Redheads and Tentacles Pt. 03

"Ahh, Tara! Yes, that's perfect!" Arthur heard the bliss-filled cry from Sammi and Tara's room, while padding back to his own, from the bathroom, in the dark of the night.

"It's about fucking time," he thought to himself, pausing briefly to listen to his friends fucking each other, and smiled. "They've been holding candles for each other forever!"

Though a latecomer to this friend group, having started dating Rita roughly two years ago, Arthur quickly noted the low-level sexual tension between Sammi and Tara the first time all four of them hung out. Rita had later confirmed this and filled him in on all the will they/won't they that had been constant since college. Both Rita and Arthur would have put money on "won't," watching both women alternate between flirting and pining for the other.

As Arthur climbed into bed, Rita woke enough to snuggle into him. "Sammi and Tara are fucking." He whispered into his girlfriend's ear.

"It's about fucking time," she replied sleepily, wrapping his arm over her chest.

The next time Arthur opened his eyes, sunlight was making the room's curtains glow and Rita was kissing his neck. Her warm naked body was pressed up against his own. Despite responding as it always did to her attentions, a soreness in his cock, which he usually associated with muscles that had been worked hard, made him think he needed a break.

"You realize we have had more sex in the last two days than any given week in our relationship... not counting the first few months," Arthur said as he did the post-wakeup full-body stretch.

"Oh, big stretch!" Rita said. "Are you complaining about the abundance of sex?"

Arthur flopped an arm and a leg over Rita, forcing a surprised squawk from her and rolling her onto her back. "I am not complaining. The mind is willing. So is the flesh... it's just a bit sore."

"You definitely feel willing to me," Rita said, reaching between them to wrap a hand lightly around his cock. The light pressure made him flinch his hips back. "Oh no! I'm sorry, you must be really sore. No more fucking until you say so."

Rita kissed Arthur on the forehead. "I'm going to start some coffee. Come out when you are ready."

Arthur let his hand linger on, then slide off Rita's body as she climbed out of their bed. He never got enough of looking at or touching her. Even now, he wanted to pull her back into bed to make out with her. But, after turning down her advances, pulling her back for kisses would send mixed signals. He'd wait until after breakfast before initiating anything - soreness be damned. He wanted her, and this trip was his chance to glut himself on time with Rita.

Looking over her shoulder as she slipped her underwear on, Rita wiggled her ass at him. "Child-bearing" hips, she liked to joke. Arthur couldn't find a better term. Touching her curves there, nibbling on her hip bones to elicit those cute groans of pleasure she only made when he did that... nope, he was trying to get himself out of bed and less excited.

Stepping into an old maxi skirt she used for house wear, and throwing on one of his shirts, Rita moved to leave the room, then paused. While pulling her freshly-dyed green hair into a bun, she asked, "Did you say that Sammi and Tara were fucking last night?"

"Yep," Arthur said, sitting up. "I heard Sammi say something like 'Tara, yes!' while coming back from the bathroom. When I told you, you said 'About fucking time!' Then went right back to sleep."

"Well it is," Rita said, opening the door. Exclamations of pleasure drifted into the couple's room. She turned to grin at Arthur one more time. "HMM! Good for them. I'll have coffee ready in a minute."

Arthur lounged under the sheets until morning necessities forced him to dress. He kissed Rita's cheek on his way to the bathroom while, "Fuck! Sammi, right there!" came from their friends' room.

Rita was out on the patio when Arthur was done, a steaming cup in her hand, another sitting on the table. "It's so nice out, and I thought I'd give them a little more privacy," she said. Sammi and Tara's vocalizations of bliss could still be heard coming from the cabin.

"Or the illusion of it. Is their window open?" Arthur asked as he sat down, to which Rita nodded. "Did I miss anything?"

"I'm pretty sure I heard Sammi screaming into a pillow or the bed after Tara asked if she liked 'being pinned like that with three fingers in her cunt and a tongue up her ass.' I think they are making up for lost time," Rita replied, settling her feet over Arthur's thighs.

"You don't say. Do you think that's what we've sounded like this whole trip?" Arthur asked. He took a sip of his coffee and sighed. "Thank you. This is great."

"Some variation, I'm sure. We won't hear any hips slapping into ass cheeks unless one of them brought a strapon, which I doubt." Rita shrugged, "But, yeah. Pretty much."

"Oof," Arthur winced. "I'm amazed they didn't kill us already."

"Don't worry about it. Remember last year after my birthday party? Tara and what's their face..."

A bang, like an object being knocked to the ground, followed by mixed giggles wafted from the window.

"The cute, corporate-looking NB?" Arthur asked.

"That always wore the vests? Yeah," Rita confirmed. "Sammi looked like a kicked puppy at the end of the night, having to sleep on the couch. That next morning I thought Tara and... Skye! That was their name. I thought the two of them were going to break my guest bed with how much it was squeaking."

