Our Loophole Virgins Ch. 03

Our Loophole Virgins Ch03

INTRODUCTION

This is chapter 3 of this series. I thought it was gonna stop at three chapters, but I got like nine thousand words deep in this chapter and realized that the road trip was going to take at least two chapters, so there will be a Chapter 4 (and maybe more). This chapter wound up being close to 20k words.

Chapter 1 is here.

Chapter 2 is here.

If you're already along for the ride, you can skip down to the CHAPTER 3 heading, below.

If you're new to this series, I'd consider going back and starting at Chapter 1. You don't HAVE to (I mean, you be you) but you might enjoy it even more if you know the characters a little. If you don't wanna (or if it has been a while since you read Chapters 1 and 2 and you need a refresher) I've also got a summary below.

THANK YOU

I'm humbled by the positive responses and ratings I've received so far. I'm still pretty new as an author here, with this being just my fifth story posted to Literotica. I've been a reader of this site for several years, and to contribute back is part of my goal in writing.

I'll always do my best to respond to comments, and if I can follow along with some suggestions, I'll do that. Someone else wanted a longer lasting anal? Ok, done. Someone asked for a group scene? Yep. Some action with just Aali and Kelli? Yep. Rimming? For sure! I can't promise I'll honor every request but I'm happy to hear your ideas.

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DRAMATIS PERSONAE (that's Latin for, basically, "who's in this story")

Noah: The protagonist and POV character, Noah is a collegiate rower originally from rural Middle America. A self-declared hick, Noah is lanky, muscular, brown-haired, and stands 6'3". Picture a fairly generic, clean-cut, all-American college rower. Yep, that's almost exactly what he looks like! He's a third-year undergraduate engineering student and is interested in a variety of somewhat nerdy hobbies and topics. He's shy and self-conscious, but has been coming into his own with help from Kelly and the others.

Kelly: Noah's best friend, roommate, and teammate on the rowing team. He's in his third year of studies in marketing at the university. A red-haired and handsome 6'4" Canadian with Scots-Irish roots, Kelly is more muscular and much more worldly than Noah. He hails from the metropolis of Toronto, up in the Great White North. Described as a sort of 'ginger Jason Momoa', Kelly is charismatic, sociable, and damned good looking. He is a particular aficionado of the Canadian band ‌'The Tragically Hip'.

Aaliyah: Noah's girlfriend and fellow engineering student. A short, curvy, intelligent, and passionate young Lebanese woman. Picture a sort of Middle-Eastern Salma Hayek with almond-shaped amber eyes and a slightly upturned nose. She has an arranged marriage commitment to a man back in her home country. Because of this arranged marriage, she is preserving her technical, vaginal virginity for that man. The consequence of this is that she does not permit Noah to penetrate her pussy. She has, however, made her other holes available to him. Sensual, intelligent, and self-assured, Aaliyah has been dating Noah for several months.

Kelli: Kelly's girlfriend, a varsity volleyball player from Utah. 6'2", tanned, blonde, and athletic. Imagine a Sophie Cunningham type, with some more muscle mass and larger, pear-shaped breasts. She's an English major and a self-described 'postmodern libertine'. She acts as the instigator of many of the sexual hijinks the four friends engage in. Her liberal interpretation of Mormon sexual guidelines leaves her preserving her own 'technical virginity', but she has opened up her rear hole through the so-called 'loophole'.

THE STORY SO FAR...

After two years of distant admiration, Noah rescued a friend of Aaliyah's who was being assaulted. These heroics led to Noah and Aaliyah getting together in the fall semester of their third year in college. They enjoyed their relationship for a while, but Aaliyah restricted their sexual activities to frequent (but amazing) oral and manual sex. After Noah complained to Kelly about the limits on his sex life, Kelly and Kelli orchestrated a cottage weekend. Aaliyah 'discovered' the Kellies having anal sex, which led to Noah and Aaliyah exploring that aspect of their sexuality.

In the months since that weekend, Noah and Aaliyah made anal a regular part of their sex life. Kelli also escalated her flirting and teasing with Noah during this time, and eventually leading to oral sex with Noah (who was into it and had been dreaming about Kelli). The teasing led to an epic anal session one morning. With this barrier broken, Kelli hatched a plot to have another sex-filled weekend with Kelly, Noah, and Aaliyah. Road trip!

To prepare for the weekend and some group sex, Kelli took Kelly and Noah to a secluded forest clearing, where the fellas spit-roasted Kelli, and all three of them had a great time. Noah had some doubts after that, but Kelly had a heart-to-heart with him, and Noah got his head right.

As chapter 3 starts, our heroes (and heroines) are getting ready for their road trip to Galveston in a borrowed Jeep Wrangler.

All caught up? Good. Let's get on with the story.

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CHAPTER 3

I got a text from Aaliyah saying she was over at Kelli's place, and that there were 'important road trip preparations' going on. The girls wanted us to come by in ‌half an hour.

Kelly and I hopped into the red Jeep Wrangler we'd borrowed and motored across town to Kelli's place.

The Friday afternoon sun was shining and the early April air was warm, so we had lowered the gray soft top on the Jeep. I marvelled again at the condition of this Jeep that was older than me. Not a speck of rust, the upholstery was in great shape, and the engine turned over easily and purred like a kitten.

I had on jeans and a waffle-weave Henley shirt over a t-shirt, so I figured I would be fine even with a little breeze. As a hot-blooded Canadian, Kelly showed his utter contempt for anything other than subzero temperatures; he sported a pair of comfy gray fleece shorts, flip-flops, and a faded red t-shirt. The shirt bore an ornate crest screen-printed in white on the front along with the text 'Royal Canadian Mounted Police; Deputy Beaver Inspector' in an official-looking font.

Kelly had me stop along the way to pick up a little device for the car stereo from one of his classmates. The gizmo plugged into your smartphone and set it up to broadcast a weak radio signal. You tuned your car stereo to the right unused radio frequency, and whatever your phone broadcast would come through over the speakers. Apparently, this was how people listened to music in cars in the Dark Ages before Bluetooth or AUX jacks.

The Jeep had speakers in the dash, in the doors, and in a padded panel attached to the roll bar, so the sound was pretty good. Predictably, Kelly cranked up some Tragically Hip tunes for the drive across town through some glorious April sunshine. The singer warbled mournfully about some guy, who was 38 years old but had never kissed a girl.

Canadians. Their love for this band is something I've never really understood. I mean, they're a solid enough group of musicians, but there are bar bands back home that sound just about as good. Maybe you gotta have a certain threshold of maple syrup in your bloodstream or something to really appreciate these guys.

Kelly sang along, and after a while, I did too. Hell, he played this stuff all the time, so I knew all the words.

"I think this is my first time going over to Kelli's," I said.

"I'm not sure how she affords it, but she has her own apartment," he said. "No roommates. You know how I was telling you before about how we kept the more adventurous sex stuff in other places? This is where most of that shit went down."

I nodded, imagining all kinds of off-the-chain hijinks and an apartment that looked like some sort of sex dungeon.

We arrived at Kelli's four-storey brown brick apartment building and took the elevator up to her floor. Kelly knocked once and then opened the door.

Kelli's place was a simple, tidy studio with parquet floors and enormous windows that let in a lot of light. Simple, functional student furniture filled the main room. A couple of battered leather couches, a low table. A desk. Some bookcases filled with English textbooks and romance novels. Lots of IKEA and thrift-store stuff. Two things stood out: there was no TV to be found, and a massive art print hung on one wall. The print was all reds and oranges and pinks with flowing shapes and curves. It was supposed to be a flower, I think, but it looked like a four-foot tall closeup of a pussy to me.

Kelli and Aali sat together on a couch, talking intently. Their gorgeous faces both lit up when we came in.

Kelli was still wearing the pleated white tennis skirt and oversized New Zealand rugby jersey she'd had on earlier in the day. The skirt had a faint smudge on one side, from where she'd dropped it on the ground in the forest just before Kelly and I had spit-roasted her behind the Jeep.

Aaliyah looked like she'd come over straight after her tutorial. She wore one of the demure outfits she favoured for our classes: a pair of camel-colored dress pants and an off-the-shoulder cream colored sweater, cropped to show off her midriff. I'd seen those pants before, and they showed off her curvy ass to great effect. I'd spent many hours staring at the back of those pants instead of paying attention in class.

Our girlfriends rushed up and planted enthusiastic kisses on our faces by the door.

My hands circled Aali's waist, and I grabbed her ass, relishing the feel of touching her in that sleek outfit I'd seen in class many times before we'd hooked up. If you'd told me a year ago that I'd be regularly filling this gorgeous woman's ass with cock, I'd have asked you what drugs you were taking.

As if on cue, the girls ended their kisses with Kelly and me and then traded places. Aaliyah stood on tiptoe to give Kelly a kiss that was every bit as passionate as the one she'd given me. I had little bandwidth to pay attention though, because Kelli busied herself sticking her tongue down my throat and groping greedily at the front of my jeans.

Kelli bit my earlobe gently before licking it a few times. "Your cum is still in my ass, Noah. It's been trickling into my panties since this morning," she whispered, her breath hot on my neck.

I'd already been at half-mast from the kissing. Her naughty revelation had me diamond-hard.

Kelli's mouth found mine again for some more passionate kisses. She came up for air after a minute or two. "Aaliyah and I think it's important for both of you to get used to thinking about both of us for the weekend," she said. "I hope that's okay with you two."

I stammered something positive, struggling to cogitate with so much blood flowing to places other than my brain.

Kelly had the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen on his face. He looked down at Aaliyah's oversized sunglasses and said, "That's more than fine with me."

Aaliyah giggled and hugged Kelly tightly again. When their embrace broke, an impressive tenting filled the front of Kelly's gray fleece shorts from where he'd been pressing against her softly rounded belly. Aaliyah made a show of licking her lips as she gave the tented area a good long stare. The girls laughed.

"We have an important task to complete before our road trip," said Kelli, as she turned and locked the deadbolt of her door with a firm click.

"It's really more of a race than a task," said Aaliyah, sweeping her hair back and slipping a hair elastic around her glossy dark locks.

In moments, Aaliyah was kneeling in front of Kelly. Kelli got on her knees in front of me, scrabbling at the button fly of my jeans.

"First one to make their guy cum gets their choice of bedrooms at the place in Galveston," declared Kelli, as she yanked my jeans and briefs down. Aaliyah already had Kelly's shorts down and was gobbling his rapidly stiffening tool. Kelli, meanwhile, spat on one of her palms and started working both hands along my stiff shaft until it glistened.

It's funny. I'd already been inside Kelli, multiple times. I knew Kelly was cool with it. I'd felt somewhat guilty about not telling Aaliyah, but she had been in cahoots with Kelli almost from the start. I watched her attack Kelly's cock with reckless abandon, and the last shreds of my doubt and guilt faded away.

Aaliyah had sucked Kelly to full hardness, and she had one hand gripping the root of him as her mouth bobbed up and down on the end. She alternated sucking with enthusiastic licking and slurping around his frenulum.

He was clearly into it, his dick standing out thick and heavily veined below his muscled lower abs. Kelly groaned and grabbed a handful of Aaliyah's hair, twisting and pulling it slightly as her head shifted back and forth. He clearly wanted more sucking and less licking, but she continued to tease him a little.

Seeing another man's dick stretching my girlfriend's lips open wasn't something I'd expected to find erotic, but I did. Maybe it was because we'd been doing so much planning and talking about this. Maybe it was because it was my best friend. But seeing her stretched wide around him and hearing her moan with desire as she did it was better than any porn I'd watched, or fantasy I'd had.

It was scorchingly hot.

Not to be outdone, Kelli was busy cramming me into her mouth. She quickly took my entire length deep into her, pushing past her tonsils and filling her throat. Always ready to ensure her own pleasure, Kelli had slipped one hand down under her tennis skirt to stroke her pussy. Her left hand came up between my legs to grab at my butt from underneath, and pulled my hips forward into her face.

