With his eyes closed and his teeth clenched, Kyle Ullston’s spiky blond mullet smacked his neck as he slammed his condom-clad cock into Wanda Clough’s fire-fringed cunt. (Picture steroid-sucking football player Brian Bosworth banging mall-princess pop singer Tiffany, only if she were six inches taller than him. But when you’re lying on the floor, connected at the crotch, your feet don’t really have to line up, do they?)
“I think we should bone now…” Wanda sang idly, twirling her red braids with her fingers. “There doesn’t seem to be anyone arou-ound.”
Kyle whipped his eyes open and flicked them to the left, right, and center, verifying that there were four other couples copulating on the deck of the lakeside cabin.
“I think we should bone now…” Wanda continued, trying to keep a straight face. “The beating of our meat is the only sou-ound.”
Labor Day had dawned bright and clear over Cassie and Kevin’s compound on Lake Ossipee, heralding a morning of swimming, splashing, canoeing, volleyball, and lounging around. That was followed by a midday cookout of steaks and pasta salad on the beach, with a cooler full of sodas, some by special request: Coke Classic for Kevin, Pepsi for Tawny, Squirt for Cassie… Afterwards, the ten residents had gathered every pillow, cushion, and machine-washable blanket onto the deck of the main house and drawn lots to determine the five pairings: one guy and one girl, each randomly matched up to fuck.
Next to Kyle and Wanda, young Brandi Martínez was atop forty-year-old Kevin Spitz, her silken sable hair bouncing along with her bodacious breasts as she rode him bareback.
“I think the other girls are jealous that I got matched with you, Papi,” Brandi teased.
“Because of my maturity and rugged good looks, eh?” Kevin ventured, grinning behind his brown beard.
“Well, that, and your vasectomy,” she clarified. “All the other chicas have to use el profiláctico.”
“Gotcha. How come none of you ladies are on the pill, anyway? You certainly do enough fucking to warrant it.”
“Health insurance. Mine and Abby’s just kicked in last week when the new semester began at Plymouth State. Maybe next month those other mijos can cum inside us, but for now…” She quirked an eyebrow at Kevin as she milked his Canadian cock with her Puerto Rican pussy.
With a laugh, Kevin grabbed her hips in his strong hands and rose to meet her with each thrust. “Then when I’m done, I suppose you’ll have Abby eat you oot?”
“¡Exactamente!”
Abby Devereaux was lying beside Kevin, making puppy dog eyes at Bruce Cummings from below the teal-tinted bangs of her bleach-blonde pixie cut. Bruce shook his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes and focused on his banana-shaped boner as it sliced between her bubbly boobs.
“So, Bruce,” Abby inquired. “The girls tell me your dick always shoots three times?”
“Yup,” Bruce huffed. “That’s why I wanted to fuck your tits fir—” His voice cut off as his peckerhole trickled a thin spurt of sperm onto her chest.
Almost immediately, Brandi swooped down and licked up Bruce’s cum from between her girlfriend’s titties, then sat up again with a satisfied smile and resumed riding Kevin’s cock.
“Cheri, give me a kiss!” Abby demanded, but Brandi shook her head as she swallowed and smacked her lips.
“You need to keep your mouth clean if you’re going to eat Kevin’s cum out of my concha.”
“Merde,” Abby pouted.
“¿Mierda?” Brandi snickered and spread her ass cheeks to expose her pink winker. “Be careful what you wish for.”
Bruce, perhaps following the thread of the conversation, perhaps not, spoke up. “So, uh, Abby…”
“Whey?” Abby replied, pronouncing Oui like a good French-Canadian.
“Mind if I rub my cock between your butt cheeks for phase two?”
“Mmm, I do like getting cum on my back,” Abby agreed as she rolled face down. “There’s something about it that feels so hot and nasty. J’sais pas pourquoi?” she added, shrugging her shoulders as Bruce mounted her from behind and slid his sausage between her buns. After a few minutes’ frottage, he gave one final thrust and his dick dribbled a line of cum onto her lower back.
Abby rolled face up again before Brandi could get any ideas. “That one stays where it is,” she giggled.
Brandi scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I think you just rubbed it all into that blanket, but whatever, pequeña.”
Bruce had meanwhile rolled a condom onto his curved cock and sank it into Abby’s tight pussy with a groan.
Tawny Kuntzler’s dishwater blonde hair was splayed across a throw pillow as she ran her fingers through Gordon Yates’ long brown curls and urged him to fuck her harder.
“Gordon,” she asked, her eyes twinkling behind her white-framed sunglasses. “Do you know what wah-GEE-nah—vagina—means in Latin?”
“Uh, I don’t. I teach math.”
“It means scabbard. I want you to stab me with your fuckin’ pork sword, to the hilt.”