"Really?" Arthur was surprised. "I didn't see Sammi pouting."

"You didn't know her that well yet. Those two are so used to platonically sharing a bed, it must have been no fun, if not unexpected." Seeing a look of sympathy cross Arthur's face, Rita continued. "Don't worry, it's part of their pattern. Winter break senior year, we all visited Sammi, who was house-sitting for a family friend up in the Rockies. Great view. Her girlfriend at the time brought a stash of sex toys. They must have used every single one of them during the week Tara and I were there. I got plenty of cuddles from Tara that trip. Sammi managed to get fucked enough I'm amazed she could walk straight, and still managed to spent plenty of time hiking with us. It was just the start and end of the day that was a little... noisy. This is something we've all done, so many times. And you know all about the two of them pining for each other."

Arthur snorted into his coffee before taking another sip.

New moans, Tara's this time, floated out the window, at the same time as Sammi started singing what sounded like "Glory, Glory, What a helluva way to die."

"Really? Again?" Tara exclaimed, while Sammi laughed. Soon after, more moans of pleasure from Tara made Rita laugh quietly.

Rita snorted at the confused look from Arthur. "It's an old TikTok meme about facesitting. Referencing to glory of being smothered by a woman sitting on your face."

The couple held hands across the table and sipped their coffee, serenaded by the sounds of pleasure coming through the open window. Tara had begun to moan in a decidedly orgasmic fashion right up until a series of frantic slaps sounded through the window. After a pause they resumed, quickly reaching their crescendo again.

"Five bucks says Sammi was getting smothered enough to fear crossing the Rainbow Bridge," Rita said.

"I am not taking you up on that," Arthur responded with a laugh.

After things had remained quiet for a while, Rita stretched and got up. "I'm going to start breakfast. I'm hungry, and I bet those two have worked up an appetite. Don't worry if I bang some pans around a little bit. That will just be me letting them know there's an outside world that wants to put things inside them that are not fingers or tongues."

"Want a hand?" Arthur asked.

"Nah. Come in when you are ready." Rita kissed him on the top of his head. "Later, you can do the dishes... Maybe make another pot of coffee when you get up."

Arthur soon followed Rita into the house and set about brewing enough coffee for all four of them. Rita did not in fact make any extra noise getting pans out for bacon and French toast, but did hum Sammi's song from earlier.

Sammi and Tara soon emerged, looking both very satisfied, but surprisingly unmussed.

"Good morning," was all Rita said. "Breakfast will be ready soon."

"Coffee?" Arthur filled two mugs before either of the other women could reply. Then he froze mid hand-off.

Tara's snickers made Rita look up from the stove. "Sammi! What did you do to her?"

"That -" Sammi began.

"- Is what happens when some people get carried away," Tara finished, standing on her tippy toes to kiss Sammi's cheek, which was blushing furiously.

Arthur thought it looked like Sammi got a little more than "carried away." A line of mini hickies ran from Tara's right ear, under her jaw and up past her left ear. Tara ran her hand across her jaw with a smile that held a secret. She clearly enjoyed getting that string of hickies, however Sammi gave them to her.

Arthur finished passing the mugs of coffee to the couple.

"Thanks," Tara and Sammi said in unison.

"What are you making?" asked Sammi.

"Bacon and French toast. I figure we could all use the protein today," Rita said with a straight face. It cracked when she followed up with, "And there are plenty of fucking-snacks left over from your shopping trip yesterday. I assume you will need them."

The tall redhead blushed bright red. Cuddling into her, looking incongruously short with her head resting against Sammi's breasts, Tara had the gall to wink. "Good thing we got so many!"

Over breakfast Rita asked, "What are your plans for today? Staying away from the water after your near-drowning yesterday? Maybe going for a round two after you've digested, lunch, and then a bit of lazy fucking afterward?"

"Wasn't that your plan yesterday? I'm sorry for disrupting it," Tara said with a smirk.

"I'd rather miss fucking to ensure you don't get carried out to sea," Arthur said. "Besides, I needed a bit of a break."

"Oh?" Sammi asked. "Is Rita riding you too hard?"

"You have no idea. I'm a bit sore right now." Arthur chuckled. "But, by the look of Tara's neck, you could give Rita a run for her money."

Sammi started blushing again. Tara spoke up, "Enough of that, please. Overenthusiasm is not a bad thing, and I really enjoyed how I got these." She traced her hand from ear to ear, again acting like she was showing off a string of pearls.

"I'm sorry," Arthur said, "I didn't mean to make you feel bad."

"No joke," Rita followed up with mock frustration. "I tried seducing him this morning and he flinched away from me!"

"You're not the only guy who couldn't keep up with her," Tara said. "I think the only person that I've ever seen come close was that lady who was five years younger than Rita. That lasted three messy months? Not being able to keep up might be a green flag..."

