We Needed a Vacation Ch. 03

Kirsten and Marshall went to our place and Libby and I to hers. Once inside she turned toward me with a, "I'm ready to do anything with you" look. "What sexy clothes do you have?" I asked suddenly.

"Not much," was her quick reply.

"Any muscle shirts of Marshall's?"

She shrugged and went to a suitcase that was obviously his and came back with a black muscle shirt. "Put it on," I said.

"It's way too big," she said, sliding it over her head.

"I know. That's the point. Now bend over toward me."

She bent over and looked down. I could see right down the front where her breasts were totally exposed, and she could see that too. She looked up at me.

"Tomorrow, wear that down to the shops just like that. Bend over and look at things in every booth so men can look down there and see those big boobs and maybe hard nipples depending on how you feel."

She looked shocked but said simply, with a smile, "okay, if you fuck me tonight," and pulled the shirt back off and threw it aside. Then she moved against my naked body. I put my arm around her and we went into the bedroom.

"Are you okay with Marshall seeing us, because I'm sure Kirsten will bring him to the window some time."

"I saw him so yes, I guess so. And, if he's like me he'll get so turned on watching he'll cum just standing there. Now, lay down on the bed and put your arms out to the side and spread your legs." She climbed quickly on the bed and did just as I suggested.

"You have the most amazing soft and velvet-like skin and I'm going to experience it again." Slowly I began rubbing, her cheeks, her neck, out her arms and back and then to her chest and down onto her breasts. I stroked, lifted and stroked some more, fingers rolling around on her nipples which had sprung to life. Down her stomach, gently touching every spot of skin, then her belly, then her hips and down the outside of her legs to her feet, rubbing the bottoms, gently taking a big toe in my mouth, then up the insides of her thighs as she began to breathe deeply, Making little moaning sounds. Up and down her legs several times, then a finger through her slit and inside to a gasp. Another finger on her clit as she began to move her hips.

"The drawer," she said through the other sounds. I looked puzzled. "Open the drawer," she said. As I slid over to open the drawer she rolled over. In the drawer was only one thing, a small tube of K-Y jelly. I picked it up as she pulled her knees up under her, her butt up in the air, her face still down on the bed.

"I'm selfish," she said quickly. "I want to do this with Marshall but I want to be ready." I quickly realized that she wanted to do anal for the first time with me.

"You sure?" I kind of mumbled.

She pushed up with her hands, swung around toward me and in an instant had my erection in her mouth. She sucked hard, using her tongue skillfully for about 30 seconds as I gasped a little took a couple of very deep breaths. Then she backed off, swung back around with her head back on the bed. "That's my answer," she said.

"So," I said. "You're an anal virgin then." Her cheeks reddened a bit.

"Yes," was her reply.

"Well, you'll stay one here tonight. I think Marshall should be the one to initiate you to that."

"I'm not sure he knows how."

"He'll do fine." I patted her butt gently. "Now, I think I just caught a glimpse of movement at the window so is there anything you'd like Marshall to see?"

She sat up in the bed, bit her lower lip for a second. "Stand in the middle of the room," she said softly, so those outside couldn't hear. I did as directed, my profile to the window. She slide off the bed and walked over to me very slowly, rubbing her breasts and pulling on her nipples. Then, standing nearly against me she reached down and took hold of my erection. Seemingly using it for balance, she very slowly dropped to her knees. Very gently she began stroking and I noticed, oddly enough, that she was left handed and wondered if it would feel different. It hadn't so far. Holding it very tightly she slid her hand down to the base, stretching the foreskin away from the head till I thought it might split away, but it felt amazing. She kissed the tip, then licked it, then took it into her mouth, her cheeks pulled in as she sucked hard. Now, with her tongue constantly moving she slide forward on it, then gagged very slightly, stopping right there.

"Relax your throat and ignore how it feels," I whispered and she began moving forward again. She stopped again but didn't back off at all, then forward again until her lips were against my pubic hair. Then she backed clear out and came forward once more and I could feel her tongue sliding along the underside. As her lips buried themselves in my hair I jerked slightly as I realized her tongue was licking my balls. As she pulled back again I took hold of her hair and, holding her head in place I pushed myself forward all the way, then back and forward again. Now she took hold of those balls and rubbed them gently as the other hand went down between her legs. Now with every thrust there was muffled moan and her finger was doing its work down below. I was getting to the point where I couldn't hold it any more and decided what the best show would be. I began to jerk just as I got it out of her mouth and the first blast hit her nose and mouth, the second went into her hair, the third and fourth on her face, a couple more dribbling down onto her tits. I quickly pushed her backward, my face going between her legs, my tongue and lips quickly working on that red and engorged clit. I knew it wouldn't take long and she was bucking, a loud scream accompanying every buck. Slowly she stopped and opened her eyes, her face and hair still covered with cum.

