"Good evening, Taylah, Brodie!" His welcome was just as warm as ever. We shook hands. Emilia came over for a hug from both of us.

"How is your book going, Taylah?" she inquired.

"Finished," she replied. "Started a new one this afternoon."

I tried to paddle around the point today. The waves were crazy. I had to come back in. "Felipe was a much more competent surfer than me.

"Oh man. The only thing I'm worse than surfing at is swimming," I replied. "I'm glad you made it out and back."

He laughed and reached into a cooler for a beer. Offering one to us after handing Emilia one.

"No thank you. We've brought our own." I cracked the top off one, handed it to Taylah, and then did the same for myself.

We sat on a large driftwood log that had wedged into the sand. Another log sat perpendicular. Felipe had built the fire in a nice spot.

"So, when are you going to teach me to surf? Like properly?" I asked Felipe.

"Uh... he replied. I'm not sure if I can." His eyes lit up and he smiled broadly. "Some things can't be taught."

I smirked. "Well, you can forget about a drowning lesson then. And as for the rattlesnake training, you're out of luck there as well."

"Oh my god!" said Emilia now. "What is it with everything on this continent plotting to kill you?"

"Keeps us on our toes," I shot back flippantly, taking a mouthful of the cold beer.

"Emilia, the book you're reading now--I think it's similar to mine. Is it a bit...risqué?"

"Haha. Yes. That's how I like it," she replied. Her glance lingered on Taylah.

The fire crackled.

The waves washed in.

Silence.

Baseball. What the fuck is that about?" Felipe intercepted the pause.

"Well," I started and then paused. Snatching up a suitable log, I was set. "This'll be our bat. "I have a ball in our cooler. Let's have a game."

I bowled; Felipe batted. Emilia was the catcher, and Taylah fielded. We rotated. They eventually graduated from full 'tard' to 'semi-idiot' to finish up as 'only somewhat useless.'

The firelight bounced off Felipe's bare chest. As Emilia hit the ball, her perky breasts bounced. She was wearing another bikini. This one is a fine floral print. Light blue on a white background. Taylah bowled and caught and batted with abandon that I hadn't seen from her in a while. She looked amazing in her pink shorts and white tank top. Beers and laughs. A welcome break with great company.

After a couple more beers, a volleyball came out of their cooler. A chance to right the wrongs of baseball, apparently. While nowhere near as good as them, both Taylah and I had some ability. We scratched out a court, stoked the fire up for some light, and played a game of night beach volleyball. Taylah paired with Felipe and Emilia with me. Not sure about Felipe, but I took in every angle of Taylah and Emilia as they chased, spiked, and served. A feast for the eyes.

At the conclusion of the volleyball, we retook our seats around the fire. Felipe and Emilia sat noticeably closer to each other and us.

"We're looking forward to starting again." Emilia was looking pensive. My parents. They got into trouble with business. We needed to get away from their name. Start again. New country, new job. I love them, but their reputation has flowed onto us. In Chile, that means everything.

"Can't help things that are out of your control," Taylah said, sounding thoughtful. Perhaps a bit drunk, which always made sense in these types of conversations.

The silence was back. Felipe put his hand on Emilia's thigh while letting his gaze loiter on Taylah.

"Well." Felipe said, "Thank you again for a fun night."

The fire crackled again. Eyes darted between the four of us.

"Yeah, it's been fun," I added.

I took Taylah's hand and stood. Emilia headed over to me and wrapped her arms around me. A proper hug this time. She pressed herself against me, letting her bust press into me for a few moments.

Taylah and Felipe followed suit. His arms went around her waist, and he pulled her close to him.

"Good night, all." Emilia swung her hips as she made her way up the beach. Taylah took my hand and wrapped her arms around me, resting her head on my shoulder.

We headed up to our van, splitting away from our party.

That night we both slept naked.

In the morning. I rose again, as I had the previous day. This time, I made us coffee, and we both headed down to greet Felipe and Emilia. We had plans to share our bacon and egg breakfast sandwiches.

