Two nights after hot tub Truth or Dare [MFF] [MM] [MMF]

The next night after our little game in the hot tub saw the wife and I left to our own devices. Maria and Dylan had gone into town to check out the nightlife. I’d asked Mel if she wanted to go, but she decided that a few drinks on the beach with me was perfectly fine.

I woke up the following morning and took the shuttle into town to buy the trinkets and tchotchkes I’d have to give the folks back home, nothing too interesting, just a bunch of tourist-ey crap. I did buy a few bottles of Rum however, and on the way to where the shuttle would pick me up, packed them and shipped them back to the states. Cost more than the stuff was probably worth, but I wanted to add it to the collection.

I got back to the resort around 2 in the afternoon. Morning clouds had parted, and I felt like heading down to the water for another dip in the Carribbean, as it was starting to really begin to heat up, and I thought that I might just want to nap in the afternoon.

The noises coming out of the cabana were a tip-off. A concert of moans and wet noises. Someone was having a good time.

My view when I opened the door: Maria was lying on the bed. Melanie’s head was between Maria’s legs, everything from her nose down buried enveloped in the latter’s mound. Dylan stood behind Melanie, pounding away at a slight squat as he drove himself into her.

That was my view, my thought was, “Oh, I’d better get into this!” Except my thought was apparently too late. I shucked off my flipflops with just enough time to hear Maria drop two octaves and groan at just about the same second Dylan drove his hips deep into Mel, hard enough and with enough urgency he lifted her up off the ground. From my vantage point, behind Dylan and a little to his right, I could see that Mel had apparently already gotten off at least once, possibly several times….her legs were wet clear down to the floor.

Oh well.

I sat the few items I hadn’t shipped back down on the bureau, checked to make sure the chair I was sitting on wasn’t the one I’d cum on the other night and sat down. Mel, never one to stop until told, was still munching away until Maria apparently had enough and began scooting away, up and towards the headboard away from her. Mel moved forward slightly, and Dylan kind of lost his footing, so the whole of Mel and Dylan went forward onto the bed in a laughing heap.

I joined in the chuckle. Dylan grabbed hold of Mel and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him to keep from having to pull out. Maria was sitting to one side, kind of…fanning her crotch with her hands, like it was spicy or something, “You OK?” I asked.

She grinned, “I’m so…SO OK. You just need to tell your wife to back off after I cum. Jesus. Give me a minute or two.” She spread herself with her left hand, and appeared to fan her clit with her right.
Mel spoke, the entire bottom of her face slick, “What’d you buy me?”

Looking at the bags I said, “I didn’t buy you shit! You got into a party without even inviting me!”

Maria stopped me, “That’s my fault. I came over after we tried on swimsuits and one thing led to another and GET AWAY!” Mel had started to move a hand towards her, which was slapped away.

I looked at Dylan, “What swimsuit did you buy?”

He laughed, which made Mel inhale sharp and twitch, “Hell, I just stopped by in the middle of things and decided to invite myself. I only beat you here by like 5 minutes.”

Maria stood up and walked to the bathroom. Dylan began to pull away, but Mel stopped him, “Hey, hon…you want a snack?” She said, that same evil grin she usually gets on her face when I’m already signed up, I just didn’t read the contract.

“Sure, I suppose.” She instructed me to lay down on the bed, backwards from them. I took my shirt off and did so, just about even with her hips. I put my shoulders down and faced the ceiling.

I glanced over, “OK…” and with that, she pulled her hand off Dylan’s hip, pushing him away. She then quickly spread her legs, rolled up and planted her wide and abused snatch directly on my mouth, her butt directly in my line of sight.

I didn’t get a good look, but her lips felt puffy and engorged under my tongue. There was a heavy flavor that she usually had when I went down on her after sex, no matter who it was with. Her inner thighs were slick with her wetness that had run down during her pounding, and they sealed up against the side of my cheeks where we made contact.

Then I started to taste Dylan. Her taste was there, of course, but his was more…saline. More antiseptic almost. It wasn’t bad, just different from her. There wasn’t much, and I felt her push to try to exude as much as she could. Not a huge load, but hey, the guy’s been jizzing a lot these last few days.

