"Ummm," I moaned to the ministrations of my beautiful fiancées mouth. Lying near my knees, away from my touch, she had my cock held upright, loving on me. It wasn't a blowjob to get me off, she was loving on me because she wanted to. She wasn't lying away to prevent me from touching her but lying in a position where I could watch her perform her magic on my cock even as she watched my face.
"Like that?" She asked, pulling back momentarily before sticking her tongue out and slowly rubbing her lips and tongue up and down my shaft.
"Of course."
"I'm glad. I love sucking your cock."
"Is that the way my sister sucked that stripper?" She giggled in response.
"Does that turn you on? Hearing about your sister doing something naughty?"
"Not really. To me, it just seems so out of character for her. I always thought of her as a bit of a goody-goody."
"She sure isn't that" Stacy said raising her head up, "She did it like this," and slipped me completely into her mouth, causing me to groan in appreciation again. A minute or so later she pulled off, climbed on top and slipped me into her waiting warmth.
In the days since her bachelorette party Stacy had entertained me multiple times with descriptions of the goings on at Desert Sun Resort. That it was where they were going, that it was a nude, or at least a clothing optional, resort, that they were going to have a stripper couple entertain and perform sex acts in front of them, I'd had no clue. It had been my sister that had informed me that the girls were planning a surprise party, and that it was in Palm Springs, but other than that I'd been told nothing, and known nothing, before they'd gone. Ellen had told me they were all chipping in to buy her airline ticket and pay for the resort, but I'd said I'd gladly pay for her share, and had.
"Josette really hadn't ever had oral sex before?" I asked, finding it almost unbelievable that a woman, that just had her 22nd birthday and had lived with twins, had never received oral sex. She had lived with two guys, had threesomes virtually
daily
, had sucked their cocks together and separately, but they had
never
returned the favor seemed especially unbelievable. And then to have done it with a stranger, in a standing 69, was a super-athletic feat for a first time. I'd seen such a thing on internet porn before, and an acquaintance told me about seeing a standing 69 performance in an Amsterdam red-light district show when he'd been stationed in Europe in the Army, but I'd never attempted it myself. After giggling and laughing about it with Stacy, she said she'd wondered how it was, so we tried. We managed to get into position, but we gave it up long before either of us achieved orgasm, but admitted it was quite the fun and exotic act.
"She said she'd hadn't."
"God, those guys she was living with, the twins? It sure sounds like they were a bit self-centered. I can't believe anyone wouldn't take care of their lover." I realized I didn't know how far either Ellen or Josette had gone. "They didn't suck him off, did they?"
"Ellen and Josette?" I nodded. "No, they both just had some fun, and then the two strippers fucked with us watching."
My mind turned inward momentarily, wondering how the twins could possibly have neglected Josette like they had, and realized that it is always harder to see your own faults than it is others. "Stacy, will you promise to tell me if you need something that I'm not providing, tell me if I'm not taking care of you properly?"
"Oh baby," she said, a shiver running through her body as my hands twiddled her nipples as she rode me, "you are phenomenal."
And then my sister going down on Josette. Ellen never having been with a woman, Josette never having been with a woman, and Stacy and Carrie trying to give her an orgasm by sucking her nipples. "Do you think she really might have cum just from her nipples being sucked?" I asked. I didn't have to explain that I was thinking of Josette.
"Ummm, God I've always dreamed of something like that."
"You have? Do you think you could?"
"No." She leaned back, thrusting her breasts forward into my hands. "I don't think it would work with me. I love it when you play with my nipples, it turns me on something fierce, but it's not
that
intense for me. I'm pretty sure Josette could though. She was twisting and squirming just before Ellen went down on her." She giggled. "And Ellen said she was sure when I put sun lotion on her that if I'd fingered her, she would have come."
"Fuck," I said, raising my hips and cock into my cousin.
"That turns you on?" She asked, leaning forward, and pivoting her pussy up and down on my cock. It was a familiar position, I could tell she was getting close to orgasm, as was I. "Thinking of your sister with Josette?"
