Author; Ace, Storyace

title; Barefoot in the 80's part 8; Sex and love squared

Codes; M/F/M/F

S end any and all comments to; storyace@hotmail.com

Codes; M/F/M/F/ 6,250 words

part 8 of 8

Summery; What could be better than sex and love? Sex and love squared.

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back to; barefoot in the 80's part 7, Burning and blackness

Part 8; 

I find love again, and the most intense wild sex I'd ever known

In America I was still the weirdo; for other people, socializing meant drinking except for the religious nuts, who spent their time praying in church. I wasn't into either of those things, and I was afraid to look at any of those wholesome American girls too hard, worried they'd get pregnant.

I didn't want to be bogged down in a 'normal' American life, so I kept to myself.

My mother did get in contact, happy to know where I was, but she'd moved to a commune in Oregon and didn't have any contact with the old gang.

My dad and his wife were kind, and gave me a place to live. I worked and saved, waiting for the five years to be over.

At last, I could return. I flew to Madrid, where I boarded a bus and went to Dues Germanes. Or rather, the empty space where it had once been.

The tourist town on the coast was thriving, it hadn't been touched by the fire. The hotels served cheap alcohol to fat English people on their holidays, and I wandered around looking for any familiar face without success.

I walked up the valley that had been the only home I ever knew. The stream and the rocks were still there. The old steps of the walking trail were intact.

It had been 6 years, and there was a lot of new growth. The valley was green with shrubs and bushes, but the big trees that had made the place so cool and beautiful were gone. So were the people. The houses were empty shells with bushes growing in them. Trevor's villa was a ruin with no roof, the trees were all completely gone, the pool was a blackened hole full of debris. There was a "for sale" sign on the gate.

After four hours, I reached Gonzales' farm. Unlike the other houses I'd passed on the way, it had a new roof, new doors and windows, washing drying on a line, and an old dog who whimpered and wagged his tail in recognition.

My old friend saw me, and a wide grin of happiness spread across his face.

"I knew one day, you would return!" he said in that thick regional accent I missed so much. "Come inside, we will eat, we will drink!"

Luisa and the children gathered around; their smiles so warm, so real. These people loved me just for being me.

"Arrested?" Gonzales wailed to the gathering when I told him what had happened, "They arrested Adam, the savior of Dues Germanes! We all thought you went home to America after the fire."

"I'm not the savior, I only saved one woman while you got out with forty people." I pointed out.

I spent a couple of weeks there. Manuela was married and happy; I was totally choked up when they told me she'd named her first son after me.

The tourists we'd saved had organized a collection for the Gonzales family and raised enough to repair the house, replace the tractor, and buy new animals.

"Half the money should be yours." My friend said apologetically, "But we spent it all to get started again."

I laughed hard at his honesty; "No, the money is to replace the property you lost." I said. "I lost a lot, but none of it can be bought for money."

But no one knew where Malu or Deena had gone. The visiting Freaks had scattered far and wide after the fire. Many moved to Ibiza I was told.

I took the ferry to Ibiza; I spent weeks there, visiting every beach, every village, looking for a familiar face, anyone who could reconnect me with my friends. I recognized someone who told me of a hot blond waitress named Malu. I went to the place, and it turned out to be the club of my old pal, Transit van John.

"You!" he scowled, "I was told you're dead!"

"Sorry to disappoint." I said, "I heard Malu was working here."

"That bitch and her friends all walked out on me months ago." He said, "Now get lost before I tell Alejandro to throw you out!"

A big Spanish guy with a thick wiry beard and a jaw like an oil drum looked at me apologetically and shrugged. I went back out to the road, and then I felt a vise like hand grab my shoulder. It was the big Spanish bouncer. He looked down at me with an intense stare.

"You are Adam of Dues Germanes?" he demanded, speaking in Catalan.

"Yes." I said.

"You go to Sant Vicent. You find your place there." He said, then released his grip but not his stare. He bowed; I'd never seen a person do that in real life before.

"Alejandro salutes you, Adam of Dues Germanes." The big guy said, and disappeared back into the club.

I wondered if he was a bit cracked or something.

