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This story includes all sorts of sexual combinations between two men and two woman. If that's not your thing, move on. The characters don't use condoms but you should.

Introduction

I had to get away. This stupid town was getting to me. Things were closing in, the walls of my apartment seemed like a c-clamp on my life. Things were getting weird. And as Hunter Thompson said, "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." The time had come to turn pro.

However much I wanted to run, I found that I was hesitant to go out, not because it was over one hundred degrees outside, but that I wanted to avoid my nosy neighbors peeking from their windows waiting to pounce. Lately, all the gossip had me wishing I was invisible, And hiding in the air conditioning had become old. Like I said, I had to get away, if just for a few days. I needed to go just long enough to recall my self and my needs. Someplace like the end of the world would work. Now where could I find it? Would Siri know? I boldly left my apartment, iPhone in hand.

In the three years I had lived in (what I shall call) Buttfuck, Florida, I had not explored the Gulf Coast as much as I would have liked. I could go north to the nudist resorts, that would certainly dispel my miasma. But no, I wanted more palm trees, I want isolation, I wanted distraction so I headed south, not knowing where I would end up. I had a wallet full of credit cards, all I had to find was a bed on which to crash. I had a cooler with me, snacks, beach gear, some weed and everything I would need for a few days in case a search party came looking. Where could I go where they wouldn't look?

I wended my way south taking all the roads closest to the water and the barrier islands, occasionally driving parallel. I stopped at a few beaches. I stopped for some shrimp at a little tiki bar. While some of these islands and keys were built up and lined with high-rise condominiums, there were others that were idyllic; deserted and quiet. Those tranquil keys are what directed me. Like a rolling stone, I really loved having no direction known.

I was driving through Fort Myers when I saw an immense liquor store, a mall unto itself. I was giddy when I found my favorite French wine, a Chinon blend, and it was on sale! I stocked up immediately. I felt that this was a good omen.

By about 6:00 pm, I was searching for a hotel in the city of Naples, down at the bottom of Florida. I'd realized that I had money and credit cards and I could stay wherever I wanted. I was disappointed to find that the hotels were very expensive. Also, they weren't by the water which I wanted. I wanted the desert island experience. Naples seemed too ostentatious, showy and pretentious for my tastes. Marco Island was worse. No, this was hardly the end of the world.

I pulled up my iPhone and poked around to get a hotel app. I found places on the beaches of Sanibel and Captiva Islands, about fifty miles away. I called one place and they said they had something for me so I headed back north. About forty minutes later, I was on Sanibel Island and pulling into the SeaSide Bungalows.

"You the guy that called? I have a unit near the road," the grizzly old manager said.

"Well, I really want quiet. Do you have something on the water? I'm really looking for my own private Margaritaville - the end of the world, so to speak. I don't want to hear anything, I want tranquility."

"Hmmm," his grizzled face smiled, "I don't have anything like that but one of our sister properties might. Let me make a call."

I walked down to the water and surveyed the shore. Sanibel is one of the few beaches on which leashed dogs are allowed and there were several off-leash puppies enjoying the water. I scanned the beach and the horizon. I was right in the midst of the resorts and even though it was off-season, there were plenty of people around. I was doubting my luck as I walked back to the office.

"Drive up to the top of the island to Blind Pass. The Spindrifter has something for you."

I headed up a few miles to a bunch of little bungalows on the both sides of the narrow tip of the island. The gulfside and bayside here were only separated by about a quarter of a mile.

"I got a bungalow for you. It's under the little bridge that takes you to Captiva. Go take a look."

The bungalow was a very luxurious, with all the appointments. I assumed it would cost a lot but paying a lot of money for a troll's house under the bridge didn't cut it for me...and then there was the road noise off the bridge. I realized that I was being very picky and maybe even pushing it. But what the hell, you take your best shot.