"That should have given them a show," she said, sticking her tongue out and actually tasting some of the milky liquid on her face.

"I would say so," was my simple reply. "And, could we have looked out the window I'm sure there was a show out there too."

She giggled. "I bet he was pumping her good." The her she was talking about was Kirsten and, as I thought and pictured what she said I slowly felt my erection returning. She watched it with fascination. "I'm not sure I ever saw it grow like that before. It seems that when we have sex, Marshall is just hard." She watched some more as my imagination continued its work. "If it gets hard again what are you going to do with it?"

"Is that a rhetorical question," I couldn't help but say, even if it broke the mood.

"I guess so." She lay back on the floor and spread her legs. "Whenever," she said.

Whenever was right about then and it slide in very quickly as she was very juicy and I realized she was looking at me, just like the other night. "We're free to close our eyes this time since I'm going to take my time and enjoy this one." She sighed and wiggled her hips which felt pretty amazing. She did it a couple more times and then I began pushing in as far as I could, then pulling clear out, then back in again all the way till I bottomed, then clear back out, a little popping noise as it exited and a sloshing noise as it plunged in.

Very softly she said, "Can I do myself?"

"Yes, if I can watch." Surprised again, I watched as her left hand went between us and she began rubbing her clit. As I continued the movements that made my body hot from my head to my crotch I knew two things. One, I would have plenty of time on this one as I had just cum a few minutes ago and two, if she started to cum that would be it for me too as nothing was more sexy or erotic that a woman cuming and the sounds that accompanied it. And suddenly I realized that her breaths were becoming shorter and shorter and her moans definitely more intense and, not surprisingly her hips began to raise up against me, then a loud, "Uhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm," from deep down and the bucking started and about the third big jerk from her brought the first from me and my head went to her neck and I couldn't help but suck on that soft and silky skin I found there as we jerked and moaned, until, at last, we both lay still.

I opened my eyes finally and looked at her. "uh oh," I said.

"What?" she replied a little alarmed.

"You have a nice hickey."

"I knew I would as soon as you put your head on my neck. I have make up to cover it if I want but who knows." She giggled.

A glance at the clock showed that the hour was nearly up, with just enough time left for Libby to take a quick shower as she was now kind of a mess with the cum drying in her hair, etc. But, soon we were in the tub, joined by Marshall and Kirsten and, despite there being four seats open, Kirsten sat beside me and Libby beside Marshall opposite us.

"Did Marshall enjoy Libby's show?" I whispered in Kirsten's ear.

"So much I thought he was going to kill me," She giggled back to my ear.

"She wanted to do anal but she's an anal virgin so I told her that was for Marshall to be the first. She wanted to be ready for him."

"Good choice," she confirmed. "And, I think he's ready. He was fascinated with my ass for sure so I let him get to two fingers and I think he was afraid he'd hurt me so he stopped. Then he confessed that he wanted to do anal with Libby but wasn't sure she'd like it and wasn't sure just how to do it so I gave him some pointers, both verbal and visual and I think that really got his rocks going." Then she turned to Marshall. "Everything A-okay?" she asked, emphasizing the "A". "Sure is," came the reply and, as he looked at Kirsten she winked at him. His eyes went wide and a huge smile crossed his face as he figured out what she was saying.

"What's going on?" Libby asked looking from Marshall to Kirsten.

"Secret code," I said, and we all laughed with Libby still looking a little puzzled.

We talked for quite a while and finally Libby said, kind of to me and to Marshall and Kirsten as well, "Pat had me get one of your baggy shirts and told me I should wear it down to the market and bend over and let guys see my tits. I think I might do it."

"You'll love it," Kirsten responded. "Of course, with your big breasts I'm sure you're used to men looking at you, but I'm not. I had on a shirt like that at the market, really baggy and it didn't hide a thing, from the front or the side. So, it made me tingle all day to have them doing everything to look down that shirt and see my little tits. So, I put on a mini-skirt with no panties and then," her voice trailed off and she looked at Marshall.

