The Interns Pt. 05 (MMF, MF, MM)

So here's the deal. Jonas was Mrs. Sinclair's lover and model. He was not a rich entrepreneur after all. I guess it made sense, but still I was disappointed to say the least, but in my heart I had to admit two things -- I already knew, and I didn't care. So when Mrs. Sinclair had the two of us pose as Greek wrestlers, our bodies pressed together in front of all those ladies, it was pretty obvious that she was getting her vengeance on us. I whispered to him to ask where Claire was, but he was evasive. Out shopping, he guessed, or off to see some friends. I was so angry with him, but then I realized for no reason. Nothing had been promised, not even in the unspoken language of our bodies. And Jonas' body pressed against mine and it felt good, I had to admit, and often I felt my cock stirring to the warmth of his body, the way he smelled, the way he felt, hard and angular, and needful, against me. He wanted me, he wanted my body as much as any woman had ever wanted me. But still he managed to slip away when the session ended, no doubt off to be with Claire.

That evening, Mrs. Sinclair and I took the long path down to the little spit of sand that was accessible from the house, and took our snorkels and fins. She wore a shorty wetsuit, and I wished that I did, too, because the air cooled surprisingly fast. I was angry at her, at Claire, and Jonas for that matter, and yet I had to admit that she could make me hard just like Jonas and Claire.

She was a fantastic swimmer, and at least the exercise kept me warm. A few minutes of brisk swimming through some chop brought us to the reef edge. The sun was just setting, but she'd brought some dive lights with her, and as darkness came, the sea became alive with all manner of mysterious, glowing creatures that I'd never seen before. Anenomes which had looked interesting now danced and glowed in the white light. Nudibrachs undulated and wriggled across the sea. Millions of tiny copepods began to make their daily ritual up the reef wall, like millions of little dutiful monks going to vespers. I took her hand in mine and we dove together far down the reef, so far that I struggled to equalize my ears, and then slowly rose, our lungs aching for release. I looked up overhead and the Milky Way spread its glorious carpet across the heavens all the way down to the sea.

We swam back slowly, not speaking, and when we reached the sandy beach, she rolled on her back and expertly removed her fins and mask, and rose from the sea. Not like the younger one, but like a goddess nonetheless. And so when she told me to spread out our towels like a blanket on the sand, I did. And so when she said to unzip her wetsuit, I did -- slowly, inch by inch, letting the air be filled with the sound of that zipper opening and her body escaping like a butterfly from a chrysalis.

"That feels so good, Tony" she whispered, unrolling it inch by inch, first off of her shoulders, and then down her back and hips. She wore nothing underneath.

"I can't..." I started to say, and she turned and put her finger to my lips.

"Is it Claire?" she whispered, placing her hand over my groin. "Or Jonas? Either way, it doesn't matter to me. In fact, the idea of my young stud fucking them both turns me on," she whispered into my ear, her tongue brushing against my earlobe while she slid her hand inside my speedos, taking my penis in her hand and stroking it.

"I know you want this," she whispered, kneeling before me. Her face brushed against my cock and she let my tip tease her lips, which were warm and soft.

"I don't, really" I replied, even though my cock began to throb to her touch. "Well, maybe a little."

"That's my boy," she replied, pulling me down to the ground, and with that, she straddled me and pushed her pussy down onto my mouth, I turned my head, but her sex was plump and wet and ripe like a melon, sweet and tart, and she took my cock in her mouth and sucked me to instant hardness while she spread her vulva across my face. Her thick, heavy labia slid between my lips, which parted despite my wishes, and soon I could feel her thick meaty clit rise up under my soft lips, hot and firm and she began to throb as I did. It was hard, like a little penis, and she shoved it in my mouth and fucked me as I begged her to stop sliding her sweet lips down the base of my shaft. She refused, circling the head with her tongue, deep-throating me, and then stroking me with her thumb and forefinger until my pre-cum ran down her hand, hot, clear and slick. And as it ran down my balls she came on my mouth, crying and shuddering, and pissing on my face a little, which made me even hotter.

