I have a Jacuzzi at home and I'm on the phone sexing it up with you while the jets play on my cunt and ass. I tell you how much I wish it was big enough for us both and this lends itself to a new round of sexy talk in which we share our fantasies about the large model Jacuzzi at the health club we both use. We both admit to having had fantasies about that tub as well as our mutual frustration about being able to share it without getting found out.

"I have an idea," you tell me.

"Tell me."

"No," you tease, "I'd rather follow through on my idea and then excite you with it. In the meantime you can let your fantasies run wild."

I'm dying to find out what you have planned, but I agree to play by the frustrating rules of the game. You were right. My mind is already exploring all kinds of delicious fantasies.

The next night, you tell me that George, who manages the facility is a friend of yours and that he owes you a favor. He'll leave you the key to the place so that we can use it in privacy after the club closes.

So here we are in the parking lot of the center and we're watching the last few members walking out the door. It is past midnight, and the windows of my Miata are steaming up as we fondle away the time. Your hand is inching up from my knee, past the hem of my skirt, and as I spread my knees as much as I can in this constricted space, your fingers curl up past the edge of my skin-tight silk panties. You graze over my sparse cunt hair, tickling me. When your fingertips slide down into the wet slice of my cunt, I am frustrated by not having room to spread my legs wide open to your touch.

But it doesn't matter, since now you're pulling your hand away and direct my attention to the big glass front doors of the fitness center. George is flipping off the light switches, gradually darkening the building. He exits through the doors, setting the locks, and strides down the sidewalk to his car, waving once in our direction and winking knowingly. After a few moments of last second indecision, we pry our cramped bodies. You quickly unlock the doors and then re-lock them after we are inside.

Not a word passes between us. Something about the stealth of this whole activity makes for a spooky and hushed mood. Once we round the corner of the hallway and are out of sight of the driveway, we each light one of the candles that we've brought along for atmosphere, and we head down the stairs to the Jacuzzi room. I grip your hand tightly to help ward away the gnawing fear in my stomach that comes from doing something taboo.

And it's making me edgy but it's making me horny, too. Our mutual teasing in the car lit my fuse. To be honest, I have been somewhat aroused all day since you called me this morning to tell me that we could use the Jacuzzi by ourselves tonight. I had to use great self-discipline to keep from reaching down under my desk at work to give myself a quick little orgasm, but I could feel the moisture in my crotch all afternoon and evening, and after many hours of being a little high on the anticipation, I know this from the fact that I've touched my pussy from time to time all day. Since your call my clitoris has puffed up and pushed out from the lips of my cunt, so that I can feel it rubbing against the silk of my panties as I walk. My concrete-hard nipples have jutted out through the filmy material of my bra; I know they're visible to anyone who looks ... and many guys (and some women) have looked. So, yeah, I have been stimulated all day, and now I'm experiencing skittish edge that comes from a dash of fear and a heaping serving of arousal. I don't use the word "horny" to describe myself very often; I suppose that it sounds somewhat crude to me. But that is exactly what I'm feeling -- scared and horny. I know that I the combination of the two will whip me into a frenzy of lustiness. I can hardly catch my breath.

As we get to the door to the Jacuzzi room, my palms are sweaty with that mixture of lusty feelings; I can't take it anymore. I pull you around and press the entire length of my body up against yours, pushing you against the door. I spread our hands out straight to either side of the door, and we grip the candles together. I kiss you hard, mashing my lips against yours almost violently, stabbing my tongue deep into your mouth where it encounters your own. I savor the taste of your flesh. For the moment, I am the aggressor; I rub my breasts into your chest, frantically unbuttoning your shirt and pulling it to the side. Continuing lower, I let my nipples, which are encased in my filmy bra and blouse drag over the coarser material of your shirt and jeans. It makes my nipples ache. Lowering myself to my knees so that my head is even with your crotch, I kiss at the elongated hump hiding behind your pants. The cock hump extends at an angle from the base of your fly down along your right thigh and I realize that you must not be wearing underwear. I press my lips to the end of your cock and force moist, hot breath through the denim and onto your sensitive cock. I can feel your cock jerk, becoming harder, and it strains to pull upwards, but it is held in place by your tight jeans and by my mouth. The denim is now soaking wet in the area that I am kissing, and it is not only my hot breath that is making the moisture. You are dripping precum. I lick your jeans and can taste the salty liquid. Mmmm, that is so good, so sexy.

