Hot Sand: It's Hotter Indoors - Group Sex
Three teachers and their husbands rent a beach house.
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Three friends. Best friends. School teachers with the summer off. North Carolina, hotter than Hades. Charlene, with an old family tie to the slender islands known as the Outer Banks, found a beach house to rent, through a friend of a friend. A four bedroom though they'd only need three, the three friends all bringing their husbands, of course. The house is just a few miles from Cape Hatteras lighthouse, and a nice beach walk to the Pier.
"I'm going to burn off some pounds walking," Charlene said to Vanessa and Kendra, the three-way phone call connecting their girlishly sparkle-colored iPhones.
"Oh, yeah, that'll be nice," Vanessa said. "We can all burn some calories, with the ocean to look at."
"And men," said Kendra. "There'll be lots of beach-body hotties there, I'll bet."
"More like dad-body hotties, but that's not so bad," Charlene said. "There was a silver fox walking the beach when Gunner and I drove over last week. He was as hot as an old guy gets."
Kendra chuckled. "How old was he?"
"Fifties. Sixty, maybe. He was slim, and tan, with a short grey beard and wavy grey hair. Yeah, I woulda done him."
Vanessa and Kendra laughed, and Charlene giggled like she does. The girls, as they call themselves, can go off on giggling tangents about good looking men at the drop of a hat, so much so that they have to watch themselves at school, in the teacher's lounge, where caffeine-fueled conversation flows easily.
They'd become a three girl clique because they're youngish and childless. Youngish as in thirties, although Kendra and her husband Calvin are the pups of the group at twenty-nine. Sweethearts since they were kids, she and Calvin had survived college apart, a long stint of working in different states, and now are together again, married for the last three years.
Calvin plays softball with Vanessa's husband Zeke, and Zeke hunts with Charlene's husband Gunner. Calvin's not a hunter. He says a black man should never enter the woods in North Carolina during hunting season. Gunner says he's right, even though it saddens him to think that his home state is still such an intolerant place when it comes to race. As far as Gunner is concerned, Calvin and Kendra are good people, simple as that. Color is something you pick out at the paint store, not something that distinguishes a friend.
Zeke thinks so, too. He's a displaced Northerner who ended up in Raleigh for work. He met Vanessa in a dusty antique store one fateful day. Gunner and Charlene met in a similar way, though it was at an antique gun show and she was with a redneck boyfriend who was way less than the marrying kind. So clueless was he, he didn't even notice the love-at-first-sight look in Gunner's eyes when Gunner slipped Charlene a business card. Gunner's Firearms and War Antiques was emblazoned on it, and Gunner's own personal phone number was written on the back. He and Charlene were married a year later.
And so the six of them had decided to vacation together, a week at a beach house. It was a first, all six of them together like that, with overnights involved. The closest they had come to something similar was afternoon pool parties at each others houses, parties that occasionally stretched into the evening. The first was the jittery one, with nervousness about showing bodies in swimwear, but that had quickly normalized. Charlene remains the most self-conscious. "Gunner wanted me to buy a bikini to take, so I found one, and bought it," she said to Vanessa and Kendra, there on that threeway phone call. "I'm sure I won't wear it. I hope he forgets about it."
"Why?" Kendra said. "Girl, you look as good as anybody. There isn't a man alive who wouldn't say you're cute."
"If I can wear one, you can," Vanessa said. "Kendra's the only one with a bikini body, but do you see that stopping me?"
"Hey, if your fat's not all rolled up like the Michelin Man, you're good," Kendra said, chuckling. "You girls have nice curves. That's all a man looks at."
"Damn right," Vanessa said. "When we get there I'm putting on my bikini and finding that silver fox. I want to take a walk with him."
The girls all laughed. Their minds all pictured a sun-stroked beach, and a tanned, handsome man.
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Charlene decided that the bikini Gunner had made her buy was a maybe. She would maybe wear it one time on their vacation, if the stars aligned in a perfect way, with few people on the beach, or maybe none but her own comfortable group, with Vanessa and Kendra wearing theirs. If it did happen, she needed to be prepared, meaning a suntan all around her middle, so she worked at it for two weeks before the trip, in her backyard, in private.
Gunner caught her at it one day, when he came home earlier than she'd expected, him saying "Damn, hun, you look good all sweaty."
