What Happens in Spain Ch. 15

Almost instantly he grabbed her hips, holding her in place, as he fucked her doggy style. "Oh my God, Tina, look how big his cock is! Oh fuck, this is better than watching you and Eric..." Only vaguely did Irene realize he was talking, not to her, but to Tina. She recognized he was referring to his brother and the time that the three of them had lived together. She remembered Tina saying that Terry had really liked watching her fuck his brother, and now here she was fucking her boyfriend.

Although she was positioned to watch Tina riding Terry, which she had to agree was quite erotic, what her body was concentrating on was the pummeling she was getting from Terry. Ryan was a considerate lover, always taking time to make sure she was wet and ready. Albert had been... not inconsiderate... he had taken some care and gotten her ready, but his plundering of her body had all been about him first and that she got off at all, was secondary. But this... this was different. Terry hadn't made any attempt to ease into her, he'd just taken her. He'd aligned his cock, plunged it into her pussy, and immediately began pounding.

But there had also been no doubt that she was ready. They'd essentially done that to each other in the shower. He had fingered her there and found that she was wet before they came back to the main room, just as she had been stroking his cock, making sure he was fully erect. But nobody had ever dominated her body the way that Terry was right then. No fondling of her tits, or rubbing her bottom, or fingering her vagina or clit to start; he had just flipped her onto her hands and knees, taken his cock and plunged it into her.

And surprisingly, her body was responding rapidly to his thrusts. A growing warmth, not just in her genitals where he was pummeling her, but throughout her body. She felt a flush on her face and chest arising, and in this bottom up, ass in the air position, by moving her arms just slightly she was able to find her breasts and tweak her own nipples. She found her hips pushing back into Terry as he pushed forward, her hips pulling forward as he pulled back, his pelvis slamming into her bottom with each of their combined thrusts.

Unexpectedly an orgasm suddenly burst from her body, burst from her vagina, as for the first time she orgasmed without any extended clitoral stimulation. The glowing warmth in her body had seemingly concentrated as a heat sensation where her vagina was being caressed from the inside by his cock. With each thrust the sensation grew, expanding to her bottom, her pelvis, her belly; a warm glow spreading upward in her body until her orgasm flooded over her.

Unable to hold herself upright, or to watch Tina and Ryan any longer, her shoulders collapsed forward onto the bed, her entire body shaking and yet still her orgasm continued. Each continued thrust by Terry, now once again doing all the movement by himself, enflamed her body even more. He'd set her body on fire with friction, kept it there, and wasn't letting her fire go out. She sensed his thrusts becoming more urgent; harder and less controlled until, with a groan of exquisite agony, he thrust forward and stopped with his cock buried inside her. She felt the spasms of his orgasm filling her, a vague realization that she hadn't discussed birth control with him, or his wife, and she was glad she had taken care of that after her and Maria's scare.

For the moment she and Terry remained on their knees. The firmness of Terry's cock gradually dissipated inside her until he started to pull back and out. He shuddered and tried to push back in, her pussy constricted around his cock, but his prick, now softened, fell out of her pussy and released from Terry's grip she fell completely forward onto her belly. Terry followed suit, at first collapsing on top of her back, his slippery cock squished between his pelvis and her bottom until Terry rolled to her side and put an arm over her shoulder. When she rolled onto her own side, Terry pulled her close, cuddling from behind.

Looking over to Tina and Ryan once again, she realized they must have cum also. Tina was now collapsed forward, her arms holding her slightly above Ryan's chest. From the angle she was viewing them, Ryan's slightly bent cock was visible between Tina's spread legs, the tip end still partly buried in her pussy. Ryan's hands were visible on Tina's smaller tits, caressing; his fingers gently twiddling her nipples.

Irene found herself panting from the exertion, hearing the slowing of similar panting from Terry behind her. Feeling the oozing of his semen from her pussy, she rolled off the bed and moved again to the toilet to clean up. Grabbing a couple of tissues as she came back out, she found Tina in the same position but Ryan's cock, now limp, had fallen out of her with some of his cum visibly drippling from Tina's pussy. She handed Tina the tissues.

"My turn?" Tina asked, and not needing nor waiting for acknowledgement, arose off Ryan, his now totally soft cock flopped onto his belly. Tina placed the tissue to her crotch and wiped her pussy before holding it to her sex and moved toward the toilet.

Irene crawled back onto the bed beside Terry, lying on her back. Terry's arm again went over her, this time completely across her breasts until his hand drew back, his fingers stopping to play with her nipple. Instantly she knew that four willing adults had all cum while in the same room, but recognized she knew she wasn't done. She wanted more. The fire in her pussy erupted as Terry whispered, "You've really got great tits." For some reason she glanced sideways at Ryan, found him watching Terry's fingers playing with her nipple. An unseen communication passed between them; Ryan had recognized that she wanted more, his slight nod saying to 'go for it.'

