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After the excitement of the night before, we dozily lie in and sleep through lunch and the early afternoon, waking in each other’s arms, refreshed and relaxed and with our energy back again.
The guy we met last night, John, is staying in town for a few days, and as we got along so well, we decide to catch up again. He has a few clients to meet and so we agree simply to return to his hotel, in the late afternoon. We all meet up an hour before sunset, and with the warmth of summer on us, head to the open-air rooftop bar.
It’s a lovely cool evening with a soft breeze and you decide to wear a sarong and a thin tank top, and heels. We grab a taxi, arrive and take the elevator up. The bar is empty - the lunchtime crowds have left and the evening crowd won’t start arriving for another hour or two - and we find a secluded spot around the corner overlooking the harbour.
John arrives a few minutes later and we sit around a little table. He sees how relaxed we are, and how sensuous you are looking. He says, “Susan, you’re looking so radiant. You’re giving off a very sexy energy today.” You acknowledge his compliment and I softly place my hand on your leg, feeling your thigh through your sarong. I’ve been against your skin for a night and a morning and want to stay close to it. John leans across, and he too places a hand on your other thigh as he did the night before. Already your nipples are stiffening and your getting moist between the legs.
The bar is still deserted and a waiter comes over to take our order. We order Long Island iced teas - the white spirits and the coke are just the charge we feel we want. John asks what we’ve been up to and I don’t know what to say, as the feel of your thigh through your sarong is making my groin feel tight again. You see this, wink at me and give me a gentle squeeze. John is sharing the vibe and slides his hand further down to your calf, so he can feel your bare skin with his fingers. The waiter returns with our drinks and you notice him for the first time: a young tall Italian, broad shouldered, with long strong legs. He puts down our drinks and catches your eye to flirt with you, and as he turns to go you glance discretely and see his tight butt. We both see this though and smile, and John says, “Mark, you haven’t tired Susan out yet, she’s still horny”. A few hours earlier I thought I was spent, but I’m horny again too. I look at your top and see the outline of your bra and, as I always do, imagine the petite brown breasts that I so love to suck on, and wish they were free of your bra. I say, “Susan … can I ask a favour? Would you be game enough to take off your bra?” We are still stroking your thighs and you are feeling tingly and naughty, and against your normal sense of decorum, you quickly glance around, see that no-one is there, and with a quick deft move, unclasp your bra, shuffle out of it and extract it from your top. You push it into your purse. And now I can see the shape of your little breasts under your thin top, and as I watch I see your nipples harden under the cotton and poke through.
John smiles and we go to pick up our glasses to toast our meeting. The alcohol hit is strong, the high coming on quickly, and from feeling sensuous, we are now incredibly excited and can’t keep out hands off each other.
John looks into your eyes and strokes you more firmly and I kiss your earlobe. Again you squeeze my crotch, but harder this time and the pressure is met by my own increasing hardness. My hands go to your nipples and tweak them between my fingers and thumbs. Your pussy is feeling warm and moist underneath your panties, and you widen your legs more and clench your butt on your seat. Your clitoris is starting to throb. The drink comes on stronger and you reach over to me, hold my face in your hands and deeply French kiss me.
For a moment you remember where you are and wonder whether anyone is around, but part of you is so excited that you don’t care. You walk over to the edge of the balcony to overlook the view of the harbour, to catch your breath and to try to stop your knees from shaking as you balance on your heels. You lean over the balcony, resting your elbows on the veranda wall. Your head is swimming with desire, your pussy is twitching and despite trying to appear as a demure lady, your mind is overwhelmed with images of our cocks and how last night they rubbed against you and pushed into you, and how eagerly your holes accepted them.
As you stare into the space ahead, you feel two hands lightly touch your butt cheeks, then slide softly but with pressure over your hips and waist. They find the gap between the top of your sarong and the bottom of your tank top, and slide under them and up, coming to rest against your breasts. You glance down and they are my hands, and before you have time to turn around I kiss the back of your neck and then gently bite it, letting my teeth softly press into you. Your clitoris throbs and you are almost in paralysis, feeling captivated by an intensity of desire and touch.
And then my hands slide out from underneath your tank top and back down over your waist and your hips, and you hear a soft rustle of belt buckle and denim. You remain leaning over the balcony, your elbows resting on it as your breath quickens. Then you feel my hands at your calves and in a quick movement, your sarong is pulled up around your hips. And then one of my hands reaches between your legs, my fingers rubbing your pussy, wetting them, and from that position I stretch my fingers and splay the bottom of your arse cheeks, exposing your wet cunt. You take a deep intake of breath and are about to turn around to make me stop, but it is too late for you, and in the next moment you feel the swollen head off my cock pushing against your pussy, and then pushing in. You take a deep gasp and as you do so, my cock thrusts up in and in, up to the hilt, and tour pussy grips and clenches around my shaft.
