basically the same as a prostate only miniaturized. If having your g spot stimulated feels good why shouldn't a guy like having his prostate stimulated?" Amy glared at him. "Because I can stimulate my g spot inside my pussy. You have to shove something up your ass to stimulate your prostrate. And my pussy is full of poo. It's not natural." Vince suppressed his natural urge to correct her pronunciation, prostate not prostrate, one's a gland the other is a posture of submission. He had no comment on the use of the word "poo". He chuckled at her but gently making it clear he wasn't laughing at her. "Not natural? Define natural but don't give me that old 'you can't make a baby that way' nonsense. You can't make a baby by having my tongue buried in your twat either, or by deep throating your fiancé's trouser snake. You do those things because they feel good and because most of us get off on making our partners feel good. I would argue trying to make others feel good is natural enough." Hot Tub Trio Ch. 05 At that Chad threw back his head and snorted loudly. "Vince, man you are good but so full of shit. 'Make other's feel good'? Sex as altruism? Really?" Vince shrugged. "Fine I may have overstated things a bit but you can't deny you get off on making Amy cum can you? Fucking is a harder example because usually both people enjoy that, but even with fucking don't you have more fun when you believe what you're going is making her crazy? Oral sex is easier for me to argue. I don't view it as a chore to go down on a woman," he shrugged. "Or a guy for that matter. It makes me excited to know how revved up I can make them with my mouth and tongue. I think that is the same for most people. Maybe some go down on a partner because they feel they have to but I hope most do it because they like doing it." He was happy to see Amy nod agreement. She rolled onto her back and pulled Chad down for a quick kiss. "He's got you on that one babe. I didn't really like going down on you before." Chad interrupted her, "really?" "Really. I could tell you weren't really enjoying it. I felt like a total failure at what men are supposedly always dying for, other than anal that is." She shook her head as Chad opened his mouth. "You didn't. But after a few pointers," she threw a look a Vince, "I started to get into feeling how hard you got in my mouth. I got so wet thinking about how I was driving you nuts." Vince gave one firm nod. "I rest my case." Chad threw him a quick glare. "Dude, I'm on your side. I was just calling bullshit on the 'I love sex because it makes others feel good' crap." "Fair enough," Vince replied but couldn't help adding, "but I still win." Amy was looking serious. "Fine it feels good but isn't it messy, dirty?" Vince shook. "Nobody likes a dirty fuck, well almost nobody. Like I said earlier if you take a shower you should be clean. If you think you'll be doing more, well not to be gross but go to the bathroom first, hell use an enema if you're that worried." Amy made a face and Vince laughed. "Why are we talking about this instead of sleeping? No one is fucking anyone in the ass tonight so let's drop it?" Amy smirked at him. "Actually you weren't sleeping you were playing with yourself and said you wanted to fuck me in the ass. So you started it." Vince threw his hands up. "Fine I started it. I don't deny it. I would love to fuck you in the ass. I'd love to fuck you in the pussy and in the mouth and between your tits. Okay? But I'm the interloper here even if it is my bed. If anyone gets your ass cherry it should be Chad. All I wanted was to jerk off so I could sleep. You two already came like a dozen time or something today, so give me a break." Before Vince could respond Amy slide across the bed and sat astraddle his legs and began to kiss him. He congratulated himself for suggesting they brush their teeth. - The combination of her tongue in his mouth, her boobs against his chest and her still wet snatch pressed against his dick woke Vince's cock from its conversation-induced slumber. His hands circled her waist and he helped her slide up and down his cock as they kissed. Chad eased closer and began to stroke her back while one of his feet began to slide up and down Vince's leg. At the touch of Chad's hand Amy broke her kiss with Vince and turned to kiss Chad. Vince continued to slide her up and down his shaft. He slide her a little higher and started to lower her onto his cock. She put a hand on his chest and held herself up. "Vince, you have any condoms?" Vince looked at her. "After all we've been doing, now she worries about condoms," he thought with a mental groan. He didn't. They were on his list but not seeing any pressing need and not wanting to go out in the rain he'd never made it to the store. He shook his head. He considered telling her he was clean, which he was, but he respected her caution, even if was a bit late. He'd never penetrated her during their earlier play so she hadn't taken any crazy chances. "I don't kiddo. I test myself regularly and I'm clean but I'm glad you try to be safe, although you know what we've been doing isn't really 'safe' it's more 'less risky' than 'safe' right? Hop off hot stuff. I don't mind jerking off." Amy did move off him. "I'm not totally blonde Vince. I can quote the safe sex poster for you 'vaginal and penile oral sex are low but not no risk activities.' Letting you eat me didn't worry me too much. And stupid or not I believe you when you say you're clean. You don't have to jerk off. " She smiled, gave him a quick kiss then twisted around and took his cock down her throat. As he moved his hips forward Vince congratulated himself on being a good teacher. Amy moaned around his cock and Vince noticed Chad was fingering her pussy from behind. He enjoyed the feel of her mouth on his dick and the swaying of her tits against his belly. He moved his hand to her hip and began to stroke and massage the side of her butt that he could reach. He let his fingers trail down her crack and let them brush past Chad's hand before moving down to knead the back of her legs and between her thighs. He leaned to get a better view of Chad's fingers sliding in and out of her cunt. Her hand and mouth began to work his cock in time with the thrusts of Chad's fingers. Vince fought the urge to move his hips, to force her to change the pace to one that would get him off quicker. He discovered it was better to let his partner lead. He didn't actually discover this as much as he'd been taught it. If he took over, move things at his pace, he would just be masturbating using her mouth instead of his hand. This way was better. He felt Chad's eyes on him and he turned his head and found that Chad was indeed looking at him. Vince gazed back, trying to read what was on his mind and failing. Not knowing if it was what Chad wanted, only knowing that he wanted it, Vince reached over and took ahold of Chad's wrist and pulled his hand from Amy's snatch. He had to lean over but managed to get his mouth around Chad's fingers. He sucked them cleaned and then kissed the back of Amy's leg, feeling rather than seeing Chad work his fingers back inside her. He felt Amy's hips move as Chad fucked her with his fingers. The movement stopped and Vince knew to turn his head so that Chad could finger feed him more of his fiancé's pussy. They continued this way for several minutes. Amy's mouth was becoming more insistent and Vince could feel he was getting close as well. He weighed his alternatives and came to a decision. He sat and leaned toward Amy's head. He brushed her hair back and gently pushed her away from his cock. "Hang on a sec kiddo," he spoke as he continued to brush her hair with his fingers. "Move down a little and over." She did. He followed, ducking his head under her belly and putting his head between her legs. He looked over his belly but her face was hidden in her hanging hair. "You okay with this? Or are you tired of me eating your pussy?" She kissed the top of his leg. "No but I was hoping Chad would fuck me while I blew you. I haven't had anything but tongues and fingers in my pussy since this morning." Vince turned his head and nipped at her thigh and she squealed. "Sweetheart, what makes you think Chad can't still fuck you?" Vince didn't add that was what he'd had in mind in the first place. Vince heard her start to ask or say something. Instead of waiting he lifted his head and buried his tongue in her pussy. Whatever Amy intended to say was lost as she moaned against the inside of his leg. His hands on her hips urged her lower. She complied and Vince began to lick and suck at her pussy in earnest. He knew he'd need to move lower to give Chad room but before he did he lifted himself on his elbows and forced her hips forward with his hands, spreading her ass with his fingers. His cheeks wet her ass as his tongue began to lick and probe her pucker. He sensed no resistance this time; in fact she tilted her pelvis to give him better access. Even so, it was an awkward position and he soon lowered his back and neck to the mattress. He pushed his head into the mattress, looking backward, looking for Chad. Chad knelt to one side, pulling his foreskin over his crown and then slowly sliding it back, his hand already slick. Vince pointed with his eyes at Amy's ready and waiting cunt and then looked questioningly at Chad. The look of heat in the man's eyes was answer enough. - Vince inched down a little; his head now barely between Amy's legs. That was okay. All he would be able to reach was the hard nub of her clit anyway. He gazed upward as Chad eased into position. It took a bit of work. Chad nudged Amy's legs with his knees. She had to pull them in tight, right next to Vince's face, so that Chad could straddle them without having his legs splayed awkwardly. Chad rested his hands on Amy's hips. Chad's heavy balls hung low and his cock pointed skyward just beyond Vince's reach. As if reading Vince's mind Chad leaned forward and began to kiss Amy's lower back and butt. By throwing his head back Vince was able to get the head of Chad's cock into his mouth. It was only the head but that was fine. He twirled his tongue under the foreskin, tasting the precum that had collected there. He strained and was able to wrap his lips around the crown of Chad's cock. He sucked gently, careful not to scrape him with his teeth. He dipped his tongue into the piss slit that was already dripping precum into his mouth and was rewarded with a gush. He pulled his mouth away, reluctantly and let his head drop back into a neutral position, staring straight up at Amy's cunt. The lips were slightly parted and shone with her readiness. Chad shuffled forward. Vince watched hungrily as Chad moved the head of his cock up and down Amy's slit and then pushed into her. Her legs clenched around his thighs. Her mouth was no longer on his cock, it was nestled along the side of her neck. As Chad continued to press into Amy, his balls brushed through Vince's hair. Vince felt them begin to rise up onto his forehead but Chad was fully seated before they made it that far. Chad held his position. Vince raised his head slightly and flicked his tongue over Amy's clit. Of necessity this action included flicking his tongue over the underside of Chad's shaft. They both moaned and Vince joined them. Vince continued to make small motions with his tongue as Chad began to move in and out of her. Vince alternated between holding his stiffened tongue on the underside of Chad's cock as it saw in and out of Amy, and flicking and sucking at her clit. She made no pretense of sucking his cock but Vince was having too much fun to care. Vince thought Amy would tip over the edge first but it was Chad who began to thrust faster. Amy did tiny pelvic tilts in time to his thrusts. That subtle motion of her pelvis drove Chad wild. Vince was enthralled by the ripples that radiated through the flesh of Amy's ass and legs as Chad's body slammed into her. He kept his tongue pressed between the spot Chad's cock penetrated her and her clit. He wonder how much it hurt as Chad's balls slapped harder and harder against the top of his head. After a final pounding thrust Chad did not pull out. Vince had time to think, "I can actually feel his balls contracting on my scalp" and then hot cum was oozing out of Amy's cunt and landing on his cheek and in his mouth. Vince pushed his head upward and turned it as much as he could, trapped as he was between Amy's legs, trying to get more of his mouth around Chad's cock and Amy's pussy. As he did this, as he slide his lips and tongue over and around as much of Chad's cock as he could manage, he became aware of how badly he needed to find his own release. He began to move his hips, rubbing his dick along Amy's neck and into her hair. His movements broke her trance and she sought his dick with her mouth. Her movements changed the position of Chad's cock inside her and another gout of cum leaked along Chad's cock and into Vince's hungry mouth. Chad pulled out of her slowly and Vince lapped at every inch of Chad's cum streaked cock. When the head slipped free Vince's mouth and probing tongue were waiting to receive it. Chad's cock was too sensitive to tolerate more than a few seconds of Vince's attentions and he freed himself, collapsing onto his side where he could watch his fiancé deep throat Vince's cock or shift his eyes and watch Vince eat his load out of his fiancé's cunt, a win-win. Vince strove to maintain a degree of control. He was fearful of hurting Amy, either with his mouth or his thrashing hips. He covered her with his mouth and drove his tongue deep inside her, again and again, savoring the heady mixture of the lover's union. When she began to buck against his mouth he moved to her clit. His nose was buried in her dripping pussy now and he was afraid he'd drown. He would gasp a quick breath through his mouth before recapturing her clit between his lips. In the end he last a fraction of second longer than Amy. Her hips stop thrusting and he felt long shudders race through the muscles under his hands. His own hips bucked a finally time, nearly gagging her as he felt pulse after pulse of his jizz jet into her waiting mouth. His hands dropped from her hips and his head collapsed back onto the mattress. As he panted he could feel cum and pussy juice bubble from his nose. He found the strength to bring a hand to his nose and clear it. He was afraid Amy would collapse on top of him and feared he'd lack the strength to move from under her. He'd suffocate between her thighs. Between the mental image of that and the cum and pussy juice bubbles coming out of his nose he began to chuckle. "Fucking hell," he gasped. "Fucking hell." Amy turned and lowered herself to lie along his left side and dropped her head on his shoulder. He wouldn't suffocate at least. He felt the bed shift as Chad moved in behind her. Chads arm slipped over her side and his fingers rested on Vince's belly. Amy managed to roll far enough that she could kiss Vince. The tongue that played inside his mouth carried what was left of Vince's cum with it. Normally, that type of action would have excited him. At the moment he was simply too wiped to care. He did get a little excited when Chad lean over them and for a moment three sets of lips kissed and three tongues shared mingled tastes. - Vince yearned for sleep. He didn't care what the other two did. At this point he imagined they could lie atop him and fuck each other and he would be able to do no more than snore in their ears. Chad slipped back to rest his head alongside Amy's. Amy lay very still. Her drowsy voice surprised him. "Which one of you put his finger in my ass while Chad was fucking me?" Vince chuckled. "Sweetheart in the position I was in, head trapped between your legs and pussy, and Chad's nuts smacking me in the head I couldn't have found your ass with a headlamp and a map. Talk to your boy." If anything Chad sounded sleepier than Amy. "Seemed like you liked it when Vince was tonguing your ass, you were all wet and I swear your ass has winking at me. Did I hurt you?" Amy murmured and shook her head. "No, didn't hurt. I might like to try that again." That earned another chuckle from Vince. "All of it? Kiddo I'm an old man. You want to try that again let me pencil you in for, oh late next week. I might be ready by then." Amy kissed his chest softly. "It's a date." She was quiet a moment. "All of it would be fun but I meant the finger in my ass. I might like to try that again. Maybe more." She rolled her head and sleepily inquired of her fiancé, "babe you want to fuck my ass or is that only Vince?" Chad tightened his arm around her. "You mean is it only Vince that wants to fuck you in the ass or do I only want to fuck Vince in the ass?" Vince held his breath, afraid that Chad had gone too far in his effort to make a joke or, he wondered, was it a serious question posing as a joke. Amy threw an elbow into Chad's stomach but lightly. "Ha ha. You really going to make me ask you that question twice? What if I come to my senses?" "Baby you know I do. I very much would like to fuck you in the ass my love. At the right time, like maybe in the back of the wedding limo or something." Amy elbowed him again. They were quiet a moment before she spoke again. "Do you really want to fuck Vince too?" Vince could feel Chad tense, even though the only part of Chad touching him was the tips of his fingers. He heard the sound of a soft kiss and guest that Chad had kissed her on the shoulder or neck. The boy's voice was soft but steady. "Yes but we don't need to talk about that now Am. I've thrown enough shit at you for one day already. Enough worrying. We are going to be fine, more than fine, terrific, wonderful, amazing. Go to sleep baby. I love you." She tried but couldn't let it go, not just yet. "How would you going that be any different than letting him suck your dick? He was sucking you again wasn't he, when you were behind me." Vince decided to give the boy a break. "Not really kiddo. Chad was busy taking care of you. I let my tongue touch him and when he pulled out I snuck in a quick suck but there wasn't much he could do about it except stop fucking you. He was all yours sweetie, all yours." "Hhm," Amy muttered, clearly not convinced. "You're just trying to be nice to me." "So, why wouldn't I try to be nice to you? Tonight was definitely in the top five fuckfest nights of my life. I owe you." Amy smiled against his chest. "Fuckfest? Is that your word for orgy?" Vince shrugged. "I'm not sure a threesome counts as an orgy. I think you need a minimum of four, maybe five for an orgy, Robert's Rules of Order or the Marques of Queensbury's rules or some shit like that." Chad, who in Vince's considered opinion should be lying low at this point asked, "have you been in a group that large?" Vince considered not answering or lying but went with the truth. "Six, once. Three couples all the gals were bi but only I and another dude admitted we were." "Was your wife one of the women? Was it any fun?" Amy asked in a quiet voice. "No, she wasn't and no it wasn't. Too much tension, little cliques forming and breaking over the course of minutes, never settled into a steady-state, into an equilibrium. I don't think I even came. No, it wasn't any fun." She continued, "you ever done this before?" "Threesome, not often but a few times." He felt Amy shift and her leg fell over his, her wet crotch smeared against the outside of his leg. "Not a just a threesome. I mean that last thing we did, eating a woman's pussy while some guy is fucking her." "No, that was a first." Vince's voice was soft. His enthusiasm for conversation ebbed rapidly. Amy's question had catapulted Ann back into his thoughts. What we had done with Chad and Amy was exactly what he had suggested to Ann one night when he had a little too much to drink. In his mind his comment that night marked the beginning of the end. "So, you never did anything like that with your wife?" Amy's voice was as soft as Vince's. She was aware she was sailing into uncharted waters. Vince was quiet so long she imagined she had pissed him off. "No. We never did anything like that." "Did the two of you ever fool around with a third person?" Chad was nudging her in the back but she ignored him. "No Amy, my wife and I never had a threesome, male or female." After a moment he continued. "We talked about it, after it was clear to her that I had certain peccadilloes that she simply could not satisfy. We talked but could never agree on how to do it. She insisted it had to be someone we knew. To me inviting a friend to join us sounded like the perfect way to destroy a friendship. I thought if we were careful it would be safe enough to meet someone to hook up with, through a swinger's site or something. There was no way I would ask her to have unprotected sex with a stranger, so what the three of us just did wouldn't have worked anyway. In the end we let it drop." Hot Tub Trio Ch. 05 "Did you cheat on her then?" Instead of nudging her, this time Chad hissed, "Amy, that's none of your business. Jesus." "Let her be. It's a reasonable question." Vince was quiet for a moment. Amy's head still rested on his shoulder. "Once. Ann might not have counted it as cheating. I never told her about it. It was before we officially started dating, but it was after we had slept together, so I count it as cheating. It was only once and it was the only time I did anything with a guy before we split up." The silence was longer this time and Amy assumed the conversation was over. She stifled a yawn against Vince's chest. She wondered if Chad was jealous she was still lying on Vince's chest. She mentally switched roles. Would she be jealous if Chad fell asleep lying on another woman's chest? The answer she came up with was probably. This shit was way too complicated. She gave Vince a quick peck on the cheek and rolled toward Chad, who was quick to open his arms to her. She wiggled her butt back to rest on Vince's now very wet thigh. She intended it as a goodwill gesture, a "don't be mad at me for prying" gesture. Vince apparently accepted the gesture. After she was settled he began to speak softly, staring at the ceiling. Amy could no longer see his face but it sounded to her like he was talking more to himself than to her or Chad. Part Two In a strange way it was the fact we had finally slept together that led to me fool around with another guy for the first time. Don't get me wrong; I'm not blaming Ann at all. She had nothing to do with it, not directly anyway. I think getting laid by any girl would have had the same effect on me. It was as if a door had been thrown open. A door that I had kept closed and locked until then. I admitted to myself that I hadn't been a virgin up to that point because the stars had failed to align properly. I had been a virgin because I was afraid to take the step. I suppose part of me still retained a bit of my Southern Baptist upbringing, which can be summed up as: Sex is evil. Full stop. End of story. But the biggest reason was simply fear of looking silly, of being laughed at. Of course, admitting I was interested in sex with another guy was another closed door. But opening one affected the other. You know how sometimes you open a door or window and the change in pressure in the house causes another to slam open, or closet. It was like that. Maybe that was another part of why I had been afraid to have sex with a girl. Part of me hoped doing so would magically banish what I consider bizarre if not sick ideas about guys. Part of me worried that having discovered what sex with a girl was like would only deepen my curiosity about guys. This might make more sense if you knew Ann had been a close friend for more than a year before we ended up sleeping together. I had begun to hope we could be more than friends but true to form for the old Vince I did not one single thing to bring that about. One afternoon Ann ended up in my room intending to get me in the sack or walk away. She was funny and determined and beautiful and gave me what is still the best afternoon, evening and night of my life. Me, being me, as soon as she left the next day I worked myself up into a dither trying to parse every syllable, every gesture. Did this mean we were dating? That we were a couple? Ann did not strike me as a one-night stand sort of girl. We were both twenty-two by the way. I wanted to be her boyfriend but what if I was misreading the situation? Should I call her? She had just left. I wound myself so tight I had to get out of my little apartment. I pulled on the jeans and tee shirt that were still lying by the couch where we had dropped them the night before, shoved my feet into some flip-flops and bolted out the door. I didn't stop to comb my hair, brush my teeth or anything. Keep in mind Ann and I had spent the evening and a good part of the night going most of the things we have just been doing. I never gave a thought to what I looked or smelled like. My apartment was a studio above an obnoxious old bitch's garage. She was waiting for me at the foot the stairs. She started harping on how she wouldn't have her place being turned into a sex den that was her phrase. I can still see her scrunched up face and the way she hacked "sex den" out like a cat with a hairball caught in its throat. If I hadn't been so worked up I would have realized then how much I had changed in less than twenty-four hours. The old me would have been terrified of getting into trouble. That's how pathetic the twenty-two year old me was. I would have literally worried she'd call my mom or something. The Vince from the day before would have fabricated some story about lost keys, broken down car, abusive boyfriend, anything to avoid being accused of having sex with a girl in his own apartment. The new Vince stopped long enough to tell her he kept the place spotless, fix whatever needed to be fixed around not only the apartment but her house, his rent was paid to the end of the month at which time he was moving to KC anyway and really it was none of her business who he had over as a guest. She stood there all goggle-eyed and hyperventilating, hand fluttering at her throat as I turned and walked away from her. It was a Thursday, late in the summer. The last summer session was over and it was a few weeks before the fall semester would begin, so the campus was pretty quiet. I don't think I left the apartment with any intention of ending up at Fraser Hall but I did. Fraser Hall was where the sociology and psychology courses were held. It had a basement bathroom that in my sophomore year I discovered was a meeting place for guys wanting a give or get a blowjob or sometimes even a quick fuck. I had never done anything with another guy. I was as much a virgin in that regard as I was with a girl. I had never even jerk off in front of another guy. But I would go there every few months or so and watch the action. That may sound even more pervy than going there to do something. I don't know. Some days there would be four, five, even six guys in there jerking off, or sucking each other. I climbed the steps expecting the doors to be locked, since no classes were in session but they were open. I guess some of the professors were still keeping office hours or maybe there were graduate seminars still running. It doesn't matter. All that mattered was that the door was open. I made my way downstairs to the bathroom. I didn't hear any scurrying when I opened the outer door and as anticipated when I opened the inner door the place was deserted. I started to walk out. Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had, probably basically the same would be my guess. Anyway, I started to walk out but caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I actually jumped. My hair was long back then and it was standing up all over my freaking head. I walked to the sink and ran water over my hand and tried to slick my hair down. It sort of worked but wetting my hand and hair re-awoke the smell of sex that clung to me. I brought my hands to my face and they reeked of pussy. I had gone down on Ann a couple of times that night. In fact, I went down on her before we made love. She told me later she thought that was really strange. The smell was so intense it brought memories of the last few hours pouring back into my mind. I started to get really turned on. I hadn't bothered with underwear. I had just pulled on my jeans. My cock was already straining. I knew from experience it would probably stay that way until I jerked off, especially walking back across campus, feeling my jeans squeeze my dick, wondering if people were noticing I had a hard-on. No problem. The place was empty. I stepped up to the closest urinal and thumbed open my jeans. Just thinking about Ann, and her pussy and jerking off in a public place albeit an empty public place, had me fully hard. I wet my hand with spit, savoring the smell on my hands, and started to stroke my dick. The smell of sex, the smell of pussy, really blossomed when I did that. Between the residua of the night before, my spit and the beginning flow of my precum my cock was nearly as slick as if I was still making love to Ann. I could feel myself starting to build when I heard the sound of the outer door opening. I'd seen the drill often enough. I stop stroking and stood at the urinal pointing my erection down as if I was simply taking a piss. I pushed my hips forward to better hide my erection. I resisted the urge to look up when the inner door open and closed. Whoever entered was wearing dress shoes. I could tell by the click they made on the tile. I resolutely stared straight ahead, memorizing every crack and chip in the tile and grout. There was no new graffiti. "I love cock" "tap foot for BJ" "glory hole in last stall" etc. I continued to stand motionless. