Amy
As I find myself between the two men I picked up, my body hums with satisfaction. One of them, Harry, is thrusting into me from behind, strong hands gripping my hips, guiding each thrust deep into my core, while the other, Chris, stands in front of me, his hands tangled in my hair as I pleasure him with my mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, exactly the kind of thrill I’d hoped for tonight, and I feel a rush of gratitude for Katie’s bold idea to bring strangers into our game. Even more than that, I’m grateful Matt agreed to this whole thing. I grin to myself, wondering if he’s having as much fun as I am, hoping he’s diving into the excitement of it all.
But thoughts of Matt quickly dissolve, replaced by the pure, unfiltered pleasure building between the three of us. Every movement is perfectly timed, each shift sending a wave of heat coursing through me. The man behind me grips my waist more firmly, his pace quickening, while the one in front lets out a low groan, his eyes half-closed as I continue with a steady rhythm. The combination of sensations, the feeling of being shared so completely, fills me with an intense satisfaction.
Every time Harry's hips meet mine, I feel a shock wave ripple through my body, sending shivers down my spine. The heat from their bodies fills the room, creating a sauna-like atmosphere that makes me sweat profusely. My breathing accelerates, matching the rhythm of their movements.
Their actions are synchronised; they move in harmony, each man pushing and pulling me to heights of pleasure I never thought possible. Their bodies collide against mine, their cocks sliding along my flesh with relentless hunger. It's like a symphony of lust, an orchestra of passion playing its wildest melody.
As the intensity builds, Jake's body tenses and his face contorts into a mask of pure pleasure. He bites down on my shoulder hard enough to leave teeth marks as he cums, his seed filling me up completely. His thrusts become erratic, his hips bucking wildly against mine.
Chris moans loudly in my ear, his body shuddering with each contraction of his cock inside my throat. His hand grips my hair tightly, pulling at it as he climaxes, spurting warm cum into my mouth. He groans deeply, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and exhaustion.
Their bodies continue to move for several minutes after their climaxes, their movements slowing down
My orgasm builds slowly, as they move slowly within me, until finally I climax. My body shudders violently, my legs trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over me. I arch my back, moaning loudly on Chris's cock as I climax, my eyes rolling up into my head.
The sensation is indescribable; a rush of warmth spreads from my core outwards, enveloping every inch of skin. My muscles contract wildly, gripping the men tightly as I ride the peak of this intense orgasm. It feels like my body is being stretched beyond its limits, each contraction sending shivers down my spine.
As I catch my breath, a deep sense of fulfilment settles over me, a grin spreading across my face at the memory of this night.
Matt
With Abbi, it’s like I’ve been swept up in a whirlwind. From the moment we got back to her cabin, she’s had this energy that’s hard to keep up with, and I’m loving every second. She’s confident, laughing as she pushes me down onto the bed, her eyes bright with excitement and a hint of challenge, like she’s daring me to keep pace with her.
Abbi’s tattoos wind up her arms, framing her shoulders and disappearing under the straps of her top, and as she moves, I can’t help but be captivated by the way her ink seems to shift with her. She straddles me, leaning in close, her lips brushing against mine before she pulls back, her grin wild. “Think you can handle me?” she whispers, and I laugh, a surge of adrenaline pushing me to rise to the challenge.
We’re all over the place, barely taking a breath as we move together. Her fingers trace over my chest, and she bites her lip, looking me over with that same playful, hungry look. She’s relentless, shifting positions, pulling me along with her, and every time I think I’ve got her figured out, she does something to surprise me. We’re tangled in sheets, her laughter filling the room as she matches every move, every shift with a new twist.
As things heat up, Abbi doesn’t hold back, and I find myself lost in the excitement, caught up in her fearless abandon.
As Abbi’s clothes come off, piece by piece, I’m mesmerised by the tattoos that cover her skin, each one a vivid expression of her wild spirit. Across her collarbone, a cascade of bold flowers blooms, dark petals stretching out across her shoulders, and her left arm is wrapped in a hawk mid-flight, wings spread wide and talons sharp. As her shirt slips away, I see a serpent coiled along her ribs, scales detailed in dark ink that winds around her waist and disappears toward her hip. Each tattoo tells a story, and I can’t help but feel captivated by the strength and sensuality radiating from her.
