Our flight to London departed on June 19, and we had a lot to do before then. We spent most of the time getting ready, shopping for travel essentials and trying to decide what to take with us. We also had to get our passports in a hurry. Chris made a few calls and we had to pay a rush fee, but we got them with time to spare.
Finally, the day of our departure arrived. My family had delayed their trip to camp so they could see us off. Erin and Leah were also excited about us going (and bringing things back for them, of course). We had a care package for Gina’s grandparents, including pictures and other mementos.
Gina and I had used some of our spending money to buy new clothes, and I bought a 35mm camera. I wanted to take pictures of European architecture, or anything else that caught my eye. We also bought a Berlitz guide to Europe. We spent an entire night looking through the book, searching for the best vacation spots in southern Europe. Finally, we decided to spend a few days on Ibiza (an island in the Mediterranean, near Spain), but we hadn’t decided where else to go.
On the flight over, we could barely contain our enthusiasm. As was my habit, I quickly befriended the stewardesses, and they suggested a few cool nightspots in London. The women thought it was wonderful that our parents would give us a trip to Europe as a graduation gift.
When the after-dinner movie was over, the crew dimmed the cabin lights and Gina and I tried to get some sleep. Unfortunately, we were both too keyed up. When I felt her hand creeping toward my zipper, I looked around. Most of the other first-class passengers were asleep, and the stewardesses were back in the galley, so no one would see us. Gina had figured out the same thing.
Slowly, she extracted my erection, then ducked under the blanket and sucked me into her mouth. In the dim cabin, her head bobbed up and down as she quietly fellated me. I tried to stifle a groan as I came, but I wasn’t all that successful. Fortunately, no one was awake to hear it.
Gina sat up and wiped the corners of her mouth, smiling smugly. Then she guided my hand under her skirt. The crotch of her panties was soaked. Both of us knew we couldn’t actually have sex in the seats, so she talked me into joining her in one of the lavatories. I tucked my saliva-slick manhood back into my pants and stood up.
The younger of the two first-class stewardesses looked up as we entered the galley. When Gina put a finger to her lips and gestured toward the lavatory, the stewardess simply smiled and put her own finger to her lips, admonishing us to be quiet.
Sex in an airplane lavatory is cramped. It’s awkward as well. But it’s also incredibly exciting. Gina merely slipped her panties off, unbuttoned my pants, and then sucked me for a few minutes. When she had me hard again, she stood up and turned around. As she bent over, she looked over her shoulder at me. Her expression was smoldering.
I slid into her pussy with ease and then grabbed her hips. With practiced, measured strokes, I fucked her. Her hand was a blur on her clit as she drove herself toward her own climax. She came quickly—and quietly—but I kept thrusting as her internal muscles clenched me. Finally, I buried myself deep inside her and filled her with my seed.
After we cleaned up, we tentatively opened the lavatory door. To our relief, no one was in sight. Much to our surprise, however, the young stewardess brought us two glasses of champagne after we reached our seats.
“Welcome to the mile-high club,” she said softly, grinning.
We arrived in London and Gina’s grandparents, Ramesh and Arundhati Narayan, met us at the gate. Gina simply called them “Nana” and “Nani.” From the airport, we took one of London’s famous black taxis to a house in a very nice neighborhood. To my surprise, her grandparents rather casually ensconced Gina and me in the same bedroom. When I asked Gina about it when we were alone, she actually blushed.
“What?” I asked.
“What?” I pressed.
“Nani called the day before we left Atlanta,” Gina explained. “She wanted to know if they should put us in the same bedroom or not.”
“What did you tell her? Oh, duh. Never mind.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a goof.” Then she smiled to take the edge off her words. “Nani told me, ‘Now that you’re a woman, you should enjoy a man. They’re good for a few things now and then.’”
“Your grandmother said that?”
“Uh-huh. I told you she’s cool.”
After relaxing a little bit, to get the kinks out of our muscles, we unpacked a few things and then went downstairs. Gina’s grandmother had fixed lunch—rice, chicken, and flatbread—so we sat down to eat. The food was very good, with just the right amount of spice and exotic flavor. While we ate, we talked.
Gina’s grandfather was a doctor, with a normally serious demeanor that hid a playful sense of humor. Her grandmother was a quiet woman. At first, I thought she was shy, but I quickly realized she was merely thoughtful. And she never missed an opportunity to tease her husband, puncturing his ego whenever she thought he was being too clever. They were a very loving, open couple, and I could see where Gina’s mom got her personality.
“I’m sure you’re completely knackered after your trip,” Gina’s grandmother said after lunch. “Why don’t you go lie down and have a nice nap.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Gina said, stifling a yawn as she stood.
I stood as well and thanked Gina’s grandmother for lunch. Then we headed upstairs. Once in our bedroom, we shed our clothes and slipped into bed. I wrapped my arms around Gina and was asleep in minutes.
For the first few days of our visit, we took the usual tours: Big Ben, Parliament, the Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square, and too many other places to list. We rode the famous double-decker buses and had fun riding the Underground. (Well, we didn’t really have fun riding the Tube, since it was always so crowded—something to do with new ticket prices—but we had to ride it, just to say we’d done it.)
In addition, the city was positively awash with news of the royal wedding. Prince Charles and Lady Diana had their pictures everywhere. Selfridges, a big department store, had three huge commemorative banners hanging from the front of their building. Gina thought the wedding was romantic, and I could see how it would be easy to get caught up in the excitement of it all.
In the evenings, we planned the rest of our trip. First, we wanted to spend a few days in Paris. Neither of us spoke a word of French, but between Gina’s Latin, my rudimentary Spanish, and a good Berlitz dictionary, we knew we’d survive.
From Paris, we planned to travel south, to the island of Ibiza. It was a very popular destination for a lot of Europeans. Many British tourists went to Tenerife, in the Canary Islands, but Ibiza appealed to us more. Since the island was a protectorate of Spain, I’d hopefully get to try out my Spanish.
After Ibiza, we didn’t really know where we wanted to go. We definitely wanted to see Rome and Venice, but we also wanted to see a lot of other places, like Greece (I really wanted to see Greek architecture firsthand). In addition, we wanted to see places like Mozart’s home in Salzburg and the Gothic cathedral in Cologne.
We thought we’d lie on the beach in Ibiza and decide where all we wanted to go. When we leafed through our Berlitz guide to Europe, everyplace looked cool. We didn’t argue about it at all. Far from it. We simply wanted to see too many things, and we fed on each other’s enthusiasm.
Finally, we re-packed our things for the trip to Paris. We promised to call Gina’s grandparents regularly, to let them know how we were doing (and where we were). We also told them we’d let them know when to expect our return to London.
Gina and I both wanted to do some shopping in the city’s major department stores, as well as some of the smaller shops. So we planned to return to London several days before our flight back to the U.S.
Paris was amazing. We saw all the touristy things: the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame, Sacré Coeur, the Louvre, Montmartre, and the Jeu de Paume with all the Impressionist art (Gina was surprised that I could tell her so much about the artists).
Paris in late June is usually hot, but the weather was actually fairly cool. In the mornings, we needed to wear jackets (which we’d had to buy in a local shop). Toward the afternoon, it usually warmed up and the weather was beautiful, almost spring-like.
The franc was at a new low versus the dollar, so we got a lot of souvenirs and shipped them back to Gina’s grandparents. We even got these really cool little cassette players with lightweight headphones. We could wear the players on our belts and listen to music any time we wanted. Needless to say, we kept those with us.
Paris was a very different city than we were used to. We drank wine with lunch and dinner, but it was almost impossible to get a Coke with ice. I remembered how much it irked me when Mark and Todd Zachary blathered about “how they do things in California,” however, so I kept my mouth shut about “how we do things in America.”
We picked up a few phrases in French, but we were hopeless when it came to understanding the flowing, lively speech of Parisians. We quickly realized, though, that as long as we tried to speak French, people were eager to help us. With only a limited vocabulary and a good attitude, we got around with ease and had a blast.
On Ibiza, we found a hotel near the beach. Gina went topless on the beach itself, like the majority of the women under forty. Our second day there, our plans for the rest of the trip changed drastically—we made some new friends.
When Gina and I were having lunch at a beachside café, she noticed another couple our age. They were just coming up from the beach, walking toward us. Gina flicked her eyes toward the attractive—and topless—girl, inviting me to look. When I raised my eyes, the chestnut-haired girl gazed right at me and we made eye contact.
I was busted.
I momentarily panicked, but then smiled to cover my embarrassment. To my relief, the girl smiled in return. Then she and the guy sat at a table next to ours.
Gina resumed our conversation, but I wasn’t paying attention. I tried not to seem distracted as I surreptitiously checked out the newcomers. The girl was a couple of inches taller than Gina, but curvy and lush, with full, round breasts and a flat stomach. The guy was tall, dark-skinned, and aristocratically handsome. When Gina asked me a question, I turned to ask her to repeat herself, but the girl at the next table interrupted me before I could open my mouth.
“Excuse me,” she asked in British-accented English, “are you American?”
Gina and I were taken by surprise, but nodded.
“I don’t mean to interrupt,” the girl said, “but I heard you talking about the nightclubs.”
Was that what Gina had been talking about? I wondered.
“Some are cool,” the girl volunteered, “but some are more for old people. If you like, we can tell you which are the good ones.”
“Cool,” Gina said. “That’d be nice, thanks.”
The girl told us about some clubs, and Gina asked a few questions. When it looked like the conversation was picking up, Gina paused.
“Would you like to join us?” she asked the other couple, gesturing toward the two empty chairs at our table.
“Thank you,” the girl replied, smiling as she did. Then she and the guy stood and moved to our table. “I am Annika,” she said. “This is Tomás.”
“My girlfriend, Gina,” I said, gesturing. “And I’m Paul.” Then I reached across the table to shake Tomás’s hand; his grip was firm and a little challenging. I made eye contact with him and gave a little squeeze of my own. His smile flashed even, white teeth, and then he released my hand.
When I turned to shake Annika’s hand, she arched an eyebrow. I tried not to blush at her appraising glance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tomás kiss Gina’s hand. I released Annika’s hand and she smiled again. Then, with confident ease, Tomás pulled out the chair next to Gina and sat down. Annika moved her chair closer to mine—ostensibly to get out of the walkway—and sat down.
“Are you here on holiday?” Annika asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, nodding. “We’re here for a month.”
“A month on Ibiza?” she asked.
“No,” Gina explained, “we’re in Europe for a month.”
“In reality,” I added, “we’re just on Ibiza to relax for a couple of days while we figure out where we want to go next.”