I can't wait any longer. I've frustrated myself enough. Leaving both candles in your hands, I reach up to unbutton your jeans, and then yank down the zipper. I am in a hurry now, and I pull down your pants to your ankles all at once. Your cock is released from its constraints and forcefully flips upwards against my chin, and then bounces up to the side of my face. Pulling back, I kiss the tip of your cock once, drawing in a string of clear fluid, and then I fasten my lips around the taut head and suck in hard, literally pulling my lips down the long shaft. Bit by bit, I slide my mouth down your thick column of flesh. My tongue and lips explore the bumps and ridges of veins and my gaze rises smokily up over your hard stomach, your hairy chest, your tiny erect nipples, and then all the way up to your face. You have removed your shirt. My eyes lock onto yours as my suction pulls my lips suction their way all the way down to the base of your cock. My nose is nestled into your groin, and as I release my suction to get a breath of air, I breathe in the exciting, musky scent. As strong as the odor of chlorine usually is in the enclosed room, I am only cognizant of the smell of you ... of us.

The head of your cock rests all the way at the back of my throat. I bring up one hand to cup and fondle your balls and my fingertips prod rhythmically at the root of your cock, in the area between your balls and your asshole. Your entire cock throbs and dances in the hot cavern of my mouth, and the tip of my tongue curls up to massage the tube-like ridge running along the bottom of your cock. I can tell from the dreamy look in your eyes that you really like what I'm doing. Perhaps too much, I realize, since we haven't even fully opened the door to the Jacuzzi yet.

But what the hell! I know that you are good for more than one load of semen tonight. You must have been aroused all day like I was, so, instead of pulling my mouth off of your cock so that we can go enjoy the Jacuzzi, I clamp down harder and jam you cock down deeper into my throat. I then start to snap my neck forwards and back, so that I am truly fucking your cock with my mouth (or are you fucking my face?) Each time I pull back to your head, I let my tongue slurp in a circle around the crown, and poke lightly into your pisshole. Then wetly back down to the base again, with an increasingly rapid tempo. I slip one of my feet around so that I can rest my weight on it, and it immediately presses up through the material of my skirt and I can feel the pressure of my Achilles tendon on my cunt as my pistoning on your cock causes my crotch to rock back and forth. It's not enough to let me reach a climax, but it brings me to an even higher level of arousal. I thought I was horny before! Now I have your hard long cock fucking deep into my sucking mouth, and I am juggling your balls in my palm as I toy with that sensitive spot near your asshole. My heel is driving into my cunt, squashing my labia and my bulging clitoris into the soaking wet silk. I am hot as can be, sweating with exertion and lust. Oh, it feels so good, and I can see that it feels great for you too. Looking into your face, I can see that your eyes are now unable to focus, and then they clamp shut and your face becomes twisted. You are panting quickly, and sharp, high-pitched moans escape from between your lips.

For my part, I speed up my pistoning even more, so that my hair is flipping around my cheeks and onto your thighs. Just as I anticipate your orgasm is truly arriving, I draw back my head a few inches from your cock, and bring both of my hands up to jack your shaft. The copious saliva that I have left behind mixes with more of your precum, making for a wonderful, gooey lubrication, and I squeeze hard with both hands. Your cock is so hard and long that even using both hands, I am only able to cover half of the wet skin.

Propelled my the vigorous milking of my hands, the first jet of your cream shoots out from the tip of your cock, and traverses the gap, splattering over my outstretched tongue. When I close my mouth to savor and swallow your come, the next two jets land hotly on my nose and chin. I crane forward and rub my face into your still throbbing and drooling cock. The slimy mix of greasy come and saliva is swabbed all over my face, and I kiss and lick at your cock to clean off the salty and tangy mix. Gradually your cock loses its hardness, and your knees buckle. You slide down the wall and end up sitting on the floor. I stand up and tell you to pull out of your reverie or I'll go home and enjoy my own Jacuzzi by myself. But we both know that this is an idle threat.

