The Triangle - Part 2

Las Vegas Trip – Chapter 1

The three of us loved to go to Vegas. We always seemed to have so much fun with each other just celebrating our young lives. Moira, Liz and myself, who lived together and shared an intimacy that had grown out of our teenage years and was now a seemingly odd but mostly exuberant adventure of intimacy, sensuality and unabashed shared love. We loved each other and loved life and the way we could share it together.

This trip was like many others to Vegas, hastily planned and dependent upon the generous freebees that Liz would get through her work. We were leaving on a Sunday night late to fly across the country and be there in time to spend a few hours in a club before crashing. We planned to return on a redeye flight on Wednesday night and sleep all day Thursday before returning for the perfect length work week, just one day.

This trip was slightly different as Moira had invited a counselor from her work to come along with us and Liz had pulled a few favors to get her a room and airline ticket. I had never met Sydney, but I knew Moira was fond of her. I also knew from Moira that Sydney was transgendered. Moira had explained that she had been first a patient at the clinic where Moira worked and was undergoing some sort of hormonal therapy of which I didn’t understand really. Everyone had loved her there and she eventually became an important part of the clinic according to Moira, being able to give a unique perspective to many of their patients. Moira explained that she didn’t have a lot of money, and just screamed when Moira invited her. Moira was always doing something like that.

It was raining as the three of us made our way from the car and into the terminal that Sunday evening. The lines seemed especially short at security and we made our way to the gate where Sydney was suppose to meet us. The gate area was dim and it looked like a fairly empty flight except for a several small groups of Vegas bound partiers who already had had too much to drink. Liz winked at me when she explained to Moira and I the seating arrangements on the plane. She had, as usual, secured the last row of the plane for us all and my memories flashed over what that usually meant.

“Don’t be such a thinker,” Liz said as she saw me looking at her somewhat cross eyed. “You never know,” she added, sharing a glance with Moira as the two of them began to survey the gate area looking for Sydney.

“I hope she gets here,” Moira said impatiently as she looked at her watch and then around the gate area again. “She is never on time,” she admitted to us both.

“Don’t you be thinking to much either,” Liz said a soothing but direct voice. “You are just such a nice friend to her, love,” she added a few moments later more apologetic in tone as she let her large shoulder bag down to rest on the floor.

“There she is,” Moira said excitedly, her eyes illuminated as she saw Sydney walking into the gate area. “Be sweet,” she said to me softly as we watched her walk up.

I must say I didn’t exactly know what to expect Sydney to be like and I was somewhat taken at the first sight of her. She seemed like a beautiful woman to me as I watched her walking up pulling with a small rolling bag. She was shorter than either Moira or Liz and obviously a few years younger, if figured around twenty four or so. Her gate was feminine and her shape sexy shapely hips and thin torso. She was wearing a jeans jacket that covered a grey knit top and short black skirt with grey tights and black flats. Her skin was exotically dark, I guessed Latin in origin. Her hair was jet black, trimmed shorter on top but hanging on the back and sides down to her shoulders. Her hair framed a striking face, slightly rounded with even features, dark thin eye brows and piercing dark eyes that just made you melt when she looked at you.

“Hi,” Moira said beaming and offering a hug as Sydney joined our circle.

“I never thought I was going to make it,” Sydney responded in a very normal female voice and looking around at us as she embraced Moira.

“Good to see you Syd,” Liz said reaching out to take her hand. “This is Mark,” she added politely.

Her hand was soft and her French painted nails glistened as I took her hand briefly. Her smile was pretty and seductive, her lips full and sexy, highlighted by the red lipstick which she seemed to wear naturally.

“Glad you could make it,” I said to Sydney, smiling as Moira put her hand around my arm.

“Thanks for inviting me,” She returned to Moira who seemed more relaxed now that Sydney had arrived.

“I love your top,” Sydney said to Liz who was standing near.

“Thanks, you are going to love the shopping in Vegas,” Liz said as they began a girl-girl conversation about clothing that I could not participate in.

Who wouldn’t love Liz’s top, her tits were practically falling out of it and every guy in the whole area had checked her out. She always went a little further than she usually did with fashion when we went to Vegas. Her generous breasts and feminine curves stood in stark contrast to the thin torso of Sydney. Her nipples were in plain view through the thin fabric of the patterned bright colors of the sleeveless top.

“Don’t you think she’s beautiful,” Moira whispered to me as we watched Sydney and Liz go on about clothing.

“She is, I guess I am surprised, I didn’t know exactly what to expect,” I said so only Moira could hear.

“She is fun too,” Moira added after a few moments, squeezing my hand to express her excitement.

Moira moved to help Sydney with her bag pulling all of our group’s bags into an arrangement near the area we knew would be the beginning of the queue when they called the flight. Liz moved over near me as we watched them from about ten feet away.

“God, I would fuck her,” Liz giggled out as she moved close to me. “She is just so spectacular, don’t you think,” she added after a few moments, her directness so characteristic.

“I suspect you will,” I answered back quickly, poking her in the side in a flirtatious way.

“Sit by me on the plane,” Liz said softly, turning to the side just before boarding for our flight was announced.

“Sydney thinks you’re hot,” Moira said quietly to me with a devilish smile and an excited look as we waited for the group in front of us.

We all trudged onto the plane with our bags along with the few of the other more rambunctious groups and it appeared that there were only about thirty people or so on the flight. When we reached the back of the plane and our seats, it was clear we were sitting probably ten rows from the nearest passengers. Liz scooted across the three seats to the window seat on the right side as I helped Sydney and Moira with their bags. They naturally took the left seats and I sat down with Liz as she giggled, looking around. The flight attendants did their normal song and dance even joking sarcastically about the full flight. Amongst the chit chat and laughing in our row at the shopping magazine in seat back pocket, we taxied and were airborne quickly. Liz raised the arm rest between us as the flight attendant rose up from the galley behind us and started the in-flight service.

“Don’t be flirting with her now,” Liz said in a quiet sensual voice as she move closer to me as she saw me lean towards the aisle to watch the perky flight attendant’s ass as she walked up the aisle. “Besides she’s not your type,” she added, sticking her finger into my side.

“How do you know that,” I said sarcastically as I again leaned to watch the attendant turn to address a passenger up the plane about a third of the way. “She has nice legs,” I added, knowing my gawking was rubbing Liz the wrong way while she wanted my attention. “Besides, I think we could have some nasty fun with her,” I said finally turning my eyes to Liz.

“You need more women,” Liz said after a long pause, looking into my eyes. “And I know she wants you in her ass,” she said, eyes dancing with the humorous way she intended the comment.

Moira, Liz and Sydney just beamed excitement as we were served several rounds of cocktails in the dark cabin of the plane, our faces illuminated only by the reading lights we had turned on above us. The conversation was light for the most part although Liz, in her usual way, would through in sexual innuendo in the most casual way. The party in the front of the plane had slowed down as we saw reading lights go off one by one and people settled into the four hour flight. Moira and Sydney seemed to truly enjoy each other as I watched them inter act. Moira’s slender frame and model like features made her seem to be much taller than Sydney, although their difference was not as noticeable when they were standing. As the flight attendant collected the remains of the cocktails and snack wrappers, Liz asked for several blankets and pillows which the woman attentively retrieved, bringing several for Moira and Sydney as well. She smiled big as she gave them to us with a somewhat knowing look. I sighed as I settled into the seat and Liz reached up to turn off the reading lights above us and she snuggled up against me, her head turned where she could see Sydney and Moira who were looking at a magazine together.

“Are you sleepy,” Liz asked quietly as she rested her head on my shoulder and adjusted the blankets over us. “I hope not,” she added in a playful intimate voice after a few moments and letting her hand fall down between my legs to squeeze my cock in an assertive and suggestive movement.

“Liz, not now,” I said assertively, moving her hand around my waist as I felt her warmth begin to radiate under the blanket and I watched the flight attendant moved out of the galley area and go up about five rows in front of us, turning on a reading light and beginning to turn through one of several magazines.

“Aw, are we a little tense,” she said playfully, licking my neck with a quick wet stroke.

“Give it a few minutes,” I said relenting to what I knew was going to happen. “Sydney will think we are perverts,” I added with a squeeze around Liz’s shoulders and knowing I loved her touch.

“We are,” she said with another soft giggle, again reaching down and rubbing my cock with more force.

Both Liz and I breathed out together as we watched Moira turn off the reading light across from us as they each pulled the blankets up over themselves and settled into the seats. Liz began to rub me more emphatically as she felt my cock begin to harden.

“You know I love your cock,” Liz said in a breathy voice that was warm against my neck as she continued to massage my hardening cock while she reached along my belt line with her inside hand to release the top of my cotton cargo shorts.

“Are you going to let me take it out baby,” she said with a sensual breathy drawl as she used both hands to unfasten the buttons of my shorts as I looked over at Moira and Sydney to see if they were watching.

Liz was just so sexy I thought as I surrendered to her. She had done this to me on a plane before, in fact, she had somewhat of a thing for sex in public places from time to time and Moira and I would never really know when the time would strike her. Maybe I was tense, maybe it was the surprise of Sydney, my mind couldn’t settle on it as I felt Liz’s warm hand find its way down into my briefs and across my surging dick. Her fingers felt wonderful as she pulled it free and I allowed her to push my shorts and briefs down slightly, all of which was below the dark blue flannel airline blankets.

“I want to make you get all hard,” Liz said as she grasped me firmly and began to stroke me slowly up and down.

