Queena and Natalie appeared at first glance to be total opposites, but they had become closer than sisters within a few days of meeting one another. Queena, a daughter of hard-working Cantonese immigrants to Canada, was wide-eyed, naïve, and very shy when she arrived at the fancy Swiss finishing school. Her conservative parents had shipped her off when they had caught her masturbating to pictures of half-naked rap artists. Natalie was the daughter of a Danish model and a very wealthy American businessman. Her parents remained married but were rarely in the same place. Natalie had spent most of her life in a hotel or on an airplane, it seemed to her. Switzerland would be the closest thing to a constant she had known in a long time.
If Queena’s parents had thought a Swiss boarding school would somehow shield her from inappropriate desire or wanton behavior, they were sorely mistaken. Most of the students and half of the faculty had been exiled to St. Paul’s for far greater sins. That wasn’t Natalie’s story. Her parents were sexual libertines who applied no more inhibitions to their daughter’s sensual habits than they did to their own. They just didn’t have time for her.
Assigned as roommates, the outgoing Natalie brought Queena out of her shell almost immediately. A tall, leggy blonde like her Scandinavian mother, she went out of her way to fawn over Queena’s long dark hair, deep dark eyes and curvy body. It filled Queena with confidence and titillation that this great beauty thought she was pretty, too. Natalie helped Queena with her makeup and taught her how mild modifications to their ancient school uniforms – letting a button slip open on the tight white blouse, or hiking their black skirts up an inch or two -- could make certain members of the faculty squirm. Natalie talked brazenly about which teachers – male and female! – she intended to bed before the semester was out. Queena was shocked but also turned on by Natalie’s forward lustfulness.
“Who do you want to do?” Natalie asked. “I swear Ms. Wolfberg can’t take her eyes off of you.”
“I’ve never …” Queena stammered.
“Oh, not into girls? I get it. No offense or anything. I just think she’s hot and she definitely has a thing for you,” Natalie said.
“No. I mean. I don’t know. I’ve never been with a girl. Or… a boy,” Queena confessed with embarrassment.
“Holy shit, Queen Bee. You’re a virgin! And here I am just being a total slut,” Natalie said, now more embarrassed than Queena.
“It’s OK. I like it. I mean, you’re not a slut. I just. I mean, I’ve never even kissed anybody,” Queena explained, almost sad.
“Oh, sweety. Get over here.”
Natalie ever so gently kissed Queena’s perfect pillowed lips. They both giggled. Natalie stroked Queena’s hair and then kissed her again, a little harder. Queena pressed into the kiss and felt sparks when Natalie’s tongue explored her mouth. And that was it. Queena gave herself wholly. Natalie guided her the rest of the evening until well after lights out. Kissing and fondling for hours, eventually tribbing, fingering and licking one another, Natalie gave Queena her first orgasms from other than her own hand or pillow. They awoke wrapped around one another in Natalie’s bunk, and that is how they would wake most mornings for the next two years at school.
They seduced the field hockey coach together, and so Natalie got to watch Queena take her first cock. Father Arnold, Dean of Boys, was a bit of a surprise, possessing a substantial pecker and a strong penchant for spanking. And buggery of course. A first even for Natalie. They applied the good Father’s carnal teachings to a prissy English girl in the class above them, swatting her into such a state of excited submission that they both got their salads tossed for the first time. Marco, the maintenance man, was a steady liaison. He was from the Italian region and spoke little in any language, but he was great at fucking, and both Natalie and Queena would forever find the smell of oil and sawdust an aphrodisiac, so often did Marco slam them into ecstatic oblivion in his cluttered work shed.
They finally got to Ms. Wolfburg as well, who proved to be much more elusive prey than Natalie had surmised. It took to the end of the school year and they had to make a high-risk frontal assault, following Ms. Wolfburg home after classes. They pressed past her surprised look into her apartment, and before she could make a protest, stripped down to their knee socks. Ms. Wolfburg’s propriety gave way at the site of the naked beauties. She poured them all a brandy as she too shed her prim clothes. She let down her long hair and revealed her milk-white curvy body to Queena and Natalie's lusty gaze. They took turns eating and being eaten by the hot ginger-haired math teacher, bringing her to pleasure over and over.
