Chapter 208 - O.r.g.a.s.m suprise

It's been a long time since I've felt s.e.xy. My libido has taken a dip big time. Emily is in a different city and Romeo, of course, a completely different country, and due to bloody lockdown there's no way of seeing either of them.

I twist the bath faucet on with my toe, the pedicure polish is looking a bit tatty. Oh to book a beauty treatment again! I will never, ever take getting my nails done or eyebrows threaded for granted ever again. I thought I'd be great at this solo living, turns out I'm way needier of social contact than I ever knew.

So here's where I am, a top floor apartment—we could call it a penthouse but there's no balcony to speak of and the internet went down two weeks ago and they won't send anyone to fix it. I've smashed the screen on my iPhone so Facetime is out and I'm sick to death of my own company. I haven't even o.r.g.a.s.med for a week. And that is seriously not like me.

I close my eyes, hold my nose and slide down under the bubbles. I sway my head from side to side, indulging in my childhood fantasy of being a mermaid, with my long hair swishing and swooshing around my head like a s.e.xy halo. I absolutely love being in the water.

As my lungs start to strain, I'm drawn back in time to last summer when I'd been in Rhodes with my Emily. Oh, what a time we'd had—swimming and sunning ourselves by day, dancing in bars and getting felt up by locals by night to the wee small hours, then waking up and doing it all again.

Romeo had been a particularly good lover. As I remember the insistent way he'd paw at my bikini the morning after a very hot f.u.c.k the night before, I knew he felt the same about my technique too. We'd been inseparable for the last three days of the holiday, even getting Emily to join in our hot sun-kissed fun. Emily has the most beautiful and responsive p.u.s.s.y—she seems to be permanently wet and always ready for a finger to slide on in from behind. Actually one memory, in particular, has me breaking the surface of my bathwater and realising my own p.u.s.s.y is finally finding something to get aroused about. At bloody last!

I take another breath, conjuring the scenes from that last day hidden in the caves, the seawater ebbing and flowing around our t.h.i.g.hs as I finger f.u.c.k.e.d Emily from behind, staring at Romeo as his c.o.c.k rose in his trunks.

Now, floating in the bubble bath, I clamp my nose shut with one hand and reach to my own p.u.s.s.y with my other, mimicking the same action around my nostrils, as around my c.u.n.t lips. I squeeze my l.a.b.i.a tight around my c.l.i.t, rubbing my t.h.i.g.hs back and forth to bring the arousal up. My heart is beating fast and a roaring grows in my ears. I want to stay under the water for as long as possible, grind myself off with the heat engulfing every part of my body. But I have to breathe—I tip my chin up, breaking the surface tension with only my lips and make an O shape, exhaling and inhaling while trying to stay in my watery cocoon.

Emily's p.u.s.s.y was hot and slick, easy to penetrate yet nice and tight, the perfect p.u.s.s.y. Romeo's eyelids sank to that s.e.xy half-shut way—the look that lets you know the show you're putting on is turning his brain to pure l.u.s.t and his body to rock hard readiness. The tip of his c.o.c.khead nudged up over the waistband of his trunks and I kept my rhythm up on Emily. We were both facing him, still in our bikinis, my hand jammed down the back of hers as I worked her.

"You want to see more?" I asked Romeo.

His gaze met mine before running all the way down to Emily's crotch. He nodded.

"Good," I said and withdrew my hand. "Emily, turn around and lean forward, placing your hands on the rock."

She did as she was bid, her eyes also hazy and hooded with want. She stuck out her a.s.s and spread her long legs, bending from her waist, hands lodged on the cave wall. I reached up and under and pulled her bikini top down over her t.i.t.s, her n.i.p.p.l.es puckering into tight beads.

Romeo g.r.o.a.n.e.d as I juggled her n.a.k.e.d b.r.e.a.s.ts, both of us watching in delight as they wobbled, delicious flesh on show making us grin.

Our eyes met again and I smiled seductively before reaching to the bikini fabric at each hip, tugging gently, careful not to block his view.

"You are very bad girls," Romeo said in his broken English and I took pride in believing that in all the holidaymakers he'd had, none had f.u.c.k.e.d as wildly as me, and now me and Emily.

I stuck my bottom lip out in a mock pout and paused.

"Well, if you don't like it…" I teased and he practically sobbed out loud.

"No, no," he held out his palms in a begging motion, "No, continue, I love it."

"Good," I purred and dragged the sheer fabric down, exposing her peachy a.s.s, then off under the water where Emily stepped out and they floated to the surface. Romeo reached to them, rescuing the b.r.i.e.f.s before they drifted off out the cave.

I placed my right palm on the base of Emily's spine, just at her sacrum and pushed down. With my left, I c.a.r.e.s.sed her buttock, reaching into her perfect crack with my fingers and taking a good grip on her a.s.s cheek.

Romeo made a move to step forward.

