Both of the gasped for air when I released them, and we all burst out laughing.
"Will you join us for one more night before you leave?" asked the Bartender.
"I'd kinda hoped to" I replied, "y'know, one for the road and all."
Paulie chuckled "We should get back to the casa then, what time does your flight leave?"
"Tomorrow evening," I replied, "which gives us plenty of time to get me Laid, Fed, and back to the airport."
Laughing, we walked back up the beach and found where we had left Pauli's car. It was a short drive back to his house, and the Bartender took the opportunity to get him primed for the coming attraction. I watched from the back seat as she leaned over and freed his cock, stroking and sucking him while he drove us home.
When we arrived at the house, none of us even hesitated before stripping out of our evening attire on our way to the bedroom. None of us had even had a single beer in the last few hours, much less the agreed upon three that caused clothing to fall off. The Bartenders lush curves and deeply tanned skin provided a warm contrast to my lithely muscled, pale blue body. Paulie, though he was quite solidly in his fifties now, was in excellent shape. Good thing, too, since his was the only dick in the room, and it was about to see a lot of use!
The Bartender pushed him back onto the bed and wasted no time in wrapping her lips around his meaty shaft. Since she was bent over, I buried my tongue in her pussy, licking her from clit to asshole until her thighs began to quiver.
"Mmm...I need to get this dick inside me" she sighed as she crawled onto the bed to straddle Paulie. I grabbed his dick and guided it into her as she moaned in pleasure.
She rode him until they both came, while I watched, stroking my own, very wet, pussy. After riding his cock to a satisfying orgasm, the Bartender focused her attention on me, gently pushing my fingers out of the way and burying her face between my thighs. I could feel her tongue dancing on my clit while her fingers pushed into me, curling up and stroking my g-spot. I was the one moaning loudly now. My hands were on my breasts, squeezing my nipples as I lay back, closed my eyes, and let the Bartender pleasure me. After a moment I felt Pauli's hand on the side of my face, turning my head toward him. I opened my eyes to see his cock, semi-hard and still wet from the Bartenders pussy. Without thinking I opened my mouth to receive the slab of meat being offered to me. I could taste their mingled juices as I sucked him back to hardness. The Bartender moved, and Paulie took her place. I could feel his razor stubble on my thighs as he devoured my pussy. The Bartender moved around the bed to sit on my face, with her hands on my breasts. Pauli's come was still dribbling out of her and I lapped up every creamy drop. Pauli's tongue was soon replaced by his hard cock. I could feel his length sliding into me as his hands pushed my knees up, spreading me open, allowing him to penetrate me deeply. The Bartender rode out another satisfying orgasm on my tongue before dismounting to turn and kiss me deeply. Pauli's breathing was ragged, and his thrusts soon carried him to his second climax of the evening. I could feel the hot spurt of come inside me, setting off my own orgasm.
We collapsed into a sweaty pile of naked flesh on the bed. The Bartender and I were making out while Paulie recovered from his exertions. At some point I think we all must have slept, because I awoke in a darkened room with the Bartenders lips on my nipples. She grinned up at me and moved up to kiss me on the lips again. Paulie was a dark shape, snoring softly on the other side of the bed. The Bartender and I made out for a while before moving into a 69. Both of us were moaning softly as we ate each other out. Apparently that was enough to rouse Paulie from his nap. He groaned and stretched before rolling onto his side to watch us. The Bartender and I switched positions, this time grinding our soaked pussies together in a "scissor fight". Both of us could see Pauli's dick returning to life as he began to stroke himself.
"Bring that over here" said the Bartender.
Paulie got up and moved around the bed, sliding his hard cock between the Bartenders waiting lips. We continued to grind against each other, and she moaned around his cock. I could feel the orgasm building inside me, and wondered if the Bartender was close. I got my answer as her moans intensified, and a sudden burst of slick wetness soaked us both. My own climax came shortly after, leaving us both breathless and satisfied.
"Here Paulie," I said, "lay down and let me do the driving this time."
This would be a first for me. Ordinarily, even if I had initiated the sex, I had let Paulie be the "top", while I had just been a passive participant in our encounters. The Bartender grinned at him as he lay in the middle of the bed. I turned and mounted him in the reverse Cowgirl position, so that the Bartender could get her tongue involved if she so chose. She guided him into me, and I began to ride. It took me a minute to get my rhythm, and to really figure out what was gonna feel the best, but soon I was moaning loudly while the bartenders tongue danced between my clit and Pauli's balls. His hands were on my ass, spreading me and tickling my ass-hole with his fingers. I knew that I would come before him, since he'd already come twice tonight. I moaned louder as the Bartenders fingers replaced her tongue, and I felt her lips latch on to my left nipple. Yes, I was definitely going to come soon. I could feel the warmth spreading from the center of me, and from my nipples. My legs began to shake as I started to lose my rhythm. Pauli's hands found my hips and began to pull me to him, as he thrust up into me. I'm pretty sure I forgot my own name for a solid minute as I was cock-drunk from the fucking I was receiving. The Bartender was the only thing keeping me upright as Paulie pounded away at me. My eyes were closed and all I could do was moan as my orgasm seemed to stretch on for what seemed an eternity. Eventually I felt him come inside me again, which triggered a whole nother level of climax for me. I think I may have blacked out, but I was still upright, and riding Pauli's cock when I regained my faculties, so it can't have been for long. The Bartender was giggling as I rolled off Paulie and sprawled out on the bed, with my ass in the air.
"Didja have a nice ride?" she asked.
"Uh...huh" I panted.
"Good!" said Paulie as he rolled toward me and smacked me on the ass, "Remember this fuckin', and come back when you need some more."