“Well, both you girls are going to get A’s,” Ms. Wolfburg laughed, sprawled across her sofa.
“I’m pretty sure I already had an A,” Queena protested.
“Ha! Yes, I’m certain you are right. A letter of recommendation then!” Ms. Wolfburg countered.
“Well, I’ll take the A! And I think I’ll take a bit more of that tongue as well,” Natalie announced as she lowered her shaved pussy to Ms. Wolfburg’s willing face.
Natalie and Queena were largely inseparable their entire time at school. Hopping trains and planes on holidays on Natalie’s dime, they left a trail of love-struck men and boys, and women and girls, all around Europe and the Mediterranean. Their separation began when Queena went off to university, and Natalie followed in her mother’s footsteps to try modeling. Out of Natalie’s constant aura, Queena’s erotic adventures cooled and she turned her energies to building a career, and even began a relationship with a steady boyfriend. She felt no guilt or embarrassment at her wanton days with Natalie, but it seemed a phase that she needed to move past if she was to fulfill her family’s wishes for career and family.
~
Ten years from their first meeting, Queena and Natalie’s lives were pretty much as had been laid out for them. Queena now lived in Toronto and was a junior exec in a large financial firm. She was married to a handsome fellow Canadian. Her parents would have preferred someone from Hong Kong, but otherwise, she had checked all the right boxes -- so long as grandchildren arrived eventually. Natalie’s modeling career had not taken off fully, but she had enough of an Instagram following to keep her in spending money and new outfits. Her parents' money meant she didn’t need to really worry about cash anyway. She too settled down, a bit, establishing an open but steady relationship with Jack, a very successful American ex-pat, a dozen or more years her senior.
Natalie and Queena saw each other rarely, but they texted and called weekly, and remained completely open with one another. As Queena’s fifth wedding anniversary approached, she confessed to Natalie that she was feeling worried about the path that she and her husband, Sam, were on. At only twenty-eight, she was not ready to settle into sexless parenthood. And yet that seemed to be where they were headed. Queena had lifted Sam’s sexual knowledge and interest in their first years together, but now he seemed content with vanilla sex once a week. She was not, and she wanted to shake things up.
Vanilla is definitely not Jack’s preferred flavor. He’s forty but you’d never know it. He fucks like a bull and can never get enough, Natalie shared via text.
What if we took a couples’ vacation? Maybe being around you guys … and maybe seeing us together … would help him snap out of it, Queena proposed.
Oooh, we should swing! Natalie typed with generous emoji enhancements.
Believe me, I’d be IN! But I’d settle for just getting Sam horny again. I don’t think he’s the swinging type, Queena replied with laughing and crying emojis.
I have a feeling you and I can convince any man to do just about anything! Natalie answered with a string of eggplant and water drop emojis.
Jack had heard stories and seen plenty of pictures of the gorgeous raven-haired Queena. He took little convincing. An avid sailor, he booked a charter for the Dalmatian coast for the four of them. They could toggle from secluded beaches to the quaint and sexy tourist towns and in between cruise in peaceful tranquility. Knowing Natalie, she’d be naked within minutes of being on board. If that didn’t get this Sam guy revved up, nothing would. Jack got hard just thinking about it.
They met in Zadar and picked up the boat, an 18-meter catamaran. Not a real sailboat in Jack’s eyes, more like a London flat with a sail. But it was perfect for these waters and what he and Natalie had in mind: leisurely cruising with lots of sunbathing and fucking.
True to Jack’s prediction, within an hour of setting sail Natalie was nude on the taut trampoline tarp that stretched between the two hulls at the bow. Sam’s eyes bugged out as the winsome blonde sashayed past him without a care. He took in her long legs, smooth mons and perky ass and tits while trying to seem as if he was just looking at the Dalmatian mountains. Jack smiled knowingly.
“Queena! Queena! Get up here! And bring the suntan oil!” Natalie shouted.
Queena, in a bright red bikini that showed off her full firm round ass and tight rack to perfection, climbed along the deck to the bow. She was small in comparison to Natalie – barely five feet. Jack loved her tiny shape. She was curvy but firm, with the thick muscular thighs and the sinewy back of an athlete. Unlike Sam, Jack was not shy at all about taking in every inch of her lovely body with his eyes. Sam and Queena both took the note.