“This is your first time in Europe?”
Gina and I both nodded.
“What about you?” I asked. “Do you live here?”
“Sometimes,” Annika said.
“My father has a house here,” Annika said, shrugging. “But most of the time, I live in Amsterdam.”
Gina turned to Tomás and asked him, “Are you from Holland, too?”
He shook his head. “España,” he said. “Uh… Spain.”
“Oh?” Gina said. “Where in Spain?”
Smiling, he told us he was from Barcelona. His English was heavily accented and slow, but understandable. I wanted to try out some of my Spanish, but I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. When Gina told Annika that I spoke the language, they coaxed me into saying a few things in my halting high school Spanish. Tomás complimented me, but I could tell he was just being polite.
As the afternoon progressed, we had a few more drinks and talked about all sorts of things, from the beach and the island itself to the nightlife and clubs. Annika and Tomás were an interesting couple, although I wasn’t sure if they were boyfriend-girlfriend or not. Tomás wasn’t rude about it, but he didn’t make it a secret that he was interested in Gina. Under the table, Annika occasionally rubbed my lower calf with her foot. The contact wasn’t overt, but it was certainly suggestive. So I began to wonder exactly what kind of relationship the two of them had.
I was hoping to steer the conversation in that direction when Annika suddenly said, “Let’s have a party tonight, Tomás, in honor of our new American friends.”
Tomás flashed a brilliant white smile in Gina’s direction and then nodded.
“We can get the gang together,” Annika said to Tomás, “at the villa.”
He nodded again.
“The villa?” I asked.
“My father’s house,” Annika explained. “So, you will come?”
Gina looked at me questioningly. I didn’t have to be a mind reader to know how much she wanted to go.
“Sure,” I replied.
“Cool,” Annika said, laying her hand on my arm. “It will be fun.”
While Annika and Tomás retrieved their things from one of the kiosks with lockers, Gina and I slipped back to our hotel room and quickly changed clothes. Then we met the other couple back at the café.
“I will take you, Paul,” Annika said. “Tomás can take Gina. Okay?”
At first, I wondered what she was talking about. Then I saw the row of scooters we were walking toward.
“Sure,” Gina said, before I could answer.
Tomás hopped onto his scooter, and Gina got behind him without hesitation. Annika climbed onto her scooter and looked at me expectantly as Tomás and Gina zoomed off. When I settled behind the Dutch girl, she wiggled her ass against my crotch and then laughed playfully.
“Put your arms around me to hold on,” she said.
Annika’s stomach was smooth and firm, and I was sorely tempted to move my hands higher, to the softness of her breasts. She wore a loose pair of shorts and a light top, but her breasts were free beneath it. I could feel them sway as she negotiated the turns out of the resort town.
Thinking about her breasts, I felt myself begin to stiffen. She must have felt it too, because she turned to me and smiled. I tried to think about mundane things (like nuns playing baseball), but my dick refused to cooperate. Since Annika didn’t seem to mind, I ignored my half-hard manhood and simply enjoyed the ride.
When we got to her father’s house, we pulled into a small carport. I got off the scooter and stared at the house, although “house” might be an understatement. Palace might be a better word. Estate might be the best word, though. As Annika gave us a tour, Gina asked her about the house.
“My father owns a shipping company in the Netherlands,” Annika explained.
“It must be a big company,” I half-muttered.
“It is the largest in northern Europe,” she said.
“So how do you and Tomás know each other?” Gina asked, changing the subject.
“My father was married to his mother,” Annika explained. “When I was thirteen and Tomás was fourteen.”
“So you’re step-brother and step-sister?” I asked.
“We used to be,” Annika said with a shrug, her eyes twinkling.
That almost explained their attitude toward each other, but it was obvious they’d probably been much closer.
“We should plan our party,” Annika said suddenly. “Tomás, you and Gina go out and see who you can round up. Paul and I will ring up Mia. She should know where to find the rest of the gang.”
Tomás nodded, smiled at Gina, and offered her his hand. Gina looked a question at me and I nodded in reply. In a moment, they were back out the door, headed for Tomás’s scooter.
When Annika got off the phone, she joined me at the back of the house.
“Mia and the others will be here soon,” she said, slipping her arm through mine.
“Cool,” I said distractedly. She had taken off her blouse, and I decided to focus on the scenery instead of the softness of her breast. “If you’ve got a private beach like this,” I asked, pointing over the veranda to the Mediterranean beyond, “why do you go to the public beach?”
“Tomás was bored,” she said. “We like to go where there are other people, to hang out. It is a good thing, you know? Besides, if we had not gone, we might not have met you.”
“Yeah.” I paused for a moment to compose myself and then asked, “So what’s up with you and Tomás? Are you two boyfriend-girlfriend or what?”
“You mean, ‘Are we lovers?’”
I felt my face heat.
“We used to be,” she said frankly, chuckling. “Does that bother you?”
I quickly shook my head.
“Good,” she said, giving me another appraising look. Then she grinned mischievously. “I want to cool off before the party. Come on.”
With that, she headed for the pool, shedding her clothes as she went. Her full breasts bounced as she turned to make sure I was following her. Then she took three quick steps and gracefully arced into the bright blue water, raising hardly a splash. When she surfaced, at the other end of the pool, she beckoned to me.
When in Rome…, I thought with a grin.
At the party, there were about fifty people. They were all our age, give or take a few years. As far as I could tell, no one was over the age of twenty-one or twenty-two, except for a few household staff members. When I asked Annika where her father was, she explained that he was in Bali with his new wife.
“He hardly ever comes here, though,” she said. “He only keeps the house because I like it.”
I looked at her blankly, wondering how much money it took to maintain the villa.
“Come on,” she said, grabbing my hand and smiling seductively. “Dance with me.”
The music was loud and fast—a mixture of European dance music and American disco—and Annika pulled me onto the improvised dance floor, a trellised porch with flashing lights and a large stereo. I’m not a great dancer, but Annika didn’t seem to mind. Near us, Gina and Tomás were dancing as well.
Once I coaxed Annika off the dance floor, she fixed us drinks (something fruity, but with a healthy alcoholic kick). Gina and Tomás joined us after a few minutes, breathing hard from their dancing. Around us, the party swirled, with people on the dance floor, in the pool, or in and out of the house. Annika, Tomás, and their friends were a lot like us—teenagers enjoying their summer.
By midnight, the party was still going strong, and nobody wore a lot of clothing. The girls in the pool and hot tub were all topless, and at least two were completely nude. Gina and I obviously didn’t have any hang-ups about nudity, which surprised Annika.
“Americans are usually very prudish,” Annika said as we stood just inside the house, looking out at the scene by the pool. She was wearing only a pair of bikini bottoms, and even though I was used to seeing bare breasts, I was having a hard time not sneaking peeks at hers—they were very attractive. She laughed when she noticed my not-so-covert glances. “It is okay,” she said. “I like you looking.” Then she smiled coquettishly. “Do you like them?”
Her eyes twinkled and then she made a moue. “Sometimes, I do not understand this. Every woman has them,” she said with a shrug. “But I like it when men look at me.” Then she glanced at Gina, who was in the hot tub with Tomás. “Your girlfriend,” Annika asked, “she would be upset that you are looking at another woman?”
I shook my head.
“Why not? She is not jealous?”
“She’s very beautiful herself,” I replied diplomatically. “And she knows I’m not going to run off with the first beautiful girl I see.”
“Ah, but I am not a girl.”
I cocked my head to the side.
“I am a woman.”
“Oh… um… yeah… sorry.”
She laughed, a playful, musical sound. “You are quite handsome when you blush.”
“Um… thank you. I think.”
“Oh,” she said, smiling mischievously, “wait until later to thank me.”
With that, she looped her arm through mine—which pressed one of her luscious breasts against me—and gently directed us back out to the party. Once there, she slipped away and gestured to Tomás, who took his arm from around Gina and climbed out of the hot tub. Gina used the opportunity to join me.
“Annika’s really hot,” she said, to which I nodded.
“Tomás’s pretty handsome, too,” I replied.
She smiled diffidently.
“What?” I asked, shrugging. “If it’s okay for me to look at girls, then it’s okay for you to look at guys.”
She breathed a small sigh of relief. Then, “He asked me…”
“He asked you what?” I prompted, when it became obvious she wasn’t going to finish. I wasn’t angry, just curious, and it came through in my tone.
“He asked me if I wanted to go somewhere private with him,” she said simply.
“You’re not mad?”
“Do you want to go somewhere private with him?” I asked.
She didn’t answer.
I stepped close and pulled her into my arms. “It’s okay if you do. I mean, we both have sex with other girls. Heck, you wanted me to have sex with Lisa and Heather.”
“Yeah, but that’s different.”
“How?” When she didn’t answer, I continued. “Do you love him?”
She immediately shook her head.
“Do you think he’s cute?”
After a moment, she nodded.
“So, do you want to have sex with him?”
Hesitantly, she nodded. Then she looked up quickly. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it. I swear I won’t. If you want, I’ll tell him—”
“Hold on,” I said soothingly. “Slow down.” When she looked up at me apprehensively, I smiled. “I’m not jealous,” I said. “I know you don’t love him.”
“You’re really not angry?”
“No. I would be, though, if I thought you were falling for him. You’re not, are you?”
She quickly shook her head.
“Then what’s the problem? I love you. I know you love me. Are you going to let him come between us?”
“No,” she said without hesitation.
“Just like I don’t let Heather come between us. And I have sex with Heather.”
“But never alone.”
“I don’t think Tomás’s invitation really included you,” she said, smiling tentatively.
“So? If you have sex with him, by yourself, do you think you’ll love me any less?”
She shook her head.
“Will you want to break up with me?”
“Do you think you’ll enjoy it?”
“Would it bother you if I had sex with Annika? By myself?” I asked.
“No,” she said at once.
“’Cause I know you love me.”
“See? It works both ways. You trust me and I trust you. I trusted you with Scott.”
“That was different.”
“How?” I asked.
“You were in the other room.”
I nodded. “And tonight, I’ll probably be just down the hall. Tomás’s got a room here, right?”
She nodded. “Are you going to have sex with Annika?”
“I dunno,” I said with a shrug. “She’s interested, I think, but…” When a shadow crossed Gina’s face, I couldn’t help but smile. “Let me guess, you want to watch. Right?” I asked.
“God,” she said, without a trace of sarcasm, “you know me so well.”
“Yeah, I’d love to watch you and Annika together. She’s so incredibly sexy. But…”
“But you wanna see if Tomás is as good as he thinks he is.”