At their camp, we had a surprise. It was empty. Completely cleaned out. They'd even regenerated their site with branches, leaves, litter, and scrub. None of them, besides a piece of paper folded neatly into the fork of a shoulder-high tree.

I opened this one, crashing through the scrub recently placed in its place. When I opened it, it was a road map. Page number 76, torn from a book of some sort.

Written on the top was the following, with the addition of a neat circle drawn on the map.

"Brodie and Taylah. We were very pleased to meet you. We have decided to move on to the camp circled below. We sincerely hope you can join us. We REALLY enjoyed your company and feel there is more in our friendship."

Taylah took the note. Smoothed it out on a nearby tree.

"Well, that's a lovely note. I wonder why they didn't just say they were leaving?" She traced her finger over the route as she spoke.

"Looks hastily done--like it was a last-moment thing." I was taking note of the torn edge.

"How far do you think it is from here?" I questioned.

She studied the map. Her eyes squinted in concentration.

"Looks like about 200 miles. It's in the direction we're going anyway."

"Are you saying you want to go?"

She paused a moment before looking up at me.

"We're looking for adventure. That's part of this whole trip--to see where we end up. I'm not sure, but we do a lot of hesitating, so let's at least think about it. It won't be an inconvenience if we get there and it's not what we want, or it's weird."

My turn for a long pause.

A sigh.

It probably looked like I didn't want to go, but really it was the same faltering as she was talking about. What, really, was the thing we were worried about? I couldn't, in my mind, name it.

That day, I took a long swim, naked. Taylah joined me for a while--until the cool water took its toll. The feeling of the water rushing over the skin refreshed us. Invigorated us. There was a refreshed comfort in our own skin--the salt, the sun on our bodies. Perhaps this was a powerful untapped therapy for those stuck in the drudgery of city life. A naked beach trip in the middle of the day. Especially with the assurance of isolation. Of privacy.

The way Taylah walked in and out of the water. She looked like a Bond girl--comfortable with herself, owning her body. Her shape, her curves. They suited the beach. Wet hair being rung out as she strolled from the shore. Arms up over her head, looking wistfully to the distance as her hips swayed and boobs bounced.

She made my balls ache.

She read; I paddled. At least I could practice paddling on flattish water and get some exercise while I was at it.

We ate. We hugged.

In the afternoon we walked again--this time to the other side of the bay--past Felipe's and Emilia's rock and up the escarpment on that side. The same view, different angle. It told a similar story, but such a small change of position made the jagged nature of the coast unrecognizable from yesterday.

Afternoon swim. Taylah napped; I paddled. Taylah reads. A third of the way through but finding the going hard. Turns out it's a book based on gay males, which is fine, but she's struggling to connect with the plot and story. There's a narrator who is American, so she can't stop doing the accent in her head when she reads. It's a bit of a mind fuck for her.

She has her next book ready to go, and she's already looking forward to it--much more her style. 'A Sport and a Pastime' by James Salter. A passionate love affair between Philip Dean, an American dropout, and Anne-Marie, a young French shop girl in 1960s provincial post-war France.

We eat and play cards.

We sleep. Naked again. Her skin feels so welcomed against me.

In the morning, we take our time but slowly pack up. The beauty of the van is that packing up is never longer than twenty minutes. If we need to get going quickly, we can move in five. The only problem is we would need to sort out everything before we slept next. Nah, we keep everything orderly and relatively tidy, and then life is just easier.

We finished off the bacon and eggs we were going to have yesterday. Fold and pack the clothes. I retrieve our clothes rope and loop it up. Chairs went in last, and we were off.

Taylah travels in a bikini, which I find surprising. She has a shirt nearby; she'll throw it on if we stop, but her block blue, with red trim top, again, sits amazingly well on her. I love it when she uses a bikini top as a bra. Something she can do that only I know about. That image would stick with me all day. I laughed as I remembered the time she tried on a denim jacket topless. It was a bit small, but fuck. How it looked on her will be something I'll never forget.

