The Vacation

I pumped and pumped into Trish, getting harder and harder and closer and closer to my own climax. Kim was watching me over Trish's shoulder. She said, "I've never had anal sex. I want to try." Trish gyrated me out of her and in seconds I was kneeling behind Kim as she raised her lubricated ass to meet my rock hard penis. Penetrating her was harder; Trish coached her about relaxing and allowing, relaxing and allowing. Then I was in. Kim panted, "Oh my God. I'm so full."

"Not full yet," Trish said as she slid into a sixty-nine with Kim. I felt Trish's hand fondling my sack and then from inside Kim I felt her fingers slide into Kim's pussy. The two of us were fucking her with cock and fingers. Kim had another climax that we ignored; she barely came down from that one when she had another, and another. I'd never known her to float from one orgasm to another with only a minute or even a few seconds between them.

I climaxed into Kim's ass. I was plunging my cock back and forth into her believing I could hold off indefinitely then suddenly I was ejaculating my seed into her. She was having another orgasm and Trish was trying to work her fist into Kim again. "Wow!" was all I could say and I think I said it about fifty times.

Kim tried to lick Trish's pussy but the angle was wrong. I pulled out of Kim and lay beside her; Kim squirmed so Trish couldn't keep stimulating her but she could lick and kiss Trish's pussy and surrounding area. I moved to Trish's breasts to help the process along. Soon I had Trish's breasts in the same erect state I'd gotten Kim's to a few moments earlier; now she was the one that was moaning as Kim and I worked on her.

Trish fired off her first orgasm suddenly, slapping the bed with her hands on either side of her as we administered to her lithe body. I marveled at how I had two beautiful naked women in my midst; how many guys, let alone at my age, ever found themselves in such erotic surroundings.

Trish had another orgasm in response to Kim's unrelenting attention to her clit and G-spot. Then I watched Kim fisting Trish, her entire hand disappearing into her pussy. Trish exploded again, but Kim and I both ignored the climax as we kept pushing her higher and higher.

Trish looked with pleading eyes at the two of us; "Oh please! Ron, come fuck me. I want you in me. Cum in me. Kim, come kiss me, pleeeease!"

I'd cleaned myself from my earlier penetration of her body and Kim's, yet my focus had been entirely on delivering pleasure not on receiving. I wasn't hard but I wasn't soft either. Kim said, "Oh, you're mine."

She leaned over and grabbed my cock, inhaling me into her sweet mouth. Meanwhile, she kept fingering Trish and rubbing her clit. Trish watched my blowjob. I responded well to Kim's attention and came to penetration hardness in less than a minute.

I nudged Kim out of the way and leaned over Trish, holding my rod against her pussy and then sinking into her again to my full length. I could feel myself hardening even more with each stroke I took. Trish wrapped her legs around my back and pulled me into her with increasingly wild thrusts of her hips, guaranteeing that I would thrust again deep into her.

Trish and I set up a frenzied pace of fucking; neither of us wanted this to last any longer than necessary. Kim moved to occasionally suck on Trish's erect tits and massage her clit.

A couple of minutes later the result of our eager efforts materialized and we climaxed. I was amazed that I could feel Trish's entire vaginal cavity tighten in spasms around my cock. That was all it took to elicit my explosive orgasm.

I delivered jet after jet of cum into Trish, and panting and sweating with my exertions I fell across her body. Trish had raised her body off the bed to meet and hold my final thrusts; we froze in a climax position for ten then twenty seconds, our loins pushed tight against one another.

Trish finally collapsed into an exhausted heap as her climax subsided, pulling me down to her so we could passionately kiss one another. We both reached out and pulled Kim into our union; she joined with our kisses and bliss.

Our afterglows left us after a while. We lay there entangled with each other and with the sheets that remained on the bed. Trish said, "Normally I don't get this much loving in a day; my God this was magnificent. I may never let you guys leave." I leaned in a kissed the very tip of her left nipple; she twitched.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs but none of us moved. Bob appeared at the doorway and said in a stage voice, "Ah ha! I've caught you making love to my wife!"

I looked at him and said, "And a happy making love it has been. Want some?"

He laughed, "No, but I've gotta get you guys back in the real world. Our limo is picking us up in about forty minutes and I thought you might want to wear something other than a bed sheet around the three of you. People at the fireworks might stare or ask awkward questions."