"Cum on my face, Tony!" she demanded, and despite my intentions I gushed hot, clear precum all over her hands, and as I did, she quickly slid forwards and slid my cock into her. I moaned, throbbing, and she wrapped her legs around me and pulled my ass rhythmically to her, and as I began to spasm the heat rose within her again, and when my hot load gushed within her, she came hard, practically squeezing me out, and we held on to each other as our climaxes washed over us like the salt sea below, ceaseless and natural.

We lay there together for a long time, wrapped in the beach towel, until the Dog Star shone high and bright and reflected off of the water.

"I think it's time for you to go," she finally said.

"Are you staying here?"

"No. But. Well, I can't really explain it. Go head back up to the house. I'll be up in a few minutes."

I rose, and then hesitated.

"Walk with me."

She smiled up, as best as I could tell on that moonless night, and took my hand.

"Look, Tony. I won't tell anyone. I know you like them, but don't you like me just a little? You can't deny that you liked that."

"My body did," I admitted.

"You know, Claire's been with Jonas before. They're lovers."

"What??" I was incredulous.

"I thought you knew. She's with him now."

I had to admit to myself, part of me knew.

"I really like you, Tony. I'm sorry, I... I'm not a good person. But I get so damned lonely!"

"I know how that feels," I replied. "I guess I was feeling that way myself."

We slipped back into our swim things and walked together slowly up the steep beach pathway until we came to the little trail that led out to Jonas' camp site. She hesitated, and then turned to me. I knew she was right, this was only a moment between two lonely souls. She opened her mouth to speak but I pulled her close, and her eyes went to mine and we both saw the future in the black pools of each other's eyes. We kissed softly, even though we both were using the other and knew it. But our bodies knew better, they knew the primal instinct that drove us to fuck and love and cherish and burn with fiery desire. Her hand slid down around my ass and she rocked her pussy against me as our tongues met, and once more my cock stirred as my heart began to race again. She slid her hand around front and began to stroke me again and my mouth went to her breast, just as someone turned a light on in the house.

We both quickly recovered from our lust attack and she nodded me back towards the house, but the light went off. The moment was over, and our heads cleared and she gave me a good-night kiss, patted my cock, and stepped purposely towards Jonas's glamping tent.

It must have been about midnight when I crept back to the house. No one seemed to be home, but when I went to the front door, the Jeep was there. I crept back down the hallway to the guest rooms. Jonas' door was slightly ajar, but when I pressed it open, there was no sign of him. Claire's door was closed, and the light was off. I pressed my ear to the door and listened intently. There was no sound except gentle snoring. I slowly turned the latch and opened it.

Jonas lay atop the bed, naked in his splendor. Claire was next to him. Clothes were scattered about the room. A bra lay on the floor by my feet. The room was redolent with the scent of sweat and spunk. His beautiful body rested there, a few drops of sweat still glistening on his chest, which rose and fell gently with his deep breathing. Claire lay on her side, her soft round hips shone alabaster in the faint light coming from the streets outside. Her beautiful pussy formed a plump little bump between her cheeks, and I felt myself growing aroused at the sight of her. Jonas' cock lay to one side, resting on the inside of his strong, thick thigh. My eyes drank in his taut abs and every cleft and gentle bulge on that beautiful chest of his. I felt an impulse to stroke my cock against it. I let my hand slide down into my speedos and began stroking myself. My heart began to race again as once more the blood moved to the core of my being. I thought about how erotic it would be to watch him fucking Claire, watch his tight buttocks clenching as he plunged into her. But then Claire stirred slightly and I quickly stepped back out of the room.

I lay there in the dark, on my bed, my heart racing. I don't think they saw me, and after a few minutes I slid out of my speedos and lay naked in the darkness. I was on fire, trembling with anticipation. I closed my eyes and let my fingertips trace over my bare chest and thought about where Mrs. Sinclair had kissed me, how good her mouth felt on my cock. And how it felt to be pressed against Jonas. My manhood swelled as I remembered his touch on my skin, how he had taken my cock in his hand the other night. I began to stroke myself there in the darkness. My hips rocked against my phantom lover, my back arched and I involuntarily gasped with arousal as once more my manhood throbbed with pleasure. I heard myself begin to pant there in the darkness, the bed springs squeak, but I didn't care. I could feel my load pooling deep within me as my shaft grew hot and tense in my hand. I slapped it against my belly, slapped it like a bad bitch until once more my balls tightened and my rod jumped and jerked with my own dry contractions, just waiting to shoot my full load once more. I began to play with my button with my other finger, working myself open until I could hardly stand it.