Instead of replying, she looked down and nodded.
I tilted her head up and kissed her tenderly. As the kiss heated up, her nipples hardened against my chest. “Are those for me?” I asked wryly. “Or Tomás?”
With a guilty grin, she playfully punched my shoulder.
Then we turned our attention to the rest of the party.
Once Gina realized I wasn’t upset, she started flirting with Tomás, teasing him. He took it as a challenge. Shortly after three in the morning, most of the partygoers had departed. Gina surreptitiously came and kissed me goodnight, whispering “good luck” in my ear. Then she went to find Tomás. With a satisfied smile, Annika took my hand and led me into the house. I hadn’t read her wrong; she was very interested.
“Your girlfriend, she does not mind?” she asked.
“She’s with Tomás,” I said, pulling the sexy Dutch girl toward me.
“You do not mind that she is with Tomás?” she asked, a little confused.
I shook my head. “I know she loves me. She’s just having fun with Tomás.”
“Like you are ‘having fun’ with me?”
“I thought you were having fun too,” I said evenly.
“I am. But you are different. I have never met an American man who does not talk to these,” she said, indicating her bare breasts.
“I’m not like other American men.”
She reached for the lump in my swimsuit. “Maybe you are not all that different?” she teased, squeezing gently.
“I think you’d be surprised.”
“Oh? Show me.”
“In a minute,” I said. “I want to shower.”
“Oh.” She started to pout, but I forestalled her with a roguish grin.
“D’you wanna join me?” I asked.
Her mood brightened immediately and she nodded.
Without hesitating, I untied my swim trunks and slid them down my legs. My dick, which had been half hard all night, sprang out and bobbed gently. Annika’s eyes darted to it and she smiled. When she looked up, I glanced down at her bikini bottoms and then lifted my eyebrows.
By the time she’d removed her bottoms, I was fully erect in anticipation. Her pubic hair was also chestnut-brown, and she kept it trimmed into a neat, narrow triangle. It was my turn to give her an appraising look. She moved to kiss me, but I turned and guided her toward the bathroom instead.
The shower was a big, tiled stall with a shower massager. We stepped into the spray and she immediately glided into my arms. My erection pressed against her as I kissed her fiercely. She returned the kiss with equal passion, wrapping her arms and one leg around me.
My original plan had been to tease her and get her really worked up before doing anything more. But as soon as I felt her luscious body press against me, something within me snapped. I cupped her ass as I ground my dick into her soft belly. She responded eagerly, her fingernails lightly raking down my back.
Then I pushed her against the tile wall with my body. Her full, sensuous lips hungrily pressed against my own and she invaded my mouth with her tongue. As we kissed, she ground her hips against me, mewling softly with increasing passion.
We separated long enough for her to dart a hand between us and grip my shaft, but then I pressed my lips against her again. She kneaded my hardness as our tongues danced against each other. With a low groan, I began kissing down the side of her neck. When I reached her collarbone, I worked my way back up her neck, making her squirm with delight. Then I turned my head and kissed her lips, my tongue seeking hers. Panting, she pulled back and tried to aim my cock at her pussy.
“Wait,” I said, suddenly thinking clearly. Most of my body, including my dick (which was 90% in control) screamed to keep going, but the rational part of my brain made me stop. “I don’t have any rubbers.”
“How do you say?” she said, her Dutch accent coming through. “I’m on the pill, baby.”
That was flawless American slang, I thought.
She tilted her pelvis and I eased forward. Then she guided my erection to her opening and sighed as my glans pressed against her. I slid into her easily, her steamy folds parting as my girth spread her open. Since I had her pinned against the wall with my body, she wrapped her other leg around me and clasped her ankles behind my back.
With short, sharp thrusts, I fucked her. Our lips never left each other, even when our breathing grew heavier. After flirting with her all night, I knew I was going to come quicker than I wanted to. I stopped once, but she urged me on, her voice a husky whisper in Dutch. I didn’t understand a word she said, but I definitely understood her desire.
Her breasts pressed against my chest as she held me close. I wanted to fondle them, but I wasn’t sure I could hold her up and play with them at the same time. But as I felt my climax draw near, I quit worrying about her breasts. With a deep jab, I buried myself inside her, groaning as I erupted. Her arms and legs tightened around me as I filled her with hot, white semen. Finally, the spurting slowed and I held myself still, my cock pulsing gently inside her.
As our breathing slowly returned to normal, I supported her and then took a step backward. With her arms and legs still wrapped around me, I moved under the spray from the shower. She squealed in surprise, but quickly quieted when I kissed her.
“You are still so hard,” she said, tilting her pelvis slightly.
“I told you, I’m not like other guys.”
“We will see.”
Carefully, she slid her hips back and my erection slipped out of her. As soon as I set her down, she smiled at me.
“Here,” she said. “Would you like me to bathe you?”
Instead of bar soap, she grabbed a squirt bottle. Then she picked up an irregularly shaped sea sponge and lathered it with a squirt of liquid soap. While she washed my shoulders and torso, I made sure to fondle her as much as I could. Then she set the sponge aside and knelt to wash my erection.
“You shave,” she said in surprise. “I did not notice before.” Then she examined my cock and balls, feeling them through the light coating of soap suds. “And you are circumcised, of course.”
“But why do you shave?”
“You trim your pubic hair,” I said. “Why do you do it?”
“I want to look good in a bikini,” she answered distractedly, fondling my smooth balls as she did. “And I want to look good for a man.”
“I don’t have to worry about looking good in a bikini, but I like to look good for a woman.”
She nodded thoughtfully. “Your girlfriend, she asks you to do this?”
“No. I do it because she enjoys it. And I enjoy it too.”
“Do you shave every day?”
“Most of the time.”
“How come you do not shave all of it?” she asked, pointing at the triangular patch of hair above my shaft.
“I don’t want to look like a little boy, I guess.”
“With this,” she said, wrapping her fingers around my hard shaft, “you will hardly look like a little boy.”
I laughed. “I guess you’re right.”
With a hungry look, she pushed me toward the stream of water. It ran down my chest and rinsed my cock and balls. Then she wrapped her lips around my glans and sucked lightly.
“Not yet,” I said, pulling her off.
“You do not want me too…?”
“Not yet,” I repeated. “Later.”
She arched an eyebrow.
“Right now, I want to wash you.”
“Oh,” she said, her eyes lighting up.
I decided against the sponge and simply lathered her with my hands. Besides, I enjoyed feeling her toned skin beneath my palms. When my erection grazed her soapy body, she reached for it and gently jerked me off, switching hands as I moved around her.
After she rinsed, I pressed her against the back wall of the shower. She tilted her head up as I lowered my lips to hers. Once again, my erection pressed into her belly. She moaned as I cupped her breast and gently kneaded her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
Since we’d been in the shower so long, our skin was starting to shrivel, but I didn’t want to let go of her long enough to dry off and move to the bed. She obviously had similar thoughts, because she tried to push me away twice, only to pull me back and kiss me passionately.
When we finally separated long enough to turn off the water, she surged into my arms again. My lips found hers and our water-beaded bodies pressed together as we kissed. Distractedly, she turned and tried to open the shower door. My hard-on was bent between us at an awkward angle, but I didn’t care; I knew it would soon be buried inside her.
She pulled us backward, toward the shower door, but it wasn’t open. When we leaned against it, it suddenly swung outward. We nearly tumbled to the bathroom floor, laughing. With passion’s spell broken, she playfully tossed me a towel. Then she grabbed one for herself and began to dry her hair. My eyes were glued to her as I toweled myself. When she finished drying her lovely body, she bent over, wrapped the towel around her hair, then twisted it so it would stay in place.
As she straightened, I stepped forward. Smiling, she beckoned me closer. In her embrace once again, our lips met. Her tongue darted in and out of my mouth, teasing me. Then she pulled back, grinning mischievously.
“If you shave yourself because you like to, do you like it when a woman shaves herself as well?” she asked, stepping away from me and teasing me with a smoldering look.
“Your girlfriend, she shaves herself?”
I nodded again. Gina currently sported the shaved-labia look, with only a triangular patch at the top of her slit. It was our compromise between what I wanted (completely shaved) and what she wanted (well trimmed, but not shaved).
“Then Tomás is in for a treat,” she said.
“How do you mean?” I asked, stepping toward her.
She backed into the vanity and grinned as I moved closer still. “Tomás likes to eat pussy,” she said. “This is the correct phrase, yes? Eat pussy?”
“He’s very good at it,” she said, clearly baiting me.
“I’m pretty good at it too.”
“Oh?” She scooted back and half-sat on the vanity, propping a leg up on the sink as she did.
Instead of doing what she expected—dropping to my knees and diving in—I scooped her into my arms and carried her toward the bed.
“What are you doing?” she asked in alarm. “I thought…”
Instead of answering her, I knelt on the bed and knee-walked toward the center, still holding her. A lightweight feather comforter covered the sheets, so I didn’t bother to pull it back to expose them. I set her down and then covered her body with my own as she stretched out. Once again, my lips sought hers and she eagerly responded.
“I thought you were going to…?” she asked when we separated.
“I will. But why rush things?” Since I’d already come once, the burning desire to climax had subsided. So I wanted to take my time with her. I don’t know if it was her intent or not, but I felt like I was being compared to Tomás. My competitive streak was provoked.
I began kissing her again, and she reached for my erection. I let her hold onto it as I kissed down her neck to the hollow of her shoulder. Then I trailed my lips across her throat, making her squirm. I rose slightly and put one hand between her legs. At my gentle touch, she spread her thighs, exposing her slit to my questing fingers.
As I kissed my way down the flat between her breasts, I teased her pussy with my fingertips, gently massaging her engorged lips. When I reached the level of her nipples, I paused and circled one with my tongue. Then I wrapped my lips around the little nub, sucking until it plumped in my mouth. I suckled her other nipple as well, moving between the two of them. All the while, I continued teasing her pussy with my fingers.
Finally, I kissed down her flat stomach. At her sex, I paused to inhale the aroma of her arousal. Then, instead of moving my head between her legs, I kissed the sensitive skin along her inner thigh. The heat of her pussy bathed my face, but I didn’t give in to temptation. Summoning up my willpower, I trailed my lips along her smooth skin. The gentle touch and my hot breath drove her crazy.
With my other hand, I tickled the back of her knee, feeling her shiver in response. Then I kissed toward her pussy again. In the light from the bathroom, I could see the dewdrops of her excitement as reflective jewels on her curly pubic hair. I spread one of the drops with my finger, causing her to shudder as I brushed the hidden base of her clit.