Charlene, lying on her back in the strong sun, propped herself up on her elbows. "What are you doing home so early?"
"That guy came and bought all that Civil War stuff, so I closed up," Gunner said. "We should celebrate."
And so they did, right there by the pool in their private, surrounded-by-woods backyard. Stripped naked, sweating in the sun-stroked North Carolina heat, they fucked three different ways and Charlene came twice. Gunner loves the way she orgasms — loud and proud, always giggling, always smiling.
—
After she'd tanned her middle, at home, Charlene didn't wear the bikini again until the last day of the vacation. The week at the nice beach house had gone by in a flash — days of suntanning, walking, exploring the lighthouse and swimming. In the evenings there was homemade pizza, restaurant dinners, and even a night of dancing out at hole-in-the-wall bar, to the sounds of a loud, old-fashioned jukebox that was filled with classic rock and oldies. In the late evenings the three couples watched Netflix movies on the TV, sipping wine and beer. Lots and lots of wine and beer. Sunny mornings worked off mild — and not so mild — hangovers, walking the beach and swimming in the new day's surf. It had been the perfect vacation, full of good cheer, friends getting along, lots of laughter.
"I can't believe how fast this went," Vanessa said, walking the beach with her two best girlfriends on that last full day. "I don't want to go home tomorrow. Think the landlord will give us another week?"
"This place is booked solid," Charlene said. "We were lucky to get this week."
She and Vanessa and Kendra all fell silent as they walked. The gentle, rhythmic whoosh of the surf hypnotized them, as it does, and their minds played back the memories of the dreamlike week. Charlene, proud of herself for finally working up to that day's unveiling of her first-ever bikini, found that her own dreamlike remembrances were stuck in a loop — it was the quiet, muffled sounds of her friends having sex that, for the moment at least, was most memorable. They were surprising sounds that she'd never anticipated. That kind of new, voyeuristic intimacy hadn't even crossed her mind before the trip, although she realized it probably should have, what with three youngish, healthy, happy couples, all sleeping in small bedrooms clustered around a small upstairs hallway. There will be sex, she now realized, and the quiet, dreamy, sexy sounds of it echoed in her mind.
Vanessa, and especially Kendra, didn't think much about it. Kendra had expected it, thought of it as normal, and Vanessa, after just the first night, went with the flow and let her inner teenager out, the one who never cared much about conventions. It was part of why she had found the week so relaxing. It was a true get-away, and the sexual dormitory feel of the late nights was a nice little thrill. Over the last few years the girls had talked about their sex lives some, so, for all of them, hearing the audible proof of their friends' healthy marriages was nothing but good, and secretly exciting.
But it was far from the week's only sexy aspect. The girls in their swimsuits, putting on suntan lotion in the sun; the guys in their swim trunks, emerging from the ocean glistening wet. Conversations had turned sexy many times. And the movie choices had gotten more and more romantic and sexy, with quite a bit of nudity that kept eyes open wide while the popcorn was eaten.
The final evening together, after a delicious restaurant dinner, proved to be unique. "Is it warm in here?" Charlene asked, after returning to the house. Everyone took a turn looking at the digital thermostat, and the guys had a look at the indoor and outdoor portions of the air-conditioning system. A phone call was made, to the landlord. He called back with the unfortunate news — on the warmest of the week's nights, the A/C was out of commission until morning.
"There's ceiling fans in all the rooms, you guys, and the sea breeze," Kendra said. "Let's just open up all the windows. It'll be old-fashioned."
Vanessa announced she was going swimming, a nighttime swim to cool off, and the others agreed it was a good idea. It began a night of lounging around in swimwear, the coolest clothing option to wear in the warm house, the girls all in bikinis, the guys all shirtless in their swim trunks. Charlene was proud of herself, a bikini girl with a wine glass in hand, standing in the brightly lit kitchen with the others, her hair towel-dried but damp from the nice swim. That was when Zeke, looking a bit timid, tossed down the wildcard.
"You guys said there'd be a DVD player here, so...I brought this." He tossed a slim DVD box onto the kitchen table.
"Oh my God!" Vanessa said to her husband. "You brought that?"
"You know that one," he said. "It's one of those old classics. It's pretty mild compared to..."
Kendra smiled. "You two watch porn together? That's so nice! I love that. Calvin, honey, we should do that."