"OK. OK. OK. We can take a hint. Besides we're leaving you the wet spot," I said. And with that I extracted myself from the tangle of feminine limbs and sat up on the side of the bed.

Kim snuggled up beside me, looked at Bob and asked in a seductive tone, "Is it a very private limo?"

"Go get dressed," he ordered in a laughing voice. We slipped on our clothes and exited.

I heard Trish say to Bob as we were leaving the bedroom, "Oh this has been a fantastic afternoon. Come and kiss me." We left them to their own devices.

We went downstairs, out the back door and across and into the backdoor of Jim and June's house, then upstairs to our assigned room where our luggage was. As we went into our bedroom, we could hear the tail end of June's orgasm from the other bedroom. We both smiled at each other as we stripped and headed to the shower again.

Thirty minutes later it was my immense pleasure to walk downstairs with one of the more beautiful and hottest women in the country. Kim looked hot. She had on an LBD -- a little black dress that hugged her curves, accentuated her sweet ass that I had so recently loved, and left onlookers intrigued at what lay beneath a most revealing neckline that plunged to near mid chest. Kim had a knack for making her hair look like it had been worked on all day in only a few minutes; today was no exception. Her dark hair was done up in a sexy twist with a few curly wisps of hair gracing her neckline. She was wearing some silver loop earrings that announced a willingness to be seduced. Her make up was tasteful and inviting. Lastly, she had on three-inch stiletto heels that may even be announcing that she was the seductress. She was a head turner.

I was an off-white slacks, black shirt and blazer guy, per instructions, but it was too hot to be wearing the jacket so I was just carrying it over my shoulder. I was wearing some brown pointed loafers with no socks, something Kim had expressed a preference for because she said it made my feet look sexy. I had my mandatory aviator sunglasses on too. Who am I to argue with her wishes? Bob and Jim ultimately appeared similarly dressed.

June came down the stairs followed by Jim. She had on a black leather mini skirt that accentuated her long and luscious legs. A pair of matching shiny spike heels with open toes graced her feet. She had on a broad patent leather belt and a shimmering white short-sleeved blouse. There was some doubt about whether she was wearing a bra or not. I thought the mystery was wonderful. Her blond hair was pulled back in a bun. She was wearing large dangly earrings that made a statement.

Trish appeared in little strappy heels, a nearly sheer white see-through dress with spaghetti straps and a scooped neckline. Through the dress you could see the red push-up bra that was doing its job exceptionally well and see her little red bikini panties. Hair and make-up were impeccably done. The whole effect was an overt statement of sexuality and attractiveness.

Jan was the last to appear. Her long ash blond hair was tucked into an abbreviated ponytail that looked quite elegant. She was wearing a sleeveless peasant blouse unbuttoned to her mid-rift with no bra; astute and well-positioned observers could occasionally see all the way to her nipples. She had on a wrap-around skirt that frequently failed in its duties of wrapping all the way around; again, an astute voyeur would see that this woman was going 'commando' and enjoy the flash of leg or flesh that her twirls might reveal. She had on diamond-studded flip-flops for shoes. All in all she was delectable morsel of womanhood that I was ready to indulge in.

The doorbell rang and Bob went to get it; our limo was here. We filed out the door and lined up beside the black stretch limo. Bob brought a picnic cooler and large box and loaded them into the passenger compartment. The driver held the door for us and we piled in. Kim sat on my lap in the backseat next to Jim and June; Bob, Trish and Jan sat in facing seats. Bob unfolded a small table built into the car between our seats and produced a bottle of wine and another of champagne; Happy Birthday America was sung by all of us as we rolled out of Camp Forge and headed towards Philadelphia. He also produced some hors d'oeuvres to help us last until dinner.

Bob had prepped the driver to take on a short tour of downtown, something most of us had never really done. As we reached the downtown area the window separating the driver from us went down and Trevor, our driver, began pointing out some of the sites. Our trip included driving by Independence Hall where the Liberty Bell is housed, along the mall then along the waterfront past Penn's Landing where some old ships are on display.

