Billionaire and the Sisters

A note to readers:

This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists -- Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters.

Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 20).

This story could appear in a number of genres (Loving Wives, Incest, Lesbian, Fetish, and more) depending on the chapter, but the overall theme is Group, so I have applied this moniker to all chapters. The story is still being written, yet I intend to post a new chapter every couple of days. Enjoy.

Chapter 26 -- Mexico, Sex Toys, and Boating

Mark

I caught Lucas alone a few moments later. I told him, "If you and any of the girls ever want to enjoy one another, please go ahead. No foul. No harm. Quite the opposite, in fact. I know Elsa and Cindy especially have hopes of being with you." I pointed at the two of my girlfriends who were walking up the steps ahead of us peeling their clothes off and shaking sand out of their hair. Lucas just nodded that he'd heard me; otherwise he was stoic, as usual.

Cindy and Elsa rinsed off in the pool, dried off, put on running shorts, t-shirts, and sneakers, got Marcia as a bodyguard plus one of the security detail, and the four of them went off for a five mile run along some of the roads. When they came back, Marcia talked them through some of the exercises the security team did to build muscle and stay in shape. The quartet spent another hour on the manicured lawn in front of the villa doing non-sexual strenuous activity.

I teased the three of them when they came back by the pool after the sparring and exercise regime. "Well, I guess you'll be falling asleep about eight o'clock this evening."

Elsa laughed, "It doesn't work that way. We'll have more energy and need less sleep. Right now, however, because we were so active, we do need to recharge, so we're going to power nap for an hour. OK?"

I nodded, and the sisters and Marcia went to the other end of the pool, stripped away their running togs, lubed up with suntan lotion, and lay out naked on a chaise in the shade of a palm grove. I think they were asleep in less than a minute from how relaxed their bodies looked. I hardened as I watched, especially at the sight of Marcia's muscular body. She was hot. I wondered whether she was approachable.

Brita joined me. "Elsa and Cindy are a force to be reckoned with, and will be more so as they get in better shape. I can see why you love them."

I turned to my friend, "I love you too."

Brita kissed me. "I know. I love all your friends. This is such an idyllic setting and group of people. I doubt I'll ever forget this week."

"You've only been here four or five hours."

"Sometimes you just know how good something will turn out before it happens. You and I get to experience that more than most people for a number of reasons."

"We make things happen," I ventured.

"True, but people want to make good things happen for us as well. Do you think all this hedonistic sex between everybody would be happening if you were working for twenty or thirty dollars an hour in an office somewhere?"

"I kind of doubt it. Just for the record, I didn't make this happen, Elsa did."

Brita laughed, "She told me the story. Let me see if I can recall the starting details. Lots of sex. A night out at a place named

Swan's

. Elsa wearing a near see-through top, and flashing her pussy at you all night long. All that followed by Elsa asking you to come here, with the clear implication about lots of sex with everyone. You were enthusiastic in your reply."

I had to laugh, "Yes, it was like that. I guess in my reply to Elsa, I made it happen."

"Let's just say, you had help making it happen." Brita added, "I get help like that all the time, and the results are usually pretty good."

As Brita talked, she'd reached over and started to fondle my cock and balls. I came to attention quickly. I didn't want to cum, and Brita seemed to sense that. She just lazily stroked me and did little sexy things to my shaft with her fingernails that were painted a sinful shade of red.

Lucas strolled onto the patio, but Brita didn't stop. He came over, ignored what Brita was doing to me and apparently her hot body, and suggested an intimate little restaurant for dinner on the edge of Puerto Vallarta. Security had already checked it out. He volunteered to arrange a table for us there if we were interested. I told him we were, and he strolled off with another lump in his pants.

That evening, we again had the mini-bus, this time with security vehicles or war wagons as they were called leading and following the vehicle along with Lucas and Brita's two guards on the bus with us. We weren't taking any chances of an out-of-country kidnapping with two billionaires at risk.

I had a sea bass wrapped in some kind of leaves with spices and some citrus rinds -- positively delicious. We all had great meals. Lucas winked at me as he passed by on the way to the bus after dinner. He knew the quality of the meal we'd had. Of course, I'd seen him eating something similar near the entrance to the dining room after we got seated.