"Yeah, I'm good with that," Calvin said, nodding happily.
"Real...porn porn?" Charlene asked, picking up the DVD box to have a look at it. "Wow, that's some seriously big hair on that girl."
"It's from the 70s," Zeke said, glad that everyone looked at least somewhat intrigued by it. "It's a real classic."
"Are we...watching it?" Charlene asked, placing it on the table again, slowly, as if it was fragile. No one answered right away, but some shoulders were shrugged.
"I wouldn't mind," said Kendra.
"Now there's a surprise," Vanessa said mockingly.
Gunner looked intrigued. "Why do you say that?"
Charlene hooked her arm around his, pulling herself in tight against her husband's bare skin. "Because she's always horny."
The characterization of his wife made Calvin smile. "You mean it shows, even at school? Why am I not surprised," he chuckled.
"Hey!" Kendra said, her brown face blushing. "I'm not a slut or anything. Why are you telling these guys this stuff?" Her eyes, shyer than they'd been all week, glanced at Gunner and Zeke.
"We're not worried about it," Gunner said, his blue eyes twinkling. He gulped a mouthful of beer, swallowing it down his throat.
"Let's fire it up," Vanessa said, picking up the DVD box, holding a glass of red wine in her other hand, as usual. "It's our last movie night. Might as well make it hilarious, right?"
A general agreement happened, somewhat subdued and shyly quiet. A few minutes ago Kendra would have yelled Hell yeah!, but instead she stood quietly as her blush faded. Her embarrassment faded, too, replaced by a coy little smile.
'Firing it up' was also a subdued, quiet affair, as couples took their seats together in their usual places — Gunner and Charlene at one end of the big couch, Calvin and Kendra on the loveseat. Vanessa, sitting herself down next to Charlene on the couch, left room for Zeke to join her. Her eyes stayed on him as he placed the shiny DVD in the player's drawer. The TV, already on, showed a blank blue screen before flickering to life.
"Ah, the perfect cheesy saxophone music," Charlene said, smiling, and then, "Jesus! Ten seconds in and they're already..."
"Zeke! You dog!" Kendra said. "So much for this being a mild old classic! That girl knows how to suck a cock! "
The gang fell into an uncomfortable silence, listening to the plaintive saxophone, watching a first-class blowjob.
"This is before Viagra," Zeke said. "Some of the guys in these old ones are..."
"...like half-cooked noodles," Vanessa said. "This guys not one of them."
"No sir," Kendra said. "He's a happy boy. Big and hard."
Soft chuckles fluttered in the warm air, air that moved with the spin of the big ceiling fan. The smell of damp hair and damp swimsuits swirled in it, a sensory trigger that seemed to compliment the wet, glistening, slightly noisy blowjob on the TV screen.
In the newly exciting real life of the too-warm living room, the women's eyes glanced at their mens' crotches, first at their own husband's and then, more covertly, at the others. All of the men seemed to have more of a lump under their swim trunks than they did before. Vanessa made the first move, sliding her hand to the very top of Zeke's thigh, with her pinky and the finger with her wedding ring on it playing ever so slightly with the leading edge of the lump from Zeke's growing erection. Zeke, excited by his wife's playfulness, knew there was no turning back, at least from a visual standpoint. He was growing, and growing fast, and in mere moments there would be no missing the big lump, if anyone cared to look.
Of course everyone cared to look, to see, to judge the situation, the escalation. There wasn't a person present who wasn't thrilled by the goings-on, but all were silent, pretending it was just another movie night.
And then, on the TV screen, the blowjob ended and the fucking began, for no reason, with no storyline or plot to call for it. The man and the young woman were naked now, fucking, with her on top. The view was from between the man's knees — a squared-up, steady-held camera shot of relaxed-looking balls, a big cock fucking a wet pussy, a cute little feminine ass and asshole.
"Damn," said Kendra, her eyes glued to the action. Emboldened by Vanessa's teasing finger play, Kendra went bolder, her hand finding the entirety of Calvin's big lump. "Somebody's liking it," she said as her eyes met his. "Damn, honey. You're gonna get me all worked up."
Calvin smiled. He wanted to kiss his beautiful wife Kendra, but he knew if he did he might not be able to stop. So he sat there with a mix of embarrassment and curiosity in his mind as he turned his attention back to the screen, his peripheral vision as active as ever before, noticing all three wives tentatively and silently playing with their husband's hard lumps.