Loud slurping sounds echoed in the room, as Aaliyah finally allowed Kelly's cock to penetrate her more deeply. He clenched both hands in her dark hair, guiding her head back and forth. He bucked his hips a little as he gently fucked her face.

Aaliyah's hands pawed at her sweater, pulling the fuzzy top and her strapless bra up to reveal her glorious tawny breasts. Thick brown nipples stood out stiffly from her jiggling tits as she gobbled Kelly. Aaliyah grasped those nipples between thumbs and forefingers, pinching them and rolling them.

Kelli paused from her own sucking and looked up at me. She moved her hands to my groin, one hand gripping my sack and stretching my flesh until I gasped. My dickskin pulled tight as she did this, and Kelli jacked me with her other hand, playing with the copious drool that she'd left on me.

Gooey strings of saliva and pre-cum trailed from my fuckstick back into her mouth, and Kelli noisily slurped them up before spitting them back onto me. The wet sound of it was so filthy and nasty that I swelled to what felt like a new length and girth. Her tugging on my ballsack drew the skin painfully tight over my swollen member.

As she pumped her hand up and down, Kelli looked up at my face.

"Noah, I don't think I've ever seen you this hard," she said. "You must enjoy seeing your girlfriend's mouth full of Kelly's cock."

I just groaned. I could barely stand.

"I know Kelly loves watching me suck you, don't you, babe?" Kelli said.

Kelly looked over and grinned hugely, "Fuck yeah! Your slutty little holes were made to be filled with cock."

I felt her engulf me again, alternating deep sucking with teasing moments where her tongue swirled under and around my glans. Her hands continued tugging my balls and jacking at my spit-slicked shaft. The tightness of the skin helped translate every lick and brush of her lips into an electric current of pleasure that ran through my dick and all the way up my spine.

Kelly continued staring at his girlfriend, as she wantonly wanked me into her mouth. I noticed Aaliyah had paused in her own sucking to watch. She kept licking and kissing Kelly's swollen cockhead, but her eyes were glued to Kelli and me. Her hands kept busy playing with her nipples and I saw her hips twitch with the throes of an orgasm.

It had been hot watching Aaliyah giving Kelly a blowjob. With the both of them staring at me as Kelli consumed my prick, it was a different but equally stimulating feeling. Not just the exhibitionism of having someone look at me, but the knowing that both of them were so turned on what they were watching.

Kelli's mouth popped off of me, and she noisily slurped up another sloppy mouthful of drool and pre-cum before she spat it back onto my knob.

"Time to get serious. I want that king-size bed in Galveston," she said. Kelli reached behind her and her fingers slipped under the back of her tennis skirt. She stiffened for a moment and then moaned, clearly from the pleasure of pushing those fingers into her horny little butthole.

After a few moments, she brought that hand out and showed it to me. Sticky streamers of cum and lube glistened on her tanned digits. She smeared the gooey mess around between fingers and thumb before cramming those fingers back up her ass. The way Kelli took what she wanted and did what she liked, so shamelessly and easily, both aroused and inspired me. Her other hand continued to tug and stretch my sack, and she started jamming me all the way down into her throat again.

Not to be outdone, Aaliyah did her own version of the slurp-and-spit, but surprised me by hawking a mouthful into one palm and then coating her fingers. Then she pushed her hand up between Kelly's cheeks. She'd never put her fingers in my ass before, but here she was, trying it with Kelly in the middle of this contest. Kelly obliged her by straddling his legs wider apart. He wasn't being gentle anymore, either; he grabbed handfuls of her hair and started to throatfuck her in earnest.

Wet gagging sounds echoed in the apartment, as the girls sucked our dicks, all the while pleasuring themselves.

Aaliyah had started vigorously fingerfucking Kelly with one hand as the other pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts. Kelli continued fingering her own cum-filled arse and kept her other hand tight around my balls, rhythmically squeezing my nuts in a way that almost hurt. It rapidly had me moving toward the point of no return.

Kelli moaned, and I felt the vibrations of it through my whole pelvis. Finally, she thrust forward and jammed my cock as far into her as it had ever been. Her fingers in her ass did their own thrusting, and she convulsed in the throes of a powerful orgasm. I could feel her pulsing around me as she gagged over and over, lost and helpless in the waves of pleasure.

Beside us, Aaliyah made similar noises as she desperately choked down every inch of my best friend's prick. She was having orgasms of her own as he relentlessly pummeled her tonsils.

It was too much.

"Oooooohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuck," I gasped.

I clasped the back of Kelli's head with one hand and held her tight against me. I started blasting glorious jets of hot jizz down her throat. Molten rivers of pleasure coursed through my body. I scrunched my eyes shut and threw my head back as fireworks exploded through my brain. I felt like I was firehosing rainbows out the end of my dick. I damned near fell over.

Just as I was returning to reality and opening my eyes, Kelly came. He stood on his tiptoes as Aaliyah's lips stretched wide to accommodate that veiny beast. He pushed his hips forward into her face, and I could see him trembling with the power of his orgasm.

Aali struggled valiantly to swallow his mighty load, but some of the throatpie leaked out the sides of her mouth. She sputtered, and some of it came out of her nose as well, but she gamely continued gulping and doing her best to take it in.

Kelli sat back on her haunches, releasing me. She'd managed to swallow every drop of the massive load I'd given her. She was panting and drawing huge, shuddering breaths. Then she turned to watch the last throes of Kelly cumming. Her fingers kept working into her ass and she had another orgasm, twitching and shivering on her knees.

Aaliyah finished the blowjob and fell to her hands and knees. She coughed wetly, her own breathing ragged and uneven. Within a few moments she seemed to rally and pushed back to sit on her heels, mirroring Kelli's position.

Aaliyah's makeup was smudged. Her heavy, wobbling tits were glowing with sweat, and her nipples crinkled thick and erect with desire. She stared at my still-hard prick for long moments as it wobbled up and down with my pulse. Then, she met my gaze with a smoldering look that threatened to curl my toes and make me spunk again right there.

Disheveled, panting, and a little wild-eyed, with dribbles of semen coming out of her nose and tracking from the corners of her mouth, Aaliyah looked more sexy to me than she'd ever looked before. It seemed like something new had uncorked inside her.

And the weekend had hardly even started.

"I win," said Kelli, smiling victoriously.

"I think we all won," said Kelly.

"Yeah, but I get the big room," said Kelli.

Kelli crawled over to Aaliyah and used a finger to scoop up the creamy dribbles from the shorter girl's chin, licking her finger clean before giving Aaliyah a lingering kiss. The two kneeling girls let their tongues explore each other's mouths, mingling the spit and cum together in a wet, sloppy mess.

I was softening a little, but I felt my dick twitch in interest as these two sexy women kissed, their faces sticky with sweat and spunk. At last they broke the kiss, and Kelli pulled Aaliyah forward to kiss the smaller girl's forehead.

"You did great, darlin'. More than great. That crazy Canadian boy has a big ol' piece of meat, and I know his loads are a lot to swallow. I swear he eats extra celery on purpose."

"That's a myth," said Kelly. "It's all clean living and good hydration. Of course, it helps to have someone work hard doing the sucking. Aaliyah was fantastic."

Kelli stood and helped Aali stand up as well. She threw a possessive arm around the shorter girl's waist and frowned at us, then made a go away sweeping motion with her other hand.

"You boys can leave now," she said. "We have an early start tomorrow, plus Aali and I have to get on with our sleepover."

"Sleepover?" I asked.

"Sleepover," said Kelli. "Now shoo. We've got girl stuff to do."

I looked at the two of them.

Aali was still breathing rapidly, her thick nipples pointing out proudly from gorgeous dusky breasts that were rising and falling below her rucked-up sweater. Sticky cum decorated her lips and chin.

Kelli's makeup was smudged and her ponytail had come partially loose. I could see a line of juices dribbling down the inside of her thigh, clearly more of my cum leaking out of her ass after the fingerfucking she'd given herself.

"But..." I protested.

"No buts," said Kelli. "Well, at least not yet and not for you. Out!"

She herded us out the door, and we heard the deadbolt click again once we were in the hallway.

I looked at Kelly. "We're in trouble, aren't we?"

"Brother, you don't know the half of it."

***

Early Saturday morning, Kelly and I rolled up in the Jeep and found Kelli and Aaliyah waiting outside Kelli's building, chatting away with their bags on the sidewalk next to them. Aaliyah said something that made Kelli laugh, and the two of them shared a hug as we coasted to a stop. Kelly and I just sat in the Jeep, unabashedly staring at our smokeshow girlfriends.

Kelli had the smooth muscles of her long, tanned legs on display in frayed denim cutoffs. Her shorts were so short, the front pockets dangled below the fringe. I was certain that when she turned around, I'd be able to see the cheeky curve of underbutt teasing us. Timberland boots gave an extra inch of height to her already towering frame. Muscled abs showed below a red-and-black plaid lumberjack shirt that had the shirttails knotted in front. She looked like she was already thinking about the beach, with a neon green bikini top peeking out--the top showed under the loose shirt as it cradled her firm, high breasts. The strings of the bikini bottoms were visible above the denim cutoffs. Kelli's messy blonde ponytail poked out the back of a battered meshback trucker cap bearing the logo of an oil filter company on the front. Shiny silver aviator-style sunglasses hid her eyes, and her lips glistened with pink gloss.

Aaliyah was a vision in light colours that set off her dusky skin. A sleeveless off-the-shoulder knit top in pale yellow gave us a glimpse of her generous cleavage and bared her midriff to reveal her trim waist and adorable belly button. Her wrists sported countless bracelets and bangles. A flowing white skirt sat low on her hips, with a subtle geometric pattern woven in an off-white colour that caught the sun. It looked like the sort of skirt that would perfectly suit the hip-twitching belly dances I'd seen her perform. A patterned scrunchie loosely held her hair back, and she had enormous dark sunglasses worthy of a Kardashian resting on top of her head, making her look like some sort of old-school movie star. Her teeth were dazzlingly white in the sun as she smiled.

Seeing the two of them there, beautiful and together in the sunshine, made me very aware of how much I liked them both and how much I was looking forward to the weekend. I looked at Kelly, and he was looking back at me with what I assumed was a mirror of the slightly dreamy grin on my face.

"Yup. I'm thinking exactly what you're thinking, young Padawan."

"Y'know, I've been meaning to call you on that. You keep saying that. But I'm what, two months younger than you?"

"Younger is younger, you impudent pup. Now mind your elders."

I snorted and slugged Kelly in his beefy shoulder, which he ignored.

Kelly sprang from the Jeep. He ran up to the girls and gave Kelli a resounding smack on the ass. "Enough with the girl hugs. Give daddy some sugar, baby." Pouting for a moment, Kelli turned and flowed into his arms for a thorough kiss.

I shut down the Jeep and stepped on the emergency brake before going up onto the sidewalk to collect a kiss of my own from Aaliyah. Her lips were warm and soft, and my tongue eagerly explored her mouth. She smelled of jasmine and soap. The feel of her in my arms had me at half-mast in moments. She always felt good to hold in my arms, but our aggressive plans for the weekend added a new current of anticipation flowing between us.

"How was the sleep-over," I asked.

Aali's amber eyes flashed, and she looked over at Kelli, then raised her face to me and smiled mysteriously.

"Instructive," she said, before lowering her sunglasses onto her pert nose.

Before I could respond, Kelli removed two small gift-wrapped boxes from her bulky denim handbag with a flourish, and a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"We have prezzies for you boys, don't we, Aaliyah?"

Aaliyah nodded, her face unreadable now behind her huge sunglasses.

Kelly reached for one box, but Kelli snatched them both away.

"Not yet, greedy boy!" said Kelli. "You'll get these down the road. If you behave yourselves."

Kelly grumbled into his beard.