I swallowed and kept licking, until there was a normalization between the flavor of my mouth and the flavor of her. I thought I was about done, until I felt her buck hard and grind herself on my face. Apparently, we were going for the gold on this one.

I grabbed hold of her thighs and ground my face into her, aggressively licking the top of her slit at the bottom of my mouth, using my bottom lip on her clit like I was trying to open a prize. It took only about a minute, but she finally started twitching…vibrating above me, and I felt a whole additional amount of flavor hit my mouth.

Half an hour later, I was at the refrigerator grabbing a coke and one of the bottles of Rum I had around. Maria and Melanie had taken their new suits down to the water, and Dylan was back to his old self, filling me in on just what was wrong with the NCAA divisions, and how if he had the opportunity to fix it blah blah blah…

I turned my bluetooth speaker on and put my tablet to play Led Zeppelin, Mothership. I figured that something would be going on a bit later, and I might want to be slightly buzzed for it. In all honesty, I was surprised I came at all the other night, as much alcohol as I had in my system. Hell, I had so much alcohol in my system I allowed myself to put horniness over attitude. Usually, it doesn’t matter how hot you are, if I can’t get along with you, I can’t bang you. And I really didn’t enjoy hanging out with Dylan all too much.

My tumbler was back in my hand when I turned back to the good-sized main room of the cabana. There was a small ‘almost’ office off to one side, but the center of the room was dominated by the big king sized bed. To the right of the bed was a large sofa, to the left was where I was, a bureau, two chairs, a refrigerator and the doorway to the bathroom.

I was wondering, briefly, why Dylan hadn’t been talking much since Robert Plant started. There’s no way he was that into the music, but as I looked at him, I figured out why. When the girls had gone down to the beach, he’d put on a pair of jeans and a button-down shirt, but now he was nude from the waist down, the shirt unbuttoned and spread wide. His hairless, chiseled chest and abs smoothly led down to rock-solid thighs, between which his thick 7” was in his hand, and he was stroking away.

“What brought that up?” Come to think of it, I wasn’t sure I was in the mood. Like I said, I have to like you to want to bang you…

He grinned at me, “Watching you there, setting up your drink, the tunes. That ass of yours, man. That’s hot.” OK, I’m officially confused. The other night, he’d seemed “OK” with the whole MM thing, not into it, but not scared of it at all, and seemed genuinely curious the next day. But this, I mean, complimenting a guy’s ass is a bit further on the same-sex-oriented scale. Getting a hardon out of nowhere because of it was moving the goalposts.

I chuckled, sitting on the chair closest to me. I sat my drink down and unbuttoned my short-sleeved shirt, “You know, you don’t talk like a guy who just screwed around with his college roommate. I mean, I’ve been with quite a few guys, and a lot of guys don’t go around complimenting ass much.”

Taking his hand from his shaft, he leaned forward. He gave me a sort of mischievous grin and said, “Well, between you and me, I spent my college years pretty much only fucking my roommate. It got to where anytime I saw his ass, I’d get immediately hard. Half of the time I was fucking him, it wasn’t him initiating it, it was me.” He leaned back again, still stroking, “One of the reasons I got with Maria is that her butt kind of reminded me of his. But yours, yours is like if his was…mature. I rubbed one out in the bathroom this morning thinking about you on that chair, straightening up. Damn.”

OK. I was into it. In my shorts, there was definitely some discomfort that had to be dealt with. “You know, the gals could come back any time, right?”

In a quick motion, he stood up, moved over and laid down on the bed, his legs slightly parted. His beautifully built prick standing straight up, “Yeah, well, they can walk in on us this time.”

I shucked off my shorts and moved to the bed. There wasn’t any wasted time as I grabbed him by the base and pointed him directly at my mouth, opening up and taking him inside. His head had a slightly tacky feel to it from the dried precum he’d been spreading around while he’d been stroking. It tasted just fine, and once it got a little wet with saliva, began sliding easily in the back of my mouth.