"Or you know, boundary setting," Rita interrupted, bumping Arthur's hip with her own. "That lady refused to set or accept any."

"Or that," Tara conceded.

"So plans?" Arthur prompted.

"I'm going to set up a picnic for the two of us," Tara replied. Looking at Sammi, she said, "Give me an hour and then come on down. I'll be on the beach, just around that curve. I'll take the floating canopy and get that setup. Will you bring the food?"

"An hour, with food, gotcha," Sammi nodded.

Arthur glanced at Rita in surprise, who was staring at the couple, looking genuinely shocked. "You are going down to the water, alone, where we cannot see you, after what happened yesterday?"

"I'm just looking for a private spot. I promise to stay on the beach and not to go into the water alone." Tara looked back at Rita with sincerity and took her hand. "I don't want a repeat of that either. It was fucking terrible."

"You promise not to do anything stupid?" Rita squeezed the hand of her short, musclebound friend.

"I promise not to do anything stupid," Tara confirmed.

"Besides, I finally told her how I felt. I think that upgrades me to merely foolish," Sammi said, interrupting the moment.

"You were never stupid, just... overly careful. I'm glad you two won't be moping around anymore. Even watching it for a year and a half was rough. I can't believe Rita didn't say anything in the twelve years she's known you!" Arthur said.

"Wasn't my place." Rita smiled at the couple, now holding hands. "I'm really happy for you. I hope your date on the beach today is loads of fun."

After breakfast, Sammi settled outside with a book while Tara loaded a box Arthur swore was as big as she was into a canvas wagon. The two women shared a brief kiss before Tara headed towards the beach.

Arthur got to work on the dishes, but was interrupted by warm hands sliding under his shirt.

"I hope you don't mind if I just... hang out here, like this, while you take care of the dishes," Rita whispered into his ear. "I mean I'm on vacation, spent the whole morning listening to two beautiful women fucking while I sat across a table from my boyfriend, being ever so chaste. It's enough to drive a woman insane."

To emphasize the statement, Rita kissed the back of Arthur's neck. All dishwashing stopped as he let himself float in the pleasure of his partner pressing herself against him, planting warm kisses along his hairline.

"Why have you stopped cleaning?" Rita asked.

"Because you're distracting me," Arthur sighed.

"Oh, we can't have that. If this is too much, I'll wait until you are done." Rita replied.

Arthur felt her lean back, while still keeping her hands around his stomach. "Please don't. That was really nice. I can manage both at the same time."

Rita hummed, sounding unconvinced, "Only if you don't stop doing the dishes."

He picked up another plate and began scrubbing while Rita nibbled on his ear. Letting himself enjoy this attention while also not slowing down enough to give his partner reason to stop was proving a challenge. Pressed against him as she was, Rita interpreted any pause in his body as "getting off task."

Washing the pan proved exceedingly difficult. Rita slid a hand down the side of his PJ pants, slowly sliding her fingers around his legs, up and down his thigh, and the outside of his ass. She was careful to avoid touching his hard-on, whether because she remembered he was sore, or just to tease him, Arthur was not sure. It felt amazing and made scrubbing that last dish so very difficult.

As soon as that last pan was in the dishrack, Arthur dried his hands and turned to face Rita. He wanted to return the teasing she had just made him endure, and the look of superiority and mischief on Rita's face poked his sense of competition. With a hand on each shoulder, he walked her backwards until her legs bumped into the cabin's couch, forcing her to sit down.

Arthur straddled his lover and slid his hands up her shoulder and neck until his fingers splayed around her ears, lightly massaging the base of her neck. Rita sighed in pleasure, lolling her back. Leaning over her, still holding her head between his hands, Arthur kissed Rita with barely restrained passion. While their tongues rolled together, Artur shivered, feeling some of the energy Rita had built in him find an outlet.

"I'm going to keep you right here until Sammi goes to meet Tara," Arthur said.

"Like hell you are!" Rita said with a laugh. She tried to lift Arthur with her hips and found herself soundly pinned while he laughed and kissed her neck. "You ass! What if I want to touch myself? You are going to make me suffer while you are out of commission?"

"Oh honey," Arthur said, pausing his attentive kissing. A look of concern enveloped his face as he gazed into her eyes. Leaning forward, Arthur softly kissed her on the forehead. "That is exactly what I am going to do."

Taking each of Rita's hands, Arthur crossed them over his lover's head. With one hand he held both of her wrists against the wall behind the couch. Rita growled and struggled against her predicament. She also let herself be kissed until she was frantic for release. Instead of trying to free her hands, Rita focused her "attempts" to escape on wiggling and lifting her hips to unbalance her captor.

All that movement left her slouched on the couch with her shirt slid halfway up her back. Arthur's free hand wandered across it, playing with the small of Rita's back. His fingers slid across the intersection of her hips and spine, making Rita arch her back, whimpering in pleasure and playful frustration.