"She's shaved now," he said. Libby's head snapped over to look at Kirsten.

"I went to a drug store, bought a razor and some cream, went into the restroom and, voila, no hair."

"And you were letting guys look at you?"

"I made sure they were looking. I made it a point to drop something and bend over and pick it up right in front of them. They got a good view." She had a big smile on her face.

"I don't know if I can do that or not, but I'm going to try." At that, Marshall signed deeply.

"So, another subject, how was the peeking?" I asked with a sly smile.

"Marshall looked quickly at Libby. "Better than I had hoped for. I took one look through that window and watched for just a second and nearly went wild." This time he gave Kirsten a quick and nearly apologetic look.

"Um, is there something I should know?" Libby asked tauntingly.

"I guess you should have been peeking out the window," Kirsten replied with a sigh. "I can tell you he was enjoying what he was seeing."

"And what he was doing, unless I miss my guess," I added.

Kirsten looked over at Marshall whose cheeks had gotten a bit rosy. "I've never had it quite that enthusiastically before," she laughed.

Libby looked at him with a smile. "You want to demonstrate?" she said.

"Haha, I had some great motivation then."

"Well," she said, getting to her knees and sliding over in front of me, reaching under the water and taking hold of my kind of flaccid member. "We can fix that. Stand up," she said to me.

Now it was Kirsten's turn. "Just a minute," she chimed in. "I'm not sure I don't have physical damage from the pounding I took outside that window. Speaking very frankly, he was pumping so hard that we had trouble staying in front of the window. He kept dragging me back by the hips." Marshall was really blushing now. "So, I'm not sure I can handle a repeat of that.

Libby looked at me. "I've got Pat started now so it's not fair to just let it totally drop, right Pat." She was working me pretty good under the water so I finally did as ordered and stood up. Her mouth immediately swallowed me, throat deep and I moaned and bent over a little. I saw Kirsten smiling, the glance over at Marshall whose eyes were wide.

"Might as well make it a good show," she said softly and slid across to the seat behind Libby, then reached down under the water and slid her hand between Libby's legs, fingering her slit and also her clit. Libby was now jerking as she sucked and moaning loudly. I was enjoying this to the max, making it last until suddenly Libby let out a huge, deep groan and began to jerk with her orgasm. Of course, that was it for me and, as before, I pulled out and shot my load all over her head, face and chest.

Without missing a beat, Kirsten slide over in front of Marshall who leaned backward so his erection was out of the water and Kirsten went to work on it. In just a couple of minutes there were two cum covered ladies in the hot tub. Marshall was recovering and he quickly grabbed Kirsten by the legs and lifted her out of the water and went to work on her pussy. To help, I rubbed a finger over her ass, then pushed it in gently and felt her muscles contracting on my finger as she jerked mightily to a grand orgasm.

All breathing heavily, we sat back on our seats and Kirsten said, "We can't even sit and talk for a while without sex happening.

"We're just two horny couples," Libby threw in.

"And," Kirsten added, "we've come a long way since that first day when Caleb caught us skinny dipping."

"We still owe him for that one," Libby replied. "Let's get with Rhonda, tell her about it and see if she has any ideas. I bet she does."

"That could have been a close one, but, if he'd wanted more than he did I think I would have just marched back to our bungalow nude. He pushed about as far as we were willing to go. And you know, it's funny because Pat just asked me if, after this week, I could have sex with a total stranger and I said no I couldn't."

"Me either." She shuddered. "I guess we're kind of strangers but we trust each other and have gotten to know each other some. Well," she giggled, "I guess quite a bit."

Just then Rich and Alison appeared on the path. They waved and called out hellos and then headed into their bungalow. They were quickly back out, naked of course, and ran to the hot tub giggling.

"You guys been good?" Alison asked when they were settled in.

"We've been VERY good," Kirsten answered and all of us laughed.

"It would probably take too long to catch us up I suppose," said Rich.

"Well," I replied, "in 25 words or less, Marshall got to peek through the window and liked what he saw so much he nearly ruined Kirsten." More laughter.

"Sorry," Marshall said, nodding toward Kirsten. Then to Alison, "But, as you said, we were VERY good."

"Do you guys feel deprived?" I jokingly asked.

Alison looked at Rich. "I don't know," she answered. "Maybe."

