“Wake up Kelly,” Joe’s large hand massaged my tits.
“What?” Why was he waking me up? It was dark outside.
“Why don’t you grab a shower? The guys are going to be here soon.”
When I didn’t move, thick fingers pinched my clit.
“I don’t know if I’m up to it.” Just the thought of fucking all four of them again made my eyes want to close while sleep raped me.
“We’re not fucking,” Joe pinched again, then eased the sting with a kiss. “We’re playing poker.”
I tried to roll over and go back to sleep. “I don’t gamble.”
“You’ll be my good luck charm,” he kept me from rolling over and licked my clit.
I spread my legs. He leisurely licked several more times. I was just starting to thrust into his face when he backed off and rolled from bed.
“Hey!” I was wide awake and ready for more.
“Hey yourself,” he wasn’t even hard.
I didn’t have time to decide if I liked that or not because he threw a bottle of lotion at me. It landed with a thud on the bed.
I looked toward him expectantly. “What’s this?”
“Just rub it all over your skin after the shower.”
“It rubs the lotion on its skin,” I worked my best “Silence of the Lambs” voice, opened the top and sniffed. “Vanilla? Since when do you like me to smell like Martha Stewart’s kitchen?”
Joe rolled his eyes. “Woman just do it.”
I sat up and spread my legs wide, my pussy open to his gaze. “You sure you don’t want to finish what you started?”
Joe licked his lips. “Oh I plan on it sweetheart, just not right now.”
“Your loss,” I tossed the lotion into the air, caught it, and rolled off the side of the bed. “Guess the shower head will be getting a little action.”
“Kelly.”
I stopped mid-stride and looked at Joe. “Save it for later, okay? It’ll be worth your while.”
Joe was asking me not to masturbate? Um, ok. “Better be.”
I headed into the bathroom to shower sans masturbation, then applied the vanilla lotion liberally to “its skin.”
When I came out of the bathroom, hair still wet, Robert, Mark, Steve and Joe were perched around the small table in our room butt naked, a deck of cards between them.
They ignored me and stared at the deck like it was going to get up and dance. At Joe’s nod they each pulled a card from the deck and laid it on the table.
Joe smiled at Mark. “Damn, your luck holds true bro.”
Mark cocked a brow. “Don’t suppose you rectified what we discussed earlier?”
What they discussed earlier was me, and bringing me “in”, and information I didn’t know and wasn’t exactly sure I wanted to know.
Joe shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. Shouldn’t come up.”
“Easy for you to say,” Mark unconsciously rubbed his balls.
They all laughed at some private joke.
I did not like being ignored or being an outsider caught in an unfamiliar web.
I smelled like vanilla and wondered if maybe I wasn’t so far off with my Silence of the Lambs analogy.
I snorted at my own foolishness. If Joe wanted to hurt me, there were far more heinous ways, and far better opportunities.
Mark stood and came to me. “Wanna go for a walk?”
My eyes narrowed. “Was that what the draw was about? Who’d be stuck with me tonight?”
Mark wasn’t as tall as I thought the first time I saw him. At five feet 8 inches, he was only a touch taller than me. His curly blondish brown hair brushed the top of his shoulders, and matched the thatch surrounding his not long, but fat cock. His eyes were green, his nose a bit too narrow for my tastes.
Yeah, pretty much the only way I’d ever fuck Mark was in a gang bang.
“Wanna go get something to eat?” He offered his well toned arm.
I looked at Joe who was dealing cards. He met my eyes and gave me a quick nod.
Ok.
“Sure,” I put my arm on Mark’s and let him lead me from the room.
“You smell great,” he led me around the pool. “Vanilla is my favorite scent on a woman.”
Ah ha, the entire night was definitely a set up. But for who? I thought about going back and giving Joe hell, but what was the point?
Besides, my normally un-curious nature was sleeping and curiosity was running amok.
The Windover Resort and Spa sits on the stone wall of a large man-made lake. The nudist part of the spa is located in the rear, and furthest from the water. Mark helped me into a golf cart and drove the cart to a small lake side bar.
The bar was fashioned after actual sea side taverns. The windows were little more than large holes in rough timbered walls, with boarded shingles thrown open, or being held aloft with a stick, all facing the lake.