When my mouth reached the level of her pussy, I paused to blow cool air on her heated sex. She shivered—not from the chill, but from excitement. I smiled to myself and completely bypassed her pussy. She groaned, but quickly whimpered in pleasure when I kissed down her thigh.
For several minutes, I teased her, building her excitement to new levels. I came close to her pussy many times, but never touched it. Instead, I kissed, licked, and caressed every bit of sensitive skin from her navel down. Once, I even reached down and brushed her foot’s sensitive instep arch, not light enough to tickle, but with a soft, caressing touch.
Finally, I kissed back up her body, teasing her steamy pussy with my fingers, careful to avoid direct contact with her clit. I paused only long enough to nuzzle her flattened breasts and then continued to her lips. Once there, she practically attacked me, her lips crushed against mine, her breathing heavy against my cheek.
“Fuck me,” she said as I pulled back.
I shook my head.
“Fuck me,” she repeated.
“Please. Do not make me beg.”
I shook my head again, but circled her clit with my finger to take the edge off my refusal.
She closed her eyes in ecstasy, her eyelids shaded a dusky pink from arousal.
“I told you,” I said, smiling evilly, even though she couldn’t see it, “I’m not like other guys.”
She said something in Dutch. I had no idea what she said, but I recognized the burning desire in her tone. Her brow creased in concentration as she tried to press her clit against my palm. I pulled back just enough to remain in contact, denying her the pressure she sought.
She made a moue of frustration, so I palmed her mons and pressed a finger against her slit. Her pussy easily parted and she hissed when my finger slid inside her. Instead of removing it, I slid it deeper, all the way to the knuckle.
Then I rose on hands and knees and turned, kissing her body as I moved toward the junction of her thighs. She groaned when she felt my head move between her legs, but I didn’t lick her immediately. I wanted to tease her some more, so I pursed my lips and blew gently. Her hips bucked and then slowly fell. With a grin, I pulled back and waited for her to relax.
Finally, I lowered my head and gently kissed her outer labia, tasting her for the first time. She gasped, but then I pulled back, brushing her inner thighs with my cheeks. Then I teased the base of her clit with my chin.
I continued like that for another minute, giving her a small taste of what was to come, but not enough to satisfy her. At last, she cried out in frustration and thrust her hips at me. With a grin of satisfaction, I rested my arms on either side of her hips and lowered my lips to her mons.
Using my tongue, I parted her labia, feeling the short, soft curls of her pubic hair on my nose. Then I wrapped my arms around her hips and used my fingers to hold her open. After a moment’s pause, I ran my tongue along the exposed length of her slit. She cried out again, although the cry held less frustration and more pleasure.
At last, I began licking her slit, tasting the tangy, metallic, sweet flavor of her juices. She moaned incoherently when I flipped the tip of my tongue under the hood of her clit and teased her. Then I pursed my lips and sucked her engorged inner labia into my mouth, teasing them with my tongue. She shuddered and thrust her hips upward.
I continued licking and sucking her for several minutes. Then I slowly spread her open all the way. Like an orchid blooming, the delicate folds of her pussy opened before me. I pursed my lips around the base of her clit and sucked gently, causing her to cry out again.
Insistently, she pulled my hips toward her until I straddled her face. Then she wrapped her lips around my erection. She tried to suck me, but my tongue on her pussy completely wrecked her concentration. I grinned to myself and continued licking her. As I did, she clutched the sheets and moaned around my cock.
Finally, she pulled her mouth off my shaft.
“Fuck me now,” she panted. “If you want, I will beg. But please, do not make me.”
Who was I to refuse?
In an instant, I turned around, my hips spreading her legs. She gazed into my eyes, her arms gripping my triceps as I positioned myself above her. Then she reached down and seized my saliva-slick shaft, steadying it at her opening.
Instead of entering her immediately, I pushed forward gently and then stopped.
“You want me to beg?” she panted.
I shook my head.
“Then fuck me. Please fuck me. You drive me crazy with your tongue and then you tease me with your cock. You are not like other American men. Okay?”
My grin widened.
“How can you grin at me when you are between my legs?” she asked.
I didn’t answer. Instead, I continued smirking at her as I eased my cock into her wetness.
“Oh, I do not care,” she sighed. “You can grin all you want. Just fuck me.”
When I bottomed out, I held myself still. “You like how I eat pussy?” I asked. I have no idea what I was thinking, but I suddenly wanted to know that I was better than Tomás.
She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes shut.
“Better than Tomás?”
To my surprise, she actually shook her head. “Tomás is very good,” she said as she opened her eyes, her voice still husky with desire. “But he is not big like you.”
“Big like me…?” I asked, a little bewildered. I guess I was still in shock at learning that Tomás ate pussy better than me.
“Yes,” Annika said, breathless. “Your cock.” Then she wet her lips. “Now, please, fuck me. You tease me all night and then you do not fuck me.” When I didn’t respond immediately, she moved her hands to my ass and tried to get me to start thrusting. “Okay,” she said, “now I beg. Please, Paul, please, please, plea—”
I cut her off mid-sentence, kissing her to silence her. Then I began moving my hips, my cock sliding in and out of her slippery recesses. She moaned into my mouth and then wrapped her legs around my thighs.
Her pussy was molten, and I silently cursed myself for trying to compete with a guy who wasn’t even in the room. As I slid into her, she moaned in time with my thrusts. Her pussy spasmed around my girth, squeezing me with the first twinges of her building orgasm.
I thrust into her for several minutes, rotating my hips and varying my pace as I did. She raked her fingernails down my back and then cupped my ass, pulling me into her.
Finally, she pushed me back. Using body language alone, she urged me to roll over. We separated as we did, but she quickly straddled my hips and gripped my shaft with her hand. Steadying herself with her other hand on my chest, she rose and then set the tip of my dick against her opening.
With a low groan, she settled onto my cock. Then she began to ride me, her breasts swaying as she rose and fell. Moisture from her pussy ran down my shaft and over my balls. I smiled to myself and reached for her breasts.
She shuddered when I teased her nipples with my thumbs. Her pussy clenched me, but she didn’t stop bouncing atop me. At the bottom of each stroke, she rocked her hips, rubbing her clit against the thick base of my shaft.
Finally, she threw her head back and cried out, arching her back as her pussy spasmed. A fresh wave of moisture flowed over my shaft when she climaxed. Her whole body shook with a series of tremors, her inner muscles clenching as her thighs quivered.
At last, her orgasm subsided and she collapsed backward, between my legs. She lay like that for a while, panting. Then, with a little twist, she straightened first one leg, then the other. Finally, she slid backward a little, letting my trapped manhood spring free and wetly slap against my stomach.
When she recovered enough to move, she knelt between my legs and flipped her damp hair to the side (the towel had long since come off). Then she wrapped her hand around my girth and tongued my shaft. I was already close, so it didn’t take her long to coax an orgasm from my balls. When I came, she squeezed and massaged the base of my shaft as she swallowed my load.
Finally, she crawled up and collapsed half on top of me. Languidly, she threw one leg over mine and laid her head on my chest. We lay in silence for a long time. I don’t know how long it was, but neither of us drifted off to sleep. I guess we were both too keyed up with emotion.
“Why do you want to know about Tomás?” she asked at last, lifting her head to look at me. “Is it because he is with your girlfriend?”
I shrugged noncommittally.
“Does it bother you that I told you the truth? About the way he eats pussy?”
I actually thought about that one before shrugging. I guess it did bother me a little, but I didn’t like that it did.
“You want me to tell you? Most guys do not want to know about other men.”
“I told you,” I said, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, “I’m not like other men.”
She raised her eyebrows and looked at me with a new respect.
I shrugged again, this time a little angrily. I don’t know if I was angry with myself, or with Tomás.
“Why is it always competition with men?” she asked, rolling her eyes. “You cannot always be the best at what you do? So?” she said, waving her arm. “Tomás eats pussy better than you. So what?”
“I thought I did okay,” I said, trying not to sound sullen.
“Okay? Okay? You made me beg! Few men could make me beg.” Then she half-scowled at me.
As if reading her mind, I smiled and said, “Don’t worry. I’m not the kind of guy who brags about stuff like that.”
She shook her head. “I did not think you were.”
“But you wondered,” I accused, smiling to take the sting out of it.
She looked chagrined. Then she shrugged. “Perhaps.”
“So Tomás is better than me?” I mused, trying to keep my tone light.
“I did not say that.”
I looked at her and raised my eyebrows.
“I said he eats pussy better than you.” Then she reached for my flaccid penis. “You men seem to have a thing about the size of your cocks, so you should be happy.”
“You are bigger than Tomás.” She squeezed for emphasis. “Happy?”
“Are you going to just squeeze, or are you ready for the next round?”
In a flash, I flipped her to her back, straddled her hips, and pinned her wrists to the bed above her head.
“You think you are ready?” she taunted with a haughty grin.
Instead of replying, I released her hands, sat up, and scooted forward until my semi-hard dick rested between her breasts. With a smile, she pushed them together and cradled my manhood. Then she lifted her head and licked the tip of my stiffening member. Between her soft, full breasts and her luscious lips, she quickly had me hard as steel.
“Maybe you are ready,” she said, a little bemused.
For the next fifteen minutes, she licked and sucked my cock, occasionally tilting her head so she could suck my balls. Then she wordlessly urged me between her legs. When I entered her, she closed her eyes and moistened her lips.
“Tomás may eat pussy better,” she sighed, “but you fuck better.”
Instead of answering, I began thrusting.
It took me a long time to come, but Annika certainly didn’t mind. She didn’t have an earth-shattering orgasm like before, but she tensed up and climaxed, clawing my back lightly as she did. When I was close to my release, she pulled me to her and began whispering in my ear in Dutch. The words were soft and sexy, full of desire.
Finally, I buried myself deep within her and loosed a torrent of semen. We lay together, joined, for several minutes, catching our breath. Then I lifted myself on my arms and smiled down at her. She returned my smile and lifted her head to plant a kiss on my lips. At last, I pulled my softening dick out of her and rolled to my back, pulling her with me.
“You are different,” she said, caressing my chest.
“Your girlfriend, she gets this every night? How does she survive?” Then she laughed softly. “Poor Tomás,” she lamented, without much sympathy. “He thought seducing your girlfriend would be easy. ‘I will show her what a real lover is like,’ he said, ‘a Spanish lover. She will never want to leave my bed,’ he said.”
I chuckled darkly.
“I think Tomás might be—how do you say?—I think he might be playing with fire.”