I joke by slowing down dramatically at the cattle guards along the road. Almost to a standstill, then stare at her as I drive across it at the most uncomfortable speed possible. About ten mph. At the first one, she thought I was being an idiot. By the second one, it was confirmed.

We filled up with gas, did a grocery run, checked emails, and caught up with those near and dear before pulling out the torn page segment. Its dog-eared corners smoothed over Taylah's leg as we drove. We had to head to a small town called Cambria. It was south of Big Sur. Then turn off onto a cattle track for a few miles. Most cattle tracks are a barely more than a trail in large fields with wheel ruts and boggy puddles. This one was different. Vastly so. It was in a deeply vegetated old-growth forest. Its thick canopy and rich vegetation only allowed dappled sunlight through. It had a sense of profound stillness. The overhead canopy had protected the soil from flooding rains and wind, so its condition was surprisingly easy to drive on. At times, the light was so filtered that I'd considered turning on the headlights.

We drove deep inside this cavern of lush Californian vegetation. Overhead, there were coast redwood, ponderosa pine, salal, and coast live oak. The ponderosa Pine alone would be worth a fair amount. What used to be firewood was now one of the most prized species in this region. Those in charge had lined Congress with it. The old-timers would have laughed--stocking the U.S. Senate with firewood.

At the end of the cattle trail, there was a three-way split. We were in the middle of nowhere again, but this time the stillness was overpowering. We got out at the junction. Walking around, each crack of a twig underfoot was deafening. The trees and the vegetation all soaked up the noise.

Against a tree, resting against the base was a piece of cardboard with a rock wedged against it. It simply said, 'B + T' with an arrow pointing to the left.

"Guess that's us then?" Taylah semi-whispered, as though trying to not let the trees hear.

I nodded, then turned to make my way back to the van. A half mile or so down the track, the foliage opened up.

"Holy Shit!"

"Oh my god!"

Both of us had the same realization as the old growth bowed its farewell and the curtain opened. The coastline lay in front of us. This time, a small headland was sweeping the ocean off its current from the north. Small waves peeled in off the sweep, breaking across the beach. All around us, the old growth seemed to come within a stone's throw of the sand, but it stopped dead. The purest blonde sand glowed under the sun. The beach was probably smaller than the bay we'd stayed in.

To one end, there was a babbling freshwater creek that meandered down from the surrounding woods. The shale rock created steps that the water burbled over into a large pool at the bottom. On the beach side of the pool, the overflow continued its journey to the ocean through a channel of shale and basalt carved over millions of years. The same rock formation was what formed the headland that was sweeping the break in. The beach itself was probably no longer than three hundred feet, made to feel even more diminutive by the towering canopy that surrounded it.

I almost forgot that the van was still moving as I gazed out. Coming to my senses, I parked up next to Felipe and Emilia's van. It sat under one of the last trees that offered shade.

Getting out, we saw two people on the sand--one with a wide-brimmed hat and the other with a cap. I wanted to honk the horn but then thought of how crass and artificial it would sound out here. It didn't matter; the cap turned our way.

They both stood excitedly as we stretched our legs.

They were both topless. Emilia waved and then must have realized as she bent and scooped up a shirt and threw it on before joining Felipe on his way up to greet us. Felipe wore a pair of blue short swim trunks. The type you do laps in, but you're not ready to commit to the full speedo look. His blue and white trucker cap was frayed but clean. Emilia now wore a large off-white T-shirt, and the same bikini bottom she wore the last time we saw them. Light blue floral print on a white background.

He'd shaved or waxed his chest since we last saw him. Abs, pecs, and obliques are popping out everywhere.

"Welcome, friends!" Their eyes were alight with excitement. Warm embraces all around.

"Grab your board!" Felipe was ready.

I shrugged, loving the spontaneity. Heading for the storage area, I grabbed the board and a towel.

"You won't need that," Felipe indicated as I threw the towel over my shoulder. "Leave it here. We'll be dry when we get out."