The floor was rough hewn boards with gritty sand etched into the crevices. The humid smell of the lake, food, soot from the candles, and whisper of sex in the air soothed me.
Mark directed me toward a small table in the corner.
I felt the eyes of several men in the bar upon my naked flesh. It was thrilling and yes, a bit naughty. It made me feel powerful.
I wanted to show my appreciation in some small way, but when you’re already naked it’s hard to flash a tit, an ass check, or even a slit. So I flashed the only thing not already out on the visual buffet, my smile.
We sat down at the table and ordered margaritas.
Mark didn’t try to touch me in any overtly sexual way.
I wasn’t sure whether to be offended or not.
We listened to a slow rhythm and blues band as we sipped our drinks.
Alcohol goes straight to my head, so by the end of my first drink I was loosening up.
If my guy meter wasn’t entirely off, so was Mark.
“You have nice tits,” he blurted, then actually blushed. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
I jiggled them for him. “Double D’s.”
He lifted a brow. “Real?”
“Of course.”
“Damn,” he motioned to the bar tender for two more drinks.
We listened to the band in silence until the second drinks, umbrellas askance, were consumed.
“How’d you meet Joe?”
“In class,” I shrugged. “Are you supposed to keep me occupied or something?”
Mark laughed. “No. They’ll be playing poker all night. I just figured you’d rather do something else. I hate poker.”
Uh-huh. And I was born yesterday.
I leaned forward. “Me too.” I looked directly in his cat green eyes. “What I can’t figure out is why they come to a nudist spa to play poker. We could all be fucking right now.”
That wasn’t exactly true. While I enjoyed myself earlier, I wasn’t sure I wanted a repeat, ‘been there done’ that kinda thing. At least that’s what I told myself.
Mark looked down at his hands. “We don’t see each other a lot. They like poker as much as sex.”
Bullshit.
I lifted my empty glass toward the bartender, a tall thin man with black hair, an eagle tattoo on his neck, and nothing but little red shorts covering his assets.
He winked and within moments two more glasses sat before us, along with a huge bowl of nachos and cheese. He leaned down and pressed his wiry arms against the side of my breast while reaching for the empties.
His nostrils flared and he inhaled.
The vanilla lotion no doubt.
“He wants you,” Mark delicately nibbled the nachos after the bartender left. Despite the amount of alcohol we consumed, he still seemed a little tense.
I was feeling no pain, and eating ravenously. I didn’t realize until I smelled the hot melted cheese, that the last meal I enjoyed was a quick bagel before catching our flight.
“I’m with Joe,” I shoved more of the nachos into my mouth.
Mark stopped, cheese dripping nacho half way to his mouth. “Joe doesn’t care.”
Was he telling me or warning me?
I stopped chewing, cheeks full, and tried to talk around the food in my mouth. I held up a finger.
Mark sipped his drink and studied me.
I chased the swallow of nachos with half the glass of margarita. “Joe and I aren’t exclusive.” I cleared my throat. “Obviously.”
“They why the comment?” Mark pushed another nacho into his mouth. His tone of voice was bored, but his body was tense, as if my answer carried a lot of weight.
“I think there is plenty on my dance card right now.”
Mark’s eyes followed the waiter. I followed Mark’s eyes.
“You don’t have to keep me company Mark. If you think he swings your way, go for it.”
Mark drained his glass and forced his eyes back on me. “Joe wouldn’t like it.”
“Joe wouldn’t like it? You’re kidding me right?”
I protested but on some level was very glad he didn’t deny being bisexual. “I fuck who I want, and so does he by the way. Why shouldn’t you do the same?”
Mark held up his empty and looked into my eyes. “That’s not how we work Alex.”
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it wasn’t. Who knows, but my tongue went off into an orbit all its own.
“I knew it! You guys are some kinky sex club aren’t you?”
Mark was flabbergasted.
“Ah come on,” I leaned forward my tits resting on forearms.
The bartender placed two more drinks on the table, and squatted down to face level.
“My name is Mike. I get off in forty minutes. Do you two want company?”