Without looking around, you brace yourself with your hands and steady yourself on the balls of your feet, pressing into the floor in your heels so that your bottom pushes more into the air, making your arse more easily available to me as I strengthen and lengthen my thrusts. I look down as I take you, seeing your tight round butt and my cock plunging in between your cheeks, and I feel so excited that I know I won’t last long and don’t even want to. I’m taking you and I want to fill you up with my cock and then with my seed. You sense this and push your arse back to meet my thrusts and as you do, the tops of your thighs brush against my balls, making them even tighter and my goal more urgent. I steady myself and reach a hand around, sliding two fingers into your crotch until they are over your clitoris, and rub and lightly flick it as I thrust ever harder. You steady yourself more as your own orgasm builds and you feel the luxury of an orgasm unfolding without you using your own hands, being taken, mastered, freed, and then you explode, spasming around my cock as you hold on to stay steady. You cry out involuntarily, and then ultimately the throbs start to subside. As they do, you feel mine build. All my muscles stiffen and my thrusts increase and as you hold yourself in position I let out a deep grunt and I too release, spurting into you in huge, juddering lunges. Your little butt is cloven by a stiff glistening cock, and as I subside and pull out, a large blob of white semen falls out of you and then a long steam dribbles down the inside of your leg.
You stare down at the ground, catching your breath and your composure. Your nipples are stiff, your sarong is around your waist and as you look down you can see a trail of my semen running down to your knee, and a small pool in between your feet that has dripped from your pussy. You are still in your heels but your legs are trembling, and behind you I’m pulling up my jeans, spent.
You stay leaning against the edge of the veranda. Your legs are trembling and you need the support to stay steady. You remain wantonly exposed to the world. I pull up my trousers and walk back to the table and sit down. “Your turn”, I say to John. He gets up and walks over. A stream of my come dribbles down the inside of your left leg. John undoes his belt, unhitches his cock from his underpants, and parts your cheeks. Your pussy is raw and swollen and covered in come. He shoves his cock into you and feels his balls up against your arse, then starts thrusting. He grabs your arse cheeks, then slides his hands up and down the front of your thighs. He feels he can m***** you any way you want, and roams his hands further inside your blouse, up to your braless breasts, rubbing his fingers over your swollen nipples. He hears the faintest murmur from your lips but you still look ahead with a thousand mile stare, pretending to enjoy the view.
Only now, as he plunges into your cunt, he feels one of your hands reach around. It reaches for his cock, gripping around the base, feeling it slide in and out at the point where your bodies meet. Then you shift your bottom slightly, in towards the wall, so that he slides out of you, and you keep his cock in your hand, rubbing the head with the wet palm of your hand. And then grips it again, and with a subtle repositioning directs it towards your other hole. His wet cock provides the necessary lubrication as he applies pressure to the barrier, and then he is in, and this time extracts from you a moan. Your tight ring clenches him. Your pussy juices and come and smeared through you crack and you can feel it against his balls as he impales you. The more he fucks you, the more you loosen up, and a juddering of you legs reveals that another orgasm is tearing through you. And as you do, he stiffens and releases, shooting his come deep into your rectum. Your knees feel as though they are about to buckle and he holds you up, then turns you around to support you, and you both kiss and then start to put your clothes back in order.
You start to walk back to the table, but all of a sudden you stop in your tracks, shocked. Out of the corner of your eye you see, against the wall on the corner, standing perfectly still, the Italian waiter. Has he seen what has been going on? Has he been there the whole time? Or has he just arrived? You glance at him but his face betrays no emotion. He is out of John’s field of vision, so he wouldn’t know either. Unsteadily you walk with me back to the table. You are still buzzing from the drink, and as you walk, my semen continues to leak from your pussy and run down your thighs. You are so nervous but also still so very horny. With all my strength I can fuck you hard and open you right up, but even then I’m only just warming you up. You need sex, hard sex, and lots of it.
We sit down and you see how excited John is. You meet his eyes and see his lust. You wonder what he would want to do if no-one was around. Just as you are contemplating various obscene thoughts, the waiter comes over. He looks you in the eyes and says, “Did you enjoy that? Around round perhaps?”. He has a twinkle is his blue eyes, which seem to pierce yours. You still don’t know whether he means the drinks or whether he means something else … whether he saw anything … whether he saw all of it! You don’t know what to say. I say to him, “We enjoyed it, very much, thank you. We may well want another round. What do you suggest?” I’m uncertain myself about whether he’s seen us, and look at him closely as I say this, just as he looked last you. Our eyes meet and he see him swallow, and with a little hesitation but also a little cheekiness, says, “I suggest something just as strong”.
Our eyes meet again, and you look up at him standing over you, and then you lower your gaze. And you see the bulge in his pants. It is a large bulge, unmistakeable, and even as you stare at it, you see it twitch and you see the outline of a shaft and a head under his black waiter’s trousers. I see it too, and John sees it too, and you realise that it’s only a foot or so from your face, and more or less on the same level. You seem frozen, and with the tension you could cut the air with a knife.
And then I lean across and kiss you, kiss you deeply with my mouth and you respond. And I again bring my hands to your chest and tweak your nipples, and you melt and inflame all over again. The waiter continues to stand there, entranced. Softly, John reaches over, and reaches for the waiter’s belt buckle, deftly releasing it, before delicately taking the zipper and pulling it down. Then John slides the waiter’s trousers down, revealing white briefs barely containing a massive bulge. John takes the band of his underpants, lifts it back, and exposes the waiter’s cock.
It is huge. The shaft is thick and throbbing, topped by a purple head that seems about to burst. As it is released it makes little jerks. His balls are big and round and full. You pussy spasms at the sight of it but you have no idea how you are going to get it all into your mouth, let alone your pussy, no matter how wet and well fucked it already is.