Gina and I stayed on Ibiza for another week. After only a day, Annika talked us into checking out of our hotel on the beach and simply staying at her father’s villa. I slept with her, while Gina spent her nights with Tomás.
Every day, Gina and I bathed together, soaking in the tub and simply relaxing. Both Annika and Tomás were slow to rise, so Gina and I enjoyed the time alone together. More often than not, we wouldn’t have sex. When we did, it was slow, gentle, and sensuous. Our baths were a languid time, and we both enjoyed them.
Once Annika and Tomás had fully awakened, we’d sit on the veranda and eat a leisurely lunch—prepared by the cook. Then other teenagers—mostly the people from the party—would trickle in and we’d lounge on the villa’s beach. Some days, we’d ride our ubiquitous scooters to the public beach. Gina and I had rented our own Vespas, so we fit right in with the rest of the gang.
At the beach, the girls all went topless and the guys wore European brief-style swimsuits. Try as hard as she might, Annika couldn’t convince me to wear one. I thought I’d look ridiculous, so I flatly refused.
Most nights, Annika or her friend Mia hosted a party. Mia was the daughter of a wealthy Danish businessman, and his island house was almost as large as Annika’s. We had bonfires on the private beaches or simply drank and danced by the pool. The teenagers were from all over the world: the Netherlands, Denmark, Sweden, England, Spain, Argentina, and Venezuela. We were the only Americans, but English and Spanish seemed to be the common languages. All the northern Europeans spoke English very well, and I could follow most of the conversations in Spanish.
“I want to go dancing,” Annika said one day after brunch.
“Sure,” I said. “Where?”
“Rome?” Gina and I asked at the same time.
Tomás merely smiled indulgently.
“Rome,” Annika said definitively. “The best clubs are in Rome or Paris, but I am tired of Paris.”
So the four of us and two other couples packed some clothes and flew to Rome. We didn’t buy tickets for a commercial flight and we didn’t charter an airplane. Annika simply called the airport and told someone that we wanted to go to Rome. It was as simple as that.
The next thing I knew, we were on a Jetstream turboprop, headed for Italy. As part of Annika’s graduation present, her father kept the plane on standby for her use.
I was dying to try flying the plane, but I knew I didn’t have enough experience. The pilots might’ve let me take the controls for a few minutes—out of deference to their employer’s daughter—but I didn’t want to make a big deal about it. So I contented myself with a few peeks through the cockpit door.
In Rome, we stayed at a walled villa belonging to a friend of Annika’s father. The friend wasn’t there, but his daughter, Sofie, was happy to see us. She and Annika had been friends since childhood.
Every night, we went to a different dance club, never returning home until after sunrise. Every day, we slept until noon. In the afternoons, Gina, Annika, Tomás, and I saw the sights, with Sofie as our guide. We saw the Colosseum. We went to the Vatican and toured St. Peter’s Basilica. We gazed up at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. We threw three coins into Trevi Fountain and walked the Spanish Steps.
We wanted to rub the left foot of La Pieta, but it was guarded behind bulletproof glass, because some madman had attacked it with a sledgehammer. Like the tourist I was, I carried my camera everywhere, taking pictures of the architecture and the people. The others teased me about the camera, but I was having fun.
When we weren’t being tourists, we lived like sybarites. Tomás insisted on paying for everything. Annika privately explained that even though her father was quite a bit wealthier than Tomás’s mother (who was heir to a fortune from a chemical company), it was a point of honor with the dark Spaniard. Gina and I marveled at it all. Our parents weren’t poor, not by any standards, but they didn’t have the kind of money that Annika and Tomás routinely threw around.
After four days in Rome, we went back to Ibiza. Annika’s villa seemed to be the home base for the group of wealthy scions. Once there, Gina and I called her grandparents to let them know where we were and that we were okay.
“You want to be an architect?” Annika asked.
Tomás and Gina were at the public beach with Mia, Niels (her boyfriend), and several others. Annika and I had stayed behind at the villa. At the moment, we were alone on the private beach, sunbathing nude.
“Yep,” I answered, shading my eyes with my hand.
“Why did you choose architecture?” she asked.
I shrugged and propped myself up on one elbow. “I dunno. I guess I just like it.”
“What about it?”
“It’s kinda hard to explain,” I said. “I don’t know really. I just look at a building—like last week in Rome—and I see all the little details that come together and make it baroque, or rococo, or neoclassical. I like that.” I shrugged again. “Like I said, it’s hard to explain.”
“Why not be a doctor, or a lawyer, or a businessman?”
“Well, I guess I like architecture ’cause it lasts. I mean, think about all those buildings in Rome. They were built two thousand years ago. Some architect designed and built them. He created something that’s… well… real. His kids probably walked past them and said, ‘My father built that.’ And their kids after them did the same thing. You know?”
“So what do you want to do?” I asked. “With your life, I mean. You’re going to Princeton, right?”
“Yes.” Then she sighed. “I do not know what I want to do. I will probably major in something like art history.”
“You don’t want to go into business with your father?”
“Certainly not,” she said hastily. Abruptly, she changed the subject. “If you like architecture, you should see Greece,” she said.
“I really want to, but…”
“My mother has a flat in Athens.”
“She does?” I asked, surprised, even though I shouldn’t have been.
“Yes. Her current husband is Greek. He owns—”
“Let me guess: a shipping company,” I said, finishing her thought.
She nodded, smiling a little guiltily.
“How many husbands has your mother had?” I asked.
“Five. Counting the Greek.”
“Your father,” I said, counting on my fingers, “the Swedish shipping magnate, the other Dutch guy, what did he do?”
“He runs an airline.”
“Right,” I said, remembering. “And then the Greek shipping magnate. Who am I missing?”
“The Norwegian,” she said.
“Oh yeah! The oil millionaire.”
Annika shrugged. “My mother likes wealthy men.”
“And you?” I asked, turning serious. “What kind of men do you like?”
“I want to go for a swim,” she said, standing suddenly. “Come on.” She held her hand down to me and shook it impatiently. When I didn’t immediately take it, she huffed and then headed for the sea.
After a few minutes, I joined her in the warm Mediterranean. When she saw me, she slicked back her hair and waded toward me, as if nothing had happened.
“Do you still want to go to Greece?” she asked.
“Me too,” she said. Then she paused. “Maybe I will let you show me this architecture you are so fond of.”
“Okay,” I said. “It’s a deal.”
The next day, the four of us were on the Jetstream, headed for Greece. Annika’s mother’s “flat” turned out to be a luxurious three-floor apartment. To Annika’s surprise, her mother—an older version of Annika herself; very beautiful and very elegant—was actually at the apartment.
We stayed four days in Athens, mostly relaxing and seeing the sights. We hiked to the top of the Acropolis and looked out upon the ancient city from the Parthenon. Then we walked along the Agora, as Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle had done millennia before. We visited the Theater of Dionysus, and the narrow streets of the Plaka. I imagined what it must have been like to live in Athens during its heyday. And, of course, I took pictures of everything.
Throughout it all, Gina marveled at my sense of wonder, and I think she began to see the city differently herself. To my surprise, Annika showed an interest in the city as well. Maybe she was actually enjoying herself, or maybe she was simply competing with Gina. I couldn’t tell which, but it didn’t seem to bother Gina, so I didn’t worry about it. Much.
Eventually, though, we boarded the Jetstream and returned to Ibiza. Once again, we called Gina’s grandparents to let them know we were back on the island. They were amazed that we’d gotten so much traveling done. We simply told them we’d made some new friends and were seeing the sights with them.
Unfortunately, our time in Europe was drawing to a close. Annika wanted to take us to Amsterdam to show us her home, but we had to return to London. We had already cut two days from our time with Gina’s grandparents, so we needed to get back.
To our surprise, Annika volunteered to come with us to London. Tomás thought it was a splendid idea as well, so we called Gina’s grandparents and asked if they didn’t mind an additional guest or two. They had more than enough room, they said, so the four of us left Mia and the party crowd in Ibiza.
We borrowed one of Annika’s father’s cars, a big white Mercedes, and drove to the airport. The flight crew loaded our baggage into the Jetstream’s cargo hold while we got settled in the cabin. Gina smiled at me as I cocked an ear and listened to the pilots’ conversation while they taxied to the runway for takeoff.
Back in London, Gina and I were once again reunited in the same bed. Annika and Tomás shared the room next door. Both of them understood that we didn’t want Gina’s grandparents to know about our swapping.
“Besides,” Annika said with a grin, “this is a good way to get Tomás used to not having Gina. I understand she—how do you say?—she kept him hopping.”
I nodded with a sly grin of my own.
For the next two days, we simply relaxed and did a little shopping. Since we’d spent practically none of our money, we purchased gifts for our family and friends, as well as things for ourselves. We bought so much that we ended up purchasing a steamer trunk to ship it all home.
Finally, it was time for us to fly back to America. Annika and Tomás graciously thanked Gina’s grandparents for letting them visit. We also exchanged addresses and phone numbers with the European teenagers. Since Annika was going to college in the U.S., she promised to visit us in Knoxville.
With all of our luggage and purchases, we took a pair of taxis to the airport. Annika, Tomás, and Gina’s grandparents walked us to the gate. After saying goodbye, Annika and Tomás headed for the charter terminal and the waiting Jetstream. Half an hour later, our flight started boarding and we said goodbye to Gina’s grandparents.
Once on the plane, Gina and I flopped into our seats, exhausted. I think we slept through the entire flight home.
Once we arrived at Gina’s house, we called Susan to let our families know we made it home safely. Gina’s dad was still in Atlanta, so we called him at work and told him we were home.
We spent the next few days simply relaxing at Gina’s house. Even though we’d spent most of our time with other partners, Gina and I had lost none of our closeness.
“Tomás was good in bed,” she said, “but his machismo was really grating.”
“Yeah. He was fun to be around and all, but early on, I decided that you were much better as a boyfriend.”
“Thanks,” I said. “I guess.”
She smiled and then kissed my cheek. “You’re good in bed and you don’t have a touchy Spanish ego,” she said.
“Yeah,” I agreed, “I know what you mean. Annika was really nice, but… well… I guess I missed you. I mean, you know me much better than she does.”
“I guess that means you and I have more than just sex going for us,” I said.
“I guess so,” she said with a smile. “But the sex is really good, too. Although…,” she trailed off wistfully.
Even with her sun-darkened complexion, I could tell she was blushing.
“Did Tomás really give head that good?” I asked, somewhat incredulous.
“How did you know about that?” she asked nervously.
“Annika told me.”
“Was he better than me?” Why was I beating myself up over this?! I wondered irritably.
