“We’ll do the full cycle 4 times,” Cassie said, “So 18 minutes total. That’s nothing. And it gives us plenty of time to get back to EPCOT, right?”
Allison nodded her agreement. Who could complain about a delay of less than 20 minutes? That was shorter than most lines at the park.
Cassie held up her phone, dramatically. She thumbed the ‘start’ button. The numbers started racing down. Despite how silly the situation was, the quick countdown made me anxious.
“Kiss?” Emily asked me.
“Sure,” I said.
I embraced my wife, and we pressed our lips together. It was nice. Comforting and familiar. Knowing that the other couples were doing things next to us added to the excitement. I pulled back for breath and saw my wife smiling at me.
“You’re such a good kisser,” she said.
Cassie’s alarm went off.
Emily gave me a cute little wave, then stepped over to the right. I hadn’t been looking during our 90 seconds, but now I saw that the other couples had gotten a little racier than Emily and me.
Jack’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, revealing another white, ribbed undershirt. The tails of his Hawaiian shirt hung loosely on either side. With the other couple, it was Allison who’d gotten undressed. Her tank top had been tossed aside completely, leaving her in a tight, black sports bra. Even more exciting and alluring, however, her hair had been taken out of its usual ponytail. Seeing her poker straight, strawberry-blonde locks set free was something special.
I turned back to my own spot and found Cassie standing in front of me. She was holding up her phone, thumb poised to press start. Despite all the playing around we’d done so far, I hadn’t really interacted with the beautiful, bubbly blonde. I got the feeling that I was nothing but a means to an end in her eyes. The stereotypical ugly friend that kept getting in the way of what she wanted, but nothing more.
But the grin on Cassie’s face told a different story. She looked legitimately happy to see me. Maybe it was just her bright personality — Cassie seemed incapable of being anything but excited about any situation.
“I’m looking forward to this,” Cassie said, again bucking my expectations. “So don’t waste all our time talking.”
I shook my head at her, disdainfully. She laughed and hit the START button.
“Emily didn’t get much done, did she?” Cassie said. Her hands flew up to my t-shirt and she pulled it over my head. “I’ve got to make up for lost time.”
As soon as my chest was bare, the beautiful blonde leaned in and kissed me. Her smooch was enthusiastic and surprisingly affectionate, tasting of pink bubblegum (because of course). She ran her hands through my chest hair.
“Hmmmm this is nice,” she said. She stepped back. “Well, come on, these titties aren’t going to come out on their own.”
I reached out and grabbed her t-shirt, the same way she’d done with mine, and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a cute, pink bra underneath. Lacy like the one last night. Her large breasts shook nicely as they came free.
I’m sure my eyes went wide, because Cassie immediately giggled as she saw me. She gestured for me to grab her tits, but her alarm sounded.
“Next time,” she said, giving me a quick pat on the chest.
I looked over and saw that Allison was now completely topless. Her one nipple was red and wet, like Jack had been suckling on it. My own wife, too, had lost her shirt. In fact, Mike’s hands were cupping her bra-covered breasts despite the alarm.
“Let’s go, let’s go,” Cassie said, hurrying over to Mike, “Come on, keep it quick.”
Allison jogged up to me, her little round tits jiggling as she went. Immediately, like on autopilot, I rested my palms on them. The right one was still slippery with Jack’s saliva. I did my best to pretend that I wasn’t feeling that.
“Pants,” Allison said, as soon as Cassie hit the timer. “Let’s do pants.”
I reached for her shorts, but she brushed my hands away. Apparently, she meant my pants. Allison quickly sent my shorts to the ground. Now I was only in boxers.
“Goddammit!” Mike shouted next to me. We all turned and saw that he was pulling at the back strap of Cassie’s bra, desperately stretching and twisting at it as he tried to get it off.
Cassie was laughing so hard she was cherry red, unable to catch her breath or do anything to help her frustrated beau. The rest of us turned to watch, contagious giggles overcoming us.
“What is the matter with this fucking thing?!” Mike cried out. The look of exasperation on his face was priceless.
“It’s a front clasp,” Cassie said, barely able to speak through her mirth.
“Oh my fucking…” Mike grabbed her by the shoulders, reached between her tits, and snapped the bra open. He ripped it over her head and raised it in the air, like a trophy.