She used her left hand to softly stroke my stiffening cock while she teased at my balls with her right. I could feel the rising sexual tension in my body increasing immediately. The fabric of the thin blanket felt somewhat rough against the head of my cock as she slowly worked her magic sending a rush of blood to my burgeoning member.

“That’s good baby,” Liz said softly with a little nibble of my ear, “I love getting you hard Mark,” she cooed out softly, her breath on my cheek as she circled her fingers around the glands on the head of my cock and delicately massaged me teasingly slow and sending pulsing sensation through my entire body. “I know you are going to give me a bunch of your sweet juices,” Liz said in her deepest husky voice as she stroked my balls with the tips of her fingernails and dancing them up my length to where her other hand was teasing my shaft just below the head. “Just don’t shoot it up and hit the ceiling,” she giggle out in her sexy voice as I groaned at her sensual touches, straining against my steely hardness that she had produced.

“Maybe you should keep the blanket on me this time,” I said sarcastically while I let my hand go down over her ass, remembering the last time she had done this to me on an airplane.

The last time Liz had given me a hand job on a plane it was a bit more crowded and Liz was giving me a long slow hand job while Moira sat where Liz was and played with herself, watching Liz, but mostly focusing on herself. Liz keep whispering about what Moira was thinking about as she jacked me slowly, and how she loved to watch Moira masterbating when Liz didn’t know she was there or watching. I think her whispers were more stimulating than her hands as she described Moira touching herself and the expressions on her face and body language that were so erotic. She of course worked me into a complete tizzy and I blew my load straight into the air repeatedly when I came and creating a substantial mess of all three of us. Some of the mess was not discovered until Moira turned on the reading lamp and there were several sticky stalagtites of my sperm sinuously dripping from the overhead bin in full view of those sitting near us if they had turned around to see. The moment made Liz and Moira laugh harder than I had ever seen.

“Looks like we have been discovered,” Liz said as she started to run her hand up and down my length while squeezing my balls between her slender fingers. “Look at those two,” she said softly, licking along the line of my jaw, pushing my view to the left.

I didn’t really react as I looked over at Moira who was leaning back against Sydney who held her as they both watched what was happening. In the dim light, they were motionless although it appeared as if Sydney was fondling Moira as they watched.

“I think they are getting turned on watching us,” Liz said with a guttural sensuousness as she continued to stroke my raging cock and looking over towards the two. “Sydney has no idea how big you are, Marky boy,” she added in a breathy whisper as she now used both hands to jack my raging cock.

“You are such a slutty whore Lizzy,” I said probably too loudly but for effect.

Liz loved it when I talked dirty to her but hated being called Lizzy. It was one of the few ways I could verbally give her a jab, of which she was the master.

“I don’t think you should complain lover boy,” Liz whispered back, knowing she was completely in control and knew it. “I want to show them your big cock,” she whispered low as she withdrew both of her hands from under the blanket and gripped my cock over the blanket, stretching the fabric down over its length to display my erection playfully to Moira and Sydney holding it by the base and wiggling it like a flagpole as she gestured to them both playfully. “I think they should come over here,” she said to me but not loud enough for them to hear over the din of the airplanes engines, eventually raising her hand and motioning for them to sit in the row in front of us.

“God Liz, you are just a pervert,” I said in a surrendering tone, knowing full well I was just her plaything now and there was little I could do but just enjoy her attention as I watched Moira get up and pull Sydney by the hand through the shadows into the row in front of Liz and I.

“Now this could be interesting,” Liz whispered to me, still gripping my cock around the blanket as we heard Moira and Sydney giggling and saw their window seat move back towards Liz to widen the space between the seats in front of us. “Let me move, here you scoot a little” Liz added as she released me and moved over me in one motion, grabbing her small purse, to sit on my left and pushed me onto the space between the seats we had both been occupying and centered on the space between the seats in front of us.

“You’re such a sport, Mark,” Moira said between the seats as I could make out her face on the right sitting in the window seat and half of Sydney’s face along side hers and slightly below, peering at me and the scene with great curiousity.

In the tight space of the airplane, Moira and Sydney’s faces could not have been more than about six to eight inches from the top of the tent that was now made by the blanket supported by my erection, their faces only partially seen in the four or five inch gap between the seats. Liz wiggled about a bit as she reached under her short skirt and pulled her panties down quickly, depositing them partially in the seat back pocket and searching quickly through her purse to retrieve a bottle of lube which she handed me before snuggling up to me on my left.

“Are you comfy Mark,” she whispered softly to me as she let her knee come up over my leg slightly to make herself more comfortable and started to slide her hand under the blanket again.

“Stewardess,” I said loud enough for all to hear as I was the only one who could now see if anyone was approaching, eliciting giggles from all as the flight attendant passed into the galley behind us holding a stack of small plastic cups and napkins. “God you are all going to get me arrested,” I said sarcastically after she passed and as we all tried to play normal while we heard the attendant pull various containers and deposit the trash.

“You guys are crazier than me,” Sydney said in a low voice, causing only more giggling as the attendant moved back forward through the shadows of the aisle to sit where she was seating before.

“Are we ok,” Liz asked quietly.

“I think so,” I said straining my body a bit to peer over the seats towards the front of the plane.

“I’d say your ok,” Liz added quickly and loud enough for Moira and Sydney to hear as she let her hand under the blanket again to grab my cock which was still quite firm but had subsided somewhat amongst the revelry of the preceding moments. “But here, let me have some of that,” she added releasing my cock and cupping her two hands together as I gave them a generous squirt of the clear lube, which she rubbed together, and then reached under the blanket.

“Oh yeah, that’s good,” I said as her warm fingers massaged the oily lube over my shaft, coating it in swirl of two expert hands.

“You like that,” Liz said letting her head rest against my shoulder as she ran her hands and fingers over my entire cock which quickly again began to strain against its own hardness. “That’s a good boy,” she added, feeling the results of her touches.

“God you are so good,” I said to Liz as she plied her skilled hands on me as I spied the silhouette of Sydney and Moira peering between the seats and I tried to relax into the moment, letting my hand slide under Liz’s bare ass.

Liz lifted her leg slightly and I drew two fingers along her moist skin. She felt wet as I strained to push my finger up to her sweet spot as I we watched Moira kissing Sydney on the brow and kiss over her ear. I wondered what Sydney must be thinking as she joined our little erotic triangle. Moira must have given her some warning about what it would be like to spend time with us in Vegas. She must have known I thought something but I really couldn’t focus while Liz now had her fingers interlocked around me, stroking slowly along my slippery cock.

“God you are hard,” Liz whispered to me and sensing my tension with my deep breaths. “Finger me Mark, please……please,” she let out in low breathy voice as I teased her for a few moments and then curled two fingers into her wet sex. “Oh yessss…….. ,” slithered out of her hot breath as she adjusted herself slightly to allow herself to rock on my penetration. “I want them to see,” she added few moments later gripping me tight with two hands.

“Liz,” is all I could get out as she paused and reached up to turn on the reading light.

The illumination of the whole scene, although not bright, immediately transformed the intensity of the situation. I could see clearly Sydney and Moira’s partial faces, their amber tones that had just been dim shadows, their shape and expression, as could Liz. Sydney and Moira were only inches it seemed from the head of my cock which bobbed against the blanket as Liz again reached under the blanket and slowly stroked me. Moira’s sweet expression was reassuring and she looked sexy as she pressed her cheek against Sydney who looked exotic with her black hair spiking over her forehead and her dark eyes piercing me with a look of desire. Sydney’s hand was wrapped around the side of the seat such that her chin rested on it slightly and I could see her white tipped fingernails against the grey plastic of seat side.

“Has Moira told you about Mark,” Liz said softly and with a sexy pause as she pulled the blanket away somewhat but not revealing me, rocking her pelvis on my hand. “There’s a reason Moira and I will never leave Mark,” she added in a teasing voice to Sydney, drawing the edge of the fabric perilously close to falling of my cock which Liz held by the base.

Moira whispered to Sydney as Liz pulled the blanket completely away, revealing my glistening erection to full view. My cock almost looked like a monster in the tight confines of the dark seats, its veins bulging and rosy red head flared in the amber light as Liz held it with a sense of control and displaying it like a trophy to Sydney proudly. Sydney was almost completely frozen as I watched her eyes gaze up and down its length, her fingers rippling around the edge of the seat.

I could see Moira rustling her body and I knew she must be trying to touch Sydney. Liz moved my cock slightly from side to side as I watched Sydney’s eyes follow her movements before Liz started to slowly move her hand up along my length, over the head and back down again, her whole body involved in the motion as she rocked herself on my fingers. Sydney’s eyes focused intently on my cock and she bit her lip as Liz stroked me with one hand slowly as she gripped me with her other hand holding me at attention. Liz was making me crazy as she would tease her hand along me, releasing her pressure to rub on side and then the other with her extended fingers or to diddle her thumb only around and over the head. She was clearly teasing me with her motions but she was also focused on Sydney and giving her a visual tease at the same time. With pleasure pulsing through me, my balls aching, Sydney’s facial expressions illuminated her wonton need, her innate desire expressed so openly.

“You have such a big cock Mark,” Liz whispered in a lusty tone, kissing my cheek while watching her hand massage me slowly in front of Sydney’s face. “I’ll bet she is getting so hard watching us,” she whispered with a quick teasing lick and a little growl into my ear.

It was as if Liz could see what I couldn’t see but we both could see it on Sydney’s face as it happened. When Liz and I saw Sydney’s eyes avert down, her head turn slightly and her fingers grip on the side of seat tighten, we knew that Moira’s hand was now gripping her. Moira was whispering to her intimately. The pleasure in her eyes seemed extreme as she bit her lip and we could feel her sigh as Moira worked her, kissing her cheek and teasing her ear with her tongue.