Kelli dropped the boxes back into her handbag and clambered over the tailgate to sit in the back seat of the Jeep. "Let's get this fucking show on the road," she said.

I helped Aaliyah more sedately climb past the passenger seat and into the back next to Kelli. The back seat was only about three feet wide, so it was going to be quite cozy for the two of them. Looking at my girlfriend's mouth, I was keenly aware not just of how pouty and beautiful her lips were, but I also couldn't help but picture them wrapped around Kelly's thick dong. I wondered if I'd always have that in the back of my mind after this weekend. Sharing a woman was new to me. I'd have to ask Kelly about it later.

With the girls safely belted in, we boys loaded their bags next to ours in the narrow channel behind the back seat, then we settled into our own gray leather bucket seats, and I started the Jeep.

The rising sun looked glorious and graced us with more unseasonably warm weather; music was playing on the stereo, and a sort of electric current hung in the air between us all with the certain knowledge of imminent sexual escapades. Our road trip had begun.

Before long, predictably, Kelli's phone replaced Kelly's for the music.

I had been dreading an overdose of Taylor Swift and Beyonce, but Kelli surprised me by cueing up a playlist of classic rock and pop. It was mostly stuff our parents would've listened to, from the 70s and 80s. The playlist was actually kind of perfect for a road trip. Everyone knew the words to many of the songs, and we cruised along in the sunshine, singing, laughing, and talking.

We blasted along two-lane highways, guided along a curated route by the GPS on Kelli's phone. Knobby wheels humming on worn asphalt, the Jeep passed by ranches and scrubby, forested areas and the occasional oilfield with pump jacks endlessly nodding up and down. Newly planted fields boasted neat rows of sprouting sorghum and other crops, green against the brown earth. The ripe scents of manure, freshly turned earth, and recent growth permeated the air, adding a sense of vibrance and promise.

After about two hours, Kelli demanded a stop, so we pulled into a moderately busy rest area. Around us were business people in rented sedans, families with vans and RVs, good ol' boys with dented pickup trucks, and an assortment of other travelers enjoying the early warm weather. It seemed like a lot of other folks were doing road trips this weekend.

Kelli vaulted out of the back seat using the roll bars, then yawned and stretched. Her lithe movements drew covert glances from every red-blooded male (and more than one woman, I noticed) in the parking lot. Clearly relishing the audience, she extended the stretch until the bottom part of her skimpy green string bikini top was visible beneath her tied-up shirt. Her knowing, vulpine grin made more than one cock twitch in the parking lot.

After basking in the glow of horny strangers' attention, Kelli grabbed her bag and helped Aaliyah climb out over the tailgate of the Jeep. The two of them beelined for the large family-use washroom at one end of a long cinderblock building, holding hands and whispering. Nearly every eye in the parking lot tracked the two gorgeous women as they walked together.

Aaliyah surprised me, my normally demure girlfriend seeming to take a cue from Kelli's wantonness. She walked with a pronounced swagger, swaying her hips far more than necessary. Her lush buttocks twitched beneath her flowing skirt, making it dance back and forth, occasionally clinging to reveal the outline of one round cheek. I guess it shouldn't have been surprising, with the way she'd attacked Kelly earlier, but I was still adjusting my thinking about her.

I looked over at Kelly. He sprawled lazily in his seat, though he'd clearly turned to watch the girls, just like everyone else.

"Surprise time?" I asked.

He nodded. "Likely."

"Do you know what it is?"

"A surprise."

I scowled at Kelly's laconic, accurate-but-useless response.

"Factually correct information, but it doesn't help me at all. Are you sure you don't belong in engineering, instead of marketing?"

"Nah. Though I was thinking of maybe switching to psychology. The number of psych chicks who take that major to figure out their own problems is absurd. Eventually Kelli will get bored with me or find her Mormon Mr. Right. I need to keep my eyes open for women with low morals and a sense of adventure, you know? Engineering girls tend to be boring and conservative. You already snagged the one unicorn at our school."

While we waited for the girls to return, we got out of the Jeep and both of us did some stretching of our own. I drank a bottle of water. If you're planning a weekend of sexual escapades, you should definitely hydrate.

Kelly reclined on the front bumper of the Jeep and yawned like a big lion resting on the savannah. He stretched his long legs out onto the sidewalk and scratched at his belly, while he watched people milling about at the rest stop.

A tanned, buxom, middle-aged woman with sun-bleached brunette hair was towing a couple of kids along the sidewalk. She wore a flowing yellow sundress that showed off her trim figure. I imagined her as a former trophy wife who was now a part-time fitness influencer for soccer moms. She was hot, she knew it, and she was managing it all while being a mother and a wife.

Kelly pulled his long legs back to give her room as he tipped an imaginary hat.

"Ma'am," he said, with a broad and boyish grin.

The woman's cheeks heated, and a smile bloomed on her face as she glanced at Kelly. She didn't break stride, but her hips definitely swayed more than on her approach. Not quite the exaggerated catwalk-swing that Kelli and Aaliyah had used, but not too far from it, either.

I snorted. My voice pitched low, I said, "Jesus, Kel. You're irrepressible."

Kelly just grinned and shrugged, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "That shit was hours ago, dude. Plus, when you're blessed with this kind of raw sexual magnetism, you just can't turn it off."

I watched the retreating MILF's backside swish back and forth. I found myself fantasizing about bending her over the hood of the Jeep and fucking her ass.

Jeez, am I getting oversexed? I feel like I'm getting a case of porn-brain, imagining every scenario as a prelude to sex.

"Kelly, would you go for her? I mean, if we weren't on the way to a weekend of debauchery already?"

"Sure. Why not? The MILF thing is real. I don't mind a woman who has a little life experience. And what's the old saying? All cats are gray in the dark? I mean, I won't break up a marriage. But a thirty- or forty- or maybe even fifty-something woman who's fresh off a divorce and looking for some fun? I'm all in. In fact, there was this one Quebecois woman I met in Montreal who..."

Kelly's voice trailed off as the girls emerged from the bathroom.

Kelli's mouth curved into a wicked smile, and Aaliyah looked a little flustered. It was hard to tell with those big sunglasses, but I was pretty sure that Aaliyah was blushing, turning her dusky skin an even darker hue. She was taking smaller, hesitant steps as she followed Kelli out of the bathroom, and her posture was more timid than the swaying vixen that she'd embodied before.

Kelli pocketed her mirrored aviators and glanced around the parking lot, taking in the hungry looks the two of them were continuing to get from other folks. She waved at Kelly and I by the Jeep, and her smile got even wider. Kelli pulled Aaliyah into her arms and planted a fiercely passionate kiss on the shorter woman's lips. Aaliyah stiffened at first, then seemed to melt into the embrace.

As this kiss went on, Kelli's hands were on Aaliyah's waist, pulling her close, one thigh pushing forward against the front of the shorter woman's skirt and pressing between her legs. Aaliyah returned the embrace with interest, and she surprised me by dropping her own hands from Kelli's waist to cup the taller woman's ass, grabbing handfuls of the underbutt peeking out of Kelli's jean shorts. Aaliyah pulled Kelli right against her and was grinding herself a little against the taller woman's thigh.

Around us, mothers covered the eyes of young kids. More than one wife or girlfriend had to get their man's attention with a sharp poke in the ribs or a kick to the shin. Unaccompanied men just stared with unabashed interest.

It was a hot goddam kiss.

When it finally ended, the two women spent a long moment staring into each other's eyes. Aaliyah's glasses had slipped down her nose, and she stared over the top of them up at Kelli.

This was more raw sexual tension than I'd ever expected to see on a Saturday morning at a Texas rest stop. Hell, this was prom-night, wedding-night, the-meteor-is-coming-so-let's-die-while-fucking levels of sexual tension.

The girls held hands as they walked over to the Jeep. Just about everyone else at the damn rest stop either watched them, or pretended not to watch.

Kelli slugged Kelly on the arm. "Stand up, handsome! We have presents for you and Noah."

Kelly gathered his legs under him and stood beside me, his trademark devilish grin creasing his handsome face.

"Are we supposed to close our eyes and hold out our hands?" he asked.

"Nah," said Kelli. "Later, maybe." Rummaging in her bag, she withdrew the small gift-wrapped boxes we'd seen earlier and gave one bearing a red ribbon to Aaliyah. She kept one with a yellow ribbon for herself.

In another unexpected twist, Aaliyah handed her box to Kelly, and Kelli handed hers to me. Kelly and I looked at each other, confused, and then tore off the wrapping paper like a couple of kids at Christmas.

Inside the plain white boxes were identical black plastic remote controls, each a little more than an inch wide and maybe three and a half inches long. Each remote had a little round button with a power icon and three rocker-style buttons with a plus and minus sign on each. The only distinguishing features were little round stickers on the backs; mine was yellow and Kelly's was red.

Kelly flashed me an arched 'People's Eyebrow' worthy of The Rock himself, and then immediately mashed some buttons on his remote.

Aaliyah squeaked and staggered.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," chided Kelli. She snatched the remote from Kelly and pressed the power button. Aaliyah visibly relaxed.

The girls had had an audience before, and our little tableau was continuing to draw even more attention from around the parking lot. Kelli grabbed my remote as well, and growled at us, "You boys are gonna have to earn these back. We can discuss it on the road."

We piled into the Jeep and got back onto the highway, leaving behind dozens of whispered conversations and stares.

As the Jeep hummed along the worn asphalt, Kelli leaned forward from the back seat and spoke up over the wind noise, "This is the start of the weekend. There's going to be a lot going on, and we want you boys to be thinking about both of us girls. Because we've been thinking about you both. Haven't we, Aaliyah?"

"Y-yes," said Aaliyah. I could see her face in the rearview mirror. She was definitely and furiously blushing.

"That's why we started with the blowjobs in my apartment, and that's why we're swapping the controllers for these remote control buttplugs that are filling our horny little asses right now. Tell them what else we've been doing, Ali," said Kelli.

Aaliyah's blush grew even deeper.

"Tell them."

Even having to half-shout to be heard, Aaliyah's voice was unmistakably thick with lust. "Practicing. And stretching."

"That's right," Kelli continued, "practicing and stretching. I've filled Aaliyah in on what's been going on with Noah and me. In fact, I got her blessing before that morning I let Noah put it in my ass."

I fought to keep my attention on the road, instead of turning around to look at the girls. I felt a sudden rush of guilt about not coming completely clean sooner with Aaliyah, but she'd been in on it with Kelli the whole time. Every time I thought I knew what was going on, these two were one step ahead of me.

"She knows how much I enjoy both of your cocks. She knows I've had you in my mouth and in my ass. Then I told her I want both of you in my ass... at the same time."

It wasn't exactly silent in the Jeep, but we heard nothing but the rushing wind and the thrumming of radials on the pavement for some long moments.

I also hadn't been expecting this. Double anal. I mean, I'd already come to grips with the idea of group sex, and I'd proven I could handle it in the tryst with the Kellies in the forest.

This was a new idea and pushed my boundaries even further. Not just fucking the girls with Kelly, near each other. But touching him. Our dicks sliding back and forth against each other. Both of us inside one hole at the same time.

I felt doubts nibble away at my comfort with the whole idea of the weekend. Was I ready for this? Was it too much?

"I want to try it, too," said Aaliyah. Her voice was less shy, more confident as she said it. Like she owned it.

Holy fucking shit.

"So," continued Kelli, "We've been reaming each other silly with buttplugs and dildos for weeks now, getting our asses ready for this."

"Some of them were so big," said Aaliyah. "It hurt a little at first, but Kelli is an excellent lover."

My mind filled with images of these two sexy girls touching each other, making out, and working larger and larger dildos into each other. It was almost more than I could bear, and my cock strained against the fabric of my jeans. The vibration of the Jeep on the rough road was not helping things, either. It was like the entire vehicle was a sort of platform vibrator. It's a wonder I didn't drive the Jeep right off the fucking road and into a cornfield.