He is staring at you and as he unfreezes, takes your top and lifts it over you head. In turn this awakens you, and you lean into him, and tentatively take his cock into your hands. You kiss the head and lick the shaft, and it jerks even more. You cram the head in your mouth, slobbering over it and taking your saliva to wet your hands and the shaft as you slowly start to pump it. We are all entranced. Your clit is throbbing and your pussy continues to glisten with my semen. The waiter reaches down and kisses you, and you gaze into his deep blue eyes. As the kiss ends, you stand up to embrace him again. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling his iron shoulders and huge biceps underneath his shirt. His pants are around his ankles and he slides off his shoes and steps out of his trousers and underpants. His fingers feel for your pussy and roughly m***** you, but you are too hot and wet and throbbing to care. In the meantime, I stand up and reach for your sarong, finding the tie and releasing it from your body so that you are entirely naked except for your heels.
You squat down in front of him, and with a hand on his cock he guides it into your mouth. You take it to the back of your throat, pumping it slowly with one hand as you cup and squeeze his balls with the other. Squatting in front of him, your cunt is dripping with my semen and your juices, and you remove your hand from his balls and put it between your legs, fingering yourself deeply with two fingers and then, pulling them out and plunging them back in, as the walls of your pussy clench around your knuckles. And as you do this, you feel John’s fingers grope your arse from behind, squeezing the delicious part where the arse cheeks curve into you cunt, and he slides his fingers over your pussy, his fingers drenched in your juices, then fondles your anus and one, then two fingers into it, pushing them in up to his knuckles. A double penetration of his fingers and yours. Feeling completely slutty, you relax your arsehole and bounce on your high heels, pushing down on his fingers as they slide easily in and out, almost as though they were in your pussy. And as you draw your fingers out of your pussy, you rub them furiously over your clit, as you build quickly towards an intense climax. Struggling for breath, you draw your mouth back from the cock stuffed in your mouth, and push your face into his balls, licking and sucking on them wantonly and filling your nostrils with the smell of his cock, and then your orgasm hits and you spasm and tremble and you come over your fingers, his fingers, as you bury your face in his crotch.
Again you reach up to kiss him and he leans down, and this time his cock pushes against your chest. You feel slightly stunned but your cunt is clenching, and your clit is throbbing. I am getting stiff again and John has taken off his jeans and his thick stiff cock is fully exposed. I am so horny and am slowly stroking my cock as I watch you kiss the stud. I wish you would suck me now but you are busy kissing the waiter and he has his fingers in your cunt. John kneels down in front of you and, even as the waiter rubs your clit, nuzzles his face into your pussy and licks you, cleaning you of my come and making you spasm even more. You have no idea what is going to happen next but you are completely lost in the moment.
John and I see you reaching up to the waiter, seeing his big cock rubbing along your chest, and we ourselves are secretly wondering whether you can take all of him. But he is so stiff, so intently horny for you, and you are so entranced by him, with your pussy dripping not only with my come but now also with your own juices, that we feel somehow that we have to help make it possible. John and I glance at each other and almost telepathically we figure out how to solve the problem.
Standing up, we position ourselves either side of you, and we make you put your arms around our shoulders in between us. Each of us slides an arm underneath one of your legs and then we lift you up, so that you are in a human sling, held and supported by us. Your arms around our shoulders, held up, your nipples stiff, your legs held up wide open, your dripping cunt utterly open and exposed, wearing only your high heels. And still your pussy is dripping, your juices running down in between your arse cheeks into your anus.
And then the waiter is standing in front of you. His gigantic, throbbing cock is wet from your saliva, and still jerks into the air. But this time it is facing you directly, and at the same height as your pussy. He steps up close to you and you kiss again, his muscular chest and torso looming over you. Your legs, held by us, are spread wide open, your knees nearly up into your chest. His rock hard cock is up against you, and slowly he presses the shaft against your pussy lips and slides it up and down along your pussy lips, then steadies it with his hand and positions the head up against the entrance to your cunt.
Then he pushes it against you, your pussy begins to stretch and make way. You gasp as you see the massive head start to sink into you. Your pussy feels stretched more than it’s ever been and you feel an intense pressure as the head is forced all the way into you. The waiter pulls back slightly and the ridge of his circumcised cock is again exposed, then he pushes again and is further in, another couple if inches. He is only halfway inside you, but it’s just as well that you are being held in a human sling, as otherwise you’d be almost fainting in whatever position you’d have been in. He steadies himself and starts to take slow strokes. Your pussy is drenched as it wraps and clenches around his massive tool, so deep in you. John and me and holding doubt you can barely feel us, as all you senses are full of this immense wave of pain and pleasure. Almost immediately, you feel a huge orgasm start to build. He starts to slowly thrust longer and harder, you can hardly bear it. Still the shaft has three or four inches outside you, but it makes it even more intense as you can fully see the size of it, impaling you. You can see his strong muscled thighs like tree trunks and his pants around his ankles. He leans forward to kiss you and you open you mouth and entwine your tongue with his greedily. You whole pelvis is upturned and you find yourself grinding back to meet his slow plunges as your climax builds. It starts to arrive, a massive tremor, a wave a vibration, an intense burst of pleasure. You are crying out but you cannot even hear yourself, and you cunt spasms over his big dick as it plunges and plunges into you, relentlessly. The pain subsides and the pleasure surges as you feel yourself almost turned inside out, your body tenses then becomes jelly, your head swims, you almost lose sense of who you are.
As your spasms ease off, he slows his thrusting. You are limp between John and me and gently we sit you down. Your pussy is gaping, dripping pink hole. You glance up and see the waiter standing there still, smiling, his tool glistening with your juices. He looks around and finds a clean white tablecloth and pillows and sets them out and we lift you onto them, a portable little harem bed.