Charlene wondered what Kendra 'all worked up' would look like. She loved Kendra's free spirit when it came to gossiping about sex, and some of Kendra's nighttime sex noises that week, muffled but unmistakable, had been nothing but deeply erotic and lovely.
The sex position on the TV screen changed to girl-on-top sixty-nine. It happened in a quick movement, and Vanessa let out a moaning, breathy "Ohhh fuuuck" when she saw it, a quiet exclamation that she would rather have kept inaudible. Zeke's hard cock, sheathed by the fabric of his swimming trunks, filled her unmoving, fisted hand.
"What year is this?" Charlene asked, thinking that normal conversation might take the temperature in the room down a few degrees.
"1976, I think," Zeke said.
"That's the year I was born!" Charlene said. "They were doing this way back then?"
Kendra smiled. "Sure. Sixty-nine is nothing new. Are you thinking about your mother and father?"
"Gross!" chuckled Charlene.
"I gotta say, they're good looking," Vanessa said, gently massaging Zeke's lumped crotch. "Some porn actors don't do it for me, but these two are definitely hot. Good pick, baby, although I still can't believe you brought it."
The sixty-nine scene, beautifully filmed, proved worthy of the 'classic' designation that Zeke said the movie had earned. Long, lingering camera shots, a pure soundtrack of nothing but the couple's noises, nicely judged close-ups of tongue on pussy, and mouth on cock.
After a few minutes of it, Kendra said, "Okay, this is just crazy hot. I can't just sit here. You guys won't mind, will you?"
Without waiting for an answer, she untied the bright white cord at the waist of Calvin's swimming trunks. With a ripping noise that seemed amplified, she pulled apart the velcro that held the fly shut. Calvin's hard cock was there, naked and fully out, unrestrained by the mesh lining that's inside some men's swimsuits. Blacker of skin than the rest of his body, his big cock was soon halfway inside Kendra's quietly moaning mouth. Shock silenced the others, their eyes there, on the live blowjob, not on the action on screen.
Charlene knew she should protest, saying Kendra, what the fuck! or something along those lines, but she also wanted to take it all in, to watch her sexiest friend's technique, not to mention keeping eyes on Calvin's nice hard man-meat for a few moments more. It was a conundrum, but a very hot one, one that had her thoughts ricocheting like a bullet all around the room. There was the ongoing hot as hell sixty-nine on the TV screen, and Kendra's live-and-in-person blowjob, and Vanessa's sneaky hand, now inside Zeke's swimsuit. Gunner was the odd man out, his cock obviously hard, lumping his swimsuit noticeably. Charlene looked at him and shook her head. It wasn't a No! Stop this! shake of the head, it was more of a disbelief, a shake of the head that said Can you believe this?
Gunner could believe it. He'd had the fantasy, as soon as the trip was announced a month ago, and many times since then. He just hoped his sweet, somewhat self-conscious wife Charlene would go with the flow and let things take their natural course.
Just moments later, Zeke's cock was let out to play. Vanessa had done it, with Zeke's help; his swimsuit pushed down onto his thighs, his lily-white hips and ass bare on the couch cushion, his moan quiet but masculine when Vanessa commenced her own version of a blowjob.
Charlene leaned her head close to Gunner's, her eyes wide and curious, her mouth just inches from his. "Are we doing this?" she whispered.
Gunner answered with a push of his hands on the waistband of his swimming trunks, pushing them down, releasing the full length of his hardness. The slowly moving air from the ceiling fan felt heavenly on it, and Charlene's hand felt even better.
Three women — and a fourth on the TV screen — make wonderful communal noises when sucking cocks. Three happy men — and a fourth — make moans that thrill those women. It's the kind of thing that easily goes out of control, and Kendra let herself go there. With her man's cock in her mouth, she reached her free hand behind her back, releasing the clasp of her bikini top. The brown-skinned heft of her lovely black-nippled tits hung freely, and Calvin reached for them.
The couple on the TV were suddenly louder, the man fucking the young woman doggy style, his energetic torso repeatedly slapping, with a steady rhythm, against her smooth, beautifully curved ass. She let her happiness out in lovely, musical ways.
