We walked from the shrubs to the restaurant in a haze.
After I had shot my juice into her mouth, I had collapsed on the grass, breathing heavily, my entire body shuddering in a series of uncontrollable spasms. I watched dully as Michael, having spurted out his cum rolled over onto his stomach and crawling, reached up to encircle her buttocks and pulled her down against his mouth. The guy really loved kissing and sucking on her pussy. He made loud smacking noises when he sucked her. I watched, as she supported the upper part of her body by resting on her palms, and ground her pussy on his face.
She grabbed her own tits, fondling them and squeezing alternately. Then, she began to move up and down, literally fucking his mouth.
She was very vocal when her orgasm hit her; she shrieked and wriggled, her hips locking his face between them, "Ahhhhh...ugghhh...god, yes, push your tongue inside, yes, yes, fuck my cunt, oh god, I'm cumming."
From where I was lying, I could see the front of her naked body and the top of his head sticking out from between her legs. I saw her suddenly slump down on his face.
Each one of us then continued to lie down on the grassy sand, breathing raggedly and heavily, listening to the noise that the group next to us was making. I didn't even have the strength to peep at the show; I didn't need to. Their bodies were visible in the lights that they had switched on.
There was a couple that was in the sixty-nine, she, lying below him. Next to them was the big girl, slurping on a cock, another in her hand, yet another in her cunt. The third girl was lying on her stomach, licking the big girl's tits as she was fucked from behind.
We took the scene in, strangely, not making any comment at all.
Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, Michael said: "I feel like some more grass and maybe some serious fucking."
She giggled, but answered, "Same here."
I struggled to get up on my feet. "We better get back to the hotel."
"I was about to say that. I don't know about you guys, but I'm hungry," she agreed, rising up, pulling her halter together to cover her beautiful tits.
"What's the matter? He did not give enough proteins?" he laughed.
She laughed this time. "It was an overdose," she replied, "He kept shooting and shooting and I'm afraid, I lost more than half of it."
This was making me uncomfortable. Agreed, I was equally stoned; but apart from the books, a solitary x-rated flick, a few youthful seemingly innocent encounters with my sisters and cousins, and the opportunities I had playing peeping Tom, I was still a virgin. The first blowjob I had received in my life, and that too from a white girl; something I had fantasized for years. With my prick deflated and lust temporarily satiated, I began to feel uneasy.
Perhaps, Michael sensed it, because he got up, pulling his jeans and zipping up. "Yeah, come on, let's get to the room and order some grub from there. I see no point in going to the restaurant."
Neither did I.
* * *
They ordered lobster and chicken. I felt like having some fried fish, so I added that to the list. Michael poured whisky for the three of us and I started to roll the joints with some help from Steffi.
I insisted on settling the check (if what Vijay had told me about their financial state of affairs was true, I thought that maybe by shelling out the cash, they'd be able to stay back for a few more days).
We finished the whisky around the same time we polished off the dinner. It's amazing how pot can make you hungry!
Before firing the first joint, we agreed to have a shower. Sand on your body can get very irritating. Steffi went first and when she came out of the bathroom, was looking pink and fresh, dressed up in just a short see through silk robe, which revealed her bra and panties. The sight of her coming out like that, blond hair still wet, the robe wrapped around her was so arousing, that I immediately felt my cock jerking up north. So, I rushed in next.
As I showered, I thought of the amazing blowjob she'd given me. Plus, the sight of Michael going down on her as she jerked him off was an absolute turn on. I masturbated with soapy fingers, coming almost immediately.
I pulled on the hotel's bathrobe over my body, nothing under it since my clothes needed to be rinsed off the sand. Michael went in next and I sat on one bed, rolling another joint to add to the stock, watching her as she sat on a chair doing the same.
She rose from the chair after pinching the top of the weed she'd just finished rolling and walked to the table where we had laid down the joints. Instead of returning to the chair, she sat on the bed beside me.
"So, did I make you happy?" she asked.
I managed to laugh. Incredibly, I felt my cock beginning to rise. "You bet!"
She tilted her head to one side. "Was it the first time a foreigner sucked your cock?"
"Yeah, it was. And believe me, it was really good."
"You have never fucked a white girl before?"
"No, that I haven't, Steffi," I replied truthfully.
She nodded, looking satisfied in a strange kind of way. "You'll like it, I hope."
"Without exception, I will," I replied.
She leaned towards me and kissed me, her lips soft and yielding. I opened my mouth and explored her tongue. Her arms went around my shoulders and mine crept up to her tits.
I heard her moan into my mouth as I managed to shove one hand into her bra from the top of her silk robe. I squeezed the mound of flesh, delighted by its size and softness.
She pushed me away with a sigh. "I too have never been fucked by a colored man." She said it plaintively.
Michael came out of the bathroom, humming a tune, apparently in a very good mood now that we would be attacking the pot.