"No," I said more forcefully than I intended, "You only get to watch." By the way, his eyebrows raised and a smile c.o.c.ked at the side of his mouth, I guessed that he liked this dominant dynamic of voyeur s.e.x.

Once I was sure he was settled, I held Emily steady and pulled her buttock hard towards me, exposing her arsehole and c.u.n.t for him to drink in.

Emily arched her a.s.s out further, bracing her pose with one hand while taking the other to her a.s.s cheek, pulling it taught to give him a proper eyeful. The little s.l.u.t, I loved it.

"You like what you see?"

"Of course." He was practically dribbling and was now cupping his balls through his trunks, rubbing himself off in a slow languorous way that seemed oh so filthy somehow. It was that slack s.e.xy look on his face that told the truth of how he felt.

Still stretching her open, I danced my wet fingertip to her asshole, circling and teasing the tight muscular ring.

The sounds of both their heavy breathing in anticipation made excitement rise in my own p.u.s.s.y and I pulsed my pelvic muscles enjoying the growing arousal.

With another push back from Emily I knew she was gagging on a finger breaching her asshole, so I finally obliged, stopped the teasing and forged the tip into her darkest place.

"Oh my god," Romeo growled and Emily g.r.o.a.n.e.d. I let her muscles tighten and release by keeping my digit still for a moment or two, allowing her body to acclimatise to the invasion. Her grip was strong, the sweet twitching and pulsing was very f.u.c.k.i.n.g hot. I kept my gaze on Romeo's package as he massaged it rudely while staring at my finger buried in my girlfriend's anus.

When I felt her sphincter finally yield and relax, I pushed in a little deeper, past the knuckle then began to slide in and out, f.u.c.k.i.n.g her in the a.s.s with my finger. Oh how I loved anal s.e.x.

My own c.u.n.t was pulsing now, I'd never put on a live s.e.x show before and this was s.e.xy as f.u.c.k. I pushed my own a.s.s out, almost in an invitation to anyone who might be passing by.

"Take out your d.i.c.k," I commanded and Romeo did as he was bid.

Emily looked over her shoulder and sighed. Eyelids hooding her eyes, jaw loose and t.i.t.s still swaying.

As he dragged out his substantial meat and fisted his hand around it, I licked my lips and used the same rhythm in Emily.

I lifted the fingers on my other hand and put all four in my mouth at once, s.u.c.k.i.n.g them off, practically gagging as they reached my throat. All the while fingering Emily. Romeo could barely decide where to look, his gaze flitting from the hand jammed in my throat to my finger jammed in Emily's arsehole.

Once my hand was sloppy with my saliva, I reached to Emily's plump c.u.n.t.

"Yes, yes," Romeo said in that soft growly tone that sent delicious sounds of f.u.c.kery over the space between us.

I didn't even get her ready by rubbing her sweet pouting c.l.i.t, or easing one in at a time, I simply pressed my four fingers together and shoved them right into her s.l.u.tty soaking hole. She swallowed me up easily and cried out for me to f.u.c.k her hard. Romeo was fisting his c.o.c.k up and down, stroking in time with us.

Her c.u.n.t was so accommodating and I thrust harder, faster, more ferociously. My eyes feasting on her filled holes, double penetration had me quivering, my knees buckling but I stayed strong, forcing my hand deeper as she wailed and s.u.c.k.e.d me in. My p.u.s.s.y felt empty and gaping, if only someone would fill it.

I gritted my teeth and ploughed her harder and harder until she released her a.s.s cheek and reached to her c.l.i.t, frigging herself off too, the greedy little s.l.u.t. It was sensational.

Romeo's eyes were wide, conflicting with the tension in the rest of his face, I could tell he was struggling not to close them

And then, a surge and stillness. Emily's asshole and c.u.n.t clamped down on my fingers and an almighty roar soared from her throat.

Oh yes, this was good. A sudden welling and fullness in her c.u.n.t then a deep release and swoosh had me holding on tight as liquid jetted out around my fingers. She was squirting, it was copious and kept trying to eject my fingers. I wanted to see what it felt like to hold on while she pulsed and squeezed around my hand. It felt incredible.

She was bucking and writhing and her o.r.g.a.s.m was getting stronger and stronger, her words not making sense anymore just feral sounds as she came and came. I finally pulled my fingers free of her p.u.s.s.y and a gush of hot spray jetted out to mingle with the seawater. It literally poured from her, and I was seriously f.u.c.k.i.n.g impressed.

"F.u.c.k me Romeo," I said, and before I'd even taken a breath, his fat c.o.c.k-head had breached my c.u.n.t, shunting all the way in until his thatch of pubic hair tickled my a.s.s and c.u.n.t lips.

Oh f.u.c.k yes, this was better. I reached up to fondle Emily's t.i.t.s, loving the sway with every thrust.

Did he ever know how to f.u.c.k. He reached around with one had and latched his fingers to my c.l.i.t, riding me hard while he clamped me, rubbing just off beat which made the strangest feeling.