I went to where he said, but it describes a large area of the island. Finally, in a small village near a beach, I saw a sign; "Adam's Dues Germanes restaurant & bar". And there was a drawing of the two mountains I knew so well, the two peaks that framed the village that once was. Cunningly worked into the lines of the mountains were the faces of two old women that looked remarkably like the two Marias.

It was mid morning, and it said on the door that the bar opened at 7PM; I went in anyway.

On the other side of the door there was an open courtyard with tables and chairs, baking in the blinding sun. The bar was covered by a low roof and I could make out a woman in the shade there. She looked up and saw me.

Then she screamed.

"DAN!" she shrieked, "DAAAAN!"

A tall thin man ran out of the kitchen carrying a baseball bat, the woman pointed at me with a shaking hand. The bat dropped to the floor with a loud rattle.

"Adam?" Dan whispered. "Holy fucking shit, is it you? We thought you burned up in the fire!"

"It fucking well is and I fucking well didn't." I said.

Deena ran out from behind the bar, grabbed me and sobbed. Malu came out from another door. The four of us hugged and cried; I actually broke into tears.

I was sobbing like a lost baby, my arms around the two women; we'd spent many more years apart than together, yet the emotions I felt for my friends hadn't faded at all. We were all in our mid 20's now. Malu's big breasts pushed against my heart, Deena's slim body fit snugly in my gasp. I kissed one, then the other as tears rolled down my cheeks. It was good to see them, and Dan too, and to know everyone was ok.

"Are you ok?" Deena asked.

"Yes, why?" I responded.

"You were moaning like you were in pain." She said.

 "I think it's the pain stopping." I said.

"So what happened to you?" Malu demanded, "We asked everyone, some tourists said you organized the rescue of the village, then disappeared on a motorbike."

They all listened wide eyed as I told them what had happened.

"Jesus!" Malu exclaimed, "That's not right!"

"And now?" Deena asked, "Do you have a girlfriend? What are your plans?"

"No plans, no girlfriend since I left Spain." I said.

"What?" Malu exclaimed, "You haven't had sex in six years?"

"That's right."

They looked more shocked at that then anything.

"Why?" Deena asked.

"I just couldn't engage with the Americans I met." I told them, "Everyone seems so straight; I could have dated someone and gotten laid I suppose, but it would have been a lie. I was never going to stay there, work construction, and be another drone."

"Deena." Malu said to her friend.

"Malu." Deena acknowledged with a nod.

This was clearly a communication "thing" they had.

The two young women stood, and each took one of my hands, pulling me to me feet as well.

 "I don't know what the situation is with you all." I pointed out, as Deena put her hands under my shirt to run them up my belly and chest. She looked at me, as stunning as ever, irresistible. My mouth was watering and my cock aching with the thought of them. But I pulled away, literally taking a step back.

"You're together as a couple.... A triple I suppose." I said, looking at Dan questioningly.

"Hey, I just work here." Dan said flippantly.

"Adam!" Deena admonished me, "Are you saying no to us?"

"I want to, I want it more than I've ever wanted anything in my life, but don't toy with me." I said, my mind, heart, and balls all pulling in different directions, the conflict so intense that my eyes were watering. "I've never gotten over what happened. You and Malu and...."

There was a brief but thick silence.

"Trevor." Malu said. "It's ok, Dan knows everything. Adam, I've never gotten over it either. We all have some issues to work through."

Malu turned to face Deena, and then glanced at me while raising one eyebrow for emphasis before kissing the other woman tenderly. Their hands went around each other, their lips met with familiar simplicity, their slim feminine bodies embraced.

"God, I love it when they do that." Dan sighed, leaning back in his chair and watching them rapturously.

"They were a couple when I got here." He said, "I was sort of a third wheel for a while. Then....  It just happened. Like when you and I were with Deena. It's intense, Adam; not just in bed. They have me by the balls, man."

Malu pulled up the hem of her friend's dress, and ran her hands over Deena's still-perfect ass.

"Dan can watch." She proclaimed. "He likes to watch us, don't you Dan?"

Deena smiled in agreement. Dan nodded.

"Well, yes but someone has to work." He said, "And Adele will be back soon. I'll hold the fort, you guys go have fun."

My mind went numb, my heart surrendered, and my balls took charge.

"Really?" I asked my friend.

"Yeah man, really." He said, standing up and hugging me.

Three of us filed into the small living area behind the kitchen, with the one bedroom and the one large low bed.

