Pt. 05

Bachelor Behavior 2 - Part 5

by Simon Underfoot

Copyright 2024-2025, All Rights Reserved

Day 4

Maison de Lumière

is a high end spa specializing in weekend getaways, beauty treatments (think Botox), and above all, discretion. It was a bit more than a three hour drive from our spot in Miami, and with ten of us stuffed in an over-stretched limo for so long you might think it would have been awkward or claustrophobic, especially considering the nature of our game. It didn't turn out that way.

Tiffany asked Nia what I was like as a younger man and that was all the catalyst we needed.

My former girlfriend started with vagaries, but when pushed, seemed happy enough to unpack events I'd apparently blocked from my mind. Mostly embarrassing, there was nothing mean or hurtful, so it was natural to smile and laugh along with the rest. It was only when Tiffany asked a racy question that Nia turned coy; then it was Kelsey chiming in to describe the approaching-middle-age version of Ryan.

She admitted that in retrospect she probably knew I had a thing for her before I finally asked her out, but it wasn't until feelings of jealousy bubbled up that her own interest became clear. The way Kelsey described the realization made my heart flutter and my stomach tighten, because I was thrilled to hear her profess feelings for me aloud, yet hated seeing her distressed. It only lasted a moment, but I caught the sad look in her eyes and offered a smile meant only for her. Though we were seated at opposite ends of the vehicle, probably twelve feet apart, we synced. Then she was making her way toward me, hunched under the low ceiling.

A curve caught her off guard and she fell into Maria's lap. With a laugh and a slap on the rump, the gorgeous Latina got her moving again and she was soon on her knees, between mine, looking up at me with her

café au lait

eyes. "I'm sorry, Ryan -- I should have known... should have--"

I cut her off with a gentle peck on her lips and another smile. "Join us?" I asked, hoping Alex and Tiana, who I was sitting between, wouldn't mind too much. Minx that she is, Kelsey grinned, bit her lip, and climbed onto me, straddling my legs. The kiss that she laid on me made the world fade away until a chorus of hoots and hollers and whistles broke through. "Not sorry," she said to the rest of the women as she righted herself.

No sooner had she vacated than Tiana was pulling me onto her, demanding her own kiss.

Some shuffling took place outside of my vision, which was entirely occupied by the petite blonde in my arms, and I soon found myself laying lengthwise on one of the bench seats. No, it didn't turn into a porn-style orgy, but they definitely could have shown the footage on late night television to boost ratings. There was copious rubbing, petting, and almost-but-not-quite-too-much groping given the state they left me in.

When we arrived I was an absolute wreck. Clothing disheveled, eyes bleary, lips bruised, and so goddamn hard I felt like my stupid cock would never go down. As I rose to follow the ladies out, Francesca pressed a hand to my chest while wearing the female equivalent of a shit eating grin and shook her head, not meeting my eyes. After Maria pulled the door shut, it was just the three of us. Without Babs around to keep the rest honest, it was clear the dynamics had shifted.

"Choose."

I wasn't certain what Francesca meant, but I knew there was only one right answer. "Both."

The ladies shared a grin. They spun me so I was mostly sitting on the bench again, though reclined heavily. Off came my pants and shorts and I was staring down at two lovely sets of eyes, one hungry, one teasing.

I moaned when Maria licked my shaft.

I groaned when Francesca sucked the tip, drawing out precum with a satisfied smile.

I nearly blacked out when they started working in tandem. It took them a couple minutes to truly figure out how to coordinate their motions properly, and when they did it was a quick road to my orgasm. I shouted and arched, though forced my eyes open so I could see their lips locked together around the head of my cock, sharing the load while Maria stroked the shaft and Francesca fondled my balls. I collapsed, nearly sliding onto the floor, defeated and utterly spent.

Maria's kiss was triumphant and not particularly deep because she was smiling broadly.

Francesca, on the other hand, was warm with me, making love to my mouth with hers. "Soon," she promised, then spun away. They left me alone to get cleaned up as best I could before following. I tried to hurry, but it was fine in the end because the women had all been ushered inside and to a back patio where lunch was being served.

Club sandwiches, fresh fruit, and some exotic green tea blend were the menu. Cheryl and Tiffany had saved me a spot between them; Nia was just beyond.