Exhaling in pleasure, she lay there letting Terry caress her for a moment before her hand reached between them to find his now wilted cock, still slippery with their combined juices. Squeezing him, she realized that if she let it go, he was done for the moment, but she wasn't ready to do that. Rolling over to face Terry, she again rose to her knees and turned to where she could take him in her mouth.

Having shrunk nearly totally, she found it was nothing to take him totally in her mouth. She instantly recognized the taste of his semen, but also of her own pussy juices. She'd never tried to taste her own pussy before, but her mind correlated it with Maria and Carmen, both of whom she had licked to orgasm. Carmen had tasted slightly different than Maria, both of whom she could now compare to the taste of her own juices. Slightly different, but not unpleasant, and she wondered momentarily if Tina's juices would taste any different. It was just a momentary thought as she felt Terry's cock already responding to her sucking, her concentration moving away from other experiences back into this one. Terry groaned in exquisite agony; her sucking moved more and more towards the head as his cock stiffened to her pleasuring. She had no intention of sucking him off, just sucking him hard, and when he'd grown fully erect again, he suddenly took over, pushed her away and onto her back.

Rolling on top of her, he pressed his pelvis into her belly, rubbed his erection into her stomach. He leaned in and sucked first one nipple and then the other, and then moved upward. When his cock reached her tits, supporting himself on one hand he reached down and taking his cock in hand rubbed it against her nipples. "My God, you're so fucking sexy," he said, rising so he was straddling her chest, his legs pressing against her tits, and thrust his cock into her face. His hand guided his cock to her cheeks, to her nose, stroking her face. When he dragged it back across her lips, she stuck her tongue out to caress the soft spot, his exhaled groan of pleasure all she needed. Pursing her lips, she wet them with her tongue and caressed the sensitive spot as well as she could. "Oh Fuck, Irene... Oh my God," he groaned aloud as he pulled away. Moving his body further down her own, when his cock came to rest between her tits, she knew exactly what he wanted, exactly what every other man had ever wanted -- to fuck her tits.

She pressed her breasts together around Terry's cock. His thrusts small to begin with, confined to her breasts themselves, but as he got more animated his thrusts began to reach to her chin. Unhesitatingly she attempted to lick his cock head whenever it reached her face, her tongue coming out and searching for it. It wasn't every thrust upward, perhaps every second or third, that she was able to run her tongue onto the sensitive spot again, eliciting a moan of approval every time she did. He stopped at the top of one thrust, and she opened her mouth, craning her neck until she could take the head in her mouth. He pulled away with a groan, but returned several strokes later to let her take him in her mouth again. She did, feeling how his cock head had swollen even larger, realizing with every thrust he was approaching closer and closer to another orgasm. His thrusts continually got more ragged until finally his head arched back, his thrust stopping with his cock sticking out of the top of the valley of her breasts, yet not quite to her mouth. His ejaculate came in two spurts, the first spraying onto her face, against her chin and lips and nose; the second one smaller virtually dribbling to her neck. She felt his cock throb in couple of dry spasms, his movements coming to a halt, still sitting on her breasts. Moving her arm around his leg she grabbed his cock, squeezing as he shrank, another dribble of cum oozing from the tip. She ran her thumb over the small dribble at the end of his cock, eliciting another groan of pleasurable agony from him.

When she finally pushed Terry aside, her body sighed in relief as the weight of his body was removed from hers. He started to lie down and cuddle in beside her again, but she stopped him with an "Uh-uh, Buddy. That was nice, but now it's my turn. You need to use your tongue on me now."

"Gladly, my lady," he whispered, still panting from his own orgasm. Leaning back into her, his lips and tongue found her nipples, sucking and tonguing, before kissing down her body. Sliding down, partly off the end of the bed, he stopped between her legs, looked up and then crawled slightly over Irene to grab his pillow. Moving back he had her lift her bottom, sliding the pillow underneath before telling Irene to give him her pillow also. Lifting her bottom once again, when she lay back with her neck and shoulders flat on the bed it felt like her pelvis was pointed to the sky, but it was exactly the angle that Terry wanted.