When Queena got to the bow, she too shed her bathing costume and joined Natalie naked on the trampoline. The breeze and the distance made it impossible to make out what they were saying, but Jack and Sam could hear their laughter, and they could watch them slowly and sensually massaging oil onto one another’s back and front. “I think we are going to have a lovely fortnight,” Jack smiled. Sam gulped with apprehension. But he also realized he was sporting a full erection under the spandex of his swim trunks.
They spent the first night in a small harbor at one of the many dozen islands that dotted the coast. A few other boats were there as well. The girls swam while Jack made dinner and Sam pretended to study the charts, stealing glances at the frolicking naked girls whenever he could. Jack fashioned himself an amateur chef and using their fresh stores made a delightful seafood pasta. The girls ate wrapped in towels as the couples killed a few bottles of Slovenian white wine. In time Queena and Natalie winked at each other and took their men by the hand and led them to their respective cabins. Essentially each couple had a hull to themselves, each with a bathroom, sitting area, and large – by boat standards – bedroom. The expansive salon sat above and between them, but effectively all that separated them was a couple of meters of air and a few centimeters of fiberglass.
Each woman, excited by being in the other’s presence again, and titillated by the situation, not to mention the sun and water and wine, attacked their mates, putting on an auditory show. Natalie, always a loud and verbal fuck, was especially so this night, giving directions and narrating their sex.
“Oh, god yes, fuck me. Harder! Give me that dick, baby! Make me cum! Make me cum!” she went on and on, moaning loudly when her orgasm overtook her. Jack enjoyed the performance, understanding that it was not just for his benefit. In time he could make out the animated sounds of Sam and Queena as well and he felt certain that the girls were engaged in an erotic conspiracy. Hearing Queena moan over the sounds of the sea lapping at the hull spurred his cock back to full mast, and he took Natalie again, this time roughly from behind. Holding her down and pulling her hair as he knew she loved, he thrust into her with loud slaps, groaning, “What do you two little sluts have in store for us?!” as he shot his load into the cleavage of her lovely ass cheeks.
The girls amped up their teasing as the foursome island-hopped their way south. Natalie and Queena never wore more than a towel or a beach wrap and were nude most of the time. After constant badgering, the boys joined them in their au natural state. Jack and Sam were in a near-constant state of arousal, which encouraged the girls all the more. Now they had a real-time indicator of how well their sexual taunting was working. Each became more aggressive in targeting their counterpart’s beau, which was getting everyone heated up. Jack’s “big dick energy” turned out to have an actual basis and Queena moistened just thinking about a big, different cock probing her holes. An ex-American footballer, Jack was a bear of a man, nearly two meters tall, with thick thighs and ass and a powerful barrel chest. Ruggedly handsome, he sported a dark beard and shaved head, and had piercing dark brown eyes.
Sam was much smaller than Jack, but quite fetching in his own way. He was a total gym rat with ridiculously low body fat, and he was movie-star handsome, with almost feminine sharp features, a head of perfect sandy hair, and pretty blue eyes. Natalie made a point of running her hand across his granite chest, back and ass every chance she passed him. His cock wasn’t the ramrod that Jack sported, but it was perfectly proportioned, with a gentle curve and thick veins when fully engorged, which seemed to be the case every time Natalie got close to him. She literally salivated at the thought of taking him in her mouth.
The girls closed their venial trap on just their third night, after spending an evening in Dubrovnik. After being naked for days, the girls donned sexy cocktail dresses and heels. The transition was very sexy and the boys enjoyed how their “dates” were admired and ogled by tourists and locals alike as they walked the cobblestone streets. They ate a lovely seaside meal and then danced to a band in one of the squares, changing partners often. As they walked back to the marina, Natalie and Queena had their arms around each other with the boys on either side. When they got back to the boat they collapsed on top of one another on the large settee and began to make out like the bi-curious school girls they had once been. Jack smiled, not at all surprised, having seen his girlfriend make out with many a woman in their time together. Sam, on the other hand, was flabbergasted. His shock only increased when Jack appeared in his line of view, naked and pulling at his huge member. Sam awkwardly joined in the self-stimulation, still not believing what he was seeing, or doing.