With that, I gently push your soft body out of the way and open the door to the tub room. It is almost pitch black in there, with only the light of the candles shining indirectly through the small window in the door. Plucking up my courage, I enter the room and let the automatic door close behind me. It only takes me thirty seconds to pull off all of my clothes, finally peeling the wet crotch of my panties out from between the swollen lips of my labia. I try to get into the Jacuzzi quickly, but when I am standing in the middle of the tub, the water is so hot that I have to stop for a few seconds to rebuild my determination. Then I let my leg muscles go soft, and my body drops quickly the rest of the way into the steaming water. I push myself over to the side and manipulate the controls, starting up the bubbles and jets. A couple of red lights come on under the surface, creating even more of an erotic mood. I'd never paid much attention to those lights before, since the bright overhead fluorescents have always been on when we'd been in this tub before.

I position myself on one of the underwater benches so that a jet is aimed up into my cunt. I have to force myself not to inch closer and closer to this surge of pleasure-giving water. But I still trust that you will be joining me in the tub, so I hold back. Still, I spread my legs wide, hooking one foot up and over the edge of the tub. The pulsing jet washes over my cunt, and my trimmed cunt hair and my labia waft around in the current. God, I've been mentally and indirectly stimulated for more than twelve hours, and now I am finally having some direct stimulation, no matter that I am keeping it mild. But it feels so good. I wonder how long I could stand being at this level of excitement. What if I was constrained from moving, so that this limited plateau of pleasure just went on indefinitely?

While I am thinking about that, the door opens, and in you come. You are much as I left you, standing there with your pants down around your ankles and your shirt pulled open to reveal your chest. Your cock is still limp, glistening wetly in the red light. As I watch, I see a final dollop of your come ooze out of the tip and ever-so-slowly stretch out and falls to the floor, leaving a pearly white string that connects back up to your cock. Within seconds, the string breaks.

I need your cock, but it is too soft right now to be useful to me. I need to encourage you, to bring it back to life. I ask you to take off the rest of your clothes, and then to stand on the floor next to where my foot is hooked over the edge of the tub. When you are there, I let my hips arch upward and away from the warm and welcome jet of water. My mons rises like Venus rising from the ocean, so that it is just barely out of the water. Reaching under my rear, I re-aim the jet to point upwards more. Now it is directed at my asshole. My cheeks involuntarily clench tightly closed, but I gradually let the tension ebb out of the muscles, and the jet of water is able to play right onto and even into my ass. Doing this is wonderfully kinky and I file that randy thought away for future use.

I let my fingers inch their way up into my cunt, where I languorously play around in the wet folds. I am enjoying all of this for myself, but I know you're watching me and doing so is bringing your cock back to life. Looking straight up, your body rises up above me like a magnificent statue on a pedestal. I broadly massage my clutching cunt and let the jet probe into my ass, I know that I am putting on quite a show for you and there's even a part of me that wishes I could watch it. My breasts bob buoyantly in the water; they float around lazily on my chest. My nipples remain rock hard, two coral reefs poking out of the ocean.

After a few minutes, can see I have begun to have the desired effect on you (and myself as well). At first, it is just a barely discernible twitch of the head of your cock, but eventually, I can see the stalk filling with blood. You grasp the pliant yet firming stalk and begin to slowly milk it, making it harder and harder. Everything looks red in this crimson shimmering light, but the head of your cock is certainly darker and almost purple colored.

When your erection reaches near hardness, you kneel down and swing your legs into the tub to join me. The depth of the water has your balls in the water, and your cock just north of that. Standing between my widespread thighs, you playfully twitch the muscles of your stomach, which makes your cock spring up and then flop down, slapping the water. You edge your feet forwards, and your cock splashes closer and closer to the junction of my legs. I use my fingers to spread my labia, so that when you are finally close enough, your cock slaps down gently into the wet, pink valley of my cunt. Another couple of inches forward and the head of your cock touches down on my clitoris. It's the most subtle of caresses, but it strikes me like an electric shock. My hips jerk up sharply, and then settle again. "Oh!" I moan.

You grasp the bottom half of your now fully hard cock in one of your hands. This allows you to fully control the motion of your cock, and you begin to swipe it back and forth over my entire cunt. You mimic the slapping motion that you had before, only more forcefully, so that you bring the head of your cock down hard onto my clitoris. When you get the positioning just right, the tip of your cock actually flips over the tip of my clit, strumming it like a bass guitar string. Although your thigh now blocks most of the full force of the jet on my ass, my anus is still wide open, and I can feel the bubbles and currents tickling that forbidden spot. I am now at an even higher plateau of pleasure. I wouldn't have thought it possible to be this euphoric and passionate, but you and I are able to maintain it like this for minute..., after minute..., after minute.

