"So these guys..." Sean mused, after Kristen had finally let him come up for air. "Did you catch their eye the same way you did with me?"
"No, this was in public, so I had to be a little more modest about it. A little more modest," she clarified, with a twinkle in her eye. "I wouldn't say I was subtle."
"Did you take both of them at once?"
"Er, yeah, when I could manage it..." Kristen glanced back down her body, between her outstretched thighs. "Sean, I might be imagining this, but it seems like your dick is getting hard again. Is it just the thought of me being filled by two boys that's doing it for you, or is it the thought of me taking their sperm too?"
"Take your pick," Sean muttered, pulling her down onto the bed beside him and squeezing her tight as they kissed. They spent a few minutes in each other's arms, the pace of their love-making gradually increasing. Soon they were rolling around on the crumpled sheets, working each other up into a frenzy. Kristen felt Sean's dick press against her thigh, getting stiffer with each passing moment. She couldn't remember ever having got someone hard again this quickly. However, to get the most out of it she might need to finish the job herself; a tough assignment, but a sacrifice she was willing to make.
Prising herself free of Sean's grip, she reached down and took hold of his shaft. She stroked him steadily while she looked into his eyes, faintly mouthing the most obscene of suggestions. He fidgeted impatiently on the bed, his hips thrusting forward, determined to be inside her once more. She worked on him until she had a nice firm erection, then got up on her knees and crawled over to his crotch, her mouth wide open. "I told you to get used to me being down here," she reminded him. Before she could get it in her mouth, however, she felt Sean's hands on her hips pulling her back a little.
"Fair's fair. I could get used to this view as well, y'know." He kissed her on the thigh as he parted her legs and swung them into position above him. Kristen felt his hands grip her ass and lower her down towards him. His warm breath on her pussy was replaced a moment later by the gentle lap of his tongue, pressing against her clit. She gave a little start of excitement and the tip of his cock twitched right below her in response. Needing no further guidance, she plunged straight down on the shaft, swallowing it almost whole.
The two of them settled into their positions as though it were second nature. There was no chance of an imminent climax for either of them, so they were free to take their time and sample each other just how they wanted. Kristen knew that she could play with her toy without fear of breaking it, and she sucked hard and deep on Sean's dick, the moist sound of her throat echoing in the confined room. She ran one hand along the inside of his thigh while gently massaging his balls with the other, teasing the possibility of a second load. She was delighted to see his legs spread wider on the bed in front of her as his dick grew ramrod straight in her mouth; her touch was both relaxing and exciting him at the same time.
Meanwhile Sean's tongue glided smoothly over her clit, sending little waves of pleasure radiating out from her crotch. He had established a nice comfortable rhythm, licking and then sucking; but every now and then she heard his ragged intake of breath and felt his nose pushing against her skin, and she knew that the hunger for her was still there. That turned her on so much that she dug her knees into the bed and stretched out shamelessly on top of him, soaking up everything he could give her. Now and then when he came up for air she wiggled her backside temptingly in his face; eventually he took the bait, and a wicked smile appeared faintly through her bulging cheekbones. She ground her hips from side to side on his face, reminding him exactly where he was.
When she had drowned Sean's cock in her spit, Kristen sucked her way back up it and gave the tip a long, satisfied lick. She squeezed her thighs around his jaw and enjoyed another few seconds of his mouth on her clit, and it was definitely his best effort; she was reluctant to give it up, but it was not what she wanted right now, at this exact moment. Detaching herself from his lips with the sticky sound of her own juices, she pivoted elegantly round on his body till she was facing him. She placed her hands flat on the bed and loomed over him like a tigress. "Don't tell anyone, but..." She bent down and dropped her voice to a whisper. "...I think I'm ready to get fucked again. If you can manage that."
Sean rolled to one side and took a firm grip of her hair, pinning her in an upright position, arms and legs spread invitingly for him. In an instant he was up on his knees behind her. She took a deep breath and felt him split her open, her pussy making a loud squelching noise as the walls were pushed aside. The next few minutes passed in a blur, sweat dripping off her haunches, her hair stretching taut down her back as Sean pulled it tight between his fists. Every stroke of his penis seemed to reach deeper inside her than the next, and she clung onto the covers as he pounded her remorselessly.