It seemed the factions were nearly formed. Clearly the terrible threesome were solid, as was our foreign contingent.

I watched the other four intently, but hopefully not too obviously, throughout the meal.

Tiana seemed to be on her own, though she conversed easily with the others from time to time. It made me a bit sad, but she seemed comfortable flying solo.

The interesting revelation came in observing the dynamic develop between Kelsey, Tara, and Alex. It appeared they intended to join forces by default, which was interesting because they all seemed quite independent. Even so, they didn't seem to have an issue pulling Tiana into a scheme to steal my attention.

With an extra person, they were able to separate me from my lunch threesome through simple distraction. No more than ten seconds after I'd stood, Tara was there, offering a hand while her collaborators engaged Cheryl, Nia, and Tiffany. I smiled appreciatively at their approach. When I looked back, Nia had her arms folded as she watched the tall, leggy blonde lead me away, wearing a 'you got us this time' smirk on her lovely lips.

We followed a guide through a series of hallways, eventually ending at a separate, partially enclosed patio where five massage tables had been placed. "Oh, no." I hadn't meant to speak.

I looked up to see Tara smiling broadly, clearly delighted at how we'd be spending the next hour or three. "It'll be fun," she enthused, leading me to the changing rooms on the far side of the space. Behind us Maria squealed and clapped, sending another of her hungry looks my way.

Our instructor's name was Daisy, a full-time masseuse in her late forties with a 'been there, done that' expression. She didn't seem phased by our situation, intent only on teaching us the basics of a full body massage. Some of the women were soon face down on the padded surfaces, covered only by fluffy white towels. Next to each table was a smaller one holding oil and a couple bottles of water.

In front of me, long, lean, and absolutely stunning, Tara was laid out with her face in the donut pillow at the end; on the other side of the table was Alex, who I'd asked to join us thinking we might continue our conversation from the theme park. "Are you okay, Ryan?"

"Uh... she's just..."

"Damn near perfect," Alex finished.

Hearing the comment, Tara pushed herself up and smiled at her counterpart, then laid down again, but not before I saw her naked breast in profile: full, perky, and topped by a prominent pink nipple -- as Alex said, damn near perfect.

Alex was watching me, wearing an expression on its way toward sad. I motioned for her to lean forward, giving her a conspiratorial look. "While we're massaging her, show me what you like so I can do it to you..." Gone was the concerned expression, replaced for a moment by surprise, which morphed briefly to thoughtfulness. She ended by unconsciously wrinkling her nose in this ridiculously cute way while she stared up at me. I realized I'd just made a promise when I saw a lusty expression cross Alex's visage; I got the impression Tara was in for a wild ride.

The twenty minutes we spent on Tara's back and neck went quickly. The soft, exalted exclamations she made were so wholesome that I stopped worrying about rubbing a naked could-be-supermodel. Next came the legs, and while I did her calves, Alex was quick to move up Tara's thighs. Making sure I was watching, she began to knead under the towel covering our blonde's rear. A surprised intake of air, then a satisfied sigh as Tara opened her legs wider. A little maneuvering of the towel by Alex and I was looking at a spread pink pussy from behind.

Using slow, gentle strokes, Alex teased Tara's lower lips, only occasionally brushing her nub. I moved on to a foot rub and Alex's finger disappeared. I felt the lewd groan Tara made as she spread her legs even further. I chanced a look around to see if anyone was watching, but met only Cheryl's eyes, who smiled knowingly as she worked on Tiffany with Nia. Kelsey seemed to actually be trying to give Tiana a proper massage with some help from the instructor, while Maria had adopted more of a European style, pumping a couple fingers in and out of Francesca's gaping pussy while sucking on a proud French tit.

"Turn over." Alex's words were quiet, but forceful, and Tara immediately complied, exposing herself to us. Alex graciously covered Tara's spectacular chest with the towel, but left her hairless pussy exposed. "Like this," she said to me. With one hand Alex spread Tara open, earning an inhaled hiss, and with the other she tickled the exposed clit with her finger, barely making contact. After several minutes Tara's hips were bucking lightly, seeking more stimulation. Alex continued to tease while making frequent eye contact with me. "Make me wait until you're afraid I'm going to pass out..."

