TWENTY-THREE
The Inside Woman
The mattress moved slightly as someone joined me in my bed, the slight jostling drawing me from sleep. I stretched with a groan as I hovered in the twilight of sleep, inhaling and then exhaling deeply with my eyes still closed as I briefly wondered who'd joined me. I hoped it was Teresa because she sometimes liked a leisurely love making session, and after a good night's sleep, a slow and sensual morning fuck seemed like the perfect way to start the day. I'd left my door open last night in invitation, but I'd slept alone because all four of us were fucked out after our play yesterday afternoon and evening.
Nearly a week ago, as Gregorio worked with me to make me a better soccer--football--player so that I'd be at least a
little
competition for him, he and I had developed a scenario to entertain the ladies, and we hadn't included them in the planning nor told them of our idea.
Yesterday afternoon, after noticing Teresa and I floating on the air raft in the center of the pool, with Teresa draped over me as we sucked cock and ate pussy in a leisurely give and take of pleasure, Gregorio had taken the opportunity to put our plan into motion. After tracking Marta down, he invited her to join him for some sun, and then roared with assumed rage that Teresa was sucking my cock as they exited the house. Gregorio had immediately launched himself into the pool, and the fight between us was on. I hadn't expected our plan to be put into action so quickly, but with his cry of mock outrage, I knew what was expected of me, and I dumped Teresa into the water as I prepared to meet his challenge.
At first Teresa and Marta were genuinely surprised and horrified, screaming for us to stop while Teresa tried to separate us, but when Gregorio bellowed he wasn't going to let some big dicked gringo take his wife from him without a fight, and that he was going to prove his cock was better than mine, realization had dawned for them.
As Teresa fled the pool, Gregorio and I flailed about in the water, wrestling violently and trying to drown each other as we snarled and hurled insults at each other. We were lousy fighters because we were more concerned about dueling with our cocks than actually hurting each other. Roaring in rage and indignation, we ground our cocks together or masturbated each other while splashing and bellowing that our cock was going to defeat our opponent's.
Following our loose script, I began losing our duel and tried to escape. I attempted to lever myself out of the pool twice, but Gregorio pulled me back into the water, once by my manhood, for more cockfighting, as I wailed and cried out in erotic distress, before escaping on my third attempt. My opponent followed me out of the pool before tackling me to the grass. We fought desperately, rolling around on the lush lawn while grinding our cocks together as Marta and Teresa shouted encouragement, Marta cheering me on while Teresa did the same for Gregorio.
Professional wrestling had a long history in both the United States and Mexico, and we'd gleefully incorporated some of their tropes into our script. Thus, once out of the pool, I began to turn the tide of our contest as we cried our pleasure and effort to the sky. After a long struggle as we furiously frotted, tumbling over each other as we each took a turn on top as the aggressor, it was Gregorio who was crying out he was about to come and trying to escape our duel. We tumbled again, so that Gregorio was on top and fucking my cock, allowing him to break away and run for the house.
With Teresa and Marta racing after us, I gave chase, catching and dragging him to a stop as we passed the pool. Moving to the final scene of our performance, he'd snatched up the oil bottle he'd thrown into a chair before he'd launched himself into the pool earlier, intending to hit me with it, but I caught his hand. As desperate as our skirmish over the bottle had been, the container might have contained some deadly poison, or have been a knife or some other weapon, and not a soft plastic bottle. With Marta and Teresa still loudly urging us on, we'd strained against each other in a prolonged contest of strength, our hard cocks swinging, bouncing, and occasionally slapping together with our effort to overpower our foe, as we staggered ever closer to the pool's edge. During our desperate struggle, the bottle's lid had opened, and we'd liberally coated ourselves with the liquid from neck to crotch, the glistening oil dripping from our cock and balls as we continued to strain against each other. Finally, as planned, Gregorio turned me, allowing me to take a misstep so that we tumbled back into the pool.
We'd splashed and wrestled, gradually working our way to the shallow end while throwing punches, straining in tight clenches as we tried to drown each other, and grabbing our cocks and balls as we bellowed in presumed agony. It was hard to stay in character and not smile because this fight was far more over the top, and a hell of a lot less painful, than the same type of fight I'd had with Víctor a couple of months ago.
Standing in the shallow end, the water barely to our thighs, Gregorio put up a valiant struggle, but I was finally able to use my superior size to gain the upper hand. Breaking out of a tight, cock grinding clench, I was able to turn Gregorio's back to my chest before snaking an arm around his throat to lock him into place. I rammed his cock into the pool side, his cry of pain so realistic I was concerned I'd actually hurt him... until he ordered me to fuck his ass until I came. When I'd hesitated, he'd ordered me again, stating that his ass would make my cock come before I could make him. Realizing we were still in the game, I'd slowly slid my hard shaft into his ass as he furiously stroked his cock while hissing and moaning with my slow insertion. I started slowly, but soon I was pounding Gregorio's well lubed ass with my arm tight enough around his throat to look good, but not so tight to actually restrict his breathing. As we snarled and growled in pleasure and effort, he released his cock to pull at my arm, battling to break free from my grasp as his equally hard and well-oiled cock slid and scraped against the tiled pool wall with my every furious thrust.
