Operation: Rigid

NINETEEN

Triple Teamed

Teresa shrieked with excitement and surprise when I popped out from behind an obscuring hedge she was creeping toward, and launched my last water filled missile at her, the projectile hitting her squarely in the chest to explode with drenching results.

It was me versus the rest of my housemates in a battle to the soaked. I'd complained their proposed three to one advantage was unfair, but I was overruled with them claiming I could throw a balloon farther and more accurately than any of them. I'd made the mistake of playing soccer against Gregorio once, and while he'd made me look like a stumbling-drunk idiot, my years playing little league and high school baseball and football would serve me well in this game. There were no winners or losers in this fight, as there was no way to keep score, so I finally acquiesced to their united front.

The only thing I knew for certain was Teresa was a lot wetter than I was, even before my latest attack. She returned fire with her last balloon, but missed completely as I ducked to the side, the green, water filled container bursting harmlessly on the grass behind me.

We'd been playing the game for over an hour, stalking and chasing each other around the compound in our swimsuits as we heaved balloons at each other, with several short truces in the middle as we rearmed ourselves. Now I was sorry that we'd only bought one package of balloons. At the time of the purchase, I wasn't sure if my housemates would enjoy the game, and a hundred balloons seemed like a lot, but I was fresh out of ammo and there were no more balloons in the bag. Gregorio and Marta were working as a team, and when I'd last splashed them, they'd each had one balloon left after their counter barrage as I ducked back behind the shrub I'd been using for concealment and ran. Assuming they still had them, with no way to rearm, I was nothing but a target when they finally found me.

"You're hardly even wet," she pouted, but I could tell it was an act.

"You are."

She smiled as she began sauntering toward me. "In more ways than one," she purred as she reached between her legs to slowly caress her womanhood through her swimsuit.

It'd been more than two full days since I'd faced off against Víctor. I was mostly over being weirded out from my fight. I kept telling myself it was no different than the contact I'd had with other men when sharing Lori or fighting in the nude for Alison. When I was fighting for Alison's pleasure, or my previous fight with Víctor at Martos' compound, and the one after our match for that matter, the fight hadn't been sexual, at least for me, so that hadn't bothered me. Likewise, Lori had often rubbed my cock against another guy's member while sucking us, and that hadn't bothered me either, nor did I freak out if another guy's come happened to splash on me while we were fucking Lori or one of her friends. I kept telling myself this was no different, but it was. Every time in the past, the contact had been incidental while sharing a woman, or completely nonsexual when fighting. With Víctor, the contact was anything but incidental and nonsexual.

The thing that made my mind spin in ever tighter circles, was how turned on I'd become. Marta had been right, and getting mad had gotten me started, but then the anger had been replaced by the same need I had when I was deep in my lust, and was reaming out some chick with the intent of making her tap out. I'd always seen myself as strongly hetero, and I still felt that way. I had no sexual attraction to Gregorio, or any of the other men, but I was having trouble reconciling how turned on I'd been, and how I saw myself.

My housemates must have sensed I was struggling with what'd happened, and hadn't ridden me about it. We didn't avoid the subject, but when it came up in passing, they acted like it was the most natural thing in the world, and made no more issue of it than we did any of the other sexfights we'd been involved in. I supposed in this world of competitive fucking, it

was

normal.

The first night after the fight I was out of action, mostly because my cock and nipples were so fucking sore, but also because I was inside my head and couldn't seem to get out. The next day, we'd gone shopping, and that helped by giving me something else to think about. That night, I'd been invited to join in, but Gregorio had to handle both Marta and Teresa himself. I used the excuse that my cock and nipples were still a bit tender, which was true, but I left unsaid that I was also still trying to come to grips with what I'd done. I'd been fucking Teresa and Marta with Gregorio for months now, but for some reason, the thought of sharing a bed with him now left me feeling slightly... squicky, for the lack of a better word.

It wasn't Gregorio who was the problem, it was me, and I didn't want to do anything that might create friction between us. Now, after another good night's sleep, and staying out of my head most of the day, plus the distraction of having a spirited water-balloon fight, I felt like I was almost back to my old self.