Aside: I am very picky when it comes to hotel rooms. Never, ever take the first room offered. Most likely this room will be near the elevator or near the ice machine and management wants to get rid of it first. Refuse it. They will give you a song and dance but stand firm. Be tough. If you turn a couple of rooms down, they will find you a good room. They will satisfy you. It always works. Now, back to the story.

"I don't know. It's not what I'm looking for."

"Well, what is that?"

I gave him the whole "lost in paradise/Margaritaville" spiel and he smiled, too. "Hold on a second."

He made a phone call. "Okay. Go over the bridge and head for The Waters resort. See Melissa."

I thanked him and again headed north. It was closing in on sunset and I wanted to plant myself somewhere already. Within five minutes, I pulled into a very fancy resort on the bay side of Captiva Island. Melissa was in the office expecting me. She was a pretty coleen probably around the mid-forties. I couldn't help but notice her deeply tanned cleavage, her killer bod, her freckles and her smiling face.

"Sam tells me that you are looking to escape, is that right?"

"Very much so. What have you got?"

"I have something that you are going to like, I promise. Come with me."

We hopped into an electric cart and drove one hundred yards down the road before turning into a small lane on the ocean side. We pulled up to half dozen ocean-front bungalows nestled under palm trees. Now this was more like it. But was I willing to piss a lot of money away for a few nights? This would probably cost my left nut. I had my doubts.

"Let me show you the cabins. The one in the middle is the Hospitality Room with ice and vending machines. Take the furthest cabin north, it's the most isolated. None of the other cabins are occupied at this time."

"Why? This is an awesome spot."

"Well, we just completely renovated them. No one has stayed in them yet. Occupancy starts next week."

We turned to check it out just as the sun was setting into the gulf. We stood mesmerized as the flaming orange ball dropped into the sea, streaking the sky with reds, blues, yellows and purples.

"Wow. That was spectacular!"

"Yes," she said, "I never tire of it. It's so beautiful."

We walked into the bungalow and I was astonished. It was newly refurbished and ultra-comfy, like an old-fashioned New England bed and breakfast. Melissa was talking, "One bedroom, King-size bed, lots of pillows, cable and wi-fi, kitchen (there are coffee set-ups there), bathroom suite, screened in porch...", but I noticed something on the kitchen table. I walked over to it.

"Hmmm...my lost shaker of salt!", I was smitten, "I'm afraid to ask...how much per night?"

"Gee, that's a good one. We just finished the redos and nobody has slept in them yet. Let's see...you can only stay until Sunday night because all of these are booked solid for several months...mmmm...This goes for five hundred dollars a night in season, more on holidays...you can test it out for me...how about one hundred nineteen a night because I like your style?"

I did a double take! "Whoa! Where do I sign? What's the gimmick?"

Melissa laughed and shook her red hair. "There is none. I just feel like you're a good fit to test out our new accommodations. I use my intuition. I like your motivation. Enjoy yourself. I'll be here if you need me. I'll have housekeeping put you on the list." We took care of the necessary paperwork quickly and I took the key.

A cooling breeze came up off the gulf and I sighed. Yeah, this was it. This bungalow was the absolute shit. I emptied my car and moved in. I found the bathroom, a sleek black-tiled affair with a large glass shower enclosure obviously designed for honeymooners. Yes, in no time, I was comfortable.

The sky was a bowl of stars, a dome of twinkles and intermittent streaks. There was a law banning lights on the beach because of nesting sea turtles. The house lights were barely lit. It was so quiet, the only sounds were the small waves lapping the sand. It was still very warm, too. It was about ninety degrees at eleven o'clock. Naked, I stretched on a lounger, poured a glass of wine, noshed on some snacks and filled my pipe with sweet weed. Ah, paradise! I couldn't believe my good luck. My mind flowed with possibilities and fantasies In the naked outdoors, cares and tensions miles away and the fresh briny air wrapping around me made everything drift away. I unwound and drifted off at one with the world.

