Sunday Funday Monster Martin Ch. 02

A sunny Sunday afternoon. (continued)

As I flopped back onto the couch, Coco suddenly exited the doorway of the pool house, perfectly tanned and dripping wet and walked into the house. She swayed just a little, clearly a bit tipsy, as she casually strolled into the living room completely naked.

Without missing a beat, she stood in the middle of the room, water dripping off her, and asked Martin, "Got a dry towel for me?"

Martin flashed a grin, stood up, and rushed to the back room to grab a clean towel. Meanwhile, the cool air from the AC seemed to hit Coco just right, as I could see her perky nipples standing at attention even more than usual.

"Aw, come here," I called to Coco, pulling my arms open. She didn't hesitate, stepping right into the space I made for her, tucking her naked body under my arm.

Martin jogged back into the living room, grinning like he'd just won a race, two fluffy towels in hand. He tossed one to Coco and she caught it effortlessly, wrapping herself up like she was already at home.

"So, where's the restroom?" she asked, looking up at him with a teasing smile, her voice soft from the chill.

This way," Martin replied, and with a dramatic flourish, he gestured toward the hallway. "Wouldn't want you to get lost in my maze of a house, I'll show you" he added with a grin, clearly enjoying the excuse to be close.

"By the way, where are my clothes?" Coco asked inquisitively as she stands up from the couch.

Martin responded, "Sorry, as soon as Shelly gets back from the store, I'll get them to you. Would you like the jersey again?"

She shook her head yes. Martin grabs the jersey and walks with Coco down the hall to the restroom, then returns with a grin on his face.

As I leaned back in the couch, the sun warming my skin as Coco saunter back into the living room completely naked. "I actually like the New York Knicks", she playfully teased out, throwing the jersey back over to Martin.

Martin shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to hide the bulge in his shorts. Coco's eyes flick to his crotch, a smirk playing on her lips as she takes in the tent he's pitching.

"I see someone's happy to see me," she purrs, her voice a sultry drawl as she runs a hand through her hair, sliding seductively back into my arms on the couch.

Martin chuckles, "Hell yeah, more than happy!", as he mutes the TV and turns up the blues music on the stereo.

I thought to myself, yes, this is happening. Today, it's clear who her target is. She definitely wants Martin's monster cock.

She turns to me, her eyes gleaming with a naughty glint. "Baby, I want to try something new," she says, her voice a husky whisper."

Coco slinks across to the other couch where Martin is seated. I sit back, taking in the scene right in front of our eyes. My cock is begging to be released from its denim prison, but I wasn't ready to join in.

Martin looks nervous but eager, his muscular frame shifting uncomfortably as he tries to hide the bulge in his shorts. I look over to Carl, who seems to be loving every second of this.

Coco straddles Martin's lap and leans in to whisper something in his ear. I can't hear what she's saying, but I can imagine the dirty promises and demands she's making. Martin's hands are gripping her hips as she slowly grinds her pussy against his dick still covered by his basketball shorts.

"Fuck, Coco," he muttered, his voice strained. "You're such a tease."

She throws her head back and laughs, a sultry, seductive sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "You love it, Martin," she purrs.

Carl and I watch, our eyes glued to the spectacle before us. Carl's hand is already in his pants, stroking his dick as he takes in the sight of Coco seducing Martin. I'm tempted to do the same, but I want to savor the moment, want to watch every fucking second of Coco working her magic.

Coco's hands roam over Martin's body, exploring every ripple and every line of muscle. She seductively grabs his cock through his shorts, squeezing and stroking it as a wicked smile appears on her face as she feels his length and girth. "Damn, you're a big boy, aren't you?" she teases, her voice a husky whisper.

Martin's breathing is ragged, as he abruptly yelled out, "Yooooo,", his body reacting to her touch. "Your girl is crazy."

"I told you!", Carl and I shouted out almost simultaneously.

Coco leans in closer to his face and without warning her lips captured his in a passionate kiss. Martin's hands are everywhere, roaming her body, squeezing her breasts, her waist, her ass.

Watching Coco kiss Martin so deeply and passionately was mind-blowing. I noticed the wetness glistening on her pussy and puckered asshole. She seems so fucking turned on.