“Our sweet little Moira has a Sydney’s cock in her hand, lover,” Liz whispered in a lusty growl as she started to move her hand on me faster. “Look at that face, she seems so consumed,” She added whispering with her hot breath and stroking me methodically. “I have seen that look in your eyes, Marky, that place you go that only I can take you,” she muffled out as she held my cock just below the head with her thumb and two fingers, massaging it with a rolling motion.

I couldn’t really say anything as Liz was slowly teasing me along the extreme path of pleasure. I knew that my breathing and the strain in my body was telling Liz all she needed to know. I was seeing the waves of pleasure with the glancing look of Sydney’s eyes, sensing her pleasure, like mine, which was evident in the way she flexed her fingers around the seat and the involuntary way she seemed consumed by Moira, watching Liz tease my glistening cock just inches from her face.

“Do you want to feel him baby,” Liz said to Sydney as she leaned my meat slightly closer to her which twitched with anticipation, glistening in the amber light.

“God what a beautiful cock,” Sydney whispered out almost inaudible, the pleasure of Moira almost making her unable to move as she first reached out and extending a finger from Liz’s hand and up along my length slowly with just the slightest of pressure and then spreading two fingers as she reach the tip and then dragging them back down.

“That feels good,” I said in a low tone straining against her soft touches and Liz’s firm grip.

“God,” Liz said softly as Sydney grasp the head of my cock and teased it with all of her fingers in an erotic display while pushing herself down on my fingers. “God I want you inside me,” she said as I let my fingers wiggle in her wet canal.

I knew I couldn’t take the tease much more when Sydney gripped her hand around my girth firmly and slid it slowly down to Liz’s hand causing a large bead of precum to emerge from the tip of my cock. Sydney’s hand rose up at the sight and she dragged her thumb over the bead of sticky liquid, collecting it and moving it slowly towards her mouth, her eyes rolling back as her tongue moved over her thumb and she suckled the musky taste into her mouth, her seductive expression acute, her slurping smile, invading both Liz and I. When she opened her eyes with a piercing glare of pure erotic ecstasy, I could feel Liz’s body shudder.

“MMMmmm,” Liz let out at the sight of Sydney, “You like the taste,” Liz continued to sensually tease her as she resumed stroking my lubricated cock with an erotic slither of her hand, rolling her pelvis on my hand which was now drenched with Liz’s moisture. Sydney just tilted her head slightly and closed her eyes as she was becoming consumed in Moira’s touches.

“God this is making me so hot,” Liz whispered to me as she and I both watched the pure pleasure in Sydney’s face.

I could barely stand it as we watched Sydney getting more and more turned on watching Liz stroke me slowly. The tension in Sydney’s face climbing along an ascent of intensity as Moira stroked her was so visually erotic, a cocktail of sensual alcohol that you could feel numbing my entire body.

“Cum baby,” Moira said softly, her cheek against Sydney’s as she worked her frantically. “Oh yesssss………. Sydney baby,” she said in a low sensual pause.

Sydney’s eyes rolled and her head bobbed a tense roll to one side, her hand tensed around the side of the seat as Liz and I watched her cum. There was such pleasure in her release, her sensual being revealed so innocently and completely by the display of pleasure. We could see each spasm ripple through the expressions and movements of her face and hand and my body could not have been more charged, my balls aching with each wave of pleasure I saw in Sydney’s face. As her orgasm subsided and she could focus, her eyes met mine for a moment of complete connection. She wanted to say something and we seemed interlocked as Moira drew her head back slightly and lifted her sperm glistening hand to her mouth and licked Sydney’s cum from between and around her fingers, the erotic sight of which made Liz and I both shudder.

“God,” I said, “yes stroke it……oh yes,” I said feeling the intensity rise exponentially from deep within me.

Liz responded with a burst of motions and Sydney let her tongue drop out of her mouth sensually, opening it slightly to invite what I most desperately wanted to expel. Her look was lustful and erotic as she leaned slightly closer, her quirky grin almost impossible to describe.

“Cum on us baby,” Moira let out softly, her face beside Sydney’s, her eyes dancing with anticipation.

“Baby,” Liz droned out in a low growl as she nestled her hand to cup my balls while jacking my glistening meat which strained in the amber light and I withdrew my fingers from her and grabbed her ass.

It was the warmth of Liz’s body against me and the fluidity of her hands. It was Moira’s beautiful lusty glare and the exotic tease of Sydney’s piercing look. It was all this channeling through me and I couldn’t hold it back any longer, my hips rising against Liz’s grasp, my body flexing, that moment at the edge when everything is completely involuntary and there is nothing possible except to let it out. It was so intense everything seemed to move in slow motion as I strained and pushed against myself.

The first spasm of my hot fluids shot out like a white jet, disappearing over both Moira and Sydney causing Moira’s eyes to flutter. The second quickly jumped with equal force and surprise, hitting Moira just above her lip, the thick white blob rolling down across her tongue which she curled into her mouth and Liz kept jerking, then a comet of cum burst through the air hitting both Sydney and Moira at the point their cheeks met, dribbling down over Sydney’s hand which she tongued while opening her inviting mouth wider. My fluids oozed over my shaft and Liz’s hand which tried to manage the explosion as another sticky stream of sinuous fluids landed across Sydney’s tongue, into her mouth and over her face. Liz squealed at the sight as I strained, releasing another sinuous glob hitting both Sydney’s brow, her hair and dripping down over Moira’s tongue which lapped at the white beads of cum on Sydney’s face…. and as the uncontrolled discharge looked like it could not go on any longer and from deep within me, that last push of energy, that momentary pause when you can feel that this must be the last intense surge, where it seems all of your body’s energy is consumed in the spasm, a thick glob burst out with dissipating energy, arcing and disappeared into Moira’s open inviting mouth, its long white milky trail down over her chin and across her fingers.

“God,” Liz said excitedly, “God yes,” she repeated, letting her cum covered hand slow as Sydney swallowed and licked around her lips and raised her fingers to her lips to lick the sticky mess.

Moira raised her head slightly, her mouth partially open as she held my fluids on her tongue and her hand ran over Sydney’s head to pull her back slightly, wanting to share it with her.

“Moira has some more nectar for you,” Liz said with an erotic drawl. “Give it to her baby,” she added watching Sydney open her mouth wide and stick her tongue out below Moira who pursed her lips and drooled out a long white stream of musky cum mixed with her saliva that splashed over Sydney’s tongue and into her mouth, dribbling out of the side of her mouth as she tried to take it all.

“MMMmmm…….. god yes, swallow it sweetie,” Liz grunted out as she drew her own cum soaked hand against her mouth. And we watched Sydney swallow as if she was drinking a sweet wine, her cum covered face glistening while Moira, holding her head sweetly kissed her temple.

I could move. I just let my head fall back, completely consumed by the moment and Liz fell back against me, releasing her firm grip on my throbbing member. My head was swimming and I couldn’t even think when Liz rose up and turned off the light and slipped herself over me facing towards Sydney and Moira, letting one leg shift over mine to straddle me. She grasp my slick cock and guided it to her moist entry and lowered herself down, impaling herself with my full length with a feminine grunt allowing her arms to fall over the seats in front of us. Liz was on fire. Her pelvis ground over me like an wild animal as she rocked herself on my slick pole, grinding and grinding in swirling motions as she moved her hand over herself and diddled her clit. Her wet muscles clenched as she fucked me hard, moving back and forth. I drew my hands along her slender waist and up around her torso, groping over her breasts to pinch her hard nipples through the thin fabric of her top.

I felt a hand on my thigh and realized it couldn’t be Liz’s and it tugged on my shorts on one side and then another, pulling them over my knees slightly. My cock seemed immobile, still hard but not surging as Liz rocked on it mercilessly, frigging herself intensely and clearly fulfilling the pent-up sensual tension that had invaded her body. I wanted to make her fuck her brains out, but could hardly move in the confines of our position. I felt a hand at first, whose I didn’t know, gliding up and massaging my balls which were wet with Liz’s moisture. The sensation sparked a sensual flair in my otherwise numb body and I felt a thin finger go down and slither over my anus with a knuckle, rubbing it firmly and bending slightly to pressure against it for a moment and then withdraw. Liz continued her grinding erotic dance on my length and I felt the end of a finger push just into my ass, causing my cock to jump.

“Oh god,” I said as the finger pushed deeper and then receded.

I felt completely out of control as the finger again pushed into me slightly followed closely by another and immediately pushed deep into my rectum and curled up to glance my prostrate. My ass burned at the sudden penetration but it sent another jolt through my cock which I knew Liz could feel. I then felt the two fingers push again and flutter again over my prostrate and I knew it must be Moira who knew a little too much about anatomy. My cock jerked and danced at the touch with pulses of an intense buzz each time she would push her thin fingers deep and push over the gland.

“Yes….. oh yes,” I faintly heard Liz over the drone, her body frozen as she crested the impatient climb to her now intense orgasm, her body shuttering as she grasp Moira’s hand and pushed her into me to again make my cock jump inside her moist convulsing muscles. “Oh god baby,” she said in a receding tone and breathing hard as she fell back against my chest and I could see Moira grinning as wiggle her fingers one more time inside me and slowly withdrew them from me, giving my balls a little tug as she did.

“Liz,” I said loudly to get her attention as I saw the flight attendant headed back our way down the aisle.

