Bi-Guys Enjoying Cocs

"We know you are there -- let us in," Sarah calls over the low wall of our terrace. We had met her and her husband the night before and enjoyed a no-holds-barred couple's fuck on the beach at night. [Even on vacation, fucking means vacation -- part 2 in Lust Knows no Shame]. After that, we stayed together, but we were already too tired and exhausted to get together again in a really wild way.

Now we are lying on our terrace and holding our maltreated and freshly shaven genitals into the sun so that they can recover. I rise and go to open the door for them.

"Are you decent?" Sarah asks as I open the door.

"Never," I reply. I present myself to her with an almost inflated, still hanging tube.

"That's an answer we like," she grins, dropping the transparent white robe as she enters. Underneath, she is wearing a dark red microbikini that resembles a spider's web. The threads run over her big tits without covering anything. In the middle are transparent pieces of fabric that are just big enough to cover her pierced nipples. Her thong is made of many threads that hold an equally transparent red nothing over her slit. It is obvious that the purpose of the bikini is not to cover anything, but rather to draw attention to her nipples and slit.

Sarah is a real looker in every respect even without this: long legs, flat, toned stomach, broad shoulders, large, firm tits, short, tousled blonde hair and a sweet face with freckles above her short nose and upper part of the cheeks, completed by open eyes and a full mouth.

"I'm happy that you look forward to seeing us," she greets me before kissing me and caressing my balls and cock, which straighten up to full glory as a result.

Simon follows his wife and closes the door after him greeting me: "Hi, Lover. You're hot."

"Likewise. Love your shorts, suit your shlong!" Simon is wearing skimpy, transparent Rufskin beach shorts that you can pull over your swimming trunks when you go to the bar on the beach. But he has left them off. He didn't come here to have a modest drink, but to fuck hard and extensively with us.

Sarah disappears onto the terrace to Kay. I take Simon by his well visible, heavy hose, which will soon be too tight in his skimpy pants that are one size too small for him. The still soft flesh twitches and pumps under my grip. Its expanding fullness feels hot in my hand. His cock still gives way in my hand and can be shaped. But at the same time it is firm and strong. It gets bigger, pumps up. My hand is getting too small for the meat that grows under the light pressure of my hand. It gets thicker, harder, longer. Soon I'll be holding a firm, outward-pressing rod in one hand. My mouth is on his neck, his ear, his cheeks. While I caress him with my lips, I whisper: "It was great yesterday to taste your cock; to suck you off; knowing where your cock had been; knowing it was in Kay's snatch, fucking it, dumping your cum in her."

Simon groans, grabs me by the ass, searches for my rosette, tickles it with a finger while he grabs my stiffy with the other hand and jerks it. We rub our bodies against each other, moaning lightly. "Take my cock," he groans. I go down on him. Simon pulls down his shorts. His pole springs out. I'm on my knees in front of him, grab his fat 6x25 cm thick cock with my mouth and press my lips over it and slide it back with my lips and the help of my teeth.

I lick the tip of his cock, feel the opening of his urethra with the tip of my tongue, and circle the edge of his glans. My hands are on his butt, and my fingers are making their way inside. "I must have you," he moans. "Fuck your cunt-ass."

"Let's get inside. The chicks might enjoy watching us."

"They will love it!"

We walk inside with our hard, swinging rods. The girls fondle and gently bite their sensitive parts.

"Where have you been?" Kay asks. "You didn't want to withhold us from the great show of the two of you doing it to each other, did you? Anyhow, give us a kiss Simon!" Simon leans down and kisses her. At the same time, he gropes her smoothly shaven pussy, which he then also kisses. Whereby kissing is an understatement. He licks her fiercely. He only lets go of her when Kay moans and grins at him.

"Fuck me, Simon. Please!" she breathes. "Sorry, love, it's your man's turn to get a treat now." As he says this with feigned disappointment, he holds his mighty hard-on in his hand and rubs it provocatively. This must make Kay really horny. She opens her thighs wide, touches her sweet spot, pulls her vulva lips apart and shows us the opening of her shimmering, moist fuck channel. "Please!" she purrs. "Just stick your mighty scepter into me. I'm desperate to feel it again. Just for a sec!"

Simon grins. I kneel on the sofa with my thighs spread wide and my hips wide open. Simon licks my rosette and sticks the tip of his tongue inside. Then he grabs a good amount of lubricant and lubes up my rosette too. "Lucky bastard," Kay murmurs and gives me a kiss. "Watching you getting nailed by such a huge cock makes me horny beyond all that is endurable."