None of the three men in the room wanted to cum, because it might have started a slowing, an ending, but, due to the high heat of the moment, theirs was hard-fought stamina. Kendra's bare tits, or more accurately, her near nudity in just her little, cheeky bikini bottom, was doing just the opposite of cooling the men's minds.
And then Vanessa was topless, too, her breasts as milky white as whipped cream, nearly luminous as compared to the deep tan on the rest of her. It was that contrast, that glow, that drew all of the men's eyes. The fleshy plumpness of her tits, and the bullet-shaped hardness of the tips of her nipples, kept those eyes entranced.
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Charlene watched her husband Gunner's eyes as she blew him, her wildly stirred up emotions happy when he looked at her, and not unhappy when he looked at the others. It was new, this group thing, this voyeurism, this exhibitionism, and Charlene was surprised at how thrilling it all was. The jealousy she would have expected was nowhere. Not even a shred of it flirted with her mind. There was nothing but thrill.
The stakes rose again, and it was Kendra doing the gambling. Her own mind was spinning with such a fever, any thought of consequences was blurred to a misty smudge. She pulled Calvin's swimsuit right down his legs and off of him, and she was up, mounting him, right there on the loveseat, fully visible to the others, pulling the damp gusset of her bikini bottom aside so his big cock could enter her pussy. She moaned as she lowered herself on his cock, then she and Calvin were nearly silent but for the whisper of breathing.
Calvin's sitting position on the loveseat had become slouched way down, so Kendra threw caution to the wind and rode him cowgirl style, the way she does when they're on a bed, her back arched, her face aglow with wild eyes and a sexy smile. Calvin's hands claimed the naked flesh of her beautiful tits. His hips found Kendra's rhythm, and they were fucking.
This was too much for Vanessa. With her horny hormones spiking, the same type of blurry mist that was in Kendra's head took her over; she stood and stripped herself naked, her bikini dropping to the floor. Zeke, staying seated, took the opportunity to do the same, making himself naked, his swimsuit tossed away. With Vanessa on her feet and out of the way for those moments, Charlene had a clear view of Zeke's unveiling. She watched, still blowing Gunner, and Gunner watched, too, as Vanessa mounted Zeke, also in the cowgirl way, sinking herself down slowly, moaning with her warm breath as his cock filled her with its throbbing hardness.
This, it turned out, was too much for Charlene. With fingers behind her, snap went the elastic of her bikini top, her big breasts propelling it open, staking their claim to some of that oppressively warm, humid, fan-swirled air. Gunner smiled. More than ready, he hoped the third time was the charm, that he'd soon be fucking, too.
Even though he hoped it, it still felt like a little bit of a miracle when Charlene went full monty, her plump body naked, her surprised smile looking at his as she mounted him.
The old x-rated movie, still the loudest thing in the room, became a mere backdrop. There was live sex to watch, and everyone did. Sly glances gave way to full on voyeurism, with the blood-tingling exhibitionism that accompanies it.
Charlene, getting it on with her husband in what she thought was the most thrilling of possible ways, witnessed what up until then would have been unspeakably unthinkable: naked Vanessa and naked Kendra, working separately but possibly connected by telepathy, luring their naked husbands to the plush rug-covered floor for some more serious sex. Some close together sex. And then...
"Oh my god!" Charlene huffed. Gunner, thinking she was close to an orgasm, smiled at his cowgirl-riding wife. But it wasn't an orgasm, even though she was indeed close to having one. No, her breathless exclamation was caused by the sight of a fourway taking quick and decisive shape, right there on the rug, right there just six feet away: Calvin, fucking his wife Kendra doggy style, while Kendra sucked Zeke's cock and Vanessa rode Zeke's face, her energetically writhing hips squishing her wet pussy across his hungry mouth, over and over again. Vanessa clutched her own tits in her hands, her eyes happy and a little wild, looking into Charlene's.
Gunner saw the goings on, too, easily sensing his wife's surprise — and her thrill — at the forbidden that was clearly happening. He could read it all over her — her wide eyes looking at her friends on the floor, her excited fucking, her orgasm rising. It hit her powerfully, her cumming even louder and prouder than usual, her giggles more surprised, with a hint of the devilish. Vanessa, her pussy alive and electrified on her husband's hungry mouth, smiled an odd smile, acknowledging Charlene's lovely, fun-sounding orgasm. But she wasn't ready to speak about it. No one was. The wild goings-on were too new, possibly too fragile, and maybe too embarrassing. No one in the room was, after all, a real swinger. It was all just a lark, a fluke, and one false move might send it all crashing into awkward jealousy. The moment felt like it was floating, on the breeze from the fan maybe, and no one wanted it to crash to the ground.