Then she’s on top of me, straddling my hips, her grin fierce and challenging, eyes gleaming as if to say, Try to keep up. She takes me in completely, my cock sliding into her right to the hilt, she sets a rhythm that’s steady but intense, her movements controlled, every roll of her hips purposeful, daring me to meet her pace. Her hands splay across my chest, fingers pressing into my skin as she rides me, her gaze locked onto mine, her laughter soft and taunting. I lose myself in her energy, swept up in the thrill of her confidence, the wild abandon that drives her. The heat builds fast, the sensation overwhelming, and I can’t hold back as I climax under her commanding gaze. My hips bucking as I groan, pulsing my load inside her. She watches me with a satisfied smirk, her own pleasure a reflection of the control she holds.
But she doesn’t stop there. Almost before I can catch my breath, she shifts forward, her thighs framing my face as she settles over me, her grin wicked and knowing. “My turn,” she murmurs, her voice low, daring me to keep up. I grip her hips, pulling her into me as I lean forward into her slit, tasting her, feeling her warm thighs envelop my face, the world narrowing down to the sounds of her soft gasps, the way she moves against me, her body responding to every touch, every flicker of movement.
As she writhes above me, her body moving in rhythm with mine, I use my tongue to tease her clit, flicking and circling it until she moans, her hips bucking against me. I lean up slightly, pressing my lips into her folds, tasting her sweetness, mixed with my own saltiness as I explore every inch of her sex. Her legs shake slightly, her breaths coming quicker as the pleasure builds within her.
I take my time, exploring her, drawing out each moan as she presses closer, hips grinding as her breathing quickens, her grip on the headboard tightening as I move up and down, teasing her clit with my tongue. She's so responsive, her body moving in rhythm with mine, her legs shaking slightly as she nears orgasm.
The tension builds, and then, with a shuddering cry, she loses control, her body trembling as she reaches climax, collapsing onto the bed beside me, breathless and glowing. I thought we’d both take a breather, but Abbi has other plans. Her fingers find their way to me almost immediately, coaxing, stroking, bringing me back to full attention with a skill that leaves me breathless all over again.
Once I’m ready, she shifts onto her knees, giving me a playful look over her shoulder as I guide her down, bending her forward, and thrusting hard into her. I take a moment to admire the ink sprawling across her back, a phoenix rising from her shoulder blade, flames licking up toward her neck, a constellation of stars along her spine that flickers with each movement. She growls her approval, her body pushing back against me, and I can feel the wild energy between us building with every thrust. Her hips move in rhythm with mine, meeting each motion, each shift, her voice rising in gasps and half-laughter, half-moan.
I reach around, letting my fingers find her clit, feeling her body respond, her movements more frantic, almost desperate as she climbs closer and closer. She lets out a gasp, her hands gripping the sheets as I feel her body tremble, a powerful release rolling through her, but she doesn't want to stop.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she growls, her voice fierce, full of raw abandon. I grin, matching her intensity, pushing her further, deeper, moving with her as she adjusts, leaning into the energy of the moment. Her entire body pressed against mine as we move together. In a carnal haze of limbs and bare, naked flesh.
The night stretches on, a blur of sweat, laughter, gasps, and tangled sheets. Each climax brings a new wave of abandon, her wildness feeding into mine, our bodies caught in a rhythm that feels unstoppable.
Mark
As soon as I step into the gym, I spot her. My heart skips, there she is, the woman who’s been on my mind since my first workout this holiday. Her hair is striking, dyed a vivid blue with hints of pink peeking through underneath, and her body is as fit and powerful as I remember, toned from obvious dedication. She’s got a lean, defined six-pack, arms that speak to her strength, and a confidence that’s magnetic. Watching her lift weights the other day, I couldn’t help but be impressed, even a bit intimidated. But tonight, I feel a bit bolder, thanks to Katie’s idea to “spread the net,” and I’m hoping for a chance to connect with her.