But I was finding myself a lot less worried about my dick rubbing against Kelly's and a lot more interested in just how off the rails this weekend was going to get.

Kelly nodded thoughtfully, stroking his beard. "I like it! I'd thought you'd been feeling... even more accommodating back there. Makes sense. I'm down for that. What do you think, Noah?"

"I think we could give it a shot," I said. "I mean, while we're at it, we might as well have all the fun we can, right?"

"That's the spirit," said Kelli.

"Kelli has also been teaching me to... eat her," said Aaliyah.

The images filling my imagination got even hotter as I processed this new information. I imagined pushing deep inside Aaliyah from behind while she buried her face in Kelli's pussy. I imagined her licking Kelli's clit while Kelly pumped in and out of Kelli's ass just inches away.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, and tried to focus on driving.

"Yep. And she's magnificent. Aaliyah, if you ever decide to give up on men, you could make some lucky woman very happy."

Kelli stopped talking, and when I looked in the rearview mirror, she was making out with Aaliyah. Kelli was cupping the back of Aaliyah's head with one hand, and Aaliyah had slipped one of her hands up under the tied-off hem of Kelli's shirt to fondle her breasts. My formerly shy Lebanese girlfriend was becoming almost as shameless a sexpot as Kelli. I wondered what else had changed that I hadn't noticed.

The sharp noise of rumble strips under the tires let me know I was definitely being a distracted driver. I eased the Jeep back into the middle of the lane, my own cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Kelly chuckled beside me, shaking his head.

Eventually, Kelli took a break from exploring Aaliyah's tonsils with her tongue. She continued explaining things, "So, Aaliyah's controller goes to Kelly and mine goes to Noah. You'll both be taking care of both of our asses all weekend, but we want you thinking about the other girl to start with."

Aaliyah leaned over and whispered something in Kelli's ear.

"That's a good point," said Kelli. "You naughty, grabby boys will have to earn the controllers back. Aaliyah thinks you should earn them back with your tongues. We can take care of that when we get to the rental.

Kelli passed her phone up to Kelly. "Here, Mr. Grabby. You can navigate for Noah. In the meantime, we're going to amuse ourselves back here."

Kelli pulled the remotes out of her bag and passed one to Aaliyah. The two of them started making out again, languorously, pausing every so often to push a button on one of the remotes. Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, stroking, squeezing, caressing.

It was incredibly frustrating and more than a little distracting. We almost missed a turn onto one highway because Kelly was too busy watching the girls in the makeup mirror on his visor, and not paying close enough attention to the GPS on Kelli's phone.

The girls were totally into it, seemingly oblivious to the outside world as they kissed and touched one another while the plugs stimulated them from inside. Occasionally, one of them would let out a gasp or a squeal that was audible even over the music and the wind noise.

We drove on a four-lane highway for a while, and the girls gave passing drivers quite a show. We were passing an 18-wheeler, and the driver sped up to drive beside us for a bit. The driver honked his air horn and gave us a grinning thumbs-up through the window. The loud horn made Kelli and Aaliyah look up from their make-out session.

Kelli returned the thumbs-up and then pulled up her flannel top and bikini, flashing and jiggling her tits. The pale tan lines outlining her high, firm breasts contrasted with the darker skin around them. After a moment, Aaliyah joined her, pulling down her own knit top and shaking her titties with her hands like a couple of maracas. Both girls whooped and hollered like they were in a Girls Gone Wild video. Kelli blew kisses toward the trucker.

The truck driver honked again, tooting shave-and-a-haircut on his air horn in approval. The girls went back to making out.

I felt like we were in danger of causing an accident, not to mention blocking up traffic behind us.

Eventually, the GPS signalled another turn, so we waved goodbye to the truck and received another long blast from his horn in farewell.

***

We finally got into Galveston after passing through the outskirts of Houston, and the Jeep hummed along over a long causeway onto Galveston Island. Moving onto a four-lane parkway that seemed to run the length of the island, we drove through what looked like a state park, then saw a sign saying we were entering the City of Jamaica Beach.

The townhouse itself was the end unit in a row of six. It was tidy and clean-looking with two stories above a walk-out basement facing the Gulf. Artfully weathered blue siding and white trim contrasted prettily with the scrubby brush and sand of the terrain.

Kelli retrieved a lockbox code from her phone to get the key and unlock the door, then the four of us grabbed our bags and headed inside. The girls oohed and aahed as we explored the place.

It looked like it might have been built in the nineties, and updated a couple of times since then. Simple decor with neutral colors dominated. Not fancy, but solid and timeless. Tile and laminate flooring were the standard throughout, with a couple of accent rugs here and there.

The main floor was open-concept. A living room with comfy-looking leather couches and low wooden tables led into a kitchen area with stainless steel appliances, gray granite counters, and a large island with bar stools. The floor-to-ceiling windows facing the Gulf provided a dramatic view for the large dining room table, surrounded by eight high-backed chairs. A balcony outside had another table, this one surrounded by patio chairs. A small powder room nestled under the stairs to the second floor.

Upstairs was a large master bedroom with an ensuite bath and water-view windows, which Kelli immediately claimed as her own, tossing her bag onto the king-size bed. The other two bedrooms weren't much smaller, though they lacked their own bathrooms and had to share a large and well-appointed 5-piece with its own big tub, separate tiled shower, and two sinks. Aaliyah and I claimed one of the smaller bedrooms, leaving our own bags on the bed.

The walkout basement was set up for entertaining, with more couches and a wet bar along one side. A sunken area with tiled floors faced the Gulf, boasting a large infrared sauna and a large tan-colored cylindrical thing that was 6 or 7 feet across and 3 feet tall, with a folding lid on top of it. Floor-to-ceiling sliding doors opened onto the sandy yard, and we slid them open to let the breeze in through the screens.

Opening the folding top, I discovered the cylinder was a hot tub. Rather than the hard acrylic and fiberglass of a typical hot tub, this was some kind of dense foam, with a vinyl sheath on the outside and a dappled blue pool-type liner within. It was solid enough, but it was slightly soft to the touch. There were no molded seats inside, just open space to sit on the bottom and enjoy the water and bubbles. It was more inviting than a regular hot tub, more like a couch that was underwater. The adjacent pump was the size of a rain barrel, and it hummed quietly, circulating the water. A label on the pump proclaimed this to be a Softub 300.

Kelly dipped a hand into the clear water of the hot tub. "I hope the cleaning deposit wasn't too expensive, because I'm definitely fucking someone in this hot tub," he said.

"Don't you worry," said Kelli. "This isn't just a regular vacation rental. I know the owner. Cleanup isn't going to be an issue, and there are more surprises in store."

"More surprises?" I asked.

"Later," said Kelli. "That reminds me, you naughty boys still have to earn back your first surprise. Up to the big bedroom now. March!"

We made our way up to the second floor again, Kelly and I leading, with the girls following and whispering conspiratorially.

"You naughty boys sit on the side of the bed for now, and we'll explain this surprise to you," said Kelli.

We sat down, and the girls stood in front of us. Kelli's long legs immediately drew my attention in her redneck-inspired Daisy Duke shorts outfit, and Aaliyah's adorable belly button was irresistible looking, framed by her flowing skirt and knit top. For the umpteenth time that day, I appreciated how sexy and delicious these two women looked. Both were so differently shaped, but equally desirable. Kelly sat motionless next to me, also taking it all in.

"Aali, would you be kind enough to take off your skirt," asked Kelli, "so that we can give the boys a little demonstration?"

Aaliyah turned around and slipped the waistband of her skirt down. The flowing white fabric dropped to the floor and pooled around her bare feet. Her underwear rode low on her hips, a lacy off-white Victoria's Secret thong with a broad band around the waist and a narrower strip of fabric that disappeared between her lush cheeks. We were close enough that I could see the fine lines of stretch marks webbing across her buttocks, branching rivulets of paler skin that were scattered across her darker natural skin tone. I knew the feel of those marks under my fingers from the many times my hands had caressed her.

Aaliyah said she'd gotten hips and breasts suddenly one year, and she was a little self-conscious about the stretch marks the growth spurt had generated. I'd told her I thought they added to her beauty. She turned away and slid the panties slowly down her legs, making a show of it and bending from the waist. Kelly and I sat transfixed, our eyes glued to this sexy Lebanese hottie, as she showed us more of her body.

As she bent over, her cheeks parted and revealed the pale, peach-colored base of the anal plug she had inserted. Clearly intended to be skin tone, it was lighter than Aaliyah's dusky hue, but it was close enough to mostly blend in.

The crescent-shaped silicone base flared out above and below where the toy penetrated Aaliyah's ass, and it seemed to curve along with her body. It looked like it was designed to be discreet and comfortable enough to be worn out in public. The thick shaft of the toy slightly distended Aaliyah's pucker and the softly wrinkled sides of her hole curved out on either side of the toy's base. The shiny wetness of lube glistened in her crack.

Aaliyah paused with her panties around her ankles, fully bent over. She looked back at us, as we stared at the plug filling her. Her glorious hair had cascaded down, framing her heart-shaped face and spreading out over the skirt and panties on the floor. She looked both shy and triumphant in that moment. My cock appreciated the show, and it throbbed dully in my jeans, desperate to be unleashed.

Kelli reached in and smacked Aaliyah, eliciting a yelp from Aaliyah and making both of her glutes jiggle enticingly.

Aali stepped out of her panties and picked them up along with her skirt. She stood and tossed them onto a dresser, then bent over at the waist, placing her hands on the dresser top for support. Her plug-filled ass faced us once again.

Kelli retrieved one remote from her bag and stood next to Aaliyah, absently caressing the shorter girl's flank with her free hand.

"So these remotes have three functions for our pleasure. The first one is for vibration," said Kelli, pressing the power button and then the topmost plus-sign. In the quiet bedroom, we could faintly hear the low hum as the plug vibrated.

"Mmm," said Aaliyah, rolling her hips slightly.

"There are different settings for vibration, from slower to faster," said Kelli. "I can tell you from personal experience that there's something to like about all the settings, so it's not just about cranking it all the way up." She pressed the plus sign again, and the hum changed to a slightly higher pitch.

"The second one is for some beads in the plug shaft that rotate," said Kelli. "It's fantastic, too. It feels a lot like someone rimming you, and swirling their tongue around inside." She pushed another button.

Aaliyah moaned again, louder, and we could see the stretched skin of her asshole flex and move subtly in response to the beads' action.

I felt Kelly shift his weight on the bed next to me, and in my peripheral vision I could see his massive erection straining at the fabric of his shorts. He was enjoying this every bit as much as I was.

"The third one is an inflation function," said Kelli. "And be careful. At the highest setting, it makes the plug really thick. It feels like a fucking soda can in there. So you gotta work up to it gradually. Are ya ready, darlin'?"

"Yes, Kelli," said Aaliyah. One hand left the dresser, and she reached between her legs, her fingers slipping in between her meaty lips.

From our perspective on the bed, we could see the thick lips part as she pushed her fingers up inside herself, wetting them with her juices before moving higher to rub against her clit. Drops of fluid fell from her sodden pussy to spatter on the floor as she stroked herself.

Kelli pushed another button, and a soft chuffing sound came from the plug. We could see the skin of her rear hole distend slightly as the plug grew larger inside her as it inflated.

Aaliyah made a sound that was more groan than moan this time, and her knees buckled slightly. Kelli reached ‌between Aaliyah's cheeks and placed her fingertips against the base of the anal plug. Aaliyah moaned louder and pushed back against the fingers, forcing the inflated plug even deeper into her hole.

We watched Kelli pulse the inflated plug back and forth into my girlfriend's butt. The darker skin of Aali's sphincter stretched smooth around the edge of the plug, the wrinkles around her hole almost completely flattening out. A line of darker pink interior flesh was visible as the plug bulged.