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell the guy was wearing a suit. He wasn't moving either. There was no sound of piss hitting porcelain. That didn't necessarily mean anything; maybe he had a shy bladder. I didn't care. I just wanted him to leave so I could finish jerking off. I wasn't interested in watching anything today. I heard his shoes and caught movement in my peripheral vision. When I turned he was facing me, dick hanging out, not completely hard yet. Seeing my head turn he started to stroke his dick. I remember he used a backhanded motion. His thumb and finger wrapped around his dick at the base so that his fist faced outward. As he stroked he grew harder. To me he looked old but I'm sure he was younger than I am now, probably in his mid-30s. I don't think he was a professor. I knew by then that even some professors were dumb as a box of rocks but they would have to have been beyond stupid to risk being seen by a student jerking off in a university toilet. Plus, he had a suit and tie and this was a sociology building. I don't think sociology professors of that era even knew what a tie was beyond a symbol of a defacto-militaristic anachronism of male domination, oh and inherently imperialistic. I'm babbling. Sorry. He wasn't a professor. I don't know who he was or how he knew about the place. The most likely theory I came up with was that he was a former student. It was probably my imagination but I swear I could start to smell him. Men smell different than women. I don't mean they stink more or stink less, just different. I honestly believe if you gave me random swaths of cloth, some rub over a woman's pussy and others over a man's cock I could tell them apart by smell. His cock was huge. I've never worried about my dick, the one thing I had some security about. I'm just enough bigger than average to be able to say "I'm bigger than average". This guy had the biggest cock I've ever seen outside a porn film. Whatever the reason, my horniness had a spectacular re-birth. This wasn't totally unfamiliar territory for me. Like I said I had watched a lot of guy's jerk off. I didn't usually join them and I had never jerked off to completion in front of anyone. I don't recall thinking about it much. I simple step away from the urinal and started stroking my dick for him. We both watched each other, not looking at each other's faces but at the motion of our hands sliding over our cocks. When we did look at each other it was at the exact same time. I remember thinking that was freaky. He nodded with his head, urging me closer. The old me would have zipped up and fled at that point, or at the most simply not moved. The new me stepped closer. He nodded again and I complied. If either of us had arched our back our cocks would have touched. We were that close, way closer than I had ever allowed anyone. Neither of had spoken. I kept my eyes on his cock. His voice startled me. I flinched and I could hear amusement enter his voice. "Man you smell like wet cunt." I didn't respond. "You where ass deep in twat last night, weren't you my friend. She know you like cock too." I had nothing to say to that so I remained silent. He let it go for a time. There was no sound except the wet sound of our hands sliding over our cocks. He let go of his erection. All he had done was unzip. His pants were still buttoned, belt still buckled. I had to use one hand to hold my pants up. "Just let them drop. Let me see more of you." I hesitated but then let go. My jeans slide down until they caught on my knees. "Nice. Nice dick buddy. Really nice. Want me to jerk you?" He reached but I twisted away. He laughed. "Okay, don't sweat it." I remember thinking I should leave but I didn't. I seemed to be further from cumming than ever but I continued to pull at my dick. I wanted to finish, wanted to leave. I used my now free left hand, the one that had been holding my pants up, to grab around the base of my cock and ball sack. I'd found that squeezing there hurt a little but felt good as well. If I pushed my hand forward a little my right hand would bang against my balls. That hurt a little too but that also felt good. Sometimes doing that would get me off quicker. "Yeah buddy, beat that meat. That's fucking hot." His own hand began to move faster. I still had not said a word. "Fuck man, show me your ass. I bet your ass is as hot as your cock." I didn't move. "Come on man. I know you want to." He was right. Part of me did. Part of me was digging the way he was looking at me. I turned, shuffling because my pants were around my knees. As I turned they slide the rest of the way to the floor. "Beautiful man." He panted. "It'd be safer to take 'em off. Someone comes in you'll never get 'em up and back to a urinal. Take 'em off and put them in the first stall. Anyone comes you can run for the stall." I don't remember hesitating. I stepped out of my pants, walked over and draped them over the door of the stall. As I turned I pulled the bottom of my shirt up and behind my head. I was basically naked except for my flip-flops. He didn't move to meet me. I went to him. In retrospect that was my mistake, one of them anyway. I went to him. He knew then I didn't want to stop. He never touched his clothes, except to tuck his tie into his breast pocket. He reached out and began to rub my nipples. I knew women liked that but it had never occurred to me that a guy's nipples might be just as sensitive. He rubbed and then began to pinch and pull. It felt great. He leaned over and took my left nipple in his mouth. He caressed it with his tongue. Then he began to bite. That felt good too, at first. He bit harder and then it hurt more than it felt good. I pulled back but he at first he didn't let go. I'd like to think if he did it a second longer I'd have pushed him away, got my pants and walked out. Maybe I would have. I don't know. He let go anyway. "Turn around." For the first I spoke. "You aren't fucking me." This was '89 remember. AIDS raged and the only drug available was AZT and some felt it killed as many as it helped. There was no way I was going to let some guy fuck me without a condom. Besides, like I said he was fucking huge. There was no way I could imagine, still can't, getting that thing inside me. The thing is, and the thing I ignored at the time, was I wanted to be fucked. I wanted to feel him inside me, the way I had been inside Ann. I knew what it was like to fuck but what would it feel like to be fucked. What would it be like to let someone inside my body? "Wasn't planning to." The Vince that day was a lot bolder than the Vince of the day before but still a fucking pussy as far as this Vince is concerned. The tone he used was utterly dismissive, as if I was nuts for even imaging someone like him would want someone like me, a raggedy assed college student in flip-flops and scruffy jeans. "I just want to play with your ass. I'm not going to try to fuck you." I turned around and his free hand started to rub and squeeze my ass cheeks. I let him trail his fingers up my crack. I guess he was afraid that given the way I reeked of pussy my ass might not be too clean because he didn't go very deep. Which was fine. Having my nipples played with was great. Even the biting hadn't been bad until the end and perhaps he had just gotten a little over excited. But there was something about the touch of his fingers that creeped me out. They were dry and cool, almost cold. I moved away from his hand. He stepped back and leaned against the wall. I thought he was ready to finish. Well, so was I. He stopped stroking and waved his cock at me. "Suck my dick." His was voice was flat. It was a command not a request. My mind started to form the words "fuck you asshole". My mouth started to open but the words died. Another part of my mind told me, "go ahead, you've dreamed about, you've jerked off thinking about it, it's not like fucking it's safe, go ahead." I stood still. I stopped jerking my dick. I started to turn, intending to grab my pants get dressed and leave. "Don't be a fucking pussy. I can see you want to. You ever sucked dick? You'll love it. I'll do you after. Come on before someone comes." I didn't give myself time to think. I knelt on the tile and my knees screamed. They were raw and scratched from the night before. They were worse than rug burned, they were old uneven wooden floor mangled. I got off my knees and squatted over my heels. I was still getting my balance, starting to wonder if I wanted to do this, or at least if I wanted to do this, here and with this guy. His hand went to the back of my head and pulled me forward. I fell forward, down onto my knees. It hurt like a motherfucker. I opened my mouth whether to holler in pain or cuss him I don't know. I never got a chance to say anything. He was already shoving his cock in my mouth. It would barely fit. He was fucking big, not only long, thick as well. It felt like my jaw would dislocate. I was pissed but at the same time fascinated. I remember thinking, "so this is what a cock feels like in your mouth, soft but hard, silk wrapped around steel, not at all like it feels in your hand." I usually jerked off by licking my hand to make it wetter so I knew what precum tasted like. I had even eaten my cum on occasion but found that didn't do much for me. It struck me as being almost comically anti-climactic, literally. Anyway, his taste didn't surprise me. I was able to rock back off my knees and start to get into it. I just imagined the things I liked doing with my hands to my own dick and did the same to his, plus what I was doing with my mouth. I couldn't take him all the way in. I would start to gag but I took as much as I could. I started playing with the head of his dick with my tongue, popping it in and out of my lips then thrusting as much of it as I could into my mouth. I decided he might be an asshole but I had nothing against his dick. I must have been doing something right because his fingers started griping my hair. I remember I was actually congratulating myself for giving such a badass blowjob. His other hand twisted in my hair. He started thrusting with his hips, not waiting for me. I had no control over the action any more. I was giving a blowjob anymore. He was simply fucking my mouth. He was thrusting much deeper than I had tried to go and I started to retch. There was nothing in my stomach but I could feel hot acid fill my mouth. "Good," I thought, "that will make him let go." It didn't. It excited him more. I tried to stand up but he had the leverage, plus two fistfuls of my hair and I couldn't get my feet under me. The damn flip-flops kept slipping and twisting. I haven't worn them since. Before I managed to even attempt to get away he started cumming. He was pushing so hard I was still retching and most of his load ended up on the floor. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 06 Chad heard Vince drop off to sleep. He rolled over and Amy, half asleep already, reflexively morphed her body into the perfect shape to fit tightly against his. She was comforted by the feel of his cock pressed along the crack of her ass. He always got hard and most of the time they ended up fucking. Not tonight though, tonight sleep claimed Amy as soon as his arm slipped around her waist. Chad could not stop his mind from re-playing the events of the day. He alternated between, relief, hope and despair. He had never intended to tell Amy that on occasion he enjoyed fooling around with guys. He had been smitten with Amy from the first. Before he offered to exchange public vows with her he had already taken a private vow not to fuck this up. All his relationships had been with women and until now they had all failed. With Amy it had been easy to ignore other women. Ignoring men was tougher. He told himself not to worry about it. Amy, as fantastic as she was, could not accommodate all his desires. How could she? So it wasn't that stranger that on occasion his mind would think about guys when he jerked off. He had resigned himself to this being one of the costs of being with her. It was a cost he felt he could easily afford. Even in his failed relationships he had been monogamous. He could not imagine cheating on her. He loved her. Then today happened. He should have stopped her. He thought Amy giving him head in the hot tub would have restored some of his common sense. It did, to an extent. When Amy had suggested going up to Vince's apartment he had rejected the idea. She insisted. He relented. And he'd had a blast, until Amy's melt down. What had followed her melt down had been even better. That was the problem. He had resolved, for the sake of his relationship with Amy, to deny, ignore, suppress, kill, to obliterate any and all interest in guys and re-focus that interest on Amy. Now he saw an opening, a way to perhaps satisfy those needs and keep Amy. He was relieved she hadn't simply walked out, packed and flown home. He was in despair, sure that this hope that Amy would enjoy inviting a guy to join them at times was a stupid and dangerous chimera that would destroy them. Despite that he could not help but hope that maybe it would work. Who doesn't hope to have their cake and eat it too? ------ They had met at a club. Salt Lake City was loosening up but night life was not a traditional component of Mormon culture, so options were limited. Even so this club would have been popular in any city, good DJs, plenty of space, reasonably priced drinks and a bar big enough to get them without too long a wait. He was waiting his turn to order when Amy turned and proceeded to dump two 20 ounce schooners of Blue Moon down the front of his shirt. She let loose with a stream of obscenities that would have singed a sailor. Though the invective seemed to be aimed at him all he could do was smile. She was gorgeous and ridiculous. Even with beer running into his pants he was incapable of being angry with her. When she slowed done he interrupted her. "Sorry. I really shouldn't have been standing in your way." Her face turned such an amazing shade of pure outrage he laughed out loud. At first he was afraid she was going to try to brain him with a schooner but his laughter found a hole in her aura of pissed off and wrap itself around her. She closed her mouth, opened it, closed it, whispered "goddamn it" and found herself smiling. Chad was lucky. He was not in a relationship so he had no compunction about pursuing her. That was good because in less than fifteen minutes he would be fucking her. One of the bartender's had seen the mishap and ducked under the bar. He handed Chad a tee shirt, emblazoned with the club's logo and relieved Amy of the now mostly empty schooners. As he turned to leave Chad put a hand on his arm, signaling him to wait. "Who are you here with?" He asked Amy. "A friend." "Uh-huh I didn't think both beers were for you. Male friend or female friend?" "Female." Chad turned to the bartender and hand him his AmEx. "Make it three please." Chad turned back to Amy. "After you," he swept an open hand away from his body and dipped his head wondering if he should lay off "Downton Abbey" for a while. Amy tried to scowl at him but failed. "Just because I'm here with a female friend doesn't mean you're invited to join us. I could be gay." Chad shot his eyebrows up, a picture of exaggerated expectations. "Really? Right on." Amy considered him for a moment then shrugged. "Fine but for the record you aren't as cute as you think you are." "I'll try harder to be cute then." Amy might not be gay but Chad was not so sure about her friend Lucy. Lucy was clearly not happy to see Amy returning without her beer and trailing a guy. "I see you're over Mark. That's a new record for you Ams." "Cute. Fuck off by the way. Lucy this is..." She stopped and looked over her shoulder. "Who the fuck are you?" "I the fuck are Chad. Hi Lucy, sorry to crash the party but your beer is all over my shirt and pants. Replacements are on the way." He turned to Amy. "And who the fuck are you beer spiller?" "Amy." That was all she said before she sat down and scooted over to make room for Chad to seat. Chad gestured toward the bathrooms with the tee shirt in his hand, while pulling his wet shirt away from his chest. Amy was trying, and failing, not to notice how nice the chest under the wet shirt looked. His chest was intriguing. The bulge under the wet fabric of his pants was mesmerizing. The outline of his cock was visible through the wet cloth. She had just ended things with a guy that had continued long past its expiration date. She was in a bad mood and she was horny. "Are you Mormon?" she asked. "Um, interesting question but I just ordered a beer." "Like no Mormons drink. Are you?" "No." "Thank God. I'll come with you." Mark was a Mormon and a devout one when it came to premarital sex. Amy was not interested in repeating that mistake. Lucy rolled her eyes and looked pissed. "Hang on," Chad offered. "Let me get the beers first." He had spotted the bartender heading toward their booth. He added a generous tip and signed the receipt. Wallet and credit card safely re-pocketed, he offered Amy a hand getting out of the booth. She took it. When they reached the bathrooms Chad expected Amy to veer off to join the line for the ladies. She followed him to the door of the men's. "Where you going?" "I going to help you get cleaned up of course. What did you think?" ------ Chad stood there and Amy pushed past him, ignoring the gasps and giggles from the crowd waiting for the ladies. By the time Chad followed Amy had staked a claim on one of the sinks and had turned on the hot water. She was ignoring the men standing at urinals or washing their hands but they were not ignoring her. A dude exiting a stall, still tugging at his belt did a double take and then smiled. Satisfied the water was warm enough, Amy grabbed a heavy paper towel from the basket by the sink and held it under the water. When she looked at Chad he thought she looked irritated. Her voice confirmed his suspicion. "Well, come on. Take your shirt off." "Christ," Chad thought. "She sounds like my mom." He gave a mental shudder at the thought, not because he didn't love his mom but he had no desire to think of her while he was busy getting an erection. Amy reached out and grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. She started unbuttoning his shirt before he had a chance to do it himself. She ignore the cheers and solo wolf whistle that began behind her back. While she unbuttoned the front he draped the bar shirt over the sink and unbuttoned his sleeves. She was having trouble getting the wet tail of his shirt out of his pants. Finished with the sleeves he tugged his shirt free for her. She undid the final button and he slipped it off and laid in on the sink. Amy squeezed the towel out and began to wipe his chest. She wiped his chest, rinsed the towel and wiped his belly. The whistles and cheers had died down. The guys were content to watch. When she finished wiping his belly she stared at him for a moment, head cocked to one side looking as if she were trying to figure out a math problem that had her stumped. She pressed her fingers to his chest. "Doesn't seem sticky." She announced then shrugged. "Need to be sure though." She tilted her head forward and ran her tongue up the middle of his chest. She shook her head. Licked around his left nipple then the right. She shook her head again. "Nope, still taste like beer." She grabbed a second towel from the basket, wet it and wiped his chest and belly again. "Now let's see." She went straight for his nipple this time. She licked and tongued it until Chad had to lean back against one of the sinks. She moved her mouth to his other nipple. Behind her Chad could see more than one guy started to rub at their crotches. She leaned further, legs straight, dress pulled tight across her bottom, and her tongue darted in and out of his belly button. Standing she stepped closer. "Seems ok to me. You taste any beer?" She asked as she pulled Chad's head forward seeking his mouth. He tasted nothing on her tongue but Amy and that was enough for him. They kissed long enough for his hands to find her butt. When she pulled away Chad noticed one brave soul had his dick out stroking it. Amy reached past him and he turned his head. Standing closer than he expected a guy holding a beer was openly starring at them. Behind the beer dude the bathroom door was crowded with faces struggling to see. Chad felt unease stir in his belly but that was easily swamped by desire. Beer dude relinquished his beer to Amy without protest. She took a long pull, letting beer run down her chin and onto her chest. Her dress did not have a plunging neck line. It was simple A line dress, the bodice decorated with a long narrow diamond shaped sheer panel that framed her cleavage before plunging nearly to her navel. Once wet with beer the rest of the bodice was nearly as sheer as the panel. Her nipples and areolas where visible under the wet fabric. The thin bit of cloth that guarded them made them more arousing than if she had been naked. Amy handed the man back his beer before looking at Chad. "Do I taste like beer?" He lowered his mouth to hers and greedily began to suck on her lips and tongue. He licked her chin and her neck until it disappeared behind the top of her dress. Her hands had found his cock. The way they kneaded and pulled at him through his beer soaked pants was a torment. He took a nipple in his mouth and began to suckle, not milk but beer. She could not reach his cock in this position which was a relief. Her hands twisted in his hair, moving his head from breast to breast. From the doorway he could hear "what's going on" and an occasional "holy fuck". Her hands left his head for a moment. When they returned they pushed his head away. She stepped back and pulled her unzipped dress down until it hung off her hips. Behind her the first guy to have pulled his dick out, muttered "oh fuck yeah baby". Chad saw a few others had begun to openly jerk off as well. Amy grabbed the sides of her breasts and pushed them together. She let them go, and began to tease her nipples, plucking and pulling, rolling them. When Chad reached for his pants, she moaned "yes." He popped open the button and unzipped his pants. When he went clubbing he never wore underwear. A close trimmed patch of black was visible in the V of his zipper. He pushed his pants further and pulled his cock from the prison of his left pant leg. He wasn't huge but he was uncut. Amy had never dated someone who was uncut. She had to taste him. She fell to her knees and let go of her right nipple, wrapping her hand around Chad's cock, sliding the foreskin back, exposing the purplish shiny head. When she engulfed it with her lips she was surprised. She really did taste beer. Her free hand pulled desperately at her dress, she heard a rip where it was caught under her knee but that freed it enough that she could reach under it. Her panties were soaked as she yanked them to one side and began to trace circles around her clit. She felt Chad's hands begin to clench and forced herself to pull her mouth away from him. She leaned forward and licked up the line where his happy trail would have been if he had not been shaved. She tongued his belly button again and then stood. She reached under her dress and squatted. When she stood the panties were in one hand. She tossed them on the head of beer dude. "Can I have another drink of your beer?" He handed it to her soundlessly, then pulled her panties off her head. Amy smiled when he stuffed the crotch into his mouth. She pulled her dress up with one hand, now it was confined to a circle of wadded material around her waist. She took a drink of the beer, then lowered it, tipped it and could not control a shiver as the cold amber liquid flowed over her wet and very hot pussy. She hand the empty glass back to beer dude. She leered at Chad. "Do you like beer?" As he stared she put one foot up on the sink. She almost fell backward but a Good Samaritan behind her stepped forward and let her lean against his chest. Steadied, she slipped a hand between her legs, slide her fingers up and down her slit a few times then spread her fingers. Her eyes never left Chad's. He pulled his eyes away from her gaze. Her pussy was shaved, totally smooth, not even a small landing strip. Her pussy was soaked, soaked in beer and her own secretions. She had the biggest clit he ever seen. It wasn't gross big. As far as he was concerned it was simply fucking hot big, hot big and twitching, commanding his attention. He obeyed. He knelt in the puddle of beer and put his mouth on her. She over powered the taste of beer. He tongued her pussy, and then sucked her into his mouth. His hands reached around her to discover that the Good Samaritan already had his hands on her ass. He moved his mouth up, greedy to feel the hard nub of her sex between his lips. He found it and tugged on it with his lips loving the way she pushed herself into his mouth. He circled it with his tongue, stopping once in a while to flick it with the tip of his tongue. He pressed his mouth around her and sucked on her clit, flicking it faster and faster with his tongue. Her hips began to shake under his hands. Suddenly her hands were pulling him up. He looked up, confused, wanting to feel her cum in his mouth. She looked as if she were in pain. "Fuck me Chad. Please. I want you inside me." He pulled himself up holding on to the sink. He slipped his hand under the leg she had resting on the sink and stepped closer. Her shoulders still rested on the chest of the guy behind her. Chad wondered how he felt about that and decided that was question for another time. He had to squat. Their heights weren't quite right. She grabbed his cock and pointed it home. He rose up and she slide over his cock, a perfect scabbard of hot flesh. She was that wonderful combination of wet, ready yet tight. He began to fuck her. She leaned her head back on the guy behind her and began to chew at her lip. Her hands were locked behind Chad's neck. The sound of his body slapping into her echoed loudly in the tiled space. Inside the bathroom and from outside Chad heard the crowd begin to chant: "Fuck her. Fuck her." Amy heard it to. She nodded her head. "Do it Chad. Fuck me. Listen to them. Fuck me." His thrusts were so powerful her feet were lifted off the floor at the top of each stroke, the head of his dick tried to push into her cervix. It took no more than a couple dozen thrusts before he felt the hands behind his neck begin to quiver. The fingers unlocked and began to clutch at his neck, her nails digging into his skin. She gasped, held her breath and tensed. A long tremulous "fuck" sighed from her mouth. As it did Chad felt his balls contract and he erupted inside her. He could feel his cum start to run out of her. Some tracked along his cock, clinging to it until it dripped from his ball sack to land in the puddle of beer between their feet Around them he could hear scattered groans and one angry "watch it asshole." Amy pulled her leg from his grasped and leaned into him. She was still shaking and he was sure if he let go of her she would fall. Slowly her breathing slowed. The Good Samaritan leaned over her shoulder. "That was fucking incredible girl, fucking incredible." He must have touched her because Chad felt her stiffen. Chad was suddenly afraid this could get ugly. He was in no mood for trouble, especially since he had helped cause it. He grinned and nodded. "She is incredible but the show is over." The Good Samaritan face tightened and he started to say something. Amy turned in Chad's arms, no longer shaking. She reached out and patted the Samaritan on the cheek. Her voice was steady. "Oh thank you darlin', that's sweet of you to say." Chad almost laughed; it was the worse fake southern accent he'd ever heard. It seemed to work though. When Amy stepped back and tugged her dress down the guy said nothing. She shrug her arms into the dress, her back still to Chad. "Baby could you zip me up?" Her voice was as calm as if they were standing in their own bedroom getting ready to go to another of his boss's dreadful cocktail parties. Mentally shrugging and still worried he replied. "Sure sweetheart". He zipped her dress, kissed her shoulder and then bent to pull his own pants up, not wanting to be literally caught with his pants down if things got ugly. The tee shirt the bartender had provided still lay draped over the sink. He grabbed it and jerked it on quickly. They started to make their way out of the bathroom. At least one guy was still beating off in the corner by the door. There was not a lot of movement to clear the way for them and Chad's fear climbed a notch. Outside the door a voice bellowed. "What the hell is going on in there?" At that the crowd began to move. Amy was able to slip out just in time. Chad was pretty sure the manager saw her slip out. The manager gave her a long look and then let it drop. He began to wave people back toward the club. "Come on people, get out of the way. I can't sell drinks unless folks can get back here to make room for 'em. Let's move it." Chad and Amy hurried past him, ignoring his pointed looks, and hurried toward the table. Lucy was looking more pissed than ever. The three beers sat untouched. "Where the fuck you been? What the fuck is going on back there?" As was her wont, something Chad would discover in the near future, Amy responded by giggling. "We should go," she got out between giggles. "Go? Why? We just got here. We haven't even had a drink yet." Amy picked up a schooner. Chad watched as she chugged off a good third of it. She nodded toward the beer in front of her friend. "Seriously, drink up, we need to go." As Lucy started to reply Amy cut her off. "There were two people fucking in the bathroom, they kind of drew a crowd, a kind of frisky crowd. We should go." "What do you mean a couple of people were fucking in the bathroom? Who would..." Lucy's voice tailed off and her eyes grew big. "Amy you didn't?" Her eyes swiveled to Chad and he found himself unable to look at her. He dropped his head. Lucy's voice was low. "I don't believe it. I had no idea you were such a slut. Christ you met him like, what, five minutes ago. Jesus." She shook her head. "Fine. Let's go." She picked up the untouched beer and topped Amy by draining half of it. Amy turned to look at Chad. "Hurry up or do you want me to watch me get gang banged on one of the tables?" Hot Tub Trio Ch. 06 Chad's mouth fell open and Amy giggled. Lucy shook her head in amazement. As they made their way out of the club Chad was wondering if he should ask for her number, wondering if he wanted to see her again. Actually he was wondering if it was fucking totally stupid that he did want to see her again. The two women had their heads close together. Chad caught snatches of their clipped whispers. They separated and Amy turned to him. "Hey Chad can you drive us to my place. Miss Prissy here," she nodded at Lucy, "won't let me get in her car. Apparently she is concerned I might get cum on her seats. Like that's never happened in that cat house on wheels." Chad held his open hands by his side. "I didn't drive. I only live a few blocks away. I walked." Amy made a pouty face and Chad took the plunge. "We can head over there if you want. Lucy is right the night is young and I have plenty of beer." Lucy scowled. "Uh-huh, what did you have in mind? A nice game of Pictionary?" Amy smacked her friend on the shoulder. "Oh don't be such a total priss bitch. If you get me drunk enough maybe I'll eat your cunt again." "Amy for fuck sake we just meet this guy? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Amy nodded, face serious. "That's it exactly. I've dated a Mormon for almost a year. A whole non-fucking 'Jesus won't like it' year. I'm half Jewish. I don't care if Jesus will be upset. Nine months of tit play, and dry humping. I am totally fucking starved for fucking. That's what the matter with me." Chad was beginning to have second thoughts. He looked at Lucy. "Uh, she is she on X or something? You got no reason to believe me but I'm not a predator, if I had known she was impaired I wouldn't have done anything." Amy hit him in the shoulder. "Fuck you. Am I on X? Impaired? I've had half a schooner of beer. I'm just a normal red-blooded American girl who happens to be totally balls to the walls horny. I like you. I lied earlier. You are cute." She turned to Lucy. "You should see his cock. It's great." She leaned toward her friend and held a hand to her mouth as if she was about to share a secret. Instead she yelled loud enough for the smokers outside the bar to hear. "He's not circumcised. It's so fucking hot. It's like his cock has its own little turtle neck sweater." She giggled. "I'm half Jewish. My father keeps throwing Jewish boys at me. You know how cool it was to finally suck an unmaimed cock?" Chad could do nothing except stare, not sure if he should run or propose to her. Lucy broke the silence. "For God's sake help me get the deranged bitch off the street. Where do you live anyway?" Chad turned and began to walk. "Hey wait up," Amy wailed. She hurried and hooked an arm through his, then turned to offer the other arm to her friend. Lucy took it but with obvious reluctance. They walked on a few paces before Amy abruptly stopped. She let go of both of them, stooped and wipe her hand up one leg then slung it away from her. She did the same to the other leg using her other hand. She started to wipe her hand on Lucy's skirt. Lucy drew back a fist. "Don't even fucking think about it Ams." "Fine," she sighed. She turned to Chad and wiped her hands on this shirt. "When did you cum last dude? It just keeps running out of me." Chad pulled the shirt out to look at it. It was too dark to see much even with the street lights. "Seriously, if you aren't on something maybe you should be? What the fuck? I'll get you a cab." He turned and began to scan the street. A hand touched his arm. He turned, knowing that by doing so he was screwed. This was his last chance. He was already smitten. "Sorry baby. I can get carried away sometimes." "Ain't that the understatement of the year." Lucy whispered behind her. Amy took Chad's face in her hands and kissed him softly on the lips. When she stepped back he didn't even care that her hands had still been sticky. "I'm not nuts, well not too nuts. I think you're sweet." She giggled. "And I know you can fuck like a maniac. Can we hang out for a while? I'll try to be good." "Just get me a cab," Lucy growled. Amy turned and touched her friend on the hand. "Don't go. You'll sit at home and think of all the reasons you hate me. Come on. We'll have a couple beers. I'll clean up a little and we can go to movie or to your place. I hardly ever see you these days." Lucy turned to Chad. "This is the kind of shit she pulls that you need to be aware of. I work with her. 