Suddenly there was a movement in the darkness, and a strong hand took my hand and began to masturbate me. Jonas was standing next to me, stroking me. His naked body was quivering. He was thick and harder than I'd ever seen him. I turned my head and pulled him to me and quickly took that thick head into my mouth. I could taste his spunk and Claire's sweet tang mixed together on his cock and it aroused me even more, knowing he had just fucked her, so much so that I had to push his hand off of my dick. He protested softly, but with my other hand I took his taut sac and caressed him until he began to moan and beg me to stop.

"You fucked my girlfriend so now I'm going to fuck you back," I whispered, taking his hot throbbing member from my mouth.

"Your girlfriend," he said incredulously.

I pushed his hand away, rose, and shoved him down onto the bed. I straddled his chest and took my cock and guided it to his mouth.

"Suck my cock, you bastard!" I whispered, grinning, and reached back and took his member in my hand. He gasped and opened his mouth as I took his head in my hand and guided his lips over the spongy flesh of my swollen tip. Meanwhile I reached back and took his cock in my hand. I pulled him towards me, stroking him to the very edge. He was still slick with my saliva and I guided his head up between my buttocks. He arched his back and strained to fuck me, but I teased him mercilessly until finally he slowly pressed into me and I groaned in pleasure.

Suddenly there was a strange buzzing noise coming from outside the room. I froze, and then tried to rise, but Jonas held me.

"It's Claire."

Sure enough, soft moans could be heard coming from the open door to Claire's room. I pulled Jonas's head back onto my cock and gasped a little louder as he licked the length of my shaft.

"Suck my cock, Jonas," I commanded, loud enough for Claire to hear. "If you suck it right, I'll let you fuck me."

Claire moaned a little louder, and the vibrator sped up.

His tongue flicked expertly around my head and his hips thrust to me, but I kept his head from entering me.

"You want to fuck me, right Jonas? You want your cock up my tight ass?" He whimpered, and I let him closer. I could hear the sound of Jonas' mouth on my cock, and faintly, the sound of Claire's pussy mixed with the purr of the vibrator as she fingered herself.

I rose slightly so that Claire could see us in silhouette. My cock curving into Jonas' eager mouth. His cock thrusting towards my firm, round buttocks. I pushed deep into him and I heard the gurgle as he opened his throat to take me deep. I reached over to the bowl on the nightstand and pulled a condom at random, and tore the package open with my teeth while I continued to stroke the hot stud below me. Claire's eyes locked on mine as I unrolled the latex onto Jonas' thick, throbbing cock, and then I slid back and ever so slowly guided his head into my body.

"Oh my god, I'm going to explode!" Jonas whimpered as I eased him further inside me. I made it look hot for Claire. I wanted her to see her men lose control. At least one of them. I turned so that she could see Jonas's cock sliding into my ass, his balls slapping against me as my cock bobbed up and down. I began to rock on Jonas' cock and felt him throbbing inside me.

"I can't hold on," he cried out, trying to push me off, but I held him down.

"Shoot inside me, you bastard!" I ordered.

"Yes! Yes!" Claire cried out and I felt him begin to spurt. I could hardly contain myself, but I managed to keep my load intact as the big man's hot load gushed into the swollen latex. I quickly grabbed him, slipped off, and, stripping away the sheath, let him explode his sticky load onto my cock and belly. Claire cried out with desire and I heard the vibrator hum lower as she bore down against it, her climax shaking her body to the very core.

When he and Claire were finished, I was still rock hard. I gently let the man lay back into the bed and stepped into Claire's room.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with a sly look on her face.

I said nothing, but took her hand in mine. She looked at me for a long time before rising. She stood before me in her naked glory before pulling me close and kissing me deeply. I reached down and gently lifted her and carried her back to my room. Back to Jonas. I lay her on the bed next to him, and again took protection from the bowl, but she took it from me and put it back.