After dipping a finger in Tara's snatch to wet it, Alex swiped up slowly, pausing at the very tip of the blonde's button for a long, tortuous moment, before finishing the stroke with an aggressive upward motion. Tara sat up with a groan, then fell backward, her eyes shut tightly.

"Then..." Alex said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the end of the table, "eat me." Her expression was fierce, her breathing ragged, as she pushed me firmly toward Tara's core. I was only too happy to oblige and leaned forward eagerly. Rather than dive right in, I went back to teasing, duplicating the stroke I'd seen Alex make, only with my tongue. I started a second stroke, but those gorgeous legs wrapped around my ribs and pulled me closer; long fingers locked behind my head and pinned me to her cunt. Clearly, Tara had enough edging, which I found incredibly erotic.

I put everything I'd ever learned about cunnilingus into practice, and though I'd like to claim that Tara's near immediate climax was because of my skill, it was likely because Alex had her teetering for so long. I backed off as she finally came down, pleased, then groaned when the redhead pressed her naked chest against my back and slid both hands down my stomach, grasping my dick and cupping my balls through the towel wrapped around my waist. "While I'm still recovering, slide this cock into me and make me cum again."

"Alex," I started to object, but she cut me off with a squeeze, then let go, walking around the table.

"Okay, Sweetie?" she asked Tara gently. The difference in Alex's tone was jarring, but it looked genuine as she rubbed her finger along the blonde's cheek. With a worn out nod, Tara pushed herself to a seated position and swung her legs off the table. I handed her a water and looked around again, finding our teacher had given up and left.

Francesca and Maria were in a full 69 and I felt my cock twitch watching them. It took a while to build up the will to look away.

Cheryl was leaning over Tiffany, nibbling on her ear while the petite hottie played with herself; Nia was looking on with a sexy smirk.

That left Kelsey and Tiana, who had somehow managed to fit together on their massage table and were making out gently. Maybe my long-time crush was recruiting for their alliance?

"Ready now," Alex said, deliberately drawing my attention back to her as she lowered herself onto the table; she hadn't bothered with a towel and I got my first look at her toned backside, slim hips, and freckled back.

"Gorgeous."

"Isn't she, though," Tara added, and I saw a shiver run through the target of our attention.

I started slowly, following our instructor's directions, using firm strokes on Alex's back and gentler ones on her neck. Rather than join me or alternate, Tara found a stool and moved to the head of the table where she began to run her fingers through curly tresses to reach Alex's scalp; our subject's murmured exaltations immediately became sultry.

Alex wanted to be teased, and I tried to be patient, but it was probably only ten minutes before I moved to her lower half. Her thighs were toned, with soft, pale skin that felt incredibly smooth against my fingers. Her calves were well developed from running, and she squirmed delightfully when I traced circles on the bottoms of her feet. As if to signal me, she spread her legs, revealing curly auburn hair and a wet spot on the leather where her puss had drooled.

Whereas Tara was a cooperative subject, from the first moment I touched Alex's pussy she started moving her hips, even lifting her butt in the air, seeking out more contact. After a minute of trying to tease her I gave up, put a hand on the small of her back, and pushed down. A surprised grunt gave way to a moan as I was finally able to stroke like she'd asked, tickling her lips. She still attempted to buck, but I had a fair amount of my weight pressing down to keep her still.

Unable to move her hips, she had no choice but to accept my edging, which lasted more than half an hour. "Ryan--" she finally gasped, breathing heavily, "ple-e-ease."

I backed off, and with just a little help from Tara, flipped her over. Her tits were absolutely loaded with freckles and her nipples so light as to be nearly invisible. The sight broke me a little and I forgot what I was supposed to be doing, instead climbing on the table and between her knees. Her eyes opened in surprise, then she let out a long, coarse breath as I sheathed myself inside her. She was shaking before I even started to move, a pre-orgasm of sorts, letting me know she was going to come apart completely when the main event arrived.

A long stroke out, pausing with just my head inside, then a faster thrust forward that was punctuated by a satisfying thump as our hips came together, accompanied by an equally satisfying exhalation from Alex. Another one and her lids started to flutter; beneath them her eyes were unfocused. I pulled out one more time, then slammed forward, much harder, and it was off to the races, holding her tightly to me and pumping my hips rapidly.

