Jean-Pierre laid a kiss on my temple. “I knew that was your favorite,ma chérie.”
Rob fake-stamped his foot. “Goddammit, Jean-Pierre. There you go again.”
More laughter.
With my glass, I slowly moved toward my room’s terrace, where the palms swayed in the breeze. “Would anyone like to join me?” I asked with a sly grin.
Chay was at my side in a moment. “Thought you’d never ask, beautiful lady,” he said, wrapping an arm around my waist and kissing my ear.
Jean-Pierre and Rob followed, and we each settled into comfy lounge chairs. I leaned back, my legs crossed, letting my robe fall the rest of the way open.
I felt sexy as fuck, and the overhead sun that filtered through the palms tickled my skin.
“Now, Tana,” Jean-Pierre said, leaning forward onto his knees, “why don’t you open your knees? We want to see you.”
Setting my champagne down, I gazed from one guy to the next, slowly uncrossing my legs. Then, I let my right leg rotate out, just enough to let them see a little.
Didn’t want to spoil them.
“Mmmm,” Chay said, running a hand over his crotch. Then he pointed at my left leg, waving his finger to let me know to slide that one open, too.
So I did. I parted my legs as widely as the lounge chair would permit, and following the guys’ gaze to my pussy, where my lips were slightly parted, I could see that in the cleft that usually hid my clit, I was engorged and ready.
The guys were mesmerized, so I decided to give them something to really remember me by. I slipped two fingers in my mouth as deeply as I could, got them good and wet, then dragged them down the front of my body until I reached my pussy. I stroked the outside of my puffy lips, then slipped my fingers between them, down to my ass and back up to my clit. I circled my hard nub for a moment, then zeroed in on it.
The sensation of pleasuring myself in the warm sun with the sound of the ocean in the background, and three gorgeous men watching me with fixated stares and crushing desire, was exhilarating. I dropped my head onto the back of the lounge chair and closed my eyes, giddy over my good fortune and newfound sexiness.
“Fuck, baby,” one of the guys groaned.
I didn’t know which one. I didn’t care. I sped up my strokes, wanting to bring myself off in front of my private audience.
My toes curled and my back arched, and it hit me.
“Oh fuck,” I cried, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My head bucked against the back of the chair while my pussy spasmed, and just when I was about to bring myself off for a second time, I jumped up and kneeled on the chair, my ass in the air and facing the guys.
“Someone, someone,” I whimpered, “please come fuck me. Please come give me your cock. I need some cock so badly.”
A moment later, with no knowledge of who was behind me, a cockhead pressed against my dripping opening, still throbbing from my orgasm of a minute ago. I rested my head on the back of my chair and reached behind me, pulling myself open, as if in invitation.
No more needed to be said. A cock drove hard and deep, so hard I screamed at the vicious force, and when I got my balance back, I gripped the chair back and braced myself for a hard, thorough fucking.
It was, after all, what I had begged for.
The unnamed cock drilled me over and over as I held on to the chair so as not to be thrown from it. Orgasm after orgasm slammed into me until I heard a grunt behind me indicating Chay was the one fucking me.
“Goddammit,” he screamed, “take my cock, baby!”
He held himself inside me for a moment. One would think I was satisfied, but I was feeling greedy and when he pulled out, and his semen ran down the insides of my legs, I wagged my ass without a word.
These guys knew me, and they knew I wanted my pussy fucked more.
A finger poised at the opening of my pussy. “Soak my hand with your cream,” Jean-Pierre said.
I closed my eyes and my juices, mixed with Chay’s, ran out of my pussy opening. Jean-Pierre rolled his fingers around in the wetness, then carried it up to my asshole, which he quickly invaded with his thumb.
“Shit!” I screamed, not expecting that at all.