But you have other ideas. Instead, you grab his hand and gesture him to lie down on his back. Shakily you stand up, supported a little by us, and stand astride him. His body shines with perspiration. Then you lower yourself over him, one foot either side of his hips, until you feel him pressing against your entrance once more. You see a fallen Greek god, shoulders, biceps, pecs, abs … and cock. Slowly, you lower yourself onto him. Impaling yourself, seeing and feeling your pussy cloven in two by his rod. You lower yourself halfway down and easy up, then softly bounce down on him a little further. The feeling is insane, you feel so wanton. You lean forward and press your hands on his chest, using it as stability, and you start to roll your hips more, judging the distance so that your little brown butt raises just high enough to expose the ridge of his cut cock, before dropping on him once more, your cunt slurping as it envelops his in a tight clench. You feel filled to the limit and still you are a few inches from having his all inside you. Then you feel John’s hand at your face. You turn slightly and there’s a familiar thing: an open bottle of poppers next you your cheek. He put it under one nostril and you take a deep long hit. Greedily you gesture for more and the bottle moves to your other nostril and you take another hit, emptying your lungs and then filling them again, and holding them. And even then, you signal for more, and repeat the process. You’ve never taken such a big hit at once, and for a few seconds you wait for it. And then it comes on, throbbing, uplifting, crazy. You see my cock and reach for it, it’s super stiff ad you take it into your mouth and suck it hard, as it pushes into the back of your throat. And you reach and find John’s and swap to his. Two stiff cocks are in your face. They must be so close to orgasm, having seen you fucked so hard, and you take your hands and pump them. They sense what you are doing and start to jerk themselves off, the heads of their cocks in front of your face, against your lips, your cheek, and John gives you another hit of popper - too much too soon, but you take it anyway. You start bouncing again, and the waiter meets your thrusts, and you find that your cunt has swallowed more and you are only a couple of inches from the base. You feel another massive orgasm start to build as you grind into him. John’s cock starts to stiffen more and you turn you head to him and wrap your lips around the head. He jerks harder and with a stifled cry starts to come. He pumps his hot sperm into your mouth and you grab harder with your lips as you drink him, sucking and swallowing whilst trying not to cough, but you do and his sperm spills out from you mouth and runs down your chin. The sight of it is so intense that I feel about to explode, and as John winds down he reaches across and grabs my cock and pumps it himself, and you cup my balls with my soft fingers I cannot take any more and step back, and as you watch me, I explode, two big hot jets of come spurting over your chest, white blobs of fluid landing on your tits and sliding, running, slicing over your small breasts. I groan and grunt and spasm, and then I too subside, and place my hands on your shoulders and deep kiss you. I rub my sperm into your breast, tracing the outline of you aureoles with my fingers.
Your face and your chest are covered with semen, and you look so soft and yet a fire is still in your eyes. You feel an urgency, a surge, and like a crazy woman you buck and thrust, and suddenly you feel your bottom land on his pubic bone: you have taken his cock completely inside you. You raise your hips high, right up to his head, then with total abandon slam down onto him up the hilt, bouncing faster and faster as you ride him. I can se you from behind and see his balls press against your arse each you land on him. You are totally impaled but still you are in complete control, and beneath you, you feel his groaning, and lurching upwards to meet your thrusts. You take another popper hit and buck harder, and hear him start to cry out, then you bounce on him one more time before staying right down on him, grinding your hips right into his and your cunt and clit squash tightly into his groin. He cries out and spasms deep inside you, and you clench your pussy harder around him. White foam and fluid flows from you, around his shaft, as his come forces out of you. And at this sight, you start bucking again for you are close to coming yourself. You lift up and then slam down, racing to come as his cock remains hard, and then with a howl you explore over him, shrieking with joy as you spasm over this massive cock. You come in great waves, shuddering uncontrollably, and collapse on top of him, your head in his chest. And you reach for his face and kiss him deeply.
You are almost losing consciousness, but after a few minutes of lost time we gently we lift you back onto you seat and gather your clothes. The waiter stands up and starts to dress, but not before you kiss his cock goodbye, and John and I gather your clothes and start to dress ourselves. But we see that you are so messy, and as the waiter bows to you and leaves, we lay you down on your back and start to wipe off your sweat with a clean napkin. But we also both have the same thought, and we both reach up to your breasts and suck a nipple each, cleaning off our semen with our tongues. You tingle as we do this, and you legs part slightly. I take this as a cue, a suggestion, and lowering myself to your tummy, place little kisses around your navel, and then the top of your mound. And then, repositioning myself, I push your thighs a little wider apart and nuzzle my head into your groin, smelling the deep funky smell of your commingled juices. I bury my face in your cunt and lick you, drinking the juices, cleaning you up of all the waiter’s sperm and the juices you’ve covered him in. I pull your cheeks further apart and push down between your butt, to your anus, and lick and drink you clean. I return to your pussy, and there is still sperm leaking from you, and I push my tongue as far up you as it can go, and open your hole and lick and drink you clean.
Finally you are licked clean, like a cat, and we help you into your clothes, and finish dressing, and slump into our seats. And then we see the first of the evening crowd start to wander in, and as we do, the waiter returns, fully in his professional demeanour, carrying a tray with an ice bucket of champagne and three frosted glasses. Silently he sets them on the table. “Oh the house”, he says, and bows, and leaves.