I looked down at Mike’s thin wiry chest, ran a finger over one hard nipple, gave a little tug on the nipple ring, and looked at Mark. “I think that’d be great sweetie.”
He reached under the table. I felt his warm palm on my thigh. Mark was getting the same treatment because he jumped in shock. I knew if I looked under the table right then, his fat cock would be standing up and taking notice.
Mike gave a friendly squeeze. “Forty minutes then.” He picked up our empties and headed back to the bar.
“Joe will be pissed,” Mark sipped.
“And I should care why?” I wasn’t really attracted to Mike or Mark individually, but they were into each other, and that was spiking my libido. “He drags me cross country to fuck his friends, then plays poker while I do what? Hell he wouldn’t even let me masturbate in the shower earlier!”
I was suddenly over offended for myself.
Mark chuckled. “He is a bossy prick. Gets it from his dad.”
I took a deep drink.
“You better slow down girl.”
“Fuck that. Tell me about your kinky sex club,” I said.
Mark laughed and it wasn’t an entirely masculine sound. Put a pair of tits on him and I might be having dinner with a girl friend.
“No way girl. And what’s up with you and the twenty questions? Joe told me you don’t ask personal questions.”
His eyes followed Mike as he spoke.
I lifted my glass. “Here’s to liquid curiosity.”
His brow furrowed. “You mean liquid courage?”
I shook my head. “Nope, I mean liquid curiosity. Sober, I don’t give a fuck.”
The femininity of Mark’s laugh grew in direct proportion to the amount of alcohol he consumed. “I like you Kelly.”
“Let’s make a deal, kay?” I was starting to slur, just a little. “You tell me all about it and I’ll just watch when you and Mike the Bartender are fucking like rabbits later.”
Something wary moved behind his eyes. “What makes you think I want to fuck him?”
“Oh come on!” I let my arm fall on the table. So much for being openly bi. “I was there when you were sticking Steve’s cock in your mouth.”
Mark drained his drink and looked around at the other tables. “Yeah, wasn’t supposed to do that your first time.”
“Why not?” I slurred. “Joe told me your bi.”
Mark’s eyes flashed. “He did?”
“Yup,” I lifted my cup, but it was strangely empty. I frowned and stared into the bottom of it. “Said they let you suck them off, but no fucky fucky.”
“That bastard,” Mark slammed his glass down.
I stared at his empty glass and wondered how we ended up in such a predicament. Empty glasses? At a bar? What was the world coming too? “Told yer secret did he?”
Mark scowled.
I lifted my hands in front of me. “Hey, hey. Don’t get mad. I don’t care one way,” I sighed. “Another.”
“Ok, I’m in. I’ll tell you what ya wanna know.” Mark held his empty glass aloft.
It reminded me to do the same. I lifted mine far above my head, but it wouldn’t stop waving.
Mike plucked the glasses from our hands. “Slow down beautiful,” he placed another drink in front of me. He looked at Mark. “You still game if she is too?”
I cut him off. “Go away Mike. I’m fine, fine I tell ya!”
Mark laughed, his eyes met mine before returning to Mike. “Oh yes.”
Mike winked at Mark, then left us.
“So what do you want to know?” Mark asked as I drank.
The band’s bass guitar vibrated in my chest.
I sipped. “Everything.”
“It’s complicated but I can tell you that yes, we are a sort of sex club. We find women who will fit our,” he sipped, became pensive. “Our particular needs. Once we each have found our female, we all will marry.”
“Then what?”
“Then,” Mark smiled. “Our families share.”
“Ew,” I couldn’t get the word family pushed out from where it lodged in my head. “Like the WHOLE family?”
Mark rolled his eyes. “No. The five of us, there is a fifth, Garrett, you haven’t met yet. Anyway, the five of us wed and then, well I guess you could call it swinging, but it’s more complicated than that.”
“Really?” I put my drink down. I was drunk. No doubt about it. The horizon would not stand still and I couldn’t feel my ass.
“Really.” Mark said.
“How nice for you all,” I slurred, the undertones clear.
“It’s not like that. It’s not a male run thing. Our women are free to fuck any of us they choose.”
