The resulting orgasm was just as out of this world as the pussy pummeling that caused it. I shook, quaked, and kicked my legs as the stupendous climax ripped through the entirety of my body.
I dug my nails deep into his ass and held on until the show-stopping surge ceased.
Massimo eased himself out of me leaving me in a puddle of my warm juices.
“I’m just getting started ladies!” he exclaimed as he planted himself in between Phaedra’s legs. He yanked her to the edge of the bed and flipped her over.
Quinn had been relishing riding Phaedra’s face but seemed unbothered by the interruption. She began masturbating as she watched Massimo commence with another round of cunt conquering.
Massimo spread Phaedra’s ample ass cheeks and rocketed his daunting dick in her pussy hole. Her face said everything. She had always claimed that size didn’t matter.
She was learning right now, in this very moment that it did. He stretched her twat to ready her in the same manner as he had readied me.
His hips were rocking in the same motion.
I wanted to see if her reaction to his next set of moves would coincide with mine. They did.
She was equally shocked and stupefied by his range of churning, throttling, and screwing tactics. Her eyes closed as she absorbed each thundering blow. She was being dick-matized and I was front row to witness her euphoric experience.
In just one encounter, Massimo had given me the most memorable sex of my life and I was sure Phaedra would agree once he finished her off. I was becoming concerned about Quinn. She was the mastermind of this evening but had barely reaped any benefits.
I was going to change that. I crawled closer to her and gently pried her hand away from her crotch.
I cradled her bottom towards my face and ran my fingers through her fleshy layers. I knew that I was nowhere close to being the pussy eater she was. I hadn’t done it in years but I was going to give it the old college try.
I might not be able to make her cum but I could render her super soaking wet for Massimo as she had so thoughtfully done for me.
I angled us over just a bit so that I would be able to peek at Massimo wailing away into Phaedra. I dunked my tongue into Quinn.
I started right below her clit and I whisked around it. I tickled at the tip of it before whisking my tongue around it several more times. Once it began to twitch, I relieved it of its wanting.
I surrounded it gently with my lips, rolling it in between them in a massage inspired motion. I was delicate initially then I slowly began to apply more pressure.
I added in some light flickering with my tongue before rushing it through and around her intricately pussy lips. I returned to her clit and repeated the same acts with increased intensity.
It was all coming back to me. I sucked her clit into my mouth and slobbered on it passionately. I extended my mouth’s reach to capture her hood and some of her lips. I lapped up her cream as if I was dying of thirst.
I was desperate in a sense, desperate to give her at least an inkling of the pleasure she had bestowed upon me.
She knew I needed a little help. She smashed my face into her cunt and began grinding her clit onto my tongue. I let her take charge and I happily and humbly followed her lusty lead.
She wasn’t aiming for a hard tongue fucking. Her movements indicated that she wanted to be eaten out sensually, that she wanted every crack and crevice to experience my oral devotion.
I was immersed in Quinn’s cunt so much so that the sloshing sounds of my flesh tasting hers echoed in my ear.
There was a loud sound competing with that echo. It was a combination of Massimo’s and Phaedra’s skin smacking together and her screams of absolute delight. I was glad I had twisted us around enough so that I could sneak a peek without compromising my work.
What I got for my ingenuity was an eyeful.
Massimo was taking doggy style to a new level. One of his legs was mounted on the bed while the other was anchored to the floor.
He had a white-knuckle grip of her waist to steady her in place as he catapulted his long, thick schlong furiously into her twat. He was banging her bottom almost maliciously. The look on her face was priceless. Every single striking stroke was hitting its mark.
I snuck another glimpse towards Massimo’s face. He no longer appeared unphased. It had taken a couple of blow jobs and a couple of pussies but he was beginning to wear down.
He was actually beginning to huff and puff. It was apparent that he was focusing on maintaining his erection. He wasn’t going to allow himself to cum until all of our twats had been sufficiently ransacked.
I turned my gaze to Quinn. She too had been distracted by the beaver beat down happening right next to us. I took this as an insult. How dare she? I was doing the best I could. I had only lost my focus for a couple of seconds. I dove back into her twat. I made her clit my first order of business in trying to regain her full attention.
I spread my tongue across it like butter being spread on bread. It was a smooth slide covering her plump pearl, her hovering hood, and the creamy crevice that surrounded them. Her back arched as she whimpered.
I placed my hands on her thighs to pin her down. I tried to recall every detail of how she and Massimo had eaten me out. I used them as my blueprint.
I concentrated on her clit for the first several minutes. I blew on it, sucked on it, and lapped all around it. I smacked it and titillated it with my tongue.
I quickly figured out her preferences and concentrated my efforts there. I garnered her biggest reactions when I would suck on her clit and then greedily slop my way through her lips and back up to her clit again.
I was getting the hang of it and foolishly entertained the thought of being able to make her cum. Phaedra, however, was the next to cross the finish line. I was distracted once again by her and Massimo.
This time it was because of Phaedra’s loud piercing scream as Massimo fucked her to her breaking point.
She crashed on the bed once he relinquished his grip of her waist. He smacked her on the ass several times and laughed. She shivered as he kissed a trail from the nape of her neck to the top of her ass crack. He then gently moved her to a corner of the bed. The lifelessness of her body was almost comical.
Massimo was victorious once more. Phaedra was down for the count.
That was my cue that my pussy eating had come to an end for the moment. Quinn was next on Massimo’s annihilation by anaconda agenda so I humbly bowed out. He pulled her to the middle of the bed.