The guy we met last night, John, is staying in town for a few days, and as we got along so well, we decide to catch up again. He has a few clients to meet and so we agree simply to return to his hotel, in the late afternoon. We all meet up an hour before sunset, and with the warmth of summer on us, head to the open-air rooftop bar.
It’s a lovely cool evening with a soft breeze and you decide to wear a sarong and a thin tank top, and heels. We grab a taxi, arrive and take the elevator up. The bar is empty - the lunchtime crowds have left and the evening crowd won’t start arriving for another hour or two - and we find a secluded spot around the corner overlooking the harbour.
John arrives a few minutes later and we sit around a little table. He sees how relaxed we are, and how sensuous you are looking. He says, “Susan, you’re looking so radiant. You’re giving off a very sexy energy today.” You acknowledge his compliment and I softly place my hand on your leg, feeling your thigh through your sarong. I’ve been against your skin for a night and a morning and want to stay close to it. John leans across, and he too places a hand on your other thigh as he did the night before. Already your nipples are stiffening and your getting moist between the legs.
The bar is still deserted and a waiter comes over to take our order. We order Long Island iced teas - the white spirits and the coke are just the charge we feel we want. John asks what we’ve been up to and I don’t know what to say, as the feel of your thigh through your sarong is making my groin feel tight again. You see this, wink at me and give me a gentle squeeze. John is sharing the vibe and slides his hand further down to your calf, so he can feel your bare skin with his fingers. The waiter returns with our drinks and you notice him for the first time: a young tall Italian, broad shouldered, with long strong legs. He puts down our drinks and catches your eye to flirt with you, and as he turns to go you glance discretely and see his tight butt. We both see this though and smile, and John says, “Mark, you haven’t tired Susan out yet, she’s still horny”. A few hours earlier I thought I was spent, but I’m horny again too. I look at your top and see the outline of your bra and, as I always do, imagine the petite brown breasts that I so love to suck on, and wish they were free of your bra. I say, “Susan … can I ask a favour? Would you be game enough to take off your bra?” We are still stroking your thighs and you are feeling tingly and naughty, and against your normal sense of decorum, you quickly glance around, see that no-one is there, and with a quick deft move, unclasp your bra, shuffle out of it and extract it from your top. You push it into your purse. And now I can see the shape of your little breasts under your thin top, and as I watch I see your nipples harden under the cotton and poke through.
John smiles and we go to pick up our glasses to toast our meeting. The alcohol hit is strong, the high coming on quickly, and from feeling sensuous, we are now incredibly excited and can’t keep out hands off each other.
John looks into your eyes and strokes you more firmly and I kiss your earlobe. Again you squeeze my crotch, but harder this time and the pressure is met by my own increasing hardness. My hands go to your nipples and tweak them between my fingers and thumbs. Your pussy is feeling warm and moist underneath your panties, and you widen your legs more and clench your butt on your seat. Your clitoris is starting to throb. The drink comes on stronger and you reach over to me, hold my face in your hands and deeply French kiss me.
For a moment you remember where you are and wonder whether anyone is around, but part of you is so excited that you don’t care. You walk over to the edge of the balcony to overlook the view of the harbour, to catch your breath and to try to stop your knees from shaking as you balance on your heels. You lean over the balcony, resting your elbows on the veranda wall. Your head is swimming with desire, your pussy is twitching and despite trying to appear as a demure lady, your mind is overwhelmed with images of our cocks and how last night they rubbed against you and pushed into you, and how eagerly your holes accepted them.
As you stare into the space ahead, you feel two hands lightly touch your butt cheeks, then slide softly but with pressure over your hips and waist. They find the gap between the top of your sarong and the bottom of your tank top, and slide under them and up, coming to rest against your breasts. You glance down and they are my hands, and before you have time to turn around I kiss the back of your neck and then gently bite it, letting my teeth softly press into you. Your clitoris throbs and you are almost in paralysis, feeling captivated by an intensity of desire and touch.
And then my hands slide out from underneath your tank top and back down over your waist and your hips, and you hear a soft rustle of belt buckle and denim. You remain leaning over the balcony, your elbows resting on it as your breath quickens. Then you feel my hands at your calves and in a quick movement, your sarong is pulled up around your hips. And then one of my hands reaches between your legs, my fingers rubbing your pussy, wetting them, and from that position I stretch my fingers and splay the bottom of your arse cheeks, exposing your wet cunt. You take a deep intake of breath and are about to turn around to make me stop, but it is too late for you, and in the next moment you feel the swollen head off my cock pushing against your pussy, and then pushing in. You take a deep gasp and as you do so, my cock thrusts up in and in, up to the hilt, and tour pussy grips and clenches around my shaft.
Without looking around, you brace yourself with your hands and steady yourself on the balls of your feet, pressing into the floor in your heels so that your bottom pushes more into the air, making your arse more easily available to me as I strengthen and lengthen my thrusts. I look down as I take you, seeing your tight round butt and my cock plunging in between your cheeks, and I feel so excited that I know I won’t last long and don’t even want to. I’m taking you and I want to fill you up with my cock and then with my seed. You sense this and push your arse back to meet my thrusts and as you do, the tops of your thighs brush against my balls, making them even tighter and my goal more urgent. I steady myself and reach a hand around, sliding two fingers into your crotch until they are over your clitoris, and rub and lightly flick it as I thrust ever harder. You steady yourself more as your own orgasm builds and you feel the luxury of an orgasm unfolding without you using your own hands, being taken, mastered, freed, and then you explode, spasming around my cock as you hold on to stay steady. You cry out involuntarily, and then ultimately the throbs start to subside. As they do, you feel mine build. All my muscles stiffen and my thrusts increase and as you hold yourself in position I let out a deep grunt and I too release, spurting into you in huge, juddering lunges. Your little butt is cloven by a stiff glistening cock, and as I subside and pull out, a large blob of white semen falls out of you and then a long steam dribbles down the inside of your leg.