I snorted and tried to ignore the swaying horizon. “Must make it confusing when it comes times to pop out the next generation.”
Mark shrugged. “Not really. Once a woman decides to be pregnant, she can pick the father, or leave it to chance. The child is reared as the married couple’s own.”
A question was tickling my brain, wanting access to the little bit of sobriety buried there. I concentrated and finally it came to fruition. “Are you saying if you get married, you will not care that your wife is carrying another man’s kid?”
Mark shrugged. “I’m engaged right now Kelly. I can tell you without a doubt, the first child she produces will not be mine.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because she is in love with another member of the group and wants to have his children.”
“Get the fuck outta here.” I breathed, appalled and fascinated in only the way an inebriated brain can be. “Why doesn’t he marry her? Does he already have a wife?”
Mark shook his head and sipped the drink. “No. We wait until all the members find a female, get engaged, then we marry in a joint ceremony. He’s not married.”
“So why aren’t they engaged?”
Mark sat back in his seat, his hairy legs rubbing mine. “How much of this will you remember tomorrow.”
“Probably none,” I lied.
“Love is discouraged. What I am not getting into here in depth is the business side of the arrangement. Our families are all in business together. Love can lead to hate, which leads to divorce. Divorce is bad for business. So we find women we are sexually compatible with, women who have personal attributes beneficial to the business, introduce her to the group, see how it goes from there.”
I screwed up my face. Even drunk, that sounded fucked up.
“Don’t make faces Kelly. It’s not all as cold as it sounds. For instance, we five have made a game of finding not only the woman I described a second ago for ourselves, but for the extra challenge we decided to add on one more little qualification.”
“Which is?” I snorted.
“We try to find a wife who can make one of the others fall in love with her. That way we all fit. Joe picked you because he believes you fit all our criteria. He has someone in the group in mind for you, a love match if you will.”
“But not Joe, right? Never Joe.”
“Against the rules so to speak,” he took a deep drink as if to finish the conversation.
Like I was going to let that happen. “Rules? Who makes these so called rules?”
He sighed and looked around for Mike.
“I’m waiting.”
“We’re fifth generation,” Mark stretched. “So I guess our great great great grandparents.”
I shook my head because things were getting fairly cottony in there. “Let me get this straight. Your group of friends is actually fifth generation sex clubbers? You find a mate, one you don’t love but think one of your friends will, bring her into the group, if it works out, get engaged, then when you’re all engaged, you all get married? After that, you fuck each other’s wives and even have children from these couplings?”
Mark smiled. “You’re not as drunk as I thought.”
“So what do you do when your wife is pregnant by another man?”
“We raise the child as our own.”
Wow. Just. Wow.
My mind was ticking off all types of scenarios.
“That means you really are brothers, at least a few of you statistically speaking.”
Mark nodded. “Sometimes you can tell right off from physical attributes who beget who. But yeah, we’re all brothers. We know who our biological mom is of course, but not our dad.”
“Holy shit. And your parents did this? Are ok with this?”
Mark laughed. “Yes, and still do.”
“But not with…” I couldn’t say it.
“No!” Mark looked revolted. “Hell no. We stick to our age appropriate group. Each generation swings in its OWN group.”
“What about sisters? You’ve only talked about the guys.”
“Our sisters are not in the circle. They marry and move away.”
“Freaky,” I laughed, sure there was more to that little nugget but not sober enough to pursue it. “How many of you are engaged?”
“Three of us,” Mark said.
“And the women don’t mind waiting?”
He shook his head. “We pick a certain type of woman Kelly. They are well educated, self-contained if you will. Plus, they aren’t trapped in a monogamous relationship with one fiancé’. They can fuck any of us. But just us. No outsiders.”
I snorted, half disgusted, half intrigued. “Lucky sluts.”
Mark smiled. “Wanna be a lucky slut Alex?”
I slapped his arm. “You already have a fiancé.”
He reached across the table and caressed my breast, running his thumb back and forth across the nipple. He gave my nipple a tug which echoed all the way to my toes.
“Joe doesn’t.”
Two words. Two tiny words and I felt as sober as when we started. “Joe doesn’t love,” I stopped myself. Of course he didn’t love me. Love wasn’t a requirement. Sexual compatibility was.