'Hardly ever see' me. Jesus." Amy pretended to be hurt. "Work isn't the same and you know it. I mean we never have fun together anymore." "Don't look at me, that isn't my fault." "I know. If you don't want to go to Chad's I'll go someplace with you. You're my BFF." "Chad isn't the problem. It's you, you crazy bitch. Let's go. Any place has to be better than standing in the middle of the damn sidewalk." ----- Chad's head was spinning but he was able to get the two of them to his place without further digressions. There are some very nice and very expensive places downtown. Chad's wasn't one of them. He lived in a big open, not yet renovated, loft. Once it was renovated he'd have to move. There was hardly any furniture, an old metal Formica topped kitchen table with several mismatched chairs, a couch, and a recliner leaking streamers of white stuffing, a TV and DVC player, and in one corner a futon mattress rested on the floor. A kitchen adorned one wall, an unfinished island separating it from the rest of the loft. A very serious looking computer set up took up most of another wall. The bathroom was huge. During the time the building had been a working warehouse it had been a locker room for the workers. It still held two stalls, two urinals, a bank of four sinks and a large square shower, with two nozzles jutting from the two opposite walls. Amy looked around. "Wow, this is going to be baller when it's finished. Is it yours?" Chad shook his head. "No. I wish. I help renovate. I do all the carpentry, tiling, everything but plumping and electrical. Once it's done I move on to another. One of the perks is I get to stay here. Having someone around keeps the break in's down. Letting me crash on site is cheaper than hiring security." He didn't add that his dad own the building. "Hey what do you have to drink?" "Not that Blue Moon shit you were drinking", is what went through his mind. What he said was, "there's a couple of choices in the fridge, help yourself." He crossed over to the bathroom. The frosted glass door was currently laying across two sawhorses while he rehabbed it. He thought about using one of the stalls but decide not to. "Fuck it," he whispered as he unzipped. "If they want to watch me piss they can knock themselves out." "Hey, way to closed the door." He heard Amy shout. "Sorry. But there isn't a door at the moment." Not unsurprisingly she walked over for a better look, not so much at him, though she did glance. Lucy trailed in behind her. Amy had opened a bottle of Delirium Tremens, Chad applauded her choice. She gestured toward the shower. "What's up with the showers? This use to be a gym or something?" Chad shook, both his head and his dick. He zipped his pants as he spoke. "No, warehouse. This use to be one of the bathrooms and locker rooms for the workers. I'm going to take out two of the showers but leave two. I'm going to build an arched entrance and tile it to look like a Turkish bath." Amy nodded, when she spoke she was serious, for perhaps the first time that night. "You got room, you could include a sauna, even a big ass soaking tub. Have you seen the ones that are two tubs, one inside the other? You climb into a center tub filled to the brim, the overflow is collected between the two walls." Chad was nodding. "Way ahead of you. It's going over there. The urinals will go of course. I'll enclose a space for a water closet where the stalls are now. The sinks will go. I'm thinking of floating vanities." Amy nodded agreement. "Wall mounted faucets?" When Chad nodded she continued, "where will your access panel be? They look cool but are a total bitch to work on if something goes wrong." "I'm going to build a vertical wood wall around them using varying sizes of wood, they'll have a section on either side that can be removed for access." "Perfect." They heard a shower spritz to life. Lucy stood nude reaching into the shower, her cloths in a puddle behind her. She raised an eyebrow at Chad. "All these showers work? I don't really need a shower. Maybe you don't either but the only way we'll get Cum Running From Her Cunt into the shower is to join her. You need to make her shower before you let her sit on anything, even that ratty ass furniture." She didn't wait for an answer. She simply stepped into the jet of water. She turned and let the water run over her back. Amy leaned neck to Chad's ear. "And she says I'm a slut." She reached behind her and unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. "Hang on," Chad called after her. "The one Lucy is using is the only one that is run regularly. Let the other one run for a few minutes, make sure the line is clear, or you might get a face full of rust." He peeled off his cloths, then grabbed three towels, counting himself lucky he had three. As he stepped into the shower he wondered if Amy always leapt before she looked. ------ Amy was turning under the shower next to Lucy. When Chad joined them, Amy stepped closer to Lucy, making room for Chad under the second shower. Amy held out her hand and Lucy handed her the soap. Amy made a spinning motion with one finger and Lucy turned around. Amy began to rub the soap over the other woman's back. By the time her hands reached Lucy's ass she had Chad's full attention. Lucy's fingers gently worked the suds between Lucy's cheeks. She wrapped her arms around Lucy. "Hold the soap Lucy, so I can rinse you." Lucy took the soap from Amy and Amy began to rub her breasts over the other woman's back, moving up and down, moving in circles, caressing her with her nipples. She stepped back and turned Lucy so that her back was under the spray. She moved her hands in figures of eights across the woman's back before spreading her ass cheeks to allow the water to rinse the soap away. Chad wished Lucy was turned a little more. All he could see was the side of her ass. He soaped himself while he watched. He was still sticky from the beer, despite Amy's earlier 'bath'. He washed his crotch quickly. He soaped his ass and then he simply stood in the warm water and watched the two women. Amy's sudsy hands were washing Lucy's breast. Lucy had much larger breasts than Amy, larger than Chad cared for but this wasn't really his party, not this part anyway. Lucy's areolas were darker than her milk chocolate skin. They were board, covering a large area around her nipples. Her nipples were broad as well and not very tall. It worked for her though. The proportions and the coloring were striking. Lucy was a strikingly beautiful woman. Her stomach was flat, well defined. At the apex of her legs her thick dark bush stood guard over her sex. Amy's hand drifted across Lucy's belly and began to probe between her legs. Amy rested her head on Lucy's chest and Lucy wrapped her up in her arms. The two women rocked each other under the soft spray of the shower as Amy's fingers slowly worked between Lucy's legs. It was totally hot but also in a way achingly innocent and sweet. Chad's erection was something he couldn't control but he had no desire to jerk himself. The women were doing this for each other not for him. It was arousing enough to simply watch them love each other. Lucy noticed Chad was not touching himself. She tended to gravitated more toward the ladies but she enjoyed the occasional man as well. She loved this bitch who drove her crazy and not just with her dancing fingers. She knew Amy loved her too, even if it wasn't in the way Lucy dreamed of. The fact that Chad wasn't using them as his own private porno raised her hopes that he wasn't just a bag of cum. Amy turned her again, swaying with her as the shower sluiced the soap from her body. Satisfied Amy shifted her again, letting the shower run over Lucy's back. She lowered herself, squatting on her heels. She lifted one of Lucy's feet and scrubbed it, then the other. Letting the soap drop to the tiled floor, she put her arms around Lucy's legs and pressed her face into Lucy's sex. She didn't use her tongue or mouth. She turned her head from side to side, nuzzling the woman's sex, looking like someone determined to inhale the scent of every flower in the bouquet. Smiling up at her friend she swiped her tongue once through Lucy's cleft, kissed right atop her clitoris and stood. "Wash me now?" Lucy scowled but the soft look in her eyes betrayed her. "It's his mess. Let him clean it up." Amy looked at Chad, who seemed incapable of movement. Amy glanced back at her friend. "Better hurry up. You don't want Mistress Lucy to get angry." "Shut up," Lucy snapped, but she held a hand out toward Chad and managed most of a smile. ------ Lucy switched places with him. Amy handed him the soap and Chad washed her body. He lingered over her breasts and between her legs. She stopped him when he started to soap her butt, taking the soap from him and doing it herself. He finished at her feet. Coping Amy's actions with Lucy, he contented himself with one lick and one kiss to ensure all the soap had been rinsed away. He stood and reached for the handle. "Your turn." Amy said as she stepped away from him. He almost told her he'd already washed before he shut his idiot mouth. Amy began to rub her soapy hands across his chest. A moment later Lucy reached past him, turned the soap over in her hands a few times and began to soap his back. The slippery hands meet at his crotch, Amy's reaching from the front, Lucy's from the back. He couldn't tell whose hands were pulling at his balls and whose were pulling at his dick. He didn't care. Finished, they toweled off, helping each other dry their backs. Chad's towels were typical single guy towels. They were not six foot plush monstrosities. He was a slim guy yet his barely wrapped around him. He was curious about how the ladies would deal with the problem. Amy was able to wrap hers around her chest but it left most of her butt and crotch exposed. Lucy's chest was too big. So where her hips. She simply carried it out of the bathroom and tossed it over the arm of the couch. Lucy appeared to have decided if she had to be here she might as well run the show. She walked to the fridge and gazed in the open door. Chad regretted not having his camera handy. The way the light from the fridge highlighted her body would have made a great photo. "You got anything besides beer?" Lucy asked without taking her head out of the refrigerator. "Yeah, tequila maybe," Amy asked. "Under the sink, tequila, rum, scotch, or Irish whiskey." Chad replied as he made his way into the kitchen and grabbed three shot glasses. "I don't have any limes to go with the tequila though." "Don't need them," Lucy replied as she brushed past him to join Amy on the couch. Chad sat on the floor and leaned back against the chair closest to the couch, legs stretched out and ankles crossed. His dick alternated between full on raging boner and half asleep. At the moment it was half asleep, barely tenting the towel around his waist. "Don't get too comfortable, this is your party, pour the drinks." Lucy sounded gruff but Chad was beginning to see that as long as Amy was treated well, he'd have no problem with Lucy. "Ah, forgive me. I forgot it was the butler's night off." He replied as he got up to get closer to the table. The floor had not be re-finished. He did not trust it enough to scoot to the couch. The loft lacked a coffee table. "Want to move to the kitchen table?" Lucy made no reply but Amy shook her head. "Naw, this is fine." Chad lined the shot glasses up on the floor. Lucy past him the bottle. He pour a generous shot into each and hand one to Lucy and one to Amy. He toasted them and then tossed it back. The ladies did the same. Lucy immediately extended her glass and Chad pour her another. She tossed it off and then leaned against the arm of the couch. She peered down her nose at Chad. "I thought we were going to play Pictionary?" "Sorry, I don't have that one." "Oh, how about Twister," Amy asked, excited as girl at her first sleepover. "I've always wanted to play nude Twister." "Oh my God," Lucy said as he rolled her eyes. "Better hit me again." "Hang on," Chad said as he rose to his feet. He walked over to the computer station and came back with a smart phone. "I've been working on this. Don't laugh. I think it might actually sell. It is a spin the bottle app." Lucy laughed out loud. "Spin the bottle? What are we twelve again?" "Seriously, I'd like to try it out, consider it a beta test." Amy cocked her head at him. "I thought you did construction?" "I do but I don't intended to do that forever. Want to try it?" "I'm in," Amy chirped as she slid off the couch to sit on the floor. She grabbed Lucy's ankle. "Come prissy butt. Lighten up." Chad moved backed to give Lucy room as he opened up the app. Lucy picked her towel up, folded in and used it to sit on. Chad set the phone on the floor between them. The screen glowed with a red arrow. "It's a combination of spin the bottle and truth or dare," he explained. "You have to tell it how many players first." He keyed in three before touching the screen near the head of the arrow and swiping his finger as if he were spinning the arrow on a board game. The arrow became a blur, slowed and then stopped pointing at Chad. The words "truth" or "dare" appeared. "Whoever it lands on can pick either truth or dare," he continued as he tapped the box that read "dare". He always chose dare. As with his relationships he did not cheat at games. If he picked truth he'd tell the truth. There was one item in particularly he had no desire to share, so he picked dare. The screen flickered and a list appeared. Amy and Lucy leaned over to see. He turned the phone towards them. The screen had a list of a dozen items, "sexual", "gross", "scary" etcetera. Amy giggled and pointed. "Fetish?" Chad blushed. "I wanted it to have a broad appeal." He offered by way of an explanation. "Pick fetish then," Amy requested. "I'm dying to see what you came up with." Chad sighed but tapped "fetish". The screen flashed. "Lick the bottom of this person's foot," was the command, above it the arrow re-appeared. Chad spun it. When it stopped it was aimed at Lucy. She began to shake her head." Uh-uh, I don't like my feet touched." Amy smacked her on the shoulder. "No fair. You play. You play. That's the way it works." Chad held up a hand. "No, I agree. We should settle the rules first. I might have been a little buzzed when I worked on the dares." He looked at Lucy and spoke cautiously. "If it comes up on something that you and I have to do are you okay with that? I mean, are you into guys at all?" Lucy sat up, looking angry. "You think I'm a lesbian?" Chad looked chagrined and began to mumble and Lucy laughed. "I am a lesbian, mostly anyway, but I've had boyfriends too." She shook her head. "Fine. I'll play but that doesn't mean there might not be some things I won't say 'no' to. Deal?" "Fine," Amy acquiesced but in a petulant tone. Lucy picked up her foot and brushed it off. For that Chad was grateful, it was hard to keep unfinished wood floors clean. "Make it quick," Lucy hissed. "I wasn't kidding. I don't like my feet messed with." Hot Tub Trio Ch. 06 Chad leaned forward, cupped her heel in his hand, making no pretense not to stare at her now exposed snatch as he quickly drug his tongue up the sole of her foot. Lucy shuddered and then set her foot down. She was to Chad's left so he passed her the phone. She spun and the arrow stopped on herself. She spun again. Amy. Amy leaned over and tapped the dare box and then quickly tapped 'fetish'. "Kiss this person's foot" appeared plus the arrow. "You got a thing for feet?" Lucy asked. "No, just no imagination I guess." "Can I pick another one?" Amy asked. "No. Well I guess you can spin the arrow but that will take you back to the main arrow to select the next player. Then you could spin it and ignore the result, tap through the menus again." Amy spun. "Too much work." It pointed at Chad. Amy leaned over and kissed the top of his foot. "My turn." She purred as she spun the arrow. Lucy. Lucy picked "truth". Spun and the arrow selected Chad as her interlocutor. Recalling an old urban legend he asked, "where's the strangest place you've made whoopee?" Lucy smiled. "You mean besides in the butt? I let a chick eat me out on top of bar once." She poured herself a shot. "Tequila was involved as I recall." Chad spun. Amy. Truth. Spin. Chad. "Where you the girl that ate her out on top of a bar?" "Of course not. What sort of girl do you think I am?" Lucy spun. Chad. Dare. Sexual. "Perform oral sex on this person." Spin. Lucy. ------ Lucy reached back and lifted herself to sit with her ass on the edge of the couch. Chad moved to kneel between her legs. Lucy was not shaved. She had a full thick bush. Chad didn't mind. Lucy's pussy was glistening and luscious looking as ripe peach. Lucy might be reluctant to play the game but her pussy appeared to have no qualms. To Chad's mind "oral sex" was a pretty open ended command. He caressed Lucy's thighs, long light strokes with his fingertips, letting the backs of his hands brush through her bush but otherwise not touching her sex. He wasn't hearing any complaints so he continued. Starting with her right knee he began to kiss her thigh, the top and inner thigh, doing from right to left, slowly working his way to the apex where her thighs meet. While technically not oral, the fingers of his right hand began to explore. He softly stroked his fingers up and down her slit, not trying to penetrate her until his fingers were well lubricated and she was open to them. His fingers probed and massaged the inside walls of her pussy before sliding free to begin to tease her clit. His index finger traced its way around Lucy's pulsing miniature cock. His touch was soft. He was careful not to pinch or pull. By now his cheek lay on one thigh and he blew soft puffs of air over her clit as he slide his middle finger back inside. He used his other fingers to gradually spread her lips, open her to his mouth. He slipped his tongue in, sliding it along the top of his finger, curled and stiffened it and pressed it to the top wall of her pussy as he withdrew it. He savored her, wishing he was able to identify the subtle differences in her taste and scent that made her pussy unique to her. He was vaguely aware that Amy had moved closer, was actually leaning on Lucy's left thigh, watching him. Though already smitten, he ignored her. His dare was to perform oral sex and he intend to give it his best. He gradually increased the tempo as well as the pressure of his tongue. He began to move the finger inside her in slow circles. He abandon flicking her click and instead began to suck on it, pulling on it until his mouth slipped free. He did this over and over, and as he increased the speed he carefully increased the force of the suction he applied to her. Lucy began to push herself into his mouth. Her hand found his head. He felt the strong muscles in her legs begin to tense. So did Amy. "Okay, stop. Don't make her cum." She demanded as she put a hand on Chad's forehead trying to push him away from her friend's cunt. "No," Lucy protested. "Don't stop. Fuck you Amy you already came once tonight. My turn." Amy insisted. "Seriously stop. You'll just curl up and go to sleep if you cum. You are just like a guy like that." Chad began to nuzzle the inside of her thigh. He kissed her leg and then looked her in the eye. "I'd love to make you cum with my mouth." He threw a glance at Amy. "We could tie her up and make her watch." He suggested to Lucy. "No way. The game isn't over. It's my turn." Amy insisted with a pout. Lucy eyed her for a moment then looked at Chad. "Tie her up huh? Not a bad idea. Let's save it for later." She tousled his hair, making him feel like he was four years old or something. "Sugar you eat pussy almost as good as a lesbian." She looked at Amy. "You sure he's got a cock between those legs?" She looked between her legs to where Chad knelt, cock poking out between his own legs. "Ow, there it is baby." She leered at Amy as she pushed Chad back, making room for herself on the floor. She leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss. "Thank you baby. That's was nice, real nice." She turned to Amy. "It's your turn. Fucking spin already." Chad. Fetish. "Spin to identify who will spank your ass with a belt, spin again to determine how many hits". Lucy. Eight. Chad's eyes sought Lucy. Her eyes twinkled and her lips wore the hint of a smile. "Mistress Lucy huh? I don't suppose that was just a little insider joke between you two?" "We still playing?" Was Lucy's only response. Chad nodded but slowly. Without turning to look at her Lucy addressed her friend. "Ams, be a love and help Chad get comfortable. Where you keep your belts baby?" "The only one I have is in my pants, in the bathroom." Lucy went to retrieve his belt as Amy walked him to the back of the couch. She had him lean over the middle and stretch his arms toward either arm. She used her hands to urge him to spread his legs as far apart as he could manage. He lay over the couch back, spread eagle, when Lucy returned. Amy started to step away but Lucy stopped her. "His cock." Chad felt Amy grope between his legs and pull his cock down to point toward the floor. He was pressed against the couch which prevent his dick from spring back up and smacking him in the belly. Having his dick pushed down was almost as uncomfortable as his stretched out position. Amy walked back to the front of the couch. Lucy trailed the end of his belt up the inside of his leg as she leaned over his outstretched arm. Her breast pressed against his left side. She surprised him by kissing his cheek. "Sugar, you ever done anything like this?" "No." "There's no need to make this complicated. I'll start at about fifty percent of what I'd use on a long standing devotee. I'll add a bit of power to each stroke. The last will be the real deal. Anytime it gets to be more than you want just say 'too much' and I'll back it down. I'll give you plenty of time between to catch your breath. Got it sugar?" "Yes." Then, "mistress." He smiled. She kissed his cheek again. "Okay then, let's see what we can do with that smart ass of yours. Count them." Without further ado, Lucy stood and laid the belt across his ass. It hit at an angle, wrapping around him so that the end of the belt reached the front of his outstretched right thigh. It happened fast. The sound was surprisingly loud. It took him a second for the sensation to penetrate his surprise. The end of the belt began to trail up the inside of his leg again. It began to sway, tickling his balls and the underside of his cock. He became aware of a stinging stripe of pain angling across his ass, starting high on his left hip and disappearing down his ass and onto his right leg. The tip of the belt slide up over his ass and traced patterns on his lower back. His skin rippled with goose bumps. He noticed Amy mouthing something at him. Before he could react Lucy spoke. "Ams you want some of this too? Chad, sugar, you didn't count for me. That one was a freebie. You got eight more to go." The belt left his back and wrapped itself across his ass before he could respond. "One," he panted. The sting was noticeably stronger that time. The belt trailed up the inside of his other leg, dangled in the crack of his ass and then snapped across him again. This time lower, on his upper thighs. That time he jumped. "Two." More teasing touches then the belt whistled through the air and the loft echoed with the sound of leather and flesh. It was a shorter stroke this time and the tip of the belt grazed his balls to slap against the inside of his left thigh. "Three". Lucy varied the location, moving up and down his ass. Where she hit changed but each stroke was stronger and sharper than the last. Whether to distract him from the pain across his ass or because she was simply excited was unclear but by the time the fourth stroke fell Amy was sitting on the floor in front of the couch. Her feet rested sole to sole on the floor, her knees splayed apart. The fingers of her right hand dipped in and out of her pussy, pausing at times to play with her clit. Her other hand pulled at her nipples. On the seventh stroke the end of the belt whipped between his legs and snapped against his balls, adding a deep ache to the fire blooming on his ass. His cock pressed ever more painful against the back of the couch. He was toying with telling her it was too much when once more her breast pressed against his side. He was sweating now, panting. Lucy's voice was soft, soothing. "You're doing great sugar. You up for this last one? No shame in saying no, being this is a first." Chad considered, then shook his head no. "Go ahead. Let's do it." She kissed his cheek before she straightened. She took her time, wanting to be accurate. She didn't want the end of the belt landing anywhere but on the meaty part of his ass. He yelped when the belt bit into him but remembered to scream, "Eight". The stroke felt substantially more than twice as powerful as the first. He felt Lucy's hands on his hips as she urged him to move his legs together. Next she tugged as his arms, letting them lie on the couch in front of him. She kissed across the back of his shoulders as his breathing slowed. He kept waiting for the fire across his ass to ebb like it had earlier but it didn't. The burning transformed itself in an ache that pulsed with every heartbeat. "You have any hand or body lotion sugar? Any Advil, Tylenol, something for headaches?" "Cabinet by the liquor," he panted. Lucy gestured with her head at Amy. While they waited for Amy to return Lucy continued to lie half on Chad, half on the back of the couch, fingers stroking his back but staying away from his ass. The whole time she murmured in his ear, nonsense syllables intended to soothe and relax. When Amy returned she bore a bottle of generic Advil, a glass of OJ and a pump bottle of Aveeno hand and body lotion. Chad started to stand but Lucy held him down with one hand. "Hold on sugar. Take the Advil but don't get up yet." Chad raised his upper body enough to swallow three of the tablets and most of the OJ. Amy set the glass at the end of the couch and moved to join Lucy behind the couch, carrying the lotion with her. "This is going to feel cold sugar." Lucy's voice retained the lilting tone of a mother comforting a fussy infant. She held the bottle over his ass and pressed the pump down. It did feel cold but that didn't keep it from feeling good at the same time. The ladies pumped lotion onto their hands and began to rub it into the backs and insides of his thighs. That started low, below where the belt had bit, and worked their way up. When they got to his ass checks he shuddered. His brain had difficulty sorting out the mixed signals coming from his skin, hot, cold, burn, soothe, ache, relief. His dick had begun to soften during the period between the belt and the lotion but now it began to respond to the feel of two sets of hands, rubbing and stroking his ass. He could not tell who, but someone began to stroke his cock, despite the awkward crushed position it was in. The hands left his ass and then his cock. "Up you go sugar. Slow though." He was surprised to see how much sweat clung to his chest. He swiveled, trying to see his ass. He could only see the outer sides of his cheeks. They were red but not as bad as he expected. "Not as bad as expected," he whispered more to himself than to his companions. Amy snorted. "Go look in the mirror." He walked toward the bathroom, trying to walk normal despite his aching ass. He stood with his back toward the mirror and once more twisted at the waist. His ass was a layered with deep reddish welts. The edges of a couple were purple and he knew those would remain as bruises after the redness faded. One the edge of one strip he saw a blister forming. "Holy fuck," he finally gasped. The longer he looked the more the lotion seemed to make the red glow. His ass hurt but his cock was still hard. Lucy appeared in the mirror. For the first time that night she looked concerned. "You never said 'too much'. You okay?" He turned from her reflection to face her. "Fine as frog's hair." He kissed her cheek. "Mistress." She treated him to a full hug, bountiful breasts pressed hard against his sweaty chest, before she turned back to the living area. He followed, loving the way her firm ass cheeks moved when she walked. He knelt, rather than sat. He spun. Lucy. Dare. "Spin Again." The arrow stopped on Lucy, below the screen glowed. "Fuck this person." ------ Amy rose and reached for Lucy's hand. Lucy took it and Amy lead her toward the mattress in the corner. Chad followed, lagging at what he hoped was a respectful distance. The two women didn't immediately lie down. Chad moved around them and eased himself onto the mattress, lying against the wall. The cold prickly brick felt good on his ass. Amy stepped into Lucy's open arms. Lucy was taller and Amy's head rested comfortably under Lucy's chin. The stood in each other's arms for a moment then Amy turned her head, looking and finding her friend's mouth. Chad watched, looking for any differences in the way two women kissed compared to a man and a woman. There was none than he could see. Lucy was clearly in charge. It was Lucy who set the pace. Lucy who switched position and Lucy's tongue appeared to be spend more time in Amy's mouth than vice versa. Chad wondered if were possible, in any pairing, for there to be a time when one person was not dominant. It didn't have to be the same person. He suspected it wasn't usually the same person and that the roles might oscillate rapidly. He decided there was never a moment where both were equal. If both were equal nothing would happen. It was the sex equivalent of one of the laws of thermodynamics. If everything was at an equivalent state of energy, no work could be done. At least, he thought he recalled that as one of the laws of thermodynamics. Before him, the baton had been passed or perhaps Amy had simply taken it from Lucy. She had one hand pressed in the small of Lucy's back, the other held the woman's breast as her tongue danced circles around Lucy's nipple. Lucy's back was arched. Her hands rested on Amy's shoulders. Her posture suggested she wished to escape Amy's relentless assault. The fact that she did not escape had more to do with her conflicted desires than the small hand Amy held her with. Amy forced the larger woman back. Lucy nearly stumbled as her heels hit the mattress. Chad reached up and steadied her. Amy paused long enough to grasp Lucy's hands and ease her to the mattress. Lucy inched back as if she feared triggering Amy to attack her. She ended up lying diagonally across the bed, her head resting near Chad's. Amy dropped to her knees beside Lucy's hip, her eyes ablaze. Chad was aroused and frightened by the look in her eyes but mostly aroused. Amy's left hand pushed Lucy's legs apart and forced their way inside her cunt. The lower part of Lucy's back left the mattress and she moaned. Chad was worried Amy hand hurt her friend. Those fears faded rapidly as Lucy began to gasp. "Oh baby that's right. Fuck my pussy baby. Make me scream." Amy did her best to comply. Fingers pistoning in and out of Lucy's cunt Amy lowered her head and began to nip at the woman's delicious breast and their dark nipples. Chad pressed his cock against Lucy's thigh. Lucy was wiggling all over the mattress, her gyrations stimulating Chad's cock. Soon her thigh shone with his precum. Chad, though technically not a part of the dare and risking expulsion from the game, moved a hand to trap Lucy's tit and joined Amy's oral assault on the women's nipples. Lucy's back arched until only her head, shoulders and ass touched the mattress. She dropped back, panting. Her fingers pulled at Chad's hair, dragging his head up her chest. Her mouth found his and there, in that small arena, she reclaimed her dominance. Chad could do little beyond accepting the tongue fucking his mouth received. His fingers replaced his lips and began to roll and pull at Lucy's short squat fireplug of a nipple. Her fingers stiffened in his hair, her tongue stilled and then she filled his mouth with a noiseless scream as her hips began to buck wildly. Their teeth clicked together and Chad would have pulled away but she had his lower lip between her teeth. A final shudder ran through her body and she collapsed into the bed, releasing his lip and panting. Amy, who still had her fingers buried in Lucy's cunt, scrambled between Lucy's legs. "Oh no Lucy. I'm not finished with you yet." As she finished speaking she fell on Lucy's sex, engulfing her with her mouth, as her fingers continued to probe the depths of Lucy's pussy. Lucy began to shove at Amy's head, panting, as her body began to quiver once more. But Amy wouldn't budge, her mouth continued to suck at Lucy. Chad had a moment to wonder if Bram Stoker was writing today would his vampire's suck at their victim's neck, or at their true center, their crotches. One of Lucy's hands left Amy's head and clutched at his arm. Lucy began to speak but was interrupted as another shuddering wail whistled between her lips. "Fuck her." Chad looked perplexed. "Fuck her," Lucy insisted. Chad eyes left Lucy's face and found Amy's. She lifted her mouth long enough to add her own, gasped, "Yes, fuck me". He sat up, the throb in his ass unnoticed, and climbed between Amy's legs. She buried her face in Lucy's twat as she rose on her knees, offering herself to Chad. His left hand pulled her butt cheek to one side while is right positioned his cock at the opening of Amy's pussy. He moved it up and down, insinuating it between her glistening cunt lips then ram it home. He fucked her, hard, hard as he could ever remember fucking anyone. After a half a dozen pounding thrusts Amy pulled away from him, crawled up Lucy's body and buried her face in the crock of the other woman's neck. She ground their pussies together as she mewled and whimpered in Lucy's arms. Meanwhile Chad knelt there, shiny wet cock bobbing in the air, half way to cumming. Lucy's eyes focused enough for her to discern Chad's plight. She smiled, pushed Amy off her chest, though she kept her left arm wrapped around the girl. She beckoned to Chad with her free hand. He moved to her side and knee walked to her head. "Sugar, you've been a sweetheart tonight. This isn't my usual gig but I'll suck sweet thing's pussy off your tool if you want but don't cum in my mouth. Okay?" Chad nodded. "You ready, you shoot on my titties. The little missy here can clean up the mess easy enough." There seemed nothing left to say. Chad leaned toward her, left hand pressed against the wall at the head of the mattress for balance, his right encircling his cock, offering it to Lucy. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 07 It took several minutes for Chad to wake enough to realize he wasn't dreaming. Someone was sucking his dick. He smiled. Amy had made amazing progress in the sucking dick department. He couldn't imagine such a thing as a truly bad blow job but up until yesterday her blow jobs were rather pedestrian. If nothing else he had Vince to thank for that. Vince? His eyes flew open and he sighed. It was Amy's shoulder length blonde hair that sway over his legs. He watched her for a while. He wished her hair was shorted. He loved the idea of watching his cock disappear into her mouth. She paused for a moment to wrap her tongue around the crown of his dick, while her hand continued to stroke him. "Morning Ams. Nice wakeup call babe." She didn't giggle which surprised him. She turned and crawled up his body. Her pussy was wet when it touched his stomach. Chad's right hand was under his head. He stroked her leg with his left. She grabbed it and put it above his head. She intertwined her fingers with his. She leaned forward pushing their hands into the mattress. Her hair hung in his face. Her nose touched his. "I can still tasted my pussy, my cunt, on your dick, from last night. I can still taste it." She pressed her lips to his and her tongue probed his mouth. "See? Can you taste it? Taste my pussy?" Because he could he nodded. "I woke up and the whole place smelled like my pussy. The bed, the air, your cock, Vince's face." Chad wondered where the hell Vince was but before he could ask Amy continued. "Vince's face smell like your cum too." She kissed him again, smashing her lips into his. He started to raise his arms, intending to hold her but she pushed his hands back down, raising up to lean her weight on them. She shook her head. "No, leave them there." She leaned forward and he lifted his head to meet her but she didn't seek his mouth this time. She turned his head with the side of her face and began to lick and tickle his neck. He started to raise his hands again and she bit him. Hard. "Ouch, what the fuck Amy?" "Lay still." She hissed, clearly perturbed. "Should I get a belt?" That surprised him. They had really never talked about the night Amy's friend Lucy had laid into him with his own belt. Amy had never offered to do it and Chad had declined to ask, though he thought of it at times but he would cum before he found the courage to blurt it out. She smiled at him. "You liked that didn't you? You like being spread out on the back of your couch, watching me finger my cunt while Lucy beat your ass. I saw the way the cum had leaked out of your cock to decorate the back of the couch. You like it didn't you?" Chad slowly nodded before whispering. "Yeah." "Good to know." She smirked at him. Her face shifted and the old giggling Amy was there for a minute. She gave him a quick 'off to work with you' kiss. "I changed my mind. If you don't hold still I won't spank you. Since you like it the punishment should be not getting it." She kissed him quickly. When she spoke her voice was flatter and deeper. "Don't move." "Yes Amy." She made no acknowledgement of his acquiescence except to return to tickling his neck with her mouth and hair. She moved her hips lower and the hot wet lips of her sex engulfed his cock. He moved his hips, trying to enter her. When he did she lifted herself off him and bit him again. Hard. He wondered if she had broken the skin. "Too much," he whispered. She kiss the spot and he knew she understood. He understood as well and when she began to rub her slit over his cock he remained still. She did this so long Chad decided she wanted to cum this way. He did not want to cum, not yet anyway. He started working his way through the prime numbers, pulled up a mental diagram of the latest algorithm he was working on, anything to take his mind off the sensations coming from his cock. Amy slide off him and sat up tall, stretching her arms, fingers still locked with his. She shook herself. "Baby you feel so good. I can't believe how much I love your cock." She purred. Chad didn't believed he'd ever actually heard a woman purr. "You love my pussy baby?" "Yes." "You love my tits?" She pulled her arms together and shook her chest. "Yes." She slide her hips back, tilting so that rather than sliding over his cock, his cock was pressed upward. She pushed harder and his cock slipped between her lips. She moved up and down. She freed her right hand and reached behind her. It was all Chad could do to hold still. Her hand found him and rubbed his cock up and down her slit but she did not put his cock inside her pussy, she simply played the crown of his dick along her engorged lips. "Hhm, your cock likes my pussy." Saying this she slide half his length into her cunt. She held him there. "Feel me baby? Feel my pussy milk your cock?" He could. Her pussy contracted and relaxed around him. He nodded. Her hand tugged and his cock popped out of her. She angled him upward and pushed back. As she did his pussy lubricated cock head skipped over the rim of her anus and she purred again. "You love my ass too don't you baby?" He nodded. "You want to fuck my ass?" "Yes," he croaked. He swallowed hard. "Yes Amy, I want to fuck your ass." "Hhmm, I know. You keep saying it." Her hand tightened and she pressed harder. He felt her sphincter begin to relax then it tightened and his cock slipped past her rosebud. She re-positioned herself, pushed again, started to relax but once again couldn't quite relax enough. He heard her groan, not in excitement but frustration. "Amy?" She ignored him. "Amy, that's enough for now. Later maybe. Besides baby, I'll never love your ass more than your pussy." She continued to move his cock around her sphincter a few times then let go. Her hand went back to his. She leaned over him and began to brush her nipples across his chest. It had been a couple of days since he had shaved but she didn't seem to mind the stubble. She massaged his cock with her pussy while she did this. Sitting up she slide over his belly, she continued forward until her knees were pressed into his armpits. She freed her right hand again and reached between her legs. She spread herself and then pressed against Chad's right nipple. She ground her pussy in circles on his chest then slide back down his belly as her hand sought his. She slipped down his body and somehow managed to tilt her pelvis just right so that he slide inside her easily. She pressed backward, driving him deeper into her cunt. His cock hit her cervix and she groaned, a good groan this time. She stayed there, not moving her hips. Her back was arched. She relaxed bending forward now. Her mouth found Chad's nipple. She sucked it into her mouth, flicked it with her tongue, pulled away. "Your nipple tastes like my pussy too." She said this as if the fact might have been uncertain prior to her statement. She licked his chest. She took his nipple in her mouth. She bit. She bit and pulled and let it go. She bit and moved her mouth in small circles dragging his entrapped nipple with it. She continued, biting a little harder, pulling a little longer until she heard a soft "too much". She backed it down a notch and continued to play. She moved up his body again, this time grinding on his left nipple before returning to bury his cock in her cunt. Whether because he was more excited or because his left nipple wasn't as sensitive there was not a whispered "too much" this time. As she tormented his nipple she continued to squeeze her pussy around his cock. She bit down on his nipple, pulled and held it stretched from his chest as her tongue flicked over it. She heard him gasp was getting ready to let go, anticipating his "too much" when she felt his body quiver. Instead of "too much" she heard, 'Oh fuck Amy how did you do that?" She stifled a groan of disappointment. She was getting so close. She had been thinking it was about time she quit playing with his nipples and sat up and fucked herself on his cock when he came. He started to pull his hands away. She tightened her grip. She was in charge. If she could not cum on his cock, well there were other means. "Lay still. I'm not done." Her voice was flat, not warm and fuzzy. She sat up, leaning back on his cock. "Scoot down," she commanded and began to walk backward on her knees. He pulled his feet up, raised his ass and followed her. She never let go of his hands and his cock never left her pussy. He could feel his jizz started to ooze over his balls. She lifted herself off his cock and walked on her knees up his body as she pulled his hands down so that his arms lay closer to his sides. An awareness of what she intend was growing inside him. It was something he had thought about, but like asking her to spank him, it faded with his orgasm. He swallow and stared at her pussy. His cum hung from the lips, some dragging off onto his chest. She raised her right knee and put it beside his head. Her pussy yawed open just below his chin. She moved her left knee. She lowered herself and he open his mouth to accept her. As he felt her body respond to his tongue digging deep inside her pussy his reservations fell away. His mouth became a greedy beast, sucking and lapping at her pussy. His mouth filled with her juices and his own jizz. It was his first time eating creampie and he was ecstatic to discover it just might be his favorite pie in the whole wide world. His nose rubbed her clit as he ate her out. He felt it throb and pulse. He left her cunt and found her clit with his mouth and tongue. He sucked on her, ran his tongue over her and sucked some more. He worked one hand under her ass and slipped two fingers in her pussy then pulled them free. He pressed one against her rosebud, but did no more than hold it there. She pushed against his finger and it slipped into her tight almost virginal ass. Her hips began to shake against his face. When she stilled, he slipped a second finger into her ass and began to move them in and out, spreading his fingers, filling her, stretching her. He sucked harder on her clit until her hands found his head and she pulled herself out of his mouth as she gasped. He finger fucked her ass a couple more times before carefully freeing them from the vice grip of her sphincter. She collapsed atop of him, panting. This time she did not stop him from wrapping his arms around her. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 08 It had been years since I'd used an alarm clock no matter how beat I am, and this morning I feel totally beat. My eyes popped open somewhere between 5:00 and 5:30. I know from experience there is no going back to sleep. If I try, the result will be a headache that crawls up the back of my neck to lock my head in a vise. I awake feeling more than fatigue. Disquiet churns my stomach. I feel as if a distant figure has solemnly intoned, "You may open your booklets and begin." At the very moment, I realize that not only have I failed to bring two sharpened No. 2 pencils, I am also naked. I roll out of bed as quietly as I can while mentally kicking my own ass. I cannot imagine what possessed me to open up like that to two strangers. We've fucked and sucked each other but that doesn't make us friends. I must be getting fucking stupid in my old age. I grab my trunks from the bar behind the tub, marveling that they had been tossed there last night. It feels like days ago. I groan, recalling how I briefly deep-throated Chad's cock and the astonished look in Amy's eyes when she tumbled to the fact he liked it. I groan again, this time out loud. What am I doing getting hooked up in what is bound to be a fucking three-ring circus? Haven't I had enough drama in my life already? I pause, trunks in hand, as my stomach roils. I glance at the pocket door leading to the water closet. Am I going to puke? God I hope not. I hate puking and have no wish to look even more like a loser in front of these two. I manage a slow deep breath, what the birth class instructor had referred to as a "cleansing breath," hoping to calm my stomach and my mind, but at the moment, I'll settle for quieting my stomach. The place reeks of sex, a miasma of pussy, cum, and sweat. This does nothing to settle my stomach. I grab the dry bag, shorts, and shoes and flee my own bedroom. I wonder if rather than age making me stupid I have finally managed to cum my brains out. I slide the screen door open and step onto the balcony and inhale the still air of the morning, enjoying the tangy odor of the sea. I put my running shoes and shorts in the dry bag, check to make sure my key is inside the bag, pull my trunks on, and go inside. I scrawl a quick note and leave it on the table and head for the beach. I wonder if I will be relieved or disappointed to find Amy and Chad gone when I return. The beach is deserted. I wade in and suppress a shudder. Yesterday's storm has churned the water in the shallow inlet, bringing up deeper and colder water. I duck my head beneath the next wave and begin to swim. My body falls into its accustomed rhythm and my mind wanders. - God, she had been so pissed off. She had looked like she could chew up a mouthful of nails and spit out carpet tacks. I cannot recall if it occurred to me that she was being more than a little weird about the whole thing. I mean, for Christ's sake, she had only left a few hours ago. Nowadays, even a hint of that much clinginess and I politely but firmly make my farewells. Of course, back then I was hoping to have a relationship, not avoid one. - "Are you dumping me, asshole?" Ann spat out as she pushed past me. I closed the door and she turned on me, head jutting forward. Her checks rouged with anger. If she'd been bald she could have been Mussolini telling me to put up my dukes. That mental image on top of everything else could only result in one thing. I busted out laughing. I would still argue that was not an unreasonable response. Ann? Ann had a radically different view of my response. She started hitting me on the shoulder and upper arm. "Don't laugh at me you fucking asshole. Fuck you." I twisted away, too busy trying to make sure she didn't accidentally hurt me, to answer her. I pulled the leg near her up guarding my nads on the off chance she decided to add a few kicks. As quickly as it started, she stopped. I relaxed but remained turned slightly. Before I could answer, she started to cry. I don't expect anything, in whatever remains of my life, to make me feel worse than being the cause of Ann's tears. She started to push me aside, moving toward the door. I managed to get an arm around her. I remember thinking maybe I should let her go. That would be the simplest course. Maybe as far as Ann was concerned perhaps that would be the best course. What I had done that morning in the men's room was never far from mind. I could see the asshole's face. I could hear him sneer, "Does she know you're a faggot?" Despite all that was to come, I don't regret stopping her from storming out of the door and out of my life. She pushed against me, not very convincingly. She let me put my other arm around her. I rocked her in my arms and whispered in the same tone I had once used on skittish horses. The words were of less important than the tone but they included. "Sorry" and "hush" and "don't cry." She relaxed in my arms and sniffles replaced her sobs. I decided in those few minutes I would never tell her about what had happened in the men's room. More importantly, I decided that morning's fiasco had exorcised that particular demon. And if it hadn't, I would ignore it. When she pushed me away this time, I let her. She wiped her eyes, then less ladylike, wiped her nose with the back of her hand. Her eyes sought mine. She hit me one more time on the chest as she sighed "asshole" at me. She touched the bruise around my nipple and I flinched. I can still see in my head how her eyes grew large as she reached out to touch my chest. "Did I do that to you?" Her voice was soft. She pointed at the bruise and abrasion around my nipple. This was my last chance to tell her what happened; to tell her about what I consider my perversion. To tell her why it would never work for us. I couldn't do it because I had convinced myself that I could make it work, that I would make it work. I looked down and probed the area around my nipple. "It doesn't hurt, not really. To be honest I don't remember when it happened." I smiled at her as the lie twisted around my heart. "We were pretty wound up at the time or at least I was." Ann shook her head. "It was pretty crazy." She touched my chest. "I've never done that before, bit someone." I shrugged. "It was kind of hot actually." "Really?" I nodded. "Really." I crossed over to the small chest of drawers and pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I slipped them on and wedged my sockless feet into my tennis shoes, no more flip-flops for me. "Come on let's get lunch." "You sure? Don't do it just to be nice to me. If you don't want to go out with me, say so." "Jesus Christ Ann, let it go." I held the door open for her. "But I assume that means you want to go out with me?" "Of course. God, guys are dumb." - I shake free of my memories long enough to notice the tide is pulling me out further than I intended. I angle more toward the shore. We went to Denny's. I think I got one of the grand slams. Ann got a chef salad with ranch dressing on the side. We both stuck with iced tea, Ann defiling hers with Sweet n Low. A character flaw I never got comfortable with. - "How can you drink that nasty stuff?" "Tea? You're drinking it." "Not after dumping a pink packet of gross in it." "It's better than sugar." I shook my head. "I wouldn't bet on it." Our food arrived and we are quiet. I was getting my food ready when I notice Ann is staring at me with a smile. "What?" "You. First you buttered your pancakes, then you poured syrup on them and then cut the stack down the middle, then each half into thirds before rotating the plate ninety degrees and repeating. Then you dashed your eggs with tobasco before cutting them just like the pancakes only without the ninety-degree turn, I'm assuming because the eggs are smaller but it may be that you didn't have room to rotate the platter like you did the pancake plate. Then ketchup on the hash browns and it appears you are ready to eat. In the meantime I am half done with my salad." She smiled. I looked at the food in front of me. How else would one approach eating a large breakfast? I took a bite of the pancakes, looked at her, and shrugged. She laughed. It is a wonderful sound. Afterward, too stuffed to walk far, we wandered back on campus. I steered us away from Fraser Hall just to be safe. Ann found a bench and sat. She let her head fall back. The light filtering through the ash leaves turned her face into a chiaroscuro a master would be proud to claim. I sat in the corner of the bench, one leg bent and resting on the seat. I was happy and at the same time I wanted to disappear in a puff of smoke. How could I risk hurting her without being as big an asshole as the guy from this morning? Her eyes were closed but her hand reached over and rested on the inside of my knee. "Why did you go down on me like that? In my experience that doesn't happen until later, if at all." I looked around to make sure no one was close enough to hear her. "Relax Vince, jeez." Apparently her eyes were not completely closed. "Because I was scared." She opened one eye. "What do you mean?" "I was afraid I would mess up trying to make love to you. I knew I could go down on you." She said nothing. A few minutes passed. "I came close to having sex once, earlier this year. We were both pretty drunk. We couldn't manage to get her pants all the way off so she really couldn't open her legs very well. I poked at her a couple times but couldn't seem to, you know, get inside her. It was just short of farcical. In the end, I went down on her a little and she played with my dick. Neither of us got off, things just petered out, no pun intended. She told me good night which was a great relief and I fled. We were both too embarrassed to even talk to each other after that. I don't want that to happen to us," I added speaking as much to myself as Ann. "Mmm, as I recall you 'got inside' me at least twice, although the one time maybe should count as twice, which would bring it up to three, so nothing to be embarrassed about last night. I give you a B+, maybe an A-." "Why not an A?" I was serious and she could tell. "Nobody's perfect and you didn't talk dirty to me." "Seriously? You want me to talk dirty to you?" Her eye opened again. "Yeah Vince. All woman love to have guys ask them things like: 'what am I doing to you?' and 'you like that cock in your pussy?' We live for that." I just stared at her. "Oh for Pete's sake no. I was making a joke. Jeez you desperately need to relax. You'll have a stroke or MI before you're forty at this rate." "Okay fine. So why not an A?" She shook her head and closed her eye again, ignoring me. I steeled myself, still not sure how to manage this. "Are we going to do it again?" "No." Silence. "Joke again, Vince. Joke." Then she sat up and turned to look at me. "Unless you don't want to. Is that what you are trying to tell me? Maybe you don't get it but I feel like I'm hanging out in the wind here. I've been getting these weird vibes from you all year. It's like you open your mouth to ask me out then clamp it shut or at least that's what I thought. I like you. I like you a lot but if I've fooled myself say so. I'm not interested in a couple of post-fuck pity dates." "Don't' be stupid. I've wanted to ask you out and I'm tempted to take you behind the bushes over there and make love to you." Ann snorted. "Better let me get on top then. I saw your knees earlier. You look like one of those priests who walk on their knees over stony ground to prove how much they love Jesus." She grinned at me. "Plus I don't think people 'make love' behind a bush. Behind a bush it is pretty much just fucking." God she is distracting. "I want to do that again but I think we should be more careful." "I'm on the pill, Vince. I'm not stupid." "It's not just pregnancy I worry about." Her eyes narrowed. "Are you saying you're afraid I might give you an STD? Cause you claim to have been a virgin up until sixteen hours ago." "You fucking relax for a change." I figured I needed to sound outraged in order to make this work. "No, I'm not worried about you giving me anything. And yes I was a virgin but only in the sense my penis had never been inside a vagina. I just told you I went down on a girl a few months. I've had a couple girls go down on me too. I know it is low risk. I know it is stupid but I'd kill myself I thought I gave you anything." "Vince, I'm not worried about it." "I know but I am. I think we should use condoms. The last time I was with someone with any kind of real contact was a couple weeks ago. We'll give it three months. I'll get tested for everything, HIV - the works and if all is good, we can ditch the condoms. Unless you want to take a break from the pill." Ann looked skeptical. "What if we don't last three months?" "Then it won't matter will it?" "I think you're being a little obsessive, though after watching you eat breakfast I'm not surprised." She got up. "Okay, let's go buy some condoms." - It isn't easy to smile, swimming across ocean swells but I manage it. Ann had marched into the same Walgreen's, God how I had been squirming inside. She had insisted it was her prerogative to pick the type and pay for them since the box clearly stated they were for "her pleasure". The old lady at the register could have been my landlady's twin. Her scowl screamed disapproval. I nearly choked when Ann asked the old lady if she'd ever tried them and did they really increase pleasure. Butter would have melted in Ann's mouth but the woman blushed and quit staring. Ann thanked her and waved goodbye. "What an old bitch," she hissed after the doors closed. -- I try to remember how her hand felt in mine, how excited I was she was interested enough in me to stand up to the clucking hen of a clerk. My hand scrapes the bottom. I pick my way between the rocks and rinse off under the public shower. There are no changing rooms at this small beach. I step behind "my" bush and quickly change into my running shorts and shoes. I squeeze as much water out of my trunks as I can, drop them in the bag, close it, and sling it over my shoulders. I set off along the beach trail and my body, as it had while swimming, relaxes into the rhythm of my run. My mind is free to drift back, pole-vaulting over the years and the tears that separate me from the man, boy, I had once been. - Ann held my hand as we walked back to my apartment. I saw the curtain on my landlady's back door twitch. Stealing some of Ann's cheerful indifference to the judgment of others and her courage, I tossed the old biddy a wave as Ann went up the stairs ahead of me. She wasn't wearing volleyball shorts today but her ass looked mighty fine anyway. As soon as the door closed she turned and reached for the bottom of her shirt. I reached out and stopped her. "Not so fast missy. I want to undress you myself." I pulled her close and we stood there kissing. I loved nipping at her lower lip, tugging it. I loved when she would retaliate by forcing her tongue deep inside my mouth. Her lips were soft and wet and her hair felt wonderful wrapped around my fingers. My hands found their way under her shirt and caressed her lower back. I lowered my right hand to her butt and began to knead that gorgeous ass of hers. My other hand found its way to her bra strap. She reached back to help me unfasten it. "Patience, Ann. Patience," I whispered in her ear. She shivered and squealed the teeniest bit when I darted my tongue into her ear. Remembering how she enjoyed it last night, I forced her head over with my chin and kissed behind her ear and along her neck. The hand on her ass pulled her closer. I put my left knee between her legs and pressed upward against her crotch while I forced my rapidly hardening cock against her leg. It was trapped in the left leg of my jeans. I broke our embrace long enough to pull it free, though I left my jeans on and buttoned. I let go of her ass and both my hands found her breasts. I could feel her nipples, hard little gems, beneath her clothes. "I can feel your nipples, all the way through your bra and shirt. I can feel how hard they are." I wasn't sure if that counted as talking dirty or not but it seemed important to tell her for some reason. I lifted her shirt. Her bra was simple, plain white cotton. Her breasts were not large but they were perfect as far as I was concerned. She didn't need a bra with railroad gauge steel undergirding to keep them up. No, just a simple white cotton bra did the trick. I cupped her breasts in my hands and used my thumbs to lightly rub circles around her nipples through the fabric. That earned me the day's first soft moan of pleasure. I lowered my head and pressed my mouth against the cotton and blew, forcing my hot breath through the cloth. I pressed my tongue against her nipple and massaged it. I moved to her other breast and began to mouth her through her bra. I felt her start to reach behind her back and extend an arm to stop her. She moaned again and it was spiced with a hint of frustration. I stood straight and slipped her shirt over her head. Her hands immediately reached behind her. "Not yet," I insisted as I grabbed her hands. I put them around my waist. "Patience." I lowered my mouth to her boob, primarily to tease her, and quickly pulled back to watch her face. I ran my fingertips over the soft skin of her cleavage. Carefully, so as to not pinch or poke, I worked my fingers inside the top of her bra. Flexing my fingers, her bra was pushed aside and her breast slipped free. I had a ridiculous mental image of a pea being popped out of its pod. I remember thinking I really was a fucking dork. I began to massage Ann's now exposed nipple with my thumb. I pulled my hand away long enough to wet my thumb and then began to slide it across and around her nipple. When more lubrication seemed to be in order, I held my thumb out to Ann and she eagerly took it into her mouth, sucking and nipping at the ball of it before I returned it to duty. I wanted to taste her nipple but reminded myself to be patient. I began to kiss her again. One of her hands found its way back to my head. As we kissed, I carefully worked my hand into the other cup. Another flexing of the fingers and her other breast was exposed. Her breasts were trapped, pressed together and up by her bra. I pressed the palm of my hand against the nipple on that side, reluctant to break our kiss. My fingers pressed and pulled, but slowly and softly, at her breast. When I finally broke the kiss, it was Ann who pulled my hand to her mouth and wet my thumb. As I began to caress her other nipple I indulged my desire to taste the one my fingers had abandoned. I began to play with her nipple with my mouth, trying to recall what she had seemed to like last night. Whatever I was doing was apparently okay because the hand on the back of my head tightened and pushed my face against her breast. Her other hand began to stroke me through my jeans. Unbidden, I remember how good it felt when the asshole softly bit my nipple. I almost shook my head, not wanting that fucker in my head right now. There was no part of me that wanted to hurt her. That was the difference I told myself. At first, I limited myself to tugging at her nipple with my only my lips. That seemed okay so I very gingerly tried the same thing with my teeth. Ann's fingers clutched at my hair. Without surrendering my hold on her breast I asked, "Did I hurt you?" Her fingers tightened in my hair. "No," she whimpered. "But it is so intense." I played with her boob a while longer. The last nip was a little harder and she gasped. I stepped to her side, anxious to make up for orally neglecting her other boob. As I began to play with it, I pressed my right hand over the front of her shorts and squeezed. I pressed my fingers over the zipper, pushing her shorts and panties into her slit. I had to constantly remind myself to go slow. Don't squeeze too hard, don't pull too hard, don't bite too hard. The more desperate I became, the more my desire for her was stoked and the harder it became to control myself. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 08 I thumbed open the top of her shorts. That gave me enough room to wiggle my hand inside her shorts. I kept my hand on top of her panties. Patience. Her panties were wet. I press with my finger, driving the damp cotton into her slit. The hard miniature pike of her clit pressed against the underside of my finger. I continued to baby her slit with my fingers as my mouth moved to her cleavage and began to kiss its way up her chest. Our mouths met. I still stood to one side. Ann pressed the breast nearest me into my chest and began to move it in circles, rubbing her nipple against my own. It was my turn to moan. Her tongue moved between my lips. She began to nip at my lip as I had nipped at hers. My fingers pulled her panties to one side and slid into her wetness. When I pulled my hand from her pants, she whimpered. I pulled away from her kiss. She pouted. I waited and when she opened her eyes I let them stay fixed on my glistening fingers before using them to smear her own juices over her left nipple and breast. Knowing she was watching, I extended my tongue and slowly lapped it over her breast, eating her pussy juice off the soft mound. My cock was killing me. I wanted to jerk my pants down, jerk Ann's pants down, and bury myself in her pussy. I shifted so that I once more stood directly in front of her. Remembering my raw knees, I squatted on my heels. I put my hands on her ass and pulled her close. I kissed and tongued her belly button. Then kissed down her tummy until my lips reached the top of her panties. I leaned back. My hands left her ass and I unzipped her shorts. She reached to help but stopped when I shook my head. I eased her shorts off her hips, careful to leave her panties in place. I helped her step out of her sandals and then out of her shorts. I tossed them toward the couch. Her pants were pulled to one side, partly embedded in her slit. The left side of her pussy was visible, engorged, glistening, and totally enticing. I pulled the fabric out of her slit and readjusted her panties. That earned another small groan of frustration. I moved back and started teasing her belly button with my tongue, her scent urging me on. I kissed my way back down to her panties. I pressed my mouth against her panties and as I had with her bra, forced my hot breath through the cloth. Her hands seized my head and held it against her pussy. I sucked on the cloth and pulled a fragment into my mouth, savoring the taste. I moved my mouth higher and blew on her clit, fascinated to see it twitch. I hooked my fingers inside the waist of her panties and relieved her of them. I stood, holding the panties in my hand. I held them in front of my face. I sniffed them. I put them in my mouth and sucked at them until all I could taste was cotton and my own spit. I tossed them atop her shorts. I used my hands on her hips to move her back until her bare butt touched the edge of my small kitchen table. I wondered how much my landlady could see through the kitchen door. Given the angle, probably only Ann's naked back. I hoped she was watching. I reached behind Ann's left leg and lifted. She seemed confused. I nodded toward the chair beside the table. "Put your foot on the chair." It was the first words spoken by either of us for several minutes and my voiced sounded too loud in the small place. I kissed her softly. "Please. If it's uncomfortable tell me." She nodded. As she raised her foot and set it on the seat of the chair I lowered my body. I wanted, desperately wanted, to devour her pussy but I resisted. I leaned over her foot. I couldn't tell her I had a weakness for sucking cock but maybe this would let her know I was a fucking freak. I kissed the top of her foot. I wiggled my tongue behind her big toe and second toe. I licked the top of her foot. She didn't jerk away in disgust. I kissed and licked my way to her knee. I swiveled and kissed up the inside of her right thigh until my ear and cheek brushed against her sex. I moved back to the left and kissed my way from the knee to her upper thigh. I scooted between her legs so that only my head and upper body remained under her. I tipped my head back and covered her sex with my mouth. My cheeks and chin were soon glossed. Holding my head back like that was awkward but I was able to dive deep inside her with my tongue, then raise up off my heels, dragging my tongue from the lowest portion of her pussy through her dripping slit and over her clit. When I eased back on my heels, I was positioned to do it all over again. I licked, probed, and drank. She flowed over and into me but never enough to slack my thirst. I rose up, over and over, stopping at the top to tease her clit. My neck was getting stiff but I ignored it. The next time I rose to engulf her clit, she grasped my head in both hands and held it there. She began to writhe beneath my mouth. I tried to pull back so that she wouldn't hurt herself against my teeth, but her grip was too fierce. I could feel her clit begin to spasm under my tongue. When I sucked on it, she pushed away from me, nearly falling. Her ass rested on the table but her hips continued to twitch. I pushed my way forward and grabbed the nub of her sex with my lips. Her hands pulled at my hair. A long slow shudder shook her body and then she was scrambling away from me, sliding back across the table. "Stop. Enough. Please." I took her hand and wiped my face on the palm then turned my head and began to lick her hand and fingers. A shaky, "Jesus" escaped from her panting body. I still had all my clothes on. - I near a side trail that cut inland to the road. If I take it and circle back to the small beach I will have run a long narrow oval just under two miles. If I continue to the next side trail it will be closer to five miles. I take a quick inventory of my body, no cramps, no aches, no blisters. I keep going. - I stepped between Ann's legs, and pulled her to me. I picked her up off the table and her legs wrapped around my hips. I remembered to grab the bag with the condoms and carried her the few steps to the mattress. I was careful when I sat her down. It was only a twin size mattress and if I stumbled she would have fallen into the wall. I got her down without mishap and knelt between her legs. I quickly unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down enough to free my erection. It sprang free and slapped against my belly, trailing an arc of precum through the air. Ann murmured low in her throat. Her left hand began to pull at her breast. I ripped open the box of Trojans and gold foil packets spilled onto the mattress. I tore one free and ripped the pouch open with my teeth and right hand as I rubbed my left over the head of my dick, smearing the crown with precum. I pressed the condom over the head and unrolled it. I shuffled forward on my knees as Ann pulled her legs up, both hands now pulling at her tits. The lowest button on my jeans was gouging into the underside of my sack but I didn't care. The condom was lubricated but I moved the head of my cock up and down between her still wet lips. This time I eased into her like I had been doing it all my life. I pressed and pushed until I could go no further. It wasn't deep enough. I wanted to fucking crawl inside her cunt. I pulled out completely and then pressed back in. Last night we had been slow, tentative, gentle in our touches. I remembered what she said about making love behind a bush, that behind a bush it isn't making love it is fucking. I realized that is what I wanted to do now. I wanted to fuck her, not in a controlling or cruel or degrading way but I wanted to fuck. I hooked my arms under her knees and pressed her legs back, lifting her ass. I started to fuck her. I pulled all the way out, wanting her to feel every inch of my cock as I plowed it into her. She let go of her breasts and braced her hands against the wall. Her breasts slid up and down her chest with each thrust. Every thrust forced a guttural sigh from her throat. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh reverberated through the room. Soon I was panting. Sweat dripped off my nose and landed on her belly. My jeans kept my balls from moving back. Every time I slammed into Ann, my balls were caught between the bottom of her ass and my jeans. The cost of fucking her was racking my own nuts. I cannot claim to have considered how Ann would feel about what I did next. I simply did it. I could feel my orgasm building. I pulled out of her and ripped the condom off, taking a fair chunk of my pubic hair with it. I leaned on one hand over her body and jerked my cock. I jerked myself as hard as I had been fucking her. The heel of my hand slammed into my balls and the resulting ache ricocheted throughout my body. I came in long trailing streamers of white. The first arched across her chest and struck her right cheek. The others laced across her belly and breasts. As my explosion dwindled, so did my strength and I collapsed on top of her. The jizz between us made it a simple matter to slide up her body and rest my head beside hers. - The cut off approaches and I take it without conscious thought. The cut off traces its way through palms and low stunted trees. It is stuffy under the tree cover and I begin to sweat in earnest. My body glides over hard packed sand dappled with light and shade and droplets of my sweat. - It took long minutes before I was able to catch my breath. If I tried to fuck like that these days I probably would end up in the hospital. Ann was rubbing one hand through my sweaty hair. "Am I too heavy?" I managed to whisper. "No, I like the way you feel lying on me. Don't go yet." "Sorry I came all over you like that. Did it bother you?" "No. If you had asked me before hand, 'pardon me Ann but might I ejaculate on your breasts' I probably would have said 'no' but in the heat of the moment it was fine, better than fine. I loved it. I liked seeing how much I turned you on. It was okay. It was hot, temperature hot not sexy hot. Well it was sexy hot, too. When it hit my cheek and boob I thought at first it had actually burned me." I remember how her hair tickled my nose. And again I remember just the way she smelled, her skin and hair. I believed I had started to doze when she whispered to me. "Take off your clothes and lay down with me." I shimmied off her and scooted to the edge of the mattress. I pulled my shoes off and tossed them toward the TV, afraid that they stunk. I slipped my jeans off. I took my shirt off last and rolled it into a soft ball. Twisting a little, I wiped gently across her chest and neck and belly. Most of the cum was dried but some of it came off. I swiped at my own chest and belly and laid down beside her. My arm slipped under her head as if it belonged there. She nestled close and through some post-coital miracle, arms and legs meshed with nary an awkward angle or protesting joint. Our noses were touching and we talked the afternoon away. I wish I could remember what we talked about. I know we did not talk of the future, or at least not the future beyond the coming fall. The shadows changed direction and advanced toward us and still we talked. - By the time I get back to the start of my loop I have a hitch in my side and I'm dripping sweat. I don't feel like changing again. I drop my bag in the sand and wade past the rocks and fall into the water. My skin is hot and the water is cold. - We must have slept, or at least I did. I woke when Ann sat up and stretched. Her arms were outstretched and her head was thrown back so that her dark hair disappeared into the shadow that had claimed the corner of the room. The line of the shadow cut across her arm and down the side of her breast. The breasts themselves glowed in the orange early evening light. Just one look and I felt my dick start to twitch. God, what I wouldn't give to be twenty-four again, better still have a twenty-four year old's cock but a forty-six year old's experience and wisdom. I rolled and threw my arms around her. My face was pressed against her back, my nose just above her ass crack. "Don't go. Let me cook you supper." Her hand found my arm. "I'm not leaving but I need to pee." "Okay but hurry back." "Vince?" "Yeah." "You have to let go of me before I can come back." "Nope. Pee in the bed." "Gross. Seriously, I'll be right back." I kissed the small of her back and then rolled over to watch the way her ass moved as she took the few steps into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet but didn't close the door. She sort of lifted up and opened her legs and suddenly a yellow stream arched from between her lips. I was stunned. Seeing the look on my face, she giggled and then swung the door closed with her foot. I was lying flat on my back, absent-mindedly pulling at my dick when the john flushed and she came out, still giggling. "Did I shock you?" "Yes. How utterly vile. I feel visually violated." "Really?" There was the faintest tone of uncertainty in her voice. I rolled onto my side, cradling my head in one hand. I casually began to trace patterns on her skin with my fingertip. I started with her belly but worked up to her cleavage and then over the tops of her breasts, avoiding her nipples for now. "No. Nothing about you is vile. But you did surprise me." "Good. Don't want you get all complacent on me right off the bat." I continued to draw random figures on her skin. Her stomach growled. "That's my cue," I whispered and climbed over her to get off the mattress. I started to the bathroom. "Hang on," Ann called as she scrambled to her feet. "I want to see." "Huh?" "Seriously. I want to watch you pee. I've never seen a guy pee. It's always fascinated me that you can do it standing up. It proves, that if God exists, He's male." Not knowing quite what to think, I raised the toilet rim. Ann wrapped her arms under mine and clasps her hands over my belly. Her breasts were crushed against my back. Between my embarrassment and the fact my dick is getting hard, at first I couldn't go. When my bladder finally did release, the flow is so sudden Ann jumped and began to chuckle. It seemed like it took forever. When I was done, I shook off. "How do you make sure the drops go in the bowl?" "I don't know. Practice. Ann this is kind of weird." "So is shoving your face half way into my twat when you get down to it." I had no argument for that. I washed my hands and crossed the small space and opened the fridge. "You can have fried bologna or cold bologna with mustard or without mustard." I picked up the cottage cheese. "And we have cottage." There was a green film on top of it. "Uh correction, we don't have cottage cheese." I looked at the counter. "Uh, we don't have bread either. I do have a beer we could split and there's a little bit of OJ left." I shrugged and added, "I was going to go to Kroger's today." I thought about asking her to go out to eat but I was flat broke. Then I remembered the wad of cash I had appropriated this morning. "Hang on," I called as I went into the bathroom and recovered the dirty jeans from the floor. I pulled the cash out and quickly counted it. I felt faint. It was over 500 bucks in fifties and twenties. "Whoa, Rockefeller where'd you get the dough." "From home." I had enough integrity to be appalled at how easily the lie slide off my tongue. "Graduation money, the last of my lab tech money." I turned to her with a grin. "And my sperm donation money." The last was true. Well mostly true. I did donate at the fertility clinic but that money was long gone. Ann gaped at me. "Swear to God. Twenty-five bucks cash per donation paid upon delivery. I could have made a lot more but most people want a donor who is taller than 5'10". "Where do you do it? How?" "I jerk off. They have little rooms at the clinic. You get a cup, you do in the room, peruse the porn collection (I didn't tell her I usually took the opportunity to look at the gay porn that was part of the offerings), hand the nice lady your little plastic cup, take your cash, and run." I grinned at her again. "So, between yesterday and today you cost me like a hundred, hundred and fifty bucks, easy." "Uh-huh. Right." Ann pulled on her shorts and slipped her shirt over her head. She folded her bra and panties and put them in the Walgreen's bag, along with one of the chain of gold packets. "You going out naked?" I shook my head and grabbed my jeans and shirt. I got dressed, shoved my feet into my sneakers, and joined her by the door. When I opened my arms, she stepped into them and we kissed. These weren't the desperate hungry kisses of earlier. They were soft and sweet and still had my cock throbbing in under a minute. "We should stop or," I suggested with a Groucho-esque waggle of my eyebrows. "We could get undressed and go lay back down." My idiot stomach growled, otherwise I think she might have agreed. - Normally, after my run I continue along the beach trial. The section between here and the resort has several exercise stations. This morning I decide to take a breather. I find a comfortable spot where the sun's light has cleared the trees and sit down to dry off first. - We stopped at a Chinese take out place. Since I had sprung for breakfast Ann said it was her treat before proceeding to embarrassed me by telling me, in front of the cashier and the line behind us, to deduct the amount from her sperm donation debt. Ann's roommate was gone. We ate sitting on the floor, MTV playing unheeded videos on the TV. I managed to work up a sweat worrying about all the garlic in the food, despite two bottles of PBR, not great but better than Coors. We each had a third beer as we chatted and gossiped about mutual friends. Ann loaned me her toothbrush. I still feel weird about that. True, as she put it, I had had my face shoved half way up her twat, but sharing a toothbrush seemed different. "So you change your mind about the condoms?" Ann asked as she put her toothbrush away. "No. It wasn't so bad. But I need to figure out how to get it off without yanking out a bunch of hair. The hair gets rolled up in the damn thing." Ann clapped her hands. I failed to see anything in what I said that should make her happy. Then she elucidated. "Let's shave you." Hot Tub Trio Ch. 09 I have posted the majority of this tale in the "Group Sex category. I don't wish to cause confusion but this chapter is almost entirely MM sex. For that reason I have posted in under "Gay Male" although there is just a touch of MMFF group sex at the end. Once again my thanks to LarryInSeattle for his help editing. As always any errors that remain are mine alone. Helpful feedback is always welcome. Enjoy. - The sun clears the treetops and its warmth tickles the water from my body. It is going to be hot. I don't want to stiffen up sitting here re-living events that feel as if they happened to someone else. If I sit here any longer I'll be stiff and depressed. I order myself to get up but the light dancing across the ocean is hypnotic. I smile remembering our pirouettes in Ann's tiny bathroom as we shaved each other's bodies, everything but the hair on our heads and my armpits. The look of outrage on the face of Ann's roommate when she found us naked in front of the TV flashes through my mind and I laugh out loud. No one is around and even if they were I don't care. I'm past worrying that people may think I'm a loon. I had not lied, technically, when I told Amy that Ann and I had never had a threesome. I never said we hadn't fuck in front of a third person. That is a different matter all together. I jog the rest of the trail, stopping at each station, my mind and body on autopilot. The fitness trail ends at the beach in front of the resort. The poolside bar is closed indicating that it's not yet 10:00 am. From the angle of the sun and the sparsely populated pool chairs, it is probably not even 9:00 am yet. I drop my dry bag on a chair, push my shoes off with my toes and wade into the pool. When the water reaches my waist, I dive under. I swim to the ledge below the higher pool. I sit and let the water cascade over my shoulders and the back of my head. I'm stalling. I hope to see Amy and Chad pad their way around the pool, heading to their own room. I'm too impatient to stall for long. I wander over to the pool locker room, strip and shower quickly using the effective, if not high end, body scrub dispensed from equally effective, if not high end, dispensers that dot the wall. I'm vaguely disappointed that I don't spot Kei poking around. He is surfing or just not working today. He is one of the islands endlessly supply of dudes who are on the downhill end of their thirties but content to work just enough to surf. Kei spends more time than is needed tidying up the shower room, at least when I'm the only one in it. Though signs entreat everyone to shower before entering the pool there is hardly ever anyone in here. Coming up from the beach, everyone rinses off under one of the showers that punctuate the sidewalk leading to the pool. Those in the pool simply return to their rooms. I've never seen anyone shower before entering the pool. The shower room and Kei are repeat players in my fantasy life. Alas, the fantasy will remain fantasy. The risk of getting walked in on is too high. I would never risk fucking around with him at the resort. I don't need the extra guilt of feeling I got him fired. Someone like Kei can always find work. He's had a couple decades to network, sitting atop his board, killing time and waiting for the next off the Richter wave. Not everyone saddling a board is a surf bum, some own bars or businesses or just need their yards mowed. Most are happy to lend a hand when a fellow surf addict is getting worked by life. Even so, I don't want to cause the guy any trouble. Besides I could be totally wrong about his checking me out - but I don't really believe so. Towels are NOT to be taken away from the pool area, according to yet another sign plastered to the wall. I do. I don't see what the big deal is. I bring them back in the afternoon when I come back down. I tuck a towel around my waist and swing by the pool chair to pick up my stuff. I pass Kei. Son of a bitch. I consider turning around, pretending I forgot to shampoo and get back in the shower. Maybe I'll even say something to him. Something like, "Forgot to wash my hair." I'll wag my head in faux disgust as I say it. It's not a bad idea. It's not a bad idea because it is so patently ridiculous. He'd have to be too fried to find his way to work in order to buy a weak ass excuse like that. He'd have to know I was coming on to him. But I would still have plenty of room for righteous indignation if I was wrong and he got pissy about it. I wait too long. He comes walking back through the covered walkway with a coil of green garden hose over his shoulder. I pick up my stuff. Nod. He nods and I make my way toward the stairs. When I open the door, Amy and Chad are milling around the living room, looking for scattered pieces of clothing. Amy has her top on but no bottoms, which I find distracting. Chad is still nude, also distracting. "Where you been?" Amy chirps. "I've never been walked out on by someone when I was at their place." I set the dry bag on the counter. As I enter the living room, I pull my towel away and pretend to dry my hair. "Didn't walk out. I went for my morning swim and run. Left a note." My cloaked head nods toward the table and the note pinned by a burly looking koa wood salt grinder. "You guys taking off?" It is Chad that answers. "Yeah. I want to get cleaned up and we have seriously depleted your towel supply bubba. Plus, I'm starving." I limit my reply to a nod as I let the towel drape across my shoulders. I'm not sure how I want to proceed. I'm not even sure I care how this proceeds. A nod is sufficient at this point. Amy locates her bikini bottom. I watch her wiggle her fantastic ass into the skimpy bit of fabric. Chad returns from the bedroom, board shorts in place. "It feels like we're leaving half our shit," Amy says as her eyes sweep the room. She looks at me, smiles. The smile seems genuine. "Oh well, I'm sure we'll see you around, just dump it in a corner and I can grab it later." I nod my agreement. She surprises me by rising up on her toes to kiss my cheek. She surprises me more when she lightly grabs my dick. "Don't forget condoms. You might need them." Chad contents himself with a "later dude" which does not irritate me as much as it normally would. When the door closes, I drop my towel on the table. I end up eating my egg and toast standing over the sink. I finish off the OJ, not bothering to dirty a glass, consider making coffee and decide not to. I brush my teeth, look at my computer and decide there is no realistic hope of salvaging anything from my Asia bet. I could check my email. I could surf the net for news or for porn. None of the those options sound interesting enough to be worth the time it would take to open the laptop and log on. I grab the dry bag off the counter and walk out onto the patio. I'm still naked. I pull out my shoes and slap the soles together over the railing, knocking the sand off them and drawing the attention of the early pool goers. Good. I drop my shoes and turn the dry bag inside out, shaking the sand out of it. I drape the bag upside down over an arm of one of the chairs. Grimacing at the clingy chill of my wet trunks, I pull them on, shove the key card for the room into the Velcro pocket, hug the mound of pool towels to my chest and head back down to the pool. Kei is behind the over grown kiosk that houses the pool toys for rent, beach shoes and sunscreen for sale and the towels for the pool. I dump my double armful of towels in the canvas hamper that sits there, already reeking of sunbaked chlorine. "You know you aren't suppose to remove the towels from the pool area sir." I think Kei is smiling. "Yeah, I know. I'm a bad boy. There not all mine though." "Oh, you had a par-tay, aye, a little PnP." I nodded. "Something like that." "You were out early this morning, cuz." "Couldn't sleep." What a lame conversation. "Must have been the weather. Water's all uneasy, murky, colder than normal. Kei nodded. "Great waves on the other side of the island, not here, not today anyway, choppy shit with bad breaks. No good. You surf?" "No, I respect the sport too much to embarrass it." Kei shook his head. "No cuz, that's all backwards. Wrong attitude. You need a real surfer to show you the way, not some paddlepuss instructor the resort hired." "Maybe. See ya." "No." Kei is openly smiling now. "At least not yet you haven't but I have seen you." He turns to the back of the kiosk, where it joins the pool maintenance building and walks through a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. He holds it ajar, peering through the crack. His eyes beckon me. I would not risk getting him fired on my own initiative. If he wants to risk getting canned that is his deal. The only question is do I want to deal with the hassle of getting busted on top of everything else? I had gotten to eat plenty of pussy last night but as far as cock was concerned I had settled for an amuse-bouche. I'll risk it. There is no door to the kiosk, just a gap where you can duck under the counter. I duck under and Kei opens the door for me. I enter. He closes the door and locks it. For the last sixteen hours or so I have been tangled with two very hot people and had yet to get off. I am in no mood for subtle. Kei sports the usual floral print shirt over khaki shorts and sandals that make up the typical resort worker uniform. I move in front of him and reach for his shorts. No belt. I unbutton the shorts and carefully pull the zipper down. His shorts fall to the floor. All this is done as I keep my eyes on his. I drop down over my heels. Kei is not wearing underwear. Despite the Asian stereotype he is not small. Maybe it is an illusion related to his small frame but to my eye he looks pretty damn big and he's uncut. Bingo. He is getting hard before my eyes. I love feeling a cock get hard in my mouth so I waste no time. I lean forward and use my right hand to guide his cock to my mouth. I take him whole, burying my nose in the dark thatch of his pubes and inhaling the musky smell of a man. I move my hand to his balls and mull them with my hand while my mouth mulls his cock. I pull back slowly. He is not hard yet. I let his dick fall from my mouth then, bending forward, I draw my tongue up the underside of his cock from scrotum to head. By the time my tongue is teasing his piss slit his cock is nearly rigid. I let it slide along my cheek and begin to flick his nuts with my tongue. His dick pulses in the cradle between my nose and cheek. I lean back and cradle his meat in my hand, eyeing it. I pull his foreskin back and expose the crown. I dart forward and circle the head of his cock with my tongue. I let my tongue rest on the V of his crown and pull the foreskin over his cockhead and my tongue. I swirl my tongue around between his cock and foreskin. Unlike last night, there is no potentially jealous woman making me feel like I should stop. So I don't. He's completely hard now and I slide my mouth back over his cock, deep throating it, loving the feel of it pulsing against the back of my throat. I make a dozen or so quick thrusts with my mouth, pulling on his foreskin with my lips before pushing my head forward and bouncing his magnificent hard cock off my tonsils. When I feel his hands on my head, I slow up. I'm anxious but not that anxious. I slip his dick out of my mouth and draw my lips up and down the side of his shaft. I press his cock against his belly and suck one of his balls into my mouth, then the other. I consider turning him around, having him spread his hands high on the wall and arch his back so I can spread him with my hands and fuck his ass with my tongue. If I do, I'll want to fuck him with my cock and I'm not ready to do that yet. I would love to fuck Kei in the ass but since I first saw them I have wanted to fuck Chad's ass while his pert gorgeous little fiancé watches. Or fuck his pert gorgeous little fiancé's ass while her hot stud fiancé watches. I'm flexible that way. If they don't come back over tonight I'll track down Kei in the morning and unload in his ass or his mouth, or all over my chest and belly if that is what he prefers. I'm flexible that way as well. If I'm not going to fuck him with my tongue or my cock then I'd better get down to sucking him off. I let his balls slip out my mouth, grab his ass with both hands, raise my head and lower my mouth over his cock. I gobble him with long full fast strokes, pressing my tongue hard against the underside of his cock as I withdraw. At first Kei is passive, content to let me do all the work. As his excitement builds, he pushes his hips forward to meet my plunging mouth. I am content to swap roles, to let him take charge. I am a passive orifice now, a mouth, a hole to be fucked. Only my body is passive. My brain is on fire. I want this. I want Kei to fuck my mouth, gag me with his cock and fill my mouth and throat with hot jizz. I find myself hoping he hasn't been with anyone for a while. I want a big load not a brief little fizzle. I have too much experience for even Kei's healthy cock to make me gag but as he continues to use my mouth as a cunt it fills with spit. I let it flow out of my mouth and over my chin. If my friend Rick were videoing this (like I would let anyone video me), streamers of spit would stretch from my chin, reaching for the growing pool between my knees and Kei's feet. At some point the strand would snap, part would fall to the ground, part would bungee cord back toward my chin. Kei grabs my head and pushes deep into my mouth. I feel his body stiffen and suddenly I want him to cum on my face but his hands grip my head. Before I can pull away my mouth fill with the indescribable taste of hot cum. I pull back so that the head of his cock is just inside my mouth, relishing the feel of his cum hitting the roof of my mouth and tongue. I don't swallow. I hold his load in my mouth, as his hips shake under my hands. When he stills, I slowly withdraw my mouth and let his cock slip free. When I'm sure I have his attention I open my mouth, letting him see his load pool over my tongue. I let a little leak out of the corner of my mouth before I swallow. I wipe it off my chin and lick my finger as he watches. I lower my head and scoop his softening cock back into my mouth, sucking gently, knowing how sensitive he'll be. I keep my lips pressed tight around his shaft as I slide my mouth back, milking every drop. I take his dick in my hand, ease the foreskin back and clean the crown with soft laps of my tongue. Satisfied, mostly anyway, I stand up and step closer, letting his wet cock rub against my leg. I tilt my head, offering but not forcing. He accepts the offer and we kiss. Kissing a guy is different, more forceful but not necessarily violent. The feel of another man's stubble against your lips adds another level of excitement, at least for men like me it does. I let his tongue enter my mouth, let him taste what is left of his load on my tongue and teeth. He tastes like spearmint gum. His hand squeezes my cock through my trunks. I enjoy the sensation for a few minutes then pull away, feeling stupid for saving myself for a moment that very well may not come. "You want me to suck you, cuz?" Kei's voice lulls in post-orgasmic softness. "I don't usually bottom but if we had more time maybe." I bend at the waist and give his cock one last slow suck before I stand. "Not today, Kei." I will never live here long enough to feel comfortable calling someone 'cuz'. "But I wouldn't mind getting together again sometime, not here though. I don't want to get you in trouble with your boss." Kei's face breaks into a grin. "Yeah this is probably not the smartest thing I've done this week." He shrugs. "You sure I can't return the favor?" I give him a long deep kiss. "Soon, maybe real soon." I learned long ago that looking suspicious is the easiest way to draw attention. I wait until Kei has his shorts up and fastened then open the door and walk out as if I have every right to be walking out a door marked EMPLOYEES ONLY. No one is around. I duck under the counter grab a clean towel and head for the pool. It is still early and I have no trouble finding a chair under one of the umbrellas. I stake my claim by tossing a towel on it and then step into the pool. The water's not cold but it is not yet bath water warm from the sun either. Perfect. The pool is not designed for swimming. I content myself with a few strokes under water and then find my spot on the ledge under the waterfall from the upper pool. I sit there, trying my best to think of nothing. I mostly succeed. When I find myself wondering why I like to be used in a way that is strikingly similar to the way the asshole in college used me, I duck my head backward under the water and let it wash the thoughts from my head. Water gets into my nose and I fight not to sputter. I suppose