The only thing that still gave me pause was, when thinking back to my fight with Víctor, and recalling how I'd overpowered his cock with mine, the memory kind of turned me on. I was making peace with myself over what happened, but the recollection turning me on made me wonder if Marta had been right when she'd predicted it was only a matter of time before I'd be fine with fucking another man. I mentally shook my head before I started down that rabbit hole again. I wasn't going to fight it, or push it. If I started finding men sexually appealing, then I'd deal with my feelings about it then.

As Teresa melted into me, I stopped thinking about my fight with Víctor. I picked her up and pulled her into a torrid kiss as she wrapped her arms and legs around me and began slowly humping my stomach. "Do I need to help you out of these wet clothes?" I rumbled as our lips slowly parted.

"Not yet," she murmured before she pulled my lips back to hers. "I like you making me wet," she continued softly as our kiss dissolved.

"I like making you wet."

She smiled as she squirmed in my arms, and I slowly let her slide down my body. I hadn't been hard when I flung the balloon at her, but I was now, a condition she noticed. "You got your head back in the game?"

I flashed a crooked smile. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good. You didn't do anything any of us haven't done ourselves. It's hard the first time, I remember, but it gets easier. Nobody cares or will judge you. It's all part of the competition." She glanced at my bulging swimsuit before cupping me with her hand. "I have to tell you, that was hot as hell... and I'm glad you shut that fucking Víctor up once and for all."

"I hope so. I don't know what his problem is with me."

She grinned. "Don't pretend you're stupid. You know why. He was top cock until you got here. He doesn't like that you're just as big as he is, that your

cock

is just as big, and that you can keep it up longer."

"Yeah, well... tough shit for him," I grumbled.

She chewed on her bottom lip a moment. "Gregorio is a good fuck, but he's better with men, and he can't handle both of us... not like you can. He tapped out last night before I was finished." She paused as she licked her lips slowly in the way women have that makes a man's blood run hot. "I think I should make sure you're alright and ready to compete. Voice wouldn't like it if you're not in peak form before the next tournament," she murmured as she began to sink lower, pushing her sunglasses up into her hair before tugging my swimsuit down to free my cock, the sunglasses perched on her head making her oh so sexy.

"Maybe we should."

"I think so too," she cooed before my cock disappeared down her throat.

I hissed softly as I placed my hands on her head and held my cock in her mouth. After a moment she shoved back against my gentle press, spitting on my cock before teasing my balls with her lips and tongue while pulling my swimsuit the rest of the way off. I stepped out of the tight red fabric the instant before she began sucking the head of my cock, lustily battering the tip with her tongue while stroking my length hard and fast between finger and thumb.

"Fuck," I growled softly as she thoroughly worked my cock and balls over with her lips, tongue, and fingers.

When she swallowed me deep again, I held her head as I pumped my hips, slowly face fucking her as she pulled her top down to expose her amazing breasts. My head thrown back, my teeth bared to the sky, I held myself deep for a long moment until she began struggling to escape.

When I released her head, she quickly drew back and then spat on my cock again. "I want you to come on me," she purred as she played with my balls and pumped her tightly clenched fist over my slippery cock. "I want you to empty that big hard cock onto my tits." I groaned again as my cock disappeared into her mouth and she gripped my ass to hold me deep.

"Fuck!" I snarled as she threw herself back, sucked in lungsful of air, coughed once, and then plunged my cock into her mouth again.

As I hissed and growled in pleasure, she held me deep until lunging back, panted a moment, and then began battering the underside of my cock's head. A moment later, she tried to force her tongue into the slit at the tip of my cock, causing me to gasp and grunt.

"Come on," she cooed as she rapidly caressed my shaft. "I want all the come in those balls on my tits!"

"Fuck! You keep this shit up and you're going to get it!"

"Do it! Come on my tits!" she growled before plunging my cock back into her mouth. She sucked me for a long moment as I gently thrust my hips, unable to remain still, until she forced herself back. "You going to come? You going to come on my tits?" she purred while stroking my saliva slickened rod.

"Fuck," I snarled as my need to orgasm continued to rise.

"Do it!" she cooed while kissing, licking, and stroking my cock. "Come on my tits, and then I want you to fuck me." She must have sensed I was getting close as she began fondling and lapping my cock and balls more aggressively. "Give it to me," she purred, her tone calculated to make a man ache with desire. "Give me your come."