Day One

The morning came and I was sprawled out on the bed. I looked at my iPhone and it read eleven o'clock. The sun was high in the sky. I had wasted the morning. No, I didn't waste it. I really needed that sleep, my first good one in weeks. While my coffee brewed, I threw on a pair of shorts and walked out on the beach. I opened the door and was hit with hot, humid air. It had to be one hundred degrees. I turned the overhead fans on in the porch. I was dripping sweat in no time.

Surprisingly, it was much cooler along the water, only about thirty yards from the bungalow. Since no one was in sight, I dropped my shorts and waded into the warm, blue gulf. How I do love being naked, not to mention, skinny-dipping. After a while of swimming and drifting around, I remembered my coffee. I was holding my shorts when I walked through the stand of palms. I never heard the electric cart.

"I see you've got the island fever. Good morning." Melissa sat in the electric cart not twenty feet away and staring at my soft cock hanging down between my legs.

Having not seen her, I jumped at the sound of her voice. I placed my shorts in front of my crotch. "You really surprised me! You'll have to excuse me."

"Oh no, not at all. I love it! I see naked people around all the time. In fact, one of them might be me!" She laughed and I immediately thought of counting all those freckles on that red coleen but was just a mental flash.

"Well, can I help you? I have coffee brewing. And it's fucking hot out here..."

I dashed into the house, flashing me ass on the way in. I heard her giggle. Properly attired, I returned to find Melissa standing outside next to the lounger and staring at my pipe. I raced outside and scooped it up. "I'm sorry. I seem to be breaking all the rules."

"Honestly, I don't care what you do here as long as nothing is destroyed. Smoke dope, walk around naked...there's no one here and who cares. Just leave me a hit." We walked into the house.

"Whew, it's hot today. Do you want a hit on the pipe?"

"I'd love to but not while I'm working. I just stopped by to see if you needed anything. I'm going over to the market. But if you'll hold that offer, my partner, Silvio, and I will come by tonight. Maybe we'll stay overnight in Number Three." She stood in thought on the threshold for a moment. "The porch fans will make it better, you'll see, it'll cool off."

"Wait a second. Wanna take me over to the general store? I'll get some supplies, too."

"Sure. It's just up the road."

We talked on the way while I took casual glances at her ample cleavage. I asked if she had always lived there and I found out that she came for a vacation fifteen years ago and never left. She was an acupuncturist and a masseuse; a holistic girl. She told me that she was a wild hippie child when she first arrived. She hooked up with Silvio ten years ago. He's an artist. They have no kids. This time of the year, the island is very quiet and peaceful and it is her favorite time of the year. I listened intently and wasn't even distracted by her casual, naturally loose style. I also got that she was letting me see her rack.

The General Store had everything I needed. I picked up a couple of prepared dishes from the cold box, got a quart of milk, grabbed some nosh and headed toward the counter. A display with tee-shirts caught my eye and I had to have "I found my lost shaker of salt on Captiva Island." Perfect.

We drove back and it was my turn to give her a thumbnail bio. I told her that I was a writer struggling on my latest project and that I might write today. I was tired of my surroundings and needed to find peace. I asked her where there was a good place to eat and she suggested some places on Andy Rosse Street in the center of the little town. Soon, we were back at the bungalow and I was finally going to have my coffee. We bid a friendly goodbye and a "see you later."

My day was nothing short of perfect. I punctuated the afternoon by swimming in the warm clear waters. The water temperature was in the high eighties, like a warm bath and very relaxing. I also wrote two good paragraphs and my imagination felt free and un-tethered. By late afternoon, I was in the cool shade of the porch sucking wine and weed. I heard the electric cart whir this time and fortunately, I threw on my shorts.

"Hey, want to go to dinner with us? We'll pick you up at six, okay?" I nodded and she was gone. In my haze, my mind wandered to Melissa's pubic hair and imagined that it was red, too. I'm so bad.