"Taylah, your book and your chair." Emilia sought her gaze.

"Absolutely!" She replied. Grabbing the book. I noticed she'd started the new one. She must've given the public-toilet male prostitute a miss. She was off to the 1960's French Riviera.

And so, it was. For the next few days, our lives turned into swimming, surfing, reading, eating, and laughing.

Looking in from the surf, I noticed that Emilia returned to reading topless.

Taylah didn't. Then one day she sat in her bikini. Not taking any notice of if I or Felipe looked. Then the next day, the two of them chatted and laughed--it was a mini book club by the look of it. That day, Taylah eased off her top as well. Her bosom glistened in the sun. We were 100 yards out. I knew she loved the feeling of the sun. Hopefully she was letting go of the feeling of unease. She looked amazing but believing someone when they say that is different from your own opinion.

I got to stand up in whitewater confidently and get up consistently. We spent hours surfing. Felipe was patient and friendly. He'd tell me I looked like a dead sailor when I ate it and offer some advice--just enough to keep me interested, rather than telling me something different each time. He'd go out the back and catch some proper waves, then come back for a chat.

As Taylah looked out at us from the sand, she noticed that the exercise was doing me good. I'd always carried muscle, but now the fat was stripping away.

Our skin was a darker hue.

Sometimes Taylah and I would go for a walk. Sometimes we'd swim.

We played volleyball. They taught us Rayuela--basically frisbee with a few rule changes.

Each evening, we'd gather after bathing in the freshwater. Wine or beer in hand to see how everyone's day was.

We taught them Five Crowns.

One evening, around the fire, Emilia spoke up over the peaceful crackle. Guys, we have some leaves. We don't smoke it but are going to bake some into some cookie dough.

"Like marshmallows?" I asked.

"Sorry?" she replied quizzically.

"Like s'mores--cook it on a stick over a fire."

"Yes! Exactly. Would you like some?"

Taylah and I had a meeting of the eyes. I could hear her words from a few days ago. Trust and adventure.

"Uh, ok. We've got some marshmallows. We'll try some of your dough, then just cook the marshmallows and hang with you guys."

I collected some old sticks while Taylah grabbed the marshmallows.

Emilia produced a container of green leaves. It was torn or cut into small pieces already. We grabbed a portion of cookie dough and worked the herbage into the mixture before spreading it out over the sticks and holding it still over the hot coals.

The fire transfixed us. Turning the sticks to get the perfect golden brown became the sole purpose in life at that moment. While we waited, the marshmallows got passed around.

After thoroughly cooking and devouring two chocolate chip cookies, I started on the marshmallows. I'd learned previously that the wait for eaten greenery can take longer than expected. Taylah followed suit. We toasted marshmallows. I ate most of mine out of the packet--too impatient for the melted mess but loving the company, nonetheless.

Emilia packed away the container.

We sat, ate, and laughed.

Forty minutes or so later. I became aware of a subtle relaxation. Muscles eased; the front of my mind eased its rpm. The discussions varied; the laughter became more apparent. Sitting back on the sand, using my chair as a backrest, I felt connected. The sand and the fire. It all felt so good. Taylah came and sat between my legs. Under her shirt, I ran my fingers up and over the skin on her back and around to her ribs. Felipe and Emilia sat perpendicular to us.

Felipe was wearing a timber bead necklace and baggy cut-off shorts. Emilia was in a pure black bikini.

From under her shirt, I ran my fingers across the underside of Taylah's boobs. They felt firm and smooth. The salt and sand had exfoliated her skin to the feel of freshly spun silk. I brushed up against her nipple. By the third subtle pass, they stood erect. I was able to briefly grasp them between my index and middle fingers as my hands ran over and down.

"Time for a swim!" Emilia exclaimed. "To the rockpool. Let's go!" She stood and thrust one hand to Felipe and the other one to Taylah.

After helping them both to their feet, she thrust her hand around her back and paused.

"Ok, everyone. Are you ready? Clothes off in three."