Finally, my moment arrives, and I am transported into an unbelievable twitching, spasming, screaming orgasm that feels like I have become the swirling waters of the Jacuzzi. I am a mass of hot, twisting, effervescent fluid of tiny bubbles, connected to everything in the world, primal, surging, and cresting on huge tidal waves. It is wonderful and erotic and ultimately indescribable. I have no idea how long my climax maintains itself, but you keep up the strumming of the tip of my clitoris until I finally let loose of my labia and push your cock away. There's only so much that I can stand, and I have reached my limit.

After my frenetic orgasm, I need a few minutes of quiet to clear my head. I reach over to the controls and turn off the jets and the bubbles; there is only wet warmth and silence. My head buzzes in the aftermath of my climax, and I let the arch of my hips come down, and then unhook my foot from the side. My body floats easily on the surface with you still standing between my spread thighs. Your cock juts straight outwards from your crotch, and the head probes undemandingly into my cunt hair. You know from experience to give me the time I need to recover.

With our first rounds of sex over, my thoughts return to the spookiness of being alone with you in a place we're not supposed to be in. From somewhere in the periphery of my senses, the fear returns, sparked by the faint thumping of feet on the stairs. Suddenly, I'm startled by the white light of a flashlight glimmering in the glass of the door and it's getting closer. Police? You reach across me to hit the switch of the underwater lights, hoping that the unwanted intruders will walk past and down to the locker rooms. My breath is caught in my throat, and I rise to my feet and hug you tightly, somehow seeking your protection.

The footsteps (it seems like more that one person, and now we hear their hushed voices) stop in front of this room, and the doorknob turns. The door opens. I hold my towel in front of me and you do likewise. The beam of light plays around the room and then aims right at us. We are blinded by the glare, and have no idea who is there in the room with us. The beam lowers slightly, so that it is shining directly at the water level. Then, to our surprise, we hear a giggle and then another. We can see the profile of three men standing just inside the door. I'm still scared, but there is something about the giggling that seems far from ominous.

You summon up the courage to say something. You ask them to shine the light away from our eyes, and to turn on the overhead lights. When they do, we see that the intruders are actually three young men, maybe college age or younger. They are dressed in swimming trunks. This situation is hardly anything to be scared of unless, of course, they blab all over town about finding us there. I think, since you are much larger and stronger than any two or three of them combined. One of them nervously blurts out that they thought they, like us would have the place to themselves, and that they are sorry to have interrupted. Another one says something that we are obviously enjoying the Jacuzzi more than they could have. That is when I suddenly get over my shock at their intrusion and realize that you and I are standing there stark naked, and that they can see from your huge erection that we are doing more than just relaxing in the warm water. Fear seems to stimulate you sexually much as it does me. In fact, I can't help but notice that my tingle of arousal is still with me, unquenched by my orgasm. In fact, I can't avoid the fact that I'm still horny as hell! Glancing down, I can see that my nipples are still hart and pointy.

After a few moments of awkwardness, one of the boys says that he should explain what they are doing there. I can tell that they are kind of scared too. Of course! They aren't supposed to be in the building. It turns out that they hidden in the weight room until after closing time. They had spent the last hour cavorting in the pool in the dark. It was sort of a lark, done on a dare; it turned out that swimming in the dark had been a lot of fun. But they had finally gotten cold; so they were coming down to take hot Jacuzzi to warm up before sneaking out and going back to the dorm.
They are freshmen at the nearby college and beg us not to turn then in to the college's disciplinary authorities. They assume that we are owners or managers of the athletic center, otherwise, what would we be doing here so late at night? Funny how suddenly the tables seem to have turned. We thought we were in danger, but it turns out that these three young men are the ones feeling danger now.

During their long explanation, you and I continue standing and facing them, arms around each other's back. I'm not sure why we don't at least slip down into the water; it gives us more of a feeling of power to be standing. No, that's not really it, is it? I can tell by looking down at your cock that you're getting off on making these boys squirm, that you are showing off your magnificent body and your gorgeous girlfriend. Their eyes are glued to my body, sweeping eagerly up and down my exposed body. My cunt is just below the surface, but its wispy cunt hair is visible on the surface; their eyes keep getting drawn to this spot.