Promptly at six, Melissa and Sylvio pulled in. "Come on, let's go," she said.

"Sylvio, Ray. Ray, Sylvio." Sylvio was a handsome, lanky Italian. Slim. No ass.

"You are the castaway with a bag of herb, yes?" Sylvio's continental accent was very pronounced and yet endearing.

"Yes, that is correct. After dinner, we'll come back and imbibe."

"I think you are my kind of man."

Dinner was outside on the deck of The Funky Monkey. We had a bunch of interesting appetizers like Duck Fingers, Buttermilk Shrimp and cold brew to wash it down. I learned that Sylvio had found his way to the island by luck and sheer happenstance. He was traveling the states itinerantly painting when he was hired to paint a mural on an outside wall in Captiva. It's still there. It became the rage of the island and so Sylvio found himself with all sorts of work. He opened a studio and now, thirty years later, he creates art that is sold in galleries around the country. I admired that because he found a way to live on the island. I found his storytelling to be exuberant and theatrical, full of personality.

"How was this place twenty, thirty years ago?"

"It was not much different...less houses...only one hotel...a very tight little community. And every year, we'd add a new character or two. One was me, one was Silvio. Sil, tell Ray how you seduced me."

He grinned, "Oh, but men don't share such stories. And are you sure that I seduced you? It seems to me that maybe you were too easily seduced."

"Yeah, you had me at buon giorno. And, maybe, it was a mutual seduction. I was a wild child..." She left the thought hanging.

We whirred back to the bungalow. It was about seven-thirty, still hot (maybe ninety) and still sunny with a blue, cloudless sky. I opened a bottle of wine and lit the bowl. Melissa had brought Margarita mix and a bottle of Cuervo Especiale. She sat them down in the kitchen.

"So how did you sleep last night? Was the bed okay?"

"I slept like a baby. The bed is awesome. I fell out looking at the stars. It was just what I needed. I can't thank you enough."

"She was attracted to you," said Silvio. "That sealed the deal. And, I must tell you, that when she saw your cock today..."

"Silvio! I can't believe you said that!"

"So, it's not true? You described it in detail...the way it was hanging down, the whole thing."

"Silvio!"

Sensing her discomfort, I spoke up. "Melissa, it's okay. I'm not surprised that you caught me naked. I was naked all day. I could easily become a nudist. I guess you could say that I'm an opportunistic naturist."

"To be honest, Silvio and I are frequently nude on this stretch of beach."

The wine and the weed were kicking in. Silvio and Melissa were sort of falling into each other. I was sliding down the lounger like a long oozing gel. And the sun was now setting. What a scene.

"I never could understand why Floridians aren't naturally nude all the time with this fucking heat and humidity. The Indians had it right, greeting the Conquistadors in their birthday suits. They should have kept it that way."

"You learn to wear less," offered Silvio. "I usually wear a tee shirt, shorts and underwear."

"I don't even wear underwear," I said.

"My balls sweat..."

"Jesus, Silvio!"

"I'm just saying."

"Boxers or Tighty-Whities?" I asked with a big smile.

"Now, you, too?" she said exasperately but I could tell that she was enjoying this.

"You have it worse," I said, "with so much more to wear..."

"Si," said Silvio, "with those beautiful breasts encased all day. Your tits must sweat, too!" He had a nice way with words.

"Of course, they do." Under her tank-top, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, pulling it out of her shirt. "Now that feels a lot better!" I couldn't agree more as I ogled her shamelessly.

We laid on the lounges and listened to the quiet. Without a moon above, the silence seemed stronger and more like a force existing in negative space. I relit the bowl. And then, I felt the heat and humidity all at once. Wow, here it was night and I was still stuck to my shirt, which I pulled off. I took another hit and passed it to Silvio, who took a long toke and then suddenly bounded out of the lounger and ran over to his cart.