She tugged at her bikini string, letting it fall open. She held it in place by pressing the black fabric against her with her other arm.

"TWO!"

She reached for the knot holding the bikini bottom around her waist.

Taylah reacted now, lifting her T-shirt over her head. She had nothing on underneath. Her breasts looked vivacious in the moment between that and when she brought her arms down over herself.

I, and I suspected Felipe, only had a pair of shorts on.

"ONE!"

Emilia dropped her bottom and placed her second hand over her crotch.

Taylah did the same -- her shorts and undies dropped to the sand. She stepped out of them, flicking them over to her shirt. She stood naked, one arm over her bust, the other over her crotch.

Felipe tugged his shorts down at the same time I did. He placed two hands over his crotch, as did I.

Emilia gathered everyone's attention.

"And... ZERO!"

All hands fell away. Emilia shouldered her top off her shoulders; Taylah lifted her hands away, as did Felipe and I.

"Hello everybody! Come in!" Emilia motioned for us to gather. "Group hug!"

We shuffled towards each other, and we became a tangle of limbs and skin. I felt Felipe's arm around my shoulder. Taylah wrapped her arm around me as well. She lifted her right arm over Emilia's shoulder, and we pressed together. I felt Taylah's left breast press against me. Her nipple was still hard. To my left, I could feel Felipe's behemoth rubbing against my left thigh. Taylah pressed against Emilia's pert breasts, and they both pressed up against Felipe's chest.

"Swap!" Felipe called out, moving over and taking his partner in a hug. Taylah and I did the same.

"Swap," Felipe said, reaching for Taylah, taking her in a wide, warm embrace. Emilia and I did the same.

"Swap!" Felipe and I hugged, as did Taylah and Emilia.

"Now, we swim!" Taylah giggled. We all smiled and started heading over to the rock pool, across the remote sandy beach. All bounced and swung as we went.

The inhibitions were relaxed. Not crazy, just chilled.

The water was cool to touch. It was possible to jump into the centre--it had a sandy bottom, with what felt like river sand, but the surroundings were all larger basalt rocks and shale shelves. I knew the hesitation before going into water was worse than the reality, so I jumped straight in. Submerging my head before coming up and moving to the far side, facing the others. I sat on one of the shale shelves, waist deep. The water was warmer than I expected.

Looking up, there was a plethora of skin before me. I took it all in.

"Who's next?" I asked, brushing the water off my face.

"Who do you want?" Felipe inquired.

"Taylah!"

Rather than jump in, she stepped down the stone steps, then submerged, coming up next to me. She shimmied up next to me, sitting on the same shelf I was on. She sat the leg next to me over mine under the water. I rested my hand on her knee. She leaned up against me, pressing her skin to mine.

Emilia went next. She leaned forward and rocked back and forth a few times before taking the leap. She went straight to the bottom and came up, sitting next to Taylah.

We all looked up at Felipe. From this angle, looking up at him, his cock seemed bigger.

"You know, sometimes I call him 'Dis,'" Emilia told us.

"What do you call him?" I asked.

"Dis?" she repeated. "Because look at him. He's disproportionate." She'd broken the ice and addressed the obvious.

Felipe looked over. "It's not something I talk about."

"Don't worry about it. Are you coming in?" I asked.

Felipe made his way in, the same way Taylah had. He sat opposite us in the small rockpool. There wasn't enough room for all our legs, so they became a tangle under the moonlit water.

Using the stealth of the water, I slid my hand down Taylah's knee and started rubbing her thigh. Up and down, first using my upturned hand, dragging my nails over her skin. I felt her knees separate ever so slightly. She shifted her shoulder so her right hand could come in front of me. Under the water, she rubbed her hand over my balls, grasping them in a gentle hold.

My cock started to fill. That was fine, until I had to stand up. Taylah's hand moved up, off my balls, and stroked my semi-hard shaft before going back to cradle my balls again. I couldn't stop it now. My dick filled with blood.