Arthur's fingers continued to dance across her lower back. Stepping them along her spine made Rita's back arch. Using the space those touches invoked, Arthur slid his fingers between the cleft of his partner's ass cheeks. Every new touch made her moan in pleasure as she tensed her back or legs, and sigh when his touch lightened and she was able to relax.

A cough behind them made Arthur pause. Behind them, Sammi stood, a cloth bag in one hand and a smile on her face. "Thought I'd let you two know I'm heading out. Didn't want to worry you... or make you think you had to stay clothed longer than you needed to. Not sure when we will be back. Have fun!"

Sammi walked out with a wave of her hand.

Arthur looked back to Rita, whose grin mirrored his own. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

"That it's time to fuck me senseless?" Rita responded.

"Sorry, hon," Arthur responded with a wiggle of his hip, "still sore. Don't look at me like that. I'm not going to let you suffer."

"What do you call what you've been doing to me all this time?" Rita asked.

"Teasing," Arthur grinned, "You're really going to like what comes next."

"Me?" Rita said, raising an eyebrow.

"If you follow my instructions, for sure." Arthur climbed off the couch and pulled Rita to her feet. "Step one, off with your clothes!"

Turning away from his dishevelled and quickly stripping partner, Arther went into their room, coming out with a towel.

"Follow me, for step two." Towel in hand, Arthur opened the door to the patio. The chairs were light metal frames under worn foam and fabric cushions. They could have been a year old, or ten. Either way, not a place for a naked ass to be resting. He lay the towel across the chair and pointed. "Sit."

Rita settled onto the towel covered chair, reclining with one leg crossed over the other, hands resting in her lap, and an eyebrow cocked to silently communicate, "I'm waiting to be impressed."

Arthur took a moment to admire Rita in all her glory. A green-haired empress on her throne, deigning to allow him into her presence. Despite all their fucking, and Tara's near drowning yesterday, Rita had still been able to get sunkissed. Tanlines from her suit reached down her shoulders and across her chest. "I wonder if I can get her to come to the beach topless," Arthur thought to himself.

Rita cleared her throat and cocked her head. "As much as I enjoy being ogled by you, and I really, truly do, that can't be what you brought me out here for."

"If only I could paint," Arthur said, "I'd capture your beauty, just like that. Forever. But no, I thought this would be a perfect spot to eat you out."

He followed his words by removing a pillow from one of the other chairs and putting it at Rita's feet. "At least I know I'm talented there," he said, getting to his knees in front of her.

"That's true. I think we've gathered lots of empirical evidence." Rita smiled and uncrossed her legs, "No harm in increasing the sample size."

Arthur hummed in anticipation as Rita reached behind her, snagging another pillow. She rested it behind her back and slouched her hips to the rim of the chair. "Have I mentioned I appreciate how giving you are?"

"You haven't screamed it to the heavens yet," Arthur replied, kissing his way up her leg, starting at Rita's knee.

"There is no one around to hear," she grinned, enjoying the view of her partner kneeling at her feet, fully clothed. "Maybe I'll indulge a little."

Continuing to work his way up her legs, Arthur kissed one area of Rita's inner thigh, then switched to the other side. Fingers twining, then pulling, on his hair told him now his lover was getting impatient. His first instinct was to resist, but he'd already teased Rita enough this morning. More wouldn't be sexy, just frustrating. This decision came a moment after Rita hooked one leg behind his neck. The other leg draped its companion's ankle, and Arthur's shoulder. They worked together, pulling his face into Rita's attention-starved bits.

Tapping the side of Rita's leg relaxed the pressure. "Just wanted to make sure we knew what that meant," Arthur said, smiling up from the potential choke hold her legs had framed.

"Taps on the side of my leg, or if you stop licking, mean you are about to pass out," Rita winked down at the man on his knees. "Don't worry, I won't let that happen. I would miss out on prime screaming time if you fainted. We can't have that."

"I'm glad to know where your priorities lie," Arthur said, bending his head down to pleasure his girlfriend.

The first licks were slow, as Arthur let himself enjoy the taste of his lover, along with the comfortable weight of her legs around his head. One arm rested across the top of Rita's thigh, he couldn't get enough of the feel of her skin in his hands. They lay just below her ribs, feeling the rhythm of her breaths.

As Rita became impatient for more, the pressure of her fingers in his hair increased. In response Arthur took his hand from her thigh and slipped a finger into her pussy. Above him, Rita sighed in pleasure. The leg draped over his back squeezed, demanding more from him.

Slowly, Arthur built up the intensity of his licking and finger fucking. Long licks, like across an ice cream cone, alternated with swirls of his tongue around Rita's clit. When his finger needed a break, he readjusted so his tongue could slip inside her. In that position he'd lick her inner walls, giving special attention to the top, rough spot that made her wiggle in delight.