"Like I said, we've been practicing for weeks now and Aaliyah has been taking this plug and different dildos like a fucking champ," said Kelli as she continued pressing on the plug's base and then adding a rotational movement. "And I think she's really getting off on putting on this little show. She enjoys showing off for you boys. Don't you, Ali?"

"Yeah," said Aaliyah. Then, she started to softly and steadily curse, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

She came, hard. Her hips bucked and shimmied, and the curses became an inarticulate moan again. I could see the thick base of the plug move, as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through Aaliyah's body.

Kelli let Aaliyah ride out her orgasm and then helped her stand, then pulled her up into an embrace. Kelli's hands slid down Aaliyah's flanks to cup her cheeks, and crushed her lips against the shorter woman's mouth, hungrily probing with her tongue..

Breaking from the kiss, Kelli undid her jean shorts and kicked them off along with her bikini bottoms. Kelli's hairless quim was swollen and dripping with arousal. She passed Aaliyah's controller to her and then got her own from the bag.

"Lie down and get those tongues ready, boys," said Kelli.

We complied, lying back on the bed, side by side. The girls climbed on top of us to straddle our faces.

Aaliyah settled her neatly trimmed dark bush atop Kelly's beard, and his hands came up to cup her bottom. He attacked her like a starving man eating a watermelon.

Moments later, Kelli was astride my head and hovered her dripping pussy over my mouth, teasing me. My nose filled with the musky scent of her arousal, and I could see the creamy moisture glistening along her slit. She looked over next to us, where Kelly was savaging Aaliyah's pussy. It seemed like he was picking up where her last orgasm had left off, and she moaned louder and louder.

Kelli pushed a couple of buttons on her remote and then lowered herself onto my face. I could feel the vibrations from the buttplug as I flicked my tongue across the engorged bud of her clit. My hands found her ass, and I spread it wide as I pulled her cunny to my lips. A low growl escaped me as I lapped at those sweet folds.

Determined to match the intensity of the cocksucking she'd given me, I gave her every trick in my arsenal. I licked her entire pink and dripping length, paying attention to her clit, but also spending time on the surrounding mound. I gently nibbled on her tidy labia, and lapped at her pussyhole to taste her sweet juices.

My hands roamed Kelli's body, kneading at the taut and muscular glutes, and teasing up and down the crack between them. My fingers found the curved base of her buttplug and I gently tugged on it, fucking it back and forth into her.

Moving my other hand up her flank, I roughly shoved aside the tied shirt and bikini top, so that I could grab her tits. I squeezed them and then let my thumb and forefinger find a nipple. Thinking about the tugging she'd given my ballsack, I pinched and twisted the taut little nub hard enough to hurt a little. Kelli responded by grinding her gash into my face and moaning loudly. I sucked her clitty into my mouth, rolling my tongue around it.

Beside us, Aaliyah was thrashing like a demon, as Kelly gave her his own best efforts at a tongue lashing. She was wailing at a higher and higher pitch with each passing minute. I couldn't really see them with Kelli on my face, but I could feel them bouncing around on the bed next to us. That my best friend was eating out Aaliyah next to me just added a whole additional level of erotic tension to what I was already experiencing.

I felt the vibrations on my chin and cheeks change pitch as Kelli cranked up the power for the plug in her ass. She started her own higher pitched moans, chorusing with Aaliyah. Finally, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face up hard into her pulsating pussy. I mauled her with my tongue and lips like a teenager making out with his first girl in 'Seven Minutes in Heaven'.

Kelli was making little yips and yelps, and then it coalesced into a final, throaty shout. I felt the warm wetness of her squirting flood my lips and mouth, and then she held still, every athletic muscle tense with the power of the orgasm coursing through her body. I pressed my tongue firmly against her clit, feeling it pulse and quiver with each wave as she came.

Beside us, I felt the wild bucking stop as Aaliyah hit her own peak, perhaps spurred past the point of no return by seeing Kelli cumming so hard right next to her.

Finally, they both wound down. The girls wearily climbed off our faces. Kelli announced she had dibs on the shower in the ensuite and dragged Aaliyah off with her to clean up.

I was achingly hard and soaking wet down to my shoulders. I'd need a fresh shirt. Next to me, Kelly was also breathing hard. Sweat and pussy cream matted his thick red beard, and the exertion had left his cheeks flushed pink.

"I think we earned back our surprise, eh?" Kelly said, extending his fist for a bump.

I pounded his knuckles with mine. "And then some," I agreed.

***

We all got ready to go out for dinner and drinks in Galveston proper, which was a fifteen- or twenty- minute drive from the rental in Jamaica Beach. As evening came on, the temperature dropped a little from the unseasonable warmth of the day, but it was still quite pleasant.

Kelly and I used the main bathroom, while the girls giggled and chatted away together in the ensuite.

I let Kelly have the shower first, so that he could clean up the mess Aaliyah had made of his beard and hair. He emerged, looking refreshed, with his ginger beard and hair returned to their glossy magnificence. Waves of dark red cascaded around his face. He wore a stylish-looking, loose, pale blue linen shirt with an open collar that showed off some of his muscled chest and some kind of silvery chain around his neck. A pair of cream khakis, and his favourite pair of battered Blundstone boots completed the 'fit. His hair looked really glorious and popped with colour against the blue of his shirt.

"Jeez man, did you use some kind of magic conditioner? Hair looks great," I said.

"Nope. I didn't even use shampoo. Just whatever body wash was in the dispenser in the shower," he said. "Kelli hates it. She must have a hundred different lotions and potions for her hair." Kelly tossed his hair like a model, chuckled, and headed downstairs.

I took my turn in the shower, and put on a fresh pair of jeans and a comfortable black dress shirt that I wore untucked. I don't really have much fashion sense, so I wear simple things. Kelly had sold me on the merits of Blundstones, so I wore my black Blunnies.

The girls were still busy in the ensuite, so I wandered downstairs to find Kelly. He was on one of the couches in the basement rec room with his boots propped up on a table and a can of lager in his hand. A wall-mounted TV over the bar showed the Dallas Stars playing hockey.

"The fridge is pretty well stocked, buddy. Get a brew and pull up some couch," grinned Kelly.

I found a lager for myself, and we chatted quietly and watched the game. Being from Canada, Kelly had many opinions and insights about hockey. I was more of a football guy, so I mostly agreed with him and sipped my beer.

During a commercial break, Kelly smiled conspiratorially and beckoned me to lean closer.

"When they give us the controllers, we should wait to use them," he said. "They're probably expecting us to play with them right away. If we don't, I think it'll add to the tension."

"Yeah, but isn't the point to get them all riled up?" I asked.

"Anticipation is a huge part of desire, young one. Let the girls stew in their own juices for a while before we activate the plugs. The longer they wait, the better the payoff."

"Your mind is a lot twistier than mine is."

"It's twistier than a lot of peoples'."

"Fair."

We clinked our cans in agreement.

We were on our third beers and the hockey game was well into the second period when the girls came downstairs. They paused together at the foot of the stairs, posing for us like a couple of models at a photoshoot.

Aaliyah was in a cute, square-necked sundress. It was an off-white fabric with a floral print in a delicate, scattered pattern of tiny blossoms and leafy sprigs. The square neck gave only a hint of cleavage, but there was some sort of strappy business around the bust that snugged the dress cozily around her bosom and outlined her delicious curves. The dress also hugged her waist before flaring out to a flouncy hem that flowed around her knees. Her makeup was a bit more dramatic than she normally favoured, and her amber eyes glowed. Aaliyah's dark and glossy hair cascaded in glorious waves over her shoulders and down her back. Strappy sandals revealed toenails painted a soft pink to match her fingernails. She looked good enough to eat.

Kelli wore the same curve-hugging cutoff denim shorts she'd worn in the Jeep, but she'd transformed from 'sexy redneck' to 'sexy cowgirl'. She'd threaded a wide brown belt through the loops of her shorts, with a buckle that looked like one a rodeo champion might wear. A tight leather vest in supple brown leather clung to her body like a lover, and hardly covered a lacy black push-up bustier that made a showpiece out of her modest breasts. A straw cowboy hat and medium-heeled brown cowboy boots completed her ensemble, while adding a couple of inches to her already-towering height. She looked like horny teenaged boys from Texas had designed her in a lab.

Kelly snatched up the remote, and the TV went silent. The two of us just stared at the girls for a while.

Looking at them, I couldn't decide who I was more attracted to. Both of them were beautiful, smart, desirable, confident... different but amazing in their own ways. I was grateful for all that Kelli had done to open things up sexually for me. I also had an odd thread of angst in the emotions I was feeling. I knew this whole situation... whatever this was... had a fuse on it. An expiry date. I wasn't sad about it, but it definitely added a certain frisson to everything.

"Fuck dinner. We should just stay here and worship you sexy goddesses," said Kelly, earning him smiles from the girls.

"Well, ain't that sweet," said Kelli. "And I'd be game for that, but we have an obligation. We've got to get into Galveston proper for a little while. Then you boys can get on with your... worship. In the meantime, you've earned back your presents."

Kelli and Aaliyah each held out a remote. Kelly and I retrieved our gifts, and then safely stowed them in our pockets. We traded lingering kisses with the girls, and then Kelli's phone buzzed from her vest pocket.

"Uber's here. Let's go!" she said.

We all piled into a big blue Mitsubishi SUV, and we chatted along the way to a beachfront area in Galveston. Bars and restaurants competed with hotels and motels for real estate across the road from a long, sandy beach. It felt like a tourist beach town, bolted onto the Gulf side of the larger city.

The driver pulled over across from a weathered, two-story bar and restaurant with a Hawaiian theme. Tiki torches, a grass roof, palm trees, and the whole bit.

The place had a good vibe. It was busy, but not jam-packed, and we got a four-top table along the railing on the second floor, with a good view of the water from our high-topped chairs.

Our server was a thirty-something Latina who introduced herself as Marisol. She looked like she'd spent a lot of her life outside and had careworn features that were offset by a dazzling smile and beautiful dark eyes. She asked if we wanted menus (we did) and after checking our IDs, she took our drink order. Kelly and I stuck with beers and the girls caved in to the Tiki vibes with some tropical cocktails. Aaliyah asked for a Mai Tai and Kelli ordered a Zombie.

Marisol asked Kelli, "Do you want your Zombie to be a Romero, or a Boyle?"

"I'm not sure what that means," said Kelli.

"Well, the Romero is the classic Zombie. The Boyle has a little extra gasolina, the overproof rum we use."

"It's a zombie movie reference," I explained. "Romero and Boyle are both directors. Slow zombies and fast zombies."

Kelly had a sudden coughing fit that included noises that sounded suspiciously like him gruffly shouting "nerd" into his fist.

We all laughed.

"Let's just stick with the Romero," said Kelli.

We looked at the menus and decided on a light mix of shareable appetizers. Some shrimp, some fries, some mini chicken empanadas. Kelly also noticed something called Gator Bread and ordered that.

"Flatbread with alligator sausage," he explained.

"Ew, alligator," said Kelli. "Why eat that?"

"Same reason I like to eat shark when I can," said Kelly. "You gotta remind the rest of the animal kingdom now and then that you sit firmly on top of the food chain."

We chatted and people-watched, while waiting for our food.

The crowd was an eclectic mix. Spring break was long over, and the summer rush of tourists had not yet descended on the coast. It seemed like there were some locals, a few tourists, and maybe a sprinkling of business travelers. Small groups and couples from twenty-somethings to fifty-somethings seemed to be the norm.

The girls drew subtle (and not-so-subtle) appreciative glances from many other patrons, male and female. It was nothing we weren't used to, given the hotness of the girls, and they seemed to enjoy the attention.