I moved my hands down and between her legs. To my surprise, I found her smoother than previously. Where there was hair a few days or so ago, there was none now. She still had a patch above her pussy, but her lips were smooth. I was able to glide my finger between her labia. They parted without protest. My finger was met with a warm, sultry embrace. I wanted to lick that. Taste that.

I slid my finger up and down a few times before sliding my middle finger between and down her wetness. Taylah sightly thrust against me as her hand returned to my aching cock. Its helmet is throbbing with blood slamming against the tip.

Her hand went down to my tight balls again. They were pulled tightly against my body. She wrapped her fingers around them and stroked her thumb up and over them.

A shock jolted me when I felt another hand grasp my shaft. From my view, Taylah couldn't reach me with her left hand, given that her shoulders were angled away from me. Then it dawned upon me. That hand belonged to Emilia.

She stroked the entirety of my cock shaft, then ran it down over Taylah's hand, then up where she took my tip in her hand. I slid another finger between Taylah's warm fingers. She was slippery and warm. I was able to use the base of my thumb to massage her clit as I worked my fingers deep inside her.

In the moonlight and flickering firelight, I could make out Emilia's left shoulder softly rocking up and down. It appeared that she was giving Felipe the same pleasure she was to me.

Her shoulder stopped. She brought her arm across and took Taylah's left hand and guided it over to Felipe. I could only guess, but I assumed she placed Taylah's hand around Felipe's thick girth.

Taylah's thrusting against my fingers grew, as did the vigour in which her left shoulder twitched, evidently around Felipe' shaft.

A hand brushed up against my left shoulder as someone cupped Taylah's breast. I assumed it was Felipe returning the favour.

"Come back to the fire with us. Please," Emilia was speaking to Taylah.

She didn't answer straight away. She let out a moan first. Without answering, Felipe stood. Taylah and Emilia's hands were still around his cock. Emilia's around the base, with a couple of fingers looped under his shaven balls; Taylah's attempting to wrap her petite fingers around his girth. And failing.

My fingers inside Taylah searched for her depths as her hand on my balls firmed. Emilia's grip loosened slightly as her jerking increased in speed.

As Felipe stood, his entirety was thrust into view. He must have been eight inches long and thick. So, fucking thick. Jesus, the veins were obvious on his circumcised cock. A small curve at the top meant that his shaft was pointing at the sky. When he stood to climb out of the water, he leaned over towards Emilia, who took him in her mouth briefly but eagerly. Her hand around me clenched until he withdrew and climbed out. Cock swinging in the air like a windmill in a windstorm.

I withdrew my fingers from Taylah, who in turn released my ball sack. We all stood; Emilia was the last to let go, releasing my cock after we were all standing.

As we climbed out of the water, I helped Taylah up. As I brought her up, we lent in and kissed passionately for a few moments. I swung her around in front of me, and I pulled my cock down and sat it between her ass cheeks. I brought both hands up and cradled both her breasts, squeezing them together so that I could run both hands over either nipple.

Without trying, my cock separated her pussy lips. She spread her legs slightly as we stood, her trying to tease me inside of her.

Emilia reached for Taylah's hand and took it, leading us back to the fire that Felipe had reloaded with wood.

We laid out towels that we'd left after our last swim. They were warm from the fire. I lay on my back. Taylah went to lie on top of me but was met by Emilia, who rolled her onto her back, next to me.

Emilia kneeled over Taylah, her head facing hers.

"Stay with me for a while," she said to Taylah. As she said this, Felipe lifted her onto her knees, over Taylah. He teased her knees apart before lowering himself down and taking a long, slow length of her pussy with his tongue.

"Ohhh!" Emilia's pleasure was instantaneous.

Felipe paused before doing the exact same again. This time is slower and longer.

"OHHHHH!" She cradled one of Taylah's breasts.

The third time, Felipe paused with his tongue inside his partner. He draped both arms on her hips and used them to pull her tighter onto his warm tongue. He worked deeper inside her. Emilia leaned down and kissed Taylah's breast. She took her nipple in her mouth.

