But touching our cocks was exactly what the girls wanted us to do. "Cum on us, guys!" Liz said. "Let us see you cum!"
We looked at each other and doffed our robes. Barry shrugged and clambered on to the bed, on Liz's side. I got in on the other side and started stroking my dick directly over the ladies' writhing bodies. Barry and I came only seconds apart, and our sperm landed on the bellies and tits of the girls. We leaned back, our dicks still hard but starting to wilt, and the girls hugged again, spreading our cum over their bodies until their entire fronts were wet and sticky with our mixed jism.
Alison laughed. "We did that so you guys could last longer. I knew that Barry wouldn't be in Liz two seconds before he came! Now lay back, boys, and we girls are going to get you hard again!"
For the next half hour, the girls sucked on our dicks. At first, we stayed with our usual partners, but soon the girls switched, and I felt Alison's tongue on my dick for the first time. She was an expert cock-sucker, using a lot more suction than Liz usually did, and it wasn't long before I was rock hard again. Barry was likewise enjoying Liz's efforts, made all the keener by the fact that she was straddling him in a sixty-nine position, giving her full access to her cunt. Alison saw that and positioned herself likewise, and I licked at her cunt until her juices were flowing and running down her leg. Her taste was a little muskier than Liz's was, but perfectly satisfactory, and I loved sucking on those long inner lips of hers. And when I slid my tongue along her cleft and teased her clit, she came with a gush that almost choked me. I heard Liz humming as she blew Barry, making him groan even louder.
And then I heard Liz say, "Let's finish 'em off!" Alison laughed and turned around, so that her vulva was poised over my cock and her saggy breasts, with their pink nipples, were dangling over my chest. She eased herself down on my cock as her husband watched. His eyes went wide at the sight, but Liz distracted him with a kiss and then guided his rod into her. After that, he couldn't care less who was fucking his wife.
Alison set up a steady rhythm as I played with her tits, setting them swinging, pinching the nipples, pressing them against her chest until the tit-flesh bulged along the outline of my hands. She loved it. "Slap me!" I hear her say. "Slap my tits!" I gave them a tentative swat. "Harder!" she hissed. I increased the force. "Harder!" she cried. I slapped them even harder and saw the impact recoil on her breast, leaving red spots on the tender flesh. "Now bite 'em!" I grabbed a swinging breast, pressed it to my mouth, and gave the nipple a nip as she gave a cry of equal pain and passion. And then her vaginal muscles tightened around my dick, squeezing me, and I swear I could actually feel my dick getting sucked up into her womb. I bit her nipple harder, and the suction increased. And then her vaginal muscles suddenly went slack as she climaxed with a shriek. That's when I came, too, with every muscle in my body tightening. My leg and back muscles actually lifted my ass off the bed, and her with it. I felt the pulses of my dick echoed in the tightening and loosening of her Kegels, milking me dry.
Then we uncoupled and rolled apart, but not before Alison whispered into my ear. "You know, you're the first man besides Barry to fuck me in over twenty years!"
"Was it worth the wait?"
"Oh, God, yes! And thanks for being rough, slapping my boobs. Barry doesn't like to do that, as much as I beg him to."
"Believe me, it was a first for me. No woman has ever asked me to do that. And let me tell you, your tits are spectacular when they're flopping around like that!"
Meanwhile, Liz was treating Barry like a fuck toy, bouncing on his body. She was going into full wild-woman mode, getting off on Barry's lust. But try as she might, she wasn't getting off like I knew she could. So I whispered something to Alison, and we knelt on either side of Liz. We each took one of Liz's nipples and sucked like crazy. That did the trick, particularly when I started strumming her clit (which was as erect as I'd ever seen it). "Shit, shit, shit!" she chanted over and over again, and then she grabbed our heads and thrust them against her chest, forcing her nipples --indeed, her whole breasts -- more deeply into our mouths. And she screamed. And laughed. And screamed some more. And cried. And laughed some more, more gasping than laughing. Her body went slack, and we caught her as she slumped. Her body was drenched in sweat.
Barry came then, almost anticlimactically, his facing suddenly flushing as she shot his load into my beloved's womb. We eased Liz down onto Barry's chest, and they hugged. I kissed the back of Liz's neck, while Alison massaged her slippery back. Then Liz rolled off Barry's body, his still hard cock slipping out of her, and Alison grabbed his cock and started sucking him soft. She looked like she'd probably done this a hundred times before, but now there was the flavor of another woman's pussy on that cock. I wondered what she was thinking. But then Liz started sucking my softening cock, licking Alison's juices off.
"Do you know what I'd like to do?" Barry finally said. "I want to eat my cum as it comes out of Liz."
"No," said Liz. "I want Dick to clean me up, so he can taste your cum. And I think Barry should get a taste of Dick's cum."
"How wickedly dirty!" Alison chuckled. "How about it, guys? We girls know what each other's cums taste like. Now it's your turn!"