I was terrified, confused, horny, thrilled. I wasn't helpless or hopeless; of course if I put myself out there, I could find a girlfriend. But there were issues to deal with, and this was my chance to resolve them.

Besides, who could refuse an orgy with Deena and Malu?

Malu pulled her clothes off first; Deena followed her lead.

Deena pulled my shirt over my shoulders as Malu pulled at my belt and in seconds we were all naked and on the wide bed.

Both of them had their groins shaved; but only around their vaginas, each had a small curly bush where it would show if they were seen in a casual way.

Living in a threesome, taking drugs, casual sex and nudity were all perfectly acceptable; but if it were known you have a shaved groin, that would be utterly humiliating.

I raised my eyebrows questioningly. "So you've made a tradition of it?" I asked, reaching out to run my fingers across Deena just above her clitoris.

"You started it." Malu said, "Just where did you pick it up?"

"Some things are best left unsaid." I said, as Malu grabbed my stiff rod.

"Oh god I've missed this!" she laughed as she stroked me.

"MMM, Adam's big cock!" Deena agreed, and wide strong shoulders..."

Their four hands caressed me, stroking my torso, genitals, and face. I fell back onto the bed in utter ecstasy.

It wasn't about sex, or the massive orgasm that this was leading to. It was about the love, the affection, the approval. Deena and Malu still loved me, still wanted me. Maybe it would all end here today, they were both with Dan now. But first I was going to make love with them both.

It was bliss, pure joy. I didn't need to fuck them; I could, and I would, but just to be with my girls again, to feel their love wash over me was all I truly needed. I felt the strength return to me, that energy that had left me as I watched Trevor push his cock into Malu six years earlier. The simple confidence and joy that had burned along with my valley was slowly filling my chest again, I was returning to a world where I had value, and where I was somebody.

I kissed Deena, then Malu, my arms around them both as they lay on either side of me, each half on top. Hands tickled my cock and balls, tongues did the talking. Smooth female skin was all over me, their fingers caressed my body. I stroked their clean smooth backs, felt their soft breasts against my chest, their wet mouths kissed my face and breast. I was back, the love of my childhood friends pushed out all of the pain, all the loneliness, and filled my empty heart with pure joy. I kissed Malu, then Deena, then Malu again. I was strong and good-looking, my cock was powerful and confident, I was a man again.

Malu went down on me, my rigid cock filling her mouth ecstatically as she sucked on me. Deena held my face in her hands, just looking into my eyes for a delicious moment, and then kissed me again. I looked down into Malu's blue eyes as she sucked out every bad memory that had built up in my head. My cock in her mouth was more than sex, more than pleasure. It was salvation.

My two lovers knew how to share a man. They moved with easy confidence, Deena taking a turn with my penis as Malu kissed my mouth.

I looked into her eyes, holding her face in my hands as Deena's moved up and down on my penis.

"I can't believe it's really you, that you're here with us." Malu said.

"I can't believe it myself." I said, shifting my gaze to Deena, her hands stroking and her mouth sucking, her deep dark eyes doing that thing that those eyes did.

My cock was a steel rod in her mouth, her hands and lips were secondary to the emotional history we shared.

We kissed and stroked each other for some time before I climbed between Deena's legs, and slid my needy organ into hers. She smiled and tightened around me like Malu used to do.

"You're doing it, aren't you?" Malu asked.

"She sure is." I gasped, on the edge of letting go.

I slid it in and out of her, the pressure challenging my power of control. I was out of practice, and way too horny. I looked into Deena's dark eyes, and my balls screamed for release.

"Do it." Malu told me, "Go on, it's ok, let it out Adam."

A sound I'd never heard before came from my soul as my balls emptied into Deena's long skinny body. An orgasm with more pent up passion than I'd ever known, while Malu gripped my ass and Deena moaned and came with me, her vagina sucking the come from me as desperately as I was delivering it.

I knew it was a poor performance, one measly orgasm for Deena and nothing for Malu. I also knew I'd make it up to them.

I held the two women I loved and kissed them, they stroked me and it was beautiful.

Deena slid off me and got to her feet.

"I'd better go help Dan." She said, and slipped out the door.

I got up and latched it, then got back into bed.