Felipe came up, just as Emilia squeezed Taylah's tits together and caressed and kissed them both.

Now Felipe moved his attention to Taylah. He used his hands to guide her knees apart under Emilia. Then, without hesitation, he leaned down and thrust his tongue inside my wife. The same speed he started with Emilia, he went slowly from bottom to top before moving up to Emilia's pussy, where he continued.

Taylah let out a gasp as his toasty tongue parted her pussy lips and delved inside. He slowly went from bottom to top again, pausing on her clitoris to flick it softly before continuing up to Emilia's bald pussy.

"Brodie. Come here." Emilia beckoned for me as she released Taylah's nipple from her moist mouth.

She reached out and grabbed my shaft, pulling me towards them. Just as Felipe slid his tongue inside her again, she took my cock in her mouth, sliding as far as she could down my manliness.

She moaned as her eyes rolled backwards. A tongue inside her and a cock in her mouth.

Felipe moved back down to Taylah. This time, he slid a finger inside her as he ground his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Emilia guided my knees further apart so that my cock lowered. She aimed my cock towards my wife's tits, where she massaged my engorged tip against her erect nipple while she kissed and sucked Taylah's tits and my shaft. At one point, Emilia had my entire helmet and Taylah's nipple in her mouth--her tongue doing magic work up and over her mouth's contents.

Felipe moved back to his partner; he now spread her ass cheeks further apart to gain entry to her depths. He pulled her back onto him once again, using the free hand that wasn't inside Taylah.

Taylah craned up and took my balls in her mouth as Emilia continued massaging her tits with my tip.

Felipe paused for a moment, taking some moisture from his partner's and Taylah's pussy and rubbing it on his cock.

With my balls in one mouth and my tip in another, I could feel myself starting to tighten.

With no notice, Taylah's head rocked back and she let out a muffled cry. I looked back to see the helmet of Felipe's cock spreading on Taylah. He guided his thickness between her wet lips a couple of times before leaning down on her, trying to work his girth inside her. On his first attempt, he got about two inches inside her. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his mass.

"Ohhhhgggggmmmm." She cried out, still semi-muffled. Her hips thrust up against him in a desperate attempt to get him inside her.

Emilia moved off my wife and turned around to be perpendicular to them.

Felipe lifted and lowered himself again. This time he got three inches inside.

Emilia lowered her torso to press her tits against Taylah's. She was on all fours in front of me.

Felipe lowered himself once more. Four inches -- halfway now.

Taylah lifted her head and eagerly kissed Emilia's nipple. Her breasts weren't as big as Taylah's--probably a C cup. Emilia reached around and grasped for my cock. She caught it and pulled me in towards her wet pussy.

Felipe leaned down on Taylah with a little more force. She brought her knees up and wrapped them around him as he inched inside her. Six inches this time. The volume of dick she was taking was amazing. She continued to groan, her head rocking back and hips thrusting up towards the source of the shaft she was taking.

I took my shaft and rubbed it up and down Emilia's pussy. She was so wet. I guided myself inside her and leaned on her until my hips bounced off her ass. She thrust back against me.

Felipe braced, with half of his hip inside Taylah, before leaning down until his hilt came to rest against her pelvis. He was fully inside her. He paused a moment, taking in the sensation of being fully inside my wife. Taylah cried out, but no sound came out.

Emilia bucked up against me. Her firm ass bounced off my thighs as she fought to control herself.

Felipe started to thrust more firmly and deeply now. Taylah braced against the force by lifting her knees higher and wider to take the momentum and energy he was driving into her.

Emilia's tits bounced as I drove inside her, kneeling over Taylah. Taylah looked up at me, and we locked eyes. I thrust inside Emilia as Felipe piled down on her. Her eyes were glazed, her face in a look of shocked bliss.

Felipe slowed. He'd seen how Taylah's tits were bouncing with the power he was putting through her. She had her head back, crying out as each of his eight thick, veinous inches dived down inside her depths, bottomed out, and then rose up. She'd reached around and was holding his firm ass and dragging him down into her. He paused. Wiggled out of her and knelt over her stomach.