"Fuck... fuck... fuck...

fuck

! " I growled as she tortured me with sweet intent until I exploded, my essence landing on her breasts as she purred and cooed while slapping my cock against her soft, fleshy mounds.

"Keep coming," she urged as she continued to torment me with her fingers, roughly squeezing every drop of come from my shaft.

I grunted and jerked as pleasure skittered along my nerves before grabbing her hand to stop her milking. "Fuck," I breathed after a moment.

With a smug smile, she rose from her knees and pressed her come slickened breasts into my chest. As I pulled her into a torrential kiss, I tugged at the strings of her swimsuit. Her white suit dropped away as she stepped back, the self-satisfied smile still gracing her lips as she slowly turned away from me and placed a foot on the low rock wall containing the planting bed. Bending over before looking over her shoulder at me, the invitation couldn't be clearer. My steel hard cock in my hand, I squatted and steered my rod into her waiting womanhood, my soft grunt of pleasure mingling with her quiet gasp, as I slowly slid deep into her wetness.

"Fuck," she whispered as she twisted toward me and offered me her arm for support.

I gripped her arm gently but firmly with one hand, while grabbing her opposite hip with the other to stabilize her. I fucked her slowly for a moment, our soft gasps and sighs barely audible over the sounds of nature and the slap of my hips against her firm ass. I picked up my pace as we fell into a rhythm, the slapping of flesh against flesh becoming faster and louder. I was slightly hunched over her back, my teeth bared at her in lust as we gave and took pleasure, when something firm but yielding crashed into my back, bursting in a dousing explosion of cold water. A second impact followed a bare moment later with the same results.

I cried out as I jerked in surprise, arching my back with the water balloons' impacts, my sudden movement causing Teresa to stumble off the low wall as I rammed my cock deep. When Teresa started sucking my cock, I'd completely forgotten that I was being hunted. Pulling my cock out of Teresa, I turned and faced my attackers.

"We got you," Marta said, her face telegraphing her smugness as she and Gregorio sauntered toward us. They were standing out in the open, less than ten feet from me and well away from any concealing landscaping, and I hadn't even noticed.

"I was... distracted," I rumbled in reply as Teresa adjusted her position, grabbed my cock and tried to steer it back inside her. Without me squatting I was far too tall and it didn't work, so she turned, dropped to her knees, and took me into her mouth.

"Looks like your cock has recovered," Gregorio teased.

"Looks like it to me too," Marta purred before I could respond, never slowing as she continued toward Teresa and me while tugging the strings on her bathing suit, the tiny bits of green and yellow cloth dropping to the ground behind her.

Teresa pulled my cock from her warm and wet mouth before gripping it with her fist. "I wanted to make sure he was back to normal," she said while slowly but firmly stroking my cock.

"Are you," Marta asked as her gaze held mine.

"Yeah, I think so."

Her eyes and face hardened. I'd seen that look many times in the last four months, and it meant she was working herself up for some hard fucking. "We better make sure," she breathed as she twisted my head, taking my lips into a scandalous kiss as Teresa swallowed my shaft again. When she finally pulled back from the kiss, Gregorio had dropped his blue swimsuit and was stroking his stone hard cock.

"Down on the ground," Marta ordered, her tone brooking no argument. "I've been wanting to do this since we left Bautista's. Watching you and Víctor cockfighting in that pussy was hot as fuck!"

"That's what I said," Teresa murmured as I settled to my back on the thick grass, her lips never far from my cock. The ground wasn't as springy as the specially prepared surface at Pico's, but it wasn't bad.

Gregorio nodded. "Yeah, I want to try it out."

Marta crouched as if she were going to mount me, but Teresa pushed her aside. "Wait your turn, bitch. His cock was in me first."

"Fuck her, gringo," Marta sneered as Teresa settled over me, my cock sliding back into her warm wetness. "Fuck the shit out of her."

Teresa leaned backward over my legs and propped on stiff arms as I began thrusting into her. To the side, Marta dropped to her knees and began working over Gregorio's hard cock as he held her head in his hands, but I wasn't focused on them, I was focused on fucking the shit out of Teresa as Marta ordered... not that I needed any encouragement. After a long moment of me fucking Teresa, she moaned as she flopped forward to lay on my chest.