"No.... making Josette cum with just her nipples... or you fingering her." I couldn't say that the thought of my sister naked and going down on a woman wasn't arousing, but it was the thought of Josette writhing beneath Carrie and Stacy, her hands imagined on the back of their heads holding them to her breasts, that had triggered my imagination.
"Oh Fuck! I'm going to cum," Stacy said. Shuddering and quivering, seconds later her pussy clamped against my cock. I relinquished my twiddling of her nipples with my left hand and reached down, finding her clit with my thumb, and increasing her pleasure. Seconds later she began thrusting on me in earnest, attempting to give me release, and shortly after I came inside her.
"Do you suppose that would be called a nipplegasm?" Stacy asked a while later as we were once again cuddled together.
"Sucking them to orgasm?" I stated, confirming what she was thinking.
"Maybe someday we should give it a try? See if we can't get her off?" I did not respond, just continued to hold her close.
I had only ever barely met Josette, when they'd arrived to pick up Stacy, and again a few days later when they dropped her off, but had never gotten any kind of mutual attraction vibe from her. Sure, she was very attractive, although a bit skinny for my tastes, but that did not mean I had any desire to bed the woman. My thoughts drifted back to Carrie, and Stacy offering to share me with Carrie, to let me, or have me, fuck Carrie even before I met her.
"You would want me... you'd want us, to try and get her off together?"
"You wouldn't want to?"
"That's not what I asked," I answered. "You said maybe someday we could try and get her off together by sucking her nipples? You'd want me to join you?" I had no problem imagining that perhaps Stacy would be interested in playing with Josette, any more than I no longer had any problem seeing her, or us, playing with Carrie.
"More like, maybe I could join you when you're fucking her?"
"What are you talking about?" I asked, rolling my head over to look at Stacy. "You're thinking I'm going to fuck a woman that I don't even know?"
"Of course, you are. She's my BFF too." She giggled and continued, "She was a bit miffed that we'd gone to Mexico and taken Carrie with us and hadn't even told her. We've shared everything together for years."
I just laid there thinking for a moment, extrapolating what she was saying. If they shared everything, and she wanted to share me with Josette, and already had with Carrie, and they were obviously healthy hetero or bisexuals, eventually the two of them were likely to hook up with someone else. If Stacy wanted to share me with her BFF's, did that mean that she also wanted them to share with her?
"I, um... Someday they're likely to hook up with someone of their own... so are you saying... um..." I didn't finish the words; the thought was easily understood by Stacy. We were getting quite good at that, following what each other was thinking, finishing each other's sentences, answering before the sentence was complete.
"That I want them to share their hubby with me too?" Her head shook no on my shoulder. "Not at all. I'm not interested, I've got all I want with you. I don't want any other man."
"Oh." I mulled this over in my mind, coming up with another discrepancy. "Is that why you didn't suck that stripper when he offered?"
"Yeah. I wasn't interested."
"No thoughts of your last time as a single woman letting your hair out and going wild and fuck someone else?"
"Nah. Not me. It was fun to watch the two of them fuck, but I did not want to suck or fuck him. Besides, if I had wanted to do that, the guy that was hitting on me that first night I would have liked better. More my type."
"Guy? The first night?" she'd shifted into something she hadn't told me before. "What was that?"
"We went to Costas nightclub, and there was this one guy that was hitting on my pretty hard, but I didn't let him get carried away too much."
"Too much?" I picked up on that without knowing what it meant.
"What, is my hubby-to-be jealous?" she giggled, wrapping her arm over my chest.
"No, just that you said "too much" which implies that
something
happened. I just wondered what."
"He felt me up."
"Oh?" I said, not really asking for more details but giving the opportunity.
"Yeah. We danced quite a bit. At first when he was behind me, he put his hands on my hips. Later when he was in front, he pulled me against him with his hands on my bottom. Later we had a slow dance, and he had my hand in his, held between us and he pushed our hands against my breast and was rubbing my nipple with his thumb. That's when I broke it off. I just told him it had been fun, but that was as far as it was going, and I started dancing with others. It wasn't but a few minutes later that we left. Ellen wanted to know why I didn't let him take me home."
"My sister?" I said, shocked again. "Why that little..." I didn't finish.