You stare down at the ground, catching your breath and your composure. Your nipples are stiff, your sarong is around your waist and as you look down you can see a trail of my semen running down to your knee, and a small pool in between your feet that has dripped from your pussy. You are still in your heels but your legs are trembling, and behind you I’m pulling up my jeans, spent.
You stay leaning against the edge of the veranda. Your legs are trembling and you need the support to stay steady. You remain wantonly exposed to the world. I pull up my trousers and walk back to the table and sit down. “Your turn”, I say to John. He gets up and walks over. A stream of my come dribbles down the inside of your left leg. John undoes his belt, unhitches his cock from his underpants, and parts your cheeks. Your pussy is raw and swollen and covered in come. He shoves his cock into you and feels his balls up against your arse, then starts thrusting. He grabs your arse cheeks, then slides his hands up and down the front of your thighs. He feels he can m***** you any way you want, and roams his hands further inside your blouse, up to your braless breasts, rubbing his fingers over your swollen nipples. He hears the faintest murmur from your lips but you still look ahead with a thousand mile stare, pretending to enjoy the view.
Only now, as he plunges into your cunt, he feels one of your hands reach around. It reaches for his cock, gripping around the base, feeling it slide in and out at the point where your bodies meet. Then you shift your bottom slightly, in towards the wall, so that he slides out of you, and you keep his cock in your hand, rubbing the head with the wet palm of your hand. And then grips it again, and with a subtle repositioning directs it towards your other hole. His wet cock provides the necessary lubrication as he applies pressure to the barrier, and then he is in, and this time extracts from you a moan. Your tight ring clenches him. Your pussy juices and come and smeared through you crack and you can feel it against his balls as he impales you. The more he fucks you, the more you loosen up, and a juddering of you legs reveals that another orgasm is tearing through you. And as you do, he stiffens and releases, shooting his come deep into your rectum. Your knees feel as though they are about to buckle and he holds you up, then turns you around to support you, and you both kiss and then start to put your clothes back in order.
You start to walk back to the table, but all of a sudden you stop in your tracks, shocked. Out of the corner of your eye you see, against the wall on the corner, standing perfectly still, the Italian waiter. Has he seen what has been going on? Has he been there the whole time? Or has he just arrived? You glance at him but his face betrays no emotion. He is out of John’s field of vision, so he wouldn’t know either. Unsteadily you walk with me back to the table. You are still buzzing from the drink, and as you walk, my semen continues to leak from your pussy and run down your thighs. You are so nervous but also still so very horny. With all my strength I can fuck you hard and open you right up, but even then I’m only just warming you up. You need sex, hard sex, and lots of it.
We sit down and you see how excited John is. You meet his eyes and see his lust. You wonder what he would want to do if no-one was around. Just as you are contemplating various obscene thoughts, the waiter comes over. He looks you in the eyes and says, “Did you enjoy that? Around round perhaps?”. He has a twinkle is his blue eyes, which seem to pierce yours. You still don’t know whether he means the drinks or whether he means something else … whether he saw anything … whether he saw all of it! You don’t know what to say. I say to him, “We enjoyed it, very much, thank you. We may well want another round. What do you suggest?” I’m uncertain myself about whether he’s seen us, and look at him closely as I say this, just as he looked last you. Our eyes meet and he see him swallow, and with a little hesitation but also a little cheekiness, says, “I suggest something just as strong”.
Our eyes meet again, and you look up at him standing over you, and then you lower your gaze. And you see the bulge in his pants. It is a large bulge, unmistakeable, and even as you stare at it, you see it twitch and you see the outline of a shaft and a head under his black waiter’s trousers. I see it too, and John sees it too, and you realise that it’s only a foot or so from your face, and more or less on the same level. You seem frozen, and with the tension you could cut the air with a knife.
And then I lean across and kiss you, kiss you deeply with my mouth and you respond. And I again bring my hands to your chest and tweak your nipples, and you melt and inflame all over again. The waiter continues to stand there, entranced. Softly, John reaches over, and reaches for the waiter’s belt buckle, deftly releasing it, before delicately taking the zipper and pulling it down. Then John slides the waiter’s trousers down, revealing white briefs barely containing a massive bulge. John takes the band of his underpants, lifts it back, and exposes the waiter’s cock.
It is huge. The shaft is thick and throbbing, topped by a purple head that seems about to burst. As it is released it makes little jerks. His balls are big and round and full. You pussy spasms at the sight of it but you have no idea how you are going to get it all into your mouth, let alone your pussy, no matter how wet and well fucked it already is.
