Aw! Have we got to the end already? Not quite. Here is part 5 of the story, were things are winding-up and winding-down as the tale of Martin and Michelle begins to cum...I mean come to a close. I hope you've all been enjoying it thus far.
And just as a warning this will include one scene of oral male Bisex, if it's not your thing then I'll see you next time.
Anyway, for those who've waited patiently here's the first part of the finale.
BEFORE THE PARTY STARTS
I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. I'm in a bed on my back looking up, but I'm not sure where I am. I only know my head hurts with a weird buzz of what can only be described as a mild hangover. I wondered why before recalling that after a brief pause the previous night, we had a quick drink in between and our salacious adventure occurred well over a couple of hours, plus drinks with the meal meant we were well-toasted.
I dared to turn my head to see around the room and immediately recognise it as ours.
Phew!
I guess the next step is to see the people I'm in bed with, however, after a quick perusal I was happy it was just Michelle.
Double phew!
I tried to recall what had happened the previous evening as my brain felt somewhat squashed inside my skull. I remember how Dan and Pam 69'd in front of us as Michelle and I engaged in mutual masturbation till both of us came.
After that we had a drink and were seduced by the two of them, with both ladies being fucked on all fours, the two of them joined at the mouth, but what happened after that? I tried to recall the rest of the evening past that drink. What happened next?
"Wow! We've not done that before!" said I to everyone in the room. "You okay 'chelle?"
Michelle, lying naked face down on the bed, legs splayed, her long, black hair dishevelled doesn't even move her face as she gives a thumbs up as she gives a dirty laugh.
I take it that's a yes.
"Let's have another drink," suggested Dan as he made his way back to the drinks. I gathered our glasses and took them over as he quickly refilled them with less concern over where the liquid went and quite a bit of spillage caused. I took mine and Michelle's drinks over to the bed and tapped her on the shoulder. She lifted her head, sending her long dark hair flicking back, some of it into one of the glasses.
"This one is yours," I remarked, passing her the one with her hair curved over the top dipping into the drink. Michelle took it and downed it, scrunching her nose up as the sharpness of the drink made its presence felt. Still, I felt like I couldn't be seen to be a wimp by sipping so knocked my glass back also.
"Jeez, that felt more than a double," I challenged as the sauce seemed to rattle my head. So, what's next?" I queried, still somehow feeling like I wanted more as all of us mooched around naked like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"We could always try a daisy chain," suggested Pam, a mischievous grin on her lips.
"What's a daisy chain?" Michelle asked, her eyes containing a demonic twinkle.
"Shall we show them?" Pam asked her husband as the leered at each other in the same manner before Pam jumped off the bed as giddy as a kid at Christmas. "Okay! So, Michelle, you need to lie across the top of the bed, head on the right, feet to the left, or vice versa. Whichever way you're comfortable".
"O-Kay," Michelle replied as she moved into position.
"All right, Martin. You lie, face between Michelle's legs and feet going towards the end of the bed," Pam orchestrated, gesturing with her hands as to where I should go.
"My head between Michelle's legs? That's my second favourite position," I informed everyone, getting a chuckle of appreciation.
"Then I go here," Pam said as she led across the bed, her head between my legs, and at that point I'm pretty sure Michelle and I both worked out where Dan was about to place himself as he got on the bed, his head between Pam's legs and his already swelling tool easily accessible to Michelle's mouth. "Okay, everyone...tuck in!"
With that I felt the warm welcome sensation of Pam's mouth sucking on my end as her hubby moved his face up to her slit, his tongue slurping away at her opening. I moved my head to see Michelle grasp Dan's prick before wrapping her lips around it leaving me as, seemingly the odd-one-out before I moved my head forward to feast on Michelle's tasty, fleshy
I moved my head forward and slid my tongue over her hood and down her slit and back again, my arms reaching up to massage her boobs. Pam's tongue lashed around my helmet as she moved her hand up and down my shaft. Every now and then I'd hear a moan or a sigh or a throaty groan a the sensations of someone's mouth on our bits proved too much of a distraction, the four of us connected like some decadent möbius band with no beginning or end, connected mouth to cock to mouth to pussy, tongues licking, mouths sucking, a circle of delight that could only turn on more and more and more and more, each of us begging, craving release but seemingly trapped within the round, slave to our sex whilst torn to still provide oral stimulation to the person in front, my tongue gliding over Michelle, tasting her juices whilst Pam's mouth moved up and down my length with Dan giving and receiving opposite me as sounds of sex filled the room.
"HMMM! Oh god!" Pam exhaled.