We kissed and fondled for a while, Malu sucked my penis, and although I'd had more sex that day than I'd had in six years, it was as erotic as our first time.

I licked her armpits, inhaled her scent, bit her ass, and absorbed her.

"I missed you so much." I said. "I'm glad I waited until I could be here with you."

She began to cry, which was a bit weird since my penis was inside her. She held me tight and convulsed in uncontrollable sobbing.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You waited, but we didn't." she blubbered quietly, "There were other men, Adam. Before we got back with Dan.... We thought you were dead, we should have been looking for you, and instead we were fucking around, and now I'm...."

She went silent, still holding me tightly. I pumped her for a while, and she grunted a little to demonstrate her approval.

"You're what?"

"Pregnant." She confessed. "Pretty sure anyway. I haven't told Dan and Deena yet."

We just looked into each other's eyes as I gently reamed her, easing in and out as she smiled rapturously, her vagina holding my penis in a vise like grip.

But there was a sadness in her face that I couldn't seem to kiss away, and she held me tightly as she started to cry again.

"It's ok." I said, stopping.

"Don't stop." She sobbed, "Never stop, just do it to me Adam, do it, do it."

It was a bit disconcerting to make love to a crying woman; at the same time, her sobs came with contractions that pulsed rhythmically along my cock in a very stimulating way.

"I never want to let you go again." Malu wept, clutching me desperately, "Never, never."

We went on like that for a long time. She actually came twice, yet never quite stopped crying. I had no need for release, but I did feel the need to be inside her, to make this weird sad love.

To hold this woman I'd known for so long, the bashful little girl whose virginity I'd taken, the sexy blond I'd been dreaming of for all those empty years. It wasn't her tight wet cunt I needed, it was her sweet honest heart. I had to make her love me again, I had to make me love her again, it didn't matter that Dan's baby was in her. My cock and my lips made love with her, erasing the pain, sweeping away the years that separated us. Malu and I were together again...

Finally, I came. It was a tainted orgasm, not the great thrill it should have been.

"Are you upset with me?" Malu asked, "It should be your baby, I wish it was."

"I'm not upset." I said, trying to make it true.

We all sat out in the restaurant drinking fresh juice and eating lunch. My friends seemed to have agreed on something while I showering.

"Do you want to come in with us?" Malu asked, "As a partner?"

"Maybe he just wants to come in us, not in with us!" Deena laughed with a wave of her hand and a bounce of her small tits.

"There's plenty to do." Dan said. "We don't have much Adam, but the business has potential."

"You're offering me a share of your business? Just like that?" I asked.

"Don't be too impressed," Dan said, "It's all rented; income is low, expenses are high, there's a lot of work and not much money, but it could grow into something."

Deena laughed "We know you, Adam! You know how to work." then more seriously, "We need you. The four of us should be together."

It was everything I'd ever dreamed of, everything I ever wanted. Yet I hesitated; a onetime foursome was a blast, but a full time four-way relationship? We weren't children anymore. Life was full of uncertainties and pressures. Even normal straight two-way relationships didn't seem to last very long. The baby question would arise.

Our differences and strengths were in balance; I was short, strong, and handy, Dan was cultured and had a catering degree. Deena's elegance and Malu's earthy good nature.

And the sex.... Anything was possible as long as we didn't get too jealous. If we each could keep loving all the others. If we could avoid serious arguments.

Still, I hesitated. Could life be so good? Would we all stay true through the inevitable difficulties that would arise?

And then the girl came in, and everything changed.

A little girl with big eyes that inexplicably tore a hole right through my heart.

"Who are you?" she demanded.

"I'm Adam." I said. "Who are you?"

"Adelle." She said defiantly, "And Dan is my brother." She added, pointing at him.

 "And how old are you Adelle?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"Five." She told me.

And I knew; it seemed impossible, but I knew.

Dan lifted the little girl in his arms, gave her a kiss and took her into the kitchen. I heard the sound of chopping; he had to start preparing food already.

The hot Mediterranean sun was slipping to the west, pushing away the last vestige of shade, so we went back into the cool dark bedroom.

"Margaret died in childbirth." Malu told me. "There were complications, she wasn't allowed to travel, that's why she got stuck here on the island. Dan came out to look after her, and here we are."

"And the father?" I asked nervously.