Natalie and Queena had discarded their mini dresses and locked their bodies into a tight sixty-nine. Queena had slept with women other than Natalie, but had never enjoyed it half as much, and she was unleashed with long-dormant passion for her old friend. Natalie ground her hairless puss into her friend’s face at the same time that she pulled Queena’s legs back and farther apart. From above she stabbed at the dark puckered asshole and neatly trimmed pussy of her BFF. As she probed Queena’s ass deeply with her tongue and thumbed her clit, Queena groaned a sound Sam wasn’t sure he had ever heard from her or any other woman. Queena wrestled herself on top of Natalie and perched above, gyrating her asshole, perineum and shaved lips across Natalie’s face. She was lost in her ecstasy but briefly glanced to see the two handsome naked men jerking their meat within an arm’s length. She winked at Sam and then beckoned Jack closer to her. To Sam’s astonishment, Queena replaced Jack’s hand with her full Asian lips as she wrapped them around its bulbous, oozing head. With the excitement of a strange cock in her mouth, and the spectacular sensations of a familiar tongue between her legs, Queena rolled into orgasm, moaning her delight while struggling to keep Jack’s dick between her lips. At last, she failed, arching her back and moaning into the starry night, “Oh fuck, Nattie, yes, I fucking love your mouth on my cunt!” That proved too much for Sam, who shot three or four arcs of cum onto Queena and Natalie’s lovely sweaty forms.
“There, that’s the spirit!” laughed Jack as he stood with his as-yet-to-be-satiated cock dripping with desire. “Which one of you girls wants this thing?”
“I guess it’s Natalie’s turn,” Queena offered, but then looking at Sam with a purposeful stare, “But save some for me. I want that horse cock in me.” Blood returned to Sam’s prick at the sound of those slutty words from his beautiful wife.
~
Their new sensual course was now set. At some point during the day, sometimes more than once, the girls would become amorous, giving each other pleasure which quickly inspired their men to give them a hard fucking. Queena, pent up after more than a year of missing great sex, and a decade of missing sex with Natalie, was the primary instigator. She attacked Natalie when the spirit moved her. She fondled the guys … even spontaneously dropping to her knees to give them a suck when she wanted to. Sam was on fire, turned on by his suddenly slutty wife, and excited to have the liberty to fuck the beautiful Natalie. He was jealous of Jack, as Queena seemed to prefer Jack’s dick to his own, but getting to watch his wife in passionate ecstasy was a surprising salve to his ego. And he found that the sight of Jack’s big hard dick did not disgust him, in fact perhaps the opposite.
As the trip wore on, Queena’s desire blossomed to full openness. Her original mission to spur Sam’s libido back to life had been successful. Now Queena was focused on her own pleasure and stretching the high that she got from returning to her bi-kinky youth. She enjoyed the power she had over all three of her fellow cruisers. It was a switch from her teenage years when Natalie had been the instigator and director, and both now found they liked the newly dominant little Queena. Jack’s desire was intoxicating and Queena enjoyed being lusted after – not to mention well fucked – by this studly man. She realized she enjoyed her power over Sam most of all. He seemed to relish the torture of watching her with Natalie and Jack, and taking his pleasure based on how Queena instructed him to. In her firm hands, he could let his inhibitions fall, doing and enjoying things he hadn’t previously imagined.
The heavily featured coast of Montenegro was their final point of sail before returning north. Tucked into a tiny fjord-like bay amidst towering limestone spires, Natalie and Queena put on their now routine afternoon show, kissing and tasting one another as the boys looked on in turgid states.
“Oh, fuck,” Queena suddenly said, breaking away from a breathless Natalie. “I keep forgetting. I have a little gift for us,” she said, running off to her cabin. Jack comforted his turned-on wife by lapping at her pussy until Queena returned. Wrapped around her sexy waist and ass was a strap-on belt complete with a curved, black dong, and in her hand was a bottle of lube. “Let’s see if we can fuck as good as the boys, shall we!” Queena said, pushing a willing Jack away from his woman.
“Oooh, this should be fun!” Natalie gleefully smiled, spreading her legs wide for her girlfriend. After a bit of teasing, Queena pushed the lubricated dildo in as Natalie let out a deep moan. “Yeah, do me, baby.”