“Oh…. OH, OH,” Liz said not being able to move fast enough and clamoring for the blanket to try and cover us, shifting her weight slightly and trying to move off of me.

“Liz……. Lizzy,” is all I could say, trying to move from under her as my cock slithered from her and popped up between her legs just as the attendant walked past, in full view between Liz’s spread legs and against her glistening shaved pussy as she tried to move herself into the window seat.

“Sorry,” is all I could say to the attendant as she stopped momentarily at the awkward sight, then moving into the galley area, bowing her eyes slightly, although I could see her glance over at the odd sight of our nakedness, my rigid cock in full view.

“Mark,” Liz said impatiently and laughing as she at last wiggled over into the seat and I could finally scramble to pull my briefs and cargo shorts up over myself.

Moira and Sydney were laughing hard seeing what had happened, as they tried to hide against the seats in front of us in a girlish wrestle of amusement. I couldn’t do anything but shake my head as Liz scrambled to try and straighten her skirt and adjust her top as I managed to button myself up and push my shirt down over the waist of my shorts.

“We will now get arrested,” I finally said to Liz who had an apologetic look on her face which quickly turned into a look of sexy enthusiasm.

“Stop worrying,” she finally said, “and hand me those,” she added pointing to her lace panties which still hung over the seat back pocket on the aisle seat.

“Not so fast,” I said in a teasing tone, grabbing them and holding them at a distance to my left. “You don’t really need these,” I added as Liz reached over my body but couldn’t reach them.

“Mark,” Liz said exasperated and falling back into the seat.

“Do I need to take those,” the flight attendant said, grabbing the black lace panties from my hand, surprising both Liz and I with a quirky grin and a tilt of her head as we both sat there motionless and feeling an embarrassing guilt flood over us. “Anything else,” she said after a few moments of exchanging curious looks with each of us as she pushed the undergarment into her front pocket, turning after the long awkward pause to retreat to the galley behind us.

“Mark,” Liz said with an impassioned tone of lost control.

“Hey, just calm down,” I said, looking at Liz with a little sternness in my voice. “I think she just wants some attention”, I added, trying to think through what had just happened. “Let me talk to her,” I said finally and I rose up to the aisle where I could see her tending to a bag of trash in one of those thin under counter bins.

The attendant was wearing kaki shorts and a blue polo shirt, the official uniform of the discount airline we were flying on this trip. She had long slender legs and a nice little ass and wore her brownish hair up in a loose bun with a chopstick looking prong holding it in place as I watched her for a few moments before stepping back into the galley area.

“Hey,” I said as she turned to see me standing behind her. “We’re sorry, we didn’t mean any harm,” I said as her expression looking at me for some sort of explanation that she didn’t seem to want to hear but listened to just make me uncomfortable.

“I guess you couldn’t wait to get to Vegas,” she said calmly with a smirking grin that turned to a smile as I looked at her eyes. “Your girlfriend probably wants these back,” she said with a coy tease as she removed the panties from her pocket and held them towards me slightly, her body leaning against the counter.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I said as I watched her eyes turn flirtatious and seeing an opportunity to diffuse what had just happened. “My girlfriend is the tall brunette,” I said watching for her reaction.

The flight attendant’s head turned slightly to the side as she looked at me, puzzled as she tried to understand what I had said. Her face was thin with high cheek bones and thin brownish eye brows that complemented the shape and contours of her attractive features.

“Liz lives with us,” I said softly watching for her reaction.

“So you live with two women,” she asked slowly, as I could see her connecting the dots in her mind as she put her hand and the panties on her hip. Her posture was curious as she crossed her leg slightly, tipping one foot up on its toes and waiting for more information while her eyes look down to check out my body. “Lucky guy,” she said with a tone of approval.

“Moira says she is the lucky one,” I said, wanting to extend the conversation and what was now a fun little tease. “She and Liz were lovers before I started dating her,” I said after a few moments watching the attendant’s eyes again become flirtatious as she watched me speak.

“That sounds interesting,” she said, smiling with a quirky flex of the corner of her mouth, her eyes dancing with the delight of the little game we were now playing. “Do you always fuck your girlfriend’s lover on planes,” she said in an arresting voice, but clearly wanting to play along, a nasty sexual demeanor beginning to peek out from behind the preppy clothing that was her uniform.

“No……. usually she just jerks me off,” I said with a little laugh, sensing she wanted me to be just as blunt, as I watched her eyes flutter over me and the provocative conversation while she twirled the panties on one finger. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had sex on a plane,” I added to turn the conversation back to her as I let her watch me look at her average sized breasts and then down over her body which she clearly wanted me to look at.

“Maybe……….. I have,” she drew out as her body shuddered over her thoughts.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Liz who was leaning around the corner slightly from her seat, out of sight of the attendant, but listening to our conversation which only made me more deviant in my desire to draw out the sexual innuendo further.

“I think Liz and Moira would really like you,” I said a little louder while maintaining eye contact with the flirtatious attendant.

“I’ll bet you would like to watch us, wouldn’t you,” she bounced back at me quickly her eyes striking a sensual gaze as she flashed a nasty little smile, biting her lip slightly.

“Maybe,” I said, bouncing back her own words and letting her watch me again look over her body.

“Then again,” I said while my eyes deliberately followed her contours.

“Hey, don’t let him flirt with you, he is such a loser,” Liz said suddenly and peered around the corner, surprising the attendant.

“This is Lizzy,” I said in a mocking voice.

“Hi, I’m Kari,” the flight attendant said, smiling widely, “and these are yours,” she added, holding out the lace panties, her body language changing with Liz now standing with us.

“I just can’t keep these things on around Mark,” Liz said with a coy smirk as she reached for the undergarment, folding into her hands and reaching for the slide bolt of the restroom adjacent to the galley.

“I could see how that might happen,” Kari said smiling and turning to me with a piercing look. “Nice to meet you Mark,” she said after a moment, her hand reaching out while Liz entered the restroom. “Then again,” she asked quietly our handshake not finished.

“Then again,” I said softly, pulling her closer, her face just inches from my face, “then again…….. after Liz and Moira have made you scream with pleasure you may never know what might happen,” I spoke softly, my eyes following hers, our body’s close enough to feel each other’s warmth and close enough for me to see an excited tension in her sensual expression.

“You are a naughty boy,” Kari said softly, with a breathy low voice to the intimate space between our faces, releasing my hand and sliding her hand along my length. “I know what would happen,” she said with sensual emphasis, her eyes locked on mine, “I think it would be you who would be screaming” she added, giving me a squeeze and then quickly stepping away.

“So are you in Vegas tonight,” I asked watching her move a small pad on the counter and taking out a pen from the buttoned collar of her top. “We are going clubbing tonight, if you’d like to join us,” I said as she started to scribble across the pad.

“I have to continue on to LA tonight, will be back in Vegas tomorrow for the day…….. maybe I can catch up with you in the afternoon,” she said as she folded the paper and handing it to me. “This is my cell, I get in around noon,” she said with a sexy little grin.

“I’ll probably be at the pool, why don’t we meet there,” I said, pushing the paper into the front pocket of my shorts and reached for the pad to write down my cell number, letting her see me look her over as I imagined what she might look like in a bikini.

Liz came out of the restroom as I was explaining where we were staying and she was somewhat surprised to see me still standing there. “So Marky boy, do let Kari here do her job,” Liz said flashing her characteristic smile, tilting her head slightly and steeping between us to go back to her seat giggling at Moira and Sydney.

“See you there,” I finally said, as Kari gave me a little grin and turned to go about her work.

When I told Liz and Moira about Kari later in the flight, they just laughed and joked about “what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”, telling me to be sure to be a “good boy”. “Good boy” or “good girl” was a code amongst us, meaning you better make sure your partners were satisfied.

We mostly napped away the rest of the flight and upon collecting our bags at the airport, found our way to the resort hotel on the strip where Liz had made arrangements. Liz had out done herself this time. She had booked a huge suite which was really over the top. She had a contact in the sales department that she had thrown a customer to a little over a year ago and she had given us an incredible deal. There were two large bedroom suites, a living room area with breathtaking views of the strip and a completely stocked bar. The bathroom had the largest Jacuzzi I had ever seen, prompting Liz to dub it the “Fuck Mahal” for the large and elaborate marble apron full of pillows and plants that surrounded the sunken pool. Jasmine, Liz’s friend was going to meet us at the club later where we could thank her for her hospitality which extended down to a large fruit and snack basket that sat on the glass top coffee table in the center of the living area along with an envelope full of coupons to the spa and restaurants.

The girls, including Sydney looked spectacular as we headed out to the club a little after mid-night. Moira was wearing a burgundy dress that had a neckline that went almost to her navel and I knew she would be getting lots of looks as depending upon how she positioned herself, her smallish breasts were there for everyone to see. She looked like a European model, her dark long hair, black high heels and her slender frame moved with a grace. Her lips were tinted the same color as her dress and set off her face and the luminous quality of her skin tone. Liz was the knockout she usually was. She was wearing a black dress with an open back, her large breasts stretching the thin fabric which bunched up into a banded neck. The dress had a long open side that went nearly up to her ass, which she lifted up showing off as she gathered her small clutch and gave her short blonde hair a shuffle in the mirror of the hallway to the suite. Sydney wore a dark grey backless dress that also had a low neckline with sweeping lines that gathered on one hip. Her legs looked great as she fidgeted with the strap of her silver high heels trying to stand on one leg. She had a small tattoo on her left ankle that looked like a solar symbol of sorts and I decided I would ask about it later.