"Margaret never said." Deena told me. "She was forty-six, she didn't expect to get pregnant again."

Deena had betrayed me once; Malu had betrayed me too. Although I loved them both, I wasn't ready to trust anyone yet, not completely.

It was Adelle who tipped the balance. The product of my brief steamy affair with my best friend's mother, a child born of passion and tragedy. I thought of Margaret, the way she'd teased me all day and fucked me all night, until I emptied my balls into her hungry body again and again. It was more than sex, we'd loved each other for that secret week.

"I'm in." I told them. "I'll stay here with you all, and we'll make this thing work."

The restaurant business is tough; the four of us were busy until late, and then we all collapsed into bed together and slept.

It was the second day when we had the big foursome.

Adele had left for school, we had a few hours for ourselves. It started slowly, organically, without a spoken plan. There was a touch, then another. A little kiss. A smile, a cat like stretch.

Then the girls were on me, as Dan watched. Kissing, sucking, teasing, licking.

Dan caught my eye. He looked between Malu's open legs, then back at me and raised an eyebrow inquiringly.

We knew each other so well; his question didn't need to be verbalized, and neither did my reply. My nod of assent was only a couple of millimeters of movement, but he smiled in acknowledgment. Then he approached the bed, took Malu's knee in his hand, and dropped his mouth to her groin.

She shuddered and looked down to see who it was; Deena still had my penis in her mouth.

As his clothes came off, I saw that my friend had filled out a lot. His skinny chest was now wide, his faultless child's skin was now thicker, less perfect, and more weathered.

We crawled over each other, sucking and kissing, caressing and stroking.

Six hands... I wasn't sure who had me by the balls, and I didn't want to know. With my head buried in Malu's generous breasts, my hand was on someone's ass; did it really matter which one? My mind was lost in hormone soup, there was no reality. Just pleasure, lust, love, sex, touch.

Deena slid herself down my stiff pole, her vagina as tight and wet as ever; I looked up at her slim elegant body, her angelic face, her perfect thick black hair. Deena was as stunning as she ever was, a world class beauty. And yet despite the love I felt for her, despite the many meals, conversations, and orgasms we'd shared, she was never my girl; Deena was simply too classy for me. I was a simple guy, a slob, I didn't have the grace Dan did.

Malu threw herself down next to me, and opened her legs for Dan. He shifted over between Malu's raised knees, and set it in there.

Deena looked down at me and her vagina tightened. She lifted her feet and put them on my chest, leaning back to rest her palm on my ankles. She looked into my eyes as she lifted her center up and down on me, squeezing my cock with excruciating power.

I looked at Malu, lying next to me holding Dan's head in her hands as his ass pushed his cock into her, and she smiled.

She was meant for me; Malu had simpler tastes, she was more comfortable in rubber sandals than in high heels, her hair was usually a mess. Yet there she was, getting it from Dan while Deena rode my cock. Dan stopped fucking Malu to kiss Deena. I shuffled over and kissed Malu at the same time.

Dan could look after Deena's bitchy needs, while she had sex with me. I could hang out with Malu, and Dan could fuck her.... And I'd fuck Malu too of course, and Malu and Deena had something going on.... But could that really work? Could life be that good?

We rolled over and I did the slim brunet hard.

Malu was gripping my wrist, staring into my eyes, her face twisting in conflicting emotions and orgasm. Dan was pumping her fast now, He knew what Malu liked.

I realized that Malu wasn't completely comfortable with the group sex thing. She was conflicted, I guess we all were; but there was no way to stop now.

Deena took her feet from my chest and rolled forward so her tits were on my chest and her face filled my vision. Dan pulled out of Malu. I saw Deena reach out to grab him by the cock, and pull him above and behind herself.

Dan stared down at me over our girlfriend's head wide eyed, as if completely innocent. Both his hands were on her shoulders so it was her rubbing the end of his cock around down there, pulling him alongside.

"Holy shit Deena!" Malu exclaimed as Deena encouraged Dan to enter the vagina that already had my penis in it.

I felt him squeezing in with me, his penis crushed against mine by Deena's tight box. Her face stared down at me intently, her eyes popping with shock at her own audacious feat.