When they have finished explaining, they start to excuse themselves so that they can leave us in peace. They seem to be waiting for us to tell them that they can leave and that we won't get them in trouble. Instead, you absolutely astonish them by telling them that they had better do something to get warmed up (they are shivering like crazy). You suggest that they ought to get into the Jacuzzi like they had originally planned. All three of them let their jaws drop open in shock, yet still they didn't make a move, either out of the room or into the tub. So I take the initiative by standing up straight and walking through the water over the edge of the tub closest to them. Looking up into their faces, totally nude, I ask them to please join us.

Something about being asked nicely by the object of their yearnings seems enough to assuage their fears and anxieties. Finally they break their frozen poses and robotically begin to walk up to the tub. When the first boy squats down to get into the water, I reach out with my hand and grabbed his foot to stop him. He looks at me with confusion painted across his face. I tell him and his friends, in my most seductive voice, that they are overdressed for the occasion.

"We're all friends here, aren't we," I ask, my voice catching in my throat with my own excitement. "At least we were hoping that we'd become very close friends." And with that, I take the boy's foot and use his toes to tickle my long, rock-hard nipples.

He's gotten the not-so-subtle message and he nervously looks over his slender shoulder to his two other buddies. There is a pregnant pause and it takes several heartbeats for them to decide as a group whether to stay or bail. While they decide, you come up behind me and hug me from behind, bending your knees slightly so that your cock slides between my ass cheeks and forward through my crotch. The head of your cock pokes so far forwards now that our guests and I can look down and see the tip stirring around in my labia.

Finally, they say as one, "what the hell?" and stand in front of us and peel down their swim trunks. They had all been wearing big, baggy trunks that hid all too well what was beneath them. My eyes feasted on the revealed trio of manhood ... not jailbait at all. Their bodies were lean and one is almost hairless, so that I can clearly see his balls unobscured by pubic hair. Best of all, their cocks are so young and strong, very much in the spring of their virility. My mouth literally waters and I feel like the predator I am: a cougar on the hunt. Their erections seem like they are made out of polished hardwood. They angle upward and there is just no sag, but they each twitch with the quickening heartbeat of its owner.

There is no question in their minds now that our invitation to get in the tub is more than just a social invitation. I want them all and you want to watch me have them all. But as they were get into the tub, I am glad that to hear you telling them that this is about to be the main event of their young lives, but that we have one rule: you would be the only one that would actually get to fuck me.

"You guys can have as much pleasure as you can stand. She can touch you, jerk you off, suck you cocks, fondle your balls and you can cum wherever you want on her but her mouth is the only place you can fuck her, the only way you can cum inside her. Fucking her is for me and me alone. Are we understood?"

With a nod of their heads, they all agree to the ground rules, some degree of disappointment registering on their young faces.

Hearing you use the word fuck pushes my horny button into overdrive. I want to be fucked, not made love to. I want to suck cock. I want to play with their balls. I want to have hot cum all over my body. I want to be a slut tonight; I want to be the Queen of all Sluts and I want to be used not worshipped tenderly. This will, I hope, be absolutely the ultimate in how to quench my hunger for horny sex.

You take charge of arranging us. It is not easy to position four men and a woman so that satisfaction can be guaranteed. First, you have me return to my floating-on-my-back position, and you return to standing between my legs, holding my hips to keep me afloat and keeping me from drifting away. My head is over one of the underwater benches at the edge. One of the young studs kneels on the bench on each side of me. Their cocks are above water and pointing right at my head. The third guy, the hairless one, perches his ass right on the cushioned rim of the tub, and he bends his cock downwards with his hands so that it is directly over me.

Cocks everywhere. I am surrounded. Within inches of my face are the three monumentally hard cocks awaiting my attention. I feel your cock insistently prodding at my cunt. I willingly spread my legs again to let you in. And in you slide, all at once, plunging all the way in one quick stab. Usually, I need a slower approach to accustom myself to your thickness. But tonight I'm ready, as ready as I've ever been. I've been waiting for this since this morning's phone call, and as the hours have passed, I've only become more ready. Just as my mouth sucked your cock hard into my mouth a while ago in the hallway, I feel sure that my pussy is drawing you in with a vacuuming force. You have no choice but to fill me with that big cock.