waterboarding myself to avoid wondering if I feel I deserve to be punished is pretty fucked up in its own right. Sage begins to roll the sides of the bar up. That means it is 10:00 am. I wade through the waist deep water and climb out of the pool and make my way to the bar, stopping only to push the water out of my hair. Sage greets me with a nod. "Coffee?" I shake my head. "Blood Mary." He raises an eyebrow but mixes the drink. It is a shitty premix. "You got any Tabasco?" He reaches under the bar and hands me a bottle without speaking. I sprinkle a few dashes into the drink and mix it with my finger as I tell him thanks. I start to turn but stop. "Any rule against getting two drinks at a time?" He hesitates. "Not if you don't mind telling me that one is for a friend." "Could you make one for my friend, too?" He nods. He adds the Tabasco himself. "Once the suit types start to wander around you really will need to have a friend," he tells me with a look of apology in his eye. "Not a problem. Thanks." I drink the first in a couple of gulps, drop the second into the now empty plastic cup and stretch out on the lounge chair. I take a few sips and then set it on the table. I watch the pool begin to fill and drift off. - "Hey sleepyhead can I join you?" I crack one eye but know before I do exactly how Amy will be smiling. I don't trust her, not completely. Or perhaps I don't trust the fact that she is alone. I rise up on my elbows. She is not actually alone. Chad is at the bar. "Sure, share the shade. It's an island rule." Her smile doesn't change. She pulls a chair next to the table and sits. She glances over her shoulder. Chad is still standing at the bar, waiting his turn. "I want to ask you a favor, Vince." I nod, thinking, "Here it comes." "I'm freaking out a little. The sex was totally beast but when I think about you and Chad I get all twisted and spazzy inside." "Well yeah. Who wouldn't unless you were looking for a bi boyfriend?" She frowns. "I wasn't." She looks over her shoulder. "I love him though." "Then you'll figure out a way to make it work. Don't sweat it kid. You're on vacation." "Sure, don't sweat it," she sighs. "You didn't make it work, you and Ann." I open my mouth and then close it. I spilled enough guts last night. Chad turns, looking for Amy, two bottles of beer in his hands. She speaks quickly. "Please don't do anything with Chad unless I'm there. Okay? Please?" "Of course kid. I promise." Goddammit. I hate promises. It always seems to me I'm the only one to take promises seriously. "I didn't know you were down here. I would have grabbed you a beer," Chad says as he pulls a chair over. The sun is climbing. There is barely enough shade under the canopy for the three of us. My feet are in the sun. I sit up and straddle the chaise. Hot Tub Trio Ch. 09 I reach for my Bloody Mary and lift it in greeting. "I'm good. Thanks." No one speaks. We sit, not looking at each other and sip our drinks. I finish mine and stand up. "I think I'll get cleaned up and grab some lunch. See ya around." Amy looks at me. "You mentioned a place we can skinny dip. Can you take us?" I can tell by the look on Chad's face this is news to him. I consider if I want to continue on this path then nod. "Meet me at my room in a half hour. I'm starving." A half hour later they push open my door, loaded down with backpacks and towels. I grab a baseball cap and hand it to Amy. "You'll need this." She takes it without saying a word. No one speaks as we wind down the stairs to the garage. I have enough money. I no longer feel the need to advertise it with expensive cars. Besides I'd never take my M6 over half the roads on the island. To get to the best spots you need a real 4X4, not some sissy SUV. I keep a beat up, but well-maintained Jeep Wrangler on the island. I don't care if the seats get wet or how much sand gets in the floor mats because there aren't any floor mats. I rarely bother with the top, thus Amy's need for the cap. We stow our gear in the back and climb in. Amy takes shotgun without calling it. Chad does not seem to mind. "Anyone need a minute to put on sunscreen? Between the sun and wind you'll be crisp around the edges before we get there." "Nope," Amy chirps. "We coated each other before we came over." "You got plenty with you? If not, we can get some at the store." From the back Chad answers, "No we're good." I nodded, "Okay, buckle up. Once we leave the blacktop, the road goes to shit in a hurry." I stop at the out-of-the-way grocery the locals use. The very round and very old woman at the register doesn't bat an eye at the 18-pack of Trojans and gallon of water. I wedge my purchases between the backpacks and climb in. The restaurant is another local spot I found a few years ago. A sense of unease settles over us or at least over me. With the top off, the wind in the Jeep is too loud for conversation. We're alone with our thoughts and I wonder if Amy, Chad or both are having third or even fourth thoughts about this little outing. Nervous or not, we are all hungry. We get a huge platter of fish tacos and a bucket of Longboard Blonde beers. The tacos come with a bowl of rice and black beans. Chad and I try to show each other up by seeing which of us adds the most Hawaiian hot sauce. I am grateful he does not reach for the Raging Volcano. I tried it once. That was enough. We hardly speak as we eat. Chad wants to get the check and I let him. The sun is almost directly overhead as we climb back into the Jeep. It is only a mile or so before I take an unmarked road that leads to the beach. It winds through what used to be a sugar cane field. There are no trees and the combination of hot sauce, beer, fish, sun and butt breaking road forces my mind to concentrate on not puking rather than on conversation. The 'parking' area is only a couple of miles in but the road is so bad we are barely idling along and the minutes drag by slowly. I park and my companions look happy to climb out of the Jeep. I pull the plastic tab off the water bottle and take a long drink, then pass it around. "Drink up. I'll leave it in the Jeep. Seems like every time I come back I've run out of water and kick myself in the ass for not bringing more. It is about a two-mile walk to the beach. Only a few locals go there. Not really locals but mainlanders who've been here awhile. The native-born frown on nudity, residual fuckery courtesy of the missionaries. The waves are shit so we don't have to compete with the surfers. When you approach the beach it looks like all lava boulders but push on and there are plenty of little nooks with room to relax." As I'm talking, Amy and Chad are putting on their backpacks. I shove the condoms into mine and then settle the pack on my shoulders and head toward the path. From the road, the bushes are dense which hides the trail. It isn't until you push pass them that you can make out the trail and that's assuming you know where to push through the bushes. I take the lead. It is marginally cooler under the trees but stuffy. "The little cove is nice for snorkeling. There's more fish than you'd expect. It's protected enough that I've never seen, or heard of, a riptide there but they can happen anywhere so be careful." I stop and turn toward the couple. "You can swim can't you?" They both nod. "You have to remember not to panic, as trite as that sounds. I got caught in one once and it scared the shit out of me and I am a pretty good swimmer. You can't swim against it, even if you are a great swimmer, so don't try. Swim perpendicular to it. They are usually pretty narrow bands. Once you swim out of it, you can angle back to the beach. In a pinch you could swim for the rocks but you'd risk getting beat up on the rocks." Neither of them responds and once more the conversation dies. The path is overgrown. That's good. It means there haven't been a lot of people coming this way. That's bad because it slows us down. It is forty minutes before we hear the ocean. When we break out of the trees the sun is behind the clouds. The water still looks murkier and greyer than usual. We catch our breath and enjoy the sight and smell of the water. "It will be easier if we stick close to the trees. The fucking brush sucks but clambering over the rocks is no fun either. The tide is out. They'll be slippery and it is a long walk carrying someone with a busted ankle." I worry that I sound like a know-it-all or worse their fucking father and vow to just shut up. We make our way above the rocks. I spot one other couple sunbathing, a guy and a woman. I am secretly relieved. This really isn't a gay hang out, or not totally, and I don't want them thinking I've brought them to one. We come to what seems the end. A large vertical outcropping blocks our way. I motion to Amy and Chad and they follow as I crab my way up the rock, using the small trees that have taken root for handholds. I reach the top and move out of the way, then turn and kneel gingerly on the jagged rocks. I hold out a hand to Amy. She takes it but more as a courtesy I think. She moves to the top with little effort. Chad follows. The view is terrific. On the far side, the waves crash against the outcropping in an endless effort to shatter it. There are a few sandy spots beyond but you would need a boat to get to them. On the side we came from, you can see the cove laid out. I immediately spot a sea turtle gliding along. A little further back, the couple are wrapped around each other. I don't think we need to worry about them for the moment. I turn to my acquaintances. "What do you think?" Amy beams. "Sick Vince, really sick.' From her tone I surmise that "sick" is a good thing. Chad settles for "gorgeous". I point to a wide crescent of sand between the outcropping we stand on and several large boulders buttressed by the brown sand. "That's my favorite spot and it looks like we have it to ourselves." I turn and carefully climb back down the rock. At the bottom, I don't turn to offer a hand. I remind myself I'm not their fucking father. I set my pack atop one of the taller rocks, well back from the water. If it falls it will fall into the sand. I pulled out an extra long beach towel and flip it out over the sand. I drop the bottle of sunscreen on top of it and peel my shirt off over my head and stuff it into my pack. I untie my trunks and step out of them. I lay them beside the pack. I retrieve the sunscreen and, starting with my arms, very carefully begin to cover my body with lotion. I have had years to perfect the art of putting lotion on my own back so I do not request assistance. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Chad and Amy have spread their blankets, ones from the resort I notice, and undressed. I watch without being too direct as they slather sunscreen over each other. Chad pays special attention to Amy's breasts and nipples, a fact both his cock and mine take notice of. She squirts a palmful of lotion onto her hand and begins to rub it over Chad's cock and balls. I do the same, to myself not to Chad as much as I would like to. She hands him the bottle and turns. She is facing me as Chad covers her back and butt. She smiles. I try to smile back. I pad over the hot sand and sigh with relief when the cool water rushes over my feet. I stand and enjoy the vertiginous feeling of watching the water foam away from me and pull the sand from under my feet. I wade out a little further and duck into the next swell. The waves here are never big. Today they would shame a large Midwest lake. I don't have my snorkel or mask but sidestroke over to where I had seen the turtle. I duck my head under to look for him, knowing that without my mask I won't be able to see anything. I don't. I move to the deeper part of the cove and float on my back, squinting against the sun. I let the ocean roll under me and try to relax into the larger rhythms of the world. I hear a gasped "it's cold" from Amy and Chad's "it's easier if you just go under." I small splash leads me to believe he has taken his own advice. This is followed by a soft girlish voice chanting "one, two, three" and another splash. I can't help smiling. About to be married or not, twenty-something or not, she is still a kid in some ways. Before I can wonder if that fact should give me pause, Chad surfaces close by. I stay on my back, loving the way the sun causes part of my dick to feel hot while the water lapping over my body makes part of it feel cold. "Beautiful spot Vince. Thanks for bringing us here." Chad's voice is level with no suspicious undercurrents that I can hear. I put my feet down. The water is only chest deep. "It is a nice spot, one of my favorites, maybe the favorite." He nodded. "Ever bring anyone else here?" Is he asking me if I have brought other fuck buddies here or if I ever brought Ann here? It doesn't matter. The answer is the same. "No." Amy dog paddles over to us. I wonder if she lied about being able to swim. When she stands, the water is up to her chin. She has to tilt her head back in order to breath. Chad takes her hand and pulls her over to him. She half floats in a sitting position with her arms wrapped around his neck. He kisses her. "Hi, Am," he whispers against the side of her face as she rests it on his chest. "Hi yourself," she whispers back and uses one hand to pull his head back to her mouth. She grabs his tongue with her teeth and gently pulls it out of his mouth. When she lets it go, he playfully snaps at her nose, then kisses the tip instead and she giggles. From where I'm standing I can see his cock begin to rise. The shimmering water makes it look like an undulating snake swimming toward her ass. My own cock starts to feel full. Watching their playful kisses makes me feel more like an interloper than I have at any point since meeting them. The signals instructing my body to move have not made it to my legs yet when Amy raises her head to look at me. "What are you doing over there? Come here." She takes one arm from Chad's neck and stretches it open for me. Her breast rides the ocean swells. The water's edge rides over her nipple, making it undulate just like Chad's cock. When I step to her side, she throws her arm around my neck. One of my hands meets Chad's on her back. Our other hands rest under the back of her thighs. We hold her in a half-assed two-man fireman's carry but she is so buoyant it takes next to nothing to support her. She uses the hand on my shoulder to pull my head toward her. When our mouths meet she forces her tongue into my mouth. I taste beer and the lime she had used on her tacos. I mimic her and nip at her tongue with my teeth and she growls in my mouth. She withdraws her tongue and mine follows. She is an amazing kisser. Last night, my mouth had nearly gotten its fill of her cunt but not her mouth. I pull at her lips with my teeth - first her upper and then her lower. I push the tip of my tongue against her and start a shoving match. I don't care who wins, my tongue in her mouth, her tongue in my mouth, it is all good as far as I am concerned. Our bodies shift and Amy moans. I open one eye and see that Chad has begun to kiss the side of her neck and behind her ear. She breaks our kiss and turns to her fiancé. I wonder if they always do so much open mouth kissing or is it for my benefit? I watch their tongues dance together with pleasure. They are a hot couple. I'd be happy to simply watch them fuck while I jerked off but doing more than watch is better. Amy's hand pushes against the side of my head, pulling it toward her neck. Instead of kissing her I lick the salt water off her shoulder and up her neck. I nuzzle the lobe of her ear and kiss along her cheek. She turns her head slightly and I'm kissing her mouth. Her hand continues to press against my head. I slip my tongue into the corner of her mouth. I feel her tongue. And I feel Chad's. Amy's hand presses harder, urging me forward. My lips are kissing hers but my cheek is pressed against Chad's and my lips touch his as well as Amy's. Amy throws her head back and suddenly it is Chad's tongue in my mouth not Amy's. She maintains the pressure on my head and I assume this is what she wants, to watch her fiancé and I kissing. I shave because the best I can manage is a scraggly beard. Chad has not shaved since he arrived and the stubble on his upper lip scratches. That is fucking hot. As much as I want to suck on that lip and his tongue, I pull back a little. I want Amy to see me suck on her fiancé's tongue and he mine. I reach under Amy's bottom. It's a strain but I'm able to wrap my fingertips around Chad's cock. My arm rubs against her ass as I stroke his cock. Chad works his hand further under her legs but he doesn't reach for my cock, instead he wiggles his fingers between her legs and begins to tease her pussy from below. My cock is out of reach so I satisfy myself with Chad's mouth. Amy breaks in on our kiss, pushing her face between us. She kisses Chad, then me, followed by Chad and I kissing, a veritable ring-around-the-rosy of lips and tongues. Amy jerks upright, kicking her feet and squealing. "What's wrong?" Chad asks, pulling his hand from between her legs and swinging her to his body. She keeps one hand around my neck. Chad's cock escapes my grasp. "Something was tickling my feet," she gushes, eyes scanning the water. "Hold still," I tell her and reach to hold onto her leg. "Watch." In a moment, tiny fish begin to dart in to nibble at her feet and between her toes. She giggles. "It tickles." "I forget what they are called but apparently they make a great living defoliant. They only eat dead skin." She frowns. "That's sort of gross. What if one of them swims into my...you know." "Shy all of a sudden Am," Chad teases. "Can't say pussy anymore or cunt. I thought you hated that word but I'm pretty sure you used it a couple of times last night." Amy arches her back and slides under the water. She comes up a few feet away, able to stand. She leans back and dips her hair in the water and wipes the water from her face. "I don't like cunt when it refers to a person, especially a woman. If you are talking about a vagina you can call it a cunt if want." "You know Shakespeare used 'cunt' in a play," I offer, ever the fucking nerd. They stare at me. Fuck, I see no option but to plow ahead. "In Twelfth Night, Malvolio is reading a letter he thinks is from his secret love. He is checking the handwriting and says 'these be her very C's, her U's and her T's'." "I don't get it," Chad says with a puzzled look, but Amy giggles. "C, U, and T. You slur the 'and' into 'n' and you have C-U-N-T. Get it?" Chad looks unconvinced. "Are you sure?" He shoots at me. "Yup," I reply firmly. "And he coined the phrase 'making the beast with two backs' in Othello and refer to vaginas as 'venus' glove' 'bird's nest' and 'box unseen' but my favorite is 'nest of spicery' and the most disgusting is 'withered pear'." "What a randy old fucker," Amy states in amazement. "How come they don't teach that in school." I snort in disgust. "What do they teach in school?" My cock and I are getting perturbed even though I'm the one that veered us off into a discussion of literature and the failings of modern education. The sun is blazing on the back of my neck. I've managed a bit of kissing and a bit of fondling but beyond that I've gotten fuck all out of the afternoon. I duck beneath the slothful waves and swim for shore. I push the water off my body with swipes of my hand. I grab one of my bottles of water from my pack and down it in one long pull. My towel is in the shade so I skip the sunscreen and sit down. The sun is no longer behind the clouds and the glare is fierce. I can barely make out Amy and Chad though they are no more than twenty or thirty feet from me. I am fairly certain she has her legs around his waist and I wonder if he is fucking her. They are easily in view of the couple we spotted earlier. Then again so were the three of us. That added spice to our activities. I pull lazily at my cock. Saltwater is not the most conducive liquid when it comes to stroking your dick. I'm getting more and more disgusted by the moment. I have no idea what the fuck I was thinking. I should have told them no. I correct myself. No, what I should have done was rammed my cock up Kei's ass and filled him with a day's worth of built-up cum. I have almost convinced myself to be in a shitty mood when Amy and Chad come trotting out of the water. Like me they each grab a bottle of water first. Amy lowers her bottle and looks at me quizzically. "Why did you get out?" I shrugged. "Hot. Now that the clouds are gone the sun is intense." I nod at the water in her hand. "Plus, I was thirsty." "Is there room in the shade?" She asks with a smile. "I hear it is one of the rules of the islands 'always share the shade'." I nod. "Of course, bring your towels over. We'll have to snuggle but we have some practice in that regard." Amy lays one towel beside mine and then lays the other at the end, perpendicular to the other two. She sits at the end. The only place for Chad to sit is beside me. "Interesting," I think to myself. Amy sits with her legs crossed in a lotus position offering us a perfect view of her pussy. "So," she starts. "I was thinking on the way over here what it was that I thought we should do and what did I want to do. Vince is right. When I first noticed him, I thought I would let him watch Chad fuck me or maybe let him watch me suck Chad off. I didn't expect he'd come on so strong." She pauses. "And I never dreamed he would want to suck Chad's dick. If I had, I would have never dreamed Chad would want him to." Chad's mouth opens but Amy lifts the fingers of her right hand off her knee and he stays silent. "That's not true," she says more to herself than us. "I was shocked he did but not surprised. After I recovered my first thought was: 'Lucy was right. He's gay'." Once more Chad opens his mouth and is stilled by Amy's hand. "It's okay," Amy continues. "I think it's okay. What I was thinking between bounces in the Jeep is that I don't know what it is you want, what you really want." She is speaking to Chad now. Once again I'm an interloper. "I mean are the things you can't imagine living the rest of your life without doing?" Again Chad starts to speak. Amy cuts him off. "I know you'll say there is nothing you can't live without but I don't believe that. If I suddenly decided we should be celibate, never have sex with each other or anyone else and join some cult, could you live with that?" Hot Tub Trio Ch. 09 She shakes her head answering for him, which to my mind wasn't quite fair. "I know you'd like to believe you'd stick with me through thick and thin but could you really do that? I know you would try to save me from the cult or from whatever but could you really live the next fifty or sixty years without being intimate with anyone?" Chad remains silent. "So, what is it you like doing with a guy? Does it have to be a guy? Like if you like fucking someone in the ass will my ass satisfy you?" She shakes her head softly. When she resumes her voice is wistful. "You love kissing me. I know you do. But a few minutes ago I could tell you loved kissing Vince, too. Is it that different? Last night I was thinking that the only thing a guy could offer you that I can't is a cock to suck but that's not true is it?" Chad's face has a confused sad expression I have never seen but have felt often enough. He doesn't speak. "Seriously what is it you like doing with a guy? I want you to do it with Vince. I want to watch. I want to know if what you want to do is something I can handle. If I can't," her voice trails off. "If I can't at least we'll know," she finishes in a strong voice. "I like going down on a guy." Chad's voice is dry and barely audible above the rustling of the trees and the lapping water. "I thought it was hot when Vince ate you after I came. It was almost as hot when I ate your pussy this morning after I came. Part of me is turned on by the idea of eating some other guy's load out of your pussy. In a way, it would be the best of both worlds. But," he stresses the final word in a hard flat voice, "it isn't safe to let some guy fuck you without a condom so we aren't doing that." Amy's look is frankly curious. "When it comes to anal, do you like doing it or having it done to you?" "Both." Chad's voice is quiet again. "I've thought of asking you to fuck me with one of your dildos but I was afraid you'd freak out." "But would that be enough for you?" Amy asked. "You fuck my ass and I fuck yours. Would that do it? Or does it have to be another guy?" "What do you want me to say Am? What can you live with? If I say 'no, it's different with a guy. I'd like to do it with a man not a chunk of rubber' can you live with that? If you can't then I can only promise to do my best to live without it. I'm certainly not giving up on us over it. But if you say 'I don't mind if we fool around with another guy once in awhile' then, sure that would be fantastic." His voice hardens again and he looks Amy in the eye. "I'm not letting you turn this into a deal breaker. If you say all this has to stop. If you feel like anything more than me and you is too much for you then that is what it will be - just me and you." He shakes his head and once more, his face falls. "I can't promise it will work out but I can promise I will try my best." Amy sits quietly for a few minutes. The sound of the wind and the water and the whispery touch of the wind would be soothing if not for the fact these two are debating their lives together. I tell myself again this is not my fault. I did not 'turn' Chad into a bisexual. I had nothing to do with Amy falling in love with him and I sure as shit didn't insert myself into the situation. That was all Amy. When she speaks her voice is steady. "My parents are divorced. Your parents are divorced. Vince is divorced. As far as I know, none of our parents is in the closet. Marriages fall apart for all kinds of reasons besides one of the partners being bi." "I'm not divorced." I kick myself for speaking. I had vowed to get a grip on this soul sharing shit. "You said you were." Amy replies. "Did I? Maybe I did. I wasn't expecting more than a couple hours of fun. I remember saying I was married and Ann is clearly not with me but I don't remember saying I was divorced." Neither of them responds and I offer nothing more, at least concerning my wife. "I'm sorry I started all this." With one finger I draw a circle in the air that encompasses the three of us. "Not the hooking up part. That," I nod at Amy, "was your doing. I'm sorry I took a chance and started messing around with Chad. It isn't perfect but there is something to gaydar or bidar. It really isn't anything more than paying attention. I thought I caught a few glances from Chad. But, and this is what I feel bad about, it was also pretty clear he had not talked to you about it. " Amy shakes her head. "Don't be sorry. The only thing I'm pissed at Chad about, at least at the moment, is that he wasn't going to tell me. I'm sure he had convinced himself it was irrelevant. Guys are so fucking stupid sometimes." She turns to Chad and her voice is edged with anger. "Even if you were right and never so much as looked at another guy the rest of your life. By the way, apparently you were looking at Vince enough to tip him off. But even if you hadn't, how the fuck could you convince yourself that the fact you were attracted to guys was not relevant to our lives. Fucking moron." She takes a shuddery breath. "I decided last night I would believe you were going to tell me before we got married. Don't tell me different. I don't want to hear it. It'll only piss me off again." She squares her shoulders and glances at the two of us. "So, I have to admit last night was fun. I don't mean the two of you doing stuff to me. As Vince so self-righteously pointed out," she pauses to scowl at me, "we've had a threesome with another woman. Once I was able to separate being surprised from being pissed at myself for ignoring all the clues Chad really wasn't very good at hiding, I realized it was kind of hot watching someone else sucking his cock. I mean, you know, if didn't mind Lucy sucking his cock why should I mind Vince. So, I want to watch you two. I want Chad to do whatever it is he gets off on." "But I want you to be part of it," Chad insists as he reaches for his fiancé. She leans close enough for them to share a kiss then pulls away. "I might join in but first I want to watch." She touches his shoulder. "Go on." Amy pushes herself to her knees and scoots back until she is barely on one corner of the blanket. Chad seems unsure so I stand up and step beside him. I reach down with one hand and urge him to his feet. When he stands, I press my body to his and kiss him hard. I am fucking turned on. My mind has spun from worrying about my part in this mess to worrying about nothing except fucking somebody. I step back, opening a space so Amy can see our cocks. I turn him slightly, making sure she has the best view then begin to stroke his cock, willing it with my fingers to grow long and thick and hard. I don't plan to suck him though. Well, I plan to suck him but I'm not going to make him cum with my mouth. Amy wants to see what he likes? Fine, I'll show her. I'm going to fuck him. I'm going to put him on his knees, or lean him against the rocks and pound his ass. But as much as I want to, I'm not going to let myself cum doing that. I'm going to lay him on his back, push his knees against his chest and fuck him. Amy is going to grind her pussy into his mouth while she watches my cock stretch her fiancé's asshole. I'm still not going to cum. When it's time, I'm going to rip the condom off and straddle Chad's chest. He is going to watch me empty my balls into his fiancé's mouth and what she can't swallow is going to drip onto his face. That is how I am going to get my nut off. All this plays through my mind as I ream his mouth with my tongue. I lower my head and begin to suck and bite his nipple. I clamp onto one and pull. I pull hard, stretching it, making sure Amy can see how hard I bite it and how far I pull his nipple. I remember her mentioning a belt. Is he into that? I'm flexible that way. Chad's hand grips my head, not to push me away but to keep me close, keep my mouth and teeth and tongue on his nipple. I'm happy to oblige. His hand begins to work on my cock. It feels good so I let him as long as he doesn't go too fast. I know how I am going to cum and it won't be by his hand. The hand that is not stroking his cock has been pinching and twisting his other nipple. Amy can't see that from where she is sitting. I pull my head free of Chad's hand and glance at her. She is chewing on her lower lip while both hands knead her taut beautiful tits. Good. I being to bite and tug at his other nipple. I let go of Chad's cock and begin to pinch and pull at the other nipple. I hope Amy is taking notes. After a few minutes, I straighten up. Curious as to how he'll respond, I put my hands on top of his shoulders and push. There is the barest hint of resistance before he drops to his knees. I don't need to offer him my cock. His hands grasp the sides of my legs and his mouth flows over my cock. I turn my head slightly and look at Amy. Her hands continue to work at her breasts. She is flushed and it doesn't appear to be from anger. Good. Her fiancé knows how to suck a dick. I'll give him that. He doesn't use hands at first. He forces my cock into his throat, holds it there as he gives his head a little shake and then pulls back, wrapping his tongue around the shaft as he does. Nice touch. He repeats this motion several times before switching to what I call the 'head popping' maneuver. He slips the head of my cock in and out of his pursed lips repeatedly. He adds a hand. He strokes me with a twisting motion, moving his hand to my balls and tugging when he returns to deep throating me. God I'd love to fill this hot fucker's mouth with what, given all the excitement of the last day, has to be a huge load of hot watery cum. I'd love to but I know how I'm going to cum and it is not in his mouth. Time to get Amy involved. I caress the side of Chad's head as I turn to her. I'm pleased to see she has one hand working between her legs. "Come her sweetie," I ask as I beckon with my free hand. She hesitates and then rises. I hold out a hand and she takes it. I pull her to me. Her tit is hot against my arm, the nipple a tiny coal that burns my skin. I swallow her mouth with mine, violating her mouth with my unabashed tongue. I break the kiss and pull her hand from between her legs. Fuck she gets so wet. Her fingers don't glisten - they run. I suck at them greedily, savoring the taste of her cunt on my tongue. I move her wet hand to my balls and let her feel as I start to fuck her fiancé's mouth. I'm letting myself get carried away. I pull my cock out of Chad's mouth and take a slow breath, steadying myself, letting my excitement wane enough so that I can think straight. I bend