I was so f.u.c.k.i.n.g turned on, it didn't take long, I knew he was about to come by the way his rhythm stuttered for a second then went slack.

Still holding tight to my c.l.i.t, he frigged me hard and the water all around us sloshed and splashed against our t.h.i.g.hs and s.e.x. I fell into myself, diving under into my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e realm, hot spunk spurting up inside me, my own juices spilling out, my c.u.n.t spasming and my c.l.i.t jumping, loving the way he clung on to me.

Just as I thought it was over, he tightened his grip around me, his spent softening d.i.c.k still inside and began to hump me hard, shunting my body into Emily's.

She dipped down lower and to the side so my c.l.i.t was pressed up against her a.s.s cheek. He dragged his hand out the way, pulling open my p.u.s.s.y lips so I could grind my c.l.i.t on the wobbling mass of Emily's deliciously solid flesh. She bucked back, twerking her a.s.s on to my c.l.i.t while his bulk pinned me to her from behind.

"See, I make you come on your girlfriend's a.s.s, you like it no?"

And yes, I did like it, I liked it very f.u.c.k.i.n.g much. The lapping and splashing of the sea became a roaring in my ears and a welling and surge of a rising wave taking me up and up to the crest, all ebbing and swaying and rising until… stillness… silence then a crash, I was coming again, coming and breaking between the shores of these two mighty lovers.

And here and now, I'm doing the same, floating and getting myself spaced out on memory l.u.s.t.

But no matter how I try playing with my p.u.s.s.y, I can't replicate that deep s.e.xy pressure of being clamped between two lovers, nothings better than group s.e.x.

I get out of the bath and dry myself off, throwing on my favourite spotty dress, the one I wore to the beach last summer. I want to savour this self-seduction and choose some gorgeous u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r. When I roll on my stockings, some of the bathwater trickles out of my p.u.s.s.y throwing me right back into the memory of Emily squirting over my fist.

I stroke at my decollete and reach into my b.r.e.a.s.ts, wishing my lovers were both here, f.u.c.k.i.n.g me into oblivion. I keep touching myself standing at the door imagining I'm waiting for a taxi to take me to the airport. Ah yes, the thickness of his c.o.c.k, the heaviness of his hand and Emily's peachy a.s.s tight against my c.l.i.t has me jumping and desperate for an o.r.g.a.s.m. I shove my fingers in my mouth, lubricating them nicely just as I did with Emily, it feels rude, even ruder as I remember what happened next with my lovers. I hold on to my forearm, trying to force pressure onto my c.l.i.t like the intensity from back in the cave.

It still isn't enough.

I reach for my wand vibrator, trying to tease myself in all my erogenous zones, trying to make it last as long as I can but then, but then, the thick round head finds my c.l.i.t and I press it there, there's no going back now. I open my legs, pulling apart my dress, ah yes, the deep rumbly vibrations drag into my c.l.i.t, all the nerves reaching from the tip too deep inside, I feel them working, signalling, squeezing all my muscles inside and around my c.u.n.t. It is glorious. I pull my tit out of my dress, wantonly putting on a show for whoever could see. If only they could see as I ride this giant c.o.c.k head hard, my c.l.i.t a pulsing knot of need.

And here it is, a surge—a surge and groans from my throat, a welling deep inside my core and a sensation of filling up. Deep low and watery, there's a welling and ebbing. It's the strangest sensation and my knees buckle, making me slide down the door, shaking uncontrollably as I press the vibrator harder onto my c.l.i.t. F.u.c.k yes, come on. My arm is tired from the effort and I clench my teeth, biting down trying my best to grab and hold on to this feeling.

The watery fullness ebbs slightly and I inhale, preparing myself before I fall into that space of no return.

The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e is building to such intensity tears are falling and I try to use my body weight to clamp the wand to my desperate p.u.s.s.y.

My shoulders sink as something releases, that deep low gush I felt from Emily in the cave, I feel it again now, it's coming from me, my c.u.n.t. My pelvic floor releases in ways I've never experienced and suddenly I'm squirting all over myself the wand and the floor. I'm shaking and shivering and gasping, I can't quite believe what's happening. The liquid is spraying out of my twitching p.u.s.s.y and wave after wave of o.r.g.a.s.m overcomes me.

I'm panting and grinding and falling in and out of myself as I keep coming, waves and stars breaking in my peripheral vision.

Finally, when the quaking subsides and the liquid has cooled, my awareness is brought back to the here and now and I can't quite believe what my body has achieved. With my beautiful s.e.xy memories and some glorious c.l.i.t action, I finally achieved the magic of squirting.

I simply can't wait to tell Emily! I reach for my phone and remember… damn… no way of communicating.

I mop up my juices, wrap myself in a huge fluffy towel, and pad back through to the bathroom, turning on the hot tap again for one more round.

Ends