Part Two Oh Those Summer Nights

Ellie walked into the apartment first, putting down her bag and immediately taking off her floral wrap. Now in just her bikini, sun-kissed and salty from our day at the beach, she turned around and gazed meaningfully at Isabella and me.

At the beach, Ellie the outdoorswoman had decided it was high time for Isabella the city-girl to learn how to pee in the wild. The three of us went to the dunes together to collectively empty our bladders, which had led to further antics. Ellie finished the afternoon by telling Isabella and I that we owed her an orgasm. The look she was giving us now informed us that she intended to collect--immediately--and that our train ride home had not dulled her need.

Isabella looked at me and smiled warmly, putting down her beach bag and following Ellie over to the couch. Ellie had her hands behind her back to untie the strings of her bikini top, and as she let it drop to the floor she closed her eyes, leaned in and kissed Isabella on the mouth. I set the now-empty beer cooler down and walked over to them both, unbuttoning my shirt as I went. Ellie put her hand on my chest and caressed me, then brought Isabella's face over to mine and gently pushed us together. Isabella put her hand on the back of my head and kissed me passionately. I tasted vanilla lip balm and Jamaican Red Stripe beer. Isabella maneuvered her arms out of her red swimsuit and pulled it down to let her quite ample breasts fall out. Ellie finished taking my shirt off and then stepped back, pulled her bikini bottoms down to her ankles, and stepped out of them. Her nipples were perfectly pink and erect. She walked over to the couch and laid down, spreading her legs open and beckoning us to join her.

Isabella got to her knees and put her mouth on Ellie's nipples. Ellie sighed appreciatively. I positioned myself at the bend in the L couch, kneeling on the floor. I put my hands on Ellie's thighs- they were still cold from the ocean, and the heat coming from between them was palpable. I looked at her shaved pussy, slick with her arousal, and I couldn't wait any longer. I put my mouth on her and she let out a low moan. I could taste the salt of the North Atlantic mixing with the taste of her sex. I explored with my tongue, feeling her clench and pulsate. Isabella had moved from sucking Ellie's nipples to wetly kissing her on her neck and behind her ears. Ellie giggled and whimpered pleasurably. I continued to massage her thighs while I felt for her clitoris with my tongue. Ellie bucked her hips and forcibly leaned into me, grinding herself against my mouth. I inserted my middle finger into her wet, warm opening and began to move it gently in and out. Ellie bucked harder and I felt her getting wetter in my mouth. I flicked at her clit with my tongue as I slid an additional finger into her pussy and felt for her G-spot.

Isabella was massaging Ellie's breasts and kissing her hard on the mouth. I could tell their tongues were moving as rapidly and forcefully as mine. "Mmph, mmph, MMMMPPHH," Ellie moaned, her volume increasing. She took her mouth from Isabella's panting hard and fast. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum..." she yelped, her voice reaching a high-octave squeal. I kept fucking her with my fingers as my tongue lapped at her clit faster and faster. Ellie raised her hips high and her entire body began to shudder. I felt her liquid in my mouth and running down to my wrist--sweet, salty, lovely.

Ellie fell back on the couch, spent. I sat up on the couch next to her panting body. Isabella got up and pulled her bathing suit down to the floor, stepping out of it. She turned toward me, voluptuous and gloriously naked. Her brown breasts were as large and perfectly round as two coconuts. She had a triangle of dark pubic hair between her broad hips. She sauntered over to me and dropped to her knees. Reaching her hands above her head, she pushed her long, curly black hair behind her head. Then she unbuttoned my shorts, slid down the zipper and began to pull them off. I helped her along--my cock had been aching for freedom. It popped out of my underwear and pointed straight up to the ceiling, as rigid as steel. Isabella took me into her mouth and I exhaled with pleasure. Her mouth felt as hot and moist as the summer night. She bobbed her head up and down, taking me deep into her throat, covering my cock in her saliva. Every time my breathing betrayed that I was getting close to orgasm she slowed her rhythm, bringing me to the edge and then expertly backing me off.