and taste my own cock on Chad's tongue then stand straight. "Amy, can you grab the condoms out of my pack please?" She nods. I look at Chad. I open my eyes, questioning. I don't mind taking charge but I'm not into domination. If he doesn't want to I'm not going to push it. He nods. I'm not sure he knows what he's nodding to but we'll see. "On your hands and knees, bud." He does as I say. I kneel behind him aware that Amy has returned and is standing just behind me. I put my hands on either side of Chad's ass and spread his cheeks. His asshole constricts. It's tight and dark brown. I'm not the first visitor here. Like everything else, his ass is irritatingly perfect. Smooth, hairless, bumpless skin radiates away from his sphincter. The fucker doesn't even get razor burn. I spit and Amy gasps. A large wad of spit lands just above his hole and begins to flow over it. It's just spit not phlegm. A hunch over my legs and push my face into Chad's ass crack, spreading my saliva over the rough brown skin. He tastes salty from the sea and nothing else. I let my mouth fill with spit and paint it over his asshole with my tongue. He begins to push back against my mouth. I sense Amy moving closer. I roll my head slightly and look up. She is staring at her fiancé's ass. I keep my head turned so I don't block her view and curl my tongue over and around his ass. She's chewing her lip again. Keeping my head out of the way as much as I can, I stiffen my tongue and push. It takes a sec but he relaxes and the tip of my tongue penetrates him. The salty taste is replaced by a slightly more bitter tang, but it is hardly noticeable. Her fiancé moans "fuck yeah" into his arm and Amy's eyes brighten. I stand up and turn toward Amy. "You want to put the condom on me sweetie or should I?" Over her shoulder I see a couple standing on one of the smaller outcroppings. I glance down. Chad is looking in that direction as well. He turns his head to look at me. I shrug. Amy is busy opening a condom and does not notice. She drops the foil packet to the ground and reaches for my dick. She holds it steady with one hand and expertly unrolls the condom over my cock. I kiss her. I intended just a quick kiss but it turns into several minutes of passionate tongue wrestling. When I pull away, Chad is still on his hands and knees, head turned, watching us. I kneel behind him, one hand around the base of my cock. I lean forward, careful to keep my sheath tool from touching the towel; I don't want to get sand on the condom. I spit on his ass against and straighten. I turn and Amy has not moved. I motion for her to come over. "Kneel down by me sweetie." She does. "Help me spread his ass." She gives me a quick glance before putting both hands on the ass cheek closest to her. I steady myself by putting one hand on his other hip. I'm hard enough I don't need the help but I keep my other hand wrapped around the base of my cock. I touch the head of my dick against Chad's asshole and hold it there. I look at Amy. She's working her lip again. Her cheeks are red and a sheen of sweat glistens on her forehead. "You want me to do this? You want me to fuck your fiancé in the ass?" She nods. "Say it sweetie." "Yes," she whispers. "I want to watch you fuck him in the ass." I lean over and kiss her cheek. "Sweetie you are a treasure." She smiles at me but the look of concentration returns almost immediately. Her eyes are glued the spot where my cock threatens to violate her fiancé's body. I glance over and the couple on the rocks had moved closer. I begin to push against Chad's sphincter. There is the usual resistance at first, then the head of my cock penetrates him. He squeezes and it is my turn to groan. This fucker is hot. Jesus. I just hold still. I watch Amy's face as her eyes widen. Chad is pushing himself onto my cock. He's no longer leaning on his arms. He's on his hands, head thrown over his shoulders and back arched. "Fuck me, that feels so good," he cries and Amy jerks her head to look at her fiancé. His eyes are closed and now he is biting his lip. "You really like that?" She whispers. He opens his eyes and smiles at her. There is no reason to hide anything at this point. "Yeah baby. I like it. I love it Am. Don't you like feeling filled up by my cock. That's what this feels like to me. Being full, being stuffed, the pressure from his cock is already making my dick drip and I'm not even touching it." He lifts the arm next to her and twists his back. I lean to the side. I can only see the head of his cock but a long strand of shiny liquid stretches to the towel. He puts his hand back down on the towel and back arched, he growls at me over his shoulder. "Fuck me dude. I haven't had anything but my own fingers in my ass for over a year. This might be the last time so fuck me like you mean it." I slide out of him, all the way out and press back in. I slide in easy. I don't want to get to wild until I'm sure he's ready and relaxed enough to take it. He is. This time when I pull out I slam back in. My thighs smack against his legs and ass and the little hollow we are in begins to reverberate with the sound of flesh smacking flesh and the grunts forced from Chad's body. I see Amy reach beneath Chad's body. I try to visualize the way her hand looks as it scoops up his cock drool and uses it to lubricate her strokes. I look to my right. The couple has moved closer. Amy still hasn't seen them. I don't want her to freak out. "Amy," I pant, forced to slow in order to talk to her. "Don't sweat it but we have company. There's a dude and a chick watching us. You okay with that or should we take a break and ask them to leave?" Far from freaking out, she twists to look, shading her eyes with one hand. I can't fucking believe it when she motions for them to come over. For the moment at least they ignore her. She shrugs, tosses them a wave and turns to give me a conspiratorial wink. "What a couple of pussies," she giggles. I nod agreement. I'm getting close again. I slow and pull out of Chad's ass. "Don't stop dude." Chad groans. I see him reach between his legs. I swat his ass, a very friendly swat but I cup my hand so it sounds much harder than it is. "Uh uh big boy, hands off. Amy or I will take care of that. Why don't you roll over? I want to watch your face while I fuck you." I didn't really or at least not for long. In short order I hope his face is hidden in Amy's dripping pussy. He scoots away enough to roll over with out hitting either Amy or me with his foot then scoots back again as he pulls his knees to his chest and rolls his ass into the air for me. Amy moves closer kneeling perpendicular to us, knees resting against Chad's ribs. She leans over and they kiss. He puts a hand behind her head. She rests one hand on his belly. I stay where I am. This is their moment. I can wait. I fucking hate people who don't know how to be a good guest. She pulls away. He smiles at her. "I love you babe." "I know. I love you too." "Yeah yeah, how sweet. I'm all tingling inside." Amy jerks her head to look at me with a look of shock that fades to mild irritation when she sees my shit-eating grin. I push my luck. "If you love him so much why don't you jerk him off while I finish breaking in his backdoor?" "Always the romantic, eh Vince?" Chad smirks before a look of heat washes over his face. "You going to finish or what?" I jerk my hips forward. At first I'm afraid I've misjudged, my cock threatens to slide right over his asshole but I'm in luck and I'm able to bury myself in his ass. My pubis bounces against his ball sack. He hisses with pleasure. I see the female half of the couple from the rocks has joined us, or is at least openly watching from a much closer position. I nod at Amy, trying to get her attention but she doesn't notice. She's working her hand over Chad's seriously leaking cock. The ass pounding I'm giving him is squeezing the jizz out. She pushes against his left leg and he stretches his leg out along my side. It's a more awkward position but it lets Amy get her mouth to his cock. "Sit on his face sweetie. Let him eat your snatch if you're going to blow him." Amy does not bother to look at me. She simply swings a leg over Chad's chest and pushes her ass toward his face. I see his hands reach around to grab her thighs. I can see the top of his head begin to bob. "Is he eating your pussy or ass girl?" I'm starting to get seriously out of breath. I back it down a notch. I'm forcing myself to wait. This is too fucking hot to end before I have to. She lets his dick fall from her mouth, licks the head with a swirl of her tongue and answers. "Both but mostly my ass." A darker shadow falls over Amy's back. I turn and I'm surprised to see the woman from the rocks has come closer. She is closer to my age than Amy's or Chad's. "Am I disturbing you?" Her voice is melodious and very English. She could be one of the duchesses from 'Downton Abbey'. Amy once more let's Chad's cock slip from her lips. "No. I think we all kind of get off on being watched." She starts to turn and stops. A grin splits her face. "You want to help me suck my fiancé's cock? I love his cock." Hot Tub Trio One of Chad's hands left Amy's hair and moved to the nape of her neck. His hips began to move and soon water was sloshing out of the tub. Amy was still sucking his dick but the momentum had shifted. Chad was now fucking her mouth as much as he was getting blown. The shift in Chad's hand allowed Vince to see more of Amy's face. The last bit of red in the western sky was draining away into the sea. The lights around the pool area began to glow with their off yellow cast. The light was dim but Vince could see it reflected off Amy's eyes as her head moved up and down. Her eyes were on him. He step closer to the railing, out of the shadow. His cock was fully alive now, thrumming under his steady stroking rhythm. He matched his strokes to Chad's thrusts. Chad's body stiffened. He pulled away from Amy's mouth. One hand left her hair and began to pound his dick while the other hand held her head steady. Her mouth fell open but her eyes looked upward, watching Vince. She flinched and Vince knew Chad was shooting his load on her face. From up here and in the dim light it was impossible to see how much went in her mouth and how much on her face. ⬧ Vince began to stroke his cock faster, then paused. He wasn't sure why but he didn't want to cum yet. He was older not old, not yet anyway, but he didn't bounce back like a twenty year old. He wasn't down to only one good hard-on a day yet but it took him an hour or so to get back into the game. He was happy to have had a seat behind home plate but he didn't think the game was over yet. He was reading a lot into a distant look but he would bet a fair sum that the game would resume tomorrow. He gave one more almost more painful than pleasurable squeeze with his left hand then let go of his cock. He retrieved his beer. He glanced over his shoulder as he went back inside and saw Amy and Chad's backs as they climbed out of the tub. He tipped his beer in an unseen salute, then drained it. He absent-mindedly milked the pre-cum from his cock and licked his fingers as he walked into the galley kitchen to drop the bottle in the recycling. He turned and peered in the fridge as if expecting to find the meaning of life behind the cottage cheese. He didn't spot the meaning of life but he did spot another beer and grabbed it. He left the top spinning on the counter and headed for the bedroom. He had skipped supper. He was trying to decide whether it was worth putting on some porn and digging out his toys when there was a soft quick double tap at the door. "Can't be," he thought as he stepped quietly to the door. He didn't think the light was bright enough for them to be able to tell if he peek through the spyhole in the door. "Fuck me," he whispered under his breath. They stood staring at the door. Chad looking nonchalant, Amy with that goofy wide faced grin. She wiggled her fingers at the door. So much for his stealth. He started to close his robe but then tugged at his cock a few times, making sure it was relaxed and not nestled up in his pubes like a shy bird in a nest and opened the door. "Hey Vince. You let your cup." Amy gushed as he opened the door. She waved the tall plastic cup in her hand as if that explained why they were knocking on his door. If she was taken aback by his open robe she hide it well. She entered before he had a chance to step back. Standing there in the doorway she raised up on tippy toes and kissed him, her breasts pushed hard against his chest. Her thigh brushed his cock. She smelled of chlorine mostly. Her mouth tasted of cum. Tired of waiting Chad brushed past them. Intentional or not, Vince felt the dude's dick brush against his hip. Chad continued past them and into the galley kitchen. "Got anything to drink besides the stout?" he inquired as casually as if Vince and Amy were setting out chips, not sucking on each other's tongues. At the sound of Chad's voice Amy broke the kiss and stepped back. She pushed the door closed with one foot as her hands went to her back. She dropped her bikini top by the door. She hooked her thumbs and bent, pulling the bottoms off over her tanned thighs. In the same casual voice as her fiancé she spoke as she did so. "Yeah, no offense Vince but that stout stuff is kinda nasty. What else you got? Any chips or anything? I'm kinda hungry too." As she finished speaking she drop the bottoms by the door as well, still bent she leaned forward and took Vince's cock in her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the head a couple times, then stood up giggling. "Yummy but chips would be good too." Vince's head was spinning. He struggled to analyze the situation, figure out the right next move. He shrugged the robe off and tossed it over one of the bar stools. He wrapped one hand around the back of her head, not roughly but not too soft either, his thumb began to rub the side of her neck. He took a step and she was forced to lean against the door. He pressed his now hard cock into her belly as he forced his tongue between her lips. He waited until she began to respond to the kiss before stepping back. He gestured toward the living area. "Sure, come on in." He intoned in the same voice he would have used to say, "I'll see you and raise you a hundred" in Vegas, same stony face as well. His eyes never left her face, when it came to Amy and Chad, Amy was running the show, at least this show. Her smile never faltered, he'd give her that, but her pupils constricted. "Gotcha hot ass," he thought. She was irritated. "Aren't you happy we decide to pay a visit?" Amy chirped, smile undimmed. "Depends, I guess," Vince answer truthfully. "You youngsters here to play games or to fuck?" Out of the corner of his eye he saw Chad shift position. The kid looked interested for the first time rather than bored. Vince could sense no threat, at least not yet. He kept his eyes on Amy. Her smile widened and she chuckled but the smile did not reach her eyes. "Fucking can be a game." "Not the way I fuck," Vince growled. Turning he asked Chad, not Amy, "What do you like bud, scotch, Irish whiskey, vodka, tequila?" "Single malt?" Chad asked without hesitating. "Coming up." Ignoring Amy Vince walked into the kitchen. He had to pass Chad to get to the cabinet with the booze. Returning the boy's favor and brushing him with his cock would have been too obvious. Vince settled for a shoulder brush, reminding himself not to underestimated the boy, as he thought of him. Chad had seemed content to follow Amy's lead but he'd kept his cool and had asked the only important question, at least in Vincent's opinion, when it came to scotch. He told himself to quit thinking of Chad as the boy. He opened the cabinet and pulled down a bottle of Macallan 18, the select oak, hard to find. He took his time, hoping Chad noticed the bottle of Macallan 1939, not that he'd waste on these children. "Never had the '39. It as good as they say." Vince eyed Chad for a moment. Chad held his eye. "Oh yeah, but if you ask for it anything other than neat I'm fucking tossing you out on your ass." "Neat is fine." Vince set the bottle of 18 down, turned and pulled down the 1939. He had paid more for scotch but not a lot more and as far as he was concerned this was still the best. For the first time he glance back at Amy. The smile was not so big and Vince could tell she was irritated at not being the center of the drama. "Amy?" She made a face which was answer enough. Vince grabbed two glasses and pour a finger of the precious amber fluid into each. They picked up the glasses and swirled them. Vince waited, watching Chad. Chad held the glass under his nose and inhaled. "Oh man, right on." He whispered. Vince gave him a twitch of a smile, clink his glass and took a sip. Chad followed suit. When he lowered the glass he shook his head, a genuine look of sadness on his face. "Don't give me any more. I'll end up selling my car to buy a bottle." Vince shook his head, and bumped Chad on the shoulder with the hand that held his own glass. Amy in a snit served no purpose and Vince judged a snit wasn't far off. He turned to her, happy the smile was gone. "Amy what about you? Even if you think you don't like scotch you'd like this but plenty of other options." He waved toward the open cupboard. She still wasn't smiling but the impending snit slide off her face. She walked toward the breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the living area. The stools were leather otherwise Vince would have asked her to get a towel to sit on. "Got any limes? If you have limes make it tequila." Vince nodded. He reached in the cabinet and sat a bottle of Fortaleza on the counter and a third glass. "Chad, you sticking with scotch?" Vince nodded at the bottle of 18. "Yeah." Vince poured Chad another finger of the '39 before re-stoppering the bottle and returning it to the cabinet. When he turned back Chad was taking a tiny sip, a look of pleasure on his face. Fortune favors the bold. "You don't want to be the odd man out do you?" Vince ask as he knelt and pulled Chad's trunks down. Chad's cock was at eye level. He was uncut. Vince eyed it for a moment before rising. "Not at all," Chad replied in a level voice as he stepped out of the trunks. ⬧ Vince glanced at Amy as he opened the fridge. "No tequila without lime?" She shook her head. "Salt?" "Optional." Vince pulled two limes from the fridge, grabbed the cutting board and opened the drawer for a knife. As he did he nodded toward the bedroom. "You two smell like pool water. Shower would be tight for the two of you but the tub is plenty big for two. Go get cleaned up. I'll meet you with the drinks." Amy looked confused. She wanted her drink and her lime. The fact that this play had a new director had yet to jell for her. Chad raised his glass and Vince spoke to him. "No rush brother, sip it. I'll bring the Mac. Take your time." Chad nodded. He walked around Vince, his hip brushing against Vince's bare ass and held out his hand for Amy. "Bath sound fun babe. Come on." She slipped off the stool with an audible squeak and for the first time Chad grinned. Amy blushed. Vince simply called after them as they passed into his bedroom. "Towels and stuff in the closet by the tub." He rinsed the limes off in the sink, halved, quartered and then eighthed one, wondering if "eighthed" was a word. He heard the water running in the other room. He plopped the lime in a bowl, ground some salt into a smaller bowl, added some crackers, cheese, cheese knife, the glasses and booze to a tray. He'd overdone it; that was a pattern with him. He picked up the tray and carried it into his bedroom. Vince was able to set the tray on one corner of the tub deck. The trunks he had tossed into the tub were hanging over one of the empty towel bars and Vince was certain it was Chad, not Amy, who had taken the trouble to hang them instead of tossing them on the floor. Amy and Chad stood in the tub, though it had barely begun to fill. They were kissing. Vince approved and gave Chad another mark for realizing he needed to settle her down, bring her back in the game, maybe even let her take the lead again. While they kissed Vince poured a shot of tequila. He interrupted their kiss and handed Amy the glass. She looked surprised when he took her other hand. He brought it to his mouth and began to kiss her palm. He took one finger after another in his mouth and sucked gently. Then, looking her in the eye he slowly licked the back of her thumb then slowly sprinkled salt on the wet patch of skin. She stood staring at him as he turned and picking up a slice of lime held it out to her in his palm. "That the way you take it?" He asked, still using his poker voice. Vince and Chad both watched her with interest. She licked the back of her thumb, very slowly, slammed the tequila and took the lime from Vince. She clenched it between her teeth and sucked. She took the lime from her mouth, twisted a bit to lay it on the tray. "Uh-huh," she whisper then turned and stuck her tongue in Chad's mouth, her hands clutching at his head. Chad's dick, which had been standing at attention pretty much since Vince had pulled his trunks off, twitched. Vince, whose cock had dropped to half mast during his culinary diversion, tried not to hate him for being young enough to sport a blue steel boner less than twenty minutes after shooting a load over his future bride's face. A clear drop of fluid detached itself from the head and began to stretch toward the bath water. He waited. Chad broke the kiss and took another sip of scotch. His glass was nearly empty. Vince held up the bottle of 18 and raised one eyebrow in a silent question. "Later," Chad replied as he twisted to set the glass on the tub deck. "Amy?" She looked at Vince and winked as she shook her head no. The water was getting high enough. If they sat Vince didn't want the tub overflowing so he drained his own glass, walked past the two of them and twisted the taps, shutting off the water. When he turned Amy was on her knees, her mouth bobbing up and down on Chad's dick. Vince watched for a moment then moved the tray from the deck, setting it on the floor, hopefully out of the reach of any splashing. He stepped into the tub and sat on the deck, his feet on either side of Amy's ass. He picked up a washcloth, wet it, soaped it and began to softly wash her back, starting with her shoulders. He leaned forward as he did so, his face just behind her shoulder, watching her mouth work Chad's dick. He darted a glance at Chad, confirming that Chad's eyes watched him. He lowered his head to hide his smile and continued to wash Amy's back. When he had worked his way to the water line he scooted as far to one side as he could. He took her hand from Chad's dick, not even pretending to try to avoid touching it himself, and began to wash her arm. He washed her armpit on that side and began to wash her breasts, satisfied to her a stifled moan from her cock-filled mouth as the wash cloth circled her nipple. He stood and shifted to the back of the tub. He leaned over her back, letting his cock rub against her shoulder and washed the other arm, the other breast. The tub was wide enough for him to almost be able to kneel behind her but not quite long enough. His ass remained pressed against the back of the tub. He was able to reach around her waist and cupped her pussy with the wash cloth. He pushed it softly between the lips and worked it up and down. Soap was an irritant, he knew that. He draped the cloth over the side of the tub and used his hand to wash water over her pussy. His fingers parted her and made a few slow circles around her clit and was rewarded with another moan, a little louder this time. Vince pushed himself back up onto the edge of the tub, giving himself more room. He put one hand under Amy's ass and pushed, urging her up on her knees, off her heels. She did as Vince's hand directed, never removing her mouth from Chad's dick. Her one hand held Chad's dick while her mouth moved as far down as she could managed. Vince had not seen her use her hand to stroke Chad, she had yet to pull away and tongue his cock or balls. It was a fairly bland blow job, if any blow job could be so titled. "Youth has its disadvantages too, inexperience being prominent among them," Vincent silently reminded himself as he turn the soap over and over in his hands, working up a double handful of suds. Satisfied he let the soap fall into the tub and began to wash Amy's butt cheeks with his hands. He watched the side of her face as he did this. Her eyes remained closed but he saw a faint hitch in the motion of her head suggesting uncertainty. He'd go slow. He continued to massage her soapy ass until he felt her relax. His fingers slowly worked their way towards her crack. He looked a Chad and Chad gave a nearly imperceptible nod, or so Vince told himself. He worked the fingers of one hand into her crack. He felt her stop moving and simply let his fingers move up and down the surface of her ass crack, not really penetrating it. She took Chad's dick from her mouth and rested her face on his hip. Vince probed further until his fingers danced across the tight pucker of her asshole. He didn't attempt to go further than letting his fingers tickle her ass. In a few moments she began to move her hips and even push, very softly against his fingers. Vince sat back, moving his hand from her butt, and began to scoop up water and let it cascade down her back, rinsing her. "Ready for your hair?" She glanced over her shoulder. "Hair?" "Yeah, shampoo. I run a full service salon kiddo." "Uh, sure I guess." She started to sit back on her heels. "Want Chad to help?" She looked up at her fiancé. "Sure." ⬧ Chad still stood, dick irritatingly erect. Vince glanced at him. "Getting cold?" Chad shook his head no. "Let's get some less soapy water anyway." Vince remarked as he open the drain and water began to gurgle away. He leaned past the two, his shoulder resting against Chad's thigh and side against Amy, to reach the taps. He turned on both of them, practically hugging Chad's legs to reach the hot water tap. He splashed the water against the back of Chad's legs. "Too hot?" "Nah." Fortune and the bold and all that crap. "Actually, you've been a little ignored. Well, except for your dick, Amy seems to have keep an eye, so to speak, on it." Vince stepped out of the tub as he spoke, retrieving the washcloth from the side of the tub he bent, head between the two and groped for the soap. It took a couple of grabs before he got it. He wet the cloth under the running water and soaped it. Without speaking further he began to wash Chad's back, starting with the tops of his shoulders. He discreetly shot a glance at Amy who simply looked confused. Chad's face was impassive. Vince worked his way down to Chad's waist then moved to his chest, washing his chest and arms. He knelt them and washed his legs. He laid the cloth aside, soaped his hands and as if it was the most natural thing in the world began to wash Chad's ass cheeks. He stuck to the cheeks, then moved one hand around and without looking at Chad, took a breath and began to run his soapy hand over Chad's stiff dick. He heard Amy draw in a sharp breath. Chad's cock throbbed in his hand. Scrubbing at his crotch, careful to keep the soap off the head of Chad's prick, knowing how it burned, the fingers of Vince's other hand penetrated Chad's ass crack. Chad did not tense, if anything he relaxed and Vince's soapy fingers began to dance and play with Chad's asshole. Feeling how relaxed Chad was Vince was more forceful than he had been with Amy, pushing his fingers just inside Chad's sphincter but no further. The water level in the tub had reached an equilibrium. Vince motion for Chad to kneel. He did so and now he and his fiancé sat, knee to knee. The bewildered look was still on her face. "Help me rinse him." Vince spoke to her in a soft voice, as if afraid to startle her. He began to scoop up handfuls of water and let them run over Chad's chest and crotch. He did this a half a dozen times before Amy joined him. Vince sat back on his heels beside the tub. "All done except the shampoo. Might be quicker to do you both at the same time, if you could put your heads together." He looked at Amy as he spoke, trying to get her to smile. He raised an eyebrow at her and gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes toward Chad, whose lips twitched into a grin. Amy let out the breath she was holding and her smile looked more real than any Vince had yet to see from her. She leaned into Chad and they began to kiss. Vince cupped his hands and empty them over Amy's head. She giggled. He did the same for Chad and she giggled, eyes closed, tongue busy wrestling with her lover's. Hot Tub Trio "Okay, lovebirds keep your eyes closed and maybe no kissing for a moment. I don't think this high priced shampoo tastes very good." Chad rested his forehead against Amy's. Her eyes were scrunched tight. Chad risk a quick look and half smile at Vince then screwed his eyes closed. Feeling weirdly as if he were anointing them Vince began to rub shampoo into their hair. He quickly realized Amy's thick long hair was a two handed job. "Chad buddy, do me a favor. Rinse off and help me with Amy's hair. It's beautiful and thick and needs more attention than yours, no offense." "None taken". Chad twisted and rinse his head under the tap. "Water's starting to get cold. I'm going to let the tub fill now." Vince merely nodded. Chad twisted the cold tap to off and closed the drain. Amy had plenty of shampoo in her hair already. Chad scooted closer, one of his knees slide between hers and began to massage and knead her hair. As he did so Vince shifted to the back of her head. Chad's hands soon left her hair and began to massage and play with her breasts. Vince left her hair and joined him. It was Vince who spoke. "You have glorious breasts kiddo, Don't let anyone talk you into implants or anything remotely as stupid as that. They're perfect." "Told ya," Chad chuckled. "But do you listen? No." As if reading each other's minds both men began to scoop water over her head, rinsing her hair, rinsing her chest. Chad stopped long enough to shut the water off, even wide open the hot was beginning to run cold. While Chad was occupied, Vince used his thumbs to wipe the water from Amy's eyes. He leaned over the tub and kissed her, very softly, almost chastely, no tongue, just a pressing and holding of the lips. When he leaned back she opened her eyes and stared at him. Vince spoke first. "I know I said this was a full service salon kiddo but I might have exaggerated. You okay skipping the cream rinse? I'm afraid you'll start to get cold." She nodded and Vince grinned. He leaned back in, taking her face in his hands and kissing her again. He held the kiss this time and when he felt her lips relax he offered her his tongue. She accepted it. He did not try to match the fervor of her young lover. Instead his tongue did a languid exploration of her mouth, teasing her. He pulled away, giving her one more quick peck before rising and taking hold of her hand. "Let's get you out of there before you freeze." He glanced at Chad. "You too." ⬧ Vince stepped back to give them room. He held one of Amy's hands, Chad the other. Chad let her step out first then joined her on the fleecy bath mat. "Huddle up. You'll stay warmer." Vince directed. They did as he asked and shuffled toward each other, each with their hands clasped below their chins and elbows tucked into their sides. Vince shook his head. If it wasn't for Amy's beautiful tits and Chad's dick pointing skyward they really would look like a couple of kids. Well, he didn't mind playing dad for a little while longer. He threw a towel over Amy's shoulders then Chad's. "Sorry big guy ladies first." He voice by way of an apology as he took a third towel and began to dry Amy's mop of hair. Satisfied, he laid that towel aside and used the one over her shoulders to dry her back. He dried between her ass cheeks and then knelt to dry her legs. He worked his way up her front. He felt Chad lean in to kiss her but they broke the clench so Vince could dry her chest. Vince stepped back and smiled at her. "It's been a long time since I've brushed a woman's hair. I'm afraid I'll pull it. My brush and comb are right there. I promise there are no cooties or anything." Amy nodded and stepped to the sink, reaching for the brush. Chad began to towel dry his hair as Amy began to comb out her hair. Seeing her watch them in the mirror Vince took the towel from Chad and stepping behind him began to dry his back. He let Amy see him work his fingers and towel into Chad's ass crack. He watched Amy watch him. Her eyes shifted to her fiancé's face. Vince did not look at Chad. The guy was relaxed, Vince's fingers told him as much. He moved to dry his chest. His back was to Amy now; he couldn't see her, couldn't follow her reaction. His