“Yeah, man. I like that.” came out as a groan as he put his hands on my shoulders, kneading them lazily while I worked on him with my lips and tongue. I couldn’t do too much, no more than 4 inches, but plenty of slobber had already begun to form, and I helped it down with my right hand at the base of his shaft, stroking up and down a few inches, feeding myself.

Running my tongue over his head, it seemed like every pass would produce a large well of precum, which I’d swish around, mix and use as I’d go back down to just where I could tolerate. Within only a minute or two, I started to get more confident, and moved my hand away from the base, down to his bare, low hanging sack.

He’d said, buried in my ass the other night that he’d liked how tight I was, that it was his thing. With him liberally covered in spit, I backed up until just the very edge of his glans was between my lips, then rolled my lips over my teeth and tightened down, squeezing my teeth together, and his cock through my pressed lips.

He surged and pushed upwards. I rolled down, almost biting into my lips too hard, but in this way, I could feel the rush of blood through his erection as it got even harder. “Oh fuck man, let me fuck you, please. Let me fuck that tight ass.”

I came back off of him, slurping the whole way. I glanced down and noticed I’d started a long drooling line of clear precum from my slit to his leg. My finger swiped at it, then went in my mouth.

There was a little travel bottle of lube on the sink counter, and I caught a glance at myself in the mirror on my way. Yeah, I had a few extra pounds, but for 44-almost-45, I’m not in bad shape. My almost painfully erect 5.5” was protruding from my short trimmed patch, but my balls and down through my crack are completely hairless. Laser removal, a gift from my wife a few years back.

I checked the bottle of lube. It was small, travel bottle. TSA approved, and we’d used a healthy portion a few nights previous. There was maybe a third left. I poured out a quarter sized amount into my hand, put a foot on the toilet and lubed myself up as best I could.

Back in the room, I put an equal amount on top of him. Since he’d had a bit of a thing for my ass, and since the ridge on the bottom of his cock sent my prostate into orbit, I turned around and squatted down in a reverse-cowgirl (boy?) position.

Once I had him lined up, I began squatting down further. I started to bear down as the resistance started to become annoying, and felt him enter me to a good two inches. There was a slight discomfort, as there always is, and I worked myself through it with small up and down movements, working him to about the five inch mark.

He began to get even more verbal, “Yeah, that’s good. Tight. Fuck this ass is nice.” I was enjoying my part of it too, but this was the time I had to concentrate. The next few movements put his width onto my prostate and an electric shock went straight through to the head of my prick, making me gasp.

Caution hell. I sat down on top of him, all the way. He was deeper than he’d been the other night, and his base was even more pronounced, pressing against my prostate in this position like it was built for it. I looked down myself to see a huge dollop of precum roll out of me and onto the bedspread.

“Fuuuuck” I said, without even realizing I said it. My legs were at a shit angle for doing anything, so I just sat there, enjoying the thrumming pressure of him right where it felt so, so damned good.

A moment later, I moved my legs to a kneeling position and started an up and down movement. His statements, “Oh yeah. Great ass. Fuckin’ ass, yeah.” and the like just kept up the encouragement. For me, I was to the point where I had to try to keep from cumming.

I felt his hands on my hips. He pulled down, all the way down, and pushed up with his ass muscles, hitting me like a tuning fork in all the right places. “Dude, can you do me a favor?”

My voice came out…wrong, “Ye…yeah…what do you need?”

“Turn Around.” Huh. That was kind of odd. He wanted me facing him? I started to lift off, but he held my hips still, “No, just try to spin around, don’t pull off.”

It was an effort that felt like I was doing some sort of exotic yoga I’d just learned, and poorly, but I got there. I sat straight up on his hardness, but from this angle, he wasn’t in as deep, and I couldn’t feel that ridge on my prostate anymore. Oh, I felt things on my prostate, and I would DEFINITELY cum, but not as earth-shattering as I might’ve.

I started the same action, a bit of up/down movement, his hands on my hips. My balls would come down and hit his tight lower abdomen, my cock a second later as I did it, leaving small dots of precum with every stroke.

“This is amazing, Joe.” He used my name. OK, I’m not picking out drapes, but I’ll ride your dick anytime.