Irene closed her eyes and let Terry pleasure her. He teased her sex at first, his tongue penetrating her vagina, slipping between her lips, slithering around her clit. He had her on the verge of orgasm several times, only to ease off, let her almost recover, and then do it again. First one finger slipped into her vagina and then another, finger fucking. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked, his tongue buzzing back and forth. She felt his fingers pull away from her pussy, and a second later his middle finger once again was pressing against her anus. She wanted to constrict her pelvis, accentuating the pleasures of his fingers in her vagina, but now unconsciously pressed back against his finger when it pressed against her, and his finger again slipped inside her.

Without much movement at first, he slowly began moving his finger in and out just a bit, up to his first knuckle, while still sucking and licking hard against her clit. Feeling her orgasm approaching, Irene's head arched back, her pelvis rising against Terry's face, willing him to get her off. Just as her body could take no more, his thumb slipped into her vagina, his fingertip in her ass, and her body exploded in ecstasy.

After her orgasm eased, Terry pulled away and without saying anything stepped to the toilet where she heard him washing his hands. Looking across to the other bed she found Tina lying on the far side of Ryan looking at her, just watching, with Ryan's expended and mostly limp cock in her hand. Whether they had done it again or just the once she had no idea, she'd totally lost herself in the pleasures of Terry's tongue and hands. Tina smiled and winked at Irene, stood up, and followed her husband into the toilet.

Before Terry could return, Irene stood and again reached for a tissue. Wiping her lips and nose where Terry had come on her face, she saw a glistening patch on Ryan's belly. Stepping forward to the other bed she reached down and wiped the semen that had dribbled from his crotch and cock. "That," she said, dropping the damp tissues to the floor and climbing onto the bed beside Ryan, "was hot."

"Hmm," Ryan said, "you're not upset?"

"For what?" Irene asked in surprise.

"For us... swapping... without telling you?"

"What?" Irene replied, now confused.

"Tina said she wanted a go with Ryan if the chance happened," Terry spoke up from the other bed where he'd returned, "And when I spoke with Ryan about it, he said you had indicated you knew about that and hadn't necessarily disapproved of it... so we... well, we agreed to swap tonight."

"You?" Tina said, just then walking back out of the toilet, a towel now wrapped around her body again even though the other three of us were naked. "You and Ryan,planned to do this tonight?"

"Huh," Irene added, "I guess we were all thinking the same thoughts then. I told Tina months ago that if she wanted to, um..." she paused, looking for the right words, "'try Ryan on for size,' the next time we got together she could. It was OK with me, at least if he wanted to. I told her I figured he might, he... or rather, we didn't mind her watching us and taking care of herself in San Jose. At least, not after the first time. I kinda thought it was just us who planned this today. When we were alone, we discussed how I would take Terry into the shower with me while you two," she said, her eyes glancing from Tina to Terry and back while her hand slipped behind her, gripping and squeezing Ryan's limp cock, "got to... know each other... better."

With Irene once again lying with Ryan, Tina crawled up on the other bed, snuggling behind Terry, who was lying on his side facing Ryan and Irene.

Nobody said anything for a couple of minutes. "Was Ryan everything you thought he would be?" Terry finally asked, obviously speaking to his wife.

"Hmmm," Tina answered. "I really love the way you take care of me," she spoke aloud to Terry, "but that was really nice. I've never felt so...full before. What about you Irene? Did my husband take care of you properly?"

"That was..." she started, and stopped, thinking of the words to use. "That was pretty phenomenal. I've never been so... so... dominated, I guess. I was... he was..." she stopped and shook her head. "That first one, it was an amazing orgasm, and he never even touched my clit, he never touched my nipples, he just... controlled my body as nobody, not even Ryan, has ever done."

Lifting Ryan's arm, she rolled over to face him, bending her face to Ryan and closed her eyes as Ryan's lips met hers. It wasn't an I want to fuck you kiss, but rather a Thank You, as if it was, that they that had just made love. "I'm glad you did that for her," she whispered so that even if Terry and Tina heard her talking, hopefully they wouldn't hear her words. "I really liked sharing you with her." Ryan didn't say anything, just kissed her forehead. "Was she good?"

"She's different. She knows what she wants," Ryan whispered quietly, neither confirming nor denying that Tina had been a good fuck.

Her body completely relaxed, Irene's mind drifted over the last hour as she got closer to sleep. If a year before someone had told her that she'd be having an affair, be swapping with what was becoming one of her best friends and letting her fuck her boyfriend while she herself was fucking her friends husband, that she would have had an all girlfriend sex weekend where she'd been introduced to both giving and receiving sapphic love, and finding that she liked it. Her last thought of tasting herself on Terry's cock morphed into the hints that Tina had given about wanting to explore with a woman. "I know what I want, too," she breathed aloud, her words barely heard by Ryan.

"What?" he whispered in return, answered only by Irene's rhythmical breathing and he realized that she was asleep.