That's when Kendra orgasmed, in a big way, Calvin fucking her with serious, unrelenting energy from behind. Zeke, on his back with hips thrusting fast, clutched Kendra's head in his hands, her screaming orgasm muffled by his mouth-fucking cock. Vanessa vibrated into a big orgasm of her own, her pussy hard against Zeke's mouth and teeth. Her upper body dropped, sixty-nining him, her mouth and Kendra's both hungry on his cock. Calvin kept fucking, his dark-skinned body the most beautiful thing Charlene had ever seen.
"Go," Gunner said, reading her mind. His eyes sparkled with intrigue when Charlene slithered off of him to the floor. With no hesitation and no looking back, she presented herself doggy style to Calvin, and his big cock disappeared inside her puffy, juicy, extra pink pussy. Vanessa and Kendra, separately but maybe connected by telepathy again, were both astonished that it was Charlene who was the first to go full-swap swinger.
Once it happened, though, it was game on. Vanessa dismounted the nice sixty-nine, leaving her husband Zeke to Kendra, and she climbed the couch like a cat, licking Gunner's pussy-wet cock, licking his flat abs, licking his chest. Her lick went to his open mouth, a tongue kiss that smoldered as she swung a leg over him, grasped his hard cock in her hand and lined it up with her soft wet pussy lips. "Oh-h-h-ho yeah," she said as Gunner went deep.
Charlene was nearly singing, her voice going free as Calvin's fucking shifted from slow-nice to naughty-hard. "Ohh, you look good this way, Char," he said, his voice strained and breathy, his hands on her plump round behind.
"Yeah? You like my ass?" Charlene said, looking over her shoulder like a sparkly-eyed devil child.
With the verbal ice broken, Kendra spoke up, asking Zeke, in no uncertain terms, to "Fuck me from behind, and slap my ass really hard." Suddenly standing, with her hands on the arm of the couch, she arched her back deep and her best-of-the-bodies ass was the picture of fuckable. Zeke stood behind her, his cock wildly hard, pointing at its target. With his hands on her slender waist his stiff shaft sunk into her, gentle for half the way, then a deep plunge that made both he and Kendra holler the thrill of it.
"Oh, fuck yeah!" she huffed through gritted teeth as Zeke slapped her ass and fucked her deeply. "Fuck yeah! "
Charlene came hard on her new lover's cock, Calvin's meat filling her in a thicker, new kind of way that made her eyes roll and her legs shake. "Damn, Char," he said, watching and feeling her deep convulsions. "Damn!"
"Don't you ever cum?" she said, crumbling to the floor, rolling onto her back.
Calvin straddled her, his pussy-wet cock falling naturally into the valley of her cleavage. "I gotta fuck these tits, baby. You tease us with 'em, and now I'm gonna fuck 'em."
"Do it," Charlene said, breathless, her face, and especially her eyes, lost in a wonderful wild dreamworld. She clutched her big tits, squeezing the fleshy softness of them all around Calvin's slippery cock, cocooning it in tit heaven.
"Fuck yeah," Calvin said as he fucked Charlene that way, his head tipped back, his own dreamworld just as wonderful.
Charlene opened her tits just a touch, so she could get her glistening tongue on the forward end of the big cock's thrusts. Then she got her pink lips around the fat black tip each time, and that did it. Calvin came, groaning loud as the bountiful gusher of cum pulsed out of him, half of it in Charlene's moaning mouth and half all over her school-teacher face. His hips slowed but the thrusts were still solid, muscular, his grunts deep and resonant. Charlene was astonished at the amount of cum he was giving her, her primal instincts making her reach for his powerful hips, stopping him so she could suck him properly, guzzling, drinking, milking every last drop from within him.
Watching the super hot, super messy cumming, Vanessa said, "You've been holding out on us, girl," and then Gunner started machine-gun fucking her from below, the way the porn men like to do. Vanessa screamed her happiness, and just a few moments later she had a powerful, stuttering orgasm, her cowgirl fucking suddenly wild and bouncing, her disjointed vocalizations half laugh and half howl.