I settle in, starting my own workout, keeping a respectful distance but noticing when she pauses for a breather. It’s now or never. I walk over, flashing her a friendly grin. “Funny way to spend a holiday, don’t you think?”
She laughs, an easy, warm sound, and glances over at me. “True, but it’s the only way I can justify the all-you-can-eat buffet. I’m Tanya by the way.” She winks, and I chuckle, relieved to see she’s up for a bit of banter.
“Well, it’s definitely working for you,” I say, nodding toward her toned physique. She catches my gaze, and a mischievous smile spreads across her face.
“Oh, really?” she says, putting her weights down and striking a pose, flexing her biceps and then shifting to show off her abs. I can’t hide my admiration, and I let out a breathless “Wow.” She catches my look, clearly enjoying my reaction.
“You like what you see?” Tanya asks, raising an eyebrow and giving me a bold, playful glance up and down.
I clear my throat, feeling a thrill at her question. “Absolutely,” I reply, meeting her gaze.
She grins, eyes flashing with challenge. “Alright then. How about this, if you can beat me in an arm wrestle, I’m yours for the night.”
My confidence shoots up, and I grin back at her. “You’re on,” I say, thinking I might actually have a shot.
We find a bench and sit down, setting up for the challenge. I grasp her hand, feeling her steady grip, and we start. At first, I’m certain I can give her a fair match, but as I begin to press, I realise I’ve seriously underestimated her. Her expression doesn’t change at all; she’s not straining, barely even trying, while I’m already putting in some serious effort. I throw a bit more strength into it, thinking maybe she’s just warming up, but it’s useless, she’s as steady as a rock.
As I glance at her, she grins, arching an eyebrow as if to say, Is that all you’ve got?
I burst out laughing, unable to help myself. “Alright, I can admit when I’m outmatched!” I say, shaking my head as she, with almost painful slowness, presses my hand down to the bench in a smooth, controlled movement. She lets go, crossing her arms with a satisfied look.
“Better luck next time,” she says, clearly amused.
Still laughing, I rub my shoulder in mock defeat. “Didn’t stand a chance, did I?”
“Not even close,” she admits with a smirk. “I’m actually a competitive arm-wrestling champion. I was just waiting to see if you’d be a good sport about losing.”
I grin, feeling nothing but admiration. “Well, consider my defeat graciously accepted. I had no clue I was up against a pro!”
She gives me an approving look, her eyes flashing with something softer. “Good answer. If you’d been a baby about it, I’d have been out that door.”
I’m about to say something else when she reaches for the hem of her sports top, peeling it off in one smooth motion to reveal her lean, muscled torso, the lights of the gym framing her abs with shadows. I’m caught off guard, a bit stunned, as she steps closer, her hands firm on my waist, and before I know it, she’s lifting me, setting me onto a nearby gym machine with surprising ease.
I can barely catch my breath as she positions me, my hips at just the right height for her, her eyes glinting with that same challenging spark. She reaches for the waistband of my trousers, pulling them down, her grin wicked as she leans in close. Her lips find my thigh, trailing kisses upward, and I’m swept up, completely lost in the thrill of the moment, thinking just how glad I am that I took that chance with her.
Tanya doesn’t waste a second. As I sit on the machine, she leans forward, taking my length fully into her mouth, her movements intense, unrestrained. A moan escapes me, and I can barely hold back my admiration as I watch her, every bit as powerful as she is sensual, her muscles flexing subtly with each movement. The sight alone is enough to make me shudder. I pull off my shirt, wanting to meet her energy fully, feeling the rush as her relentless pace brings me close to the edge.
Just as I feel the heat building too fast, I reach down, gently guiding her away. She looks up at me, a teasing glint in her eye as if she knows exactly the effect she’s having. I hop down, catching my breath, and in one smooth motion, pull down her tight shorts, revealing her toned thighs, her body even more stunning up close. She gives me a look of playful defiance, then jumps up into my arms, wrapping her legs around me with ease, pressing herself firmly against me. Even now, she makes it feel like a workout, her body grinding against mine, her strength driving us both forward.