He is staring at you and as he unfreezes, takes your top and lifts it over you head. In turn this awakens you, and you lean into him, and tentatively take his cock into your hands. You kiss the head and lick the shaft, and it jerks even more. You cram the head in your mouth, slobbering over it and taking your saliva to wet your hands and the shaft as you slowly start to pump it. We are all entranced. Your clit is throbbing and your pussy continues to glisten with my semen. The waiter reaches down and kisses you, and you gaze into his deep blue eyes. As the kiss ends, you stand up to embrace him again. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, feeling his iron shoulders and huge biceps underneath his shirt. His pants are around his ankles and he slides off his shoes and steps out of his trousers and underpants. His fingers feel for your pussy and roughly m***** you, but you are too hot and wet and throbbing to care. In the meantime, I stand up and reach for your sarong, finding the tie and releasing it from your body so that you are entirely naked except for your heels.
You squat down in front of him, and with a hand on his cock he guides it into your mouth. You take it to the back of your throat, pumping it slowly with one hand as you cup and squeeze his balls with the other. Squatting in front of him, your cunt is dripping with my semen and your juices, and you remove your hand from his balls and put it between your legs, fingering yourself deeply with two fingers and then, pulling them out and plunging them back in, as the walls of your pussy clench around your knuckles. And as you do this, you feel John’s fingers grope your arse from behind, squeezing the delicious part where the arse cheeks curve into you cunt, and he slides his fingers over your pussy, his fingers drenched in your juices, then fondles your anus and one, then two fingers into it, pushing them in up to his knuckles. A double penetration of his fingers and yours. Feeling completely slutty, you relax your arsehole and bounce on your high heels, pushing down on his fingers as they slide easily in and out, almost as though they were in your pussy. And as you draw your fingers out of your pussy, you rub them furiously over your clit, as you build quickly towards an intense climax. Struggling for breath, you draw your mouth back from the cock stuffed in your mouth, and push your face into his balls, licking and sucking on them wantonly and filling your nostrils with the smell of his cock, and then your orgasm hits and you spasm and tremble and you come over your fingers, his fingers, as you bury your face in his crotch.
Again you reach up to kiss him and he leans down, and this time his cock pushes against your chest. You feel slightly stunned but your cunt is clenching, and your clit is throbbing. I am getting stiff again and John has taken off his jeans and his thick stiff cock is fully exposed. I am so horny and am slowly stroking my cock as I watch you kiss the stud. I wish you would suck me now but you are busy kissing the waiter and he has his fingers in your cunt. John kneels down in front of you and, even as the waiter rubs your clit, nuzzles his face into your pussy and licks you, cleaning you of my come and making you spasm even more. You have no idea what is going to happen next but you are completely lost in the moment.
John and I see you reaching up to the waiter, seeing his big cock rubbing along your chest, and we ourselves are secretly wondering whether you can take all of him. But he is so stiff, so intently horny for you, and you are so entranced by him, with your pussy dripping not only with my come but now also with your own juices, that we feel somehow that we have to help make it possible. John and I glance at each other and almost telepathically we figure out how to solve the problem.
Standing up, we position ourselves either side of you, and we make you put your arms around our shoulders in between us. Each of us slides an arm underneath one of your legs and then we lift you up, so that you are in a human sling, held and supported by us. Your arms around our shoulders, held up, your nipples stiff, your legs held up wide open, your dripping cunt utterly open and exposed, wearing only your high heels. And still your pussy is dripping, your juices running down in between your arse cheeks into your anus.
And then the waiter is standing in front of you. His gigantic, throbbing cock is wet from your saliva, and still jerks into the air. But this time it is facing you directly, and at the same height as your pussy. He steps up close to you and you kiss again, his muscular chest and torso looming over you. Your legs, held by us, are spread wide open, your knees nearly up into your chest. His rock hard cock is up against you, and slowly he presses the shaft against your pussy lips and slides it up and down along your pussy lips, then steadies it with his hand and positions the head up against the entrance to your cunt.
Then he pushes it against you, your pussy begins to stretch and make way. You gasp as you see the massive head start to sink into you. Your pussy feels stretched more than it’s ever been and you feel an intense pressure as the head is forced all the way into you. The waiter pulls back slightly and the ridge of his circumcised cock is again exposed, then he pushes again and is further in, another couple if inches. He is only halfway inside you, but it’s just as well that you are being held in a human sling, as otherwise you’d be almost fainting in whatever position you’d have been in. He steadies himself and starts to take slow strokes. Your pussy is drenched as it wraps and clenches around his massive tool, so deep in you. John and me and holding doubt you can barely feel us, as all you senses are full of this immense wave of pain and pleasure. Almost immediately, you feel a huge orgasm start to build. He starts to slowly thrust longer and harder, you can hardly bear it. Still the shaft has three or four inches outside you, but it makes it even more intense as you can fully see the size of it, impaling you. You can see his strong muscled thighs like tree trunks and his pants around his ankles. He leans forward to kiss you and you open you mouth and entwine your tongue with his greedily. You whole pelvis is upturned and you find yourself grinding back to meet his slow plunges as your climax builds. It starts to arrive, a massive tremor, a wave a vibration, an intense burst of pleasure. You are crying out but you cannot even hear yourself, and you cunt spasms over his big dick as it plunges and plunges into you, relentlessly. The pain subsides and the pleasure surges as you feel yourself almost turned inside out, your body tenses then becomes jelly, your head swims, you almost lose sense of who you are.
As your spasms ease off, he slows his thrusting. You are limp between John and me and gently we sit you down. Your pussy is gaping, dripping pink hole. You glance up and see the waiter standing there still, smiling, his tool glistening with your juices. He looks around and finds a clean white tablecloth and pillows and sets them out and we lift you onto them, a portable little harem bed.