"Fuck," she murmured as she held her lips close to mine, her hands pressed into the ground next to my head. "I'm going to come." Her amazing breasts sloshing with our motion, I forced her upright before reaching between us to caress her button. "Oh!" she gasped as she began rocking her hips, our sweaty bodies moving easily against one another's.

Her face twisted as if she were about to cry. It was her 'I'm going to come' face when she wasn't fighting her climax. With another moan, she fell over me again, flattening herself to my chest for a torrid kiss, our tongues dueling as she continued to fuck me.

"Make that bitch come," Marta growled from beside us just before Teresa began to twitch and writhe.

While growling low and deep in her chest, Teresa quickly sat up with my cock still inside her, her hips squirming violently as she rode out her orgasm. "Fuck," she gasped as she sat on my cock, her back curved as she hunched over. "Fuck," she murmured again a moment later as she began to relax and straighten. "Sometimes you make me come so fucking hard," she continued with a sigh.

"Move," Marta growled while nudging Teresa's shoulder. "I want that cock."

As Teresa slowly rolled off me, Marta was waiting to take her place, Gregorio remaining where he'd been standing, stroking his saliva slickened his cock with a small smirk on his lips. She wasted no time swinging a leg over me so that she settled with her hand pressing into my legs.

"Show me what you've got," Marta sneered, her tone deriding and challenging. "Let's see if you can make my pussy come before your cock does."

Where Teresa occasionally liked a nice, regular fucking, like we'd just shared, Marta wanted her fuckings one way only... hard, fast, and competitive. I grabbed her by her huge, firm breasts, and hauled her backward onto my chest. I suspected it was because of her implants, but Marta's nipples were always hard, and with her nipples poking out between the first two fingers of each hand, I held her to my chest as I began ramming my cock into her as hard and fast as I could, grunting and gasping with effort and pleasure.

"That's it! Fuck my pussy!" she sneered.

After a long moment of fucking, Teresa draped herself over us, her knees almost touching my head as she began to tease Marta's womanhood. As Teresa settled into position, Gregorio slowly crouched between Marta's legs and replaced Teresa's fingers with his own, as Teresa shifted away and took his cock into her mouth.

"Fuck! Suck his fucking cock!" Marta growled as Gregorio teased her garden.

A moment later, a hand pulled my cock from Marta's pussy, before it was surrounded by the warm wetness of someone's mouth as Marta took my lips. As Marta was kissing me, and Teresa had Gregorio's cock in her mouth, that left only one mouth available. Before I could decide how I felt about being sucked by a man, my cock was shoved back into Marta's pussy.

"Don't you fucking go soft," Marta growled as I began fucking her again. "You keep that fucking cock rock hard." I'd lost a bit of my stiffness when I realized who's mouth I was in, but I quickly returned to my normal hardness as I fucked her. "That's it! Fuck me with that big hard cock! Fuck my pussy!"

A moment later, my cock was again pulled from Marta's tunnel before Gregorio thoroughly cleaned it with his lips and tongue. "Fuck..." I growled. The man certainly knew how to suck a cock.

"That's it. Swallow that big fucking cock," Marta murmured as she sat up and watched a moment before grabbing Gregorio's head and plunging him fully over my cock. "Make him come! Make that big cock come!" She twisted to look at me, her face hard as Gregorio pulled back. "Don't you go soft, you gringo motherfucker! You better keep that fucking cock

hard

!"

"Fuck... I'm going to come," Gregorio snarled around my cock before Marta shoved his head down to plunge me deep again. As Marta gripped Gregorio's head, forcing him to fuck me with his mouth, Teresa continued to torment him, her head bobbing, her tongue flicking, and her lips caressing. "Fuck, Teresa, don't make me come. Please, don't make me come," he growled, his hips thrusting slowly as he swallowed me again.

With a wet and noisy slurp, Teresa left Gregorio's cock as Marta leaned back onto my chest to kiss me lustily. "Fuck..." I groaned, losing my battle with pleasure as Teresa draped herself over me, her lips and tongue teasing Marta's pussy as Gregorio continued fucking my cock with his lips.

"He wants it. Give it to him," Marta murmured into my mouth. "Give him your come."

"Fuck!" I barked as I erupted into orgasm, Gregorio sucking me lustily as I splashed into his mouth. "Mother

fuck

!" I snarled a moment later, before growling hard and deep as he tormented me with lips and tongue, as my cock furiously fucked his mouth.