Gordon’s eyes bugged out in amazement, but he followed orders and sank his cock fully into her sheath.
“Come on, Gordo,” Tawny continued in a throaty whisper. “I want you to fuck me so hard and so deep that I feel a lump in my throat.”
Gordon wrapped his arms around her torso and banged her with a ferocity he’d never felt before.
“I want you to fuck me so hard,” Tawny hissed, “that if you weren’t wearin’ a rubber, your cum would blow outta my fuckin’ nose like booger snots!”
Gordon slammed into her savagely, building to a cataclysmic climax.
“Or if you want,” Tawny teased, “you can pull out and shoot your cum on my tits.”
Gordon whipped his cock out of her, then rolled the condom off and yanked his crank madly until, letting loose with a howl, he basted her breasts with his hot load.
“Get her, Gordo!” Wanda guffawed from the other side of the deck, now riding Kyle cowgirl style.
“Target practice on Tawny’s tetas!” Brandi shouted, still riding Kevin.
“Les grands tétons!” Abby added, then placed a hand on Bruce’s chest and he stopped thrusting.
“What’s up, Abbs?”
“How’d you like to fuck me from behind? Get another look at my derrière?”
“All you had to do was ask,” Bruce laughed as he pulled out.
Abby crept over and positioned herself between Kevin’s legs, then grasped Brandi’s ass and buried her face between her cheeks.
“Abby, that’s against the rules!” Brandi giggled over her shoulder. “I thought this was supposed to be five separate couples.”
“We ca do wuever—” came Abby’s muffled reply before she pulled away and began again. “We can do whatever we want. You wanted me to lick Kevin’s cum out of your pussy, right? Well, I’m just getting a head start.”
“Emphasis on head,” Kevin chuckled from somewhere out of sight.
Abby proceeded to lick everything she could reach—Kevin’s balls and cock, Brandi’s cunt and ass—while Bruce slid his bent pecker inside her pussy and fucked her gently. He thoroughly enjoyed the view—Abby’s snow white ass and sparkling cum-coated skin in the foreground, Brandi’s mocha-colored rear end farther away—as he sawed in and out at a leisurely pace. Abby held herself up with one arm and reached down to finger herself with the other.
Cassie McDougal tucked her wavy auburn hair behind her ear as she rode David Knudsen, nearly half her age, then gently tousled his short dark hair.
“So, David,” she began innocently, the consummate hostess. “Have you been enjoying your stay at Lake Ossipee?”
“It’s been a busy week,” he replied casually as she bounced on his slim dick. “Not a lot of time to relax.”
“That’s true,” she conceded. “The last week of summer’s always a busy one when you’re a teacher: districtwide meetings, inservice days, prepping your classroom—”
“Fucking your colleagues,” David added.
“Yeah, that too,” Cassie laughed.
Just then, Kyle’s voice rang out in a panic. “Oh shit, baby!”
Wanda shrieked, “Are you cumming already, you little fucker?”
“Oh, baby,” Kyle groaned before collapsing.
“Goddamn it!” Wanda complained. “I was just about to get myself off, too!”
“Just give me five—” Kyle rasped, holding up his hand.
“Give you a high five for cumming too fast? Fuck that!”
“Minutes,” Kyle clarified, catching his breath and peeling the soggy condom off his deflating dick. “Give me five minutes to recover and I can go again.”
“Hmm,” Wanda considered his offer. “I dunno, dude. Maybe I can’t wait that long.”
Cassie whispered conspiratorially in David’s ear, then spoke up. “Wanda, come over here.”
Wanda gathered herself and slowly approached Cassie and David.
“Kyle,” Cassie nodded towards the house and arched one eyebrow, “bottom drawer.”
“Oh shit, baby,” Kyle breathed excitedly, then scrambled up, both his sweaty mullet and limp pecker flopping about.
“There’s no rush,” Cassie smirked. “Didn’t you say you needed five minutes?”
“Maybe I can cut it to three,” Kyle yelled over his shoulder as he tossed the used condom on the table and dashed inside. “If properly motivated!”
“What the fuck is goin’ on?” Wanda demanded.
“Here, sit on David’s face; he’ll help you get off.”
“I gotta get on to get off, huh?” Wanda cackled before assuming the position, facing Cassie. “How ‘bout you suck my tits, Mrs. M? That should help.”
Cassie tilted her head in agreement as Kyle returned with the jar of coconut oil labeled BUTT PLAY from Cassie’s bedside table. He proceeded to slather his stumpy dick and Cassie’s tight asshole until they were good and slick. Kyle eased his newly stiff prick into Cassie’s ass and fucked her slowly while she ground her pussy on David’s dick and licked Wanda’s whoppers. David, doing double duty, continued lapping at Wanda’s red snapper.
Meanwhile, Bruce, preparing to enter his third stage, began slamming his hips against Abby’s alabaster ass, mashing her face against Brandi’s rear end.