Oh, it was weird. Fantastic and weird, there was a penis on my penis, a hard cock sharing pleasure with me, sliding against me. It was sex Jim, but not as we know it. It was a true three-way, and although I consider myself a straight heterosexual man, it was utterly exhilarating.  

Dan paused for a second when he was all the way in, then he began to fuck us, his stiff greasy rod sliding up and down under my static one. His penis slid around to one side, the tip not quite reaching the tip of mine. Deena wrapped her hands around my head and grunted, shifting her body down as he came up, pressing her clit against my rod.

Even though I wasn't moving at all, the stimulation was almost too much to bear; I was deliciously on edge, at the cusp of orgasm.

I looked up at Malu, who was sitting on her knees next to us, big breasts taught and proud on her chest. She was 23 now, and her tits seemed bigger than when she was a teenager. Her eyes so blue and pretty, and yet somehow troubled.

"FUCK!" Deena exclaimed, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

Deena didn't often use that sort of language.

She lay on me and held me as she came, Dan's stiff rod still sliding up and down me inside her.

I was confused; below the two of them, not really in control, passive. I didn't want to like the feeling of Dan's penis stroking mine, but I did. It was stimulating, sexy, wild, frightening. His balls were hitting mine at the end of each stroke, his hands gripped my shoulders but he kept his face on the other side of Deena's so we didn't have eye contact.

Deena's pretty face contorted in orgasm, she grunted and heaved, her skinny body writhing between us.

"Oh god Malu!" she gasped, "You have to try this!"

But Malu would have to wait; Dan couldn't handle it, he was coming with Deena.

Dan was better than me at most things. He was good with math, his handwriting and spelling were perfect, he was tall and good looking, his manners and social skills made me look like a cave man. But when it came to fucking, I still had the edge, Dan just couldn't control his balls.

I could have come then, but decided to keep it a little longer.

The four of us lay there in a sweaty heap, Deena across Dan, Malu, and I.

"Wow." She said.

We all agreed on that.

Dan pulled out and sat down to one side. Deena sat upright, my cock still inside. Come was leaking out of her and down my balls, which wasn't really pleasant but I didn't want to spoil the mood so I ignored it.

"So listen guys," Malu said, "I'm pregnant."

Dan and Deena both looked shocked for a few seconds. Malu pretended to hold a microphone to Deena's mouth.

"And Deena, would you care to comment?" she asked.

"Wow, well.... We said we wanted to, but wow.... We're pregnant!"

"And Dan?" Malu asked, trying not to show her insecurity, "Are you still into the fatherhood thing?"

"Fuck yeah!" Dan said, "But what about you, Adam? This is all a bit quick from your perspective isn't it?"

I looked at them all, waiting for my answer. I let my heart do the talking.

"How could anyone not love a child made from Malu and Dan?" I said.

"Deena was trying too." Dan told me.

"I just had my period." Deena told us, "I'm like a virgin."

"So, I'm just throwing this out there," Dan said, looking at Deena, "But I think if you still want to get pregnant, it should be Adam."

Deena looked down at me; our interlocked fingers seemed more poignant than my half-hard penis in her, or Dan's semen leaking out.

"Ok, let's just slow down a little." Deena said. "Today is about Malu; let's see how we all feel in a month or two."

"Ok, of course you're right." Dan said, leaning back to rest his head on Malu's thigh. "At the same time, if we're going to be together, we're going to have to talk about things as a group that would normally be talked about by a couple. If this is going to work, we'll all have to be totally open and honest."

"I think Adele is my daughter." I said compulsively.

To my surprise, no one looked surprised.

"We figured." Deena said. "Margaret was in the village with you 9 months before the birth, and she once said something about the father in the past tense."

"And she sure looks like you." Dan added.

"Is he still hard?" Malu asked Deena.

Deena rotated her hips and clenched her vagina inquiringly, which caused a resurgence of excitement and a stiffening of my cock within her.

"Uh huh." She affirmed with a nod.

Malu sat up and moved closer;

"Sit up." She said to me, sliding behind my back.

Malu pressed her breasts against my back and stretched her legs out to either side, while gripping Deena's elbows. They both lifted their knees, and Malu locked her thighs behind Deena's.

Deena grinned at Malu, then at me.

