Raising my head from Britt's breasts, the sweet taste of her milk on my tongue, I looked at Kristi. I had to know what she was doing, I had to. What she was doing was tugging at the front of Ty's ridiculous thong, still leaning out over the side of the tub while trying in vain to free his cock from the black pouch. Frustrated, she stood and stepped over the side and onto the deck of the boat.
I saw Ty's eyes widen in appreciation and a delighted grin flash onto Cody's face as they took in the fact that she was not only completely naked, but completely smooth and free of any pubic hair to hide her charms! Ty reached out and cupped his hand over her smooth mound, his fingers touching her netherlips as he felt her tender flesh.
Cody bent forward and kissed her, nuzzling her neck briefly before she squatted in front of Ty, still determined to have him out of his suit. In this position she was soon successful, able to get her fingers under the tight, narrow waistband and tug it down, dropping it to his feet where he stepped out of it. His cock, released from it's prison, sprang upward, aroused and ready.
He was not huge, perhaps between six and seven inches or so, but his penis jutted from his groin straight out for an inch or two before curving sharply upwards and arching back toward his belly, forming almost an 'L', or even shallow 'C' shape, thick and wide at the base and tapering up to the glistening pink head. I recalled that Kristi and I had seen a very similarly shaped cock once in a porno we got on pay-per-view, and that she had referred to it "a perfect G-spot cock."
I had made some inane comment about the mythical G-spot, last seen disappearing over the horizon on the back of the last unicorn, but she had assured me that it was indeed very real. We had spent the rest of a delightful snowy afternoon on a comforter in front of the fireplace while she helped me discover it's exact location, first with my fingers (to an explosive string of orgasms) and then with my cock, figuring out which angles and positions allowed me to hit just where she wanted me to, her orgasms still coming fast and furious when I spent myself inside of her.
For her, at least, it had proven to be very real and intensely enjoyable, and for me very educational. And enjoyable. She had explained that for her, G-spot orgasms were different, more like a string of firecrackers going off bang-bang-bang, one after another, fast, sudden, and intense, versus her vaginal or clitoral orgasms which would slowly reach a cataclysmic, mind-erasing, earth moving crescendo before sliding down into a deep, satisfying valley, pausing there, hollow in her belly, waiting only to be brought up the hill again and again. She claimed to love both equally.
At least that's how she described it; I don't think a man can ever truly understand the intensity and complexity of the female orgasm - but I sure can enjoy them vicariously!
But I digress: Now, with Ty's perfect G-spot cock in her hand, she looked at me with something between a smile and a smirk on her face, knowing full well that I would be recalling her comment, remembering her enthusiasm for a cock just like this one! Turning back to him, she took his rigid cock into her mouth, one hand wrapped around the thick root, the other cupping and massaging his taut ball sack. Ty put his hands on his hips and thrust his hips forward, his cock arcing out to her sweet, beautiful face, her eyes closed as she sucked on him.
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and wondered idly if it might explode, and if it did whether I would be described as having died of a broken heart. In reality, it was just intense arousal, a soup of hormones flooding my system and making my heart pound, my chest ache, and my cock vibrate rigidly. I was sweating, I knew I was.
Pam leaned close to my ear. "Kristi seems to be enjoying herself. I think Ty has a serious crush on her, you better be careful!"
I knew she was teasing, and croaked out a soft "Yes" of agreement, thinking that a crush is offering to carry her books home from school, or sending her love notes; his hard cock in her mouth, well, I would call that something more than a crush! Cody, seeing where this was going for his friend, quickly shucked off his shorts, revealing that he had no underwear on beneath. His cock hung down a couple of inches below his shirttail, semi-flaccid and thick, a half inch of the tip peering out from under his partly retracted foreskin. I groaned; the perfect G-spot cock and a thick, uncut penis on the other, two of Kristi's favorite things at the same time, both on guys several years my junior. This was going to be rough!