While not a first for Natalie, it was for Queena, and it took her a bit to get the proper rhythm. As the nub of the “cock” pushed against her own clit, Queena became more animated, getting pleasure at the bottom of every thrust. She picked up the pace, making Natalie squeal.
“Fuck, you’re such a beautiful slut,” Queena hissed as her passion increased. “Roll over.”
Natalie turned onto all fours and looked back at Queena and the boys behind her. “Fuck me, Queena. Fuck me hard.” Queena did exactly that, spanking Natalie with sharp swats as she banged away. Jack stepped closer.
“Suck him,” Queena instructed, and Natalie took her man’s big member down her throat, impaled now from both ends. Sam was beating off furiously, hoping to get his share soon.
“I’ve got another idea,” Queena now announced. She pulled out and lay back on the settee. “Climb aboard.” Natalie posted on the fake cock as she looked down with adoration at her gorgeous Asian girlfriend.
“I love you,” the girls whispered to each other, nearly simultaneously.
“I think you could use some more attention,” Queena said with a smile. “Hey, Jack, you want to DP your girl with me?” Natalie broke into excited goosebumps at the thought. Jack needed no convincing. He lubed up and knelt behind a near-breathless Natalie. He pushed into her well-trained asshole, meeting more resistance than usual with the strap-on filling Natalie’s vulva. As he pushed past her muscle ring, the sweet sensation of two cocks moving inside her caused Natalie to reach an altered state. She rocked on Queena’s “dick” as Jack pistoned in and out of her ass slowly. Queena put a thumb on Natalie’s clit and sent her into the initial waves of orgasm.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck. Fuck! This feels so fucking good. Don’t stop! Don’t you fucking stop!” Natalie shrieked. She spasmed uncontrollably, her open mouth dripping saliva onto Queena’s chest as she groaned an unending “Ooooh!” She squeezed Jack from her ass and rolled onto the deck. “Oh my fucking god, that was good.”
Queena stood over her, undoing the belt. “I think I need some of that,” she said, tossing the contraption onto Natalie’s belly. The rubbing dildo had teased but not satisfied her, and now Queena was desperate for the kind of release Natalie had just experienced. Natalie, still disoriented and breathing heavily, followed Queena’s direction. Soon Queena was in the same position Natalie had been, hunched and posting over her girlfriend, with her splendid, spread ass awaiting attention. “OK, fuck my Asian ass!” she said. Sam stepped forward, his cock dripping and ready to burst. “Oh, not you, Honey. I want Jack’s big thing up my butthole.”
“Oh, thank God,” Jack said with a smile, much to Sam’s disappointment. Jack re-lubed and worked his head against Queena’s taut sphincter. He’d wanted her ass from the first time he’d seen her in a bikini on deck and he nearly blew with excitement as he gently pushed into her. Queena was not nearly as practiced as Natalie at this particular carnal act, but, unbeknownst to Sam, she often used a vibrating anal plug during her solo sessions, and she’d taken cock anally in her younger days before Sam, so she was hardly an anal virgin. Still, Jack was a big boy, and it was a bit of a painful adjustment. Soon enough, however, she was huffing and puffing with the same enthusiasm as Natalie.
Jack cupped Queena’s breasts from behind, pinching her nipples between his fingers. Every nerve in Queena’s body vibrated with pleasure. “Oh. My. Fucking. God!” she moaned, leaning down to French kiss her girlfriend. As Queena at last contracted in a shuddering orgasm, Jack shot ribbons of spunk into her pulsing anus. The heaving, sweaty pile of flesh that was Natalie, Queena and Jack, slowly separated. Queena rolled onto her back and pulled her knees to her chest, showing off the stream of white juice oozing from her hole. Poor Sam stood, hyper-excited cock in hand, in utter frustration.
“You want some of this ass, Baby?” Queena asked with a torturous, teasing smile. Sam nodded, dumbstruck. “I thought so. Why don’t you clean it up first?”
Sam had eaten the first ass of his life just a few days earlier, when Queena had pushed his face between Natalie’s quivering cheeks and found that he liked it so much he willingly performed analingus on his wife and Natalie on each of the nights that followed. But he had never, ever tasted semen before. Not even his own. He half laughed, and shook his head slightly, as if to say, “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, come on, Baby. You’ll make me so happy. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander as we say in Canada. And you can fuck my ass like Jack did, if you do a good job.”