“Not better,” she temporized, “just different.”
“Different as in better?”
She shook her head almost defiantly.
I could tell she wasn’t telling the truth. I don’t know why it bothered me so much. Worse, I didn’t like that it did bother me.
“You’re upset,” she said.
“No, I’m not,” I said, trying not to sound snappish.
“Um,” she said hesitantly. “If it makes a difference, I think I know why he’s so good at… you know.”
“Why?” I asked. Did I really want to know?
“’Cause he’s kinda small.”
“Small? He’s taller than me.”
“Not that way,” she said. “You know. Small.” Then she held up her fingers, about five inches apart. I tried not to grin as she looked at her fingers and then moved them closer together.
She nodded. “Yeah, I could get him all the way in my mouth, and I can only take about half of you.”
“Uh-huh. So I guess because he’s kinda… um… below average, he gives really good head.”
“I guess,” I said.
“Why do you think I really enjoyed our baths together?” she asked. “I mean, besides spending time with you.”
“I dunno, why?”
“I liked when I could sit on your lap and just feel you inside me, filling me up.”
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “I mean, I guess I’m supposed to say that size doesn’t matter. And I guess it really doesn’t. But you make me feel… I dunno… full of love. And…”
“Well, with Tomás, it was always like he was trying to please me because it was like… a feather in his cap.” She paused to make sure I understood. “So he wasn’t really doing it for me, he was doing it for him, and his ego.”
“How do you think that makes me feel?” she asked rhetorically. “I mean, I’m not some bimbo who’s just there to stroke his ego.”
“When I’m with you,” she said, her eyes softening, “I know you’re doing things to make me feel good, because you like pleasing me.”
“So Tomás might’ve given me more pleasure, in one small way, but it was kinda empty. You know?”
I nodded again.
“With you, it’s different. That’s why I decided Tomás was fun, but I definitely want you for a boyfriend.” Then she grinned and straddled me. “Now, all this talk of sex has gotten me worked up,” she said, unbuttoning my shirt. “Maybe you need to remind me why I like your big, thick dick.”
Eventually, we loaded my Jeep and drove to South Carolina. It was fun traveling with Gina, and we felt like adults. At camp, our families were happy to see us, but it was going to be a little weird not sleeping with Gina. Somehow, the old top bunk didn’t look all that inviting anymore.
Kendall, whose family was already at camp, was happy to see us. Manfred and Maureen were there as well. They had been dating throughout the previous year, and were even going to college together, at UNC Charlotte.
The Jordans and Zacharys left the day after Gina and I arrived, so I didn’t have to deal with any of them. That was probably for the best, because Mark had evidently been doing his level best to seduce Kendall. I probably would’ve hit him, even though I knew Kendall could take care of herself.
And even though we weren’t officially “tied” to each other, she’d never found anyone else she wanted as a boyfriend. I knew she’d gone on dates, and from things she’d said, I suspected she’d actually had sex with at least two other guys (one of whom she was very secretive about). But we never talked about it, and I knew she was still deeply in love with me.
I was very much in love with her, and she played a large part in my decision to attend UT. The school had an excellent architecture program, and the new Art & Architecture building was a big lure, but Kendall had been at the heart, so to speak, of my choice.
After our trip to Europe, I think Gina’s desire for a swinging party with our parents waned. It was still there, not far under the surface, but she seemed content. It would’ve been a lopsided party, too, since her father was still in Atlanta. Elizabeth promised her daughter that we’d get together before Gina and I had to move away to college.
Before Gina left camp, she, Kendall, and I talked about the Raefords. Dennis and Elaine arrived in camp on the first of August. Gina didn’t have any problem with Kendall and me swinging with the other couple, but it was something we needed to decide together. I think Gina was mostly upset that she wouldn’t get to join in. She and Leah were going to visit Kara in Charleston and then the three of them planned to drive to Richmond to see their grandparents.
“There’ll be other times,” I told her.
She knew I was right, but she was still disappointed that she had to leave.
Instead of Kendall and me swinging with the Raefords by ourselves, Susan planned to host a small party at her house. Mom and Dad would be there as well. Before the party, they talked to Kendall and me in our cabin, to get a feel for our expectations and desires. Primarily, they wanted to know how comfortable we would be if they joined in.
“We can hang back,” Mom said, “and act as chaperones, more or less, or…”
“We can participate,” Dad finished. “Whichever you prefer.”
“Swinging is about being comfortable,” Mom said.
“And sex, of course,” Dad added.
“It’s also about boundaries,” Mom said. “Some, you cross, while you have to respect others. We don’t want anyone to be jealous, or have their feelings hurt. But we want you to have fun, relax, and enjoy your bodies.”
“But it’s not just about that,” Dad said, to which Mom nodded.
“It’s about sharing,” Mom said. “And giving. And mutual respect.”
“So we wanted to talk to you first,” Dad said to Kendall and me. “We think you’re both mature enough to decide for yourselves, and we respect your judgment.”
“Thanks,” I said.
“Your mom and I would like to join you all,” he continued, “but…”
“That may be more than you’re comfortable with right now,” Mom finished.
“Can we talk about it?” I asked, nodding toward Kendall.
“Sure,” Dad said, smiling in approval. “We’ll be down at the lake.” Then they stood. Hand in hand, they walked out the door together.
“What do you think?” I asked Kendall.
She paused for a moment to gather her thoughts.
“I mean, you want to join Dennis and Elaine, right?”
She nodded. “You know I do,” she said softly.
I nodded. It was something we’d talked about the year before, at Bridget’s cabin in the mountains. Kendall was attracted to Dennis’s rugged good looks, but she was also excited by the thrill of having sex with him while I watched. She was still nervous, but she was determined to get over her “fear of flying.”
In addition, she wanted to watch me with Elaine. The curvy, petite blonde was very different from Gina (and Kendall herself, for that matter), so the thought of me having sex with her was exciting.
“But the bigger question is,” Kendall said, breaking my reverie, “do you want me to have sex with your father?”
I hadn’t even thought of that. How would I feel about watching my father have sex with my girlfriend? Would it feel weird? Would I be jealous? Was I worried about losing her? A million questions and doubts swirled through my head, but ultimately, the decision wasn’t completely mine. So I searched Kendall’s eyes.
“Do you want to?” I asked.
“He’s handsome, funny, kind, and a lot like you,” she said. “But I don’t feel the same way about him that I do about you.”
Then she turned introspective. “I think it’d be okay if your parents joined us. I know your father’s really interested in me.”
I looked a question at her.
“He is,” she said. “He doesn’t show it, much, but I can tell.”
She shrugged. “I just can.” Then, “Haven’t you ever noticed your mom teasing him about it? She knows.”
“No, I hadn’t. She does?”
“Yeah, but she’s nice about it, not mean. I’m sure they’ve talked about it, and your mom knows your father’s a man, not a saint. Besides, he’d never hurt me, or let me get hurt. And, like you, I know he’ll always do the right thing.”
I shook my head in wonder. “I’m always amazed by how much insight you have into other people’s lives.”
She shrugged again. “It’s all there on display, if you know how to look.”
“And…,” she started, then stopped, blushing.
“And… well… I guess I’d kinda like your parents to join us.” Then she blushed deeper. “Gina’s a true voyeur, but I guess I like to watch too. Not as much as she does, but I still like it. And… well… every time we watched, outside Susan’s bedroom, your parents really looked like they knew what they were doing… you know.”
I nodded. I’d watched my father often enough to realize he was a good lover. Call it a competitive analysis.
“You don’t mind?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “I guess I don’t. But before we go down to the lake, there’s something I want you to do.”
I nodded, grinning. Then I kissed her, tenderly at first, but the kiss quickly became more intense.
She grinned when I put her hand on my growing erection. For a few minutes, she stroked my hardness as we kissed. Then I pulled back and gently pushed her toward my lap. When her lips circled my glans, I put my hand on the back of her head and let my own head rest on the back of the couch. She was surprised when I came so quickly, but she didn’t seem upset.
Afterward, we kissed, and I could taste myself on her lips. I looked into her eyes, trying to discern if she wanted to continue. With her uncanny insight, she knew what I was thinking.
“I’m fine,” she said, shaking her head. “Right now I just want to lie here with you.”
I nodded and kissed her again. Then she unfolded her long legs and stretched out on the couch, her head cradled in my lap. Lazily, I massaged her temple and ran my fingers through her hair, enjoying the companionable silence.
At Susan’s party, the anticipation was almost palpable. Kendall had told her parents we were going to have dinner at Susan’s house and then relax there afterward. Mom and Dad had offered to let the Paytons borrow our station wagon so they could drive to town and see a movie with Drew and Erin. Dennis and Elaine had put their kids to bed, and the Fergusons would keep an eye on them. So we were all looking forward to an evening without interruptions.
Susan opened a couple of bottles of white wine and we made ourselves comfortable in the living room. Then, to break the ice, we played one of the oldest teenage games around: Truth or Dare. At first, I thought they were joking. But then I realized that playing with other adults, especially swingers, would be interesting.
Susan went first, asking for a dare. Elaine dared her to demonstrate her blowjob technique on a wine bottle. With a grin, Susan did. She didn’t take it as deep as I knew she could take a dick, but she definitely made it a performance to remember.
Then it was Elaine’s turn; she picked truth. Before anyone could speak up, Kendall asked the older woman why she was so attracted to me.
Elaine blushed. “I guess he reminds me of Dennis, but that’s only part of it. It’s exciting, and kind of taboo, too. I want to have sex with him while Dennis watches.” She squeezed her husband’s hand. Then she looked Kendall in the eye. “Every time I watch you with him, I get really wet.”
“She does,” Dennis agreed.
“And I guess I want to see what it’s like,” Elaine continued, “having sex with an eighteen-year-old stud.”
“It’s pretty good,” Kendall said innocently.
“Okay, Kendall,” Susan said when the laughter died down. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” Kendall said, sipping her wine to cover her blush.
“Tell us one of your sexual fantasies,” I said before anyone else could speak. I knew a lot of them, and most would immediately get her hot.
She blushed deeper and rolled her eyes at me.
“You chose truth,” I said, grinning remorselessly.
She cleared her throat. “I want Paul to pick up a woman he’s attracted to, someone we don’t know,” she said, looking down. “I want him to ‘force’ me to have sex with her, while he watches.” She looked up at me, her eyes smoldering. “And then I want him to have sex with both of us.”
“Holy cow,” Dennis muttered.
Elaine smiled at him, leaned close, and began to play with his erection.
“Your turn,” Kendall said to me, obviously relishing the anticipation. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” I said semi-defiantly.