Coco breaks the kiss, a satisfied smile on her face as she looks down at Martin, his chest heaving. Slowly her hand runs down to his dick, clearly outlined through his shorts and begins to stroke it again through the fabric.

Slowly Coco slides down, kissing his chest, his stomach, then she peels off his shorts, revealing his huge dark brown cock. She immediately goes to work on it, starting with her tongue at the base of his dick, licking it up as if it were an ice cream cone. His dick towered over her face.

Coco's tongue started working, licking and teasing Martin's cock like it's her favorite treat. She started at the base, her tongue flat against his shaft, licking up to the tip where she swirls her tongue around the sensitive head, making Martin groan.

Moments later. a long stream of pre-cum begins to leak from his tip as Coco laps it up, with a smile on her face as she savors him.

Slowly she takes his cock head into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his girth. Her head starts to slowly bob up and down, her hand stroking the length of his shaft that she couldn't fit in her mouth.

Martin's moans fill the air, "Fuck, Coco," he groans, his voice strained.

Coco pulls his cock out of her mouth with a pop and a wicked smile on her face as she looks up at him. "You taste so good, Martin," she purrs.

She then slides down to the floor, pulling his shorts off completely, revealing his manscaped body. His body a work of art, as his cock stands tall, proud and ready for my girl.

Coco presents herself to us, her ass up in the air, her pussy and all on full display.

Carl and I exchange a look, a silent communication passing between us. I stand up, my cock tenting my jeans. Carl also had the same idea, as he was about to partake in some Coco loving. I offered a jesting hand to Carl. "After you, my brother," I say, a smirk on my face.

Carl chuckles, his eyes never leaving Coco's body as he stands up, his own cock hard and ready.

"Excuse me while I whip this out," Carl says, his voice a low growl as he starts to stroke his cock through his pants, his eyes appearing to be locked on Coco's wiggling ass.

Carl drops to his knees behind Coco, his hands gripping her hips as he dives in to eat her out. Positioning his body so I could watch, he begins to tongue her ass, licking and teasing before moving down to her pussy, lapping at her juices.

Coco audibly moans with her mouth around Martin's cock as Coco's her head bobs up and down on his shaft, her hand stroking what she can't fit in her mouth.

The slurping and sucking sounds fill the air, creating a symphony of pleasure that has my cock throbbing in anticipation.

Martin's pre-cum is leaking profusely, and Coco is eager to taste every drop, as she takes him as deep into her throat as she could.

After a few intense moments, Coco takes Martin's cock, out of her mouth as she looks back at Carl and smiles as if to say thank you for lubing me up with your mouth.

Next, she slowly climbed onto Martin's lap, and straddled him cowgirl style. She spits in her hand, then reaches back gipping it around Martin's massive cock. Slowly and carefully, she guides it to her ass.

"That's too big for my kitty cat right now," she says, her voice a sultry moan as she slowly impales herself on his length. "But it's the perfect size for my ass."

Martin groans, a deep, guttural sound as Coco takes him inch by inch. "Fuck, Coco," he manages to grit out.

Coco slowly starts to ride him, her body moving with a sensual rhythm that's mesmerizing. She wraps her arms around his shoulders as she bounces up and down on his cock.

The sight of his massive shaft disappearing into her ass looks incredible, her anus stretching easily to accommodate his size.

The sounds of their flesh slapping together, the moans and groans of pleasure, was an orchestra of desire.

After a few intense moments, Martin starts to go deeper, lifting Coco up and down with his hands with Coco now taking in the entire length of his dick, balls deep.

After several full-length strokes, Martin's cock begins to unintentionally slip out of her ass which is very slick, coated with a mix of her juices and his pre-cum.

Coco lifts herself off of him slowly, letting his dick slowly ease out of her asshole, leaving it gaping for a moment. She reached down, her hand wrapping around his cock, and slowly Coco guides his dick to her pussy.

"Let's see if I can take this thing," she purrs as she slowly impales herself on his length.

Martin groans, a deep, guttural sound as Coco takes him inch by inch. "Fuck, you're so big," she moans, her head falling back as she starts to ride him, her body moving with a sensual rhythm that's hypnotizing.

Carl and I are both stroking our cocks through our pants, our eyes glued to the spectacle before us. Coco is riding him with abandon, her body moving faster and faster as she chases her orgasm.

