I love doing with these people – 4

“Whenever you’re ready,” he told her, grinning at her almost like a madman, his prick swollen purple, the head of which even I could see was throbbing as he held it in check.

“Now! Give it to me now!” Amber shouted looking up at her husband as he stood there towering over her. He fisted it, jacking it once…twice, and then squirted.

Up until that very moment, I thought Steven came more than anyone I’d ever seen before, but even his series of powerful, long thick ropes of semen held nothing in comparison to those of David’s. In all my life I’ve never seen a guy’s prick squirt that much cream before. After the seventh such ejaculation,

I along with everyone else actually began counting, seeing him place most of it into her waiting mouth until it was too full to contain any more of it. She closed her mouth, cheeks bulging without swallowing it, though she sat up, allowing it to pour down between her breasts, saturating them even more than they already were. And still David continued to pump out his semen, though finally at least, it wasn’t exploding from the tip of his cock in the same furious manner it had originally began with. Still…he continued to milk it out.

“Nine…ten…eleven! Twelve! Fuck! Thirteen!” Came the final count from Sara as she now reached over, her hand coming around David’s cock, replacing his hand as she shook it, cum spittle still being milked out as she playfully waggled his finally spent dick.

It was then I felt my own, walking forward as David weak in the knees finally stepped away. I gave her one, perhaps two decent little squirts before the rest of it merely dribbled from my prick tip, but I managed to get all if not most of it directly onto and across her belly, more importantly her naval which is just where I intended to place it.

Amber was a cum sticky mess. She truly was covered from head to toe quite literally, but the show was far from over.

**

The six of us had pretty well collapsed back down into our chairs, watching as a sea of women suddenly knelt down beside Amber as she lay there. Hands and fingers were everywhere at once, massaging in the rich thick cream into her body, smearing what appeared to be every square inch of her. She moaned, writhing about pleasurably,

especially when Maria inserted her fingers into the young woman’s cunt and slowly, ever so slowly finger-fucked her to orgasm as she lay there, her breasts played with, her toes, Sara running her fingers around the young woman’s mouth and ears as she screamed out what David told us later as being the loudest most intense orgasm he’d ever seen or heard his wife have before.

He thanked us, as they both did. When she was able, Amber immersed herself in the water, and then hand in hand, they walked off into the night towards their boat. David had already told us earlier they’d be heading back towards the main dock by sunrise. Saying our farewells, we waved good-bye to them watching them go.

“I wonder if they’ll ever do something like that again,” I asked no one in particular. Both Mike and Thomas chuckled at that. “What?”

“I wouldn’t bet against it,” they both said. “I have a feeling that’s not the only fantasy the two of them have shared with one another, and now that she’s experienced hers, five will get you ten he’ll eventually experience one of his. And I’m even willing to be on what that might be too,” Mike roared, laughing aloud.

**

We all sat around sipping on our drinks as we slowly began collecting ourselves. It was then that Sara and Maria came wandering over with several air mattresses and a battery powered pump.

“Make yourselves useful,” Sara told us, “Blow these all up while the girls have a bit of a chat,” she then said gathering the rest of the women up as Steven and I began unboxing the brand new air mattresses as Mike began filling them with air.

“I wonder what they’re up to?” Brian asked, though Thomas seemed to already know the answer to that.

“Well considering the fact that most of the girls still haven’t climaxed yet, I’m willing to bet that these air mattresses we’re fixing up here aren’t just meant to sleep on,” he explained knowingly. “But…it will be interesting to see what it is they come up with here when they do.”

They were gone for a short time but came back with a bowl, five small pieces of paper contained inside it. By then we had blown up five full-sized air mattresses and had placed them all together forming a rough unequal square there on the beach.

“Ok, now what?” Steven asked curiously, as we all were.

Sara handed him the bowl. “Draw a slip of paper,” she told him, which he did. “But don’t look at the name yet,” she added. “And then pass it on to the next guy and so on.” The girls quickly walked over, each taking one of the individual air mattresses and lay down on it. We had all drawn out a name and sat anxiously waiting.