When pushing his tongue out so far became tiring, he slipped fingers back into Rita's dripping core. Two fingers became three, slowly sliding in and out of her. Meanwhile, Arthur draped his lips around the top of her pussy and flicked her clit with his tongue.

Rita's moans built with the pressure of her legs around Arthur's head. As he worked his tongue across her clit, and his fingers in and out of her cunt, Arthur slid his free hand up Rita's body. It filled itself with one of her breasts. Massaging it for a moment, he relished how it felt in his hand. He maneuvered it so it filled his palm and a nipple lay between his fingers. A new, louder, moan of pleasure, rolled from Rita's mouth. Her legs grew heavier across his shoulders, and grew a little tighter around his head.

"Do not change a thing!" Rita said, her voice sharpened by her now quick breaths.

The fingers in Arthur's hair tightened feeling like a demand to lick harder and move his fingers faster, at odds with Rita's words. He knew better, and focussed on keeping every rhythm of his body steady. Even as Rita began to shiver, Arthur kept himself on beat.

Around Arthur's head, Rita's body tightened further. Instead of putting pressure on his neck, Arthur had angled himself so his jaw was being squeezed. More than anything, this pressure strained those muscles and made it difficult to continue licking. Still, with Rita's fingers clenching in his hair, and her body shaking in pre-orgasmic spasms, there was no way Arthur was tapping out.

Arthur continued to lap at Rita's pussy and fuck her with his hand. A small pool of Rita's personal lubrication puddled in his palm. Eventually it dribbled down his arm and began to run onto the tiles of the patio. Soon, shakes turned into convulsions. Through his hand on her chest, Arthur felt Rita's entire body tightening up. Her legs pressed down on his shoulders, making him strain to stay where he was. Rita's pulse pounded through her thighs, beating an ardent tattoo into Arthur's ears.

"More, fuck!" Rita shouted and shook. "Oh, god! Right there!" Rita cried out, her chest heaving and legs pressing harder against Arthur's head.

Arthur kept licking as Rita's orgasm pressed against him. Through the muffling effects of the thighs hugging his ears Arthur could hear Rita's lose coherence. "Fuck, there!" turned into "fuh-uh-uhhh."

Words dissolved into ecstatic screaming. Rita had never been careful with the noises she made. This scream was especially loud and wanton. Even with the muffling effect of her legs wrapped around his head, Arthur felt Rita cutting loose.

Still, he kept licking. Slowly her screams settled into contented coos. Her legs slipped down his shoulders to rest exhausted on either side of his knees. He kept licking as Rita's hands relaxed in his hair, then started to tighten their grip once again.

With her legs no longer wrapped around his head, Arthur could hear Rita's hums and coos of pleasure. He hadn't stopped worshiping his partner, but he did slow his tongue and hand, both to help pace himself and to give her a moment to recover. As Rita's sounds of pleasure increased and her fingers tightened on his hair, Arthur escalated his ministrations to match.

Arthur ran his free hand up Rita's chest and rested it on her chin. Immediately, Rita opened her mouth and began sucking on two of Arthurs fingers. Scrunching her body forward, she pushed Arthur's fingers deeper into her mouth.

Looking up at Rita, Arthur's breath caught, seeing his girlfriend, eyes full of lust meet his own. The view of her, naked, flushed with pleasure, and pushing his fingers as far down her throat as they would fit, filled Arthur with his own lust. He could feel himself getting hard. And was still frustratingly sore, albeit less so than earlier. He knew waiting a little longer would be a good idea, but also, he was tempted to bend his beautiful partner over the table and have her right now.

Instead of lingering on how horny he was feeling, Arthur refocused on pleasing Rita. With his first two fingers so deep in Rita's mouth, he was able to wrap his ring, pinkie and thumb under Rita's jaw, holding her where she was. Rita's eyes rolled in her head and moaned again. His other hand sped up fucking her, also pressing as deep into Rita as his three fingers would go. Her legs squeezed tighter around his shoulders, heels linking at the small of his back.

Instead of continuing to only lick Rita's clit, Arthur wrapped his lips around the top of her pussy. Lightly sucking her nub, he was able to pull her clit deeper into his mouth while flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Rita's fingers immediately clenched in Arthur's hair, making him wince, but not release the suction he had created.

Another orgasm flooded Rita's body. Again, she screamed her pleasure to the tropical skies. A warm breeze rolled off the ocean. Arthur felt Rita's sweat and cum-drenched body shiver. This time her legs and hands didn't relax.

Rita held on to Arthur's hair, still pushing his face into her cunt. She squeezed his sides with her legs. She moaned with every breath, muted by Arthur's fingers in her mouth. Lips around Arthur's fingers, Rita ran her tongue against their pads. Every time she opened her mouth to breathe, a trickle of drool ran down Arthur's arm.