Desperate, Sam knelt before his beautiful, sullied wife and did as he was told. He found he didn’t mind the salty milk taste of Jack’s spew, and he absolutely loved pleasuring his wife’s inner cheeks and asshole. In time he entered Queena’s well-stretched, well-lubricated asshole, and added his own cum after only a dozen thrusts.
~
They changed their heading to northbound. The up-to-now-perfect weather changed suddenly, and they struggled with steady rain and rough seas that followed them up the coast. They needed to make good speed to hit their appointed return time, and had to work the boat in long jibes, requiring all four to tend the sails and watch out for a violently swinging boom. It was a lot more work than they were used to. For two days there were no leisurely afternoons sunning and swimming, and no swinging fucks on deck during the cocktail hour. Instead, they ate quickly and crawled into their cabins at night, exhausted.
The weather broke when they were within a half day’s sail of Split, their terminal destination. The girls celebrated by returning to their preferred uniform of an all-over tan. Meanwhile, Jack and Sam ran around readying the boat for return, their erections fighting to get out of their Speedos as the girls teased. Topless was pretty much standard in Croatia, but bottomless was more unusual, especially when the tops and bottoms were world-class beauties like the tall blond Natalie and the exotic (for Croatia) Asian Queena. The marina broke into minor applause as they docked in Split, as more than a few horny captains and passengers watched the girls literally dancing naked as the boat slipped into port. Natalie, Queena and Sam gathered their stuff and grabbed a taxi to their hotel, while Jack did the walk-around with the charter service.
Jack had booked a huge, fancy double suite with a view of the sea and the Split promenade. Queena and Natalie squealed with excitement as soon as the door opened, racing to shed what few clothes they had put on to share a shower together. The rhythm of the ocean still moved within them as brilliant, hot water cascaded down their bodies. As well-appointed as the boat had been, the hard pressure and consistently hot water of a land shower was a revelation. They kissed and fondled one another as they washed and giggled and planned their swan song with the boys.
After a few days without sex, everyone was extra horny. Jack had gotten to the hotel by the time they got out of the shower and he wasted no time attacking both girls as Sam tried to join in. Queena and Natalie teased them for a bit and then announced, “Now, now, get your stinky selves bathed and then take us shopping!” Queena and Natalie were as sex-starved as the boys were, but they stuck with their newly hatched plan to tease them into an absolute frenzy. They wanted both guys rock-hard, dripping and desperate when they finally did get busy.
They hit Prada, Fendi and Valentino as they walked Split’s shopping lane. The guys just wanted to go back to the hotel, but Queena and Natalie kept their interest by flashing them, and pulling one or both boys into the dressing room when the shopkeeper wasn’t looking. Eventually, they wound up at a swanky rooftop restaurant that overlooked the old castle and the sea beyond.
They had essentially changed as they shopped, trading their sailwear for evening resort wear piece by piece as they went from boutique to boutique. The boys looked great in slacks and linen blazers, and the girls looked deadly in their new ensembles. Natalie was in a long patterned skirt that hung precariously low on her hips while a slit ran high along her right thigh. A white silk midriff blouse with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline, accentuated with a new coral necklace, completed her look. Every eye in Split would have been glued to her if were not for the stunning Asian walking alongside. Queena was in a red mini-dress. It had a plunging scoop neckline and was utterly backless, diving so low that her cute back dimples were on display. She struggled along the cobblestones on four-inch heels that elongated her muscular calves and thighs. Every tongue in the restaurant was on the ground taking in the handsome foursome as they were escorted to a central table.
The girls kept up their merciless teasing, fondling the boys under the table, sneaking kisses with them and each other, and reliving the highlights of the trip, most of them revolving in some way around sex. They never made it to dessert. Eventually, their teasing got to the girls themselves, and they left for the hotel with their entrees hardly touched.