One woman sitting alone at the bar drinking bourbon only had eyes for Kelly. Her gaze lingered on him for longer and longer, and I swear she was locked in for long moments, staring at the crotch of his khakis, like she was trying to stare her way through the fabric. It wasn't flirtatious, so much as a sort of raw, sexual ogling. It wasn't super obvious, but I became more and more certain that she was staring at him.

She was definitely in the category of 'MILF'. A dangerously curvy 5'9", the forty-something woman had milky pale skin that glowed in the dim light of the bar. Her coppery red hair hung in loose, brushed-out waves with soft curtain bangs that framed her heart-shaped face. Sooty lashes and a generous helping of eyeliner made her large hazel eyes seem even more dramatic. She wore a short sundress that was much less demure than the one Aaliyah sported; this one was green with a print of tiny white flowers patterned on it. Her heavy breasts filled its halter top, straining the fabric with their weight. The dress showed off her gently rounded waistline before flaring out to a flouncy mid-thigh hemline. What I could see of her thighs looked damn good, too.

The woman must've felt my eyes on her because she took a break from eyefucking Kelly and met my gaze. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled as she gave me a once over. Her gaze lingered for long moments on my crotch and I felt almost naked under her stare. One of her eyebrows quirked up a fraction, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly. She nodded, somewhat dreamily, then looked back into my eyes. I literally felt my cock twitch in my jeans as her eyes locked back on mine.

Holy shit, this woman is practically my mom's age, but she's sexy as hell.

I had nothing to complain about with all that attention I'd been getting from Aaliyah and Kelli, and here we were in Galveston to have a full-on sexual adventure. But in that moment, I was certain that I wanted to fuck this older woman. I was pretty sure she wanted me as well. I didn't feel guilty about it; it was more like I was simply accepting a fact of nature. In a flash of mature wisdom, I decided it'd be a bad idea to talk about this with the girls. I didn't want to let anything get in the way of the fun we had planned.

The food arrived, which kept us all distracted for a while. Everything was tasty, and I even tried the alligator flatbread, which didn't quite taste like chicken, but was still delicious. The girls were still unconvinced about eating reptiles, so Kelly and I were alone in claiming the apex position of the food chain.

I tried to focus on talking to the girls and eating the food, and deliberately not looking back at the sultry vixen at the bar. I could still feel the heat of her gaze as it drifted over me in between her stares at Kelly.

Kelli announced a bathroom trip, and she took Aaliyah's hand to bring her along. Kelly and I followed them with our eyes (as did half the bar), and the two of them were definitely putting on a show for us, once again rolling their hips more than needed.

Kelly smirked and pulled out his remote, mashing a couple of buttons with his thumb. Kelli's sinuous walk faltered for a few steps, as the plug started vibrating and writhing in her ass, but she recovered quickly. She shot a glance back over her shoulder at us that was equal parts smolder and kid-in-a-candy-store glee. Kelly thoughtfully turned the plug off again as the girls went into the restroom.

When we turned back to the table, the sexy redhead was standing right there next to us, close enough for me to smell her perfume (it was floral with some sort of vanilla undertones). I tried real hard to look her in the face when she spoke, rather than letting my eyes wander into her magnificent decolletage, which was even more impressive up close. She held her bourbon in one manicured hand, and the other was on the swell of her hip.

"Seems like you boys enjoyed the 'gator," she said. "I like that. A sense of adventure is an asset." Her voice was deep and throaty, with no trace of a Texan accent. Her voice sounded like she was from out east, maybe New Jersey or upstate New York.

Kelly grinned like a pirate and made an expansive gesture. "In my experience, there's two kinds of people in this world. There's people who are up for shit, and people who ain't. Me and my boy Noah here? We're in the first category. Occasionally, we even get into shenanigans."

I'm not sure what the woman was expecting from Kelly, but clearly he had thrown her a curveball. She stared at him for a moment, and then just laughed. It was a slightly goofy laugh, at odds with the polished sex-kitten persona she had been exuding all night.

She looked at Kelly as if seeing him for the first time. There was still a frank, sexual vibe coming off ‌her, but it was tempered with something else.

"Well, Kelly, I'm all about shenanigans," she said, smiling.

Uncharacteristically, Kelly faltered for a moment as she used his name. "As they say, I'm afraid you have the advantage of me, madam," he said.

"I'm Lana," she said. "Sorry for the deception, but I thought it'd be fun to play around a little and see if I could make you boys squirm. I'm a friend of your girlfriend, Kelli. It's my townhouse you all are staying in this weekend."

"She did say she knew the owner. So lovely to meet you, Lana," replied Kelly.

We both stood and took turns shaking Lana's hand. She looked up at us from under those sooty lashes as we did, and I was sure that Kelly's toes curled just as hard as mine did.

Kelly pulled over an additional high-backed seat to our table for Lana, and we all sat down.

"We love your place," said Kelly. "It's amazing. Frankly, I was expecting Kelli to book us into some sketchy little off-beach motel. Your townhouse is like a palace."

Lana sipped her bourbon and nodded. "I got it in the divorce. And yes, it's expensive to rent. Which is part of why I'm here tonight."

"Oh no, did her credit card get declined or something?" asked Kelly.

"Nothing like that. She suggested we might negotiate the price in return for some... services rendered. I was originally thinking just from you, but now that I've seen your adventure-seeking friend Noah, I think it might be from ‌both of you."

Just then, the girls returned from the restroom and rejoined us at the table. Aaliyah got introduced to Lana, and then Kelli unpacked the potential rental-discount scenario she'd been discussing with the older woman.

Apparently, this was not Kelli's first time in Galveston, and not the first time she'd offered up a boyfriend's services in payment to Lana. Kelli promised to share more details at a later time, but I got the impression that she'd had a threesome with Lana and the boyfriend she'd brought along last year.

Kelly looked at Kelli for a long moment, shook his head, and smiled.

"Just when I think I've got you all figured out, you surprise me again," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek and letting one hand drift down to give her tanned thigh a firm squeeze. "But damn if this doesn't sound like fun."

He looked at me. "Padawan? What do you think? You in?"

I looked over at Aaliyah. She'd been in league with Kelli on this trip at a level that I had not expected, but I didn't know if this was a surprise to her, or if she'd known it was coming. I felt like I needed her approval. My cock was ready to bend Lana over the table and fuck her right then and there, but my brain was still clinging to leadership over my decisions.

Aaliyah nodded and offered a tiny but genuine smile.

I raised my fist to pound Kelly's knuckles. "I'm in. And let's retire the Padawan label. I think this weekend, we're both full Jedi."

He laughed, "Fair enough."

We had some more drinks and chatted. We told stories about our homes and what things were like at school. Lana shared some anecdotes about some rich oilfield guy that she'd married and then divorced. I got the impression that she had bottled up a lot of desires in the marriage and was making up for lost time with things like this hookup with us.

The five of us drew even more stares than the four of us had gotten before, if that was possible. I saw at least one older couple glare and ask for their check. Some people whispered and stared. Marisol seemed like this was not the first time she'd seen Lana picking up younger people, and she was still cheerful and attentive, but I caught her flashing a knowing smile at Lana.

We enjoyed ourselves for an hour or so, and then Kelli announced she was going to call for a ride. Lana picked up the check and left a stack of bills with a hefty tip for our waitress.

***

The Uber ride home was a brief blur of making out in the back two rows of seats in a big black Suburban with leather seats and tinted windows. The three women cycled their attention between Kelly, me, and each other. Kisses, groping, fondling, you name it.

We made liberal use of the remote controls. At one point, I made Kelli cum with sensations from her buttplug, while I was kissing Aaliyah and had one of my hands up Lana's skirt to diddle her swollen clit.

No clothes actually came off, but we were like animals in heat. I felt a little like we were all headed to the hotel after prom in high school. It had that same energy and anticipation. We must've given the driver quite a show, and Kelli gave him a big tip. I could easily imagine his next passengers asking, 'why does it smell like pussy in here?'

At last, we were all inside the townhouse and, predictably, Kelli took charge. "All right boys, you are going to service Lana tonight, but we girls have some getting ready to do. We'll meet you in the hot tub in ten minutes. Be useful and get some more drinks going."

Kelli kicked off her boots and charged up the stairs, followed by Aaliyah and Lana. Kelly and I watched them go, of course.

The antics from the Uber had Lana's sundress skirt rucked up, and we got a good look at her thick round ass as she climbed the stairs. The juicy cheeks jiggled with each step, and I glimpsed the thin band of a green thong rising between them. She looked back at the top of the stairs to see us ogling her. Her smile promised trouble to come, but trouble that we were surely going to enjoy.

She blew us a kiss before disappearing into the master bedroom.

"Beer?" asked Kelly.

"I'd have a beer," I replied.

"Fuck, I'm surprised we're not having a beer right now," said Kelly.

"Well then, pitter-patter," I said.

In short order, we had the lid removed from the hot tub, a selection of beers and hard seltzers arrayed on a small table, towels set up near to hand, and the stereo playing some sultry Latin music. The jets of the hot tub burbled invitingly, and a slight mist of steam rose from the water.

Kelly cracked a beer and took a long pull, then set it on top of the barrel-sized pump unit next to the tub. He rapidly stripped off all of his clothes and threw them in a pile onto a couch.

Standing there for a moment, naked, he grinned at me, then stepped over the edge of the hot tub and sank into the water, sitting tailor-style and leaning back against the side.

"Come on in, pal. The water's fine."

I paused for a moment, suddenly and inexplicably shy. Given what we'd already done, given what we were about to do, it made no sense. But there it was. I gave myself a mental shake. Then, I shucked off my clothes and under-handed them into a messy pile onto a couch. I clambered into the hot tub across from Kelly and crossed my own long legs.

Kelly reached over to the side table and snagged a beer, which he passed to me. Once I'd opened it, we clinked our cans together and took a drink.

"Any advice, pal?" I asked.

"Honestly? I'm in uncharted territory, too," he said. "I'm all about pushing boundaries and chasing fun, but Kelli is just on a whole 'nother level. I'm really, really sure that I want to fuck Lana though. Holy shit, she's hot."

I nodded, "It's not just that she's attractive. She like, embodies herself more, ya know?"

"A hundred percent. There's a version of Kelli that is basically Lana in twenty years. I mean, Kel is an absolute wildcat. But imagine her with two more decades of experience. The mind boggles."

I took a swallow of my beer. "Yeah. I'm excited. But also... not quite scared, but let's call it apprehensive."

"I feel ya. So my advice? Go with the flow and just be open to whatever unfolds." Kelly's hair was getting damp from the steam of the tub, and he swept it back with one hand. "I mean, if something isn't cool with you, tap out. No harm, no foul. But I really sense that Lana is a kindred soul with Kelli. So she'll push things. I'm pretty sure it's gonna be fun."

I nodded and took another sip of beer. Honestly, I had no idea if I was really up for what this weekend had escalated into. But I'd take a swing at it.

We settled into the tub and drank our beer, waiting for the girls.

Aaliyah came downstairs first, wrapped in a large bath towel. Her hair was braided into a tidy sort of crown atop her head. Her cheeks and the skin of her chest showing above the towel were a little flushed; she looked like she might've had an orgasm while she was upstairs.

She crossed over to the hot tub quickly and dropped the towel when she was next to the tub. She was naked underneath, and I took a moment to appreciate her gorgeous body. Her thick, chocolate brown nipples stood out stiffly from the middles of large round areolae. My gaze lingered on the tidy patch of hair that decorated the top of her cunny, and the darker folds of skin nestled between her sweet thighs.

Aaliyah stepped into the tub and bent over to give Kelly a lingering kiss.

From my vantage, I could see her breasts wobbling just over the water as they kissed. Her buttocks parted slightly as she bent over, and I could also see that her butt was empty, the plug no longer in place. The effects of the plug remained; her asshole gaped open slightly and gave me a glimpse inside. The pink hole itself glistened with lube, all around the wrinkled rim and up along her crack.