"I want you to cum inside me," she whispered. "Only you."

I was so excited I almost lost it. Gathering my wits, I took Claire's thighs in my arms and guided her legs open. No words were spoken, no interference from Jonas as I took her there next to him, our bodies pressed against his. My smooth, perfectly shaped cock quickly found her ultimate limit and we rocked together slowly, our pubic bones pressed to each other. Her arms reached around my back and down my buttocks and she rocked herself to my rhythm. Jonas stirred and rose, but I pulled him down with one arm. He rolled from me, and I grabbed for him and he fell back and Claire and I fell on him, still locked in deep penetration. He lifted Claire so that she was on top of him, her back to his chest, and he began to kiss and suck her earlobe and neck and meanwhile his hands were on my ass, pulling me into Claire, faster and harder than I had ever done. My balls ached as they slapped into her, faster and faster until I couldn't take it and I blew my hot load deep within her, filling her pussy with my hot sticky load. She rose slightly and reached for the bowl and handed another to me.

"Put this on Jonas," she whispered. I reached down, still staying inside of her, and began to stroke the man back to life. He hardened quickly for me, and when I finally rolled the sheath over him and pulled myself out, my own spunk flooded from her and over his shaft. He thrust forwards and I guided him to her, and into her. She pulled me down and kissed me, holding my young body close to hers as she slowly took Jonas's huge tool into her pussy, her back to his chest. I felt my cock harden again and pressed my base down against her clit so that Jonas' shaft slid against mine with each delicious, lovely, evil thrust. His huge, hot balls bounced against mine with every thrust into Claire. Her body was hot beneath me, her breasts full and firm, nipples swollen. I pulled her breast to my face as Jonas started thrusting faster. All three of us rocked together in time. The two of them felt so fucking wonderful, and after a few minutes I couldn't stand it. I pulled back and went down on Claire while Jonas thrust into her, tasting the bitter latex mixed with my own jizz, her swollen vulva under my gentle tongue. I made sure Jonas felt my tongue on his cock, and I alternated between blowing him and going down on her until I knew he was about to lose it again when Jonas throbbed and once more gushed out his hot load inside of Claire. I pulled him out and quickly stripped off the sheath so that his hot creamy seed shot into the air and splashed all over Claire and my chests, and then, sliding him to the side, I entered her while Jonas continued to cum on us, his cock trapped between my body and Claire's. She moaned loudly and Jonas reached behind me, grabbing my buttocks and thrusting me into Claire as I throbbed deep inside her. His cock continued to spurt, and I could feel his cum dripping down my balls and cock, which rubbed against him with every thrust. I laid her back down on him, took her legs in my arms, and, sliding my arm under her buttocks, lifted her from Jonas.

"Ohhh, Tony!" she squealed as I pressed her against the wall and fucked her hard, so hard that the pictures on the wall banged and shuddered. I was mad, mad at her and at that woman, and Jonas, but I needed her then. Needed her pinned on my cock. She wrapped her legs around my waist as Jonas rose behind me, naked and glistening, his chest smeared with semen and sweat, my cock coated with Claire's white cream. Our eyes locked, and I motioned Jonas down onto the couch in front of us, and then I laid Claire down over the bolster, her face nestled into his lap. Spreading her thighs once more, I entered her from behind, with Jonas's slick wet dick sliding across her face.

"Fuck Tony, you fuck like a stud!" he exclaimed, stroking Claire's hair gently. She took his big member into her mouth, teasing him at first, and I watched as he began to harden again. Claire began to grind against the cool leather bolster of the couch.

"I can't believe you're doing this," she whispered, as I leaned forwards, pausing for a moment so that I could also take Jonas's cock into my mouth. We alternated between kissing and sucking his cock, each of us trying to out do the other in getting him aroused.

"I'm so close, you guys," he whimpered.

"Cum for us," I demanded. "Give us your fucking cum. Now!" And with that, Jonas grunted and cried out and spunked all over Claire and me, setting the two of us off, and we both came together.

END OF PART 5