She now has him completely inside of her and she takes control, rocking her hips back and forth as she rides him.

Coco leans down and starts kissing Martin passionately, her ass bouncing as she moves up and down on his cock.

Suddenly, she stops and she reaches back, slides off of his dick, then guides his thick cock to back into her ass. She takes a moment then slowly impales herself his massive shaft, moaning loudly as she rides him slowly once again, her body rocking back and forth.

I noticed Carl watching intently, his cock was out of his pants, hard and ready. Coco notices him too. She beckons him over with a wave of her hand, and he obediently approaches.

Coco reaches out, takes Carl by the cock with her hand and strokes it gently. She leans down and whispers something to Martin, who nods in response.

Martin lifts her up slowly until his dick slides completely out of her ass with an audible pop sound, then she reaches back and guides Martin's cock directly into her pussy, slowly taking in his entire length.

Once Matin was firmly deep inside, she pulls Carl in closer, guiding his dick to her awaiting asshole.

At that point, I needed to readjust my point of view, so I moved closer on the couch to get a better view.

Coco is now impaled on both of them, her body sandwiched between two thick cocks. She starts to move, rocking back and forth. As Coco moans loudly, her body glistens with sweat. I can see the pleasure on all their faces, the room filled with the sound of their moans and the slap of flesh on flesh.

Coco leans down, kisses Martin passionately again, her tongue exploring his mouth. She reaches forward, placing both hands on the back of the couch, using it for leverage as she pushes, humps and grinds on both of their cocks.

Obviously enjoying her DP, Coco seemed like she is in a trance. Her head is rolling around and around, hair flailing about as she moaned louder and louder from the constant pleasure of having two dicks inside her.

And just like that, Coco began to climax. The sound of her moaning was enough to put me over the edge, but I held off from pleasuring myself.

Eventually, Coco slows down her movements while both men continued fucking her in sync. After a few minutes of steady pumping, Carl groans out loud and he cums deep inside Coco's ass.

While he appeared to try to catch his breath and get back his composure, Carl keeps his dick inside her until it is apparently flaccid. Once his dick slips out, it is followed by a small river of his sperm and her juices that spill down onto Martin's hard cock, while he still is fucking Coco's pussy.

The juices begin to mix, frothing up around her pussy. Her asshole was wide open and staring at me, wondering what I was waiting for?

After Carl excused himself to use the rest room, I slid up behind them and slowly I slid my dick into her wet and warm, awaiting ass.

I could feel the girth of Martin's massive dick through her sugar walls. Just then I came to the realization that this was supposed to be a team effort and we all needed to be in sync.

So after a few awkwardly timed strokes, we were finally in sync as I fucked Coco's ass and he fucked her pussy with precision.

As the liquor started to wear off, a lot of thoughts were going through my mind with the main one being that I didn't feel like I could fuck for much longer. The friction felt way too good and with all that pressure from the large and meaty dick inside her pussy, her normally loose ass was as snug as a glove. I really knew I couldn't last much longer.

Coco arched her back a bit, leaned down and began to passionately kiss Martin again. That action was too much for me. I couldn't hold back anymore and began to orgasm. I shot my load into her ass, shaking and convulsing from the intense pleasure.

After all of that, Martin was still hard and kept going. He must have taken viagra or something because this was ridiculous.

As I feel my orgasm subsiding, I pulled out of Coco's ass. My cock was covered with her juices and my cum. I took a moment to admire her beautiful body glistening with sweat. Her ass was still gaping slightly as Martin's rock hard cock, moved in and out of her pussy like a piston.

I smiled, knowing that I can't be the only one who's impressed with his stamina.

Carl returns and he and I sit back on the couch, our cocks spent but our eyes still hungry for the sight before us.

Coco, ever the trooper, starts to ride Martin like a wild cowgirl, her body moving in a fluid motion as she takes his entire length inside her. She's kissing him passionately, her arms wrapped around his neck, her body grinding against his. This is a sight I'll never forget.

Martin's hands are on her ass, guiding her movements, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

I could hear him grunting, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body appearing tense, so I knew he had to be close to climaxing. Coco must have felt it too, because she started to move faster, her body slapping against his, her moans filling the room.

And then, he tenses up, his body appearing rigid as he lets out a low, guttural moan.

