“Let’s swim a bit and enjoy a lazy cum-filled day. After all, Sundays are supposed to be a day of rest,” Kelly offered as we all cleaned up the breakfast mess.
“I like that idea,” George offered.
With the dishes done, we each grabbed some more coffee and slipped into the pool. For the next half hour, we floated and swam. Every muscle in my body was completely relaxed as I floated on my back near the deep end. Kelly was on a raft, and George was in an inner tube. As I eyed them up in their sleepy state, I began to harden from my nasty thoughts.
I decided on a stealth exploratory mission to see if George’s pucker was exposed underwater. I quietly slipped under and moved toward George. Coming up underneath him, I saw his buttocks sticking through the opening in the inner tube. As I closed in, I saw his exposed pucker and pressed my tongue against it for a couple of quick licks. Obviously, George jumped rather excitedly and fell backward into the pool.
The subsequent wave knocked a half-dozing Kelly into the water too. When they both got their bearings, they came toward me with wannabe vengeful looks in their eyes. I treaded water backward toward the ladder in mock fear. I made my way up the rungs slowly, letting them catch up to me. As I stepped onto the top rung, Kelly grasped my ankles to keep me from escaping. Meanwhile, George climbed out and stood in front of me, holding my wrists.
Releasing my ankles, Kelly jokingly ordered, “Put Steve on the bed so we can torture him.”
As George pulled me to the bed, I hopped up at his command, “On the bed with you, bad boy.”
Kelly approached and pushed me flat on my back. Then, climbing up on top of me and pinning me down, she said to George, “See if you can find something to tie him down with.”
“Where…?”
As George wondered aloud where he might find something, I offered, “There is some rope in the pool house that should work.”
Kelly leaned down to my face and quietly yelled, “Don’t think that a little cooperation on your part will keep me from tormenting you,” before kissing me hard on the lips.
George emerged with the rope in hand, and they worked on getting me loosely imprisoned. Once their work was complete, Kelly instructed George, “Get up on top and stuff your cock and balls into his face. Use his mouth for your pleasure!”
“What are you going to do while I abuse his face?” George inquired.
“I’m going to keep little Stevie here at the edge of orgasm for quite a while. I want to see just how much pre-cum I can get from him without letting him fully ejaculate.”
So that’s how it went for a while. I sucked George’s softy and scrotum into my mouth and worked them over with my tongue while Kelly kept me rigid and leaking. As Kelly became horny from sucking me, she started rubbing her slick puss up and down my shin. I added to her stimulation by raising my leg and putting more pressure on her already stimulated clit.
Getting Kelly a little riled up gave me a thought. All I needed to do was get them both going. If I made him cum, then maybe they’d switch positions, and George would reciprocate. I thought it might be easier to manipulate him since he does love sucking dick. Letting his sac slip from my mouth, I went full suction on George’s cock while swirling my tongue all about the head. He ran his hands through my hair as he closed in on his climax.
Kelly heard his increasing moans and cheered, “That’s it, baby, use our prisoner for your pleasure. Fill his undeserving mouth with your tasty cum.” All this said while she was riding my leg like a horny dog.
I slurped up George’s load, swallowing it gratefully as he finished his last few convulsions. He let me suck him a few minutes more before deciding that it was Kelly’s turn to abuse my oral cavity. “It’s your turn, Kelly. Make him lick you into nirvana while I keep him at the brink.”
After they switched places, I put my plan into motion, hoping to get George to lose control. With Kelly’s pussy fully pressed into my mouth, I felt George teasing the shaft of my hardon. He lapped at it like a child with an oversized lolly-pop. Slowly moving up and down in a maddening slow tease. On his next downstroke, I reflexively pumped upward and pressed his face into my wanton pucker.
George couldn’t resist. His need to perform analingus had him attacking my backdoor like a man possessed. As his oral probe permeated my rectum, it felt like a small cock with its own mind. It moved up and down, back and forth, and finally in large circles. As he opened me up further, I felt that sensation spreading from my loins. Even if he would have stopped cold at that point, I was already too far gone.
My thighs gripped his head as firmly as I could with the ropes holding me back. Knowing that I was about to explode, George only increased his actions while gripping my hips like a vise. As I approached what was sure to be the most potent climax of the weekend, I latched onto Kelly’s clit and sucked hard. She grabbed my head and pressed me tight into her wide-open snatch as her tremors began. My own had already started and felt more substantial than I can ever remember.
The heat rose from my loins, slowly spreading all the way to my toes. Even my fingers and lips felt the slow surge. It was like that massive wave in the distance. You’re treading water out in the ocean, waiting for it to come to ride it in, but that wait is almost better than the ride. It suddenly hits, and you’re all consumed by its power as you let it take you to the shore. It truly is a religious experience.
That is a glimpse into what I felt as the intensity of my acme consumed me. The next thing I remember is waking between my two lovers. I was still on my back as their arms and legs were wrapped all around me. It felt like being in a cocoon of sorts as their hands gently caressed me all over. Then, coming out of it, I pulled their faces to mine as our lips mashed together and our tongues danced. If there was any doubt that I belonged with these two amazing people, it left the station that day.
We held one another, kissing and touching softly for the rest of the afternoon. Then, as the sun started to get low, Kelly gleefully offered, “Okay boys, it’s time to head home now. We all have to work in the morning, and we’ll need a good night’s sleep to tackle the week ahead.”
I grudgingly released them as Kelly rolled off of her side while George and I held still held tightly to each other. As Kelly got to her feet, she realized that neither of us understood what she meant by her statement. Walking around to George’s side, she held both of our faces and turned them to hers.
“George, help Steve take apart the bed and bring it inside while I pack some clothes for him. Steve, you are with us now, and we’ll spend the weekdays at our house since we’re closer to work and the weekends at yours for the seclusion and the pool.”
As the realization of what she’d said slowly washed over both of us, she added, “Now, get to work, my husbands. This pregnant momma needs some food and wants to be in bed early tonight. I want to know how it feels to have both of you pleasuring me in my own bed.
Done for now, but likely to return…