"Do you mind if I...? He lowered his gargantuan cock between her tits. She responded by cupping both and wrapping them around his girth. He started to thrust between them. Emilia helped by assisting by holding her tits for her partner to fuck. He was long enough that he could pull back to the tip and then thrust through her tits and land in her mouth, giving her an inch or two before returning. Each time he thrust, he got a new layer of her saliva over his shaft.

"Stand in front of me." For the first time, I requested something. I withdrew from Emilia and moved down between Taylah's legs, bringing Emilia in front of me. I lifted one of her legs to sit on my shoulder as I lowered myself into my wife's cunt. I thrust fully and deeply inside Taylah as I used my other hand to spread Emilia's pussy to permit my tongue instant deep access to her ravine.

We could feel Felipe thrusting increase again. Taylah's tits bounced as she tried to hold them around his width.

I drove my cock inside Taylah, thrusting deep, enjoying the slapping of thigh on pelvis.

Taylah moaned and groaned as she tried to push back up against me while having a thick-cut cock thrust in her face.

Emilia writhed and thrust against my tongue as she tried to fuck it.

"Your cock! I want your cock!" Emilia was getting close to her climax.

"Oh, fuck her, Brodie. Fuck her!" Taylah was nearing hers as well.

Emilia stepped up off me and lay on her back, next to Taylah. She reached for me and pulled me onto her.

Felipe did one last thrust as deep inside Taylah's mouth before moving back down between her thighs.

I paused between Emilia's legs, as Felipe paused between Taylah's. Simultaneously, we lowered ourselves into each other's respective space.

We all called out in pleasure. Taylah's head rocked back again; Emilia reached out and raised her arms above her head. They both rocked with the effort we put into pleasing them. Felipe bounced off Taylah's pelvis, and I bounced off Emilia's. The sound of fucking pierced the air. Groans from Taylah, moans from Emilia, and cries of FUCCCCCKKKK! From me. Felipe continued, his pace never slowing.

"In or on?" he asked as he continued to pound Taylah.

"Wha?" She couldn't form the words.

Felipe lifted her ass up off the ground and slammed himself deeper and harder inside her. Her tits bounced so violently that they were nearly hitting her in the chin.

"In or on?" he repeated.

Emilia thrust against me so hard that I followed suit, lifting her pelvis up to waist height. With the additional purchase of holding her still, I was able to match Felipe for effort in driving inside his partner. Her tits bounced and circled. It bounced and then circled.

"Do you want me to cum in you or on you?" He was out of breath and out of time. Such was the effort he was putting into Taylah; they'd moved a foot down from us as he continued to fill her with such vigour that she couldn't answer without sounding like she was talking into a desktop fan.

"On," she managed to get out. She wanted Felipe to blow his load on her.

"And Emilia?" Felipe asked.

"On as well."

The final twenty seconds went by in a blur. The pace of fucking became frantic. Arms wailed, and cries echoed; sometimes they sounded distraught, other times ecstatic. By the time I pulled out, there were four people in the midst of utopia.

Felipe lowered Taylah back to the ground. Emilia kept her position by bracing her arms beneath her to adopt a tabletop position.

He pulled out of my wife just as I did Emilia. Felipe has himself three or four slow strokes before thrusting his engorged cock toward Taylah. His first spray landed on her thigh, to the left of her pussy. The next is on her stomach. Then he really groaned as the following three ropes landed on her tits, with the largest hitting her under the jaw. The following ones gradually reduced until he kneeled over her, completely spent.

I stood and moved over Emilia, thrusting my cock between her tits. I held them around my cock while I lost my load, which flowed down to settle below her chin, collecting in the tracheal notch.

As both girls sat up, ropes of sperm ran down their chests, bellies, and legs.

"Jesus Christ!" more than two of us said simultaneously.

"Time for a swim?" I asked.