When we entered the nightclub, the sound was loud and it was very crowded. The high ceiling was decorated with huge panels that looked like leaves and were painted in multi-colored light that moved. The dance floor was crowded with people as I watched Liz and Moira scurry off into the crowd. Sydney followed them and I found my way to one of the lavish alcoves that surrounded the club, searching for a place to watch people and spy on the girls. Moira and Liz just loved clubs. They loved the energy and raw display of people all trying to get laid and that was what every club in Vegas was about………how quickly could you hook up and get them back to your room. It was always fun to watch and I knew I would get laid anyway.

It wasn’t but a few minutes and the girls had drawn a crowd of guys. Moira just beamed when she spotted me from about thirty feet away, lifting her drink as she gabbed with the group. I knew very well how this would all go. Moira and Liz would find a guy or guys and the tease would be on. A few dances, then Moira and Liz would dance and the show would be on and they were dressed for the occasion. I was usually Liz but not always that would start the touches and before you knew it the two of them would be all over each other which always ended in a luscious electric kiss that would send the guys to the moon. Just when the guy or guys would think it was there lucky night, there would be long good byes and desperation from the guys as they would see their dream night slipping away. It was rare that I would get the signal to go gambling or whatever for a few hours while they had their playtime and I didn’t think that was up for tonight because Sydney was with us.

Sydney was the first to dance with a tall guy that looked foreign. She did look sexy as the two of them danced at the fringe of the group of a half dozen that had converged on Liz and Moira. I ordered a cocktail from the waitress and looked around the club, taking in the female sights as I settled back into the upholstery of the over cushioned seating with dr*ped shear fabric in various colors that hung overhead in the alcove. After several songs, Sydney came over and dropped into the upholstery next to me.

“You guys drink to much for me,” she said, leaning in close as the loud music pounded away. “I will get dizzy if I don’t sit down for a while,” she added, her eyes sparkling in the multi-colored light that seemed to bounce and move off of everything.

“Do you want a soft drink,” I asked as she set her wine glass on the table.

“No, I’ll be fine, I just need to pace myself,” she said softer during a break in the beat with a sexy smile as she touched her neck and tilted her head.

“You aren’t giving up Syd,” Liz said as she approached us and seeing Sydney cross her legs and lean forward. “The night is young,” Liz giggled out with a pirouette that exposed her ass as the music started up again. “Oh there’s Jasmine,” she added, seeing her walk diagonally away from us and scurrying off after her.

“Liz has a lot of energy,” Sydney said turning to me as she giggled, shaking her head in disbelief. “Moira told me about her, but I didn’t believe it,” she added watching Liz walk fast across the club after a tall African American woman we thought must be Jasmine.

“She is a force of nature,” I said, leaning towards her so she could hear.

“I’d say you are the force,” Sydney giggled out, sticking her finger in her mouth and biting on it with a sexy grin.

“Sorry,” I said, smiling as I looked at her eyes.

“I loved it, don’t apologize,” she said smiling and she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. “I really loved it, I mean I really loved it,” she whispered to my ear lingering after her kiss.

“You are beautiful Sydney,” I said, smiling as she moved back slightly but was still close enough to feel her warmth.

“Have you ever been with another man,” Sydney asked, letting her hand rest on my thigh. “You don’t have to answer,” she said smiling as she watched for my reaction.

“No……not really….. I mean, there have been a couple of time the three of us have been with another guy, but I have never done anything. Moira thinks it is something I should do or experience, you know how she thinks,” I explained, trying to make Sydney hear each word above the bellowing beat of the music.

“You know about me don’t you,” she said, striking a sexy pose as she leaned against me and smiled a devilish grin.

“I do, you’re not exactly what I expected,” I said again trying to emphasize each word over the sound of the music. “I mean….. I don’t know, your embarrassing me now,” I added, tripping over what I was saying and not wanting to offend her.

“You should see me naked,” she said laughing as she reached up to put her finger on my chest for emphasis, her eyes darting across my face to try to communicate as she had on the plane.

“I have a feeling……. ,” I said as Liz approached us with Moira and Jasmine in tow.

“I’d like that,” Sydney quickly whispered in my ear as they all gathered up chairs and the soft stools that were scattered about.

“Hi,” I said as I rose up.

“This is Jasmine, our host,” Liz pronounced to Sydney and I, “this is Mark and Sydney,” she said, the music low enough to actually hear Liz from where she was standing.

“Thank you for the room,” Sydney said politely as she shook Jasmine’s hand.

“Yes, I can’t believe it, you are wonderful to arrange all this,” I said reaching for her thin hand after Sydney.

Jasmine was tall, slender and striking. She had long black hair that was teased straight like you see in a fashion magazine. She was wearing a pale yellow dress that fell across her curves gracefully with a hint of suggestion. She had a bright smile and elegant features as she smiled at the introductions. Her nicely proportioned breasts pushed against the fabric of the thin dress, her large nipples like lovely little candy drops, tasty and impossible to resist. She stood tall, her slender legs never ending as they reached down to land on black high heals, her dark skin a foil to the cut of her dress and such a sexy contrast to the girls who stood on either side of her.

“Not a problem, I’d do anything for Liz,” she said, somewhat shyly as we all stood except for Sydney.

“She is mine,” Moira leaned in to tell me with out the others hearing, retreating to a giggle as she watched me check her out.

“Stop it,” Liz said to all of us, “she is to nice,” she added as the music jumped up in beat.

“Anything you want, I mean anything……. you just let me know,” she said to all of us but looked at me as she said the words. “I will be at the pool tomorrow afternoon, call me if you are around, we have an incredible chef at the café and there is always a cabana massage……. completely on me,” Jasmine said, animated as she tried to talk over the music. “I have to go make sure something is happening,” she said to the group.

“Are you sure,” Liz said as she leaned over to Jasmine.

“Working stuff……I will have time tomorrow,” she explained, shrugging her slim shoulders. “I wanted to stop by and say hi,” she added, seeing Liz’s disappointment.

“Its ok,” Liz said as she leaned in to hear a whisper from Jasmine. “Mark will be at the pool tomorrow after lunch I think, look for him, we are all going to power shop, so we may not be there until later in the afternoon,” Liz added above the din of the music leaning forward towards Jasmine, her generous breasts wanting to break out the confines of her skimpy dress.

The small group of guys that the girls had been talking to previously found their way across the room to ask the girls to dance, Sydney included. I fell back into the upholstered bench as I watched them all begin to dance in the crowd, enjoying my drink and the time alone. The room was full of all types who seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. As I watched the girls, especially Moira and Liz, they reveled in the atmosphere. Moira always told me it was in these types of settings that she felt as a woman she had her greatest power. She always said that in general, men, when wanting to mate were most vulnerable and very likely to give in to the women who really controlled the scene in settings like this. It was the scientist in her, a clinical eye that observed that the men very quickly surveyed the available females and selected their mate, continuing their “mating dance” endlessly in an effort to attract the woman they had selected. Women, were less interested in a particular male, but were more open and selective, often wanting to try out different guys before settling on someone to spend the evening with or sometimes not selecting anyone at all.

As I looked around the room, I realized she was probably right. You could watch the activity at various stages in groups all around the room. The guys in the room, often in small groups, looking around the room, casually conversing but radar up, while the women were almost always in larger groups together, mostly paying attention to each other and then the guys would move in. I saw repeated examples as I watched the action, occasionally observing Liz and Moira, who had been moved in on by another group of guys. Liz was usually the center of attention and tonight was no different. I could see the guys in the room eyeing her as she danced, moving between the guy who had asked her and Moira. Their tease had begun and it was fun to watch as each successive guy would make his move on Liz, only to find that she was sharing her attention with Moira. Fun, of course to me, knowing that I would be me that they both would eventually windup with at the end of the evening.

Sydney eventually came and sat with me and we watched the girls together, laughing at the display because we knew what was going to happen next. Liz was particularly rapacious as she danced with Moira from behind during one particular song. The poor guy that was with them about came out of his shoes when Liz slithered against Moira’s back, their bodies moving together as Liz fondled Moira, at one point letting her hand slide up to grab her bare breast under the fabric of her dress. Moira just loved it. They were already making love in her mind. I knew she was thinking that, it was just the public display that was so insatiable to the uninitiated.

Sydney was funny and sensual as we chatted. She claimed a tiredness, but her exotic eyes and attentive posture revealed a sexual energy that she held in reserve. We were both hungry and eventually guided the girls away from the club for a late bite in the all night restaurant which was a giggly scene at best. Liz and Moira had had too many drinks from their unsuccessful suitors and were in prime regalia around 2 AM when we finally all found our way back to the opulent suite that would be our home for the next several days.

“Oh my, someone has been here,” Liz giggled out as the four of us entered the hallway of the suite.

“Who did you pick-up Mark,” Moira giggled out as she reached down to take off her heels, leaning against the pale yellow walls in the marble floored entry way.

From the other room there was the faint sound of music and the lights in the living area were on a low setting with raking downlights on the walls and the shear curtain had been drawn, revealing the spectacular skyline of the Las Vegas Strip. As we walked in we could hear the soft music from large marble bathroom that was dimly lit and there was the faint sound of water bubbling.

“I guess the night attendant must have been here,” Liz said approaching the doorway to the bathroom. “Yummy,” she added as she saw the room, “somebody wants us to have fun,” she said as Sydney and Moira followed her to see.

“The tube is full and there are candles all around the room,” Moira said turning to me as I approached, dropping my wallet and contents of my pockets on the credenza that was on one side of the living area.

“Perfect,” Sydney said excitedly, “we should all have a relaxing bath,” she added as I looked in between them all gathered at the entrance to the bathroom.