“Masturbate for one minute,” Susan immediately suggested.
In front of everyone? My parents? Now?! When I glanced at her and tried to look betrayed, she merely arched an eyebrow. So I uncrossed my legs and leaned back, supporting myself with one arm. Kendall immediately shifted and brought her lips to my ear. I could feel her warm breath on my skin, and if it weren’t so erotic, it would’ve tickled.
“Do you want me to… um… help?” she whispered.
I nodded and reached for my semi-erect member.
“That question about my sexual fantasy was cruel,” she said, a smile in her voice. “You’re lucky,” she continued. “I almost told them about wanting you to have sex with me and then come on my face… at the Thanksgiving dinner table… with my whole family watching.”
That did the trick. In an instant, I was hard as a rock. Kendall chuckled softly.
“You’d better start whacking off,” she teased. “You chose dare,” she added, throwing my own words back at me.
For a minute, I stroked myself while Kendall rubbed her luscious body against me and whispered in my ear. She described how she wanted me to thrust into her and then straddle her chest, spewing my come over her face. I had no idea why her fantasy was to do that at the Thanksgiving dinner table, but it turned me on as much as it did her.
Finally, my dad called time. Kendall and I reluctantly turned our attention to the other people in the room. I grinned when I realized that Mom was fondling Dad’s hard-on. Then, to my surprise, Kendall gently wiped a drop of pre-come from the tip of my dick. Sensuously, she sucked her finger clean. When Dennis gasped softly, we all chuckled.
“Okay,” Mom said to Susan. “Your turn. Again.”
“Masturbate for one minute,” Mom said, grinning.
Without batting an eye, Susan uncrossed her legs, spread them, and then moistened her fingers. She spent the next minute rubbing herself, putting on a show.
Next, Mom chose truth. Elaine asked her about the most unusual place she’d ever had sex. Mom simply grinned at Dad.
“On the couch in my parents’ living room,” Mom said.
“That’s not so unusual,” Elaine said.
“At the time,” Dad explained, “her parents were ten feet away.”
Mom shook her head. “David and I were pretending to be asleep on the couch, under a blanket. My mom and dad were in the kitchen, talking with my sister, Ginny, about her wedding. They had their backs to us and weren’t paying attention, but if they’d turned around, they probably would’ve figured out what we were up to.”
“Wow,” Elaine said.
Mom and Dad grinned at each other in shared memory.
For her turn, Elaine chose truth. Dennis immediately asked her to tell us about her wildest sexual fantasy. She said she wanted to have sex with three men at the same time. Dad, Dennis, and I all glanced at each other and grinned.
After that, we went a couple more rounds in the game, with each one getting progressively more sexual: Dennis, kiss Kendall’s breasts without getting an erection (he couldn’t do it); Susan, tell us about the biggest dick you’ve ever had (eleven inches, Dwight Delozier); David, drink wine from Elaine’s navel (some of it ran down her stomach, and he licked that up too); Kendall, tell us what you like most about Dennis’s hard-on (how thick it was).
When it was Elaine’s turn to choose, she picked dare.
“Let Paul rub his erection on your face for one minute,” Susan said, grinning mischievously. “But,” she continued, “you have to keep your eyes and mouth closed.”
Elaine was obviously disappointed, but she nodded as she rose to her knees. I stood and walked toward her. She shut her eyes, firmly closed her mouth, and leaned forward a little.
She whimpered when my cock touched her face, then moaned softly as I pressed the hardness of my erection against her cheek. She swallowed hard as I began gently moving my glans over her smooth skin. I made sure to lean close, so she could feel the heat of my body.
It was fun watching her facial expression change as I gently rubbed my shaft over her skin. She was barely restraining herself, which made my enjoyment even greater. When I looked back to see if Dad was going to call time, he merely grinned and silently held up two fingers: two minutes. With a grin of my own, I continued rubbing my stiff cock against Elaine.
I don’t know how much time passed, but I rubbed her face for at least another two minutes. When I put one hand on the back of her head, she finally lost control.
“Screw this,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I lose.” Then her eyes popped open as she grabbed my erection and wrapped her lips around the head.
As she sucked me, she moaned softly, eagerly tonguing the underside of my shaft. Around us, everyone chuckled and then joined in.
Kendall crooked a finger at Dennis, who made a beeline for her. At first, they kissed, but he quickly began to lick and suck her nipples. She held his head to her breast for a few moments but then lay back and spread her legs, offering her pussy to him. Mom moved toward Dennis and started sucking his cock while he licked Kendall’s trimmed pussy. Susan and Dad, both still on the couch, started kissing and fooling around as well.
Elaine continued sucking me, oblivious to what was going on around us. On the couch, Susan knelt in front of Dad and was slowly sucking him off. To my right, Kendall was writhing in ecstasy as Dennis sucked her clit. At the same time, Mom was trying to swallow his thick cock. Even though she could deep throat Dad—who was longer than me—she couldn’t get more than half of Dennis’s thick dick in her mouth.
After a moment, I turned my attention back to Elaine. Then I put my hands on the sides of her face and guided her motions. From the times I’d seen her have sex, with Dennis or my parents, I knew she liked having her face fucked. I was happy to oblige her. She started rubbing her pussy as soon as I began thrusting. A couple of times, I pulled my saliva-slick manhood out of her mouth and rubbed it over her face, making her moan with desire.
When I finally tensed up with the first rush of orgasm, she gripped my ass and pulled me close, trying to impale herself on my shaft. With a groan, I erupted, filling her mouth with salty white liquid.
Afterward, I lay on the floor with her. While I sucked her nipples and trailed my fingers through her dark bush, she stroked my semi-hard penis. Elaine had trimmed her pubic hair very close, and while it wasn’t as narrow as Kendall kept hers trimmed, it was still a lot sparser than it had been the year before.
When my fingers found her slit, I discovered that she was soaked. So I quickly began rubbing between her inner and outer labia. Then I circled the base of her clit, driving her higher. Her hand gripped my resurgent cock and she gasped in pleasure. I continued playing with her until her chest flushed and she began to buck her hips against my hand.
At the same time, behind me, Kendall sounded like she was getting ready to come. A moment later, she grew silent, and I knew she was in the throes of her orgasm. I continued teasing Elaine, vibrating my finger against her clit and then plunging it into her molten slit. With a groan, she arched her back and climaxed.
When her orgasm subsided, I rolled to my back and she came with me, bonelessly resting her head on my chest. As she panted, she threw one leg over mine and stroked my chest.
To my left, I watched as Kendall gestured for Dennis to move his hips between her legs. Then, to my surprise, she glanced at me. When she saw I was paying attention, she stretched her hand out to me. I trailed my lips along her palm, planting a kiss on the silver ring from the year before. Then she caressed my cheek as I kissed her wrist. She shivered and smiled when my lips brushed against her pulse.
Between her legs, Dennis rubbed his thick cock against her pussy. She gasped as the head brushed her clit. I smiled, reassuring her with my eyes. Because Kendall was so tight—still—Dennis would have to take his time. His cock was shorter than mine, but what it lacked in length, it made up for in girth. Slowly, he worked himself into her. The whole time, Kendall’s eyes held my own. I could tell she was enjoying herself—I’d seen her expression enough times to recognize it—but she was also enjoying that I was watching.
I know it sounds crazy, but in that moment, I felt closer to her than ever. I knew she’d never leave me for Dennis. And she knew I’d never leave her for Elaine, who had just started sucking my cock again. While different lovers pleasured us, Kendall and I were in our own little world, just the two of us, holding hands.
I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.
All too soon, however, the spell was broken. Elaine straddled my hips and lowered herself onto my erection. I turned my attention to her for a moment. When I looked back at Kendall, she smiled warmly and mouthed, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I mouthed in reply.
Then she smiled again and turned her attention to Dennis. Rapt, I watched as she lifted her long legs, her toes pointed and her calves taut. She did that to me when we made love, and she looked beautiful doing it to him. As he continued thrusting within her, she closed her eyes, her nostrils flaring as she breathed deep.
I turned back to Elaine and then ran my hands up her torso, cupping her breasts as I did. Her nipples weren’t nearly as sensitive as Kendall’s, but she enjoyed having me play with them.
For the next several minutes, Elaine rode me, rocking her hips or simply bouncing atop me. Her pussy was hot and extremely wet, and she was enjoying herself. When she began to tire, I rolled us over and thrust into her. Next to us, Kendall was on hands and knees, with Dennis thrusting into her from behind. For a moment, I was mesmerized by the sight of her beautiful breasts swaying with the rhythm of their fucking.
Then I turned my attention back to Elaine. As I thrust into her, I lowered my lips to her freckled chest and sucked her nipples. Then she pulled my head upward and her lips hungrily sought my own. While I pumped into her, we kissed passionately. Slowly, I felt my orgasm building.
“Don’t come yet,” Elaine begged.
I nodded and then buried myself in her, holding still as I bottomed out.
Elaine moaned inarticulately.
“You like?” I asked.
She bit her lip and nodded. Then she blew a strand of hair out of her face.
“When I do come,” I asked, “where do you want me to shoot?”
“Inside me,” she breathed. “Deep inside me.”
When I started thrusting again, she clutched me tight, her breasts pressed into my chest. As she got more and more worked up, she started whispering some of the kinkiest things in my ear. She wanted us to take turns fucking her. She wanted all of us to fuck her at the same time, filling her holes “with fat, hard, spurting cocks.” She wanted to be “covered in hot jizz.” Finally, she just started urging me on with a string of obscene demands, everything from “fill my gaping cunt” to “use me like your fuck toy.”
I pumped into her at a frantic pace, slamming my hips against hers. With a scream, she came, her pussy spasming around my thrusting manhood. About two seconds later, I buried myself within her and loosed a torrent of semen.
For several long minutes, we simply lay there, panting and incoherent.
“I’m sorry I said all those things,” she whispered, once we regained our senses.
I shook my head. “Don’t be. I thought it was sexy.”
“Uh-huh. Normally I last a lot longer than I did. You got me so worked up that…” I shrugged.
Her eyes glittered at my answer.
Around us, the other couples were still going at it. Kendall and Dennis were on their sides, with Dennis thrusting into her from behind. Mom, Dad, and Susan were on the couch. Susan straddled Dad’s lap, riding his cock, while Mom sucked her breasts.
“It looks like everyone else is occupied. You wanna go hop in the hot tub?” I asked Elaine.