hands and the towel dropped and he ran the soft towel over Chad's dick. He applied a little more pressure and eased the foreskin back, wiping the head softly. As he knelt he risked a glance at the mirror. Amy was holding the comb against her cheek, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Her nipples were hard. Vince took that as a positive sign as he dried Chad's legs. Fortune. Bold. Keeping the towel against the back of Chad's thighs Vince pivoted slightly and before he could convince himself this was a bad idea, too soon, too aggressive, he took Chad's dick in his mouth and in one quick movement deep throated it. ⬧ He heard Amy gasp. "Jesus." Vince was paying as much attention to her as he could with his mouth and throat full of cock. She didn't sound pissed. He risk a glance. She had dropped the comb into the sink and turned to face them. He didn't risk a look at Chad. He'd not been shoved away, which told him most of what he needed to know. On the other hand Chad stood motionless. He didn't move his hips or his hands. He said nothing. Vince supposed Chad was waiting for Amy's response as much as he was. It was a lot for her to compute. Vince dropped the towel so he could rub his hands up Chad's legs, grab his ass. He locked eyes with Amy and slowly pulled his mouth off her fiancé's dick, pressing his tongue firmly against the soft under shaft. He pressed his lips over the head, snagging the foreskin and stretching it out and away from Chad's dick. Vince's heart had soared at his first sight of Chad's uncut meat. He appreciated uncut cock as much as natural tits. This was something else Amy had never thought to try. Her widening eyes told him that. Keeping his eyes on hers he eased forward again taking it all until his nose was bury in Chad's thick wiry pubes. Amy stepped closer, bent to look. "How the fuck do you do that? The whole thing? Jesus." She was not pissed, merely perplexed. Vince did a second slow motion withdrawal once more tugging at Chad's foreskin with his lips. He took one hand from Chad's ass and wrapped it around his dick, just behind the head. Using his hand to steady Chad's dick he slipped his tongue under the foreskin and made a slow circle around the head of his dick. He heard both Chad and Amy suck in a breath. Letting the cock slip from his lips he smiled at Amy. "Practice, just practice." "What the fuck? Are you gay?" Vince heard anger creeping into her voice and wondered if the question was solely aimed at him. "No kiddo. I know people say we don't exist but I'm bi. I love your breasts and your sweet looking pussy as much as I love Chad's cock. If you had come up here alone I would have been perfectly happy. Surprised and wondering if you thought you yanking some old dude's chain, which is what I think your were doing by the way, but I'd have been happy. If Chad found his way up here I'd have been happy again. Both of you dropping by, well that is unfucking believable, as long as it's clear I don't have a chain and if I did I wouldn't let it be yanked on." Amy looked uncomfortable. That was exactly what Vince intended, head off her anger, put her on the defensive. He risked a look at Chad. He stood there, expressionless, waiting to see how this played out before committing himself one way or the other. Vince made a note to never play poker with this kid. He stood as Amy turned to lean against the bathroom counter. He stepped close behind her, letting his erection slide up her back as he wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss and nibble her shoulders. He ran his tongue along the side of her neck and felt her shiver. He watched Chad in the mirror, saw him drop a hand to his dick. He caught Chad's eye he beckoned without taking his hands or his mouth from Amy. He moved to one side, making room for Chad. ⬧ Their hands meet on her ass as they kissed her shoulders and upper arms. Chad's other hand found her breast, and Vince's her pussy. Amy continued to lean on her hands, her head between down between her shoulders. She shivered again as Vince's fingers made their way between her lips and into the warm wetness of her excitement. "Oh kiddo, you are so fucking wet and hot." Vince whispered in her ear. He pulled his fingers from her. He could see her peeking in the mirror as he put the fingers in his mouth and began to lick them clean. "Tasty too." He put his hand between her legs again and worked his fingers in and out of her, feeling her hips start to move. When he pulled his hand away she groaned a little. Chad had been kissing her shoulder and kneading her breast as he watched Vince finger fuck his fiancé in the mirror. Vince held out his fingers. Chad did not hesitate. He darted his head forward and wrap his tongue around one of Vince's fingers and began to lick. It was Amy's turn to moan. When Vince returned his hand to her dripping cunt, Chad lowered his head and began to roll her nipple between his lip and tongue. Amy's hips began to buck against his hand and Vince pulled it away. "Not yet you gorgeous hot sexy woman. Not yet." He offered Amy his fingers. She hesitated. He ran one of the fingers over her lower lip. "You taste sweet as cold water on a hot day baby. You never tasted yourself? Go on kiddo. Way better than that pretentious over-priced scotch we were drinking. Way way better." She sucked his finger into her mouth. Vince nipped at her shoulder. Chad raised his head to kiss her check then his tongue joined Amy's. They licked and sucked at Vince's fingers together. When he pulled his hand away. Chad nuzzled at her neck. "Jesus, Am you are fucking incredible. You've always been the sexiest woman I've known but this is fucking wild." Vince felt her stiffen. Chad felt it as well because he pulled back, looking worried. Amy's voice was trembling. "You fucking wild about me? Or about him? You liked what he was doing to you didn't you?" Chad did not answer. "Have you let other guys do that?" Vince couldn't help the kid out of this one. His only play was silence. He did not take his hand off Amy's ass but he held it still. He felt for them. He really did. He and Amy waited for Chad's reply. "A couple of times, yeah." He finally whispered in a soft voice. "But it doesn't mean anything babe. Am, I love you. You know that." She didn't speak as tears spilled from her eyes and began to course over her cheeks. "Oh Am, don't". Vince stepped away and let Chad wrap the girl in his arms. He left them there, coming back only long enough to slip his heavy robe over the girl's shoulders. Hot Tub Tryst It was a warm summer evening, the type where the sun goes down and you just want to site outside for hours on end enjoying the stars. This particular night was a cloudless night, perfect for sitting in a hot tub enjoying some wine. Marina started up the hot tub and started walking inside to change into her bathing suit and to fill up her wine glass when her phone rang. Looking at it she recognized her friend Jiro calling her. "Hello," she answered. "Hey there, what are you up to tonight?" Jiro asked in reply. "I'm home alone for a change, about to go get more wine and sit in the hot tub. Want to join me?" "Sure, let me get ready and I'll be over in a bit." Hanging up Marina reached the inside of the house. Once inside, she put down her glass and headed toward the bedroom. Inside the bedroom, quickly reached her dresser and started digging through it, grabbing her swimsuit which is a modest two-piece with a floral print on it. Stripping out of her clothes, she tossed them into a pile on the floor and quickly stepped into the bikini bottoms, pulling them up over her shapely waist and adjusting it over her crotch so none of her pubic hair poked out the sides. She grabbed the top and put it around her neck, tying it in the back, adjusting her 32 F tits in the process to form some deep cleavage. She looked at her reflection in the floor length mirror with a critical eye. Her long brown hair hung down around her shoulders, resting at the top of her tits. As her eyes moved lower, she briefly paused at her breasts, she always thought that they were her best feature, her nipples lightly poking through her bathing suit top. Running her hands over her breasts caused her nipples to harden a bit. She moved her hands lower over her stomach and her eyes moved lower to her long legs. She was 5'11" tall and her legs showed every inch of her height beautifully.. As she was walking out of the bedroom, she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her waist. Walking into the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a fresh bottle of wine, using the corkscrew laying on the counter to open the bottle, she poured herself a glass of the sweet Riesling. As she was about to put the cork back on, she thought that Jiro might like some wine as well. Getting a second glass, she filled that one up as well and put the cork back halfway into the bottle. Tucking it under one arm, she picked up the two nearly full glasses and headed outside. Once outside she set the glasses and wine down on a table next to the hot tub and tested the water temperature. Satisfied that it was warm enough, she removed the towel and put it to the side before sliding into the water, feeling the warmth rush over her body gave her a tingling sensation. Sitting back she closed her eyes, enjoying the warm water soaking into her bikini and loosening up her joints. Reaching over to the table she grabbed her wine glass and took a sip, the wine warming her inside while the water warmed her outside. As she was relaxing, she heard Jiro drive up in his truck. The truck door was shut and she could hear his footsteps on the gravel, walking around the corner of the house and into the backyard. "Hi" Jiro called out. "Hello" Marina replied. "Is the water warm?" "Yep, it feels amazing." Jiro walked to the side of the hot tub and tested the temperature. Pulling his hand out, he dropped his towel to the side and reached to lift up his shirt, Marina's eyes wandering over his body as he removed his shirt. He had on red swim trunks and she could barely make out the bulge of his cock. Her eyes moved up to his stomach and she could tell that he was well fed. Her eyes followed his shirt as it went up, wandering to the necklace he wore made out of chain mail. As her eyes wandered to his hands, she started to feel a slight twinge in her pussy as she realized how big his hands were. She always wondered if the correlation between hand size and penis size was really a thing. Tossing his shirt onto his towel, Jiro stepped into the hot tub and laid back to relax. Letting out a sigh he closed his eyes for a bit but Marina didn't close her eyes and continued to move them over his body. She started looking at his neck and moving up over his jaw and lips. After a couple of minutes she offered him the second glass of wine. As they sat there drinking and chatting, it wasn't long before both of them started to get a little drunk, the bottle quickly becoming emptied and they sat there under the moonlight talking. As Jiro reached to put the glass back on the table, he stumbled in the hot tub and fell forward. Reaching out with his left hand to stop himself from falling too far, he accidentally grabbed Marina's left tit and tried to steady himself. Looking down, he realized where his hand was and in a nervous laugh he apologized and moved it off. Once he set his glass down, he sat back down only closer to Marina this time. Quickly the alcohol started to affect the direction of their conversations, especially after the inadvertent fondling. They started talking about the hot women at Jiro's work and the conversation moved onto a debate about breast size. "It's hard to gauge the size when they are always covered up. When they wear a bra and shirt, you start to lose an idea of how big her tits might be." Jiro said. "It's really not that hard once you figure it out" Marina replied. "How big do you think mine are?" Looking down Jiro started staring at her cleavage mesmerized. He moved his head around her tits to get a better look at them and noticed her nipple poking through the cloth. Sitting back up he said, "they probably are about a D cup." "Not even close, I'm an F." Marina replied with the sound of pride. "Well your swimsuit top is throwing me off. If they were just hanging free I would probably be a lot closer." Without thinking, Marina reached behind her and pulled the string, loosening her top. Then she brought her hands to her boobs, covering each one and slowly moved them up, taking the top with her. When she couldn't lift her tits anymore, they dropped free with a plop in the water, her nipples sticking out about a 1/4" from her boobs. From her nipples, milk started to drip out into the water, showing her excitement. "Now what size do you think I am?" Marina asked. Jiro couldn't take his eyes off of her tits. He felt a familiar hardening in his swimsuit as he started getting turned on. Marina's milk started to drip out quicker as she could tell her breasts were having an effect. Stammering Jiro said, without taking his eyes off, "Yeah I guess you are an F." Giggling Marina replied, "well I'm glad you approve." Jiro looked up and squirmed in his seat. Marina could see his left hand moving below the water to readjust himself. Watching his hand slid under the waistband of his swimsuit, she could see the outline of his cock and thinking, she moved her right hand to her breast, idly playing with her nipple causing more milk to flow out. "Are you having problems down there?" Marina asked with a smile. "The water seemed to have shrunk my swimsuit a bit." Jiro replied nervously. Suddenly on impulse, he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. He snaked his tongue over his lips and onto Marina's. She parted her mouth, welcoming him in. Savoring the taste of the wine and her mouth, Jiro started moving his tongue around, intertwining it with Marina's. His right arm moved around her shoulders and her neck, pulling her in closer. His left hand tentatively moved to her breasts and encountered her right hand. Pausing when he touched her, he felt her grab his hand and move it onto her right breast. Taking that as a sign that she wouldn't mind what he's doing, he started rubbing it and squeezing the nipple. He felt the warm milk flow out of her breast and over his hand. He stopped kissing her and moved his hand up to his lips. Licking her milk off of his fingers he commented, "Yum that takes great." Jiro pulls Marina back into him and he starts kissing her more vigorously. Their tongues sliding in and out of each other exploring the depths, his hand exploring her body. Marina decided that she wanted to feel his body as much as he's feeling hers so she takes her right hand and moves it to his chest. Running it along his chest, she feels his nipples start to harden as she pinches them lightly. From his moan, she learns that he likes that. She alternates between the two for a bit before moving her hand lower over his stomach. The heat from the hot tub and the alcohol have lowered both of their inhibitions to the point where they are caught up in the lustful moment. Marina's hand moves lower and lower until it reaches his swimsuit. Moving her hand over the bulge, she can plainly feel the size of his cock. Jiro moves his hips forward a bit to provide her with easier access. She moves her hand up and down his cock, feeling the length and size. As she is doing that, she tries to make the connection between his hand size. Satisfied that what she has heard is correct, she moves her hand around more. Feeling his balls, she grabs them and starts to knead them. After some time, she moves her hand back up his swimsuit and to the waistband. Sliding her hand under the waist, she feels his hard cock. Her hand moves lower, grasping at his erect member as she does. Moving up and down slowly, she can feel him move his hips forward more so that she gets easier access. His left hand stops playing with her nipples and starts moving down her stomach. Over her stomach and down to her waist. His hand follows the outside of her bikini bottoms and moves to between her legs. Marina spreads her legs invitingly and Jiro starts rubbing the outside of her pussy. He moves up and down her covered crotch, feeling her start to lean back in enjoyment. He breaks the kiss and lets her move her head backwards. As she does that, he starts kissing down her jaw and nibbles on her ear lightly. Marina lets out a slow moan in ecstasy as Jiro starts kissing and lightly sucking on her neck. His left hand moves up to the top of her bikini and starts to slip in. He feels her bush as he moves lower. He kisses down her neck, to her collarbone and keeps kissing lower until he gets to her breasts. Moving over her right tit, he kisses around her nipple, feeling her milk drip out, and starts kissing lower. He grabs her nipple in his mouth and starts sucking on it, enjoying the flow of milk. His left hand moves lower and lower until it is right at the top of her slit. He takes his middle finger and slides from the top down over her pussy. As he is moving it lower, he starts to spread her lips. His finger brushes her clit and sends shock waves of pleasure through Marina. His hand moves down more and he can feel the heat of her pussy in the hot tub. His finger starts moving up and down her hole, releasing more and more of her juices. Finally he slides one finger in and starts moving it in and out, fucking her with his finger. Marina is lost in the ecstasy of the moment, she starts moaning louder, "fuck me with your finger, that is so fucking good" she starts moaning out. Marina's hands have stopped all of their movement, her right hand still grasping his cock in mid stroke. She just leans back enjoying the feeling of Jiro milking her tits and fingering her pussy. He starts moving faster and faster in and out of her pussy, pausing every once in a while to rub her clit. After 15 minutes of this, Marina suggests that they head inside where there's more room. Reluctantly Jiro pulls his fingers out of her pussy and takes his mouth off of her nipple. He dribbles a little milk as he leans back. Marina leans forward and licks her milk from his mouth. She also pulls her had out from his swimsuit and starts to stand up. Getting out of the hot tub, she grabs her towel and quickly dries off the extra water while Jiro gets out and does the same. She grabs her bikini top and doesn't bother putting it on again since it would just come off anyway. They make their way into the house and to the bedroom. Before they get too far inside, Jiro swings Marina around and starts kissing her strongly, pushing his tongue into her mouth. They stumble backwards onto the bed and fall down their lips still connected. Jiro's cock starts rubbing on her leg as he moves his hips up and down. Their kissing makes her pussy ache for his fingers, mouth or more. As Jiro is kissing her, he rolls her over onto her back. Taking his left hand, he moves both of her hands above her head. Using his left hand to hold both of hers, he starts to kiss along her jaw and down to her neck. Kissing lower he lets her arms free and he starts sucking on her tits again, producing more milk. There is nothing she can do to halt the flow of her milk as it just starts spraying out all over both of them. He starts kissing lower and down her stomach. He reaches the top of her bikini bottoms and roughly pulls them down, exposing her trimmed pussy for him to see. Salivating, Jiro moves lower and starts kissing her pubic hair. He kisses lower and his goatee starts to rub against her slit. Her pussy starts leaking in anticipation and he kisses lower, getting to the top of her pussy lips. He snakes his tongue out and tastes the outside of her. She tastes exquisite and he moves his mouth lower. His tongue touches her clit, again sending waves of pleasure through her. Her hands move down to cup her tits and to squeeze her nipples. Squirting milk out of each one, she angles one towards her mouth so she can taste it. Jiro moves his tongue around her clit rapidly, each time he touches it she moans more. "Please baby, please stick your tongue in my hot wet pussy. I want you to fuck me with your tongue. Please fuck me." Marina kept saying over and over. Moving lower, Jiro licked along the outside of her pussy. He started at the left side and licked up from the bottom of her ass to the top of the slit, right along where her leg and pussy meet. Next he switched over to the right side and did the same thing. Next he took his tongue and lightly licked the outside of her lips, careful not to open them up. He moved up and down, the entire time just lightly licking. Marina started begging harder, "I want you to eat me out, I'll do anything. Please stick your tongue into my wet pussy. I'm fucking leaking, waiting for you to taste me. I want you to eat me, baby." Jiro moved his tongue closer to her lips, he pressed it against the opening. Without much pressure, Marina's lips separated. Jiro's tongue dove into her depths, licking at her juices, savoring the flavor. Marina let out a louder moan as she felt his tongue probe her depths. He brought his left hand down to where his mouth is and wet his thumb with her juices. Without moving his lips, he pressed his thumb against her clit and started rubbing. While rubbing her clit, his tongue started to explore the sides of her pussy, enjoying the taste and the texture of her inner walls. He started slurping her juices and between that, his tongue deep inside her and his thumb rubbing around her clit, Marina couldn't hold out much longer. Jiro could tell that she was close and he started going faster, his right hand moving up to her tits to squeeze them in the process. Her juices flowing out over his mouth, down his chin and into his goatee. He keep licking at her pussy and she started a low moan. That moan quickly got louder as she started her orgasm. "Fffffuuuuuuccccckkkkk. Fuckfuckfuckfuck, you're so fucking good at that. I can't fucking hold back anymore. I'm going to cum." Marina started screaming out. "I'm cummmmminggggggggggg!" As she got louder, Jiro buried his face into her pussy, inhaling the scent and tasting the juice. Her tits started spraying milk up into the air, further than before. With a final wail, she collapsed into her post orgasmic bliss. Jiro pulled his tongue from her engorged pussy and started to move backward. As he was sitting up, he looked down at the mess they had made. Milk was still squirting out of her tits, onto her chest and the bed. Her pussy lips were swollen from the orgasm and he could see the sheen of saliva and juices mixed. The juices had spread down her ass onto the bed and there was a large wet spot that her ass was sitting in. Jiro leaned forward and slid up her chest, the milk causing him to stick slightly to her. He reached her face and her hands swung up and roughly pulled his face to hers. With an animalistic passion, Marina started shoving her tongue in his mouth. She didn't care about anything else other than fucking his brains out. She could taste her juices on his mouth and that just made her hornier. Her hands moved down his back and started pulling off his swimsuit. As she pulled it down, his cock sprang free. She pushed him over so she could repay what he did to her. As he was laying on his back, she started kissing down. Moving her hands to his nipples, she pinched them and that caused him to suck in his breath in pleasure. Moving down, she got to his cock. She finally got a look at it and it caused her pussy to start leaking more. It stood just over 6 1/2" long and about 1" wide. She could see the precum glistening on the head. Her right hand grasped the shaft while her left hand moved to cup his balls. She lowered her mouth to his penis and flicked her tongue out. She tasted the salty precum as she started to move her head down. Her mouth started at the top and she sucked in the head of his dick. Her tongue flicking across the hole. She slowly moved her head lower, trying to fit him all in her mouth. Her left hand kept rubbing his balls while her right hand slid down lower. She got about halfway down before stopping and sliding back up. Once she was at the top, she started moving down once again. She repeated this motion, moving her right hand with her mouth the entire time, stroking his prick with each movement. Jiro started groaning in pleasure, his right hand moved to her head and rested on the top. She started moving down and tried to open her throat. She managed to suppress her gag reflex and took his entire dick in her mouth. Her nose was pressed against his pubic hair and her lips were touching his balls. Jiro groaned in pleasure, louder this time. She pulled his dick from her mouth and started kissing up and down the shaft. She didn't want him to cum just yet. Kissing lower, she took her tongue and ran it along his balls, feeling them retract and move around. Her right hand slowly stroking his dick while she licked and sucked on his balls. Every time he seemed close to cumming, she would stop what she was doing and change it up. She rotated between sucking on his dick to licking his shaft to licking his balls. He started to beg as much as she did every time she stopped. "Please let me cum, I really want to cum." Jiro started saying. After she had tortured him enough, she put her mouth around his dick and started going up and down quicker. Normally she doesn't like to swallow but she was so horny that she would do anything now. As she was sucking on his dick she could tell that he was starting to cum. He started moaning and his breathing was getting quicker. Finally with a final grunt from Jiro, she took most of his dick in her mouth as he started to cum. She felt the hot drops of sperm hit her tongue and the back of her mouth. The salty taste took some getting used to but she found that it wasn't a horrible taste. As he started to slow down, she took his sperm and swallowed the entire load, milking his cock dry. With a final exhale, Jiro collapsed on the bed and Marina pulled his rapidly deflating cock out of her mouth. She moved up the bed and laid down next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her right hand idly tracing random shapes on his chest. She was still horny and wanted to fuck him but was prepared for him to fall asleep satisfied. Hot Tub Tryst In the middle of her thoughts, his left hand moved up to her breast and started playing with the nipple. As she glanced down, she could see his dick getting harder already, maybe this would be her lucky night. He rolled over to his right and brought her head to his. He started kissing her lips again and she pushed her pussy against his leg, smearing juice up and down his leg. She started to get more turned on with each passing moment. He rolled her over, never breaking the kiss and started moving his hands over her tits. He took one hand and pulled her hands above her head to hold them there. As he started to kiss lower, his hand wasn't able to hold hers and he had to move it away. "Do you want to get something to hold my hands?" Marina asked. "What do you have?" Jiro replied with an excited look. She got out of bed and moved to the dresser. She opened the bottom drawer and Jiro sat there admiring her ass and her pussy. She pulled out a couple pairs of handcuffs and straps. Walking back to the bed, she gave them to Jiro. "Feel free to use whatever you want" Marina said. Looking at the handcuffs, Jiro grabbed two of them and set the rest of the stuff aside. Pushing her against the bed, he quickly straddled her. He moved up her chest until his cock was at her mouth. Marina bent her head down and started sucking his dick, getting it harder. While she did that, Jiro took her left hand and attached the handcuff to her wrist and then to the bed. Next he did the same with her right hand. She kept sucking on his cock until he moved back. With her arms handcuffed to the bed, she was unable to follow his cock as he moved back. He scooted down to between her legs and separated them. Her pussy quivered in anticipation of what was to come. He grabbed his dick and moved it toward the entrance. Resting it right at the tip of her lips, he leaned forward and started sucking on one of her nipples. The entire time his dick just rested at the entrance of her pussy. She started to grind her hips and tried to push herself onto him but he kept moving back, careful to not penetrate her quite yet. After what seemed like forever to Marina, Jiro slowly started to ease his prick into her pussy. Her pussy lips readily split open, inviting him into her depth. The cock moved agonizingly slow and Marina wanted him all the way in her but there was nothing she could do. Every time she tried to push her hips against him to impale herself, he would stop and back out slightly. She started whimpering at the torture and begging him to fuck her. Jiro was in complete control and wanted to move at his pace and maximize her enjoyment. He slowly slid in further until he was all the way inside of her dripping wet pussy. With a gasp, Marina could feel his entire member deep inside her, his balls resting against her ass and their pubic hair intertwined. He let it sit there a moment just enjoying the feel of her hot pussy wrapped around his cock and her milk squirting into his mouth. He slowly, tantalizing backed out of her until just the tip of his rock hard cock was at the entrance. Next he slowly slid back in and her pussy juices made a squishing sound as he did. The slow pace wasn't enough for Marina to cum but it kept getting her wet, she wanted to feel his cock slide faster into her pussy and pound her cunt, his balls slapping against her ass. Jiro suddenly leaned back, dripping milk on her stomach. He grabbed her legs and moved her knees up to her chest. There was nothing Marina could do but get lost in the ecstasy. She relaxed her legs and let him bend them up as he sat up onto his knees. Once she was in position, he started moving faster in and out of her, her juices dripping down her ass and onto his balls as he started pounding deep into her. He would pull out almost all the way and then quickly impale her repeatedly. She kept focusing on his cock deep inside of her, wishing she could rub her clit at the same time but knowing that waiting was the best part. In and out, his balls smacking her ass, her milk flowing out of her tits and rolling down her breasts onto the bed. He stopped the motion and pulled his dick out and Marina let out a whimper in disappointment. Next he spread her pussy lips with his dick and rested it against her clit. The sensations of his prick against her clit were amazing, her juices allowing it to slide frictionless. He leaned forward, her legs still pinned up, and moved his hips forward and back. Her clit was on fire with movements, drawing her closer and closer to orgasm. She glanced down and could see the head of his cock poke up over her slit, engorged and glistening with his precum and her juices. After a few minutes of rubbing her clit with his cock, he pulled back and swiftly impaled her with his rock hard member again. This time there was no pretense of holding back. He started pounding at her pussy without abandon, drawing them both closer to their orgasms. His throbbing dick pounding into her wet depths, her pussy walls grabbing at his member each time. His pelvis was hitting her pussy lips every time he moved forward, causing shocks of electricity to jolt through her body. His balls kept smacking against her ass crack which just made her even hornier. He kept up the pace until Marina started to scream out, "Oh god yes, fuck me with your dick. Make me cum. Fuck my pussy harder, I want to make you cum deep inside of me. I'm fucking close babe, fuck me harder." Not needing more encouragement, Jiro went at a breakneck pace, pounding repeatedly into her abused pussy. It started out as a low moan and rapidly grew into a scream, "Fffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkk, I'm cumming. I'm cumming all over your dick." Marina started to cum on his cock as her pussy tightened up which caused him to start to lose control. With a final push and a grunt, he buried himself as deep as he could and started shooting his cum deep inside of her. Squirt after squirt shot into her, causing her orgasm to be extended. With a final spasm of his cock, he collapsed onto her sticky chest, breathing hard. Juices, sweat and milk mixing on their bodies. After a couple of minutes, Jiro's cock deflated enough that Marina's pulsating pussy ended up pushing it out, letting a stream of her cum, his sperm and her juices to follow it out. Rolling over, he laid next to her exhausted. He reached up and undid her right handcuffs and collapsed back down. She removed both of them in a daze and tossed them off to the side. Satisfied for the night, she put her arms around him as they drifted off to sleep, dreaming about what other things they could do next time.