Then, she turned and gave me the same treatment, flaunting her pussy and gape to Kelly while she gave me a long and thorough kiss. After, she nestled into the water beside me. Her small hand slipped into my lap and gripped my stiff member. Aaliyah smiled as she jacked her hand up and down. "I'm going to miss this tonight," she said. "But I can't wait to have you inside me tomorrow. You and Kelly both."

She looked across the tub at Kelly, her gold-flecked amber eyes intense as they held his gaze. "I've been thinking about it for weeks now. About his cock and your cock. Both of you inside ‌me at once. I'm going to cum so fucking hard."

I gaped at Aaliyah, this once-demure smokeshow of a Lebanese goddess. I hadn't known what to expect when I'd chased her. I never expected in my wildest dreams that we'd have group sex with my best friend, his girlfriend, and a smoking hot MILF we'd just met. It seemed like she'd leapfrogged forward in her sexuality.

Kelly returned her gaze with an intensity of his own.

"I can't fucking wait, Aali."

Her hand quickened its stroking, her eagerness and imaginings fuelling it.

Kelli strode down the stairs with her hair in a loose ponytail and a black tote bag in one hand. She wore nothing, flaunting her taut body, defying any need for cover or adornment. Her pink nipples jutted proudly from her swaying, pear-shaped tits. Her free hand probed the folds of her sex, fingers rubbing and gently circling the swollen bud of her clit, which peeked out of its sheath and proclaimed her arousal.

She dropped the tote next to the tub and grabbed a hard seltzer. Her free hand continued lazily flicking her bean in slow circles. She stood next to the tub, popped open the seltzer, and drained half of it at one go. She punctuated the feat with a long and unladylike burp, then grinned like she'd just made a joke.

Kelli looked down at her boyfriend in the tub, pointedly angling her gaze at his crotch instead of his face. "If I'm going to be deprived of that magnificent Canadian cock of yours for the evening, I will have to make up for it by melting Aali's fucking brain."

She looked over at Aaliyah. "Honey, you're gonna cum like a machinegun," she said, gesturing with the seltzer and still frigging one finger back and forth atop her engorged clit.

The casual wantonness of her filthy talk and ongoing self-pleasure were on-brand for Kelli, but there was an edge to her voice. It was like she was deliberately pushing things further and further.

She stared into Aaliyah's eyes. "I'm going to own your ass tonight. And then I'm going to give you mine."

Aaliyah's hand convulsed, clamping down onto my shaft with the force of a hydraulic press. She shifted forward, and her other hand crept behind her. The way she moaned, I knew her fingers had found her asshole.

Kelli stepped into the tub and straddled Kelly's face, pushing her pussy onto his mouth. "I need a pregame orgasm right now, dreamboat. Put that fucking beard of yours to work." She drained the rest of her seltzer and dropped the can beside the tub, where it clattered on the tiles and rolled toward the window.

Kelly growled in the back of his throat, as he savaged Kelli's clit with his tongue. His hands slipped up her thighs to grab a tanned cheek in each hand, and he massaged her marvelous globes, spreading them wide to reveal that her ass was in the same condition as Aaliyah's. Empty, gaping slightly and greasy with lube. Her hole winked open and closed, gaping with the flexing of her guts.

He devoured her like a big cat consuming an antelope on the savannah. Her hands tangled in his ginger locks, cramming his face against her pelvis. Then she came. Staccato gasps punctuated the beats of her pleasure hitting fast and sharp. She rode his mouth and tongue hard, grinding against his face.

Kelly's beard glistened with her sweet cream, as Kelli stepped back from his face and sank into the tub next to him, still shuddering. Kelly looked at her face for a long moment. "You'd better brace yourself. Have fun with Aali tonight, but I'm gonna blow your mind tomorrow. You're gonna have spontaneous orgasms just remembering the way I fucked you this weekend."

Kelli surged astride Kelly and kissed him ferociously. The heat was palpable, and she was writhing her hips as their tongues intertwined. She suddenly stiffened and stopped moving. A soft whine escaped her, and she slid off Kelly's lap and plopped down into the tub beside him.

She shook her head. "Goddam sexy Canadian bastard."

I realized Kelli had just nearly jammed her pussy down onto his cock in the heat of the moment. I'd never seen her even come close to losing control and breaking her rule like that.

Kelli took a deep breath and then held out one hand to me while the other was unmistakably under the water around Kelly's swollen member.

"Beer me, farm boy."

I leaned over to grab a beer, doing my best not to dislodge Aaliyah as she continued to jack me in her fist.

The four of us sat there and enjoyed the drinks and bubbles for a minute or two, the anticipation of what was to come hanging heavy in the space between us.

Then Lana came down the stairs.

She was fully nude, too, but she rode that shit differently than Kelli. If Kelli was a Corvette, Lana was a late model Caddy or Lincoln. Still fast, but more comfortable and luxurious.

Her big tits wobbled as she walked, the milky-white globes topped by wide pink areolae and taut nipples the size of grapes. Lana's softly rounded belly presided over a generous thatch of ginger pubic hair that matched her coppery locks. Her meaty outer labia bulged out beneath the curly red hair, the dark pink hue of those lips contrasting with the creamy and inviting softness of her thighs.

She walked right past us, giving us a fantastic view of her thick ass. It made Aaliyah's curvy young cheeks look almost small in comparison. Lana's twin glutes were broad and lush, rising in a high, rounded swell. There was a plush weight to them that rippled and bounced with every step. Soft dimples and ripples marked the lower curves, with a fold at the bottom where her buttocks slightly overhung the backs of her thick thighs.

I imagined fucking that jiggling ass, plundering its depths with my cock and making Lana scream with pleasure. Filling it and making it my own. I had to slow down Aali's handjob to avoid blowing my load in the tub right then and there.

Lana ignored the drinks we had out and punched a code into a combination lock on a cupboard at the bar. She retrieved a bottle and a crystal tumbler. She poured herself a healthy slug of the liquor and turned, raising the glass.

"To shenanigans," she said.

We raised our drinks in reply.

"To shenanigans."

Lana strode towards the hot tub, her hips describing sensual circles as she walked.

"So, who's first?" asked Lana.

"Dibs," said Kelli, tilting her face up.

Lana stepped carefully into the tub. It was getting crowded with all of us in there, and Lana had to navigate around our legs. She arranged herself in front of Kelli, nudging Kelly aside with one foot.

Lana smiled at me as she backed up onto Kelli's face, pulling aside a glorious cheek with one hand while the other held her crystal glass.

Leading with her tongue, Kelli buried her mouth in Lana's crack. She made loud slurping sounds and paused to spit saliva back onto Lana's asshole before diving in with her tongue again.

Lana moaned as she received the attention. She looked over her shoulder at Kelli, "Oooh, that's good, Kel. You've picked up some new tricks since last year. Mama likes."

I felt Aaliyah stiffen next to me, and she started rocking back and forth gently. I realized she was fucking her fingers up into her butt. My cock clearly appreciated that, and it strained under Aaliyah's hand. She stroked its entire length, pausing occasionally to pay extra attention to the thick mushroom crown at the end.

I stared in disbelief at the tableau unfolding in front of me. Kelly writhed a little; clearly Kelli's hand was just as busy on him as Aali's was on mine. His eyes locked in on his girlfriend's face disappearing into Lana's pale white crease.

Lana leaned over slightly, tilting her hips to let Kelli get a better angle on her butthole. Her eyes were becoming heavy-lidded as she took in the pleasure of the rimjob, and I could see her gaze roaming across all of us. She looked back at Kelly. She stared at Aaliyah's breasts bobbling in the water, then focused on the action of Aali's hand jacking me underwater.

The sexy MILF's jiggling tits fascinated me. They were big and soft and round, just perfect for her aesthetic. You could tell they were all natural. A fine tracery of stretch marks decorated the sides, and her huge nipples strained at their tips, looking every bit as erect as my aching prick.

I've always been more of an ass man than a tit man myself, but I wanted to squeeze and suckle at those marvelous mammaries. I saw Aaliyah staring with equally rapt attention. I didn't think she'd been with any women other than Kelli, and I could tell she was also fascinated with Lana's amazing breasts.

After a while, Lana stepped away from Kelli and carefully repositioned herself in front of Aaliyah. I could feel Lana's leg trembling against mine, as she bent over and backed up toward my girlfriend's face, again holding one cheek aside. I saw a thick and glistening layer of spit coating her from Kelli's efforts.

I stared at that hole, nestled between Lana's glorious alabaster cheeks. Her gape pulsed open rhythmically, dilating wider and then closing again as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Faint pink blotches slightly mottled her backside, from the heat of the water and her arousal, and I could see every dimple across their broad curves.

Aali pushed her face forward and started eating Lana's ass. She seemed to have taken a cue from Kelli, and she was making lots of noise, as she licked and probed Lana. She tilted her chin forward and swirled her tongue. I could see it pushing thick streamers of spit and lube around Lana's wrinkled pucker.

Amazingly, Aaliyah's hand never paused in its dutiful stroking on me.

Lana looked back over her shoulder at my girlfriend's noisy slurping of her sphincter. "Mmm, so greedy and eager! Keep going, baby. I love your hot little tongue." She turned her gaze on me and smiled. "And you like watching her, don't you, Noah? You like seeing your girlfriend with her tongue in my asshole?"

I found myself unable to muster a response. The encouragement tipped Aali over some kind of edge, and she began moaning as she licked and tongue-fucked Lana.

I reached over with one hand to stroke Aali's breasts. I brushed my hand roughly across them and then rolled one nipple between a thumb and forefinger, pinching it hard and making it hurt a little.

Aaliyah bucked her hips and came--her tongue spearing into Lana's starfish, my hand on her tits, and her own fingers crammed up into her butt. She finally broke rhythm on the handjob, as the sheer force of the cumming overtook conscious thought. She twitched and shivered beside me. Aali's mouth popped free from between Lana's cheeks, and she gasped for breath as she came again and again.

Lana stood upright and turned to watch Aali shuddering with the pleasure of her orgasm. She smiled and gestured at me with her crystal tumbler. "Your girlfriend eats ass like she was born for it. Get up and sit on the side of the tub, Noah."

I complied, and Lana knelt in front of me, carefully evading the tangle of legs in the tub. In my peripheral vision, I saw Aaliyah watching from the tub beside us. She continued twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm, but her eyes were riveted on my swollen dick and the mature lips that approached it.

I was already painfully hard from the show in front of me and Aali's skillful jacking, so Lana's lips had to stretch wide to envelop the head with their velvety softness. She bobbed a few times just on the head, and then pushed herself down further.

Lana moaned around me, her lips and tongue conducting the moan's vibration into my cock and balls. I groaned in return and involuntarily fucked my hips up off the edge of the tub, pushing my mushroom head even further down her throat.

She gagged softly and then pulled off me, spit on my glans, and then took it deeply into her throat again. Lana stared up into my eyes with a knowing look, as she slid back and forth. Even as tears formed from choking slightly on my full length, she hardly blinked and gave me the sense that she knew exactly what she was doing, and that I was helpless to resist.

It was blowing my mind. Her decades of cocksucking experience had me unable to think, unable to do anything besides give myself to the sweet sin of her mouth enveloping me. She withdrew and did the 'hawk tuah' on me again, then used one hand to jack the messy saliva from my knob and down along the shaft.

She continued with this for many pleasurable minutes, and I lost track of time. I was vaguely aware of Aaliyah beside me, staring at my cock disappearing between Lana's lips.

Reality returned when Lana stood up and drank the last of her liquor. She placed her empty glass onto the water pump and returned to stand in front of me. Her tits jiggled in my face, and she looked down, her hands stealing towards her hips before she posed with arms akimbo.

I felt a bit like prey about to be savaged by a predator.

She looked at Aaliyah, who was sitting in the water next to me. "Can you give me a hand, darlin'?"

Then she turned around and pulled her ass cheeks apart.