Cassie’s alarm went off. Mike let out another shout of frustration. The uncooperative bra squeezed in his fingers like he was trying to strangle it.
“That’s one full round!” Cassie cried out, hurrying over to her husband. Watching her bare breasts bounce as she went was quite hypnotic. “Only three more cycles to go. Make it good!”
Emily came back to me with her bra and shorts still on. Her face was red, and I noticed a few marks on her neck and chest where she’d clearly been kissed. She grinned at me, the electricity of the exertion overtaking her.
“Wow, those girls really got to you,” she said, eyeing me.
I guess I hadn’t thought about it till then, but I was standing there in only my underwear. None of the other guys, in fact no one, was nearly as naked as I was.
Emily wrapped her arms around me, and we started kissing. This time, it was far more passionate and needy. Hungry with desire. It felt more like our younger years, when we were dating, than our usual connubial kisses.
My wife let her hands wander around my boxer-covered cock. I was hard as hell, of course. Emily’s little touches through the cotton felt incredible.
“I think I’ll leave this present for the other girls to unwrap,” Emily said.
I decided, however, that I should give my fellow guys a head start. I reached behind Emily’s back and opened her ivory bra, revealing her perfectly perky breasts. Her nipples were already reddening with desire. They popped out happily, like they were excited to see me. I bent down to suckle, but Cassie’s timer went off.
I backed away and Emily smirked at me, saucily. She pranced over to Mike, and, for a moment, I wondered if I’d made the right decision in taking my wife’s breasts out. But that was silly, because her bra would have come off regardless.
Mike stared down at my wife’s boobs, in awe. Obsessed with Cassie though he might be, even Mike knew enough to be impressed with Emily’s amazing chest.
“I figured you’d need the help,” I told him, winking.
“Now he decides to talk,” Mike said, shaking his head.
I gave him a cheeky thumbs up.
I turned back to find Cassie standing in front of me. Like Emily, she was down to her panties. Her breasts were so full, teardrop shaped, with light pink nipples and areola. OK, so maybe there was more than one form of ‘amazing’ breast to be found in this bungalow.
I realized that, in fact, we were all now naked from the waist up. But no one had lost their bottoms. Not yet.
“You’re always so distracted when I get here,” Cassie said, pulling me in for a kiss. I hadn’t even seen her start the clock. She gently tapped my head. “What’s going on in there?”
Her smooch was, again, so eager and warm, I was taken aback by it. She put her one hand on my cheek and ran the other down my chest. She rubbed her groin up against mine. The beautiful blonde pulled back, searching my eyes.
“It’s hot,” Cassie said, “The dark foreigner full of mystery.”
“I’m an American citizen,” I said, and Cassie tittered.
“You’re very funny,” she said.
She went for another kiss, and I found myself wrapping my arms around her incredible, curvy body. Her large breasts pressed into my chest. It was a different sensation than I was used to. All of her, honestly, was so separate from any woman I’d ever been with. It was like making out with an other-worldly being. Alluring and strange in that way, too. Unreal.
Cassie’s hands drifted lower, and she grasped my dick through my underwear.
“Holy fuck,” she squeaked, “That is nice.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Was it fun to get compliments from pretty girls about my cock? Absolutely. I just doubted they were nearly as impressed as they acted. I didn’t have a massive porn dick; I was six inches at most. To me, it was like faking an orgasm. I knew Cassie was doing it for the sake of my ego, but honestly, I’d rather a girl be honest.
“No, dude, you are like, super thick,” Cassie said. “Length is always appreciated, but girth is, ummm. Yeah. Wow.”
The alarm went off and Cassie let go of my dick. Allison raced over. She was completely stripped.
“Have you felt his cock?” Cassie asked, casually, as though asking Allison if she’d tried the calamari.
Allison nodded emphatically.
“Damn, right?” Cassie said. She sashayed over to Mike. He’d lost his shorts and his boxers were sticking out something awful. “Of course, there’s something to be said for length, too,” she said, giving the tall blonde man a kiss.
“Seriously, Em, I don’t know how you fit Paul in your tiny body,” Allison said, repeating what she’d said to me earlier in the shower.
My wife, down to her panties and standing in front of Jack, turned to look at us. Her body went pink from her toes to her cheeks.
“I don’t know, it just does!” she said, sounding almost petulant. The group all laughed.