She shrieked out her climax while convulsing and locked her ankles behind my ass, but I was much stronger and fucked her through it, pushing her peak higher. One more shriek and she slumped backward, boneless. I stopped immediately and had a moment of panic before I saw she was still breathing. My sigh of relief was short lived as Tara pushed me backward enough for my cock to pop free of Alex's poor, abused pussy, then it was into her mouth.

Seeing Tara's stunning features wrapped about my angry red dick, sucking Alex's cream off it joyfully while she smiled up at me, set me off in moments and I shot into her mouth, afraid in the back of my mind I was having a heart attack while my entire body seized.

Several sets of arms made sure I didn't fall backward off the table as I turned and sat, stunned, while Tara grinned. "Is Alex alright?" My voice came out raspy and someone handed me a water.

"Just sleeping," Cheryl answered while pulling me to my feet. "She'll be fine."

"Why don't we get you washed up and we can head over to the sauna," Kelsey added, taking my hand. Except I didn't want to go shower -- I wanted to stay and look at my crush with her dark skin, hair, and eyes, in spite of the wonderful time I'd just had with Alex and Tara. My imagination over the years hadn't nearly done Kelsey justice and I stared unabashedly. With a blush and a giggle she gave me a tug and we were moving toward the locker room.

Not surprisingly, I was accompanied by most of the women. I walked toward the men's side by habit and was quickly redirected, instead joining the ladies in their room, which was both larger and better appointed than the one I'd used to strip down to a towel before the massages started. There were individual showers with curtains, which didn't fit the dynamic very well, so we ended up in the ADA stall at the end of the room, which comfortably fit four and delightfully fit eight. I don't think any of us got very clean, but there were a lot of smiling mouths and plenty of smooth, slippery skin, because Ryan had declared himself open for business when he fucked a curly haired sexpot unconscious.

Three different women sucked on me, showcasing their different techniques, but two orgasms in about two hours had worn out my soldier and he needed time to recharge. Enter the evil genius of Max, who had a very flustered Instructor Daisy deliver an container to me as we exited the showers, containing not one but two little blue pills.

"Half of one is probably enough," cautioned Kelsey. I had no idea, but she worked in pharma and I trusted her; besides, I could always take the rest later. Thank goodness I didn't or they might have actually fucked me to death.

In the moment, however, we headed toward the sauna to relax after our massages. A contradiction for sure, but it didn't matter, because I didn't have the opportunity to relax.

Maria took my hand, pulling me to one side, but I resisted. "There's someone I need to spend time with, then we can... visit." She looked to Francesca, who nodded, and I stepped away after thank you kisses for both of them. Seven hopeful faces were looking at me, but I had one in mind and walked directly to her, easing to my knees so I could look up at Kelsey where she was sitting in the first row of benches. "I want you."

"Here?"

"Anywhere."

She shivered and closed her eyes. "No," she responded, "it has to be here -- it's only fair."

"Only if you're comfortable," I countered. She looked indecisive so I rose, taking her hand to find some privacy.

"No," Kelsey repeated a little more firmly, though I believe she was talking to herself as much as me. "I want it to happen here, with them watching. I want them to see how much I love you." The whole room seemed to stop, but Kelsey's expression was unapologetic.

"You mean that?"

She nodded firmly, which made me smile, but it soon faltered. "I don't know how to respond right now... this whole situation is..."

"Don't tell me -- show me." She pulled me down for a kiss, into which I could feel her pouring herself. I tried to reciprocate, to let years of desire bleed through.

I gasped as lips surrounded my penis and looked down to find Francesca. "Getting you ready," she said with a wink.

"I'm --" The apology froze on my lips when I saw Kelsey staring intently at my fellatrix; it was when she licked her lips that I decided. "Go ahead, Kelse," I said, urging her downward gently.

Feeling her take the first tentative lick was mind blowing. Seeing Francesca -- the stunning French beauty -- holding out my hardening dick for Kelsey to suck on was just as incredible. In only a couple minutes the combination of chemical assistance with physical, mental, and visual stimulation had me ready. I pulled Francesca to her feet, gave her another kiss, smacked her ass hard enough to earn a red mark and a delightful yip, and sent her back to Maria, who I knew would take care of her arousal. Then my attention was back to Kelsey who was practically panting.