“Aroo unna—” Abby began, then extricated herself from Brandi’s asscrack. “Are you gonna—”
Bruce interrupted her with a roar, thrusting deep and dumping his last load of cum into her latex-lined cunt. Frigging herself wildly, Abby came all over his crescent-shaped cock, whimpering into Brandi’s backside as Kevin’s hairy balls contracted and he began pumping his spermless semen directly into Brandi’s unprotected pussy.
Bruce fell back in a daze, as Abby lurched forward and sucked the head of Kevin’s cock for a second before burying her face in Brandi’s battered box and thrashing her tongue around to taste Kevin’s creamy cumload. Brandi leaned forward and rubbed her clit as Kevin nuzzled her nipples and Abby cleaned out her cunt, triggering her own orgasm that racked her beautiful brown body.
Tawny, her tits still glistening with the glaze from Gordon’s gonads, had crept over and carefully rolled Bruce’s condom off. She rose and rescued Kyle’s abandoned condom from the picnic table, then approached the other foursome with a gleam in her eye and handed Kyle’s condomful of cum to Wanda.
Cassie, still suckling Wanda’s sandbags, looked up inquiringly out of the corner of her eye.
“Mrs. M,” Tawny began brightly. “You know the little rhyme you’d sing in science class when we’d finished our experiments?”
Wanda, without having to think, broke into song. “Clean up, clean up! Sweep and shine and sheen up!”
“Well, Mrs. M,” Tawny smiled, “it’s your turn to clean up.” And with that, she poured the contents of Bruce’s condom onto Wanda’s juicy jugs, and Wanda quickly followed suit, dripping Kyle’s cooled cum onto her own hefty hooters.
Cassie cooed contentedly as she slurped up the slick spermloads, tonguing Wanda’s tremendous titties while still being tag-teamed by the twosome of David and Kyle. Tawny crouched down and reached for Wanda, pressing one hand against her exposed asshole and rubbing her clit raw with the other, and within two minutes had Wanda cumming all over David’s face.
Wanda withdrew, crawling backwards in a crab walk, and Cassie flung herself down and mashed her mouth against David’s, swapping Bruce and Kyle’s sperm with him in exchange for the secretions from Wanda’s snatch. Soon David began bucking his hips and shooting his spunk deep inside her satin sleeve.
Feeling David’s dick pumping, Kyle let loose his second load into Cassie’s ass, cursing as usual. “Oh shit, baby! Take it, you fuckin’ slut!”
Wanda muttered to Tawny, “He’s kind of a douchebag, but he’s actually a pretty good lay.”
“So you think we should keep him around?” Tawny snickered quietly.
“Maybe later you can take him for a spin,” Wanda suggested. “Round three.”
“Maybe,” Tawny reflected, then nodded towards Cassie, who was sprawled on a blanket with cum oozing out of her pussy and ass. “And maybe you should get in there, help Mrs. M get cleaned up.”
Shaking her head in mock exasperation, Wanda clambered over the tangle of arms and legs and began licking the cum out of Cassie’s crevices.
Tawny reached over and gave Kyle’s shriveled dick an exploratory poke.
“Just give me five—” Kyle wheezed.
“Minutes?” Tawny asked eagerly.
“Hours,” Kyle grinned weakly. “Give me five hours.”
“Tawny,” David spoke up as he idly fondled his floppy dink. “We’ve got five dicks you can choose from, you know.”
“Gimme five, huh?” Tawny laughed.
“I’d be up for that,” Bruce chimed in.
“Et tu, Brute?” Tawny snorted while glancing at the imitation Swatch on her wrist. “Three o’clock. All right, then. I expect to see all five of you guys in my cabin at 8 PM sharp.”
“Beauty,” Kevin chuckled. “But remember, you all start school tomorrow, so we won’t be able to stay up and fuck all night.”
“Party pooper,” Kyle joked, staring up at the dark silhouette of a flock of geese knifing across the bright blue sky.
“Dude, you just had a party in his wife’s pooper,” Wanda countered as she finished her cleanup duty, then reached out and cradled his testicles in her hand. “You should count your blessings.”
Squinting at the quintet of quims around him, he began counting quietly. “One. Two. Thr—Ow, fuck!”
Releasing her death grip on his balls, Wanda smiled sweetly. “That’s twice in one week. Your nuts ain’t gonna make it to October at this rate.”
“Fuck,” Kyle groaned as he writhed in pain, clutching his stomach. “Now I might need five days.”
“More like five weeks, if I know Wanda,” Tawny sympathized with an impish smile. “But that lines up perfectly; it’ll be our first three-day weekend, for Columbus Day. I’ll see you then…” She paused and blew him a kiss. “…you fuckin’ slut.”
THE END