We slipped back into skinny-dipping mode once we got back to the house. Elsa got me matched up with KC in the early part of the evening. There was a soft breeze across the patio, and others were with us on the patio in the near darkness. I made love to KC. Some of the frantic approach to lovemaking that I'd felt from her when we first started to go together had dissipated. I liked the newness of our time together.

Nearby, I watched Brita with Deke. I heard her ask as they started, "I've never been airtight. Could you arrange that?"

Deke grinned and called Ryan and Mike over. The three of them started to work on Brita's gorgeous body. She grabbed two cocks; the men stood on either side of her and kissed her all over the upper part of her body: breasts, neck, ears, and her mouth. While they did that Mike was falling in love with her pussy, licking and lapping and doing creative things with his fingers. They were romantic about it, a point I knew Brita savored.

KC sensed my interest in what was going on beside us. She asked, "Do you want to watch?"

"Yes."

"Me too. Fuck me from behind while we turn that way."

We adjusted position, and as I nested in behind KC she raised her leg I slipped my cock inside her pussy. I could see Brita watching KC's cunt right where I penetrated her sweet body and started a slow in and out. KC got right into the sex act by moving her body in juxtaposition to mine as we fucked. She was such a perfect partner, exactly like my other lovers.

Brita and I watched each other's sex show from very close. Ryan would fuck Brita while she tried to devour Deke's cock, and Mike sucked on her beautiful tits. The trio would switch. After a while, Brita had Deke work his cock into her ass as she sucked on Ryan. He finally got in and had started to fuck when she lay back in Deke's arms with his cock in her ass, and Mike came in front of the couple and speared his cock into her cunt. The trio then went to work, culminating in a round of orgasms for the three men about twenty minutes later. Brita had experienced too many peaks to count, and she had been happily splattered with the white cum from the men. She'd been made airtight.

KC was not exactly quiet as we made love. She talked about what turned her on with the trio next to us: the three hard cocks, Brita's glistening wet pussy, the anal sex, the blowjob, the aroma of sex from the four, the way they fucked her, the way her breasts moved, the kissing and romance, Brita's excitement and erotic motions as she fucked back. KC went on and on, getting me more and more excited until she came, and that triggered my orgasm deep inside her.

KC cuddled into me, wrapping my arms even more tightly around her nakedness. Ryan, Mike, and Deke were coddling Brita next to us. Mike was again eating her pussy and making her entire body twitch as he hit sensitive spots with his tongue.

Brita said in her sexual stupor, "This is very comfortable and feels so sexy and romantic and erotic and ... I never want it to stop."

"You'll just have to hang out with us more."

KC stirred, "Oh, Brita that would be so nice if you could be with us all the time. I feel such a connection with you."

Brita chuckled, "Do you feel enough of a connection with me to want to help Mike clean me while I clean you."

KC sat up. "I sure do. Sixty nine with me."

Brita broke up the MMMF and came over to our chaise. I moved to give them room. Watching two women you love make love to each other in a highly sexy way is over the top in terms of things to see in your life, especially when one has your cum in her pussy, and the other has two other men's cum dripping out of her pussy and ass, and another fresh splash of cum across her face and breasts.

When the girls finished, the six of us went inside to the kitchen. We each had the desire for some kind of snack. Fortunately, Elsa had the place well provisioned for the entire week. KC made small banana splits and we had a great ice cream party as we talked about what we each liked about sex and some of our fantasies. The three men described what had just happened as their fantasy -- now satisfied.

The next few days passed quickly. We had a field day with the various toys we found around the villa: jet skis, water polo nets, water bicycles for two riders, sea kayaks, squirt guns, paddle boards, three canoes, a couple of small sailboats, but the best came in a FedEx delivery truck on Wednesday morning with two large boxes addressed to Elsa. Everyone wanted to know what she'd gotten, but she was cryptic and went off to her bedroom with the boxes and Ryan, who she'd anointed as her 'helper,' which got us even more curious about what she'd ordered that would require a helper.

About two o'clock Ryan appeared with a stepladder he'd found and an electric drill he'd found in the villa's garage. He installed a large eyelet into a wood beam supporting part of the roof over the patio. Shortly after, he and Elsa carried out the two boxes that were now covered by sheets and set them up on the patio, one directly under the eyelet. The ladder had remained nearby. Something was obviously going to hang from the hook.