Moira looked at me as Sydney made her statement. Sydney and Liz walked out of the room with Liz asking if I could make up something sweet to drink for all of us. I could see it in her eyes, which danced in the candlelight of the room as she grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze as we walked into see the room.

“She is sweet, Mark,” she finally said in almost a whisper, “and besides, I think she has a thing for you after the little airplane fun,” she added, pulling me to turn and look at her squarely.

“I know, I think she is fun and sexy too,” I said softly, pushing Moira’s hair back off her face. “Just a little different for me, that’s all,” I admitted quietly to Moira as I kissed her gently.

“You never know,” she whispered, smiling as we embraced.

“Hey you two,” Liz said giggling as she re-entered the marble bath, completely naked. “I need to pee,” she said as she strode unabashedly across the room towards the small compartment with the water closet. “Marky, don’t forget the drinks,” she said smiling as she turned to look at us as she closed the door.

“Yes, something sweet,” Moira said with a sexy smile, “and don’t be long,” she added as she turned to walk towards the sinks which were on the other side of the room from where Liz was. “I can’t believe this place,” she said to herself as I left the room towards the living area.

I made my way into the bar area of the small kitchenette that was off the living area and found a light switch. I spied martini glasses and brought them onto the counter along with a bottle of Irish Cream Liquor, but the concoction would need something else and I wandered over to the gift basket and saw a clear bag of chocolate covered coffee beans and thought perfect.

As I filled the glasses with ice, I thought about Sydney and what Moira had said. I thought about her sexy eyes and the look of pleasure on her face from the plane. I wondered what she would look like and would seeing her with a dick make me turned on….. and what would I do with her. I could imagine it as I sprinkled about a half dozen or so of the chocolate covered coffee beans on top of the milky cream and ice in each of the glasses. I would just have to see how things developed. I put the glasses on a small tray and carefully made my way back to the “Fuck Mahal” as Liz had put it.

When I came into the room it really did look like a fuck palace. There were three naked women in various poses around and in the Jacuzzi. The music was soft and the candles illuminated the room with a relaxing mood.

Moira lay reclining with her head on a pillow across the front of the podium of the pool alcove. She was striking and sexy, her slender body, beautiful as it rested on the hard stone, one leg making a triangle as it was bent, the other leg dangling over the steps that one walked up to the pool. Her skin was beautiful and she smiled as I looked over her, her smallish breast almost flat as she lay back, each with a firm dark nipple, erect and punctuating her soft forms. Her shaven pussy looked inviting as I felt my own cock twitch at the sight of her.

Liz and Sydney sat in the pool which was bubbling gently, obscuring their bodies somewhat in the dim light. As I set the tray on the marble podium, Liz who was closest, rose up and moved towards it, water dripping off her large breasts and thin torso that glistened in the candlelight and she smile a sexy grin at me as she reached for two glasses and returned to into the pool towards Sydney who was watching me. Sydney sat low in the pool but rose slightly as Liz handed her the glass. She watched my eyes as she rose up a little more revealing her breasts. Her skin was dark and her eyes steady, a shy sexy curl in her smile as I looked at her naked torso which was decidedly feminine with slight shoulders and thin arms. Her breasts were small but were somewhat shapely, slightly lighter in tone than the rest of her body with large dark nipples that stood erect. Her black hair set of her whole body with a mysterious air of exotic sensuality as she acknowledged herself with a little tip of her glass in my direction before she again rested back with the water just above her breasts.

“Hey lover boy,” Liz finally said after the long look between Sydney and I. “Why don’t you join us,” she said with a soft giggle and a sexy smirk of curiosity. “Sydney and I are lonely,” she added as she held the glass above the water and rested against the far side of the pool with Sydney.

“This is so relaxing,” Moira said with a tired sigh as she let her arm dangle down the front of the podium not completely aware of the rest of us, her eyes closed, as her angelic pose of pure eroticism not intentional on her part.

The setting was sensually charged as I unbuttoned my shirt watching Liz and Sydney watching me as I pulled it over my shoulders exposing my torso.

“I like this,” Liz said watching me, her head tilted towards Sydney who was quiet but bit her lip slightly as I released my slacks and pushed them down, letting them fall the rest of the way. “Baby, why don’t you come lay over here,” Liz said to Moira who acknowledged her silently, repositioning herself to the side of the deck of the pool to my left as I stepped out of the fabric of my slacks, removed my socks and walked towards the edge of the podium, pushing the elastic band of my boxer briefs down slightly, watching Sydney as I set my posture to expose myself to her.

“Just such a yummy man,” Liz said softly, herself somewhat entranced with my little tease as she took a little sip from her drink and watched me and then Sydney.

Moira leaned back on the pillows on her side, her legs towards Sydney and she watched her along with me as I rolled the briefs over my semi-erect cock which hung down between my muscular thighs as I pulled the briefs down and let them fall to the floor. Sydney’s expression was frozen as her eyes looked over my body. I stepped up onto the podium as the three sets of eyes were focused on me……or I should say my cock which twitched a little with excitement of the three women watching me.

“How’s the water,” I said as I ran my foot in the warm bubbling water.

“It’s kinda hot,” Liz said with a guffaw as she watched me and then Sydney.

“Yeah, hot,” Sydney giggled and bit the knuckle of her index finger as she watched me.

“It is ho…. T,” I said with a grin at Sydney as I drew out the word play as I eased myself into the water sitting opposite Sydney.

“So anyway,” Moira said with a smile, “what should we do now,” she followed in a deadpan voice, which only produced more giggles as she raised her glass for a toast. “To fun in Vegas,” she laughed out, trying to be serious, her naked slender body like a sensual sculpture perched on the edge of the pool as she leaned on one arm, raising the glass with her other, her long brown hair flowing over her thin shoulders.

“To being naked in Vegas,” Liz said giggling as she moved across the pool between Sydney and I to give Moira a sexy little kiss after which they touched glasses.

“You’re getting me wet,” Moira said with a laugh as the water from Liz’s body dripped over Moira’s breasts and torso.

“That’s the idea,” Liz replied quickly, splashing the water’s edge playfully, sending a blast of the warm water onto her. “I know I can get you wet,” Liz laughed out with a teasing voice.

Sydney watched the Moira and Liz’s playfulness, her dark eyes turning towards me as she smiled and then took a sip of her drink, maintaining her eye contact with me as she did. Her look reminded me of her eyes on the plane earlier. The sensual desire in her expressed with just a casual tilt of her head and the way one eye closed slightly as she looked my way. She looked sexy as my mind pondered her and the thought of touching her and kissing her and how I would react to another cock. I could feel myself getting turned on in anticipation.

“Ok, so Sydney, are we crazy or what? ” Liz asked as she turned and rested on the seat. Moira rose to a seated position with Liz between her slender legs which now disappeared into the pool on each side of Liz. Liz’s green eyes danced as she sipped her cocktail and waited for Sydney’s reply. I could tell that Liz was trying to break the ice in her usual direct way.

“Crazy is not the word,” Sydney replied slowly, her eyes darting between all of us as she searched for what to say, her look curious and somewhat pensive.

“You’re such a love,” Moira said sweetly as she saw Sydney’s reaction. “Its ok baby, you can say anything or do anything, nobody can or will judge you,” she added.

“What is it you want more than anything right now,” Liz added on to Moira, looking at Sydney and then at me.

“Don’t let them tease you Sydney,” I said somewhat softly watching her dark eyes dance with her thoughts as she set her glass on the edge of the pool.

“Why don’t you show us your beautiful body baby,” Moira said in a low sensual voice as she leaned over Liz.

There was a burst of sexual electricity the moment Moira’s words launched out into the air. I could see the energy hit Sydney, who didn’t seem fazed by the request, but her eyes sparkled as she smiled a sexy grin adjusting her body to a more upright posture as she leaned against the side of the pool the water level across her torso just above her breasts.

“So you want a little naughty show,” Sydney said with a sexy grin. Looking at me and then to Liz and Moira.

“Lets see that yummy, yummy body,” Liz said in a low voice as she rested her arms over Moira’s legs and drew one of her own legs up, resting her foot on the edge of the submerged seats, her knee just above the surface of the water.

Sydney pushed herself through the water and out into the center of the pool which was slightly shallower than near the seats. Her spiked jet black hair on the top and sides of her head was still dry as she twirled herself to face away from us as she rose up slowly, her bare back first in view as the water sheeted of the small of her back as she turned her head slightly to her right to see my eyes. Her dark skin glistened and she ran her hand down over her ass, rocking it with a sensual roll. Her hips were slender but had a feminine look. I could feel myself getting hard as I watched Sydney rise slowly up out of the water, her hard nipple standing taunt on her breast in profile as she slapped her ass in my direction.

“I think she wants you baby,” Moira said to me with a sensual giggling groan as she watched Sydney’s playful little display.

“So do you like my little butt,” Sydney said as her rounded cheeks came above the water completely and she leaned forward, stretching her hands over her ass, pulling her cheeks slightly apart, her eyes watching my reaction.

“Oh my,” Liz said in an approving voice. “And all for Marky boy….. you are a naughty girl, Syd,” she added as Sydney slapped herself again.

“All for me……. I doubt that,” I said as she once again gave me a piercing sensual stare.