The girls were naked except for their heels and jewelry within seconds of entering the suite. They dropped to their knees and sucked both guys off, alternating between the two and sharing pre-cum kisses in between. At one point, Queena pulled both cocks into her mouth and ground their slick heads together with her swirling tongue. “Fuck, that’s hot,” Natalie said, as she moved behind the guys to lick at their asses while Queena pleasured their cocks. Sam was in heaven but nervously glanced at Jack, who didn’t seem to mind as he groaned in pleasure. When Natalie traded her tongue in his ass with a moistened index finger, Sam lost it, exploding into Queena’s distended mouth. With forty-eight hours of buildup, Sam shot quite a load, and it spilled from Queena’s mouth onto her chin, neck and pretty tits.
“Such a bad boy!” Queena scolded at the same time that she enjoyed her husband’s spunk. “Why don’t you help me clean this up.” Without hesitation, Sam dropped to his knees and lapped up the puddles of semen. “Oh my, you really like that now, don’t you?” Queena asked, knowing the answer. “Let’s see what else you like.” Queena returned to sucking Jack and then pulled out to offer the engorged head to Sam. Sam glanced up at Jack, who grunted and thrust his cock toward Sam’s mouth. Sam took him in and surged with excitement as Queena and Natalie urged him on. “You are so fucking sexy, baby,” Queena cooed as she stroked Sam’s hardening cock.
“Natalie, take over,” Queena instructed as she walked to one of the bedrooms. Natalie stroked Sam’s meat while sucking Jack’s ample balls. Jack wasn’t particularly into guys, but he’d topped more than a few in situations like this, where Natalie was sharing. Sam was astounded with himself, but he found he enjoyed the feeling of Jack’s smooth, firm head moving in and out of his mouth.
Queena returned with the now familiar black strap-on and Jack smiled at what he was sure was the next step. Sure enough, Queena encouraged Jack to lie down, with Sam now servicing Jack’s cock on all fours. Queena tongued Sam’s ass, then positioned the lubed black dong against Sam’s virgin (so far as she knew) asshole. He moaned with alarm as Queena worked her way into his anus. It hurt like hell until it didn’t, and then a wave of warm intensity came over Sam as his prostate was worked as it never had been before. Natalie sat on Jack’s face, looking back at her gorgeous girlfriend fucking her handsome blonde husband. It was all too much and she began to cum in heaving groans. She shrieked in frustration when Jack pushed her off him.
“Let’s switch this up so we can all cum,” Jack announced. He wrested his dick from Sam’s disappointed mouth and crawled behind Queena. “Get your ass and pussy in his face,” Jack instructed Natalie, as he sank his thick cock into Queena’s dripping snatch. Natalie backed her ass onto Sam’s willing mouth and ground up and down as she felt her husband’s and Queena’s alternating thrusts echo through Sam to her twat.
“Oh fuck, yes! Fuck my juicy cunt while I fuck my man!” Queena cried in pleasure, as she gave Sam three hard smacks on his firm ass.
It didn’t take Natalie long to return to her orgasmic plateau, groaning encouragement to them all as she spasmed in pleasure. Queena was next as the twin sensations of Jack’s cock in her pussy and the nub of the dildo against her clit brought her off. Her contraction put Jack to the brink and he shot a load deep into her pussy. Natalie repositioned herself to help Sam, crawling under his six-pack abs and sucking his cock. “You like that, baby?! You like my dick in your ass while my girlfriend sucks you? You like that, baby?” Queena taunted.
“Yes, yes, I like it. I love it! Fuck me, Queena. Fuck me hard,” Sam pleaded. Queena grabbed Sam’s hips and gave him full hard thrusts. Jack stuck his half-softened dick, covered in Queena’s juice, into Sam’s face, and he took it into his mouth without hesitation. Sam grunted as Queena hit bottom over and over, his sounds muted by Jack’s now stiff cock.
“Cum for me, Sam. Shoot into Nattie’s hot mouth,” Queena ordered. Sam pulled away from Jack’s cock and arched in rapture.
“Grrr. Grrr. Grrr!” he cried as an orgasm started deep inside him, moving like a chain reaction from his ass, to his prostate to his balls, and he fired more cum than he had ever shot in his life onto Natalie’s gorgeous face. Queena and Natalie shared a messy, endless cum kiss as Jack jerked a second load onto both of them.
The foursome parted ways at Gatwick, with a ski holiday in Switzerland already on the books. In six months, they would all be fucking again. As their plane took off, Queena wondered if any of their old school friends might be able to join.
