With his free hand, he reached around me and started to stroke my clit, which distracted me from the invasion in my bum, and the longer he held his thumb in there, the better it felt. As if he could read my body, he moved it the tiniest bit, as if trying to loosen me up.
It was… interesting, and when he pulled his thumb out, I felt empty. A little bereft, even, not wanting our ass play to end.
But I needn’t have worried because next thing I knew, his cock—I assumed it was his cock—pressed against the very hole he’d just been trying to open.
“You ready,ma belle?” he asked, leaning down toward my ear.
No, I was not ready. I was certainly not ready to have a cock in my ass. But I probably never would be.
“Yeah. Give it to me, Jean-Pierre,” I rasped.
He pressed into me, and when his cockhead was inside, I realized I’d found a new way to play. He just held himself there, with the slightest pulsing of his hips, so I pushed back slightly.
“That’s a girl,” he said, gathering my hair into a long rope and wrapping it around his hand. “You are in charge now. You decide how much you want.”
I slowly, slowly slid back as far as I could, panting and pounding my fist on the chair beneath me.
I was coming. From a cock in my ass.
And it was exquisite. Really. Like nothing in the world. I reached down between my legs and slipped two fingers into my pussy, feeling Jean-Pierre pull out and push back into my behind, an endless orgasm battering me.
“Fuck that ass,” Rob growled, and I realized he was right next to me, rubbing out his own cock. “God, baby, that is fucking hot. Just watching makes me want to come. In fact, arrghhhhh,” he hollered, squirting his load on my back.
“Goddamn,” he said.
“Ugh, I’m coming… yeah,” Jean-Pierre grunted, pistoning my ass. He suddenly drove himself as deeply as he could, and held it there, sparking another orgasm for me.
When he pulled out, we made our way to the shower, where all three of the guys washed me down.
“Oh my god,” I sighed, falling onto the bed. “You have seriously taken it out of me.”
Rob jumped on the bed and rolled me over. “We’re not done with you yet. Get up and get dressed.”
“Oh, I don’t know guys. I gotta get ready to leave tomorrow. I’m tired…”
And sore. But I didn’t mention that.
“Which is exactly why you need to rally. We’re taking you to the hottest nightclub around and wrapping the night up with more fun on the beach. You can sleep on the flight home.”
He had a point. Itwasmy last night.
Or was it?
“Okay. I’m in. Let me get dressed and we’ll head out.”
Rob’s face brightened. Chay and Jean-Pierre each gave me a kiss.
“We’ll wait for you in the lobby,” Chay said.
I watched them head for the door, my three gorgeous beach boys.
“I won’t be long, guys. I just have to get dressed and then email my travel agent.”
Rob looked puzzled. “Your travel agent? What’s up?”
I shrugged as I stood, naked, in front of my room’s large mirror, and brushed out my wet hair. “I’ve decided to change my flight. One night on the beach is just not enough.”
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