Elsa called everybody together. "My hypersexed friends, we have no shame when it comes to sex. We have spent time since Friday fucking wildly on a nearly continuous basis inside, around this patio, by the pool, in the pool, on the beach, in bed, and even in the ocean. With that in mind, I thought we should have some special sex toys to help us wile away the remaining hours before we have to return home on Sunday afternoon.

"Accordingly, I am pleased to show you toy number one."

Ryan pulled the ladder over so it was under the eyelet he'd installed earlier. In a flurry of activity, Elsa reached under the cover on one box and passed him a leather strap with a large carabiner on the end. He went up the ladder and hooked up the device, and let it unfurl.

Cindy started the applause. She screamed, "Oh, fabulous. It's a sex swing. We can all get fucked in the sex swing." Ryan moved the ladder away and made some minor adjustments to the straps.

Elsa said, "Let me be the first to show you how this works." She hoisted herself up slightly onto a broad seat so her rump was properly seated and then put her feet into stirrups that were part of the webbing. A further broad strap went behind her back for additional support so she could sit there with ease or almost recline. She was in the device in thirty seconds, and obviously at just the right height to fuck.

Ryan had a hard-on, and moved in front of Elsa's moist snatch. She spread her legs and he slowly impaled her on his cock and made a few strokes. Elsa dropped her head back and Deke rushed forward and presented his cock for her to suck on. The trio put on a three-minute sex show, and then stopped. There wasn't a soft cock or a dry pussy in the house.

Elsa quickly hopped out of the device as she talked. "Ladies, this is pure pleasure. You can be fucked in this in at least a dozen different positions. The swing came with a photographic chart showing various positions. Check it out. It is exciting. I will leave the chart on the table with a book on it so it won't blow away."

Elsa went on sounding like a TV pitchman, "Of course, the best way to use the sex swing is with a partner of the opposite sex, but what if you're by yourself, or all the males have used up their mojo and are resting up for another round. Well, I'm glad you asked that question, because that brings us to toy number two."

Elsa walked over to the other box, which was covered by a sheet. Ryan lifted a large something from the box and set it on the floor. With great aplomb, Elsa strode to the sheet, and plucked the sheet into the air revealing ...

"A sybian!" she announced.

She passed the control to Ryan, and Elsa mounted the small faux saddle over the device. She fitted a long fat dildo into a special slot on the machine and applied some sex lubricant to it. Ryan turned on the sybian. The artificial cock vibrated and twisted in the daylight, only it was meant to do that inside a female pussy.

Elsa said, "Ladies, you will note the cock is only one feature that can bring you pleasure. Additionally, the pleasure pad right here is made optimally for you to vibrate your moist little clit against. This will blow your mind." She pointed at the vital parts of the machine.

Elsa moved forward and impaled herself on the cock, and lowered herself until her clit was against the special vibrating pad. Ryan turned the machine on, Elsa moaned and held onto the handle with one hand as she fondled her breasts with the other. In two minutes Elsa had an obvious orgasm. He rushed to turn the machine down, and to help her off of the device.

Ryan told us, "I only got the dial about a third of the way up. Be careful how you use this one. Death by sybian is a real possibility." He laughed.

Elsa volunteered, "But it's no where near as great as getting The Experience from Mark or Ryan." Her remark made me proud of my relatively new technique to sexually amaze women.

Elsa

I felt like the fox in the hen house. I brought two sensational sex toys into our midst. Fourteen of my friends and lovers watched in rapt attention as I unveiled them with Ryan's help, and gave a short demonstration. Immediately after my demo, there was a waiting line for both the sex swing and the sybian.

Ryan and I went outside beside the pool. He gave me a wonderful rubdown in the bright sun with suntan lotion. He paid special attention to my breasts, my ass, and my pussy -- the parts that normally didn't get much sun. After only five days, I was getting a deep 'all over' tan. I know I had some Mediterranean blood in me somewhere to facilitate that tan.

Cindy and Deke came out of the covered part of the patio a little later. Cindy looked a little wiped out from an orgasmic ride on the sybian. Deke had apparently been at the controls. He had a devilish look on his face that made me laugh.