Britt leaned in on my other side, licking my neck before gently biting my earlobe. I felt her hand squeeze my rigid cock and stroke the head and upper couple of inches, while Pam played at the base and with my balls. Britt spoke softly. "You're very hard! You must really enjoy watching her make love with other men. Do you do this often?"
My voice came out in a hoarse whisper. "No. No, this is the first time." I saw her pale eyebrows rise in surprise and her frosty silver-blue eyes widen as she absorbed that; it was true, really. When I had walked in on her fucking some guy in my house I had watched them, unable to stop, but that wasn't making love; not to me it wasn't. To me it had been just fucking, him fucking her, ugly and animalistic, her getting fucked, grunting, moaning, wet and nasty, him thrusting into her and using her body for his own savage needs, his own satisfaction, while she did the same to him. I had seen no love there, no beauty, just two animals fucking each other, filling a primal need. But then again maybe that was just my own anger and shock, my rage and horror masking the beauty of the act and making it simply fucking; I didn't think so.
Now, with quiet, laid-back Cody, and the more mercurial but honest Ty, I knew she was with two good guys she liked and was interested in, and I knew they liked her as well, and could see her beauty, see her as a gorgeous, sexy, fun, but very vulnerable person. I hoped that was true, hoping they could see this for what it was and have fun, and find joy and satisfaction together, and I knew that I very much wanted to see it all happen, to see how my baby, my lover, my woman, my world, would look and sound and react while making love to another man.
I needed to see that, and Britt, watching my face, seemed to sense it. She smiled slowly and leaned in, kissing me softly and sensuously on the lips. "You need to see this, don't you? Have you been waiting a long time?"
I kissed her back, touching her tongue with my own. "I'm sorry, but yes, I need to watch them. I think maybe I've been waiting my whole life."
She laughed gently. "That's a strange but honest answer Adam. Do you want me to go away?"
I had my arm around her shoulders, the other around Pam, and I pulled them close. "No, please don't leave. Please stay with me, I don't want to do this alone."
She leaned across me and spoke quietly to Pam, who looked at me oddly before snuggling against me and hugging me. I was very aware of their silky bodies and soft breasts against me, and now Pam also kissed me. It was almost as if they were taking pity on me. "Britt and me will stay with you, if that's what you want. I'd like to watch them too, it looks like it will be very hot, they're all three so beautiful."
I hadn't thought about that, but she was right. Kristi, lean and athletic, beautiful of face and body, her long hair falling in soft, sexy waves around her face and shoulders; she looked younger than her years. She looked no older that the two guys, in fact, and they were each trim and athletic, Ty shorter and more muscular, Cody leaner, taller, but both with well-defined muscles. Purely objectively, they were quite beautiful together.
I smiled gratefully at the two women. "Please, stay with me, watch with me."
Britt gave several fast strokes on my cock, eliciting a gasp from me. "Can we keep playing with you while we watch?"
I was distracted by the fact that Kristi was now sucking both men's cocks, going back and forth from one to the other, one on each side of her, giving each about twenty or thirty seconds of oral loving before switching. I finally answered Britt. "Yes, you can keep playing, as long as I can too. You might make me cum. You'll probably make me cum."
She laughed. "Well duh! That's part of the game, isn't it? You go ahead and cum if you need to, I'm not going to cry over spilled semen. I'm sure there's more if we need it - and I think we will! Besides, I've been spilling milk all evening, so who am I to talk?"
As both women continued to play with me, babysitting me, Kristi rose to her feet and took an erect penis in each hand, walking around the side of the tub, leading the men by their cocks and stepping up onto the redwood platform along the far side. She crossed the platform and stepped down into the tub, directly across from me and my two ladies, and then sat down on the edge, her feet on the underwater seat. She parted her long legs, staring into my eyes as she showed us her aroused and glistening sex, and I could see that her inner lips were swollen with lust, her hard clit jutting. There was a challenge in her eyes, but there was also love. Her mouth quirked up slightly at the corners and her eyes crinkled the tiniest bit, and I knew she was glad to have me there.