Trevor pulled the limo into the parking area for the Moshulu, confirming to the parking attendant that his vehicle was full of dinner guests and not just a group looking to park close to where the fireworks would be. He decided to stay in the area and watch the gala and fireworks rather than leave the restaurant area; he said he was afraid that traffic wouldn't allow him to get back to pick us up.

The Moshulu is a turn-of-the-century four-mast tall ship that has been beautifully restored and now serves as an upscale riverside bar and restaurant right in downtown Philadelphia. It was beautiful.

The seven of us disembarked from the limo in the slanted sunlight of the early evening and walked up to the restaurant. Bob had both Trish and Jan on his arm, a detail that attracted significant attention from some of the other guests at the restaurant. He checked in with the Maitre d' and we went upstairs and out on the deck of the tall ship for cocktails.

We stood and leaned over the railing looking out over the Delaware River and at all the boats that were gathering for the night's fireworks display. As new people arrived on the deck I couldn't help but notice how especially the men would do a double take at Kim, Jan, Trish and June. The breeze would occasionally blow Jan's wrap around dress in the wrong direction, or was it the right direction?

The Maitre d' came and fetched us after we'd enjoyed one cocktail up there and took us down to a large round table that just fit the seven of us. We were right over the river and the view was fantastic; my view was even more fantastic since I could look down June's neckline and frequently catch a glimpse of all of her breasts, erect nipple included. I sighed with happiness.

We nursed more wine, ordered and enjoyed a few appetizers Bob had arranged for us when we'd first arrived. As we got cozy with our surroundings we started to be affectionate with each other. I was seated between Kim and June, for instance; both of them frequently leaned to me for kisses and held onto one of my hands. Similar events were going on around the table.

Kim asked if the pairings we had in the car were those for the evening. As if to show the Circle's flexibility June immediately said, "Switch!" The women all stood and moved one place to their right. Jan was now on my left and Kim was now in the middle between Jim and me. The same kissing and handholding started again. At least one other table noticed our behavior but eyebrows didn't even rise.

Dinner was superb. We were well attended to by the wait staff too. The wines Bob and Trish picked were some of the best I've ever had. We were all sated by the time we finished.

The women had also switched positions to the right once more during dinner to everyone's amusement and the confusion of the serving staff. One waitress with a twinkle in her eye asked if we were going to keep doing the switching all night long. We all laughed at her double entendre and said in all truthfulness, "Probably." She looked envious.

After dinner the entire dining room emptied onto the upper deck; it was finally dark enough for the fireworks. We waited a few minutes then the first fireworks exploded almost right over our heads. We had the ideal place to watch.

The restaurant had set up little tables and folding chairs for their guests so we could all be comfortable during the exhibit. The fireworks went on for forty-five minutes and together with the company and the meal venue, a high spot in my life. We did keep switching as the display unfolded. I held Trish for a while then Jan then Kim then June; everyone got a turn with each of the guys. Sometimes two of the women would cuddle each other as the air turned damp; my blazer came to the rescue when Kim felt chilled.

After the spectacular finish we went downstairs and enjoyed a special patriotic dessert the restaurant had prepared for all the guests. We settled our bill and went out to see our limousine waiting practically on the doorstep of the restaurant. Other people couldn't help but notice as our chic group got into the impressive car and we rolled slowly out of the parking lot.

We started to neck and pet with each other on the ride home. Not to anyone's surprise June announced that the fireworks made her horny. She knelt on the floor of the car and unzipped her husband, pulled out his inflating rod, and started to give him a first class blowjob. That, of course, made everyone else in the car horny too. Soon Jan and Kim were attending to me and Trish was fondling Bob's rising rod across the car.

Jan announced that she was glad she hadn't been wearing any underwear all evening long; she said she'd actually had an orgasm during the fireworks. I got harder just thinking about where we'd been and what we'd been doing while she was suggestively sitting around the ship where we dined. I raised an eyebrow at her; she said, "Oh yes, several gentlemen got the Sharon Stone special tonight. You know I wasn't alone in this caper." She looked at Kim and June; the three of them gave each other conspiratorial smiles.

"Did you all go commando?" I asked as Kim pumped her mouth back over my swollen dick.

"No, Trish didn't," Jan said. "You filled her up too much this afternoon and she was leaking too much so she had to wear something. The rest of us faired better from our afternoon dalliances so we could do it. You should have seen the guys behind us when we leaned against the railing during our cocktails; I thought their cocks were going to rip the zippers out of their pants." They laughed, even Kim whose mouth was full.