As Gregorio and I struggled against each other, the women began their own sexual competition, grunting, gasping, and snarling as Marta defended her 'husband' from the man-stealing whore trying to take him from her. Laying on the chase directly in front of us, Marta ground her pussy into Teresa's, their breasts flattened together as Teresa's head hung off the foot of the lounge. Their hips squirming, they pulled each other into long, sensuous kisses when not crying out for their rival to come, or how their opponent was going to make them come, or urging their 'husbands' to not give up and prove who had the better cock.
As Marta held her in a kiss, her hard nipples dimpling the soft flesh of her opponent's breasts, Teresa began her bird-like chirps of pleasure while thrusting her hips even more frantically. Breaking the kiss, but still holding Marta's breasts tightly to her chest, Teresa's face twisted with profound pleasure as her wail of orgasmic bliss went straight to my cock. With my roar of completion, Gregorio stopped tugging on my arm, grabbed his cock, and stroked it furiously while hissing and panting until his seed exploded from its tip. As my opponent's essence splashed onto the pool surround, Marta pulled Teresa back into a kiss while fucking her with feverish intensity, before throwing her head back with a loud howling cry to announce her own crushing orgasm.
I smiled sleepily with my memory. From Teresa's first cry of pleasure, to Marta's grunting, shuddering orgasm as Teresa sensually tormented her pussy, had probably been less than thirty seconds as each of us crashed into our orgasm in an unstoppable rolling wave of pleasure.
After taking a couple of minutes to recover from our orgasms, Gregorio and I had crawled out of the pool, taken our 'wives', and fucked the shit out of them. In a roving tangle, the four of us had fucked and fought in the pool and the surrounding yard, swapping partners several times as we fucked, and fought, until each of us came again.
Covered with sand and panting from our efforts and orgasms as we lay in the sand-filled volleyball pit, Marta and Teresa had told Gregorio and me how much they'd enjoyed the game. They must have liked it, because several hours later, after dinner, the women had goaded Gregorio and me into another play fight by arguing over which of their 'husbands' had the hardest cock and could fuck the longest.
With Gregorio and me sitting side-by-side on the couch, the women had knelt between our legs for a prolonged blowjob match, Teresa sucking my cock while my 'wife' worked over Gregorio. Our 'wives' were determined to prove to the other which of them gave better head by making their man come first... while Gregorio and I had tried to prevent ourselves from coming as proof he could last the longest.
Still smiling, my cock hardening as I relived the moment, I remembered how I'd come in Teresa's mouth with a barking cry as she cooed and purred around my shaft. Moments later, Gregorio had grunted out his own orgasm as Marta sucked him dry. The two women had then pulled each other into a long and deep kiss, allowing our mingled come to ooze from their mouths and dribble across their breasts as they used their tongues to smear our seed around their lips.
After slowly withdrawing from their sloppy kiss, Teresa had pulled Marta with her as she backed between my legs and settled over my cock. As my hard rod disappeared into her pussy, she'd leaned back to press her spine into my chest as I scooted down to hang my hips off the front of the couch. Marta had followed Teresa down, taking her into another long, come filled kiss, their glowing breasts pressing together as Gregorio rose from the couch and guided his cock into Marta's pussy from behind.
We fucked the women slowly at first as they continued to kiss, the women gasping and groaning as we pleasured them, each pulling the other back into the gooey kiss if one dared to break it. After a long moment of fucking, Marta came, and after she'd recovered, she'd pulled Teresa off me, shoved her to the other couch, and dove between her legs as Teresa hauled her foe's pussy around to her face. As the women growled and moaned in mutual pleasure, they cried out for their 'husbands' to make the other come. Allowing the women to control our actions, Gregorio and I had loudly grappled while grinding our stiff cocks together, continuously crying out how we were about to come, how we couldn't allow ourselves to come, and how our hard cocks were overpowering our opponent's, but always making sure to stay in sight of the women as they engaged in their own battle of lust.
As the women softly cried out their pleasure and ordered their respective 'husbands' to make his adversary come, while not coming himself, Gregorio and I did our best to fulfill their fantasy. Growling, snarling, and loudly crying out in erotic battle, Gregorio and I had staggered around in our contest of endurance until Teresa and Marta had howled out another orgasm each.