"This heat is bullshit. I'm going for a swim." He'd retrieved a lantern from the cart. He set it down on the lounger and stripped off his shirt. Next came his shorts revealing a little black bikini number that flatters thin Italian men with no asses.

"Go for it, baby!" cried Melissa.

He smiled, did a pirouette, and shed his drawers. As I said, this guy had no ass. When he turned around, I took a good look at his average-sized, thin, uncut dick. "Ta da!" He picked up the lantern and headed down to the beach watching for nesting turtles.

"Now that's not a bad idea! Silvio, wait up!" I got up and stripped down. It was quick - no underwear. I looked at Melissa and said, "We've been here before." I raced away.

"I'll get towels." I heard her call out as I caught up to Silvio, who was at the water's edge setting the lantern down.

"It's a good thing there are no rays around now so you don't have to dance in the water, they're further up north now. Nothing to worry about except maybe shark." He jumped into the water laughing with me close behind. I dove in and promptly crashed into him, my hands thrashing about. He yelled, "Hey, don't grab my ass!"

I laughed so hard. "I'm sorry but I couldn't find it!" I got my balance back and started to swim parallel to the shore, still laughing.

"I didn't tell you to stop!"

Melissa was coming, carrying another lantern. When she set it down, I could see her body in a backlit silhouette."Hey, you two, if there's gonna be anyone playin' grabass, it'll be me. And don't you forget that!" She jumped into the water and immediately goosed Silvio.

"What is with everyone and my ass?"

"I love your little ass," taking a deep grab as he squealed.

"Hey, cut that out. Get a room!"

After about fifteen minutes of stoned goofy touchy-feely play in the bath-water-with-waves, we trudged back to the bungalow. I wrapped myself in a towel and sat down. I drank down my glass of wine and lit up. We were sitting around a small table on the porch. I was surprised that neither Melissa nor Silvio had covered themselves. I could not help but look at them and their parts. Melissa was covered in freckles like a good redhead I knew she'd be. Her large breasts gently sloped up to gracefully taper into perfectly pointy pink nipples. Yes, they were perfection. Under her left breast was a small tattoo of a heart under a palm tree. Her flat stomach led to a small trimmed triangle of red curls, followed by a shaved labia, accenting large pink lips. I mentally trailed down her long legs when she cleared her throat.

"Ahem. My eyes are up here!" She was giggling.

"I'm sorry - no, I'm not sorry. In this dim light, I gobbled you up and I'm not sorry. I should really turn up the lights."

"She is beautiful, isn't she? She is my muse."

"Be careful, Silvio, the muse is known to be fickle."

"Oh, I don't worry about that. Perhaps, she is a butterfly."

"I am a butterfly. That's why I love this place. I'm the norm here."

I reached for the bottle of wine and the towel slipped. I stood frozen for a moment. She giggled, "Free Willie!" I shrugged and sat back down.

"Hey, my eyes are up here!" I smiled at them.

"You have a nice penis. I approve. Don't you think, Silvio?"

"Yes, my dear. It would be a good body to draw, I think."

"Goll-ee. I've never modeled before." The idea actually thrilled me. I wondered what this old body might appear in an artist's vision.

"Let me sketch, okay. Just a few minutes, I promise. Okay with you, baby?" I loved his accent. "Bayyyy-bee." He ran over to his cart. "Let's go inside."

We collected our stuff and went inside. The air conditioning hit us like an Alaskan breeze. Melissa's nipples popped out. She ran directly into the shower and turned it on. "Come in here!"

Standing next to her as the warm water streamed over us. I couldn't but get an erection. I mean, this was a "grower." I mean, here I was, inches away from these fabulous tits. Melissa looked down, grinned and flitted out to her towel. I shrugged.

Melissa poured some tequila shots. Silvio was in the bedroom with a large sketchpad, a small portable easel and some charcoal. "Stand over here. Here. Just stand normally." He walked around me, studying me and commenting to himself. Melissa handed us the shot glasses and sat across from us on the bed. "You're hard. Good. Melissa, yes?"