She moves with intensity, her hips pressing harder with every shift, building a rhythm that sends heat racing through me. I feel the urge rise, and then, as she pushes down, I slide into her, and we both groan as her body envelops me. She feels incredible, and her strength, the way she moves with complete control, adds a thrill unlike any I’ve felt before. Each movement is deliberate, her powerful legs flexing around me, her hips driving down with a force that sends waves of pleasure through us both.
My arms begin to burn with the effort of supporting her, the strain almost exhilarating as I hold her in place, feeling the hard lines of her body pressed against mine. She doesn’t slow, her pace increasing, every thrust more intense than the last. I can feel us climbing, the tension rising with every second, our breathing syncing as we drive each other to the brink. The sounds of our gasps fill the room, and as her nails dig into my back, I feel the final surge building.
With one last thrust, I reach my peak, a release that comes in a powerful wave as she cries out, her own climax shaking through her, her body tensing around me. We collapse onto the floor, both of us gasping, the adrenaline still pulsing as we lie side by side, catching our breath in the aftermath of an unforgettable encounter.
Bex
As Will pulls out, I feel the warmth of his release splash across my stomach, and I lie there, gasping for breath, my body still humming from my third orgasm of the night. Guilt had gnawed at me earlier, the weight of what I’d done with Will pressing down. But as the night unfolded and I’d thought of Mark out there, likely experiencing his own escapade, I let myself surrender to the moment, to the intensity of this holiday and the freedom Katie’s idea had brought.
I give Will a final kiss, a silent thank you for the night we’d shared, and slip on my clothes, feeling a strange mix of exhilaration and peace. Leaving his room, I make my way down the corridor towards my cabin, only to see Mark coming from the opposite end, a relaxed grin on his face, his eyes bright. He looks good, happy, content, and I feel a wave of warmth, knowing he’d enjoyed himself too.
As we enter our cabin, I hesitate, the memory of last night surfacing, and something within me says I need to tell him the truth. I take a deep breath, turning to him, and admit, “Mark, I need you to know that I was with Will last night too, before we’d made the decision together. I wanted to be honest.”
For a moment, he’s stunned, his eyes searching mine, processing. He’s quiet, considering what I’ve said, and I can see him piecing it together. Then, slowly, he nods, a calm understanding settling over him. “Katie’s idea to ‘spread the net’ tonight, she knew, didn’t she? She was trying to make it feel balanced, to make it easier for us.”
I nod, relief flooding through me. “Yeah, I think that’s what she was doing. I know I messed up, but I felt like tonight was a way to even things out.”
Mark pauses, letting my words sink in. Then, with a small smile, he admits, “Honestly, the woman I was with tonight, I’d been eyeing her since day one. I don’t know if I’d have turned her down even if we hadn’t made the plan.” His eyes soften, and he steps closer, reaching for my hand. “This holiday has brought out something new in us, hasn’t it? But maybe we just need to be open about it. We’ll decide together.”
I squeeze his hand, my heart lifting as relief and understanding settle over us both. “Agreed. We talk first, make sure we’re on the same page.”
We sit down together, and as the conversation unfolds, we start recounting the adventures of the last few days. I tell him about my flings, my encounters, each word filling the air between us with a mixture of laughter, surprise, and lingering desire. Mark responds, sharing his own moments, his own explorations. The room fills with warmth, a rising energy, and before I know it, I’m lost in the spark of it, our connection reigniting in a way that feels deeper, more exhilarating.
Without needing words, we find ourselves undressing, the excitement of our shared stories blending with our own desire. As he moves over me, I feel a thrill surge through me, knowing we’re here, together, stronger and closer than before. His hands find mine, our fingers interlocking as he begins to move, our bodies meeting in an unspoken rhythm that feels timeless, primal.
As he thrusts into me, our words turn to gasps and whispers, the memory of each shared adventure driving us further, our excitement building in unison. The way he looks at me, the way he moves, fills me with a fierce, undeniable passion, and together, we let go, our bodies tangling, our hearts in perfect sync as we give ourselves over to the night, long and deep into the early hours.