Ellie, meanwhile, had sat up and was watching us, chin in her hand and with a million-dollar smile. My eyes cast up to the ceiling, in a state of complete rapture, while Isabella continued to run her tongue and lips up and down my shaft. I was getting close to the edge of the cliff again when Isabella took me out of her mouth and stroked me gently with her hand. She stood up then and, practically leading my cock towards Ellie who was now fully reclining and spreading her legs open, her labia glistening and her perfect, pink pussy beckoning. Isabella walked to where Ellie's head was resting and, her back towards me, straddled Ellie's face. She leaned forward and lowered herself onto Ellie's mouth. Her dark hair fell down her back, stopping just above her sumptuous brown ass. I kneeled in front of Ellie and slid my cock gently into the folds of her pussy, feeling her wetness surround me. I pushed in and out slowly at first, Ellie grinding her hips into me while she ate Isabella. I could hear Isabella's breaths increasing in frequency in time with our thrusting.

My cock, by this point, was begging for release. I put my hands on Ellie's breasts and bared down, fucking her faster and faster. Isabella had begun to furiously rub herself while Ellie put both of her hands on her ass and squeezed. Isabella groaned long and loud, her body seizing with pleasure as she came in Ellie's mouth. "Fuck," Isabella said breathily. She got up from the couch and slid languidly onto the floor. Ellie grabbed my arms and used them to pull my cock deeper into her, grinding her clit against my shaft with her hips. Her breath grew ragged and quick and her pussy contracted, squeezing around my cock. I couldn't hold back.

"Oh fuck, oh shit, I'm gonna fucking cum!" I said as our tempo reached maximum.

"Oh my God, yes!" said Ellie with what may have been pain or pleasure in her voice. "Cum all over me!"

When I knew I wouldn't last another second, I pulled out of Ellie and tried my best to aim at her tits. A ribbon of cum shot past and landed on her neck. The second and third landed right on her chest. I jerked my cock furiously as my orgasm turned my thoughts to haze, and I finally came my last drops on Ellie's flat, tanned stomach. All three of us breathed heavily.

Isabella was the first to get up. She walked into the bathroom and we heard the shower starting. Looking at one another, various fluids during on our skin, Ellie and I became aware of our mutual need for a rinse off. I shook myself out of my post-orgasmic stupor and we both walked into the bathroom. Isabella and Ellie both stepped into the shower.

The shower wasn't big enough for all three of us, but they had left the curtain open and I was content to watch the two of them. They were opposite in so many ways. Ellie was slight, pale, and small-breasted, her blonde hair cut in a cute bob that framed her cheeks. Isabella was brown-skinned and curvy, with thick curls of black hair that hung down to the middle of her back. They were beautiful, touching each other softly as the warm water made mist around them. Ellie took Isabella's hand and brought it between her legs. I thought she was going to initiate yet another round of fingering and I marveled at her stamina, but instead I saw that she had begun to piss. Isabella smiled and, to my surprise, sank to her knees. She pushed her breasts up with her hands by way of invitation. Ellie stopped her stream and moved her fingers to her pussy, positioning them in an upside-down V-shape, and expertly directed her stream forward onto Isabella's breasts. The liquid pooled in Isabella's cleavage before it dripped down her tits. Ellie looked over at me deviously.

I walked over to the shower, pointed my flaccid cock at Isabella's chest and added another stream. Ellie was still peeing, her stream steady and strong. I looked down and saw that Isabella had begun her own pee stream beneath her thighs. Her face was a glorious mixture of ecstasy and relief. All of our piss mixed together on the floor of the shower and flowed in a river toward the drain until all three of us were finally empty. I sat on the closed toilet, naked and content. Isabella stood back up, grabbed a bar of soap, and began washing her own, and then Ellie's, chest.

I thought of all we might do together over the next few months. I thought of the work days ahead, and the anticipation of coming home. I thought of all that we had yet to explore. And we would, I knew we would. But this night, the first, was all that mattered in this moment. This moment was perfection.