Even though this is the beginning of the second trilogy about Mark, Lydia, Snowy, and Swan, it is a direct sequel to Snowy's Visit Ch. 03 and the story continues practically instantly. Reading previous chapters is highly recommended if you want the full story and want to know more about the characters.
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I opened my eyes the next morning, and it took me some time to refresh my memory and place myself in the right place and the right time. It slowly came back to me, and as the refresh button loaded my senses anew, my smile widened exponentially. I was in Zuljana, a small village on the Croatian coast, some hour and a half drive from Dubrovnik. I was in an apartment that my girlfriend Lydia and I rented for a week. Out of the blue, our dear friend (and one-night sex partner) Snowy texted she was in Dubrovnik. She and her boyfriend (with a long-ass name, but who everyone called Swan) got hung up with accommodation. So, we invited them over for a few nights. Long story short, they came over. We immediately hit it off properly. In less than 24 hours since they arrived, we went from them being shy about being nude on the beach in the morning to having amazing, liberating foursome last night. The story was long and eventful, and tons of mental images coursed through my head.
Even though we had a few drinks last night, I felt none of that usual post-drunken regret or even the slightest hangover. Instead, I felt so filled with energy that I immediately jumped out of bed. To my amazement, knowing I came four times the day before, I was sporting a huge boner. It appeared that the evening ended with Snowy and me falling asleep in the living room. Swan and Lydia, probably deciding there was not enough room on the bed for all of us, retreated to the other room at some point.
Snowy was apparently still asleep, and no sounds were coming out of the room where Swan and Lydia were (probably) sleeping. Snowy was sprawled across the bed lying on her back, a small sheet covering only her midsection. Both her magnificent DD's and her smooth, beautiful innie pussy were fully exposed. Even if I wanted my hard-on to subside, it wasn't going to happen with that panorama in front of my eyes.
I strolled to the kitchen and had a glass of water. As I lowered my drink, I was suddenly greeted with a couple of eyes staring in my direction. Snowy woke up and was looking at me with a smile so wide it would brighten up a stadium in the pitch dark.
"Well, well..." Snowy said, her voice lustful even in those first seconds after waking. "That's the sight I always love to see the first thing in the morning," she referred to my hard-on by very conspicuously pointing at it. Then she patted the bed a couple of times, clearly giving me a sign to come over. I obeyed dutifully and sat next to her. Before I was able to even put my butt down properly, Snowy's hand was wrapped around my morning wood.
"Good morning to you, too," I said, kissing her forehead. "Did you sleep well?"
"Mhmm. Like a baby," Snowy replied, stroking me ever so gently, not even pulling my foreskin all the way down. "I see some parts of you are fully energized."
"Well, you know. Hard not to be hard in this setting and with those nipples so nicely erect," I said, pinching one of Snowy's erect nipples and making her shiver slightly.
"Hey, you'll make me even hornier, " Snowy responded to my action.
"Oh, really? What would that look like, hmm? Pray, tell?"
"I think..." Snowy replied and turned on her belly in front of me, adjusting herself so that her head was directly above my crotch. "I think the first sign of that happening would be something like this." She extended her tongue and gently pushed it under my foreskin, her eyes fixated on mine.
"Yep," I groaned, my spine already tingling. "That's a pretty good sign. But, you know-"
"Of course, that would just be the start," she interrupted me, and then wrapped her lips around my knob, making me shudder involuntarily.
"Of course," I replied and leaned back onto the pillow.
After half a minute or so of Snowy's gentle and loving play with my member, she suddenly paused and looked up at me. Then she chuckled quietly: "Oh my. If you could only see yourself now. You look like a puppy whose toy is being taken away."
"Well, would you feel differently if I stopped eating you out like that?"
"Probably not. But you know..." she paused, turning her head towards the bathroom/bedroom part of the apartment. "I can't stop feeling a tiny bit guilty without them around."
I looked in the same direction, understanding her uncertainty. "Yeah. I get it. We haven't actually discussed that part of the equation. Even though they did break that boundary when they were preparing lunch yesterday."
"True," Snowy considered the presented fact. "And still... I mean, I want to really be clear on the rules. I'm horny as fuck, and I still have this one fantasy to fulfill with you. Still, I love Swan very much and wouldn't want to hurt him even by wrongly presuming the level of freedom we have here."
I admired Snowy's reasoning. Me, being a guy, taking into account after everything that happened the night before, would instead go for forgiveness after the act than permission before the deed. I sincerely believed there were no more barriers to doing anything with anyone at any opportunity - and, also, Lyd and I already decided this was a no-limits situation. If Lydia went and let Swan ass-fuck her in the next room as we speak, it would only make me hornier, not hurt or jealous. But Snowy and Swan were not Lydia and me (though they did make seven-league jumps towards our lifestyle attitude). If they still haven't made it clear between themselves how far they are willing to go, I wasn't going to be the one to decide for them. Also, Swan was a kickboxing champion, and I really wasn't about to entice him to use his skills on me.
"And if Swan and Lydia are going at it right now in the other room?" I asked, and added one more important question before she could answer. "How would you feel about it?"
Snowy took a second to form a reply. Interestingly, at no point in this conversation did she release the grip on my cock. Finally, she replied: "Hell, I'd be happy if they did. I can't be jealous of any of you anymore. Also, that would be as good a permit as it gets for you and me to get it on." She winked at me as she finished that last sentence.
"Cool. Hey, what is that fantasy you have, and we still haven't gotten to it?" I asked.
"Oh," she seemed to hesitate for a moment. The old, shy Snowy who began to dissolve that long-gone night in our apartment was suddenly surfacing. I could still vividly remember how she came to Lydia's and mine apartment that night, wearing an almost turtlenecked long-sleeved shirt and unable to talk about anything sexual without blushing. When she left the next morning, she still had my semen and Lydia's juices staining parts of her body. The New Snowy - one who became a complete sexual vixen in our vicinity (or Snowy the Slut for her friends) - was casually tossing my rigid cock between her hands. She smiled broadly, realizing the absurdity of shyness in her current situation, and quickly buried the old, shy Snowy deep into the archives. "I want you to be the first guy to put it in my ass."
I wasn't expecting to hear that. Snowy had a boyfriend she loved - and even though we shared almost all intimate secrets, I couldn't even imagine she would be putting me before him in any matter involving sex. "Wow," I said, scratching my head. "That's... Unexpected."
Snowy frowned, released my cock, and put her hands under her chin. "You don't want to do it?"