Sydney’s mouth curled with a little sexy smile as she put her hands on her hips and turned slowly in my direction, letting her legs fully extend as she did to fully reveal herself to me. Her sensual being was completely exposed as she turned, her eyes on mine as I followed her feminine curves down to see her hard erect cock standing straight out and angled slightly up. The juxtaposition of her male anatomy against her outwardly sensual feminine shape was startlingly erotic. She was completely shaven and her dark balls hung like a rounded vessel below her twitching taunt member. Her cock was not as big as mine, but was long with a slight curve, wet and glistening, mostly dark skinned with a reddish head, a freckled pink toned ring of flesh just behind her flaring glands which were slightly asymmetrical. Her sexuality was alarming, outwardly like a woman, attractive, her shape sexy, and the odd vision made me harden even more as my own cock stretched to its full length and I felt the desire to touch myself as she displayed herself so freely.

“MMmmmm…………Sydney’s all turned on baby,” Liz said as she stuck out her tongue with a sexy grin.

“You have a pretty cock baby,” Moira said as she ran her hands over Liz’s arms. “Looks like you need some special attention baby,” she added softly with a low sensual voice.

Sydney moved closer to me, what was now only about two feet or so as she watched me scan her erotic body and then move to her dark eyes which glared a sensual animalistic aura. She paused slightly, letting her hand slide down over the root of her erection, pushing it down slightly in the vee shape between her thumb and index finger, to let the tip of her cock just touch the surface of the water.

“Do you like my body Mark,” Sydney said with a low deliberate voice as she wiggled her hardness slightly while running her left had up over her breast, teasing her nipple between two fingers, a deep breath following her voice as she touched herself.

“Yes Sydney,” I said watching her eyes as I repositioned myself slightly, my cock rock hard with the thought of us touching each other.

“Really,” she asked, almost innocently, but only wanting to know for all her uncertainty.

I paused at first, and then moved my body up and out of the water. Sydney stepped back slightly as I rose up out of the water, my cock erect and standing out as I rested my butt against the edge of the pool, letting its full length jut out in a complete display of my manhood. “Really,” I said finally as Sydney eyes traced over my length, grinning with a sexy smile as it twitched, the two hard cock facing each other.

“Two hard cocks,” Moira said softly to Liz as she stretched her hands again over Liz’s arms, squeezing Liz’s torso between her legs. “I want to see this,” she added softly with a voice that I knew meant she was getting turned on.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night,” Sydney said as she drew her hand along her length, her eyes on my cock and then up to my eyes for emphasis, her smile sensual and erotic. “Can I kiss you,” she added after a few moments as I could her both Moira and Liz groan a sensual sigh as they watched Sydney tease me briefly then move slightly towards me.

“Please,” I said, watching her strange eroticism invading the short space between us as I let myself back down into the water to set on the seat as I reached out for her slender hand as she moved closer.

Sydney’s eyes were focused on mine as she moved between my legs and she touched both of my shoulders before letting her body move up against mine. I pushed my hips out slightly as I felt her hard cock slide along side mine and I pulled her slightly over me, the warm water lapping between us. Her generous lips were inviting and slightly drawn as her eyes briefly scan my face as I tilted my head slightly and our lips touch gently. Her aroma was fresh and her taste sweet as her weight came fully on mine, our tongues hungry for each other. I could feel her hardness grinding along my length and I pulled at her ass, instinctively pushing myself against her to intensify the pleasure. It was such and odd sensation, her outward feminine sensuality and the strange sensation of her hard cock against mine. Our kiss was waves of tension being released as out mouths swirled on each other.

“Now that’s a kiss,” Liz said with a quiet voice as the two girls watch us embrace.

“You’re embarrassing me,” Sydney said to the girls as she retreated from the kiss, looking in my eyes and pushing her hands down over my cock and hers, gripping around both of them and stroking them slowly in the warm water. Her eyes were bright and her face beamed with sensuality as she kissed my right cheek and whispered in a low breathy voice ever so quietly. “I want you to suck me Mark,” before retreating slightly her eyes dancing with erotic tension as she stroked us both before turning to look at Moira and Liz with a devilish smile. “I really need to cum baby,” she confessed with innocence and sensual honesty, her eyes darting over mine, communicating her sincere animal need.

“Marky boy, why don’t you take care of her………. suuuuuck her cock for us,” Liz said with a sensual drawl as she and Moira watched Sydney arch her back slightly while she continued to grip both of our cocks.

The odd sensation of Sydney against me was like a buzz of strange electricity. Her two hands massaged our cocks together and wrapped around them both. The sight of her full lips and dark eyes filled with erotic tension, her breasts soft as I touched them gently. Her nipples were hard and I could feel the pleasure in her body with each twitch of her cock against mine.

“Sydney baby, why don’t you sit up here,” Moira added, her right hand pushing a towel along side the edge of the pool next to her and Liz.

Sydney released her grip on my cock and I could feel sensation of the warm water swirl around hardness as she moved towards Moira, turning her body and resting her hands backwards on the edge of the pool, hesitating for a moment, before lifting herself up over the edge. Her hard cock was glistening from the water and stood out as she spread her legs slightly, allowing Moira to run her hand along the inside of her thigh, teasing her delicately with a back handed grip inducing Sydney’s cock to twitch. Sydney leaned back on her hands as she watched me move towards her, her eyes focused on mine as she turned her head with the strain of the pleasure from Moira’s touches, her body flexing against the thoughts of pleasure in her mind as I approached her slowly..

“Make her all crazy,” Liz chortled out with a sensual grunt as she turned to watch me run both hands along Sydney’s silken thighs from her knees to about three quarters of the way up to her twitching member.

There was an odd silence that fell over the echo filled marble bath as I caressed Sydney’s leg. I could hear Sydney’s breathing, short sudden breaths with each touch. It was odd as I first drew my hand along the length of her cock and the act didn’t feel repulsive as I had always thought to myself about being with another guy. Sydney arched her back and pushed her hips forward as I caressed her length slowly with one hand, letting the other tease her balls gently, pulling them with a gentle squeeze. Her cock felt hard, but her skin supple as I drew my thumb up close to her glands before retreating back slowly down her length. Her dark eyes were filled with a fiery yearning as her body flexed against the pressure of her sensual soul. Her need was so innocently displayed and I wondered if I communicated my sensuality as intensely as she did.

“Please…….. ,” Sydney let out in a low breathy voice filled with her mounting strain.

I knew her feeling too well I realized as I halted my teasing touches and circled my index finger and thumb around her girth and began a slow stroke of her raging erection. I always strained before the first sexual grip of a partner, the feeling of sudden pleasure with that first firm stroke of my cock was one of the most pleasure filled sensations possible. Like mine, Sydney’s body instantaneously reacted with a sensual sigh of sudden relief. My own sexual tension was bursting as I endeavored to undertake this new sexual act. I massaged her balls gently as I first increased my motions and then slowed my motions, trying to gauge the sense of the pleasure she derived from my touches. I could see in her eyes that I had complete control of her, a control I had never seen in a woman. It was sensually exciting and I worked her cock for several moments as I let my body lower into the water, my head down to kiss the inside of her thigh and along the skin at the very top of her leg as I pushed her cock against her pelvis, my hand flat over her rigid dick, pushing it slowly along its length and then releasing it to bounce free.

I could hear both of the girls gasp as I extended my tongue and traced it along the skin between the dark pucker of Sydney’s anus and the modeled skin of her scrotum, her cock twitching above the elevation of my head. I lowered myself a little further and gulped a mouthful of the warm water and rose up slowly and then pushed a slow stream of the water from my mouth first over Sydney’s balls and then along her length and back down again which I thought was going to send her over the edge, her body was filled with so much tension as I rested my hands against her thighs.

“Oh god Mark,” Sydney pushed out of her throat as she sensed my next move, my mouth hovering just inches above the head of her twitching cock.

“God suck her, just suck her before she explodes,” Liz grunted out during the pause.

I watched Sydney’s eyes as I pursed my mouth, letting my tongue rest on my lower lip as I let my mouth descend upon her. She couldn’t focus her eyes at first as the warmth of my mouth enveloped the head of her cock, then they closed as I took about three quarters of her length into my mouth, surprising myself at first, and drawing my mouth up again, darting my tongue along the bulging vein of her supple skin. Her taste seemed neutral at first but after several repeated bobs of my head I could taste her musky salty fluids emerging as I plied my mouth in a slowing sucking rhythm.

“Some are born to suck,” Liz said with a sexy little giggle as I turned slightly to see her head resting on Moira’s thigh, the both of them watching me intently.

“Oh yes,” Sydney strained out, her body slowly falling back as she caressed her breasts, twirling each nipple with her fingers.

Sydney was completely captured in the rising tension in her body as I worked her with my mouth for a few more moments and then circled my index finger and thumb around the base of her hardness and lapped at the head of her cock with my tongue, causing a new emergence of pre-cum which I slathered swirling over the very tip before guiding her length once again into the warmth of my mouth which filled with saliva as her salty fluids saturated my taste sensations.

Along with the girls, Sydney gasp as I worked her faster, using both my hand and mouth in deliberate pace to increase her sensations. I could sense her body’s energy, her resistance to the building need within her to release. Sydney seemed to resist her rising energy as I sucked her hard cock. I had felt that myself and knew Sydney wanted to cum. Her cock felt so odd in my mouth as I could feel my own hardness tensing. The next moments I sucked her as if I was sucking myself, what I would want, what teasing would be just right and when to increase the rhythm of motions. Liz and Moira sighed with surprise as it I really got into a sensual play with each passing minute, seeing Sydney’s body fill with waves of pleasure as I sucked and stroked her closer and closer to the edge of her release.

“Its ok to cum baby,” I said softly out over her tense body as I stroked her quickly, sensing but not knowing for sure how close her moment was, “cum for me,” I said in a muffled voice as I once again enveloped her rigidness into my warm mouth, my circled fingers giving her a steady oral fuck.