He climbed in between her legs and leaned in for a long tongue-twisting, lusty kiss. He sucked on her neck and then her titties.
Massimo painted circles of saliva on every portion of her chest and abdomen. He zoomed back to her breasts. He gently bit Quinn’s nipples then gave them one more whooping with his tongue.
The hot, young lover kissed his way back down her tummy and circled her belly button. He parted her snatch with his fingers and put on a show of unbelievable oral wizardry.
Flexible as ever, Quinn folded her legs back behind her head. She rocked her crotch back and forth so that Massimo could better enjoy his meal. He immersed every part of his mouth into every part of her. He grazed on her clit with his puckered lips.
He showered her slot with his warm saliva. He stabbed her hole with his tongue. Quinn squirmed wildly under the intensity of Massimo’s masterful efforts but she required more.
“I’ve been waiting all day,” she whined. “Please fuck me, Massimo. Please stick that big, hard cock in my hole and fuck me!”
He paused his oral assault to tease her. “This big, hard cock?” he taunted while waving it at her. “This cock right here?”
“Yes, Massimo! Please, Massimo! Fuck me, Honey!”
“Well, if you insist!” he said as he buried himself in her with one long, decisive plunge.
Quinn grabbed her feet and held her legs wide open to receive what Massimo was about to dish out. He disappeared into her and reemerged covered in her cream. He stunned her twat with a flourish of deep dives.
He rolled his hips, slinging his weapon into her welcoming walls.
“Is this it? Is this what you wanted,
sweetheart? My big cock up in your pussy?”
“Yes, daddy. Do it to me. Do it harder!”
“Whatever you like!” he replied as he drilled her like a jackhammer trying to bust up concrete. He rammed himself in her again and again, each thrust proved to be faster and harder than the one before. It was an unadulterated beaver beat down.
It was an epic display of his supreme dick wielding capabilities. He fucked her even more viciously than he had me or Phaedra. It was a marathon.
The pummeling went on and on and on. I would have given out long ago but she took every inch of every pound. The more she took, the more he gave her. He seemed almost unstoppable. I was amazed at both their durability and stamina.
Finally, their fucking culminated in an explosive mutual orgasm. He grunted loudly as he released his nut into her. The last thing I remember before drifting off to sleep was them laughing at their amazing and shared climax.
Phaedra woke me up the next morning with a nudge. She was sitting on the bed snacking on some fruit like a person snacks on popcorn at the movies. She was watching a live sex show.
Massimo and Quinn were already going at it. Phaedra and I looked at each other incredulously. We were both worn out and sore from the night before. I didn’t know about her but I wouldn’t be craving any sex for a while.
They were standing up, at least Massimo was. Quinn’s arms were wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. He was holding her by her ass and bouncing her up and down his diabolical dong.
Even from across the room, he was huge. Witnessing his fuck pole skidding in and out of her was a site worthy of an audience.
It was as if her twat and his cock were designed specifically for each other. I would’ve bet my two front teeth that anyone else engaged in such an athletically inclined sex act would have missed the target.
It didn’t matter how hard or high he flung her, his cock went into her seamlessly. It was a lock and key, and a piece to a puzzle. Their organs fit perfectly.
What was even more entertaining was their dialogue.”Ride ’em, cowboy!” Quinn screamed at the top of her lungs.
“I’m your cowboy, Baby! Massimo is all the cowboy you need. You juicy, sexy, red headed bitch!”
“You nasty, naughty, freaky, bad boy! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I was perplexed that she had enough breath or mind power to form words.
She wasn’t muttering them either. She was hollering. I thought they’d wake up the whole hotel. Massimo finally noticed that Phaedra and I were watching. “Good morning lovely ladies! Would you like to join us for a morning fuck?” He was still effortlessly tossing Quinn up and down his fuck rod.
Phaedra and I looked at each other. We were thinking the same thing. The sex was fabulous.
The dick was divine but we had had enough. Our pussies were sore but satisfied. We slithered off the bed and showered, separately. When we came out to dress, they were still going at it. She was riding him on the floor. He was still tossing her up and down and they were still yelling at the top of their lungs.
Good for her I thought. We dressed and went down to breakfast, leaving the two of them to fuck each other’s lights out.
Phaedra and I stayed another week before returning home. Our foray into the city was meant to be a temporary relief from the routine and monotony of our lives. It ended up being a game changer for all of us.
Quinn loved being in the city with her new grandbabies, but her husband finally gave her an ultimatum. She could either return home right away or they could go their separate ways.
Within a month, he was by her side, in the city. Her husband’s unexpected move to be with her touched her so much that she never strayed again.
In contrast, Phaedra divorced her cheating husband. She moved out of state to be near her son. She learned shortly after returning from our trip that he was expecting his first child. She credited the free spirit of the city for inspiring her to dump the dead weight and put her own happiness first.
I stayed with my husband but I demanded a few changes. We loved each other but our marriage needed some tender love and care. We instituted a weekly date night.
We went on trips. We cooked together and did a host of other things to reconnect. I even convinced him to watch some porn so we could spice up our sex life with some new moves. It worked like a charm.
Despite the distance, the girls and I remained tight as ever. To help us stay in touch, we did something we swore we’d never do. We created social media accounts. With the help of modern technology, we even video called each other several times a week.
We committed to a minimum of two girl trips per year. We were still the Thrilling Three. We were simply defining thrills a little differently.