Hearing a familiar sound, Ben broke the kiss with Caroline. Looking over her shoulder, he saw Julie's body shaking. She cried out as she came, still squeezed between Mike and Sonny. Before her orgasm ended, Sonny groaned. His fingers dug into the flesh of Julie's hips, his body tensed, and then he bucked hard as he fired his cum into her ass. Caroline tried to turn her head to observe them.
"I want to see," she said, twisting herself on Ben's lap.
He let go of Caroline and she spun around quickly. Once more, she took him inside her, and leaned against his chest as she lifted and lowered her hips, riding him. She tried to keep her eyes on the trio, but another orgasm wracked her body, and her eyes closed tightly. His hands slid around her; his left cupping her right breast, his right sinking down between her legs. He rubbed her clit roughly as tremors ran through her every nerve. Again, she came quietly, the expression of her bliss barely audible.
Ben watched as Sonny extracted himself from Julie. He carefully removed the condom he'd been wearing, and then awkwardly sat down next to Mike. Julie kissed him as she continued moving on Mike's lap. Within a minute, both Mike and Julie moaned as they came together.
The sight and sound of the simultaneous orgasms -- combined with the feeling of Caroline's cunt gripping his cock as she came yet again -- pushed Ben over the edge. He managed to warn Caroline just before he convulsed, and she felt his cock pulsate as he fired his cum into her.
"Yesss," he grunted as his strong arms crushed her thin body against him.
She clutched at his arms, trying to steady herself as he shook, even as her third orgasm in less than 30 minutes slowly subsided. As the breathing and heart rates of five people returned to normal, the only sound on the porch was the soft, steady gurgling of the water. The near silence lasted almost 10 minutes.
"This party's kind of boring, Ben," Sonny said, finally. "Next time plan a little entertainment for your guests, OK?"
The exhausted occupants of the hot tub exploded in laughter. When it faded, Ben assured them he would try harder when he and Gaby planned their Groundhog Day party. More laughter echoed off the house. Another 10 minutes passed before the prune-skinned group exited the tub.
By the time Ben and Caroline re-entered the house, things seemed to have quieted down. Walking into the living room, Ben noticed Kate and Natalie asleep on the couch. Dylan and Brit were curled up -- still awake -- in The Ben Chair. They smiled and waved at Ben. He asked if they'd seen Gaby lately, and they directed him toward the den. Caroline left him to find a bathroom as he went to check on Gaby. Sticking his head in the room, he saw her sandwiched between Whitney and Bridget. All three were naked; pieces of their now-discarded costumes littered the floor.
He took a few moments to revel in the sight of their bodies writhing together; a sheen of sweat covering them. Gaby's mouth locked on the right nipple of Bridget's massive breasts as she fingered the buxom redhead. Whitney kissed his fiancé's neck, while her hands traveled up and down Gaby's body. A groan escaped his throat as he took in the scene. After several minutes, Ben forced himself to leave the doorway. He crossed the living room, entered the foyer, and climbed the stairs. Halfway to the second floor he ran into two married couples -- Robert and Gloria, along with Godfrey and Maya.
"Hey, guys," he said. "Having fun?"
They all replied in the affirmative. And, after a comically conspiratorial look around, Robert revealed to Ben the four had just finished having sex in the same room.
"Oh, nice," Ben allowed. "A little swapping action?"
"No," Gloria said quickly.
Ben could swear he detected a slight blush in her cheeks. Gloria was a gorgeous, tiny, black woman. She stood a mere 5'0" tall, and her small stature almost begged men to pick her up. At least that's one of the things Ben fantasized about doing to her.
"This was our first time doing anything like this," Gloria continued, taking hold of Robert's arm.
"That's cool," Ben said. "Go at your own pace. No rush, no pressure."
They spoke for another minute before parting. Robert and Gloria left for home; God and Maya went to the kitchen for a drink. Ben continued up the stairs.
After a short shower, Ben pulled on a clean t-shirt and a pair of boxer-briefs, then crawled into bed. Propped up against the headboard, he looked at the glow-in-the-dark stars, planets, and moons stuck to the walls and ceiling. The door opened and he recognized Gaby's petite frame in the light. She was naked, and carried the various pieces of her costume.