"Fucking Hell, Michelle," Dan groaned.
"Oh my God, Martin," Michelle sighed.
"Your mouth is fucking electric," I told Pam as the four of us carried ourselves forward on this crescendo of lust, fuelled by a generous amount of Vodka and coke. I could start to feel my tool get more and more sensitive as Pam lovingly nursed my end, my glutes and the back of my thighs twitching, pushing my cum down my cock, all the while feeling Michelle's legs tremble around my head as her orgasm started to build. All of us could feel that we were each near release and the sounds of lapping, sucking and slurping seemed to increase with ever more present murmurs of appreciation.
"Oh yeah".
"Fucking Hell".
"Oh God".
"Mmmm".
I couldn't even tell you who was saying what and if any of them were even me. The first to crack was Pam who let me cock plop out of her mouth as Dan's oral skills sent her crashing towards her inevitable conclusion.
"FUCK! That's good! OH FUCK! OH...Hmmmm!" Pam yelled as she clenched her legs around Dan's head.
"Oh, fuck me, Michelle! Keep sucking! Oh God..." Dan trailed away as he shot his cum into Michelle's mouth. Pam returned her lips to my tool, her hand moving along the shaft quicker as she sucked on the end trying to pump the cum out of me...and she succeeded.
"Christ, Pam. I'm gonna..." I began, but it was too late as she took my seed in her mouth and sucked hungrily till nothing more was gonna spurt from the tip (for now). All of us looked at Michelle, the literal queen of holding off her orgasm, although I could tell she was close. We all looked at her with lustful intent.
"Bring her here!" Pam ordered. I grabbed Michelle by the ankles and pulled her legs so her pussy was down with Pam who dive headfirst into her delightfully moist minge, I took one nipple in my mouth and Dan took the other, all of us working together to stimulate the most sensual parts of my wife's body and it clearly worked. Michelle looked down at all of us, her eyes wide, her mouth O-shaped in shock and joy before her head rocked back and she gripped the bedsheets in orgasmic ecstasy.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD! THAT IS SO...OH!" Michelle screamed as her body went rigid, her neck bright pink almost as though she was being electrocuted before her entire body went limp. For a minute none of us knew if we'd broken my wife before she raised her left arm to the sky and shouted...
"ANOTHER DRINK!"
"Oh, my head," Michelle moaned as she woke up next to me. She turned to me, running her hand over her forehead and through her hair. "Did we drink a lot last night?"
"I think it's the combination of the alcohol and the exertions," I informed her. For a moment she stared vacantly into space before her eyebrows raised as she remembered some of the previous evening's events.
"Oh my! I remember...vaguely...Dan and Pam?" Michelle asked. I nod.
"Yeah, I was just recalling bits of last night when you woke up," I added as I got out of bed to make a cup of coffee.
"How the Hell did we wind up back here on our own then?" Michelle queried further.
"No idea, but I tell you this with neither jest nor sarcasm, I am completely sexed out," I confessed as I tried to blink my hangover away (wondering why we all try to do that). "I tell you, no sex for me today".
"Ugh! Me too," Michelle replied as I brought two black coffee's back to bed. "What would you say to a day relaxing on the ship?"
"I'd say 'Hello, day of relaxing on the ship'," I joked back as we clinked our cups together and drank the black, tar coffee down, not knowing that this day, what I wanted at the start of the day and what I wound up having by the end of the day would be wildly different.
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We walked along the deck to the pool area where the sun-loungers were all laid out looking forward to getting a tan and relaxing the day away, however as we got to the pool we were in for our first shock of the day.
Most of the guests were now naked.
Michelle and I just stood there for a moment feeling a strange sense of butterflies and untethered excitement and we didn't really know why? We'd seen a number of these people nude like Anne, Dan and Pam and had heard Bob and Betty have raucous foursome sex but seeing them out here relaxed like this in a non-sexual way (or so we thought) just seemed oddly quiet. On some loungers there was the odd person still covered up but on the whole nudity ruled.
"I didn't expect this," I confessed to Michelle.
"Uh-huh. This is new," Michelle agreed. We looked at each other, considered how good the Sun felt on the bits that were exposed and removed our swimwear before grabbing a lounger.
"Hey, you guys made it," Bob replied, his body looking decidedly better without clothes as it revealed his body was more wide than fat. Although it didn't look as good as his wife's next to him. Betty looked incredible without her swimsuit. Her breasts had retained their majesty in spite of her age and she had a figure that was just lean, carrying the merest amount of fat that gave her a plentiful shape.