"Melissa, yes." She giggled.

He turned me in a few positions. I let him. His touch was soft but directional and guiding. My erection had eased somewhat and now I hung straight down. Silvio liked that pose and sketched rapidly.

"He's soft, honey. Want me to fluff him?" Melissa said this and my cock sprang up.

"No, not yet. I'm getting a nice cock here."

This patter amused me. "It's always nice to me."

"No, I mean it. It has nice proportion and weight. It is a good cock."

This talk about my cock was causing it to stir again. Across from me, Melissa spread her legs and squeezed her breasts which did not help my cock.

"Melissa!" She laughed. I walked over to the bottle and poured three more shots.

"I have to let my dick subside. Take a break." I went to the porch and lit a cigarette. Melissa was right behind me while Silvio worked on his drawings.

"Isn't this place great, Ray?"

"Sure is, Melissa. This was exactly what I was looking for. Also, your naked bodies were a pleasant surprise."

"I'm glad you like it. Gimme a drink and some smoke and I lose what modesty I have. Silvio and I are really hippies, you know. We're what's left of a creative group that believed in having fun. It lasted a long time on this island. Now, we alone keep the spirit alive."

"How so?"

"By being loose and free. Not monitored. It's a great way to live. In fact, we fixed up these bungalows for intimate "Friends of The Waters". That's how we keep our fun alive."

"I'm honored. Honestly, I'm having lots of fun standing here next to your bodaciousness while your ol' man is inside adding details to my dick."

She took a firm grip of my shaft and said, "Soon" and walked back inside. I finished my smoke and returned.

"Here, look at these." He showed me a couple of profiles that had some interesting style and he also showed me some studies; a few of my cock, a few of my ass, a few of my torso. "Will you let me do a few more?" I started to refuse him, I wanted to grab Melissa but he pulled me over to where I stood before. I didn't put up much resistance. He was mumbling to himself as he sketched.

He walked around me. Every so often, he would touch me. Once, while he was sketching my semi-soft organ, he touched it and held it. "Hmm. You shave your balls. It's nice." He said this while stroking me. "Bend over!"

"Huh?"

"Bend over. Touch your toes."

I bent over with my ass facing Melissa. Silvio sketched my ass and reached in to spread my legs. He sketched some more. I hummed like I was bored. I heard Melissa shift in the bed. Suddenly, a soft hand trailed down the crack of my ass, circled my rosebud and then cradled my balls. Another hand caressed my ass cheeks. When his hand stroked my shaft, I groaned.

"You like that, don't you, Ray?" said Melissa, watching from the bed.

I straightened up immediately. I gently removed Silvio's hand and said, "Yes, I like it but you'll excuse me if I have to take a leak?"

They laughed. I left. My urulogist would have given me high scores in bladder release had it not been for the hard on through which I was pissing. Upon my return, I found Silvio in bed nursing a nipple. Melissa tapped the bed next to her. The thought occurred to me that yes, I would tap that. I slid in next to her and took my place on her right breast. Silvio and I were gently sucking her when she groaned. She suddenly sat up, reached over to the night table and picked up the remote.

"What are you doing?"

"Just wait." Suddenly, the lights dimmed to a soft glow. The TV/Cable system was playing reggae. "This is better." She put the remote back and to a swig of her wine. "Now, where were we?"

I leaned back and stroked her from her cheek down to above her knee. I returned true north detouring around the goods at her little rest stop. I sucked her nipple into my mouth like a hungry newborn. She arched her back in appreciation. A hand took a long, gentle tour of Little Elvis, pausing to admire the crown of the King. The hand repeated this motion several times.

My own hand was busy. At first, I gently cupped her vulva just to feel her squirm and squish against me. She rocked her crotch so my fingers fell into her outer lips and then she rocked into them again and my fingers went deeper. I felt a shift in the bed and then a mouth on my cock. Silvio had enough of his appetizer. It was time for the main course.