Deke said, "Hey, how about we do some work with the handguns down on the range?"

Cindy and I agreed. Deke said, "Good, then go put on jeans and a long-sleeve shirt that you don't mind getting a little dirty."

We didn't understand his suggestion until fifteen minutes later when he gave a demonstration of his own of what he wanted us to do.

Deke explained, "I want you each in turn to run from that palm tree over there to about here, drop and roll on the ground, and come up shooting at the target down range. You have five seconds from leaving the tree to get your first shot off. I'll count."

I went first. I hid from the target behind the designated tree, and then made the four large steps to our drop area, rolled, and came up shooting. I didn't hit anything, of course.

Deke instructed, "From the time you leave your cover, start eyeing the target. Gage the distance, your most likely shooting angle as you come up, and prepare to support your weapon with your other hand to stabilize the firing platform, just as we've talked about. Try again, Elsa."

I went back to the tree. This time I peeked out for a second before leaving my cover. I leapt out aimed at my drop zone, eyed the target as I ran, dropped and rolled to a seated position, brought my left hand up to the heel of my right hand, and fired.

Deke yelled some praise, "Great shot. You hit the target. Not a kill shot, but you were on target. Cindy, let's see you try that."

We spent the next hour doing hide, run, drop, roll, and fire exercises of various kinds until Deke appeared satisfied that we knew what we were doing.

Lucas and Marcia, two of our bodyguards showed up for the last ten minutes of our practice session. They each had their weapons with them in shoulder holsters under loose tops.

As Deke gave us a final nod, I teased Lucas, "OK. Let's see how our protectors are in this kind of exercise."

Marcia confidently grinned, "I'll go first." She ran across the twenty-foot distance we'd last practiced on, tucked her shoulder and made a complete roll on the ground before arriving in a seated position. Her first shot was off almost instantly.

Deke gawked at the target, "A kill shot right through the heart."

Lucas duplicated what Marcia had done a moment later.

Deke said, "Same result. The shot ended about two inches to the left of Marcia's. Nice shooting guys."

I told them with some awe in my voice, "I feel more protected by the two of you than I did before. That was phenomenal shooting."

Lucas chuckled as he brushed some grass clippings from his shirt, "We've been at this a lot longer than you." He turned to focus on Cindy and me, "Well, do you want to do a little wrestling with us down on the beach?"

Cindy and I nodded. Deke followed us down to the soft sand.

Just as we got to our training area, Marcia yelled and charged me, with obvious intent to take me out. Cindy and I both reacted. I moved into Marcia's charge to take it full force, and Cindy rotated a couple of steps behind me to help accelerate Marcia into my hands with an assist on her ass. We'd practiced this move with Wan Suh

I grabbed Marcia's outstretched arms and fell backwards, allowing her entire body to rise up over me as I flipped her over me. She crashed into the sand on her back, and I could hear the wind leave her body. I was up in a crouch ready for her next onslaught before she even rolled over.

Lucas praised, "Nice work you two, and strong recovery."

Marcia suddenly pulled what appeared to be a switchblade knife from her pocket. The blade flashed open as she charged again. I sidestepped, grabbing the knife as she parried towards my midsection. I didn't do too well this time. The knife supposedly plunged into my side. I would be seriously injured had she not been using a fake knife.

Lucas changed position with me; "Watch and learn," he commanded. Marcia charged him, he moved to her opposite side from the knife forcing her to either cross the knife over to the other less dominant hand or strike at him while she reached across her body. She started to strike, but in that extra fraction of a second, Lucas' foot came up and smashed into her wrist. The knife went flying.

Lucas fell and recovered the knife before Marcia could respond. He looked over at her, "You all right? I didn't mean to kick you that hard."

Marcia was rubbing her wrist, "Occupational hazard. I'll be OK; a bruise, but nothing broken."

Lucas quoted the old axiom, "Never bring a knife to a gun fight. If you're in a situation like we just portrayed, pull your weapon and fire at the threat. A person who wants to knife you wants your life; take theirs first. The other saying you should remember, there are only losers in a knife fight. You saw how I recovered the knife from Marcia; what do you think I would have done next?"