Then, they pulled; squeezing their bodies against me with fantastic force, crushing me in female pressure. They moved, twisting and writhing, Malu's big tits against my shoulder blades and Deena's vagina like a velvet vise on my resurgent penis.

Malu stuck her tongue in my ear and Deena put hers in my mouth as I pulled her slim body even tighter.

"I love you Adam." Malu whispered, "You'll stay with us, won't you?"

The two young women were crushing all resistance from me, enslaving me with love. The pleasure was too intense to describe; of all the experiences I'd had, all the women and girls I'd known, nothing like this had ever assaulted my senses. So much contact area, so much sensuality, their smooth skin pressing on my front and rear, their soft lips and eager tongues, Malu and Deena, the only two women I'd ever loved were both loving me with all of their strength. It wasn't my cock they wanted, it was my soul. They wanted all of me, to keep.

And that was very, very enticing.

The assault on my senses was a challenge to my self control, I was on the edge of orgasm, and my girls were laughing and loving me, holding and kissing me, licking and biting me, my cock was deep inside Deena as her ass rotated on my thighs, her snatch as tight as a fist, her nipples hard between my lips, her luscious hair falling over us.

It went on for a while, an eternity of ecstasy as all other reality faded away. The world was made of just Deena and Malu, kissing, holding, squeezing, loving me like I'd never been loved before.

"I want to have your baby." Deena whispered in my ear, sliding her tight greasy vagina up and down my quivering cock.

It was the most erotic sentence I'd ever heard.

Malu was really my girl, Deena was Dan's girl. But Dan had impregnated Malu.

Did Deena really mean that? Was it smart to mix ourselves up so totally?

I exploded into Deena, my big cock loosing what seemed an impossible quantity of sperm into her slim body as she kissed me and Malu laughed in delight.

I was utterly defeated, drained, and a peace settled over my mind as their arms and legs disengaged, finally. Deena tipped to the side, and lowered her face over Dan's cock while mine was still in her. Malu kissed his mouth.

 "He's all yours, darling." Deena said to Malu as she twisted free of us all and off the bed.

Malu rolled onto her back with her hand on Dan's penis, pulling him into her beautiful smooth center.

"My babymama!" Dan sighed exultantly, pushing himself into the sexy young blond I loved so much.

Deena took my hand and pulled me after herself as she headed for the shower.

"Come on, the fish guy will be here soon, we need to get up. Once Dan gets started again, he'll go on for ages."

Water is precious on the island, so we didn't keep it running, and could hear the bed steadily creaking in the next room while we washed each other.

"Did you really mean what you said?" I asked as I ran my hands over her.

"I do want a baby." She said, her hands massaging my arms and shoulders. "Now that Malu's knocked up, I.... We have to wait a little. I need you Adam, more than the others. If you'll stay with us, yes, I meant what I said."

There was silence but for the soft steady rhythm of the bed next door.

"Why do you need me so much?" I asked, my hands unable to leave her sexy frame. "It looks like you've all been doing ok."

"Because you're our rock." She told me, "You're the anchor that will keep us all from fucking up. Dan is sweet but he hasn't got your willpower. Malu's a leaf in the wind, she'll go along with whatever Dan and I say. You're honest and good, Adam; and I'm not. That's why."

Deena and I went into the bedroom to find our clothes. Dan was still on top of Malu, his round white ass rising and falling between her raised knees, her hands stroking his back and neck.

She looked into my eyes and smiled with pure bliss. I returned her smile and she began to come, simultaneously holding my gaze and Dan's pale heaving body.

I wasn't jealous; maybe it was just my empty balls, but I was happy that my best friend and the woman I loved were making love.

Deena slapped my ass hard.

"Come on, enough mooning, we have work to do." She chided me.

We left Dan and Malu and went out into the restaurant to start our day.

I didn't tell them about Trevor's bag of cash that I'd recovered from the old well, the piles of high denomination notes I'd dried and sealed before burying it all in a remote corner of Gonzales' farm. I'd seen the corruption of money, I knew how the girls loved cocaine, I knew that it would be far more likely to destroy us than help us.

We all would work and make our own money; it would take time, and that was good. As far as I was concerned, the longer it took the better.

"What are you smiling about?" Deena asked as she sorted through a basket of vegetables.

"Life." I answered. "It's looking pretty good."

"So are you, baby." She replied.

Ace 2017

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