I moved myself so that he could continue blowing me and I planted my head squarely into her juicy cunt. She rotated around on Silvio in order to complete the daisy chain. My cock was getting the royal treatment it so rightly deserved as he swallowed my seven-plus inches. Her juices were splashing my face. Silvio was pushing against her as she bathed his nutsack, taint and rosebud. This was hot.

"Switch," She said, moving to take me orally. Silvio's head was under her butt. I took to his dick like a lollipop, slurping it and stroking it. It was thinner and smaller than mine but it was elegant; the pulled-back foreskin exposed his purple majesty in all its glory. I enjoyed it, every bit of it. And he appreciated it, too. I could tell. I was able to take all of him in, even down to his scrotum.

We must have been in that position for about a half hour when I pulled myself out of the bed. "Pee Again?"

"No. Wine and a joint and a break. My mouth is sore."

"Good idea."

Standing outside on the porch, we imbibed. Melissa placed her hand on my chest and tenderly caressed my nipple. "We haven't had a real threesome with a guy in several years. This is fun. I like how we're in no rush."

"Si. Very sensual."

"I'm loving that aspect, too. Let's enjoy this to the max."

"Have you ever had a threesome before?" I admitted that I had and it was my favorite way to enjoy pleasure, especially uninhibited pleasure.

She was quiet but then reached down and tugged my cock. "It's like free love...is back...like hippies, do you know what I mean? It feels good with you. Are you enjoying it?"

"I am indeed." I was idly stroking and tweaking her nipple. Silvio, who was now on his knees between my thighs, was also enjoying himself. Man, he really loved my cock.

"He looks so good in that position, doesn't he?" Silvio had me down his throat, his nose in my pubes. "He loves to suck. He'll suck anyone, no offense to you, but I swear he will..." She paused a moment, "But then, so will I..."

"Make that three of us. I love this freedom. How do you feel about fucking?"

We went back to bed with the intention of producing some mighty orgasms now. It was all a flurry of bodies connecting exquisitely. She rode my cock, his cock was between our mouths. I felt her squeezing and drawing me in deeper. I sawed her in the missionary while he licked and fingered our assholes. She erupted in frantic bucking with sticky juices gushing from her hole. I pulled out and sprayed her stomach with an artful spread of pearly goo. Silvio took my place in her pussy and began to lick my cum off her body. He shared it with her. She shared it with me.

"Fuck me, Ray. Fuck me while I fuck her. Fuck me, too."

He needn't have asked me twice. No need to beg for it. My cock was still hard. I spit on his already wet anus and easily slipped in. This highway was multi-lane and obviously had been seriously traveled before. I pushed in until I was a deep as I could get but then he squeezed his sphincter around me and I swear, another inch slipped in rubbing against his prostate. We now got into a steady rhythm of him in, me out, her in, me-in, him-out with her arching up every other beat. We were all sweating profusely. Silvio came first with a bunch of thrusts that slapped my balls against his ass and caused Melissa to shout, "Yes...yes...faster..." She was cumming. He began to pump his cum into her, I held his hips in place. His sphincter was squeezing with each burst and it felt divine. When at last he squeezed hard, I let loose a volley into his bowels. He pushed into Melissa until I completed my encore. He collapsed upon Melissa and I on him.

We stayed like this for a few minutes until Silvio quietly said, "That was the best, most intense cum I ever had. No, really."

"Oh, come on, you always say that. When isn't it the best ever? But I have to say, it was mighty good."

"I give it a five-star rating. These accomodations are terrific!" I got untangled and headed to the bathroom again. When I returned, they were asleep. I turned off all the lights and walked out on the porch, lighting a smoke. I thought about this amazing spot and how lucky I was to find it. And I only had two more days of it.

To be continued...

Due to the length of this story, I had to cut it in half. Day Two and Day Three will follow (and they are steamier!).

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