A third orgasm passed through Rita's body. Following so close after the last, Rita could only shudder and grunt. Her hands and legs still held Arthur close, if less ardently. He slid his hand from Rita's mouth, now well lubricated by her saliva, and rolled her left nipple between his fingers.

Rita's response was immediate. She shook and pushed him back. "No more! That's all I can

take!"

Sitting back on his heels, Arthur smiled up at his love. "Does that make up for being too sore to fuck you?"

"You still fucked me really good!" Rita responded. Smiling, she leaned forward to kiss him. "But you know that, you smug butt."

Arthur winked at her. "I'm glad to hear I'm adequate." He held up the fingers he'd used to fuck her. "Care for a second breakfast?"

One at a time Rita licked each finger clean. "Mm, yum," Rita said. "I can't wait to taste that on your cock."

"I'm definitely less sore, maybe this afternoon." Arthur stood up. "Don't move, I'll

be right back."

"Kay," was Rita's reply. She was already slouching back in the chair, a leg up on the table.

Arthur returned with a glass of water and slices of mango.

"You're so good to me," Rita sighed.

"Love, and self-preservation," Arthur said with a smile. "Feeding you and fucking you meansI won't get jumped because you are hungry or horny."

Rita stuck her tongue out at him, then gulped the water, draining half the glass immediately. She looked at Arthur, now resting in his own chair. "I can't help worrying about Tara. I know we'd have heard from Sammi by now if something was wrong, but still..."

"Do you want me to listen, or offer ideas?" Arthur asked.

"Ideas, please," Rita said.

"What if we pack a picnic of our own, and go for a walk? If our path just so happens to pass along the hill above where those two will be, well we just got turned around. Oops, sorry, didn't mean to spy," Arthur paused, "How does that sound?"

"Perfect. Let's go make sure they're fucking around instead of drowning." Rita pushed herself to her feet and immediately sat down. "Once I can actually stand up."

While Rita recuperated, Arthur assembled a picnic for the two of them, which he split between their two backpacks. Rita came out of their bedroom in short-shorts, a tank top, and sneakers.

There was a path that led, generally, toward their destination. The cabin itself was at the top of a hill that sloped down to the sea. Grass covered the entirety of the dune, except for the thin sandy strips leading to the beach and outcropping. Instead of taking the path leading to the beach, the couple cut along the top of the hill, away from the outcropping they had stood watch on yesterday searching for Tara in the expanse of water. The closer Rita and Arthur got to their destination, overlooking the beach where Sammi and Tara were having their "picnic," the more cliff-like the drop to the beach became.

Arthur couldn't believe it was less than twenty-four hours ago that Tara had been swept away and then returned as if by magic. It felt like yesterday was actually three distinct days: the start of this first full day at the cabin. Tara getting washed away (which to be fair felt like a whole-ass year). Finally, the celebration of getting her back whole and safe, at the end of which Tara and Sammi finally (and enthusiastically) got together. Arthur hoped Rita's need to check up on them was just leftover concern for Tara's wellbeing. He also had to admit that Tara going down to the ocean by herself, and how chill Sammi was about that, felt strange.

At the spot they thought would overlook Sammi and Tara, a few small trees and dense patches of grass were all that kept this part of the world from crumbling into the ocean. A horizontal branch thinned out the grass enough that Rita could clearly see the inflated raft bobbing in the waves.

After helping to set out the blanket, Rita got down on her knees, leaning over the branch to spy on her friends. Hoping, for Rita's sake, the cliff would give a bird's-eye view of the new couple fucking, Arthur began setting out his picnic supplies.

"Oh my god! Arthur, come here!" Rita gasped.

Suddenly full of fear, Arthur scrambled to the lookout. Leaning over Rita, he first looked past the raft for one of his friends floating away. Once he saw no bodies in the water, he looked at the raft. A pair of legs extended from under the canopy and wrapped around a head of flaming red hair. Clearly Tara and Sammi were at the dessert portion of their picnic, he thought.

Arthur was about to say something about respecting the two women's privacy when something else caught his eye. A mass of red hair leaned out of the canopy. The new redhead filled

their hands with the person-in-the-water's red locks and tilted their head into a kiss.

"Why am I seeing two Sammis?" Arthus asked.

"That's new to me, too," Rita said. "Keep watching."

It took a moment, but Arthur noticed what he had thought were inflated ridges on the raft begin

to move. What he had initially discounted as red nautical flair, artistically added to the raft, were in fact live tentacles! Four of them reached into the raft. Soon, after the redhead leaning out of the raft disappeared under the canopy, and what was (presumably) their ass came into view. A red tentacle was lifting her by the hips, keeping her ass raised. A red-toned appendage was wrapped around each of her legs. Finally, the fourth tentacle slowly slipped into the freshly exposed pussy.

"Oh my god!" Rita said again, this time in a whisper.