"Hey, Baby," she said, dropping the items to the floor. "I ran into some friends."
Two more female forms stepped through the doorway. They both said hello. He recognized Andy's voice. The other, he quickly discovered, was Santana. Gaby closed the door. She removed her wig, and then helped the other two strip off what little remained of their costumes. They climbed onto the bed and took turns kissing Ben.
"Were you going to sleep?" Gaby asked.
"Not really," he said. "I was just relaxing."
"Good," Andy said, "because we still have some energy to burn off."
"What did you have in mind?" Ben asked, teasing.
The women didn't answer him, instead leaning in to enjoy a three-way kiss. Ben watched for a few moments, then joined. He tried to wrap his strong arms around the women. Andy broke the kiss, placed her hands on Ben's chest, and pushed him down on the bed. She crawled on top of him and kissed him again, her tongue dancing around his. Ben's right hand cupped Andy's ass, squeezing her left cheek. His left hand groped for Gaby. Finding her arm, he pulled her to him. She kissed his neck.
"You're wearing too much clothing, Baby," Gaby said, tugging at his t-shirt.
Several hands grabbed it and pulled, stretching the material. He heard the lightweight cotton rip. The sound seemed to provoke the women's lust. Like animals, all three women clawed at the ruined top, tearing it from his body. Fingers wormed into the fly of his boxer-briefs. Before he could protest, his underwear were shredded. A hand cupped his balls, then drifted up to his stiffening shaft.
"That's much better," Andy said, pushing Santana aside so she could kiss Ben.
Ben maneuvered his right arm so he could fondle Andy's left breast. As he did so, she broke their kiss.
"I have an idea," she said.
Andy turned and told Santana to lie on her side, across the bed. She then directed Gaby to lie lengthwise, perpendicular to Santana. She placed Ben parallel to Gaby, then she herself lay parallel to Santana. It took only a moment for the other three to figure out what she wanted, and the four arranged themselves in a box-shaped daisy chain. Ben stabbed his tongue into Santana's clit.
"Oh, God," she cried out, momentarily turning her face from its position between Gaby's legs.
As she rubbed Andy's clit, Gaby lapped at the lips of her pussy. Andy, meanwhile, stroked Ben's cock, running her hand up and down its length, as she took one of his testicles into her mouth. Ben grunted at the sensation, always finding that act a mixture of pleasure and pain. He forced himself to concentrate on satisfying Santana. Admittedly, the position did not make this easy.
Moving his tongue to her lips, Ben bent his arm and massaged her clit with his thumb. She began to grind her hips against him, as if trying to ride his face. He forced his tongue into her, fucking her with it. Her body began to coil involuntarily as tension built within her. Only a minute later, she came. He kept his mouth on her as she convulsed. Despite her legs pressed against his ears, he could hear her moaning.
Andy released his cock. Prying his head from between Santana's thighs, he looked at Andy. He watched as she crawled to Santana, and took her left nipple in her mouth. Gaby kissed Santana's mouth as her orgasm continued. Swiveling his body, he eased two fingers into the young woman, extending her bliss.
"Don't stop, Ben," Gaby ordered. "Make her cum again."
Removing his fingers from her, he slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor. Grabbing Santana's hips, he pulled her toward him. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and again pushed his face into her wetness.
"Fuck," she groaned, as she put her hands on Ben's forehead and tried to push him away.
Gaby and Andy grabbed her wrists and steered her hands over her head. While holding her securely, they used their mouths on her body. Santana writhed on the bed, twisting the sheets and blankets into a small mountain of chaos. The three quickly made Santana cum again. She gasped for breath and tried to free herself from their erotic torture.
Ben removed his face from Santana's crotch. As he turned toward the nightstand, Andy jumped off the bed and took his place. Her tongue found Santana's bud, and the younger woman's body quivered. Ben tore open another condom. He put it on and returned to Santana. Grabbing Andy's hair, he pulled firmly. Her head tilted back, and he kissed her hard, both of them with Santana's juices on their lips.