"Well, there are six of us. So, Alison, you could come with Marshall and I and have a menage a trois and Rich could go off with Libby and Kirsten for menage a trois number two." Alison looked from Marshall to me and back and then to Rich who was eying Kirsten and Libby with a look of anticipation on his face.

"I don't know," Alison said hesitantly. "It's something you read about but, I don't know." She looked to Rich for reinforcement but immediately saw the futility of that as she realized that a threesome was most men's fondest fantasy.

I had been half kidding when I suggested it but I realized that we may have to go there. I glanced at Kirsten and she was not glaring at me so she may have been imagining what might be happening soon. After her man-handling by Marshall I thought she might be through for the night, but perhaps not. She had actually moved so she was partly out of the water and I noticed that her nipples were hardening and becoming erect. So much for that.

"No peeking allowed tonight," Kirsten called out, protecting herself after earlier today I think.

Alison stood up and reached for Marshall and my hands. We stepped out of the tub awkwardly with three of us trying to exit simultaneously while connected with hands and, after pausing a second she headed toward her bungalow. "I know you guys would each rather be going off with two ladies but I'm afraid you're stuck with me."

Not being able to resist I replied. "Did you say stuck with or stuck by?"

Her checks reddened and she looked straight ahead mumbling, "whatever," with a little grin on her face.

I watched her slightly chubby little cheeks bouncing as she walked and had to admit I was kind of looking forward to this. Of course, we had all been with each of the other ladies, but only for an hour so this should still be a lot of fun. And, a little surprisingly, Alison seemed to be looking forward to it after her initial reservations. I glanced over and watched Kirsten and Libby on either side of Rich ready to go into our bungalow. I had recharged the camera battery and Kirsten knew how to operate it so I was anticipating an addition to our video library. We had actually agreed that when anything happened in our place we'd somehow get the video going. Plus, the descriptions we could share while having sex would be priceless.

Once inside Alison looked at us very thoughtfully, then said, "Just sit down and I'll be right back. She disappeared into the bedroom and shut the door. Rich and I speculated on what might be up when she reappeared, fully dressed and looking very appealing. "Now guys," she began. "As long as I'm going off with two guys tonight I decided that I was going to make it like I am at a club and two guys come over, chat me up and then seduce me and take me to their place to have their way with me. I know you guys don't have any clothes on but we can pretend." She went to a little cupboard and took out three glasses, then a bottle of wine. She filled each of the glasses, then took one and sat down at the table. She yawned and looked around. Our little situation had begun. I nodded to Marshall and we went over and picked up a glass each and I, at least, felt a little silly holding the wine, naked, with a partial erection poking out in front of me.

We went to the table, said hi, and asked if we could join her which she accepted enthusiastically. We actually sat down and made some small talk and I reached under the table and put my hand on her thigh. She responded by putting her hand on mine. Marshall, meanwhile, was stroking the inside of her other leg with his foot, moving a little higher with each stroke. Still talking I took hold of the hem of her skirt and slide it up her thigh as far as it would comfortably go and began rubbing the inside of her leg, bumping again the slight dampness of her panties. As I continued talking and rubbing Marshall moved around so he was beside her and began doing the same on her other leg. We bumped hands several times rubbing and she had spread her legs apart to make it easier for us. Her eyes were closed as she made an effort to respond to our inane chatter so I changed to very suggestive language and Marshall began adding his own rather graphic descriptions of the possibilities for the evening.

By this time she was very wet and I put a finger inside the panties and stroked up and down her cleft. Now I nodded to Marshall and reached around her hip, taking hold of the elastic band, he doing the same and we pulled them down, helped by her arching her butt off the seat. I held them up in front of her letting her know that, once they were off, anything went. She mumbled out hoarsely that she knew. Now I put a finger into that very warm and very wet tube of hers and Marshall, seeing what I was doing did the same. As we began to move our fingers, not quite in sync and she realized what was happening her moaning became a little louder and her hips began to move. This went on for several minutes and, as Marshall continued, I began to unbutton her blouse. I pulled it out of her skirt, finished the last buttons and slid it off her shoulders. She leaned forward ever so slightly and I pulled it free and tossed it aside. Now the low -cut bra she had put on barely held her ample breasts and a little bit of areola showed above the lace edge. I slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist. I took one breast in my hand and began massaging, gently rubbing the nipple as it grew and hardened. Still using his finger, Marshall leaned forward and took the other nipple in his mouth and sucked hard on it to a tiny squeal and then more moaning.