Arthur couldn't say anything as he watched one person being bound and fucked by a limb that came from an octopus or squid (maybe a cuddle-fish, a part of him thought with a snicker), while the human head, attached to those aquatic limbs, returned to eating out the second person on that raft.

Soon, the raft was rocking from the pleasured squirming of the women on the raft. A scream of unrestrained bliss floated up to Rita and Arthur, slightly muted by the distance and light breeze.

"Well that's definitely Sammi," Rita said.

The be-tentacled ass was released, slumping so its legs dangled into the water and lapped at

her thighs.

Arthur could feel Rita adjusting herself under him, her ass pushing against his hardening cock. They watched the red-headed sea-woman move her head between the legs of the other person on the raft--who was soon identified as Tara by her own scream of orgasmic bliss.

After a brief pause, the three women re-adjusted. One of them, clearly Tara from her short hair and muscled physique, was lifted off the raft suspended above the water by a mix of tentacles and the aquatic-redhead's human arms. Tara had her legs wrapped around the redhead's torso and was kissing the octo-woman passionately.

Arthur could just make out a tentacle sliding in and out of Tara's body before Sammi placed herself behind Tara. Her shoulders rested just above the waves, one hand held a tentacle while the other grasped Tara's hip. Pulling herself forward, Sammi buried her face between Tara's ass cheeks. Lapping water hid the hand wrapped in the tentacle, but Arthur imagined it slipping between all their bodies, fucking the tentacle woman.

A moan from just below him made Arthur look at Rita. He could see now that her re-adjusting was to make room in her shorts for her hand. He silently watched his insatiable partner get off on secretly observing her best friends fuck a sea creature.

To be fair, the sight was also making Arthur horny, and for the first time today, he was not sore. He pressed his hips against Rita's ass and slid one of his hands under her tank-top, pinching her nipple.

"Now?" She moaned. "Now you get horny?"

"Says the voyeur!" Arthurn replied, pinching her a little harder. A small yelp slipped from her mouth. "Careful. You wouldn't want them to know we are watching, would you?"

"And spoil the show?" Rita sighed, "No way."

Rita arched her back and kept fingering herself. Through both pairs of shorts, Arthur could feel her fingers rubbing against the shaft of his cock. He tried to think of a good way to get both of their shorts out of the way. Her breast in his hand and ass pushing into him was making it hard to think. Seeing the exposed small of her back flex each time Rita moved broke his brain for just a moment.

"Holy shit, look at them now!" Rita said.

The Octo-woman had lifted Tara higher out of the water and turned her around. It looked like the short woman was held aloft like a trophy by the octo-woman. A human hand gripped one of Tara's legs, and a pair of tentacles held the other. One of Sammi's hands shared a leg with the other redhead's tentacles, helping to hold Tara up. Bound in strong, supple limbs, Tara was offered, pussy first, to Sammi. Head tilted like she was trying to drink from Tara's pussy like a fountain, Sammi lifted her mouth to the woman's cunt. Behind Tara, the sea-woman had her other hand moving an ass cheek out of the way so she could rim Tara. Both redheads were pressed together chest to chest, held there by Sammi's free arm.

Arthur didn't know where to look. His girlfriend was right there underneath him, masturbating her way to a fourth orgasm. Below them, Tara was being worshipped by the woman whom she had been in a will they/won't they situation for over a decade, and a woman who looked like something out of myth. The way their chests pressed together, Sammi's larger tits engulfing the other redhead's, would have played a part in one of his fantasies on a normal day, if he ignored all the tentacles.

"I need to fuck you," Arthur said to Rita.

"It's about time!" She replied.

Reluctantly letting go of Rita's breast, Arthur fumbled his shorts open and pushed down his underwear. Cock in one hand, he used the other to shove aside Rita's shorts and undies. With a sigh, he slid into her soaking wet cunt.

One hand held her hips angled towards his own. The other slid back under Rita's tank top and lifted her so her back was pressed to his chest. He could feel her fingers still rubbing her clit. He rested his chin on Rita's shoulder, so even as the two of them moved together, he could keep watching the women in the water fuck each other senseless.

Another cry of pleasure from Tara floating up from below. The octo-redhead helped Tara flop onto the raft, where she lay lost in her post orgasmic bliss.

Sammi and the other redhead wrapped their limbs around each other's bodies. Arthur thought he counted six legs cocooning Sammi. The pair kissed deeply, their human hands exploring each other's bodies. Sammi's hands roamed across the border between human and octopus skin. Her octopoid lover rested one of her hands on Sammi's cheek as they kissed. The other had freed one of Sammi's breasts from the press of their bodies and was playing with her nipple.

Breaking their kiss, the redhead from the sea threw Sammi onto the raft. Squawks of surprise from both human women reached the couple at the top of the dune. The canopy blocked some of the view below, but it looked like the octo-woman had settled herself on Sammi's face. Two tentacles had slipped between Sammi's legs. One was clearly fucking her hard enough to shake the whole raft. The other seemed to be making small, fast motions between the human redhead's legs. The other four tentacles seemed devoted to keeping the octo-redhead, and the raft, balanced.