“Are you saying?”
Mark’s finger traced my collar bone. “I don’t know for sure. But we aren’t supposed to introduce a female into the group sexually unless she is a serious candidate.”
More rules. How quaint.
“I’m not marrying Joe,” I was pretty sure about that, tequila or no.
“Why?” Mark asked.
I lifted a finger. “He didn’t ask,” I lifted a second finger. “This is all too fucking weird,” I lifted a third finger. “I don’t fuck women. Say what you will, but I know how much you guys like to fuck in a group, I have the sore muscles to prove it. Don’t see how fucking the other wives could be avoided in an orgy type scenario.”
Mark rolled his eyes. “You assume a lot Kelly. The women don’t fuck each other. At least I don’t think they do. There are no rules against it…” He paused in consideration, shook his head, then continued. “Yes we have sex with them, but they don’t have sex with each other.”
I snorted. “Yeah right. You sound so sure.”
Mark stood, his penis semi-hard. He sat in the chair next to me and began rubbing the back of my neck with his left hand, while his right fell to my lap, resting against my mons. He leaned into my ear. “Believe it or don’t, hell I can’t be one hundred percent sure. I sure as hell wouldn’t mind watching the women together. But remember this,” He licked his long index finger, placed it on my slit, pushed through to the clit, and made slow lubricated rotations.
I spread my legs to give him better access. So he didn’t physically turn me on, I’d only fuck him in a gang bang, yadda yadda yadda.
Tell it to the drunken clit.
“No one would ever force you to fuck another woman.”
Mike chose that moment to come over to the table with a large bowl of ice cream and two spoons. He stood above Mark, eyes following Mark’s finger. I leaned my head back and let little jolts of pleasure ripple up my womb to my breasts.
I watched as Mike’s red shorts began to tent. He pushed into Mark’s back, just a little, to let Mark know he liked what was happening. “Save me some,” he said before returning to the other customers.
Mark looked me in the eye. “I’m supposed to stay out with you until dawn.”
Ah ha! I knew it! “Why?”
“Each man is allowed an entire night with a new female. We all have little tests she has to pass. If we don’t think she’ll be a good addition to the group, we tell the others when we meet to discuss it. If even one of us dislikes her, she’s out.”
Mark slid his finger into my pussy. I moaned and tried not to gyrate on his hand. He pressed until he found my g-spot, then began the slow torturing of my clit with his thumb.
“So we were supposed to fuck all night?”
He shrugged and added a finger.
My cunt grasped them both. I leaned forward, took a spoon full of ice cream and brought it to his lips.
He took it in one bite. “Fuck, talk, anything we want.”
Heat flooded my pussy when he added a third finger. To anyone looking from behind us, it appeared we were sitting close and I was receiving a neck massage from my very attentive date.
I brought another spoon of cream to his lips and moaned as ripple after ripple sang through my body from my clit.
I wanted to stand up, face him, and sit down on his cock. But he wasn’t even close to being hard enough.
Seems he wasn’t necessarily overly attracted to me either.
“You don’t want me,” his cock was the testament. “Not really.”
He nuzzled my neck. “It’s not a matter of wanting. If you say so, we go at it all night.”
“What if I say you go at it all night with Mikey over there?” I motioned toward Mike with my chin.
Mark gave me a huge smile and increased the rotation on my clit. I gasped and reached for the ice cream. The combination of alcohol and clitoral stimulation played havoc on my depth perception. I missed the table entirely. The spoon clattered on the floor.
We both ignored it.
“Joe won’t be pissed?” I couldn’t help but grind on his hand. My juices were leaking out onto his fingers.
Mark bristled. “Considering the man brought you here to be gang banged and didn't even bother to tell you the details, you should be happy to piss him off.”
Joe was never angry around me. I wondered what a man his size might do in a fit of rage. I thought about his large hands, his big cock, with anger behind them. My pussy twitched.
A knowing gleam came into Mark’s eyes. I licked my lips.
“Here, let me get that for you,” Mike was bending under the table to retrieve the spoon before either of us knew he was there.
Mark smiled and pumped his fingers in and out of me slowly.