And speaking of big cocks, I've got plenty to choose from. The boys are getting impatient. All three are lightly, self-consciously stroking their erections. The two on my right and left are insistently nudging my cheeks. I turn to one of them and nibble on the tip. I tongue his piss hole. I bare my teeth and let them lightly rub over the taut skin, catching on the rim of the head. I let my lips wrap around the head, while my tongue is flicking around and around the entire crown. He is still pumping away on the base of his cock, and I encourage him to give me more of his solid meat. It is so hot and firm in my mouth. I can almost imagine that it will explode like a balloon if the skin becomes any more taut. I urge him down further and my lips bump against his fingers, forcing them to make room for my hungry, slurping mouth. He is left with only a finger and his thumb gripping at the root of his cock, but even then, he continues to squeeze and milk his shaft, making the head bump repeatedly against the roof of my mouth. I slurp and gobble, tasting his precum as it slides around in my mouth. It tastes subtly different than yours, I realize -- less salty, more sweet.

While I gobble on this one hunk of hard flesh, I am able to reach up with one hand to tickle my fingers over the surface one of the other young dicks. With my other hand, I reach under the cock of the third and gently toy with his balls. Both of these guys are also pumping away at their cocks with increasing speed, So I switch from sucking the one cock in favor of the stud on my left. I give him some of the same treatment; his precum is already flowing when I start. It is also more sweet than yours, maybe more watery too. And so much of it.

I haven't at all forgotten about you. Oh no. You have kept your cock completely buried in my cunt while this is going on, but you haven't moved it in and out. Nevertheless, I can feel it throbbing and twitching inside me. With a start, I feel you pull it most of the way out and begin thrusting in and out just an inch or so. In this position, you have just the right angle to stimulate my G spot. You certainly know what you are doing and always have. You are giving that most sensitive bump a deep massage, and it is doing quite the number on me. Your hands on my hips begin to give my ass cheeks an equally deep massage. You know me so well. All my body's secrets are revealed. You touch me so deeply, so thoroughly, so passionately. I'm totally open to you.

I am now going back and forth between the two guys on each side of my head, giving them hot, wet sucks. The guy over my head has crunched forward and down; his balls are easier for me to reach. He seems to be frustrated that his friends are getting blow jobs and he isn't, so I stop for a minute to tell him not to worry, that his time will come. That satisfies him as I continue to lightly juggle his huge balls. They are hanging down so low and are right in front of my eyes. Unlike your balls, they are hairless and almost smooth.

Now the boys on each side are obviously getting close. I am trying to adjust the amount of stimulation that I give each of them so that they will climax simultaneously. Again I stop for a moment to explain that I want you and the two guys at my sides to all come at once. Back to sucking and squeezing and driving these guys crazy. And back to getting fucked. You are finally giving me the "hard and deep" fucking that I really need more than anything. I hook my legs around your hips to keep from being pushed right into the wall of the Jacuzzi. I dig my heels into your back and pull you all the way in, then release you so that you can rear back for the next thrust. One of your hands has worked down and around my ass cheek, so that you can tickle at the rim of my asshole. That feels so right, getting banged so hard by your cock while being teased so lightly by your finger.

Faster and faster you go, and harder and harder I suck. These two guys are ready to go, so I let go of the one over my head and use one hand on each of the cocks beside my head pumping them both as hard and fast as I can. Thank God for being ambidextrous.

I shout at you to pull my body up out of the water, and my breasts and stomach rise up clear, then I can feel a different, familiar kind of throbbing in the cocks in my hands. They are going to come. Oh yes! It is about to happen. They both start grunting, and so do you. It sounds like a cage full of apes. I start shouting at them, imploring them to do it, "Go ahead. Squirt that sweet come all over me. Cover me with hot cream. Drown me in your cum. Do it! Drown me in it!"

You get the message and pull your cock out of my grasping cunt, just as it spews forth its jet of semen. It arches up over my cunt and navel, splattering across my heaving belly. Moments later, the two boys get inspired by your example, and my milking, and they too let go with shots of their come, which I accurately aim at my breasts. Within seconds, my entire torso is covered with milky-white goop that both burns and soothes my skin. Big dollops hang in stringy masses on my breasts and dangle around my long, hard nipples. It is amazing how much cream these young studs had to give me. I want all that they have, and I milk out as much as I can. My navel fills up with a puddle of the wonderful stuff. You slide your softening cock back into my cunt and rub it tenderly over my widespread cunt lips. Your come drools out over my pink and swollen flesh, and slimes around on my clitoris. I pull the still long, but softening, cocks of the boys down to my breasts and poke at the greasy nipples with the ridges of the cock heads. I am one huge sensitive nerve that hooks together all of my erogenous zones into a network of pure sexual hunger. This is not enough, but is a big step in the right direction.