"And so what do I do with this information now?" I asked with a smile.

"Well, just enjoy," Jan said. She rose, hiked her skirt up, and backed around and moved to sit in my lap. Kim held my erect rod so it was strategically positioned to enter Jan's pussy; and I did as Jan lowered herself to meet my erect cock. She said, "Oh this is nasty! Fucking in the backseat of a limo. I could get used to this."

June moved to sit on Jim's rod and Trish to sit on Bob's erect penis. Kim blew hot air on all the exposed skin from my thighs to navel and tongued Jan's clit as she slowly rolled with the motion of the car in fucking me.

June and Jim were similarly posed beside me, but all I could see was June's clothed back. Bob and Trish were facing me on the opposite seat; I could watch as she rose and fell on him and see the enjoyment on her face.

June had been the more energetic of the women; she finally had a climax and fell back against Jim as it ended. She pulled off of him and said to Kim, "Here, you enjoy this one. It's all primed up and just the kind you like -- long and hard."

Kim straddled Jim, this time facing him and me. I watched as she positioned his length at the entry to her pussy and then worked her way down its length in a series of short strokes and wiggles. June replaced Kim on the floor in the licking and tonguing department first on Jan and me and then on Trish and Bob.

I noticed we were pulling into Camp Forge. I warned the group of horny friends and lovers around me that we were almost home; everyone groaned in disappointment over not being able to complete the orgy in the back of the limo. Personally, I wanted a more comfortable setting such as a king-size bed where I could be a more active participant in the sexual adventures I was partaking in. We separated and neatened up a bit. The smell of sex was definitely in the air.

A few minutes later the driver let us off at the homes and drove off into the night. I noticed that Trevor had a lecherous smile on his face as he disappeared. I guessed that he had one-way glass that favored his viewing of the occupants' activities.

Everyone went into Jim and June's house and, as if by agreement, went upstairs. Zippers were unzipped, belts undone, buttons unbuttoned, straps unstrapped and seven bodies bared in seconds. My God we were a horny bunch. There was no hesitancy about who to partner with or where to go, which surprised me because the pairings were not along marital lines. June came to me; Kim and Trish went to Jim; and Jan went to Bob. The threesome went into the next bedroom claiming more available bed space. Bob and I stayed in the master suite with our "dates."

We made love, grand and glorious and earth-shaking love to each other. We took pleasure in sharing our loving with another couple and they did with us. After a rest and light conversation, we switched partners and made love again. I was enraptured by the opportunity to savor four different women in one day. Bob, June and Jan agreed that this had a lot going for it. I doubted that I'd ever settle for a monogamous relationship again. After our passions were temporarily satisfied we drifted off to sleep. I think it was about one o'clock in the morning.

I awoke about four o'clock and padded to the bathroom, although my need wasn't urgent. I wasn't the least bit tired or sleepy at that point. As I passed back through the bedroom I grabbed a light blanket from a pile at the end of the bed containing my sleeping lovers, shuffled downstairs and went out in the backyard.

It was a moonless night and the stars were absolutely brilliant. The haze had lifted leaving only the sparkling stars in its place. I sat on the picnic table bench and picked out several constellations that I knew. I was at one with the Universe and in a state of bliss.

I'd been outside for about fifteen minutes when another cloaked body came out the back door and shuffled over to me. It was Kim. "I thought you might have come out here," she said; "I heard you get up and go downstairs and then you didn't return. Are you OK?"

"I'm better than OK. I am in my heaven and all is right with the world. I'll probably be tired tomorrow but right now I'm wide awake, alert and on a high." I paused, and then asked her, "How about you? You were so beautiful tonight."

Kim leaned up a kissed me as I pulled her naked body into mine and wrapped both our blankets around us. She put her head on my shoulder and said, "I am great with all of this. I feel real connections with Jim and especially Bob and his philosophy; Jan is a dear and I love her outlook on life. Trish defies description; she is so smart and is doing such creative work in her company. June has always been my love, but now in so many new ways. Yes, I love this group, I love their life style, and all the sex is earth shaking. You feel the same way don't you?"