The last two of the sea-woman's legs had wrapped around Tara, lifting the short woman into her arms. Once the octo-woman had her human arms around Tara, her tentacles writhing between the short human's legs. The pair began making out, octopoid-woman holding Tara much like she had Sammi just a moment ago. Tara slipped a hand into her lover's mass of wet red hair. With it tangled around her fingers, Tara pulled, forcing the woman's head back. The woman's eyes and mouth opened in surprise. Tara slid two fingers into the redhead's mouth, and their eyes softened into languid pleasure. Tara's fingers fucked the octo-woman's mouth, matching the rhythm of the tentacles siding in and out of her own body.

Soon a harmony of blissful voices floated up from the waves. Rita and Arthur's own moans of pleasure joined in, albeit quietly, neither wanted to be discovered.

That being said, Arthur did risk biting Rita's shoulder as pleasure mounted within his body. Rita was moaning and shaking as she tried to put off her own orgasm until the lovers on the raft had theirs. As soon as their loud moans turned into screams, Rita let out a short cry and bent over, catching herself on the branch. She shuddered and shook, using her fingers and Arthur's cock to achieve her fourth orgasm of the day.

Seeing Rita flopped over the branch, drained of energy, Arthur knew he would need to cum soon, too. He wrapped both hands around her hips and pulled her into him, matching each motion with a hard thrust forward. Rita braced herself on the limb as Arthur fucked her with abandon. Small, tired grunts slipped from her with each thrust.

Arthur could feel his orgasm building even as the muscles in his body began to scream at him. With a final thrust, he pushed himself as far and hard into Rita as he could, shuddering and collapsing across her back, filling her with his cum. The world blurred for a moment, and then he felt Rita shaking under him.

"I love when you finish like that," she said with a sigh. "Although walking back, leaking cum is going to be a funny sensation."

"Good thing I packed some napkins to go with our meal," Arthur said, pushing himself up. He flopped backwards onto the picnic blanket. "And hey, we fucked at the beach, sorta, and no sand issues."

Rita adjusted her shorts before unbending from the branch and looking over at her partner.

"Yeah... we got lucky. Not going to risk that again."

Crawling over to him, Rita slipped Arthur's deflated cock into her mouth. "Mmm, that is such a good combination of tastes. The perfect appetizer," she said after licking it clean.

The couple shared their treats, occasionally looking over the edge of the cliff to see how the trio below were doing. For a while, only feet and tentacle tips were visible, and not moving much.

"I'm glad their new friend likes to cuddle," Rita said. "I can't imagine those two being with someone who wasn't cuddly."

"When I first met them, I thought they were a couple," Arthur said. "They were always so on top of each other. But then I learned how cuddly you all are with each other."

"To be fair, your friends are not physically affectionate," Rita said with a small shake of her head. "I'm glad you found us. Even if you did think we had all fucked each other at some point."

"It's a fair assumption," Arthur said, running a finger across Rita's stomach.

"Maybe, maybe not. Group stuff is fun... but they are friends, so that's different." Rita paused, a contented sigh rolling out of her at Arthur's touch. Her breath caught, making Arthur pause. "If they do bring that woman up to the cabin, or I run into them fucking, I'm going to join in. Octo-lady is officially on my hall-pass list."

"No complaints here," Arthur said with a smirk. "I'd do the same."

The pair cuddled in comfortable silence, listening to the dull roar of the waves.

"Do you think that's how Tara made it back? Like did she fuck the octopus-woman as a thank you?" Rita asked.

"Five bucks says that's exactly how it happened," Arthur replied. "Ugh, you know we have to keep playing like those hickies were caused by Sammi!"

As the sun sank lower, Rita and Arthur watched Sammi and Tara kiss their octo-lover goodbye and start packing up the raft. The clifftop voyeurs took that as their cue to head back as well.

Rita and Arthur were back at the cabin with enough time to make themselves cold drinks and settle on the patio to wait for their friends. Sammi and Tara strolled up to the cabin looking freshly fucked.

"Good picnic?" Arthur asked.

"You would not believe it!" Sammi replied.

Rita ran a finger across the top of her chest, mirroring the fresh line of tiny hickies now running across Sammi's. "I think we would. Did Tara decide you needed the same experience?"

Sammi turned to Tara, "How-"

"It was my turn to get carried away," Tara said, interrupting. "Besides, it looks like you two had some fun of your own," Tara looked meaningfully at Rita. There was a patch of dried cum on the inside of her thigh.

"Oops," Rita said, crossing her legs to hide it.

"Go clean up, and make us some fresh drinks, and I'll make dinner tonight," Tara said. "I'm feeling inspired."