Barry and I looked at each other sheepishly, and set to work. The girls laughed as we cleaned them up. I must admit that Barry's jizz gave Liz's pussy a different taste. And to my surprise, I liked it.
After a fuck like that, we were incredibly thirsty, and the bottle of champagne was gone in a flash. It went right to our heads, and we all fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. Sometime that night, Alison woke me, stroked me to hardness again, and fucked me, nice and slow and easy. We drifted off again. In the morning, it was Liz stroking me to hardness and mounting me as Alison and Barry made long, leisurely love next to us. After breakfast, we resumed the fun, we guys making love to each other's woman in the bed. After that fuck, neither of us guys could get it up again, but the girls wanted more, so we watched them make love to each other for an hour or two. By that time, their passion was spent for the moment, so we all got up to make lunch and watch a romantic comedy on their home-theater-sized TV. Well, wouldn't you know it, but we all started feeling horny again, so with us guys sporting erections once more, was all got into the hot tub. It was then that Liz gave us a most unusual direction.
"Stand up, guys, and face each other." We did, and the girls knelt in the water on either side of us. Then they pushed us together until our dicks were touching and clasped their hands around them, squeezing them together. Slowly, they wanked us and tickled our balls. It was the first time another man's dick had touched mine, and it would never have happened without the ladies there. Our pre-cum lubricated our dicks and I felt Barry's cock slide against mine with a sensation that was almost electric. I gave into the sensation and, when Barry let his jism fly, my cock felt the pulses of his cock, and that triggered my own orgasm. Our mixed sperm dribbled down our cocks and onto the women's hands, finally dripping into the swirling waters of the tub. Then the girls stood up and we hugged, all four of us, our bodies pressed together and our arms wrapped around each other, kissing each other. We stood like that for a long time, our lust released, basking in the warmth of the water and the love we all had for each other. It all seemed so right. I loved them all.
EPILOGUE
Liz was right about her job prospects. With the good references she'd collected from former co-workers in southern California, she got a job within a month in Chula Vista, not too far from my apartment in San Diego, and gave her notice at the clinic in Fort Bragg. I drove up from San Diego two weeks later in a rented moving truck. We put her belongings in it, including the motorcycle, and headed down the coast.
We eventually got to San Diego and took up housekeeping. Our love deepened, and we became regulars at Black's Beach, although we missed the free-for-all sex of Hard-on Beach. I proposed marriage to her in February, and she accepted. Our wedding was in her hometown of Tempe, Arizona, and was a big church affair paid for by her parents, who turned out to be nice people (and quite wealthy, to boot.) Barry and Alison flew down for the wedding and stayed for the night in our honeymoon suite, which had a bed almost as big as the one they had at home. We didn't get much sleep that night! The next morning, I asked the hotel receptionist if there was an extra charge for two more people in the room. She said, "Well, you didn't dirty up any more sheets, and we'll handle the towel charge. So the extra two are on the house!" And she gave us a conspiratorial wink.
And Liz insisted on holding another reception in Fort Bragg the following spring, because that's where all her friends were. So the first warm day in late May, we returned to Hard-on Beach.
Well, it was definitely a reception to remember! All the regulars were on hand to wish us well. Peer and Inge were there, with Inge eight months pregnant and looking absolutely radiant. Angelo and Chet, Barry and Alison, Jeremy and Sally, Tim and Cora, and a dozen more couples all showed up to help us celebrate. They'd painted their bodies in various ways in honor of the occasion. We smiled, knowing that before the day was out, those designs would be smeared beyond recognition. And we were not disappointed! We had a most unusual reception line, where after shaking hands, our well-wishers gave us a quick caress of our genitals. Liz's nipples got a kiss and suck from all of the men and most of the women, and she gave each dick or cunt a tickle in turn. I gave each man's cock a squeeze, although of the men, only Angelo, Barry and Chet returned my cock-squeeze with one of their own. And I gave each woman a little twat-tickling and nipple-pinching.
The erotic atmosphere was so thick you were almost swimming in it, and everybody was begging for release. So after the toasts, we all spread out our towels and blankets and had a mass fuck, with everybody screwing their significant others publicly and even doing some spouse-swapping here and there. To my delight, Cora and Tim got over their shyness and joined the fun, even if it was on the outskirts of the crowd. And, as usual, Barry and Alison had plenty of spectators.
We thought we were in trouble when, shortly before sunset, the park rangers came by. Inge knew them by name, and greeted them. "Hello, Jason! Hi, Trish! Our friends are having a little party. Can't we stay later? It's a full moon, we can see our way back with no trouble."
"Well, I've already locked the gate, to let people know the beach is closed," Trish said (she was obviously the one in charge.) "But we'll wait for you folks to pack up, and open it when you leave." She observed all the couples fornicating around her and added, "It sure looks like you all are having fun, though!"