She nodded eagerly and then I pulled my cock from within her. As we stood, we picked up our wine glasses and one of the mostly-full bottles. Outside, I took the cover off the tub and turned on the jets. Susan had started the heater earlier in the evening, so the water was nice and warm. Since the night was also so warm, we probably wouldn’t stay in the water long, but the heat and bubbles relaxed us.
For a while, we simply chatted and drank our wine. We talked about her relationship with Dennis, and how they seemed even closer since they began swinging. We also talked about a younger couple they knew from Augusta, a swinger couple. And we talked about Kendall, Gina, and me.
Soon enough, the heat from the water became too much and we sat on the side of the tub, simply dangling our feet in the water. Once we finished the wine, however, she started getting horny again.
“You wanna dry off and go back inside?” I asked.
“No,” she sighed, “but we probably better.”
Back in the living room, Dad was between Kendall’s legs, licking and sucking her pussy. Dennis knelt next to her head, letting her suck his dick. While he did, he played with her breasts, teasing and pulling her sensitive nipples. She was enjoying herself, running her fingers through my dad’s hair and moaning around Dennis’s dick.
Mom and Susan were sitting on the couch, relaxing as they enjoyed a glass of wine. When Susan saw my semi-hard cock, she grinned.
“Ready for more?” she asked. At my answering grin, she continued. “Can you handle Elaine and me at once?”
“Probably,” I said, my grin widening.
While Mom looked on, Susan and Elaine gave me a double blowjob, taking turns sucking my dick and playing with my balls. Then Elaine lay on the floor. Susan licked her pussy and I straddled her chest. For a few minutes, Elaine licked and sucked my erection. Then I leaned forward and began thrusting into her mouth, supporting myself with my arms. She gripped my ass to control my pace and depth.
Several feet away, Kendall was in the clutches of another powerful orgasm. Her legs were locked around my dad’s head, but he didn’t seem to care. When Kendall collapsed limply, Dennis and Dad grinned at each other. At a gesture from Susan, Dennis joined us. Elaine moaned around my shaft when her husband thrust himself into her.
My dad lay beside Kendall, cradling her head and gently stroking her temples. When I looked up, Mom was smiling at him. She saw me watching and smiled at me as well. Before I could do anything else, Elaine took her mouth off my dick.
“Oh, God,” she said. “I want you and Denny to fuck me at the same time.”
I swung my leg over her chest, careful not to kick Dennis. He hooked his powerful arms under her shoulders. Then he rolled over, pulling Elaine with him.
“Um…,” I said, not sure what to do next.
Seeing my confusion, Susan gently spread Dennis’s legs and then gestured for me to get between them. I could see how I was supposed to enter Elaine’s upturned ass, but I guess I was a little reluctant to get between another man’s legs. It’s one thing to know you’re not gay and quite another to actually put your dick next to another man’s.
But with only a few lingering misgivings, I scooted forward, my erection leading the way. Susan jumped up and quickly returned with a bottle of mineral oil. She lubricated my dick and then squirted some on Elaine’s ass. Dennis seemed to be a little nervous too, but Elaine suppressed his reservations by kissing him passionately.
I pushed my dick into Elaine’s ass, taking my time so I didn’t hurt her. Next to me, Susan helped, spreading the other woman’s cheeks and simply reassuring me with her presence. When I finally buried myself in Elaine’s ass, my hips pressed against her and my thighs pressed against Dennis. It was a weird feeling.
I almost leapt out of my skin when Susan reached between my legs and playfully massaged my balls. Then she grinned mischievously and did it again.
Finally, I gripped Elaine’s waist and rocked my hips. Not only did she moan, Dennis did as well. When he started moving his own hips, I understood why. I could feel his dick moving within Elaine’s pussy. It felt weird, but it also felt good.
A wave of embarrassment washed over me when I realized that another guy’s dick was making me feel good. I knew it was because we were both fucking the same woman, but it still made me nervous to think that I might be gay. With an angry shake of my head, I dismissed the thought.
I know I’m not gay, I thought. Everyone in this room knows it too. What am I worried about?
With a rueful grin, I began moving my hips as well. Elaine moaned loudly as Dennis and I synchronized our rhythm: when he pulled back, I thrust in; when he thrust in, I pulled back. I hate to say it, but I enjoyed the feeling. Separated only by the thin wall between Elaine’s pussy and ass, his girth pressed against me as our dicks moved, and it felt good.
Elaine moaned uncontrollably, her internal muscles spasming. At a gesture from Susan, my dad moved toward us. He knelt in front of Elaine, his erection jutting out. She lifted her head and immediately captured his dick. For a moment, I wondered what it must be like for Dennis, seeing his wife suck another man’s dick, only inches from his face. Then I almost giggled at the mental image of Dad’s balls bumping Dennis in the forehead.
With all her holes filled, Elaine was in heaven. From across the room, Kendall grinned at me and then blew me a kiss. Still pumping into Elaine, I smiled. Then I returned my attention to the woman in front of me.
Dennis, Dad, and I fucked Elaine for several long minutes. She started moaning around Dad’s cock, her internal muscles spasming almost constantly. Her first orgasm built slowly, but when it hit, it was immediately followed by several small ones. With each, I could feel Dennis hesitate as her pussy clamped down and tried to prevent him from entering.
Finally, she almost shrieked and then let Dad’s dick slip from her lips. I thrust into her and held myself deep inside her, riding as her hips bucked with the force of a powerful orgasm. Dennis kept thrusting, jabbing his thick shaft into her. Then he groaned, bucked his hips upward, and started spurting. I was shocked to realize that I could actually feel his cock pulsing.
Elaine collapsed against Dennis’s massive chest, panting and shuddering with the aftereffects of her orgasm. Over her back, Dad grinned at me. While Dennis and Elaine held each other, I slowly pulled out of her.
Even though I was still erect, I was hot, sweaty, oily, and the chlorine from the hot tub had dried on my skin. Kendall quietly got my attention and mouthed, “Shower?”
I nodded and then turned to Susan. “Can I borrow the shower in your bathroom?” I asked. When she nodded, I arched my eyebrows at Kendall, who stood.
When we headed toward the back of the house, holding hands, Mom and Susan practically dragged my dad to his feet. Then they followed us down the hall and continued out to the hot tub as Kendall and I entered the master bathroom.
In the shower stall, I adjusted the water so it was a little cool. It felt incredibly refreshing to wash away the evening’s accumulated layers. For a few minutes, Kendall and I reacquainted ourselves, fooling around and fondling each other. Then I pushed her toward the wall and pressed my body against hers, kissing her with growing passion.
Then she washed me, paying special attention to my cock and balls. My erection hadn’t diminished, so she took the opportunity to suck me. After a few minutes of her luscious mouth, I pulled her to her feet and turned her toward the wall. She put her foot on the wooden bench seat and I entered her easily.
I wrapped my arms around her and fondled her heavy breasts, circling her nipples with thumb and forefinger. Slowly, gently, we rocked together until I filled her with my seed.
By the time we joined Susan and my parents in the hot tub, Elaine and Dennis were there as well. Kendall and I, fresh from our cool shower, simply sat on the deck. She sat between my legs and I wrapped my arms around her.
For the rest of the evening, we talked and relaxed with everyone else. Shortly before eleven, Elaine and Dennis had to get back to their room. After hugs, kisses (Dennis and I just shook hands, if a little awkwardly), and thanks for an unforgettable evening, they headed off, arm in arm. Mom and Dad took a shower together and left shortly afterward. Susan, Kendall, and I headed inside and relaxed on the couch.
When Kendall and I stood up to leave, about fifteen minutes later, Susan asked us to wait. Almost hesitantly, she asked if she could suck me off before we left. Kendall answered my inquisitive look with a grin, and the two women pushed me onto the couch. While Susan sucked me to hardness, Kendall curled up next to me and began kissing me, her breasts pressed against my side. I groaned when Susan took me into the back of her throat.
“I want to learn how to do that,” Kendall whispered, her eyes alight. “Would you like that?”
I nodded incoherently as Susan did it again.
“I’ll need lots of practice,” Kendall breathed.
Susan clamped her lips around the base of my shaft and swallowed. I groaned as the ring of muscles at the back of her throat squeezed me. While she sucked me, she played with her pussy. When I was close to coming, she stopped, pinched the base of my shaft, and let my orgasm subside. Then she returned her lips to my manhood and started sucking again.
Finally, she plunged her mouth downward and clamped her lips around my girth. Using gentle pressure from her tongue and lips, she quickly brought me to the point of no return. With a groan, I erupted, spurting white jets into the back of her throat. When her own orgasm crashed over her, she exhaled sharply, sort of coughing around my cock.
After our orgasms subsided, she continued sucking me, careful to avoid my supersensitive glans. When I opened my eyes, Kendall gazed down at me fondly. Then she lowered her head to kiss me.
“I love you,” she whispered, her lips close to mine.
“I love you too.”
Then she pressed her cheek against me.
“Thank you for tonight,” I said softly. “Did you have fun?”
She nodded. “Did you?” she asked, pulling back.
Tiredly, I nodded.
Afterward, I sprawled on the couch with Kendall on my left and Susan on my right. Mostly, we talked about our evening. Kendall enjoyed having sex with Dennis and my dad, but she also said the emotional connection with me made sex even better. I knew what she meant. I definitely had fun with Elaine, but it was just that, fun. With Kendall, or Susan, it was somehow… more.
We talked for a while longer, but it was time Kendall and I got back home. We arrived at her camper well after midnight. (When she turned eighteen, her parents had relaxed her curfew, mostly at her mother’s insistence. So neither of us were going to get into trouble for coming home too late.)
I kissed her at the door and then she stepped inside. As she latched the screen door, I waved a final time and then shut the camper’s outer door.
It seemed too soon, but Kendall’s family had to leave. Our parting was actually filled with anticipation, though, because Gina and I would be moving to Knoxville in early September.
In a couple of weeks, my family left camp as well. We left earlier than usual because I had to attend UT’s Freshman Orientation and then pack for my move to Knoxville. While I was nervous, I was excited too.
Mom and Dad drove the station wagon back, and Erin rode with me in the Jeep. During the drive, she talked about Sean Sullivan, getting her driver’s license, Sean Sullivan, almost-sixteen-year-old girl things, and Sean Sullivan. Did I mention that she talked about Sean Sullivan?
To my surprise, it was refreshing to take a break from my own life, and I enjoyed the time with Erin, even if she did talk about Sean almost exclusively. I knew they’d spent a lot of time together, but I hadn’t realized how infatuated she was. With a grin, I thought back to how I’d felt about Gina when I was fifteen. With Erin chatting about “Sean did this,” and “Sean said that,” the trip home seemed quicker than usual.