I spread my legs as wide as possible. Mark caught my moan in his mouth.
I didn’t have time to protest when he pulled his fingers away from me because Mike’s mouth replaced them on my clit.
His tongue lapped up all the juice Mark drew from me, and then he gently started sucking the head of my clit. I laid back against Mark’s left arm and wrapped my legs around Mike’s head. No one could see him under the table, but us, with the wall at his back.
I ground against his face, an orgasm rushing up.
Mark bent his head to my tits and bit my nipples just hard enough to make me cry out.
“Shhhh,” he whispered and caught the next gasp in his mouth. His tongue plundered my mouth while Mike’s tongue plundered my pussy.
Mike stuck at least four fingers inside my pussy, and two in my ass, never taking the suction from my clit.
The sensation of those two mouths, and doing it in public where anyone might see, sent me well over the edge.
I screamed into Mark’s mouth as wave after wave of electric orgasm bounced from my pussy walls to my tits and back to Mike’s mouth.
Mike was adamant about ringing every last convulsion from my twat. He continued sucking and licking long after the last fit of orgasm washed over me and he removed his magical fingers.
When I became aware of my surroundings again I looked at Mark whose face was strained.
I looked down at his lap and saw Mike’s hand wrapped around Mark’s fat fully erect cock, rubbing slowly.
Mike placed a gentle kiss on my clit then moved slowly toward Mark’s dick licking his lips, the intention clear.
Mark put a fist over Mike’s hand and with great effort said, “Later man. Later.”
“You sure?” Mike practically purred.
“When you suck my cock,” Mark whispered. “I want to be free to shove it in your throat.”
Mike gave the head a little lick. “Can’t wait.”
He crawled back out from under the table, erection obvious to anyone who cared to look, and spoon in hand.
“Done with the ice cream?” He fell right back into bartender role.
“Done with that cream,” the promise in Mark’s voice reverberated down my spine.
When Mike winked and walked away I found my voice. “I don’t care what Joe says you can or can’t do. We fucked already, so as far as I’m concerned you met your obligation. You and Mike, have at it.”
Mark’s face lit up like he won the lottery. “Joe can’t know about Mike.”
I held up my hand. “I know, I know, the rules. But that makes it kinda unfair to you doesn’t it? They let you suck them off? Oh how generous of them! What about your needs?”
Mark’s whole demeanor softened. The underlying tension I felt all evening left him in a wave. I half expected him to splash into a puddle on the floor. He took my hands. “Alex, thank you. Thank you for seeing to the heart of the matter. Don’t worry I will be safe. I won’t bring anything home to the family.”
I shrugged. Like I cared?
“Don’t get me wrong,” he squeezed my hands. “I love to fuck women. But, I rarely get the opportunity to indulge the other side of my sexuality to a mutually beneficial conclusion.”
Mike came over to the table. “My replacement came early. You want to leave now?”
I stood, swayed, whether from the orgasm, the alcohol, or both I don’t know.
Mike put a wiry arm around my waist. “My place is two doors down, literally.”
Mike’s erection pressed against the small seam in his shorts. He held his hand out to Mark.
Mark didn’t hesitate; he took Mike’s hand and stood.
Mike looked down at Mark’s erection and licked his lips. “Hope you can go a while lover, I am horny as hell.”
Mark laughed. “Don’t worry about me.”
We walked down to the sandy man made beach leading to Mike’s place. His apartment was a lot like our room by the pool except it sported a kitchenette and a small bedroom off the main living area.
After assuring the two I was content to sleep on the couch, they adjourned to the bedroom. I was so tired, even the moans coming from the bedroom did little to stir my passion before sleep claimed me.
The next morning when we headed back toward our golf cart still parked at the bar, I couldn’t help but notice Mark’s wide satisfied smile.
“How was I last night?”
Mark slung an arm across my shoulders. “You were fucking amazing. So good in fact, you and I may occasionally need to return to this area to rehash the glorious night.”
Mark was talking like I was already part of the group. Two things wrong with that.
One. I wasn’t.
Two. I didn’t ever plan on being part of it.
They were all seriously fucked up.
But that particular story is for the cumming memoirs.