Kendra was right there, too, in orgasm territory, still bent at the waist, still with hands on the couch's arm. Zeke was giving her the kind of fucking she loved — a hard-spanking beginning that left her brown ass cheeks dark-cherry red and raw, followed by steady, deep, endless thrusts to her pink insides, the kind of fucking that triggers orgasms in her that are deep and endless. Her lovely body rocked into Zeke's steady rhythm, and her orgasms came, one after another, then another, thrilling Zeke, keeping him ferociously hard, making him cum, deep inside. Kendra felt it, the new throbbing, just as her third orgasm hit, just as she lost control. With her voice shrieking and her pussy squirting, Zeke fucked her black-lipped pussy, his deep plunges flushing out his cum in a wild wet mess that felt like the purest ecstasy.
The swapping continued. Charlene took Zeke next, sixty-nining him back to hardness, using his cock to smear Calvin's cum, still dripping from her cheeks and chin, into a shining face cream. Kendra sixty-nined Gunner, up on the soft couch, and Vanessa mounted Calvin that way, down on the floor near her husband. On the TV the movie played on, nearly finished, completely ignored. The six friends proved insatiable, fucking and coupling every which-way, without a thought about time or the world outside.
It was Calvin who brought the three girls together in a sexual way, knowing as he did that Kendra had some experience at 'girl stuff', years ago. "Gunner, fuck her from behind while she eats your wife's pussy," Calvin said, with mischief in his eyes and in his smile. It was a Wait, what? moment for Charlene, but after a moment's thought she giggled and spread her legs. It seemed decadent to her, but after fucking three men twelve different ways she was well primed for even more decadence. On her back on the floor, propped up on her elbows, she watched Gunner and she watched Kendra, the threeway chain surreal. But the feel of it was very real, a pussy licking of the first order, decidedly feminine, decidedly wonderful. Charlene relaxed her arms and lay flat, eyes closed, and the orgasm washed through her like bubbling hot blood, tingling every molecule in her body.
Vanessa watched intently, her lifelong curiosity in womanly sex piqued as never before. Even though it wasn't, it felt like a now or never moment to her, so she straddled Charlene's head, facing away from Kendra and Gunner, and on hands and knees she lowered her well-used pussy to Charlene's licking tongue. Calvin went to the front of her, his cock in her mouth making it a five-way chain, and Zeke joined Gunner, tag-team fucking Kendra's sexy dark pussy until she came like the devil. Charlene came like the devil, too, and Vanessa vibrated, mumbling orgasmic noises onto her mouthful of Calvin's balls.
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Moving-out day dawned sunny and warm. Well exhausted from their wild night, everyone slept soundly, even in the too-warm heat of their un-airconditioned rooms. The landlord stopped by early to apologize, taking the repairman to the outdoor equipment that needed fixing.
All packed and ready to go, no one spoke of the unbridled, carnal swinger sex that had consumed every fiber of their beings for more than three hours the night before. It wasn't that they were trying to hide from it or forget it — their coy looks and freer touches and hugs said everything was all right — it just wasn't something that was easy to talk about. Not yet anyway. Going full swinger with their husbands was one thing, a very big thing, but it was the fun between the girls — the kissing, yes, the girl/girl kissing had been as profound as anything, and the pussy eating, the ass fingering, the tit play. Girl on girl, ever so new and wonderful. The former 'just friends' were so much more all of a sudden. It was hard for the three of them to get a grip on it, so soon. In one fell swoop Vanessa and Charlene had become bi-sexual, and Kendra had rekindled her own love of it. Their three-person 'clique' in the teacher's lounge would never be the same. In a good way, they all hoped.
"I can't believe how nice this week was, the weather, and the place. We should come back," Vanessa said.
"Maybe we can make it an annual thing," Kendra said.
Charlene's agreement was shyer, more bashful. "Yeah, and...maybe...we could do it more often? Maybe something during spring break? We could...go further south, where it's warmer."
Warmer sounded good to everybody. The hotter the better. Calvin had the last word. "Hell, we got months of warm left, right at home. How about a pool party at our place, next weekend. Zeke, you bring the movie."
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