I witnessed as he shot his hot cum into Coco's pussy. Loudly she moaned, her body convulsing as she orgasms again, her pussy milking his cock for all it's worth.

As Martin's orgasm subsides, she pulls Marin in close, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps. She kisses him passionately, his lips crushing against hers, their tongues exploring each others mouths with a fervor that matches the intensity of their encounter.

Coco's arms are still wrapped tightly around his neck, her body pressing against his as if she never wants to let go.

Martin's cock is still buried deep inside her as it twitches with residual pleasure, each movement she makes eliciting a shiver of delight from him.

Slowly his massive load begins to ooze out from her stretched open pussy, running down his shaft and pooling in his crotch.

Just as they're lost in their post-coital bliss, Shelly's voice cuts through the air from a distance. "Señor Martin, I'm back."

I'll be there in a minute." Martin calls out, his voice steady despite the situation, "Take your time."

Coco, ever the vixen, climbs off of him, her body glistening with sweat and their combined fluids. She kisses his chest, then moves down to his crotch, her tongue flicking out to lick up the remaining cum that dripped out of her pussy onto his dick and balls.

She takes her time, savoring the taste, ensuring not a drop is wasted.

After a few moments, Martin stands up, quickly gets dressed, and he makes his way to the kitchen to intercept Shelly.

Coco, refusing to cover up, stands tall and proud in her nakedness, her body a map of their shared pleasure.

She walks to the restroom, her hips swaying with a confident stride. A few moments later, she emerges, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail, a smirk playing on her lips as she enters the living room.

At the same time, Shelly also enters the living room carrying Coco's dried clothes. Shelly didn't flinch at the sight of Coco's naked body. I guess true to her professionalism, she keeps her composure, offering a small, understanding smile. "Here are your clothes, señorita. Can I get you anything else?"

"No, gracias señora." Coco answers politely as she takes the clothes from Shelly, but she makes no moves to put them on, instead laying them casually on the couch.

I couldn't help but feel my desire rising again as I watch her golden tanned, naked body on full display as she wanders around the living room, examining family photos and seemingly lost in thought, listening to the music that still played in the background..

Martin re-enters the living room. "I have to take a shower, Shelly. Could you lay out some clothes for me?" he asks, his voice calm and collected despite the chaotic events of the afternoon.

Shelly nods, "Of course, Señor Martin. I'll take care of that right away." She turns to us, "Would you like me to make you both some more mojitos before I go?" She asks.

We both decline, having had our fill of alcohol for the day. "No thanks, Shelly. We're good," I replied.

Shelly leaves the living room, as Coco continues her leisurely perusal of the room, completely unashamed of her nudity.

Eventually, Coco decides to put on her ripped-up jeans, but she remains topless, her breasts bouncing freely as she moves. Eventually she saunters over to the couch, picking up her shirt and puts it on.

After a few minutes or so, Martin returns, now fully dressed. He takes in the scene, a knowing smile spreading across his face. "Well, my new friends, you are welcome to come by whenever you like," he says, his voice low and teasing. "Sunday afternoons like this are going to be welcomed all year round, so holler at your boy! I just gotta make sure you can have the house all to yourself."

We all knew what he meant, don't come by when the wife and kids are home.

After a few moments of lighthearted banter, we decide it's time to head home. Carl's inebriated state made riding with him out of the question, so we ordered an Uber.

Saying our goodbyes, Coco, ever the tease, leans in and kisses Martin passionately. He responds eagerly, his arms wrapping around her and grabbing her ass through the ripped jeans tight in his hands.

Next, Coco turns to Carl, who's watching them with a mix of amusement and desire. She grabs his face and pulls him into a long, deep kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth. Carl responds eagerly, his arms snaking around her waist, pulling her flush against him.

Within a few minutes, our Uber arrives, and we climb in. The ride home was quiet The events of the day left us all in a state of satisfied exhaustion. Coco starts to doze off, her head on my shoulder, her breath slow and even.

When we get home, Coco is out cold, so I help her inside and lay her on the bed. She doesn't stir, her breathing deep and even as she sleeps off the effects of the day's activities and the alcohol.

The next morning, we both woke up with massive hangovers, but the memories of the day before brought smiles to our faces. It was a day of pure hedonism, and every moment was worth it.