"'I hope I can help you out," Sarah offers, grabbing her by the pussy and starting to work her hard.

"Yes, but when they're finished they have to fuck me -- both at once and hard!" she moans under Sarah's ruthless hand.

Simon grabs my hips and puts his spear against me. I relax, feel my rosette opening slightly. Simon pushes his flesh into mine with force. I breathe out hard with pleasure. His glans pushes into me, hitting the sphincter muscle. I let go. All the muscles in me relax. Total relaxation spreads throughout my body -- at least in my abdomen. Simon pushes his shaft through the sphincter muscle, which offers little resistance. Reflexively, I tense up slightly, but immediately release again. The deeper Simon penetrates me, the more relaxed I am. I feel the pressure that his hard post is causing inside me. I enjoy how he makes room for himself inside me.

He fucks me gently, pressing his hard cock against my prostate. My ass is wide open. My lower abdomen absorbs Simon's lustful manhood with greedy relaxation. Each thrust makes me shiver more, widening me more for the following thrust. "Deeper," I grunt. I lie with my cheek on the sofa, let myself be pushed, feel the lust that flows through me and that is a completely different kind of horniness than the horniness I feel when I fuck someone.

I'm breathing heavily. Simons pulls his hard, fat cock out of me to the tip and then pushes it back into me with relish until it stops. My sphincter muscle is completely relaxed, my insides feel like a tunnel in which a custom-made projectile nestles closely against the walls, but is not prevented from sliding back and forth by them.

Simon fucks me hard and fast. I gasp with lust, enjoying his flesh inside me, the thrusts against my prostate, the pleasure that spreads inside me, building up more and more, seeking release in an orgasm. I am his toy boy, his willing anal whore. He nails me grunting with his big hammer. His sweat drips onto me. It shakes me. Liquid is dripping from my shaft. I'm on the verge of an orgasm. But I don't know which one. He drives his cock deeper into me, harder and harder. "Yes, yes," he gasps, and with powerful thrusts, he squirts his hot sperm into me. My body can't take the pleasure anymore and releases the pressure in it's own orgasm.

I scream with pleasure, collapse. Simon continues to fuck me until his cock slips out of me and his cum runs out of me. I turn around. Kay kisses me. "My poor bunny, you've never been taken like that before."

"And it was awesome," I gasp. "You are so fucking great Simon," I just about manage to say. I turn over onto my back and immediately Simon is over my cock.

He sucks it hard. "You haven't cum yet," he comments on his actions.

"Because I want to dump it in you," I reply playfully.

"So, what are you waiting for?" he says dryly.

"That you sit on my fuck-pole, dear."

Simon lets lubricant drip onto my shaft and spreads it evenly over my body with one hand. He rubs his hand on his butt. Then he squats over me and pushes himself onto my hard pole. With mutual help, he finds his way into Simon's ass. Simon sinks down onto me. My hard cock is deep inside him. He begins to slide up and down on me at a leisurely pace. With my hands behind my head, I watch him use me as a dildo, swinging his balls happily back and forth.

But actually, I don't want to be taken again, I want to fuck myself, to drive my shaft hard into his ass. To fill him, first with my insatiable pleasure rod, then with my hot cum. "Let's change positions," I grunt. "I want to fuck you."

"That's what I've been waiting for," grins Simon, gets off me, lies on his back and spreads his thighs invitingly. I stuff another pillow under his pelvis and then come over him while he caresses his bolt and his sack with relish.

His rosette is still open. I pull back the foreskin and place my plump, shiny glans at his intestinal entrance. We look at each other while I push my post into him. His sphincter muscle does not present much resistance. With a little pressure, my shaft pops through him and I quickly push him all the way into Simon's fuck hole.

He groans with pleasure and I nail him with long, strong, deep thrusts. Simon puts his feet on my shoulders. This pushes my upper body further back and his pelvis is higher. This changes the angle and intensity with which I push into him. I hammer my bolt into him, fuck him relentlessly. We moan and gasp. Sweat runs down us. My thighs slam against his, my sack slaps against his cheeks. My glans glows, my shaft is hard, my balls are boiling. I'm getting louder. Hot cum rises in me. Finds its way out. Like from a spewing volcano, it shoots out of my twitching cock into Simon's gut.

Simon lets his legs down. I slide down onto him. Then I slide next to him. Sarah takes care of me while Kay lies down next to Simon. We feel the pleasure that we have caused each other and that is still wafting through our bodies. This warm feeling is prolonged by the girls who caress and fondle us and in doing so lighting our lust and desire for their pussies which we are happy to serve.