Her glistening pink pucker winked at me, stretched into an elongated torus with the pull of her hands. It was so close that I could see a sprinkling of tiny copper hairs, perhaps missed by her last Brazilian appointment. The ring was a little puffy, swelling out from the smooth skin of her perineum; thick smears of saliva and lubricant made the area shiny in the soft light of the rec room.

Aaliyah got up on her knees, grabbed my shaft with one hand and used her other hand to guide Lana's hips.

Pre-cum leaked steadily from my cockslit at the insane eroticism of what was happening. Not only was I about to fuck this pornstar-looking MILF in the butt, but my girlfriend was helping make it happen.

Aali swirled the head of my cock around, smearing the spit and lube around before settling the tip against its target. She pulled Lana's hips back, and I felt the rubbery sphincter push and resist against my intruding member. My swollen knob made her rear hole look tiny in comparison, like it could never take that much into it. Then the resistance gave way, and she bloomed open wider. Her ass just gulped down the first two inches of me.

It was so tight; it felt like she was going to put a crimp into my dick.

Holy shit. Does this woman do anal Kegel exercises or something? She feels tighter than Aali or Kelli!

"Oh! Such a nice cock!" Lana cooed. "Aaliyah is a very lucky girl to have this all the time."

Lana rocked back and forth, slowly but steadily working more and more of my dickmeat into her, as she half-squatted before me.

She's definitely been doing some kind of special exercises. She's taking more cock in the ass at a faster rate than Kelli or Aali. 20-plus years of anal experience also helps, I guess.

Aaliyah had released me, and she stood up, sitting astride the edge of the tub. She leaned to kiss me while one of her hands stole between her thighs to diddle her clit. I felt like Aaliyah's kisses were somehow possessive, claiming my attention and intimacy, while this near-stranger impaled her asshole on my dick.

"You like seeing that MILF ass stretch out on Noah's dick, baby?" said Kelli.

I couldn't see much of the Kellies with Lana on my lap, but they were clearly enjoying the show.

"Fuck yeah, I do," replied Kelly.

"You wanna fuck her too, don't you?"

"Mmm. Oh yeah."

Lana opened around me in stages. The first was the anus itself, tight and rubbery with muscle. Past that, it was slick and softer, a smooth, gripping heat that clenched and released in little involuntary pulses as she worked herself lower. Every new inch that she took inside her felt distinct. There was a sudden tighter squeeze when she flexed, and then a wet, yielding give that let me sink deeper. At last, my balls pressed against her and I was buried to the root. The heat was intense, almost feverish, and I could feel her heartbeat in the flesh clamped around me.

Lana arched her back and half-purred, rolling her hips slightly once she bottomed out.

"Mmm, that's it baby," she said. "That's it. You're so deep."

This whole thing was intensely erotic, but a part of me was starkly aware of the contrast between this and how things had progressed with Aali and Kelli. Here I was fucking my third ass, ever, and I'd just met this woman hours ago. Instead of extended fantasies and wet dreams and teasing over weeks or months, this was very much wham-bam-fuck-you-in-the-can.

Lana started with some slow strokes, easing herself up and pushing herself back down onto me.

Aaliyah had stopped kissing me and was just staring in frank fascination at Lana.

The MILF's rear hole stretched wide around me. She was tight, but her mature perianal skin couldn't quite keep up with her thrusts. On each upstroke, the soft flesh sagged for a moment before catching up. On the downstroke, that same area folded slightly, deepening her shadowed cleft as it swallowed my cockmeat. It all created a dragging sensation back and forth that felt amazing.

The strokes got longer, and she picked up the pace until she was slamming down on me. Wet slaps of flesh on flesh punctuated her movements as her juicy cheeks battered against my hips and thighs. My left hand found a spot on the curve of her hip, and I helped guide the rhythm. She started riding me like she was churning butter in her ass. It was relentless.

It was definitely a change of pace from the more nubile flesh of Aali and Kelli's asses, but my dick loved it. I had a sudden awareness that many other dicks had preceded mine into this fine posterior; I was determined to make her appreciate mine. I started pushing my hips up to meet her.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Lana said.

That was the last articulate thing she said before starting movements that were more like a jackhammer than a butter churn. Lana thrashed atop my cock like she was possessed. She started making guttural grunts with each thrust. The grunts rose in pitch as she found the perfect angle, and then the grunts became a wail.

I had to stand up from the tub's side to match her movements.

I grabbed two handfuls of curvy flank and started thrusting my own hips forward with abandon. The slapping sounds of flesh on flesh got louder, and the pitch of Lana's wails rose higher.

"JeeeeEEEEEeeeeeEEEEEzzzzussssssss!" shouted Lana, as she came. The strength went out of her legs and I had to hold her up as she convulsed around my dick. I let her ride out the orgasm and then maneuvered her over to the side of the hot tub. My cock slipped out, and she gasped.

I draped Lana's hips over the edge of the tub. She doubled over, bracing her elbows along the top of the tub wall and arching her back so her ass tilted up toward me. Her battered rear hole was fully on display, having become even puffier. It pulsed open and closed with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Aaliyah slipped down from the edge of the tub. In my peripheral vision, I saw her move over to the Kellies. Soft gasps and splashes sounded behind me as I focused on Lana.

Her gape easily accommodated two of my fingers. They slid in, instantly three knuckles deep. I worked them around, feeling the smooth walls of her anal cavity and the (now somewhat looser) sphincter stretching under my fingers. I pushed in a third finger, and Lana moaned.

I pushed Lana's legs together, pulling her butt to a higher angle, and stepped in with my legs astride hers. I grabbed my dick and let it sit between her glorious cheeks for a moment like a hotdog in a bun. I smacked one side of her ass and then the other, leaving red handprints and making Lana yelp. Each spank made her lush hams jiggle delightfully.

"Tell me you want more cock, Lana."

Her voice was thick with lust, "I want more cock."

I spanked her again, hard.

"Ask nicely. And be specific."

"Please give me more cock, Noah. Put it in my ass. I want your cock in my ass again. I need it."

Guiding my cockhead to press against her asshole, I felt her open to me immediately. I pushed my entire length back inside her with one stroke, and she sighed as I filled her completely.

I pinned her hips against the side of the tub and began fucking her hard. On each backstroke, I pulled out until my glans made her greasy hole stretch wider to accommodate it. Then I rammed forward to full depth. As hot as it had been with her fucking herself on top of me before, this was even hotter. I was not just fucking her, I was taking her.

Lana started having a constant stream of powerful anal orgasms. I could feel contractions inside her, rippling along the length of her canal. The heat inside her felt molten around me. She could hardly move against the rim of the tub, but I could feel her hips eagerly rocking back to meet me with each stroke, desperate to cram every inch of me inside of her.

It felt similar to when I'd taken Kelli's ass in the forest on Friday morning, but something about this was different. Maybe it was the depth of Lana's need. As great as it had been for Kelli when I railed her behind the Jeep, she'd not been as needy. This was somehow more for Lana.

I grabbed handfuls of flesh on her ample flanks and squeezed them, as I started pulling back a little further with each thrust. Eventually, I was taking my cock completely out of her and letting her glistening asshole gape and wink at me before slamming forward and bottoming out again. Her body had given up all resistance and readily took the pounding I was giving it.

"Oh fuck. Oh yes. Don't stop," she wailed, clutching the rim of the tub with her hands and struggling to maintain her position as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her.

I obliged, and mercilessly jammed my fuckstick up her ass.

Lana sagged slightly, and I felt a release within her. She opened up even more inside. It was like she had surrendered even more to my plundering prick. I lost track of time again, and my world narrowed down until all I was aware of was my cock sliding back and forth into this stunning redhead's butt.

I thought about cumming. I wanted to cum, and fill her with it. I wanted it leaking out of her afterwards, as she lay stunned and gasping.

But it wasn't time yet, and I wanted to see what else was going to happen.

So I stopped.

My cock popped out with an audible shploop and I staggered over to sit on the edge of the tub again. My balls ached, both with the urge to blow my load and also with the sheer physical abuse they had endured as I'd pounded Lana into oblivion.

Aaliyah just stared at my throbbing tool as if she was seeing it for the first time. The entire head was purple, and thick veins stood out along its length. Everything was slick with the lube and spit and juices from Lana's ass. It was throbbing painfully; I could feel each heartbeat making it bob up and down.

Then Aali was kneeling before me. She licked it and jacked it and stirred it around in her mouth. Aaliyah worshipped it with tiny little kisses and licks that swirled around my glans. She punctuated the lighter movements with sudden gobbling, where I could feel the cockhead bumping along the back of her throat.

It was the greatest blowjob I'd ever had. She absolutely devoured my cock. One of her hands stroked along my shaft while the other massaged my balls, rhythmically rolling them back and forth.

Hearing a new moaning, I looked up to see Kelly and Kelli mirroring the pose Aali and I were in, on their side of the tub. Kelly sat on the edge of the tub and Kelli was giving him a blowjob every bit as eager as the one Aali was giving me.

Kelly's eyes rolled back in his head, and he had one hand bracing the side of the tub and the other cradling the side of Kelli's head as it moved back and forth on him. He was half-sitting, almost sliding off the side of the tub, and gently fucking his prick back into Kelli's mouth.

The girls knelt and sucked on our dicks for what seemed like forever. I drifted in a white state of bliss while the water jets burbled and the Latin music murmured from the speakers.

It took a while, but Lana finally roused herself and unsteadily rose to her feet. She shook herself and then looked down at each couple, ‌clearly relishing the visual of twin blowjobs. One of her hands slipped between her thighs, and her fingers rubbed in small circles against the erect nub of her clit.

"That was a pretty good round one," Lana said. "Well done, Noah. Round two, I want you in my ass again. The couches fold out into beds. Once you're in, your redheaded friend can fill my pussy at the same time."

Kelli choked and interrupted her blowjob. "No," she sputtered. "That's not on the table. Those boys are putting their cocks into asses and mouths tonight. That's all. I don't get to have him in my pussy, and neither do you."

Aali paused her own sucking and turned to watch the conversation.

Lana looked down at Kelli, a speculative expression creeping across her flushed features.

Pre-cum and drool dripped down Kelli's chin. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were a little red from the chlorinated water. But she had a fierce expression worthy of an Amazon, as she stared up at the older woman.

"Interesting," she said. "But fair enough. The problem is, someone still has to fuck my pussy. If you won't let your boyfriend do it, then it's up to you. There's a big strap-on in the bag you carried down. I'll want both these studs to take turns in my ass, though."

Kelli knelt in the water, staring up at Lana. She looked a little shaken at first, but then some internal switch clicked over, and she rallied. She smiled and rose to her feet, moving to press her body against Lana's. Then she crushed her mouth to Lana's and pulled the other woman even closer, forcing one of her hands roughly between Lana's thighs.

Lana stiffened as Kelli's fingers pushed past the folds of her labia and up inside the older woman's pussy. Kelli's hand rocked back and forth in a 'come hither' movement as she raked two of her fingertips across Lana's G-spot.

The two of them intertwined were a study in contrasts. Tanned skin against pale. Taut young muscles next to the sinfully-used flesh of middle age. Lana seemed to melt, transforming from the controlling older hedonist seeking pleasure into a more submissive identity. You could see it happen in her body, the way she moved as Kelli kissed her and fingerfucked her. It was a surrender that was more primal than just the embracing of the pleasure.

And it was hot as hell.

Kelli broke the kiss, leaving Lana gasping for air.

The tall blonde amazon looked down, letting her eyes roam commandingly over the older woman's body, lingering on her pendulous tits and curvy hips. "I'll fuck your pussy," she said. "Then we'll all fuck you." She pulled her fingers out of the MILF's dripping cunthole. The tanned digits glistened in the light and dripped thick strands of pussy cream. She wiggled them towards the couches, "Those fold out into platform beds. We used them last year. Get them set up, and we'll fill all of Lana's holes."

TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 4