With most partners her orgasms were a private thing, something they were often completely oblivious to; but bent over in this animal pose, she could tell that Sean knew exactly what he was doing to her, and how hard she was going to come. Once he knew she was close, his thrusts slowed down to a careful, controlled rhythm, teasing it slowly, painstakingly out of her. Kristen felt a tingling sensation spreading all the way up her body, just as her legs gave out on her. "Oh,
God
..." she muttered, the words catching in her throat. She collapsed face down on the bed and mewled helplessly, inhaling the smell of warm linen from her own body. It glistened in the fading summer light as she lay there trying to get her breath back.
She was grateful to be hidden from view at that moment as her face was a mess, and her brain on fire. She suddenly felt Sean's mouth on her back, kissing her all the way up her spine, and so heightened were her senses that it almost gave her another orgasm. With a tremble she fell down onto the bed and visibly, bodily shook it loose. Sean ran his hands down her flanks and then gently lifted her into his embrace, supporting her as she almost fell against his shoulder. He cupped her breasts with one hand while running the other through her wet, tangled hair. Their lips brushed together gently, and their heartbeats gradually slowed.
Kristen puffed air out of her cheeks. "So... how much do you make exactly?" They both laughed softly, rocking back and forth on the bed in each other's arms.
"I guess I don't need to ask if you liked that."
"No, you don't." Kristen put an arm round Sean's neck, smiling weakly. "You really don't." With difficulty she eased her body round so that she was facing him, and looked straight up into his eyes. "Did my pussy feel good?" He gave her the drollest of looks, and she grinned in embarrassment. "Point taken."
He kissed her hard, and they both rose up on their knees, pressing forward into each other's arms, until they were locked inseparably together. Kristen squeezed her hand down Sean's torso, until suddenly his dick sprang into her fingers, warm and oozing and clearly desperate for release. "Your turn again," she whispered to him.
"It's OK, I can keep going..."
"I know you can!" she exclaimed with raised eyes. "But it's still your turn. You've earned it."
She kissed him again, and at the same time she began to stroke his cock, faster and harder than she had before. By now she had a pretty good idea of how to stimulate him, but she wasn't surprised when his own hand replaced hers. Wrapping both arms round his neck, she kissed him all over his face and throat, whispering encouragement at the same time.
"This is going to make quite a mess," Sean muttered, sweat pooling on his brow as he pumped furiously at his dick.
"Good job I'm in the way then, isn't it?" said Kristen, pawing at his neck. "You can get me as dirty as you want. Just leave it all out there, OK?" She kissed him again, and Sean nodded silently.
Watching a guy jerk off was one of those things that had never been on Kristen's to-do list, but would have jumped at if someone had ever suggested it to her; a bit like getting a plane ticket to somewhere exotic she'd never thought of before. She kept sneaking glances downwards to Sean's cock, and the glances lasted longer each time. The pace he was going at looked almost painful, but then she remembered that it was his equipment and it was his second time round too. As his hand gripped the shaft tighter the veins on it began to stick out, the tip bulging forwards.
Kristen looked Sean squarely in the eye, and purred, "Make it a good one." She saw his breathing get shallower, his face twist into a grimace, and she looked down once again. She was just in time to see a massive wad of cum spurt out of the tip of his dick, spattering all over her chest. Her breasts were suddenly engulfed in the warm, sticky residue, and she gave a little gasp of surprise and awe. As she listened to his groans of pleasure, she began to laugh. "Wow, you did make it a good one, didn't you? And this was round two!"
Sean wiped his forehead and gave a deep sigh. "This doesn't happen every time, believe me..."
"I know," said Kristen, kissing him on the cheek. "You sure know how to give a girl a compliment." They embraced each other again, both drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted. The cum on her chest was beginning to congeal and sink down her body, but she stayed in Sean's arms for a long time, relaxing and getting used to his touch.
"You're incredible," he whispered in her ear, stroking strands of her hair back.
"Thank you," she replied, mouthing it almost silently. She realised that now they were finished, now the erotic charge between them had gone, she still felt comfortable being close to him. Standing in front of her nightclub pick-ups with their cum on her had felt awkward and weird, but she could happily stay like this for a while. She sank down onto the bed, stretching out her arms and legs lazily. "God, I need a nap. If I drop off, make sure I don't turn over, will you? I'll still be paying for your dry-cleaning next year."
Sean flopped down beside her, running a hand down her hip and thigh. "Don't worry. I'll keep a very close eye on you." His fingers wandered admiringly over her curvaceous figure, and Kristen closed her eyes and basked in the early evening heat, recalling the highlights of the past two hours. With the cabin suddenly quiet and still, she wasn't surprised to find herself nodding off as quickly as she did. She had pleasant and fertile dreams.