Just as I was smiling with the mental image of not buying drapes, the door opened. In walked Mel, closely followed by Maria. They had their beach implements in hand, tall boat drink glasses as well. When they saw the bed, Maria just stopped. She dropped her stuff on the floor, set her glass down and just stared.

“Hey babe,” Dylan said. I’d stopped moving when they came in, but he kept flexing his ass, pushing into me slightly, “Have a nice time at the water?”

Mel laughed, “Apparently not as nice as you guys.” She eyed my meat, sitting on Dylan’s abdomen, “You, you need any help with that?”

I reached down, grabbed it and pointed it at her, “If you want, I won’t turn it down.” She came over, bent down and took me fully into her mouth. I’m slightly less than average girth and, again, only about 5.5”. Mel has no problem blowing me.

Dylan continued to flex his ass, but with the current setup, I couldn’t really move. Up and down would leave Mel’s head bouncing around sideways. I just sort of resigned myself to this for a few minutes, but I could take it. That’s when I noticed Maria.

She hadn’t said a word when they’d walked in. The other night, she hadn’t said a word as Dylan had fucked me on the chair. Now, she was just staring at the two of us. Before, when he’d been balls deep in Mel, she’d seemed business as usual, but here I couldn’t read her. I was worried she was pissed and was gonna make a scene or something when she reached forward, grabbed a handful of Mel’s hair and pulled her off my dick.

In a flash, Mel, still on her knees, was in front of Maria. Maria’s bikini bottoms were pulled to the side, with Mel’s face jammed against her crotch so hard, Maria’s knuckles were turning white. Her other hand started fumbling with the drawstring of her bottoms. Finally clearing them, she began working on the top, almost in desperation.

Neither Dylan nor I could move. Maria looked entranced as she watched the two of us, moving Mel’s face against her with her hand in a frantic motion. When she finally pulled her face away from her groin, there were strings of drool from Mel’s face to her slit.

Mel walked forward, got on the bed and straddled Dylan’s chest. She looked back at me and started pushing her ass back until her legs were outside of mine, and her slit was just above my cock. She reached underneath herself, aimed me, and without a second’s hesitation, buried me inside her to the root. Collapsing her weight almost fully onto Dylan, she looked back at me and said, “Fuck us.”

This, I could do. I rolled forward, and it pushed me into her and off of Dylan. Rolling back, he was in me to the balls and I was just out of her. It was almost perfect.

I kept going, slamming into Maria and three to four inches off of Dylan, pulling out of Maria and back onto his shaft. Over and over again. My hands on her hips as I slammed home, feeling the slight emptiness as several inches of him left me.

An added bonus was that, due to their height disparity, my inclusion put their faces directly on each other. They were making out like their lives depended on it. Mel, for her part, sat on the chair and just watched, not diddling herself at all, just enjoying the show.

Dylan started to get…harder. I felt it just as I felt Maria start to flutter away. She pulled her face off of Dylan, pushed herself up on her arms and began slamming her ass back onto me, pressing Dylan deeper into me every time.

“Fuck, Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum!” Dylan gasped to Maria, who answered him, “I already am. Oh fuck!”

Me? Oh hell yes. Hearing the two of them, and finally feeling Dylan’s shaft as it began pulsing his load inside me pushed me way, way over the edge. My balls began unloading shot after shot into Maria’s almost impossibly hot insides.

I wasn’t about ready to NOT go deeper, either. I grabbed her hips tighter, slamming home over and over again, trying to time every cumshot with an even deeper thrust…which did her in. She popped off of me fast, trailing a line of creamy jizz as she did over Dylan’s abdomen. “Ooooh. Ooh…fuuuuuck…sensitive…fuuuuck.”

I just laughed. My prick pulsed a few more times, a couple more shots ejecting onto those chiseled abs. Dylan kept pulsing, but I think they were aftershocks at this point.

A few minutes later, I was back in my shorts and button down. Dylan was in his. Mel was in a sundress and Maria was in…well, a bikini top, fanning her crotch.

We headed back to the states the next day. We haven’t met up or even talked about the encounters since with them, although Mel and I definitely have.

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