But you have other ideas. Instead, you grab his hand and gesture him to lie down on his back. Shakily you stand up, supported a little by us, and stand astride him. His body shines with perspiration. Then you lower yourself over him, one foot either side of his hips, until you feel him pressing against your entrance once more. You see a fallen Greek god, shoulders, biceps, pecs, abs … and cock. Slowly, you lower yourself onto him. Impaling yourself, seeing and feeling your pussy cloven in two by his rod. You lower yourself halfway down and easy up, then softly bounce down on him a little further. The feeling is insane, you feel so wanton. You lean forward and press your hands on his chest, using it as stability, and you start to roll your hips more, judging the distance so that your little brown butt raises just high enough to expose the ridge of his cut cock, before dropping on him once more, your cunt slurping as it envelops his in a tight clench. You feel filled to the limit and still you are a few inches from having his all inside you. Then you feel John’s hand at your face. You turn slightly and there’s a familiar thing: an open bottle of poppers next you your cheek. He put it under one nostril and you take a deep long hit. Greedily you gesture for more and the bottle moves to your other nostril and you take another hit, emptying your lungs and then filling them again, and holding them. And even then, you signal for more, and repeat the process. You’ve never taken such a big hit at once, and for a few seconds you wait for it. And then it comes on, throbbing, uplifting, crazy. You see my cock and reach for it, it’s super stiff ad you take it into your mouth and suck it hard, as it pushes into the back of your throat. And you reach and find John’s and swap to his. Two stiff cocks are in your face. They must be so close to orgasm, having seen you fucked so hard, and you take your hands and pump them. They sense what you are doing and start to jerk themselves off, the heads of their cocks in front of your face, against your lips, your cheek, and John gives you another hit of popper - too much too soon, but you take it anyway. You start bouncing again, and the waiter meets your thrusts, and you find that your cunt has swallowed more and you are only a couple of inches from the base. You feel another massive orgasm start to build as you grind into him. John’s cock starts to stiffen more and you turn you head to him and wrap your lips around the head. He jerks harder and with a stifled cry starts to come. He pumps his hot sperm into your mouth and you grab harder with your lips as you drink him, sucking and swallowing whilst trying not to cough, but you do and his sperm spills out from you mouth and runs down your chin. The sight of it is so intense that I feel about to explode, and as John winds down he reaches across and grabs my cock and pumps it himself, and you cup my balls with my soft fingers I cannot take any more and step back, and as you watch me, I explode, two big hot jets of come spurting over your chest, white blobs of fluid landing on your tits and sliding, running, slicing over your small breasts. I groan and grunt and spasm, and then I too subside, and place my hands on your shoulders and deep kiss you. I rub my sperm into your breast, tracing the outline of you aureoles with my fingers.
Your face and your chest are covered with semen, and you look so soft and yet a fire is still in your eyes. You feel an urgency, a surge, and like a crazy woman you buck and thrust, and suddenly you feel your bottom land on his pubic bone: you have taken his cock completely inside you. You raise your hips high, right up to his head, then with total abandon slam down onto him up the hilt, bouncing faster and faster as you ride him. I can se you from behind and see his balls press against your arse each you land on him. You are totally impaled but still you are in complete control, and beneath you, you feel his groaning, and lurching upwards to meet your thrusts. You take another popper hit and buck harder, and hear him start to cry out, then you bounce on him one more time before staying right down on him, grinding your hips right into his and your cunt and clit squash tightly into his groin. He cries out and spasms deep inside you, and you clench your pussy harder around him. White foam and fluid flows from you, around his shaft, as his come forces out of you. And at this sight, you start bucking again for you are close to coming yourself. You lift up and then slam down, racing to come as his cock remains hard, and then with a howl you explore over him, shrieking with joy as you spasm over this massive cock. You come in great waves, shuddering uncontrollably, and collapse on top of him, your head in his chest. And you reach for his face and kiss him deeply.
You are almost losing consciousness, but after a few minutes of lost time we gently we lift you back onto you seat and gather your clothes. The waiter stands up and starts to dress, but not before you kiss his cock goodbye, and John and I gather your clothes and start to dress ourselves. But we see that you are so messy, and as the waiter bows to you and leaves, we lay you down on your back and start to wipe off your sweat with a clean napkin. But we also both have the same thought, and we both reach up to your breasts and suck a nipple each, cleaning off our semen with our tongues. You tingle as we do this, and you legs part slightly. I take this as a cue, a suggestion, and lowering myself to your tummy, place little kisses around your navel, and then the top of your mound. And then, repositioning myself, I push your thighs a little wider apart and nuzzle my head into your groin, smelling the deep funky smell of your commingled juices. I bury my face in your cunt and lick you, drinking the juices, cleaning you up of all the waiter’s sperm and the juices you’ve covered him in. I pull your cheeks further apart and push down between your butt, to your anus, and lick and drink you clean. I return to your pussy, and there is still sperm leaking from you, and I push my tongue as far up you as it can go, and open your hole and lick and drink you clean.
Finally you are licked clean, like a cat, and we help you into your clothes, and finish dressing, and slump into our seats. And then we see the first of the evening crowd start to wander in, and as we do, the waiter returns, fully in his professional demeanour, carrying a tray with an ice bucket of champagne and three frosted glasses. Silently he sets them on the table. “Oh the house”, he says, and bows, and leaves.
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