Round two! Will the contenders please take several deep breaths...pardon me if I concentrate on two very special chests...and rejoin the Game.
Nearly at the point of collapse, the four had rolled onto their backs, side-by-side, chests heaving, and with very, very satisfied looks on all faces. Round one seemed to be over, with Lee checking off three items on her list and Jenni, two. Sadly, despite the excitement of it all, neither Hook nor Jon had achieved any check offs, although Jon had invented upside-down kissing, and both men received total devotion from another man's wife, while her husband participated! All in all, not a bad score...And the night was still young!
DAY TWO - NIGHT; Round Two
Hook looked across the two fucked-out women at Jon and said, "Jon, I don't know about you, but they've drained every ounce of cum out of my balls. While I hate to leave these sexy things for a second, may I suggest a bit of nourishment before we see what other delights await us?"
"Hook, old boy, couldn't have said it better myself. I started with nuts the size of plums, and now they feel like raisins." The girls giggled and smirked at each other, winking and high-fiving. "Tell you what. So as not to waste time, why don't we take a quick shower and order from room service, while the ladies take their turn?"
"Great idea, Jon. In the interests of efficiency - and to get back to the fucking faster - why don't you and Jenni return to your room to shower and whatever. I'll call down for some suitable refreshments to be sent up over here. Jenni, so you don't have to get dressed for the short trip to your room, why not wrap that large bath towel around that luscious body? And, oh, we should at least don the minimum required clothing for dinner."
For the next hour there was frenetic activity in the two suites, as the four tired, but sexually charged friends busied themselves getting ready. While Lee showered, Hook was busy on the phone, straightened the bedclothes, and then selected some wine for dinner. I won't say whether some minor stroke and poke activities took place during the interlude; the prudent reader can draw their own conclusions. Soon all was sorted out and the four were rejoined in Lee and Hook's suite. By some mystical alchemy, Lee and Jenni had donned long, sheer gowns, with slits up the sides to their upper thighs. Each woman was wearing high-heeled slingbacks with sheer, stay-up stockings. An observer would have remarked on the nearly identical, pertly uptilt to their prominent chests, considering that one was twice the age of the other. If the observer were a gentleman, however, he would have hummed softly in appreciation and enjoyed the eye-candy without vulgar comment. Of course, it might have been apparent by the prominent male frontal bulges that they were entertaining vulgar thoughts about how the ladies could be separated from their clothing.
They had just started on a round of Tom Collins, when there was a knock at the door. Hook announced that there was to be a pre-dinner surprise and asked the others to turn toward the window momentarily. He then opened the door and ushered in three robed and hooded figures. He then asked his wife and their two new friends to take seats on the sofas at one end of the room. He advanced to the other side of the room, accompanied by the three newcomers. After a pause to let the suspense build, and stifling a question from his wife, Hook assumed an M.C. persona and formally stated: Ladies and Gentlemen, Mesdames et messieurs, me permettent de présenter notre divertissement pour ce soir - May I present the evening's entertainment. To your left, the charming and accomplished Mlle Camille, whose name means 'Young Ceremonial Attendant'." The woman indicated threw back her hood, revealing the young spa receptionist [Part 2], although looking much more exotic with expertly applied makeup.
"To your right, Mlle Liana, whose name means 'Bound or Wrapped Up.' The woman threw back her hood, revealing a face nearly identical to Camille. "You may recognize her as the hostess from our dinner in the hotel restaurant last evening [Part 2], but she is also the twin sister of Camille, and has other talents as well."
"Finally, in the center ring, (laughter) Monsieur Giles, whose name means 'Young Goat'." Giles throws off his hood, revealing the formerly beret-topped tour guide from the day before [Part 3].
"Through casual discussions with each of the three, I determined that they were amenable to the type of performance we are about to see. They are all of legal age, have health certificates, have expressed an interest in our group, and have said they welcome audience participation if you wish. Therefor, I will turn this show over to our 'Young Goat'; Monsieur Giles?"
"Thank you Monsieur Hook, and a good evening to all of you. It is an honor to perform for you this evening. Thanks to M. Hook, it is also financially rewarding. (laughter) I am assured that you all are sexually liberated to some extent. That is very good, as I believe we may be able to stretch your experience level somewhat this evening. I will now ask Mlle Camille to begin."
Camille reaches into her carryall bag and removes a DVD player, which she starts. Meanwhile, Giles has plugged in a small blacklight and moved to dim the room's illumination. Liana has placed several widemouthed jars on a nearby end table. A low throbbing beat is heard as Camille faces away from the group and slowly lowers her robe. The group gasps as her perfectly formed body is revealed. Pure white skin below her long blonde hair is without blemish. As she slowly turns around, she reveals her uptilted, cone-shaped breasts, maybe 38D, topped by dollar-sized aureole and elongated nipples, an inch or so, of a startling crimson to match her lip-gloss...they were not thick, but long, enticing... Her waist nips in nicely, highlighting an inny navel adorned with a crimson jewel, and flares to splendidly feminine hips framing a pelvis devoid of hair. She runs her hands up her sides like a Ferrari navigating mountain roads, until she reaches those snowy peaks, which she caresses and holds up in offering to the four, wide-eyed friends.
Hook
Now starting to weave to the sensual music, in a rhythmic seduction she dances hypnotically over to me and sways just in front of my knees, unbuttons my shirt and pulls it from my body. She smiles, extends a forefinger to my mouth and entices me to suck on it while she manipulates one perfect nipple. Removing her saliva-coated finger from my mouth, she slides it between her firm and shapely thighs, running it the full length of her slit, from which ooze small drops of moisture. Stopping at the top as her labia separate slightly, she rubs in a small circle until her swollen and engorged clit peeps out from its hood. I lean forward after her nipple like a cat stalking a mouse; I bite, suck, flick my tongue wickedly over the top of it, deliciously torturing her sexually. Wanting to take her to the very edge of pain, I suck her into my mouth fiercely and let my teeth gently sink into her sensitive flesh. She shudders slightly, replaces her finger, now coated with her own arousal, in my mouth, smiles evilly at me and moves next in front of Lee.
While this scene has distracted the group, Liana and Giles have doffed their robes, revealing tanned, muscular, and fit bodies with a slight sheen of oil that glows in the blacklight. Giles has a string pouch covering his genitals, and Liana wears a V-string and a full lacy bra encasing her own 38D rack. It is transparent and has cutouts that allow her nipples to protrude. They begin a slow seductive dance, matched to the music that has now changed to a primitive drumbeat with pan pipes providing a counterpoint melody.
Lee
Camille's beautiful dazzling eyes gaze down wide and full of wonder at me, as I drink in the sight of those jutting breasts of hers, curving out above me to their long puckered nipples. One hand rests flat just below her tits. The other she moves slowly lower, down over the shallow curve of her lower belly, gently running through her cropped pubic triangle and sliding between and around her big swollen labia. Her middle finger disappears in the fleshy channel, parting her outer lips, coming out glistening with her juices. She straddles my legs and undulates her belly as she waves her finger under my nose, allowing me only the scent of her. She reaches down then to grasp my hands, pulling me upright, and then moves behind me and starts to pull my long dress up over my head.