Of course, it is not enough for the third young man either. He has been patient and understanding, even getting his balls out of my face long enough for me to watch all of that semen squirting over my body. That's a view that I didn't want to miss, and that I'll remember forever. But now it is his turn, and I ask him to slip down so that he can stand on the bench, straddling my head. My thighs are still hooked over your hips, supporting my lower body, and I instruct the boys at my sides to each use one hand to support my upper body above the waterline. I use my hands to reach up and grasp the last stud's cock. One squeeze of my hands brings forth a couple of teaspoons of clear precome, and it is enough to lubricate the entire length of his cock. And we save the best (or at least biggest) for last. Maybe it is because we made him wait and watch for so long. In any case, his cock must be 11 or 12 inches long, and it seems to want to point all the way up at (or past!) his navel. I have to keep a tight grip to keep it within reach. As I pull down, he bends his knees more. Not only does that make it easier for me to reach and stroke his cock. It also brings his balls right down to my lips.

While I start to jack off this boy and nibble and lick at his balls, you and the two other guys start to massage the front of my body, using all of that slimy, greasy semen as a body lotion. Each of the guys pays attention to one of my breasts, while you get your limp cock out of the way so that you can masturbate my clitoris the way you know I like it; side to side, not right on the very tip, but just above that. This is good. Yes. I have to be careful that my rising excitement doesn't make me lose control too much. I wouldn't want to suck too hard on the lovely smooth balls that are now all the way inside my mouth. You've taught me how just the right amount of sucking and licking can do the trick.

Now you have instructed one of the guys who are stimulating my incredibly sensitive nipples to pinch harder and to massage deeper. And you tell the other to take over for you by rubbing my clitoris. You give him perfect instructions about how I like it. It turns me on to hear you describing to this neophyte just the way a real woman likes it. You tell him to be sure to pay attention to my labia too. And with that, I can feel both you and him pinch and pull at those long and swollen lips. I know without seeing that the two of you have stretched them wide apart, and that every detail of my cunt is open to all your eyes. Then you kneel down in to the hot water and insert one finger into my vagina, again finding my G spot. Pinching and kneading of my nipples..., strumming my clitoris..., pinching my cunt lips..., massaging my G spot. Both my hands jacking up and down on 12 inches of slippery young cock. My nose is pushing deep and deeper into the clean, pink, wrinkled rosette of his asshole. My mouth full of hot balls -- balls that are full of more of that semen that is soon to be spraying over my body.

Soon...

Soon...

Soon... and ... now! His balls that were hanging down so loose now pull up towards the root of his cock. His ass cheeks tighten up squeezing my nose between them. His cock starts writhing in my hands, but I don't stop pumping. Rather than suck on his balls, I now blow hot air onto them and onto his cock from below. And that does it. He is clenching his ass cheeks fast and repeatedly, and I can feel bolts of come rising up through his cock and out to the tip. A couple of blobs land and my breasts and get immediately massaged into my tits. While one hand milks his cock some more, I take the other hand and wrap it around his cock head so that the come gets caught in my fingers. Once I capture a couple of spurts, I bring it down to my mouth and lick the shiny heavy cream onto my tongue. I feed on it like it is my desert. This young stud is still spurting more come onto my chest and tummy, and the trio of hands working my nipples and cunt are pushing me over the top. Another huge orgasm picks me up and sweeps me into the clouds of rapture. I am shaking with bliss and ecstasy. For a few moments, I am totally in another place, where there is no time, no names, no reality.

You and these guys have given me a night to remember. I doubt they'll soon forget it either. I'm not ignoring you, dear. I suspect you've had a memorable and satisfying evening. I have no doubt that somewhere out there are three young guys who now know that a woman can be as hungry and horny as any man. In fact, love, I think we might want to think about setting up another encounter with them. I'm sure that we'll get no argument from them.