I held her cock by its base and bobbed up and down on her, swirling my tongue as I teased at her balls with the other hand. Not stopping my motions, I nudged her anus with my thumb and she let out a sensual grunt as I teased at her tight hole. I had found one of her sensual touch points and I teased at her again, pushing my thumb just into the tightness of her puckered muscle. Her musky taste immediately filled my mouth as I looked up at her straining as her dark excited eyes tried to focus on me. Her breathing became more erratic, gulping in breaths as I teased her with a tongue swirl around the head of her cock and I knew she was on the edge.

“Cum for me,” I muffled out of a slathering another teasing lick around her and I felt her whole body seize up like a snake does just before a bite, her head back, arms strain against the marble. She knew she didn’t have to say anything to me, and the girls sensed it too, gasping along with Sydney as the first flood of her cum billowed into my mouth, drowning my tongue in her salty musky taste. I slowed my motions, drawing my mouth up slightly, lapping my tongue just below the head and the first strong jet of her cum shot into my mouth with a grunting spasm and an arching flex of her tense body. Her taste was strong and the texture of her intimate fluid thick, as she continued to shoot her musky load into my mouth, filling it with her creamy release which seemed to last forever. I sensed her orgasm abating just as I felt couldn’t continue to take her fluids. Releasing her length, I let much of her cum slither out from my lips and down over my hand with a lava like flow of saliva and semen. I pushed her cock slightly aside and I suckled along its length down, her flared glands along my cheek and she released a strong jet of cum that I felt hit the top of my shoulder and over my back as I stroked her wet cock slowly teasing her down the slope of her intense discharge.

“Oh god……yes, give us some more,” Moira gulped out at the sight of Sydney’s cum, moving towards her and feeling Sydney’s last surge of intensity, I pointed her cock along her body just as she released a thick white jet of cum over her own stomach in a line that ended just over her the dark rigid nipple of her left breast in a bulbous puddle like an erotic exclamation point.

I felt Liz’s body move against mine as I rose up between Sydney’s legs, releasing her still throbbing erection, rising up out of the water to display my own hardness and watching the curling sensual smile of Sydney emerge from the cascading breaths of the end of her orgasm. “Such a nasty boy,” Liz slithered out as she grasped me around my waist and over my shoulder, pulling herself up and pressing her wet body against mine as we stood now over the erotic scene, the lower part of our legs still in the water at the edge of large bath.

“Thank you Mark,” Sydney said softly, almost in a whisper as she looked up, her eyes glistening with a sparkle in the soft light, her body now completely uncoiled from her release.

Moira, who had moved close to Sydney, giggled as she drew her hand along Sydney’s breast and over her nipple, swirling a finger through the glob of her cum and massaging it over her skin. “Such a powerful orgasm,” she teased out in an erotic slur as she kissed Sydney on her shoulder and then turned her slender body towards Liz and myself, smiling with the transparent pleasure of a cat that had just woken and was stretching out the tension in its body. “I think it is time for you to fuck me,” she said softly as her eyes moved down my body to gaze upon my cock which stood erect into the space between us, moving her long legs in unison and then drawing her left leg up slightly to reveal her pussy to me with assertive eroticism as she pushed her hand down over herself.

The sexy remnants of Sydney’s musky taste filled my mouth as I felt Liz’s hand come over my hard cock. Her warm hand slid along my length as I watched Moira spread her legs wider now, letting her index and middle finger massage her labia in a circular motion. “I think you need to take care of our girl,” Liz chortled out with a sexy burst of energy as she teased my rigid cock over the scene, standing against me from behind and holding my engorged member like a trophy before finally releasing it to move around me and up onto the deck of the bath towards Sydney.

My own sexual energy focused intensely as I watched Moira continue to pleasure herself. She let out a sexy giggle as my cock twitched and I finally moved towards her pulling her to the edge of pool as she scooted her hips adjusting the towel under her. Moira’s slender body seemed electric in the dim light as I grasped my cock and lowered myself slightly to aim it at her moist entry. She drew her legs up slightly as the head of my cock pushed against her intimate skin and she slowly teased her hands to massage her breasts as I pushed slowly, release my grasp on myself and pulled on her thighs for leverage. My body was flooded with a wave of sudden extreme pleasure as I entered her warm tight canal with a slow teasing penetration.

“God I love feeling you inside me,” Moira said with a low sexy voice as I buried myself fully into her warm body and then slowly withdrew its length just to the edge of her stretching labia.

“Oh yes……….. ,” is all I could say softly as I closed my eyes and felt Moira’s body envelope my tense member.

I had no sense of Liz and Sydney as I began to slowly move in and out of Moira’s warm body, my energy completely centered on the rising surge of my body. Moira’s head was turned slightly in the pool of her long hair as she ran her hands over her body while our fuck took on the rhythm of a slow erotic dance. The tenderness of our usual sex was replaced by the basic animal need we both wanted to release and we could sense it at the same moment, letting our body’s take over as the pulse of sensual pleasure encased us completely in the minutes that followed. Moira’s body seemed to defy gravity as her bodily expression flexed with pleasure, her hands moving on herself as I pumped myself into her with increasing passionate verve.

Our fuck was a measured pace of ever increasing pleasure. There was nothing frantic, but the urgency of our shared indulgence increased in a steady incline of intensity. It was as if each minute was followed by another of ever increasing sensual fever. Our erotic dance was like a long run of music that gradually built towards a symphonic climax, like the alternative movements and waves of different instruments talking to each other with waves of acoustic pleasure the sum of the composition.

Our pleasure eventual enveloped Sydney and Liz who now watched us with the strain of there own tension rising. Our long slow fuck was like a strong sensual cocktail that suddenly made them tipsy with their own urges. Sydney was vertical now on her knees facing Moira, while Liz stroked her rigid cock while leaning against her from behind, pushing her pelvis against her rocking as she jerked her straining member. Sydney seemed intent in pleasure as she leaned back into Liz’s shoulder as Liz stroked her, reaching back to grasp Liz’s ass, pulling her closer. They had seemed distant during the initial intensity of my fuck of Moira, but Sydney seemed poised to cum again as the touches of Liz seemed to overwhelm her with such innocent intensity.

Moira was consumed by the eroticism of the whole scene. Her body was a fluid state of sensations, alternating between the intensity her own pleasure and the sensual electricity of all of us. My cock glistened with her wetness as I looked down at my hardness sliding in and out of her warm canal and I could feel the ache of the pureness need. It was plain and simple, I loved fucking her as much as she loved fucking me, and both Liz and Sydney could see it too.

“Please don’t stop,” Moira slithered out as she massaged her clit while grasping her breast and nipple, her hips rising to push against me. It was as if she levitated against my penetration, her wet muscles flexing around me with slippery sounds of her body’s pleasure. I knew she was going to cum soon.

It was apparent that Sydney had found her edge. Her stomach muscles flexed as Liz stroked her frantically. It was at that moment that I lost focus, my own pleasure collapsing my rational perception to the intensity of our close erotic circle.

I loved the tautness in Moira’s body, the flex of her feminine angles in the moments of our shared peak of intimacy. Moira turned me on in ways I couldn’t explain and I could feel my orgasm building at an alarming incline as I strained with each incursion of my tense cock into her warm muscles and our body’s rippled with each push and pull of our erotic dance as we fucked like two animals in a trance, our breathing almost in unison as we climbed towards the crest of intensity.

“You’re going to make me explode,” I said with a note of urgency as I saw Moira’s body tense up in the moment of her climax.

“I’m Cuming,” Moira gasped, flexing her body and pushing against me, her hand pushing herself around my last push into her depth. She strained, her eyes focused on a distant place, her skin glowing with her sensual being. She gulped in breaths and I knew I couldn’t hold on myself. “Oh, cum on me……. cum on me,” she said gasping, her orgasm enveloping her beneath me, her eyes bouncing wildly between mine and Liz and Sydney’s.

As I withdrew myself, I leaned forward slightly and gripped my raging cock, stroking it only once before I erupted with a grunt from deep within. My first spasm sent a long sinuous glob of white sperm out into the air above Moira, falling like a rope over her body and landing on her moist skin in a line from her shoulder down to her navel. I strained against the next spasm, trying to hold it back, which only sent the next emission jumping out like the first, in a long heavy creamy string, followed by another and then another, and another almost uncontrolled, painting Moira’s slender body in a graphic display of sensual discharge as she strained with pleasure against my sticky shower. When it seemed as if there could be no more, I could feel my balls emit a final heavy curling eruption of sperm that landed in a molten puddle between her breasts and down over her flexing stomach.

“Yes…….. ,yesssssss,” I grunted out holding my throbbing red cock out into the space of the group as it continued to twitch a bubble of cum, which hung down from its tip, swinging with the convulsions of my hard monster. “Yummmmmy,” Moira gurgled out, her body’s tension releasing as she massaging a stream of my fluids over her breast and now fully noticing Sydney’s straining body.

“Oh yes Sydney,” Moira slithered out as the whole sight of my the splattering ejaculation landing on Moira’s squirming body sent Sydney over the edge, and she shrieked out a gasp sudden pleasure, her own cock emitting a bulbous dribble of cum that ran down over Liz’s hand, lubricating her intense movements. It was quickly followed by a thin jet of fluid that seemed to shoot straight up in the sensual air and then down on Moira’s body, followed by another that again shot into the air before the first had landed, her body arcing again, the head of her cock swollen in Liz&#8217